My First Time

Tales of experiencing that first time. Some of them may be true.

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  My First Time

  The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 1

  Oct 1, 2026—

  The Tenor Virtuoso: Part 1  Rob goes to college and meets Steffi by  senorlongo . Listen to  the  ►  Podcast  at  Connected . Introduction I was three when I started singing in church and even though I couldn’t read the words I could remember enough from week to week to sing right along with the adults. By five I was leading the youth choir, singing loud and clear during services and practicing almost daily at home during the week. At seven I was encouraged to audition for the faculty at a major school of music in Manhattan and found myself on an early morning train from my home in Pelham for the twenty minute ride to Grand Central Station in Manhattan and from there a subway to Lincoln Center for the short walk to the auditorium. I was asked to sing two songs; I chose ‘Danny, Boy” and “Oh Holy Night,” singing both a cappella. I especially loved “Oh Holy Night.” It’s so hard to sing well and I could really show off my power and range; seven years old and I already had an ego! The judges must have liked it because they offered me a scholarship. From then on I spent every Saturday during the school year taking voice lessons, learning how to breathe and enunciate, the importance of good posture, and how to sing from my diaphragm rather than my mouth. It took me less than two years to be able to hold a note for more than two minutes. I gave my first professional concert when I was thirteen; a combination of rock tunes and old fashioned folk songs from the fifties and sixties. I was able to earn more than $40,000 that first year and even more the following year when I was a high school freshman. I hit the big time my senior year when I was featured on a PBS special. After that I was in high demand. I learned to play several instruments, but other than the acoustic guitar, my choices were considered, well; bizarre. I loved the idea of the harp. It was surprisingly similar to the guitar, but the tone of the notes was different; richer and earthier. My girlfriend had an orgasm every time I played a glissando. It was actually funny watching her writhe on the couch or floor while I strummed. One of the great things about the glissando; it could go on forever. Sometimes I tortured her by continuing for several minutes. She ruined more skirts that way. My other choice was the mandolin. It was also similar to the guitar, but much smaller, making the notes much higher and the tone tinnier. I loved the way it sounded. The people at the music school were disappointed when I selected a small university in the greater Boston area. Truthfully, I was tired of taking voice lessons. I wanted a well-rounded education, including some courses in business administration and finance which I hoped would help me to manage the money I expected to earn in my singing career. Knowing that I still had to practice daily I bought an old house in Medford near the university, remodeling a large porch in the rear into a soundproof studio. I hired a local couple, Joe and Carla Romeo, to handle the cleaning, yard maintenance, and cooking. All this work was finished over the summer. I was ready on both my educational and occupational fronts by the time school began. CHAPTER 1 I was finalizing a contract with a big-time Boston orchestra, sitting in the business office and leafing through page after page. I’d done this before and my agent had already approved the agreement so this was more a formality than anything else. I was only half listening when the secretary walked in. “Stan, I’ve got another request from the music department at Malden High School. They’d like a musician and a singer, if possible.” I looked up. “Malden? Isn’t that near where I’m going to school? I’d be happy to do it if a Thursday is okay. That’s the only day I don’t have any classes.” “That’s awfully good of you to volunteer, Robert. Most of the orchestra members hate these high school requests. Gwen, check with the school and if Thursday is good for them we’ll happily send Robert out there. We’ll cover your gas and lunch, but I’m afraid I can’t pay you for it.” “That’s okay. Think you could transport a harp to the school for me? I’ll bet most of the kids have never really heard one.” I signed the contract and left. They knew where to find me. Thursday was fine with the teacher so I made arrangements to spend the entire day there the third week of September. I rose early, ate a big breakfast courtesy of Mrs. Romeo and carried my guitar/mandolin backpack out to my car. I arrived at the school just after 8:00, walking directly to the main office. “Hi, I’m Robert Kerwood to see Mrs; .” I pulled the paper from my pocket, “okay; Mrs. Sherman.” “Steffi, your musician is here. Just go with Steffi, Mr. Kerwood, and welcome to Malden High School.” I thanked her and turned to see my guide. Whoa! She was really cute and even hotter. “Wow, are you really Mr. Kerwood? When we saw that harp yesterday all of us figured you’d be like ninety.” “Yup, that’s me; eighteen going on ninety.” I grinned as she laughed heartily. “Boy, are the girls going to be surprised. C’mon, Mr. Kerwood.” “I think things will be a lot better if you’ll just call me Rob. You make me sound like I AM ninety.” “Okay, Rob,” she said as she led me down the crowded hallway. We were barely twenty feet down the hallway when she asked, “Can I ask you a question?” “I think you just did, but I’ll bet I know what you want to ask; why the harp?” “Yeah; that seems like an old person’s instrument.” “Let me ask you a question. Why do guys my age do anything?” She laughed. “That’s easy; for girls.” “Right, and that’s why I play the harp. I had a girlfriend the last couple of years and I could give her an orgasm every time just by playing a glissando.” “What’s that; a gli-what?” “Glissando; it’s when you glide from one pitch to another up and down the scales. You can do it on a piano and even a violin, but nothing sounds like a harp, plus some ethnic music, like Irish, use a harp extensively. I’ll show you once we get to the classroom.” “Gee, I hope I don’t have an orgasm; not in class.” “I hope you do. You’ll be a harp fan for life.” I chuckled at her embarrassment as we resumed our way down the crowded hallway. We made a left and proceeded to the back of the building. We walked through what I recognized as a soundproof door, even though none of them quite made the grade. Steffi introduced me to her teacher, “Mrs. Sherman, this is Rob Kerwood.” I extended my hand as she did a double take. “You can’t be; you’re supposed to be from the orchestra.” “Yeah, that’s me. I’m not a regular employee, but I’ve signed on to do four sets of concerts this year. I just happened to be in Stan’s office when your request came in so I volunteered; and here I am. Oh, good; there’s my harp. Did they tune it when they dropped it off?” She shrugged her shoulders so I pulled up a chair and played a few notes, grimacing almost immediately. I pulled a set of tuning forks from my backpack and set about tuning up. It didn’t take long; not much longer than I’d usually spend on my guitar or mandolin. I had just finished tuning when I began to play; nothing special--just a few exercises. Looking right at Steffi I began my first glissando. Over and over the strings my fingers flew. Mrs. Sherman was looking at me so she didn’t see Steffi trembling. She shook wildly when she finally came. I shot her a smile when I noticed the wet spot on her crotch. Again, she reddened with embarrassment. The classes were pretty easy and a lot of fun. I introduced myself, telling something about my history and training at Julliard. Then I showed the class my instruments and explained how they fit into certain types of music before playing several songs to demonstrate. Everything went smoothly and according to plan until fourth period when one of the boys, a recent transfer from New York, remembered my high school basketball career. It turned out that I had scored fifty against his brother. I would have enjoyed reliving my basketball days, but that’s not why I was here. “I don’t want to get off topic so let’s get back to the music; the reason I’m here today.” After that period Mrs. Sherman told me it was time for lunch. I was invited to join her in the teacher’s cafeteria, but I declined, commenting that I’d feel more comfortable with the kids. In fact, I kind of had a lunch date with Steffi. I met her at the lunch line and we walked together to get our trays. I had a couple of tacos and some chocolate milk, a combination that raised her eyebrows; Steffi had a grilled chicken breast and a salad with water. I paid for both, asking the cashier for a receipt after being sure to tell her I was not a student. She led me to a table with three other girls, all seniors like Steffi. They were all attractive girls with trim athletic bodies, but I thought Steffi was the class of the group--in my opinion anyway. Her shiny dark brown hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail. She was tall, maybe five feet nine or ten with an athletic build; slender with some serious muscle tone that I could see from her sleeveless top and tight shorts. Her tits were on the smallish side, probably a B-cup that matched her body