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My Anniversary Giftbased on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. My wife Cassandra and I are approaching our first year anniversary, I was trying to think of the perfect way to express how much I feel towards her.  She always works very hard and has very little time to spend on her, I thought of sending her to one of those Spa’s, but I thought of an even better way, I would do all of the pampering here at our home.  Our Anniversary was this coming Friday, I had a little over four days to prepare.  [[MORE]] I had tried to get everything set, but when I came home Friday, Cassie already had things in mind, I found her lighting candles all over the apartment in her wedding dress, when she saw me, she simply say, this is what I was wearing on the best day of my life.  I had to agree with her, and I told her she looked stunning, I went to her and gave her a huge hug and a kiss.  I said, “you do know that you won’t be wearing that dress as long this time?”  She smiled and said, “I hope not!”  I went into the bathroom, dragging her in with me, the room was covered with a soft glow of flickering light and a soft smell of roses and lilac’s.   I kissed her very gently on the lips and told her, it was my turn for me to take care of her.  I ran a nice warm bath in our over-sized claw tub, I made sure it was warm and I put some of the her favorite bubble bath, as she continued to light more candles.  “Honey, I know you like candles, but the fire department is going to show up before the night is over.”  She giggled and came over to me for another tender hug and a kiss.  I kissed her passionately on the lips and then I said “relax honey, I’ll take care of you all night.”  I slowly removed her wedding gown, which was pretty much the only thing she was wearing, with the exception of the traditional garter belt.  I hung her wedding dress on the door and stared at her lovely body, naked except for the garter belt wrapped tightly around her shapely thighs.  I took my time, watching my wife in the glow of the candles, I examined her whole body, slowly moving my eyes up and down.  I went over to her and knelt down before her, I told her “now this is what I wanted to do at our reception,” I bent down, kissed her thighs and slowly removed her garter with my teeth.  I was sure to slide my tongue down her legs as the removal took place.  Cassie said that if I had done that at our reception, she would have taken me to the limo right then and there.  When I stood back up again, I was met with a much more passionate kiss, one of those kisses that tells you what you are in store for.  I turned the bathwater off, and encouraged her to get in the tub, with a quizzical look on her face she did as she was told.  I took the  sponge and started to wash her feet, paying attention to the bottoms and her toes.  I slowly moved my hands and sponge up to her legs, paying close attention to every side and each leg, I moved up a little higher to her knees, spending a little more time at the backs of her knees.  I climbed yet a little higher, to her lower thighs.   With each new territory that I reached, I paid some extra time at the places I knew that she really likes to be kissed and touched.  Mid-thigh now, and she has her head back, enjoying the pampering and getting more and more excited as I slowly ascend to her upper thighs.  I reach every new area, with the exception of the place I know she most wants me to touch, I move slowly up close, but then I avoid it and move up to her stomach.  I move the sponge all over her belly, her belly button to just below her breasts, she gasps as I nudge one of her breasts with the sponge.  I then spend a little extra time cleaning her breasts, moving it around and a round, coming close to her nipples and then once again avoiding them altogether.   I move up to her upper chest, just

Two guys, two girls, a camping picnic on the beach. By Cybotic. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. This was her Friday. Rosalie was looking forward to two days off. There was a movie on Netflix she’d been planning to see. Her bathroom needed some painting. She had been thinking of getting a cat.  