Steamy-Stories

Penny and Raj bring Sheldon out into the World of Sex.

By baranbrat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

(This episode includes first time & group sex)

Raj & Penny shared two bottles of wine and commiserated over their disappointing love lives. The evening led to a bedroom romp with Sheldon hearing every sound from his bedroom. He complained to Amy, in an online chat, but he was clueless of just how smitten his libido was, and he was being further drawn in to the unfolding sex scene.

Raj scooted up on the bed and Penny rested her beautiful head on his dark skinned chest. He looked over in the mirror and he felt his cock stiffen again.

“What a sight to see, Penny’s flushed face & long straight flaxen blonde hair covered half of my bare bronzed chest,” Raj said proudly, as he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.

She smiled up at him and covered his mouth with her own and it was a tender kiss. Slowly tongues came out and danced from one mouth to the other. As the kiss grew more passionate, Penny’s hand drifted down and she gripped Raj’s cock in her long slim fingers. She stroked it up and down and when Raj rolled over on top of her she guided his thick, stiff cock to the entrance to her waiting pussy.

“Oh god, yes Raj, fuck my little pussy! Fuck it deep, yes, oh god yes, deeper, faster, faster. Oh my god you feel so fucking good in my cunt Raj!”

Raj picked up the pace and now totally buried in her tight pussy, he fought hard not to cum too soon in this incredible pussy. He changed pace and slid from up and down, to side to side and it brought Penny to yet another orgasm

Penny was constantly yelling out for Raj to fuck her harder and faster and Sheldon couldn’t take any more of that yelling. He climbed out his window onto the wide concrete ledge and over to Leonard’s window. He was about to knock on the pane of glass when he stopped and stared, open-mouthed, at the scene on Leonard’s bed. Suddenly as Penny rode cowgirl on Raj’s shaft, Sheldon felt a stirring in his loins and he could feel his long thick cock growing in his pajamas.

Raj had rolled Penny over and she was now on top of Raj’s dark muscular body. Her long slim thighs were clutching at his waist and she as she rose and fell, Sheldon’s watched from just next to the headboard, as Raj’s thick shiny, cum coated cock driving in and out of Penny’s foaming pussy.

Her eyes were closed as her large tits bounced and swayed up and down and from side to side. Sheldon let out a tiny gasp when he saw Raj’s hands come up and began to maul those two gorgeous mounds of flesh.

She was nearing yet another orgasm as her head tossed about, her long silky blonde hair flew about her upper body making her look ever-more desirable.

Without noticing what he was going, Sheldon’s cock had popped out of his pajama bottoms and was standing straight out. Kneeling tall, He continued to watch Penny and Raj fuck and his hand came down and began stroking his huge cock. His hand slid up and down at lightning speed as Penny slammed her lush body down faster and faster on Raj’s cock.

Suddenly Penny stiffened and she yelled out; Oh yes! Raj, fill my aching cunt with your cum, shoot it deep and fill my womb with your hot Indian cum!“

When Sheldon saw and heard this, he lost it too; and started shooting his heavy load all over Leonard’s bedroom window. He let out a loud deep grunt, and when he did, Penny and Raj quickly looked at the window.

Penny yelled out; “What the fuck, Sheldon!” She suddenly stopped talking when her eyes took in the huge piece of meat in Sheldon’s hand.“Get your ass in here, Sheldon! You could fall and kill yourself,” she ordered.

He was totally flustered, but managed to stuff his semi-erect cock back in his pajamas, and opening the window, climbed in and just stood there staring at the naked couple, still connected by Raj’s stiff pole,

“Uh sorry, Penny, but I never seen two people having coitus before.”

“My god, Sheldon, you just came all over the window watching Raj and me. Can’t you call it what it is, We were fucking! We’re going to start again and if you drop those pajama bottoms and come over here, maybe I’ll suck your cock while Raj fucks me again!”