well. Facially, she appeared to have clear olive toned skin and dark brown eyes. Her lips were full; I could imagine them wrapped around my cock. I could tell from the star around her neck that she was Jewish. That didn’t bother me; my last girlfriend was Jewish, too. I recognized two of the girls from the morning’s classes and soon learned they were all in chorus. Mrs. Sherman was obviously a very popular teacher. I returned to the music class and finished the day. Steffi met me there at the close of school and helped me get my stuff out to the car. “Can I give you a lift home? I’d like to talk with you a bit.” “Sure, sounds great,” she said as she hopped into the passenger seat of my eight year old Subaru. “I’d love to see you again. Are you dating anyone?” “No; I was, but I broke it off last month. He was a juvenile. All he wanted was sex.” “Gee, sounds kind of like me.” She laughed, “No, trust me; nothing like you. You probably know what you’re doing. He was selfish; always thinking about himself; never about me.” “Correction; nothing like me. You already have one courtesy of me, don’t you?” “Oh God, that was so embarrassing. I’m so glad Mrs. Sherman was looking at you. I was tingling for the entire class. Just thinking about it will probably make me wet.” “I hope so. I’d like to take you out tomorrow night if you’re not busy, but I should tell you; I’m not Jewish. I know some parents are really strict about that.” “Not mine; we haven’t been to temple in; well, since Rosh Hashanah almost a year ago. I almost never date Jewish guys. Most of them are too nerdy.” We chatted as she gave me directions. It was only a short five-minute drive. She invited me in to meet her mother. We talked for a few minutes, mostly about my singing career. She even asked me to dinner, but I had to decline. I had a load of homework and I had yet to practice for my first concert. “How do they figure out what you’ll sing, Rob?” It was Steffi’s mother who asked. “They send me a load of songs, maybe fifty or more. I look them over, try singing them, and weed them down to about two dozen or so because the orchestra will always play a bunch of instrumentals. Sometimes I make a few suggestions, too. Then I send the list back and the orchestra practices the ones the director likes. They’re real pros so it doesn’t take them too long. I’ll go in a few days before the concert to practice together. It’s important to get the tempo and timing right. By then I’ll know the songs by heart. Then all I have to do is step out onto the stage before about a thousand total strangers and perform.” I said good-bye and left, Steffi walking with me to the car. I was surprised when she kissed me. She wrapped her arms around my body and thrust her tongue deeply into my mouth. I responded once I had recovered from the shock, placing my hands firmly onto her ass, pulling her cunt into my crotch. I was sure she could feel my growing erection, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she rubbed her cunt up and down my rod, promising me something very interesting and appealing in the future. Finally, we broke the kiss and I told her I’d see her tomorrow around seven. I’d take her to dinner and then maybe to a movie. That may have been the plan, but it didn’t happen; not even close. CHAPTER 2 I knocked at seven sharp; the door was answered by her brother. He introduced himself as Jeremy and invited me in. Steffi walked down the stairs about five minutes later. She was a vision in a gold sleeveless top and skintight black Capri’s. She wore gold open-toe sandals that exactly matched her top. Her outfit made me think that her parents were probably loaded; I was right. She introduced me to her father, Dr. Neil Goldwasser, an oral surgeon. I learned later that he maintained three very successful offices. I grew up in a single parent family. No house for us; we lived in a second floor walk-up, on top of a liquor store that was open late at night so it was noisy until at least eleven. My father had disappeared before I was even born. My mom worked two and sometimes even three jobs just to get by. I was glad to help once I began to earn money; last year I earned more than three times what my mother made. I wasn’t complaining; I had a happier childhood than many of my more well-to-do friends whose parents argued constantly and for whom divorce seemed the norm. Steffi said good-bye to her parents, but before we left I asked what time they wanted her home. “Since you asked, Rob,” her mother began, “let’s say one. Have a good time.” In seconds we were en route to my place. I explained that I had told Mrs. Romeo that I was taking a date out to dinner, but she had suggested making a gourmet Italian dinner instead. We chatted for about ten minutes before we ran out of topics. I wasn’t uncomfortable with the silence, but apparently she was, for all of a sudden she blurted out something really personal, “I’m not a virgin.” “I’m glad, but how has it worked out for you?” She frowned, “Not as well as I hoped. I already told you about my ex-boyfriend.” I had stopped at a light. Turning to her I gripped her chin lightly. “That will definitely change tonight if it’s okay with you. That’s a promise.” I leaned over for a quick kiss just before the light changed to green. I pulled into the driveway around 7:45 and led Steffi into the living room. The first thing she noticed was my trophy wall. I had won plenty of singing competitions and a number of plaques and trophies from my basketball career. She was impressed; I wasn’t. “My mom told me to take them or she was throwing them out, so; .” “Oh, that would be a shame,” she exclaimed as I led her into the dining room which Carla had set with my best dishes and a set of stemware she had found in a discount store. I had insisted that we drink iced tea. I wasn’t about to ruin everything by giving her alcohol, even a simple glass of wine, without her parents’ permission. I held her chair as we sat while Joe served the first course, a hot antipasto. He spent a few minutes explaining what each item was. Luckily Steffi and her family were big seafood eaters; at least half of the items were some kind of shellfish. The next course was a delicious soup; pasta fagioli with bacon. The tomato-based soup was covered with a thin slice of Italian bread and melted cheese. We had a relatively small serving in anticipation of several more courses. Following the soup was a wonderful Caesar salad and then the entr e--a delicate veal parmigiana, the veal pounded to almost paper thinness, with sides of angel hair pasta in marinara sauce and sprinkled with more freshly ground parmiagiana cheese. I thanked Joe and Carla, telling them how much I appreciated their staying late. “Please go; I’ll take care of the desert and dishes later.” “Oh no; Rob, you leave the dishes in the sink. We will take care of them in the morning, right Joe?” Her husband agreed as they walked out the door. “I didn’t think they’d ever go, but we’d have even more company in a restaurant. How’s the meal?” “It’s just delicious, Rob, but I don’t want to overeat. I’ll probably fall asleep and I wouldn’t want that,” she commented, her eyes twinkling. We finished the dinner and I rinsed the dishes, leaving them in the sink. We agreed to postpone dessert until later. “I have some DVD’s from Redbox, or an opera you might like or I’m sure we could find a movie somewhere. I think I have a newspaper in the living room.” “An opera? We’ve studied a few with Mrs. Sherman--which one?” “’Pagliacci’; if you’re any kind of an opera fan I think you’ll enjoy this performance.” I set up the DVD player and sat on the couch. Steffi snuggled up next to me, pulling my arm around her. I felt my hand brush against her tit. Steffi didn’t even flinch. We were ten minutes into the Prologue when Steffi pulled away, looked at me closely and back to the screen, a 55-inch flat screen LCD set. She repeated several times before asking, “Is that you, Rob? Are you singing the clown’s role?” “Yeah, I did that over the summer. It was only a two-week gig; part of a festival in New York. I love the role. Some of the world’s best tenors have sung the part.” Steffi snuggled even closer, placing my hand onto her tit this time. I worked my hand under her blouse where I could finger and massage her through her bra. When the Prologue ended she stood and removed her blouse and bra, dropping them onto the table. Her tits were perfectly formed with smallish areolas and very suckable erect nipples that I fingered and rolled. I stood and removed my shirt. We resumed our positions enjoying the skin on skin sensations for the first time. Halfway through Act One I leaned down to kiss and nuzzle her neck. Her response was to turn the TV off. “I’m enjoying your performance, but I think I’d enjoy the live performance even more.” I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. I literally peeled the Capri’s from her body, exposing her lacy thong. Her dark pubic hair was thick and curly, but neatly trimmed and shaved or waxed back from her legs to accommodate a skimpy bikini. I could see the tan lines and they were very appealing. I pulled back the blanket, allowing her to recline on the sheet while I removed my shoes, socks, and slacks. I slipped my boxers to the floor, exposing my thick eight-inch erection and my heavy balls before I joined Steffi on the bed. We lay on our sides as we kissed and explore