As she sat, sipping coffee in the break room, eating her jalapeno tuna fish sandwich, her phone rang. Irritated, she checked the number. Her friends all knew better than to call her during work hours. But this was Celia, her next-door neighbor. They weren’t especially close, but they did enjoy each other’s company. They had started a garden on the apartment building’s rooftop. And Celia had a key to Rosalie’s apartment in case of emergencies. “What’s up?” Rosalie asked. “I got invited on a camping picnic. Two guys from my hometown visiting for the weekend. But I don’t feel comfortable being the only girl. Would you be interested in joining us?” Rosalie thought about it. A picnic sounded fun. “Where? And what’s a camping picnic?” “Carmichael Beach. A camping picnic means no tents, no sleeping bags, no fishing, no living off the land. We take some blankets, some already prepared food. We eat. We get drunk. We fall asleep on the beach. You in?” “I’m at work. If you can wait until I get off, then I’ll go.” “Fabulous,” Celia said. “And you don’t have to hurry. We’re still getting ready.” “Grab anything you need from my apartment. I’ve got some old blankets and some Spam and tuna and rum.” “Perfect. See you in few hours.” Rosalie went through the rest of her shift in a slight haze, already thinking about the trip to the lake. She hadn’t been on a picnic in ages. One of the customers threw a little fit right before closing time because he wasn’t allowed to enter the store without a mask. Instead of arguing, they just locked the door early and shut down. Rosalie got home fifteen minutes earlier than usual. She changed out of her work clothes, packed a backpack with some necessities, and jumped in Celia’s car. And they were on the road ten seconds later. “So, who are these guys?” Rosalie asked. “Old boyfriends?” “No. Friends of my brothers. When I was a teenager, I had giant crushes on both of them. But I was just the pesky little sister of Frank. But now I’m living in the big city and once or twice a year, these guys come out for some fun and girls and maybe a little business.” “So, this is a summer holiday trip?” “Exactly,” Celia said. “And you’re not hooking up with either one?” “No… but…” “Yes?” Rosalie asked. “Is there one you’re interested in?” “I’m still interested in both of them. Either one of those boys can have me with a snap of his finger. I’ve been too shy to encourage them. But if, by some miracle, you see me trying to get close to one of them, I would appreciate it if you would distract the other.” “Distract how?” Celia laughed. “That’s up to you. And it goes both ways. If one of them attracts you, go for it. I won’t be jealous. They’ve had lots of girls. Lots and lots of girls. Even close friends of mine. And neither will be sticking around afterward. They’ll go back home and I’ll stay here. No point in being jealous. But if you’re not interested like that, then just talk about music or movies or something.” “Maybe I should know their names first.” “Maybe so,” she said. “Jason and Charles. Jason is the one with the military buzzcut. Charles shaves his head.” Celia told a few stories about the two men as they drove out of the city. And Rosalie talked about her own past boyfriends. And as they got to know each other finally, after being neighbors for over a year, Rosalie felt herself relax from the tension of the day, all her work anxieties draining away. By the time they arrived at the lake, Rosalie was already feeling as rested and refreshed as though she’d al

A Girls’ lunch leads to an orgasmic co-ed game night.By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Explicit Novels.    After everyone had their fill of pizza and sodas, It began to dawn on several of them just how exhausted their college lab had left them. When Rebecca said goodnight to the last couple girls, she collapsed on the sofa and woke up when the sunrise burst into her 7th floor condo windows. She was high above the treeline, so it was just past 6am. The last thing she recalled from the evening before, was Bethany mentioning she needed to get to the bookstore before it closed at 8pm. Elizabeth drove her back to campus.“Damn! I slept 10 hours!” She made a stop in the bathroom, then went to the kitchen to make herself an omelet. As she waited on breakfast, she checked her phone. There was a text, from Erica, inviting her to join a  private Facebook group with her summer school classmates from last night. That’s when she realized she was now part of a very special group of dear friends. Clicking through, she joined and then dished up her breakfast and coffee. As she ate, she noticed there was already an active thread on the group page, started by Malcolm. He thanked everyone for making this summer class so rewarding, and made a particular expression of his appreciation to Rebecca for the great hospitality at her home.Rebecca posted a ‘heart’ on his comment, and noticed it already had 7 ‘Likes’.  