“Oh no, Penny, I couldn’t do that!”

He ran to the door and opened it, but didn’t leave. He just stood there while Penny rolled halfway of...

You Snooze, You Lose! Mix long-time friends, a few drinks, and what do you get?

by rawallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I couldn’t believe it. How did I get into this? It sounded daring, forbidden, exciting even at the time. I wasn’t inexperienced, so when Tyrell suggested we go into the bedroom and have sex together, I agreed. Though in retrospect, the large glass of wine I had consumed had played a part too–it had really loosened me up. My inhibitions disappeared–my urge to receive sinful pleasure seemingly heightened. That it would involve three of us didn’t seem to register as a problem. In fact it was the opposite–I had never done kinky before.

After all, cock was cock wasn’t it? I enjoyed it–provided it wasn’t the hard-pounding crap as shown in porn. I trusted Cory and Tyrell as we had been friends for years and had gone skinny dipping together at night several times. Between boyfriends, I had made-out with both of them–at different times–never going any further than a little mutual groping. I’d never really gotten a good look at their packages in the dark while skinny-dipping–just hints of what I knew was there.

But what I had felt in my hand a few hours ago told me something I hadn’t known. Now, the events of the evening slowly unfolded in my mind as I slipped into my own bed with a knowing smile.

We sat watching a video, talking, and drinking as Tyrell had invited Cory and me over. He was pretty well along in his drinking considering the number of empty beer bottles sitting on the kitchen countertop when I arrived.

Tyrell sat looking at me, a goofy smile on his face, “When’s the last time you got laid girl?”

“I’m not telling you that,” I said laughing.

Though it got me to thinking it had been a while and the last masturbation session with my pillow hadn’t accomplished as much as I had hoped it would. In terms of lasting satisfaction it had hardly taken the edge off my craving.

Cory looked at me with a shrug, apparently wondering where this was going as he sipped his Coke. I patted his leg and gave it a few rubs to show him I understood.

“You’ve got protection with the pill–why don’t we get it on?” Tyrell offered with a slur in his voice.

I didn’t say ‘yes’ immediately. But, it got me thinking about it and well...it got me thinking harder about it. Then the damn tingle started right where I couldn’t easily ignore it–telling me it was a great idea. By that time Tyrell had taken the initiative and started rubbing my leg–it had an immediate effect as his fingers caressed the bared skin at my knee the crept up under my skirt. A slow burning fuse was lit and a minute later I gave him my reply.

“Okay, we can do it, just one of you at a time, no three-some shit,” I said with authority. The wine had made me overly confident and receptive. I remembered Cory looking at me as if I were some kind of alien creature as I squirmed on the sofa cushion. Though when I reached over to rub his leg he didn’t move away in revulsion. In fact, the smile that came to his face after a few seconds suggested something else.

Tyrell stood up, a little unsteady, and headed for the bedroom. I followed, with Cory trailing behind me. Tyrell went to the loveseat and sat down–bending over to untie his running shoes.

Then he sat back up–“Whoa! What ah! head rushh,” he slurred as he lay his head onto the high cushioned back of the loveseat and closed his eyes.

Cory looked at me, “Tahesha, do you really want to do this?”

“Sure, if you’ll do me first. I don’t think Tyrell will last long enough. Not with as much as he’s had to drink. I need a good fuck.”

“Do you have some lube?”

“Yes, why? I’ve never had a reason to use any.”

“Maybe you should wait to make up your mind if you really want us to do this,” he suggested cautiously.

“What? Don’t you want me? I thought white guys always wanted to screw any girl,” as we stepped closer to the bed.

“You’re one fine looking woman. Of course, I’ve thought about it,” he admitted quietly.

My fuzzy mind registered at least Cory was honest about it. I glanced to the other side of the bedroom where Tyrell was supposedly undressing–he was passed out–slumped down onto the loveseat, with his shoes still on.