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  My First Time

  Tell Me A Story: Part 2

  Sep 30, 2026—

  Tell Me A Story: Part 2 A Campfire Reunion of Friends. Based on a post by Fugman . Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories . All eyes were on Stephanie as she took a drink of her wine and started. Stephanie's Story. "It happened when I was working at the electronics store, it was before I went to college. My manager was a skinny curves in all the right places beautiful blonde, everyone had a crush on her. I was little heavier, dark haired and although I still had curves, they were not as pronounced as hers. The fact that this store is more frequented by men, I had to do something that would make them want to come talk to me. So I started wearing skin tight outfits, I needed to get the commission and if the guys went to my boss, that left me with scraps. I worked mainly nights, thank God, because she was more of the store opener, so I still had a shot at the guys coming in after she left. I wasn't a slut or anything, but I loved to get the attention. It made me feel special. When I worked at night, I had a manager that I worked with a lot, his name was Mark and I loved teasing him. I made sure I bent over in front of him to pick up something on the ground, brushed by him close enough for him to feel some part of my body. So one night I walked into work and Stacey, the manager was running out the door. She said, 'Mark is in the back room on a project, so go sell! Sell! Sell!' So I walked in the backroom and took off my coat and fixed my hair. I walked past Mark and he took a deep breath. I wore a skin tight red dress, hugged every curve, low cut, and high above the knee. No underwear at all. My nipples were poking through the fabric and I was in a mood. One way or another, I was gonna get fucked tonight. I left Mark alone like I was told and only came in the back to pick up a product or to ask a question. At one point I had to get something that required a ladder. My dress was so tight that I had to lift the hem so it wouldn't rip as I climbed to get what I needed. Mark asked me if I needed help, I told him he could hold the ladder for me. He came over and did what I asked, he was caught staring at my legs. I enjoyed how it made me feel to have him gawk at me and wanted more of it. I pretended to wobble and he reached out and held my legs to help me stabilize. But instead of doing that, I felt a surge of electricity flow through me. His hands were on my naked legs and all I wanted was more. I got what I needed and headed back out to the sales floor. I was really racking up the sales that night as most of our customers were male and let's face it, when someone who is barely wearing anything, they will throw money at you to give then an excuse to talk to me. I had to go in the back again, this time it was for something that I knew was on the bottom shelf in the back room. I made sure that Mark knew I was back there and told him what I was selling. His eyes met mine as I bent down on the floor and looked up at him. I knew that his eyes were looking right down my dress and it was low cut enough that he was seeing a good 90% of my tits. He tried desperately to look in my eyes, but his body betrayed him and I saw the tent forming in his pants. I took my time getting the product and slowly left the backroom. All and all it was probably one of my better nights for sales as it turned out. Mark spent most of the night on his project and I loved distracting him every chance I got. I know by the end of the night, I could feel the sexual tension between us. After I locked the front door and made my way to the back, I was sure to make a but of a scene. I pulled my dress out and looked down at my naked tits and made a comment, 'looks like these puppies work real well on the sales floor.' Mark said that he is pretty sure that they work well for me no matter where I am. I could tell the tent was forming again and I wanted to tease him, see how far I could push it. Mark was about 5 years older than me, a decent looking guy, and based on what I have seen tonight, has a decent size package hidden in his pants. He started to do the totals for the night and I went out to do the cleaning. I would come back and ask him if he needed me to do anything for him. He just kept saying no. I pulled my dress up a few inches higher and went in the back room, I was trying to get him flustered. I worked whatever I could to do just that. I acted all innocent, but I was determined to get him to fuck me that night. At one point, I raised my dress and went in the backroom. He was sitting at the desk doing the schedule and I sat down next to him. I raised my one leg and tried to get comfortable, but I knew from the tent in his pants, he was looking right up my dress. I asked him if there was anything wrong, he said no, but I knew that he was fighting urges. I smiled at him, stood up, went over to his chair and told him if he needed me for Anything, just ask. I gave him a little hug and that is when he lost it. He grabbed me and pulled me on to his lap. Finally, I thought he wasn't going to act at all. I sat down and I could feel his erection straining to get out and get into some trouble. I took my hand and put it on his cheek, I pulled him closer and he leaned on my tit. He didn't seem to argue with me much. I knew I had him, now it was just playing with him until I was bent over the desk. I always loved this part of the teasing when I still control everything, but he is just waiting for permission. I moved his head off my tit and lowered my top. He was inches away from a bare nipple and I told him, 'anything you need, you just Have to ask me.' He went to suck on my exposed nipple and I pushed him back, 'excuse me, I said you had to ask!' He apologized, then said, 'please, can I suck on your tits?' I gave him the okay and he went at my nipple like he was a starving child. His lips and mouth felt so good as his tongue swirled around. I felt his fingers moving up inside of my thighs. He was working my body into a frenzy, but I had to maintain the rules, he needed to ask my permission. I held his hand between my legs, inches from my dripping pussy. He looked up at me and asked, 'please, can I play with your pussy, I can already feel the heat and I know you are wet, I can smell your excitement.' I couldn't argue with any of that. I have been dripping since he touched my legs on the ladder. The heat between my legs was intense and I didn't want him to just play, I wanted to feel his fingers, his tongue and his cock. I whispered to him that I needed him to fill my holes, All of them. 'I want to feel every part of you fill every part of me.' I felt his finger travel up to my wetness. First he just moved it up and down, coating his fingers in my juices, then he played with me...I was moaning in his ears. He plunged two fingers inside of me, spreading me open and forcing my legs to open further. He was knuckle deep inside and kept pushing further in. I held onto his shoulders as he worked another finger inside. I was stretched but my juices helped lubricated his fingers. I begged him again, 'every part of you!' He brought his fingers up and slid them between his lips. I watched as he savored them and looked at me as he sucked on them. I could see the lust in his eyes. I stood up and pushed his chair back. I bent over and kissed him, tasting my own nectar on his tongue. I told him that I wanted him to taste me. He moved the keyboard and told me to sit on the desk. I pulled my dress up to my waist and sat down on the cold desk. I opened my legs and he did not hesitate. He dove between my legs as soon as he got the chance. I felt his tongue slide up and down my seem, it seemed to center in on certain locations that I did not expect. He played with the bottom of my opening, and the little bit of skin between both holes. He loved poking his tongue as deep as he could, and I loved the feeling that it provided. But when he slid up and nibbled on my clit, I came right on his desk. My body shook as I closed my eyes and let the sensation come over me. When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me, his pants around his ankles and he was stroking himself. He looked straight into my eyes as if he needed permission. At this state I was OK with anything he wanted to do to me. I told him to sit back down and I got off the desk. I got on my knees and slid him inside my mouth. He was thick and curved and slid perfectly down my throat. I was hungry for him, and I wanted to show him just how hungry I was. I worked him hard, I wanted him to get close before I let him slide deep inside of me. Mark begged me to stop because he was about to flood my mouth. Ill be honest, I kind of wanted it, but I was more interested in him firing his load