Then she noticed she had 11 friend requests. Yep, all of her classmates were ahead of her. Having confirmed all of them, she returned to the group posts and noticed Devon just posted  his own expression of deep gratitude, and hoped they would all stay in touch, at least for the summer.That’s when Rebecca  decided she had a unique opportunity, because of the great condo she had all to herself. She clicked on Bethany’s profile and saw her latest post. It was published just 3 minutes ago.   Flipping to her Messenger app, she called Bethany, hoping to talk.After just one ring, Bethany’s voiced cheerfully greeted; “Rebecca! How are you?”Hi, Bethany. Oh, I can’t believe I slept 10 hours!  But I feel great! Did I call too early?“No, I have to train at 6am, with the volleyball team.” Bethany assured her. “Are you sore, too, girl?”“Oh, good! It’s not just me.” Rebecca chuckled. “If an athlete like you is hurting from a workout, I feel like I’m in good company.”“Oh, yeah, I have some of that, but mostly I feel very stretched out by a certain somebody’s scepter.”“Ah, yeah. Devon was your lab partner. So sorry for your pain.” Rebecca consoled.“Hell, girl! Don’t feel too sorry for me. I’ll take this agony any day, if it comes with the kind of bliss I felt yesterday afternoon.” Bethany gushed.“That good, huh?  Well, let me tell you why I called.” Rebeca changed the topic. “First, thanks so much for our help with the impromptu gathering. You’re so easy to work with, and I can tell you really enjoy it.”“Oh, thanks. Yes, my mother trained me to do hospitality well, it’s sort of a matriarchal tradition in our family. I’d be happy to do it again.” Beth offered.“You were reading my mind, girl.” Rebecca was relieved. “I sorta think we should talk about that. Are you free to come by sometime soon? I can feed you lunch?”“Well, I have a lot on my plate, today, but I think I can swing by after our finals, next Monday; say, around 12:30?”“Oh, goody! Let’s do this!”  Should we include anyone else?” Rebecca wanted to be considerate.“Well;” Beth paused. “I’d really like to have a lunch with all the girls, but It’s not my place to impose on you.”“Oh, duh! Why didn’t I think of that?” Rebecca slapped her forehead. “I’ll reach out to the other 4 girls, but I’ll have to apologize for the short notice. I better get right on it. Bye!”“12:30, Monday. Bye!” Bethany said and hung up

Moving Day based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. I have always moved every couple of years, from place to place, town to town.  I never can seem to stay in one place for very long, it’s not that I’m on the run, I just think that I get bored.  Well this last move was probably my best move ever.  I rented a nice two story home with a fireplace and an extra-large bathroom with a whirlpool spa.  I couldn’t wait to move in, my girlfriend decided she would come over the weekend before to help me clean the apartment and pack.  I wanted to show Alison the new place so we headed over there after we did a little packing.  Ali was impressed by the new place, although it was empty inside, it felt very warm and comfortable.  I showed Alison the house, room by room, the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom, every room seemed a little nicer than the last room.  When we got to the kitchen, it was nicely laid out with the island in the middle and then a step down into a breakfast nook.  The nook was nestled behind some large-paned windows which seemed to light up the room,   Ali took off her light spring jacket, made her way into the nook and started to strip.  She laid down on the linoleum and slowly slid the pants down her shapely legs, until she completely her pants got caught in her high heels.  She laughed and then with a sheepish smile, “can you give me a hand with these, please?”  I took the pant legs and gave them a yank and the pants came free.   There she was, sitting on the cold floor, no furniture in site and no curtains to shield us from the neighbors prying eyes.  She was a truly beautiful sight, I laughed and told her, we better go before someone sees us.  “You are a worry wart, so what if someone sees us, come here and take me; now”  I knew she meant business and when she raised her voice like that, I better obey, or I would hear about it.  I went over to her and laid down next to her, I planted a kiss on her lips gently, I tenderly  pushed her down on the linoleum floor and kissed her passionately.  She kissed back just as passionately, moaning as my hands started to move down her side to her hips.  She parted her legs even further, almost begging me to play with her.  My light tender touch on her thighs started to slide down her legs until I couldn’t reach down any longer.  I didn’t want to stop kissing her, but I also didn’t want to stop trailing my hands down her legs.  