deep inside of another hole. I stood up and grabbed my dress and removed it all the way. I stood naked in front of him and I begged him to fuck me. I bent over on the desk and placed has hands on my hip. He took the hint and started plowing into me. I loved the feel of his curved cock as it slid deep inside. He pushed all the way in and stayed there. My body accepted his size and he started moving back and forth. Harder and harder he plowed into me, I moaned and begged for it harder. He pounded into me fast and with powerful thrusts as I rapidly headed to my second orgasm on that desk. I was lost in the scene, the scraping of the desk on the floor with every thrust, banging against the wall. My moans, his grunts, and then it stopped. With one loud grunt, I felt him empty stream after stream as he exploded inside of me. My body tensed and released my own torrid juices. We stood there, interlocked as our bodies finished together in a triumphant synchronized eruption. It felt like we stayed locked together for a while, but it was probably only a minute or so. His softness slipped out of me and he sat back down on the chair. I dropped to my knees and cleaned him up with my lips. He held my head as I bounced on his cock with my mouth wrapped tightly. When he started to get hard again, I stood up and put my dread back on. He pulled his pants up and walked me to the door. He said, 'I really do have to finish this project, I was a little distracted tonight.' I apologized and he closed the door behind me. I was dripping down my legs by the time I reached my car. It was one hell of a night. Every time I was in the backroom from then on, I would look at that desk fondly and I noticed the scratches in the floor by the legs and I would start to get wet. It was just that one time, but I will always remember that night." I glanced around and most of the guys had their hands in their laps, trying to cover their own hard cocks. The women were less obvious as they would cross and uncross their legs, just trying to get some kind of relief. Boy, was I hoping that everyone was telling the truth, because I have circles around each "truth" on my sheet, only one person left to go, and then the judgment. This game has left each one of us horny as hell and if anyone said at this point, okay strip, I don't think anyone would think twice. Steve took a long drink of his beer, adjusted his cock and started his story. Steve's Turn. "I was barely eighteen when I lost my virginity to my neighbor. She waited until after my birthday party to request that I come over to help her with a few things at her house. She actually asked my mother if she could send me over after school one day. She was married but her husband was always on business trips. She was older by like 12 years, but still good looking in my book. Mrs. C took good care of herself, I would often see her running in the morning while I was headed to school. I always wondered why she didn't have kids, if I had the chance, I would have been pumping into her every day of the week and twice on Sunday! I've caught glimpses of her in the back yard sun tanning or mowing the lawn, usually in a bikini top, showing off her perfect tits. Let's just say that she was thought of quite a few times and used for inspiration back then. I had come home from school one day and saw a note on the counter, 'go to help Mrs. C She asked for your help with some things she can't do by herself.' It wasn't really what I wanted to do after school, but my mother asked me to, so I went and knocked on her door. When she opened her door, she was wearing a sports bra and tight shorts as if she had just been working out. She was a little sweaty, and her hair was wet. She smiled when she saw me, 'Hi Steve, glad you could help me. Please come in. Sorry, I just came back from a run.' I accepted her hospitality and walked in. I waited for her to close the door, then I asked what she needed me to do. She asked me to take the curtains down in her bedroom as she couldn't reach them. She asked me if I was okay doing that, I said sure, and she informed me she was going to get in the shower, if I need her for anything. Then I watched her take her sports bra off. Her perfect tits were capped off with pointed hard nubs and a dark circle around them. She turned around and went into the bathroom closing the door only partially. I started working on getting the curtains down when the shower turned off, I heard Mrs. C call to me, 'Steve, can you help me for a second?" I did not know what to expect when I walked into her bathroom, but I came running to see what she needed. That's when I saw her, standing there on the bathroom rug, not a stitch of clothing on, she wasn't trying to cover up. Her body glistened from the water, I looked up and down. Her nipples pointing right at me, she must have just shaved down below because it was red and hairless. I asked her, 'what can I help with?' Not sure what her answer would be to that question, but whatever it was, I would do for her. She didn't seem shy about standing in front of me completely naked. 'Can you check my pussy, make sure there is no stray hairs. I just shaved and I want to make sure I did a good job.' I tried not to sound too overly excited, 'okay, sit up on the sink and spread your legs, I'll check for you.' She did as I asked and spread her legs in front of me. I got down on my knees and got close to her wide open legs. She smelled amazing, maybe her soap, maybe her wetness, maybe both? I wasn't sure, but I wanted to take my time down there. I lifted my hair and ran my fingers against the grain, nope it seems pretty smooth to me, let me examine more closely. I leaned forward and my fingers spread her lips open. My tongue touched gently and she moaned. She grabbed my head and pulled me closer. My fingers opened and slid inside of her, my tongue played with her clit. I wasn't super experienced in this department, but I watched enough porn to have an idea of what worked. I heard her say, 'that's it be thorough, make sure you take care of every bit.' I ate her out for all I was worth, I was determined to make her scream. I was busy sliding my tongue around her clit and poking three fingers inside of her when she told me she was about to cum. Her breathing got sharper and her moans got louder and more often. She was right on the edge when she told me to bite down. I did and she exploded into my mouth, my fingers still plunging in and out as she rode her climax to the end. Her hands tightly gripped my hair as her body shook, I was proud of myself for bringing her off. I sat back, admiring my talents; and she got off of the sink, 'Come on, let me play with that big cock of yours.' As she grabbed my hand and headed towards the bed. 'I want to see if it looks better in person!' I stopped and looked confused. She walked me over to the window and pointed across the lawn to my bedroom window, which had no curtains or blinds. She had a perfect view of my bed. She smiled and pulled me over to her big oak-framed king bed. How many times have I played with myself, thinking about her buxom milf body. The countless memories were going through my mind. How many times was I thinking about her, not aware as she was watching me. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and removed my clothes like she had a time limit. I was naked, feet dangling off the satin duvet, and my erection was standing tall and firm. She smiled as she gently grabbed a hold of my veiny red phallus. She looked at it closely and then slid her hand slowly up my shaft. She licked her lips and licked the swollen head, before she opened her mouth and slid my crown and pole inside. 'Hmm' she said as she started to move up and down. She played with my shaft on every up stroke and she was getting me closer already. I'm not really that experienced, so her talented hands and mouth had me ready to blow after a few minutes. She kept going and I grunted; and she kept going and going until I swelled and filled her mouth with my fresh cream. She kept softly sucking and bobbing on my cock during my reset, even taking my semi-flaccid pole down her throat, since it was more pliable and less obstructive. I was soon semi hard again. She looked at me and kept sucking. I was solid in no time. She said, 'are you ready?' I nodded as she lifted my legs and swiveled me on the slippery duvet, then climbed up on the big bed and stood. I admired the upward view of her swolen and wide-set bald outer pussy lips. Then she stepped each bare foot, one on each side of my hips. Then she smiled and looked me lustily in the face as she lowered down on my body. She soon knelt and straddled my hips and pointed my cock right at her open cunt. She put it at the entrance and dropped down a bit. My cock was sliding up and down her wetness as she coated me w

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  Tell Me A Story: Part 1

  Sep 29, 2026—

  Tell Me A Story: Part 1 A Campfire Reunion of Friends. Based on a post by Fugman . Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories . Forward. My friends and I go way back to the high school days, we've all gone our separate ways since those days, but we try to get back together every couple of years. Our get together was coming up in a few days and I was eager to see them all again. We were all now in our mid thirties, so we have grown up a little, some of us still need more growing, but that's a different story. This year we were doing a picnic sleepover at Steve's house because he had a huge area outside with a fireplace and a hot tub. Steve has done well since college and he liked to splurge when it came to having his friends over. Since some of us were traveling it was nice not to have to worry about hotel rooms as Steve set up a huge tent in the back for all of us. All the plans were made and we we're all excited to get together again. So this year's party would be Steve of course, his wife Dakota, Stephanie and Craig, Me and my wife Nicole, and recently divorced Holly. The most recent addition to our group was my wife about four years ago, a couple of months before we were married. Everyone made Nicole feel welcome and she became part of the group rather quickly as her personality just kind of aligned with everyone. This year will be about the sixth time for our get together, so everyone knew each other pretty well. A lot of the day the women spent time either in the hot tub laughing at who knows what or sunbathing by the in-ground pool. Either way, there was a lot of flesh on display all day long. Couple that with the fact that everyone was drinking, made for some adult fun. By the time the sun went down on that evening, we were well lubricated. Once we all sat around the fire we were all pretty drunk. That is when Craig brought out the small clipboards. He handed one to each of us. It had a paper on it with my name on the top, then each person in the group and a "true or false" written after each name. We all listened intently to Craig as he gave directions. "Everyone has a clipboard with your name on the top, it will also have everyone's name listed on it with True or False for each. We will go around the fire and each person is going to tell you a hot sex story, you need to circle an answer if you think it is true or false. These stories will be very sexual, some will be true, some fabrications, your job is to determine which is which. It's like Clue but with hotter situations. After everyone turns in their sheet, the person who told the story will answer if it was true or false. Everyone understand the rules? Is everyone okay telling personal stories, if you aren't you can make one up, if you are uncomfortable with the content, you can make it a PG13 version. Final rule, if you are uncomfortable with anything said in this game, you are free to step away, no judgments.” Dakota asked just before we started, "How long does the story have to be?" Craig said "No limit, but it needs to tell the full story. Everyone good?" We all nodded or said "yes" and the game was on. Dakota started first. Dakota's Story. “I was a cheerleader when I was in college. It was an away game on a Friday night about 40 minutes from our school. Shortly after the game ended one of the players on the other team approached me and asked me if I had a boyfriend? I said 'no'.” “Girlfriend?” Again I said; “no.” “How long before your bus leaves?” I said “about 20 minutes, why?” He said “follow me.” I don't know why, but the excitement had me dripping. I ran after him and he opened up the equipment storage room. He locked the door behind me and pulled me in for a kiss. I could not stop myself, he was good looking, and I was extremely horny. I kissed him back as I felt his hands caress my ass. I didn't fight it, I actually enjoyed it. There was a fold up chair in the corner so I told him to grab it and sit down. He did and I did a sexy strip tease for him removing every stitch of clothing other than my shoes. He told me I was gorgeous and I needed to come closer. I did what I was told and he pulled down his jersey. He pulled out his hard cock and I found myself drooling. I wanted it, I wanted it bad. I first went over and got on my knees. I grabbed him and tried to slide that monster down my throat. It wouldn't fit down very far, it was very thick and I tried to do the best I could. He reminded me that we didn't have much time before the bus left. I took the hint and climbed on top of him. He looked at me and said; “Are you sure?” My answer was not in words, I slid down his pole, his thickness filling me. After my body adjusted to his, I bounced up and down on top of his lap, as he sucked on my nipple. I knew this wasn't going to last long, as I was already dripping before I followed him to the shed. He pulled my pony tail and told me that I felt incredible bouncing on his pole. I had to agree. I lifted off of him, I felt empty. I quickly turned to face away from him and slid him back inside of me. I loved the feel of his thickness stretching me wide. I started bouncing on him again, this time harder and faster. He grabbed my hair tightly and yanked back on my head. He grunted and filled my hunger with his cum, which set me off and I came all over his pole. It was hot, I had to hurry but I got dressed and ran out of the shed just in time to get on the bus. I never knew his name, but I was filled with his cum as I rode the bus back home. The bus ride seemed to take forever as I was leaking fluids onto the back seat the entire ride. I always imagined how many times he told his friends about the cock hungry cheerleader he met after the game." I looked at Dakota and assessed the story, do I think it was true or false? I know that she used to be a cheerleader, so I circled true by Dakota's name hoping I was correct. Craig was next in line and I didn't expect to be as turned on as much as I was, hearing Dakota recall her tryst. But I was determined to keep an open mind. Craig cleared his throat, took a good long drink of his beer, and started his story. Craig's Story. "I was 22 when I had an experience that I never thought or drempt of. Her name was Lisa, she was wilder than anyone I have ever been with. Our sex life was well, let's just call it extremely adventurous. One night she said to me, “I'm bored, let's go shopping.” I said; “Okay.” and we hopped into the car. She told me to pull over into the parking lot and I told her, that's the porno shop, she told me that she realizes that. I figured we would get a toy or something. Nope; she had other ideas. She asked where the rooms were, and the guy behind the counter motioned towards the door next to the register. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down a dark hallway. The sign said room 3 and we opened the door and stepped in. Once the door was shut, she pulled me in, there was a chair in the middle facing a TV, she pushed me down and she sat on my lap. I didn't know what I was in for. She turned the TV on and the woman was swallowing his meat. Shoving it in and out of her mouth. She told me it looks good, let's mimic whats on the screen! She opened my pants and fished for my cock. It was out of my under-powered and in her mouth in half a second. Because of the atmosphere, I was already hard and ready to please her. That's when she noticed the little spots on the wall. Holes placed throughout the room, each one about 3 inches big. That's when Lisa told me, I've always wanted to play at the glory hole. I've heard if them before but never actually saw one and never anticipated using one. That's when I noticed it, a monster poking through the wall. I looked at Lisa and she had a wicked grin on her face. She licked her lips, 'yummy' and got down on her knees in front of it. She grabbed it tightly and held it up to her lips, sticking her tongue out and sliding it around the guy's head. I could here him moan from the other side of the thin wall. She went crazy when she heard his moans. Up and down she went on his wood. She sucked, licked and worked him up good. She was removing her clothes as she never missed a lick on his powerful cock. It wasn't long before she was completely naked, I could see the excitement dripping down her leg. If I am at all honest, watching her service some faceless guy was kind of turning me on and my pole was like steel. I slipped behind her and played with her wetness, my fingers quickly slick with her juices. She moaned around the guy's erection and I slid deep inside of her. She kept moaning as I started to pick up the pace behind her. I was pushing her into him and she would bounce back and forth between us. My hands gripped her hips and I pulled her back onto me. It was long before she was begging both of us to fill her up. I could hear him just beyond the wall and even I could tell that he wasn't going to last much longer. I am not sure why, but that motivated me to pound harder into her. She moaned every time I pushed deep and he moaned every time her mouth went farther down his pole. I was right on the edge as I plowed deep in and I filled her with all of my cum. She moaned as she loved the feel of my pulsing pleasure stick as she called it. She was moaning as I felt her walls clench my weapon, milking me for every drop she could get. That is when I heard his grunt as he emptied his own into her mouth. She loved the feeling of having two different guys coming in both sides of her wanting body. She moaned as both men started to get soft. Apparently she wasn't fully satisfied yet. She noticed one of the other walls now had a black cock sticking out. She looked at me and smiled, 'never had one before!' She went over to it and grabbed tightly, stroking it to full length. 'Can I see how far I can get that in my mouth?' She opened her lips and started to slide down, little by little his rod disappeared down her throat. I have to admit I was a little impressed at her skill and more than a little horny by the show she was putting on. She got the thing pretty much down her throat as she started bobbing up and down. A deep voice echoed in my head, 'holy shit girl, your mouth is amazing. ' That's when she pulled off of him, 'you should try my pussy!' She looked at me for approval and I don't know what came over me, I found myself nodding and stroking my own pole. She smiled and turned around. I watched her eyes as she forced her body back towards the wall taking his pole inside of her. At first it was slow, then she bounced back and forth against the wall. She was screaming how incredible it felt to be full. He was moaning and screaming, 'take it baby, take it all!' I just stood there stroking myself as she climbed towards her second orgasm of the night. All he had to do was stay in the wall and she did the rest. She built him up and she was right on the edge of exploding. That is when I went over to her, lifted her chin and blew my load in her face and chest. She screamed as she hit her orgasm and he grunted and said, holy shit, as her eyes opened wide. He was filling her up with his baby juice and she loved every last drop of it. My juices dripping off her chin and onto the floor. She stood up and gathered her clothes, pulled her jeans and her shirt back on. She pushed her panties in her bag and we walked back towards the cash register. She told me that one of her favorite things was feeling his seed dripping down her legs the rest of the night. She looked at me, smiled and said, 'my new favorite store when I'm bored.' I was still reeling from everything, but I had to admit that I often thought about that night and it always led to me stroking myself until I exploded." It was time to vote, did I think this really happened, or did he read it in a story or something? I circled my vote and hoped I was 2 for 2! I looked around, Holly was next, I've always had a little crush on Holly, she was beautiful, highly sexual and loved to dress skimpy and show off her body. I was eager to hear her story. I had to make it through Holly's story, then Nicole, then me, then Stephanie and then our host Steve had his shot to amaze or trick us with his lustful story. Once this game started, I was most interested in Holly's tale. I just knew her sexual life was way more exciting than everyone else's. I was already hard from the game so far and I knew Holly was going to have an amazing story. She began her story and I was hanging on every word. Holly's Story. "So it was right after the divorce was final, I was in a bad way, horny as hell, moody and just plain didn't give a fuck for anyone. I prepared myself to get drunk and order a pizza, so I poured myself a shot and ordered early before I could see straight any longer. 'I have my driver there soon, thanks for calling.' The young kid on the phone said. About 3 shots later, I heard the doorbell ring. I rushed to go get my pizza and I was greeted by a handsome young man, maybe in his mid twenties. He told me his name was Shawn and how much I owed him. I instructed him to put the pizza in the kitchen and I'll get my wallet. I was wearing a sheer robe with nothing on underneath, I always had that fantasy, but I never had the chance when I was married. I grabbed my wallet and headed to the kitchen when I saw Shawn. He was well built, he clearly worked out, and he was staring at my body. I enjoy the attention and make sure that he knows that the tip is up to him. He looked at me confused. 'I can give you money; or you can take what you feel that I owe you.' He looked at my body again, sending shivers up my spine. He told me to turn around and as I did he grabbed my arms. He pushed me against the island in the kitchen and lifted my robe. My bare ass was on full display when he told me to bend over the counter. I did everything he said, I mean it was his tip, he earned it. He dropped down to his knees and held my buttocks in his hands. He asked me to be sure if I was offering everything to him. I said yes, just take what you feel you've earned. He spread my cheeks open and stuck his tongue in the channel between them. I felt like I was going to cum right then. But he took his time as I felt his tongue dip inside my backside. I've never felt this before and my hands gripped the counter tightly. His tongue probed my hole as I felt his fingers slide between my legs. Inch by inch his hands traveled up until I felt them slide in my wetness. There I was, his tongue in my ass and fingers poking in my pussy, I seriously was about to cum just from that, but I told him that he could take whatever he wanted. So he stood up and pushed me against the counter and tear off my robe. I was naked and exposed and begging for him to fuck me. He didn't waste time, he pulled his cock out and pushed it in my dripping wetness. He was not gentle, he forced himself inside, but it was exactly what I wanted. He took me, and I loved every second of it. He grabbed my hair and pulled back on my head so he could grab a hold of my tits. He pounded on me like it was in his job description, and I was so desperate, I came after a short time. He told me he was about to cum, where did I want it. I yelled at him, 'fucking fill me up with it.' A few more strokes and he did just that. When he came down from his explosion, he told me that he needed me to do something for him. Considering what he has done for me, I said, what is it? He said he needed to clean himself up before he went back on deliveries. So I got on my knees and took care of his needs. I may have really done well, because before he left he had also filled my throat full of his cum. On his way out the door he told me what days he works, I told him suddenly on those days Ill be having pizza. He laughed as I closed the door. I was still naked and dripping. I've been getting pizza at least twice a week for months now." Holy shit, I thought to myself, that was hot and in my mind I was picturing her body laying over the counter getting fucked hard. I circled 'true' and took a big drink of my beer. Nicole was next and she looked over at me. She noticed the tent in my lap and whispered, "we'll take care of the tonight!" I knew she had to be feeling frisky as well listening to all of these stories. I knew that she likes these types of stories and I think it does more when it is told as opposed to read. I might have to start reading her stories when I'm in the mood. Nicole looked around at everyone before she began. Everyone was eager to hear another story and I'm sure all of the guys were hard and all the women were wet. The tent tonight is going to be filled with moaning and grunting, I'm sure of it. So Nicole cleared her throat and looked around, then she started her story. Nichole's Turn. "I's just turned 18 years old, and on an exchange program to Great Britain when I met this guy, Cameron at a club. He came right over to me and said 'hey' and his accent made my legs go week and I was already starting to get wet. He told me that he and a few of his friends were hanging out in a booth in the corner, did I want to join them. I accepted and he took my hand and led me to the corner. The corner was dark, and two guys were already seated at the table. He introduced me to

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  Sexual Equity - Orientation: Part 2