I moved away from her mouth and slid my hand all the way down to her ankles, gently caressing the outside of her legs.  I slid my hand to the inside of her ankle and slowly and very gently I traced my hands up the inside of her legs.  I was lightly touching her, slowly sliding my hand up the inside of her calf, then to her knee.  She was moaning with each tender inch that I traveled up the insides of her leg.  The inner thigh was tender to the touch, I felt her breath begin to quicken when I got closer to the tip of her legs.  I could almost feel the heat emanating from her panties.  I brushed my thumb across her crotch and felt that her panties were absolutely soaking wet.  I traveled over to her other leg and slowly slid my hand down her inner thigh.  Slowly tracing the well-developed muscles in her legs as my hand works its way down to the inside of her calf.  When I got to her ankle, she grabbed my head and it to her mouth, she planted a very urgent kiss on me.  She nibbled on my lip and she said in a breathy tone, “Please baby, touch me.”  I can’t resist such an urgent plea, I slid my hand slowly up her leg, she grabbed my hand and moved it quicker to her panties.  She pulled them aside and I traced her lips with my finger.  She just about exploded there on the floor, moaning and trembling as my fingers explored her.  When I put my finger at her entrance and slowly slid it inside of her, s

Lick Me based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. It was a long day at work, frustrating and annoying, absolutely loved the fact that it was over. I was ready for my 20 minute ride home, and watching some TV to try to relax, then bed. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect what happened next. When I arrived home, there was already a car in my driveway, one that I did not recognize. I pulled in behind the vehicle and went and looked inside to see if I recognized it, but nothing looked familiar. I went to the door to my house and it was unlocked. I went inside and smelled food cooking, a dinner table with two plates, some candles and two wine glasses and a folded piece of paper at the center of one of the plates. When I opened the paper, I saw two words, "dessert first!" I looked around the room, there on the wall, another note. I opened it, two more words; "come now; " I went down the hallway, and in front of the closed bathroom door, another note, "enter me!" I opened the door and was greeted to an incredible sight, Alison, one of the salespeople at my work, completely naked, covered in some kind of white liquid. On her body, just two words, "lick me!" I have never thought anything would ever happen with Allison, she was gorgeous, and I, well; I'm not. No thoughts ever entered my mind, she was way out of my league. Everyone at work wanted her, but to my knowledge, she never gave anyone a shot. I snapped back in to the moment once Allison looked at me and said, "kiss me!" I did not delay and I approached her and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her to me. My lips pressed against hers as both of us opened our lips to let the other one in. Her hand reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in deeper to our kiss. I broke our kiss long enough to say, "are you sure?" She looked at me and smiled, "sorry, I was tired of waiting for you to make a move!" She said, "I've been into you for a while, you were just too dumb to realize it." I pulled her close and kissed her hard, passionate and our bodies merged, coating my clothes with whatever this white substance was. She broke the kiss, and she whispered softly in my ear, "dessert first!" She grabbed my hand and slid it between us, and down between her legs. My fingers slid easily between her legs and between the folds of her womanhood. She moaned in my ear, "about time, I've wanted this for a very long time." I bent my head down and kissed her neck as my fingers opened her and dove inside of her. I moved lower to the top of her chest and tasted the white substance, it was whipped topping, lots of it. I tasted the fluffy substance along with her skin. I was intoxicated, and I wanted more of her. My hands moved over her mound, and inserted my finger inside. Taking time to tease her, stroke her button, until I hear her moan again. Then I slid another finger inside, playing in her wetness, making her breathing erratic. She was enjoying my fingers, and I was enjoying the fact that I could give her this kind of pleasure to her. She pushed my hand away and told me to "come now; " And encouraged me to follow her into my bedroom. I followed her naked