  Sep 28, 2026—

  Sexual Equity: Part 2 An orientation to the obligations of Sexual Equity. In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt . Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories . Forward: About New Dorset. New Dorset is an island, and nation-state, in the northeast Pacific. Located 450 km southwest of the Baja California peninsula, it is the largest territory (other than Antarctica) to have no native population when first discovered by Europeans. It was first discovered in 1533 by Spanish explorers, but no Spanish presence was ever established, and it was disputed between Spain and Britain until Spain withdrew its claim in 1815. It was colonized by the British beginning in the early 1800s, and given its independence along with other British dominions in 1931. New Dorset is a constitutional monarchy with a parliamentary government, with a constitution in broad terms similar to that of the United Kingdom and many former British colonies, but governed under the unique principles of Sexual Equity. New Dorset has 8,671,074 inhabitants. and the capitol is Dorchester. The Duchies, or provinces are: Bathurst, whose capitol is also Dorchester, has 832,092. Wilmot-Horton, whose capitol is Portsmouth, has 2.046,189. Goderich, whose capitol is Poole, has 1,100,280. Deltaland, whose capitol is Stafford, has 1,195,146. Alicia, whose capitol is Taylorville, has 1,024,764. Helenia, whose capitol is Jenkins, has 1,040,141. Louisia, whose capitol is Kibblewhite, has 537,428. Beatricia, whose capitol is Packman, has 895,034. Orientation begins: Twelve women in the their twenties and thirties, dressed in pantsuits or blazers and skirts, file in to the conference room and sit around the table. At first, they talk of their journeys here to the capital; soon he discussion turns to constituency office staffing and committee assignments. Finally an older woman, about fifty, comes in, wearing a “State Service Office” badge on a lanyard. “Hello. Welcome to State Service Orientation. I’m Rebecca Upston, the Parliamentary Commissioner for State Service. Angela, who usually does new officeholder orientation, is off today, so you get me; I’m the head of the program. Thanks for coming on time. I know this seems uncomfortable and frightful for some of you, but don’t worry, for almost everyone orientation, and service generally, turns out to be a good experience. Can you introduce yourselves? Just first names here. You can call me Rebecca.” They go around the room, and each says her name. Rebecca makes a point of repeating them back. “Georgia.” “Eva.” “Lucy.” “Holly.” “Bella.” “Brooke.” “Samantha.” “Jasmine.” “Sophie.” “Madison.” “Summer.” “Elizabeth.” Rebecca says, “Great. And most of you are new members of the Legislative Assembly from; which province was it, Deltaland, right? Except Sophie, who won the federal by election in MacVicar, and Lucy, who is the newest city council member in Poole. Her election was just two days ago. Thanks for coming down so quickly. “Congratulations to all of you on running for and winning office, on being chosen to represent and lead your people. What we are here for today may not seem like it has much to do with what you do in the legislature, but you’ll see that it does. “I was an MP for twelve years and on my city council for four years before that, so even before this job, I did my share of state service. A lot of women come in with ideas about service that are pretty far off, so even though we provide you with written materials, we have everyone do an in-person orientation. You’ve all read the ‘Your Service Obligation’ booklet, right?” A series of nods. “All right. Let’s begin he orientation by letting me show you through your part of the selection process. Servitrixes , that’s what we call women who have a service obligation, go online each month and sign up for service room assignments. By the way, in real life nobody ever calls them ‘service rooms,’ they’re always called ‘cribs,’ except in the paperwork. Anyway, the Service Office will send you the date each month when you’re eligible to select times and places. You get a different date depending on whether you’re a minister, an MP, an MLA, or what. If it’s available, you’re allowed to choose any crib, anywhere. Usually, you’ll want to pick one near where you work, but it’s up to you.” She calls the web site up on the projector and goes through a sample assignment selection process. “You pick the number of appointments you need each month for your obligation. Each appointment time lasts an hour. Ten minutes at the beginning is for preparation and fifteen at the end is for clean-up, so if you have two crib assignments in a row, you’ll have a twenty-five minute break in between.” “What if we forget to sign up?” asks Georgia. “Well, you can always sign up late, and be limited to whatever crib spaces are available. We’ll try to accommodate you if we can. Ultimately, it’s your responsibility to make sure you can fulfil your service obligation. If you don’t, you can end up before the Joint Disciplinary Committee, and ultimately lose your seat. So don’t do that. Sign up early, get convenient crib assignments, do your service, and then go back and run the country. That’s how service is supposed to work. All the details are on the help pages online.” “OK, so that’s how you’ll sign up. I want to give you a a general idea about how patrons (men who receive service) sign up too. Patrons sign up on a weekly basis instead of a monthly basis, and select their preferences from the service room assignments you’ve chosen. They select their preferred times and servitrixes, and the system matches them up. There are a lot more men who want to receive service than servitrixes to provide it, so there’s a complicated system for building the waiting list. Patrons get priority firstly on how long they’ve been waiting, then on whether they live in the constituency of the woman in question, and last on whether they’ve received any honors – lords, knights and members of the various orders of merit all have their own priority levels.” “I thought earls and lords could get service anytime they wanted,” asked Lucy. “No, just the duke of each province and the king. Nobles get some preference, but if a regular man with no honors has been waiting longer than an earl, he will get service even if the earl has to wait. Where the honors make a difference is in whether they get their first choice of servitrix. Samantha asks, "Why do we sign up monthly when men sign up weekly?” “It just works out better that way; it allows women to establish their schedules in advance, which is especially important for women like the foreign minister, who has to make sure she squeezes in her service obligation in between foreign trips. For men, it’s easier to pick appointment times closer to when they’ll actually go, and weekly signups allow the waiting lists to shuffle more often, which gives a sense of progress, even if the wait isn’t really any different in the long run. As long as you sign up on time for your assignments, the difference won’t affect you. "Oh, one other thing you should know: if a crib isn’t being used, servitrixes can sign up to use it for whatever they want; either take a friend down there, or just use the lounge to take a nap or something. Perk bookings open up at the beginning of the week, after any late assignments. "Any other questions? OK, they should be ready for us in the cribs now.” Rebecca leads the women out of the conference room and into the hall. They pause in the Grand Hall on the way to the stairs. “Parliament House is a beautiful place to work. State service reminds us of our responsibility to the citizens, but the building reminds us how glorious our country is and what a privilege it is to lead it. We who work here are fortunate, especially the MPs. State service might seem like an heavy burden at times, but it’s a small price to pay. I don’t regret a day of it.” They descend a stairway and travel down another hall, and come to an alcove marked Service Rooms; East, where two athletic men in their twenties are standing. “Hello, Ms. Upston.” “Hello, gentlemen,” says Rebecca. “These are two of our instructors. We don’t use names for our patrons, so for now we’ll just call them Mr. M and Mr. V.” They exchange a round of greetings. Rebecca addresses a woman in a security uniform sitting behind a glass window in the back of the alcove. “Hi, Harper,” says Rebecca. “Harper here is our first line of security. We know you are in a vulnerable position with you don’t know, so we take security very seriously at the Service Office, especially here at Parliament House. We show you this side during orientation so you can feel confident in your safety. You’ve all gone through body scanners to get into Parliament House. Security’s even tighter down here. No man can get into the cribs until the guard gives them a key and buzzes them in. Harper, can you check in Mr. M and Mr. V?” Harper checks their IDs and then passes two plastic rings through the window, and the two men each take one. Mr. M puts the ring on a finger, then presses the ring to a badge reader next to a door; Harper presses a button and the door opens. A short hallway is visible, with another door at the other end. Rebecca says, “The door opens only when guard buzzes the doors at the same time the key is used. Every entrance and exit to the cribs is protected by a set of double doors, which can’t open at the same time, so nobody can sneak through.” Mr. M leads the others through the hallway, and they find themselves in a room with a bench, a row of lockers, and a stack of what look like towels on a shelf above a hamper. There are doors marked To Exit and Washroom/Showers, and a hallway marked To Service Rooms. Rebecca says “There are twenty cribs in Parliament House: seven in the south wing, ten in the west wing, and this the smallest set, with just three. Usually all the Parliament House cribs are pretty busy. Backbench MPs usually do service in Parliament House, as do ministers of the major departments like the Foreign Ministry and Defense, since those offices don’t have their own cribs. Ministers whose offices are in the North and South Executive Buildings generally use the cribs there. "This is the locker room for the east cribs. Men can’t take anything into the cribs with them from the outside, anything at all. No clothes, no jewelry, nothing except their ring key. They have to take off everything and leave it here. Gentlemen, will you demonstrate?” The instructors remove their shoes, pants, and shirts and put them in lockers. Mr. V removes a gold chain from around his neck; Mr. M removes a piercing from his ear, a gold ring from his finger, and a wristwatch. All go in the lockers. Finally, they remove their underwear, and turn around, facing the officeholders totally nude except for the plastic ring keys on their fingers. Rebecca says, “Please, take a good look,” and the two instructors pause as the women examine them.. A few titters escape the women’s mouths. Rebecca says, “We always get a few gigglers here at orientation. But you’ll have to get used to seeing men like this. We’ll talk more about that later. First, let’s finish seeing security. Meanwhile, Mr. M takes one of the cloths that look like towels. "These wraps are all patrons are allowed to wear,” he says. “It’s not much, but having something makes most of us more comfortable while we wait.” He puts it around his lower torso and presses it closed. “There’s no pockets or anything, so you can see why the keys are made like rings; we don’t have to worry about losing them. We need the ring to open our locker and get our clothes after service.” Mr. V also takes a wrap and puts it on. They continue on into the hallway marked To Waiting Room. In the hallway is another security checkpoint with a fullbody scanner, with entry and exit doors; a male security officer stands behind a glass wall. Rebecca says, “We’re always extra careful. We know you’re in the public eye and we don’t want anything to happen to any of you. So we have another checkpoint here. Lucas here does a visual inspection, and then the scanner verifies that the man has left absolutely everything in the locker room.” The scanner door opens, Mr. M steps inside, and the door closes behind him. Lucas says, “Please remove your wrap, sir.” Mr. M does, and the guard makes a point of examining him thoroughly. “You may put it back now, sir,” says Lucas. Mr. M does so, and then Lucas operates the scanner, which is silent. “Thank you, sir,” says Lucas, and the rear scanner door opens. Mr. M goes through the door, and it closes behind him. Lucas goes through the same procedure with Mr. V. Rebecca says, “Only patrons are allowed in the waiting room, so we will be heading out now.” Bella says, “Is there something special in the waiting room that we can’t see?” “Yes, actually. Official portraits. At one point, it was decided that the old practice of displaying portraits of past and present ministers and officers of Parliament was one of the honors women would renounce. Instead, it was decided that official portraits would be made in the act of giving service, and they would be displayed in the waiting rooms to help patrons get in the proper mood.” Lucy is alarmed. “But they said service was private, that nobody got to see us.” “Well, nobody gets to see except the patrons. This is why you’re not allowed in there. The waiting room is highly restricted. Nobody is ever allowed in except men waiting for service. Even I’ve never seen any of the official portraits except my own.” Sophie says, “I’d like to know about that.” Rebecca laughs. “Maybe later. Anyway, don’t worry, only ministers and a few others are required to have their portraits posted, and in any case only the men actually waiting for service can see them. We can have no expectation of privacy from our patrons. And the portraits do an important job, of helping patrons get themselves ready for what is about to happen. It’s just another kind of service.” “Anyway, when the woman in the crib signals that she’s ready to begin, there will be an announcement in the waiting room. The man then uses his key to access the hallway that leads to the crib, and then the crib itself. The main security office has a door to the hall, to come if you call, and the hall is also used by housekeeping staff who wipe up and change the linens after every appointment. "For now, our instructors will stay in the waiting room while we go around to the women’s entrance.” Rebecca leads the women out through the locker room and a series of hallways with doors back to the service room entrance alcove. She counts the women, and says “Harper, we’re all clear.” Rebeca leads the women back to the stairwell. “We actually have to go up and over to get to the women’s entrances. We don’t want any mistakes.” Lucy asks, “Are all cribs this secure?” “Well, mostly. No matter what, we always have separate men’s and women’s entrances, and there’s always a guard on the men’s side who makes sure patrons can’t bring anything inside, monitors who enters the cribs, and who is there to help if called. But all security is stronger for our national leaders. The truth is that we’ve never had a problem where somebody who wasn’t supposed to be in a crib tried to get in to hurt someone, not even here in the capital.” Rebecca leads them up the stairs, back through a set of hallways, and down another stairway. At the bottom, a woman in a security uniform sits at a counter, behind another glass window with a locked door. Rebecca says, “Matilda here will check your IDs and buzz you in.” Matilda checks each ID before allowing the group through another set of double doors into another hallway, this one with doors labeled E1 through E3. Rebecca says, “We’re going to do most of the rest of orientation in E1, but that’s an extra-large crib we use for orientations and other special occasions. Before we go there, I want to show you E2, which is a regular crib. The first room is your lounge, where you can freshen up. There’s a small washroom with a toilet and shower, and an area where you can rest and change clothes. Then after that is the crib itself, which has a bed, a chair, and a stool. I’ll explain that in a bit, but go on into E2 and see what it’s like.” Rebecca opens the door with her badge. Each goes into E2 and looks around. The lounge has an area rug covering most of the floor, a daybed and a small clothes closet with a mirror on the door. The washroom is small but well stocked with toiletries. Next to the door to the crib is wall decoration reading “Happiness / Gratitude / Humility” and a small whiteboard marked “Today’s code: 2701”. Inside the crib is a full-size bed, made up with just a fitted sheet. It’s pressed up against the wall on one side, and on the other side there’s a low chest of drawers. Across from it there’s also a chair with a seat raised off the ground, and a very low stool in front of it. This room has a rug on the floor also. On the far wall is a door marked Men’s Exit. Next to the door back to the lounge there are some pushbuttons and a keypad. After each has a look, Rebecca reaches into the E2 lounge, presses a button on the wall marked Finished, and exits the room, closing the E2 door behind her. Then she shows the officeholders into E1. The lounge here is similar, but much larger, with two couches and a large closet, and mirrors lining the walls; the washroom has a toilet and shower but also a whirlpool bath. It has the same decoration and whiteboard next to the crib door. Rebecca says, “This is the biggest crib we have, which is why we use it for orientation: there’s no way this many women could fit in E2. At the same time, E2 is much more like the cribs you’ll be using. This room is booked up quickly. "Now is when you will be first introduced to what State Service is really like. The first step is to change your clothes. You should remove everything: clothes, jewelry, hair bands, whatever you have on, and put on a service robe. Let me know if your robe is too long; it shouldn’t go down to your knees.” She opens the closet and hands each woman a garment bag and a thigh-length, very sheer robe. Eva looks at the robe and asks, “What’s the point of wearing this thing? There’s not even any lace. They can see everything anyway, we might as well just be naked.” Rebecca says, “Yes, Eva, it doesn’t hide anything, but that’s not the point of wearing this. We provide service not only in what we do but in how we look, and not only in how we look to the men but how we look to ourselves. Nudity isn’t necessarily sexy; it can be pretty ordinary. We’re all nude when we take baths, or change o