body, watching as her backside moved away. Her fine naked ass looked incredible as she jumped into my bed and laid down on her back. Allison motioned for me to come join her and I fought the urge to run and jump on top of her. Instead I casually walked over and sat down next to her sexy body. I touched her body as I stuck my finger in the creamy white stuff that covered her. I slid my hands over her body, paying close attention to her breasts, everything but her nipples. My hands fully coated in whipped cream, she grabbed my wrists and pulled it towards her, licking my fingers clean, one by one. Then she grabbed two of my fingers and pulled my hand until two of my fingers were all the way down. She about choked on my fingers, but she slid

Two after-parties ensue, with a bit more vulnerability. By zachattack163 and adapted for this platform. Listen to the ► Podcast At Steamy Stories. Erika had one last idea and since Malcolm was getting hard again, she got up & took him by the hand; “I’ve gotta try another position with you.” No one was using the table so she slid her ass up on the  edge. “I’ve always had this fantasy of sex in different settings.  Kitchen sex often stirs my kinky imagination.  Come here and try it with my ass on the edge of this table.  Malcolm had seen porn videos of kitchen sex and was thrilled with the idea.  He loved  getting to feel her tits in his chest and her tongue in his mouth while his cock was pumping madly into her pussy.  Erika felt the great chemistry she and the Irishman had.  She soon mounted her strongest orgasm yet. The culmination of which included her first experience of squirting. Two blasts of pussy fluids showered Malcolm’s balls in a shower which splattered to the tile floor.  The sensation of her hot fluids on his balls set him over the edge and he blasted his second load into her hot cunt. The two embraced while catching their breath.  Everyone in the class was now fully spent and enjoying a euphoria of sexual bliss. From behind the leather sofa, Mr. Garza discretely pulled his still very stiff cock from Mrs. Garza’s wet pussy and addressed the class from behind the sofa, “Well I hope you all enjoyed today’s lesson. This went better than we expected. Some of you tried multiple positions. Even positions we haven’t covered in this lesson.  Your sexuality, and your relationships, will be best if you never stop being creative, spontaneous, and giving. We’ll take up from here in our next session.” “Once you are properly recovered and all are dressed, you may be dismissed.“ Mrs Garza added. “We will have one more session in this course, and then you all will be all done with us. All of you are doing extremely well. We hope the class has been both helpful and pleasurable for all of you. Please remember our confidentiality pledge. Unless there is some grave violation of the rules, you’re not in any danger of failing the course.” All the students looked up at their teachers, most of them still in a daze from what had just happened. Eventually, all the students disconnected from each other and put their clothes back on, and gathered their things. They waited until all the students were dressed, before heading out of the room. The professors overheard the group talk of grabbing a pizza, as they were all starving by now. Rebecca offered to order delivery, and have them all come to her apartment. That’s the last the professors heard, before the doors closed and locked. Faculty Party This left the two naked teachers all alone in the classroom again. Phoebe went over to her Antonio, and kissed him deeply, while reaching to find his firm cock pointed straight up between them. “Now,” Phoebe directed Antonio; “Why don’t you go sit on that chair, over there. Your hard cock felt so nice in me earlier, but now I want to ride that hard cock, for all my pleasure,” Phoebe told her husband. Antonio followed her directions and went and sat in the chair, waiting for his wife. She walked over, mesmerized by his hard cock throbbing in anticipation. Phoebe straddled his lap and slowly sunk down on his throbbing hard cock. Antonio moaned in pleasure, as he felt his wife’s tight pussy grip his over stimulated cock. “Oh my god, babe you are so hard right now. I can feel my pussy having to stretch more than normal, because you are so hard you feel a little bigger. Oh yeah I’m going to enjoy riding this,” She moaned to him, as she slid all the way down his cock. Phoebe started to ride Antonio’s rigid cock as he reached around to grab hold of her large ass. She started bouncing harder as he caressed her ass. She knew it wouldn’t be long until she had an orgasm after watching th