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  My First Time

  Sexual Equity: Part 1

  Sep 27, 2026—

  Sexual Equity: Whosoever..  A Sci Fi Fantasy Story. Ryan makes a visit to the West Service Rooms. In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt . Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories . And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your Servant. Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different experience. Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window. "I'm Ryan Ganter, I have a 1400 hours appointment," he says to the guard. "ID, please?" Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his computer. "Yes, you're in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome. You're quite early; fourteen is actually the time we expect you to check in, and your service will start later. Here is your key." The guard hands him a grey plastic ring. "You put it on your finger. When I buzz you through the doors, you'll need to press it up on the reader at the same time. You'll also use it for your locker. Put absolutely everything you have in your locker: all your clothes, your phone, any jewelry you may have, absolutely everything you have except that key. There are wraps for you to wear; that and your key are all you can bring inside. Once everything you have is in your locker, you can go through screening and into the waiting room. Got it?" Ryan nods, and the guard buzzes him through a pair of doors into a locker room. There's two other men there, a burly one taking off his clothes, and another one wearing glasses putting his back on. Ryan says nothing, finds a locker and begins putting his jacket and shoes into it. He notices the man taking his clothes off has finished, and has taken a cloth from a stack on a shelf and wrapped it around his lower torso, from his midsection to just above his knees.. Ryan takes a wrap too and continues undressing. He has only his underwear on when he puts the wrap around himself and seals the Velcro. "Hey, you should know, they won't let you in with underwear on. Just the wrap," says the man in glasses. "Oh, thanks," says Ryan, and pulls his underwear down without taking the wrap off. He puts it in the locker and locks it, now with nothing at all except the wrap around his lower torso and the plastic ring key on his finger. Ryan looks around and notices that the connecting passages are labeled To Waiting Room and Washrooms/Showers. A digital clock on the wall reads 1300. Ryan thinks to himself that maybe being clean would be a good for this, so he goes into the washroom, where he is alone. The shower area is communal, with several shower heads coming out from the walls. He puts his wrap on a hook and enters the showers. He's lathering himself up when another man enters the washroom, wearing a wrap. Bashful, Ryan covers his crotch with his hands. The man says "Kid, you better get used to being naked if you're going to come here." As if to prove it, he removes the wrap and puts it over his shoulder before going up to a urinal. Ryan looks away and finishes showering. By the time he's done, the other man is gone, so he dries himself off with a towel and puts the wrap back on. Back out in the locker room, the clock now reads 13:10. Ryan heads down the hallway marked To Waiting Room. He turns a corner and sees a security checkpoint, with a young male guard and a full-body scanner. He enters the full-body scanner and a door closes behind him, enclosing him on all sides. "Sir, I need to conduct a visual on you. Please remove your wrap." Ryan slowly unfastens the wrap and holds it in his hands. The guard closely examines Ryan's body, from head to toe, and asks Ryan to turn so the guard can see all sides. Ryan is very uncomfortable but complies. After the guard finishes, satisfied, he says. "Ok, you may put your wrap back on, sir." Ryan does, and then the guard operates the scanner. It is silent, and the guard opens a door to let him proceed. 'Very well, sir. The waiting room is beyond the next door. When she's ready, you'll hear an announcement. Enjoy your service, sir." Ryan says "Thanks," unlocks the next door with his key and walks through to a waiting room. While he's getting his bearings Ryan hears an announcement: "Mr. Bennett, please accept service now in W5. Mr. Bennett, W5." A man gets up and, using his key, goes through a door marked To Service Rooms. Ryan sees magazines on the side tables, and a television on one side of the room displaying a soccer match silently, with captions. A number of men sit around the room, some looking at magazines or at the television, and some looking at a series of framed photos on all the walls. Around the room there are framed photos of naked women, just their faces and torsos, with their legs off the edge of the photo. Looking closer, Ryan sees that each woman is in the middle of intercourse, although all you can see of the man is his penis, coming in from outside the frame to enter the woman. Ryan finds the sight of this a bit much. He sees a reader with a display on the wall, and tests his key: sure enough, it displays his name, the number of his locker, and "13:15, 14:00 appt, W7 15:10." So Ryan guesses he'll be here for nearly two hours before he will actually get in. Fortunately, he likes soccer. He watches the match until it's over, and then begins reading a sports magazine. Eventually, he hears his own name: "Mr. Ganter, please accept service in W7." He gets up, unlocks the To Service Rooms door with his key, and enters a hallway. Following signs, he turns to the right and continues to the door for W7. Hesitating just a bit, he uses his key to unlock that door, and walk in. The door closes behind him before he can take in what he's seeing. A woman, who looks to be about thirty-five though Ryan knows she is older, kneels on the floor before him, wearing only the sheerest of robes, which hides nothing. Her long light brown hair reaches down to touch her breasts, which are round and high on her body. With a professional smile, she says, "Hello, my name is Judy. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?" Ryan can hardly get a word out. "Wow..." Judy's smile becomes more genuine. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad my appearance pleases you." Ryan continues to stare. "Um.. well... could you.. maybe... get up so I could see all of you?" "Of course, sir." Judy gets up off the ground and pushes the small bench she was kneeling on over to the side of the room. She opens her arms wide, spreads her legs slightly, and turns in a full circle. Her robe hides nothing; he can see her breasts, her derri re. She is hairless, so he can see her cleft. "I can see you find this arousing, sir. May I remove your wrap?" Ryan can't speak but nods. Judy pulls the wrap off with one hand and runs her other hand down his erect penis before turning to hang the wrap on a hook by the door Ryan had used. She turns back to him and again kneels, this time on the floor. "Sir, I am here to serve. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?" Ryan starts off, "Pre" before Judy interrupts him. "No, sir, in here I am just Judy. Please call me Judy, sir." Ryan nods and says "Judy. I want to ... I want to fuck you." "Of course, sir," says Judy. "What if I lie on the bed, and you get on top?" Not waiting for an answer, she removes her robe and hangs it on a hook on the far side of the room. Ryan finally notices the bed against the wall as, now fully naked, she lies on it. "Sir, please come here and fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me." Ryan doesn't wait for a second invitation. He gets up on the bed, crawls to a point between her legs and points his penis toward her vagina. "Just a minute, sir," she says, as she guides him inside her. "Yes, please sir, please fuck me." Ryan begins thrusting. But, though an effort of will, he stops himself and pulls out, sitting up in front of her. "No! Not yet. I want more." Judy looks up at him quizzically. "Of course, sir. How may I serve you?" Ryan says "I want... I want to touch you." Ryan gets off the bed and begins using his hands: he gropes Judy's breasts, rubs her nipples with his fingertips, and reaches down and moves his fingers up and down through her outer lips, which makes Judy moan slightly. "Sir, that's good." Ryan turns her away from him onto her side, and begins groping her buttock. "Please, sir, not too hard... ah, thank you sir," says Judy. After a moment of this he begins using one hand on her buttock and reaches the other around her and holds her breast, squeezing gently and then rubbing, which elicits an " Ah, Ah," from Judy. Finally, Ryan has her get on hands and knees, gets behind her on the bed, and enters her vagina from behind. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, sir," says Judy. This time Ryan doesn't stop himself and he comes. Breathing heavily, he pulls out, rolling away from Judy, pushing his back against the wall. After a moment, Judy gets up off the bed, kneels, and starts to speak. "On—" "Wait," interrupts Ryan, "do we have any more time?" Judy says "Yes, sir, we've only been a few minutes. Are you not satisfied with your service?" "Yeah. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions." "Oh. Sir. I can't answer anything about what I do on the outside in here, sir." "No, I just wanted to know... how can you do this? Out there, you're... you. In here, you begged me to fuck you. You don't even know me. I mean, that's so wild." Judy pauses. "Well, sir, I asked you to fuck me because I knew it's what you wanted — although I wanted it too. In here or out there, I'm a woman. My pussy may not be on display when I'm outside, but it's always there underneath my clothes, and sometimes I get horny and wet and I want to have a cock like yours inside." "But whatever my feelings are, when I'm in here, I'm here to serve you, sir, and the men who come after you. That's what Sexual Equity is, the system we live under, the bargain we made so I can do what I do. And I believe in that system, sir, truly. My service in here makes me better at what I do, out there." Ryan stares at her, nonplussed. "Sir, I can tell you don't understand. Let me try again." Judy rises from the floor and sits on the side of the bed next to Ryan, who moves to lie on his back, looking up at her. She reaches out to his penis with one hand and begins to stroke it. "I don't just do this because it's a condition of my job. When people give service to others, in any way, it changes us for the better. Service gives us a sense of purpose and satisfaction. By easing stress, it makes us happier and healthier. And when we serve others it not only helps others feel closer to us, but also helps us feel closer to them. Giving of ourselves helps us see the kindness and generosity in others. I don't know if you're a Christian, sir, but Christ commands us to serve others, as He served the people in His days on earth." Judy gets up on the bed, kneeling alongside him, facing him. She picks up Ryan's hand and places it on her breast, and then begins to use both her hands to massage him, alternately lightly touching his scrotum and stroking and squeezing his penis, which is beginning to harden again.. "Sex is another way that people become closer together — literally, since we touch each other, but being open and vulnerable with our bodies makes us feel open and vulnerable emotionally, too. You must feel closer to me now, sir, than you did when you came in." Ryan manages to grunt, "uh-huh." His penis is again becoming fully erect. "This is even more true for women. When you're inside me, and I'm all around you, it feels like you're not separate from me, but part of me." Judy moves over to sit astride Ryan; she opens her labia with one hand and guides Ryan's penis to enter her vagina with the other. "And when it's over, you come in me, and my body absorbs the fluid. You literally do become part of who I am." She moves herself up and down slowly on Ryan's penis; he moans. "So if serving you makes me feel close to you, and sex makes me feel close to you, then serving you with sex makes me feel as close as I can ever feel with another person." "You're right, sir, I don't know you; I'll never know your name." She picks up his hand off her breast and kisses it, then takes both his hands and pulls them around to her derri re. "Sir, hold my ass, pull me in tight. I don't learn your name because in this room you are not just yourself, but a representative of all the people of our country. I serve you, and fuck you, so that I can feel as close as possible to all the people you represent. Feel as though everyone in the country is part of me." She continues moving herself up and down, grinding on Ryan's genitals. "My service to you makes my feelings, wants and needs as closely aligned with my country's as they can possibly be. And that's why doing what we're doing now makes me better at what I do outside this room." She moves up and down more quickly, grinds harder. "I hope this feels good, sir. I want to make you come, sir, so I can feel closer to everyone. Sir, can you come one more time for me?" Ryan could. Judy slowly gets off Ryan and lies on the bed. Ryan's still on his back; she's on her side, her face next to his. After a moment, she kisses his cheek and says, "Is there any other way I can serve you, sir?" Ryan shakes his head no. He can hardly move; he is drained. She moves closer and whispers in his ear, "I love my country, sir, and right now, you are my country." She lies there for two minutes, resting her hand on his arm, their naked bodies touching. Nothing more is said. Eventually she kisses his cheek again and leaves the bed. She takes the very thin robe from its hook, and puts it on; Ryan can't see why, since it doesn't hide anything. She then kneels on the floor; Ryan turns to look. "Sir, I have to go now." She looks at a clock on the wall. "It won't be long before they ask you to leave so they can clean. Your ring key will open the exit door." She then recites, "On behalf of His Majesty's Government, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service." She rises and moves toward the rear door. Ryan calls, "Wait!" She looks questioningly back at him. "Could you just turn around, let me look at you one more time? I want to remember this." Judy smiles, and again holds out her arms and does a slow twirl, while Ryan stares at her body. "Um, thanks," Ryan says. "Of course, sir. And I mean it sincerely when I say, thank you for letting me serve you." She turns to type a code into a hidden keypad, unlocking the rear door; she exits the room. Ryan lies there for another moment before getting off the bed, putting the wrap back around himself and using the ring key to open the door he had come in. Judy closes the door behind her and exhales. Going to the closet, she places her robe in a hamper. She checks the clock again, regrets that she doesn't have time to take her usual shower, and begins to put her clothes back on: underwear, white silk top, navy blazer and skirt, dark stockings and low pumps. She takes just a moment to brush out her hair, and exits. Her assistant is outside the Service Office entrance. "Prime Minister." "Hello, Jules," says Judy. "Well. It's been a long time since I've had a first-timer. It's better than I remember. Anyway. What's next?" "Well, Prime Minister, they're waiting in your office for your Question Time briefing, and then you have the Transport Minister at 16:30." "When's my next service appointment?" "Tonight at 20, and tomorrow morning you have two in a row, at seven-thirty and eight-thirty, before prime minister's questions start at ten." "Thanks. I'd better get ready for Question Time," says Judy. They head up the stairs. To be continued in part 2, by  oolonroosevelt  for Literotica

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