I turned to look at Cory, “I’m horny beyond belief and my pussy is throbbing. It’s been months since the last time. You know I want this, or I wouldn’t have agreed to it. If I’m that attractive to you, there’s no reason for us not to,” I argued.

“Tell you what, let’s get undressed, and kiss a little. Then as we go along we’ll see where it goes.”

Unbuttoning my blouse, I...

Now for the really scary part

By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Layers Come Off

The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.

It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that’s how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders.

Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso.

She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn’t resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts.

Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out.

“That’s really nice,” she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way.

She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back.

She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes.

“What’s wrong, Josh?” she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist.

I gulped hard. “Nothing,” I managed to get out. “But if we don’t slow down, we’ll never make it into the shower.” She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her.

Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward.

It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast ...

Woman knocks on door of noisy neighbor to complain.

By JohnJohnson00. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Not too long ago, a young man moved into the flat next door. He seemed kind enough. He'd smile and say hello whenever he passed me in the hallway, and once he even helped me carry my groceries up to my flat when one of my shopping bags broke. That's when he introduced himself as Darren. He'd be a great neighbor if it weren't for his frequent sessions of passionate lovemaking. I never once saw his partner with him, but every other day, he'd make her shriek in pleasure for well over an hour. It was so distracting, especially since her sounds would make me so hot and bothered every time. I'm approaching my forties, and for a long time, I've been very happy without a partner.

One day, I'd decided I'd had enough, and knocked on his door to talk to him about the noise. I wasn't mad, more just tired and a little sexually frustrated.

He opened the door. "Oh hey, Mrs Brown. What's up?" he said, his welcoming smile becoming a concerned look, probably because of seeing my tired expression. I wasn't married, but I let him calling me 'Mrs' slid. I had more important things to talk about.

"Darren, hi. Umm... this isn't easy to say, and I don't want to seem... erm, like I'm over-reacting, but..." I wrapped my dressing gown tighter around myself and crossed my arms under my chest. "I've been hearing you and your girlfriend making love every couple of days and... well it's just too loud, really."

Darren's eyes widened slightly at the news, and his hand went to scratch the back of his head. "Ah right, sorry about that. I guess I have to be more careful whenever I bring girls over, now that I'm living in an apartment." Girls? Not girlfriend? So, he's just a playboy who goes from girl to girl? Or maybe they were all his girlfriends? The thought made me shiver.

I readjusted my gown again, catching his eyes dart to my cleavage before returning to my eyes. "Girls, right. Just, maybe go to their house from now on if you can." We made our brief goodbyes, and I went back to my room. I suppose it made sense that they were different girls. A young man who can make girls scream the way I've heard them scream would be out getting every girl he could.

What would I do if he decided he wanted me, too?

After the little talk I had with him, an entire week went by with no noise whatsoever. I was honestly quite surprised, and the peace was much appreciated. I did feel a little bad and hoped he was still... well... enjoying himself elsewhere. But then, on a Sunday morning, I woke up to the familiar sounds of another girl being ravished by Darren. This one in particular seemed especially... passionate, chanting and talking to him. "Oh, yes... You're so good... uh... How are you this good!?... Fuck..." Her excitement was rubbing off on me, and I started rubbing my thighs together to quell the desire between my legs.

Whoever he had in there this time, she must have been insatiable. They went at it for hours, through the morning into the early afternoon. It was too much. I had masturbated twice already, and I was still far too horny to function properly. Something had to be done. I really didn't want to have to do this while they were still going at it, but I threw on my dressing gown and slippers (I hadn't gotten dressed yet since I'd spent practically the whole morning in bed playing with myself) and went to knock on his door again.

The girl couldn't even bring herself to be silent, her moaning had stopped but I still heard her mewling for a while. I heard some scampering around, and then not too long later, Darren opened the door... wearing only his boxers.

"Mrs Brown, hey. Sorry, we're being too loud, aren't we?" My eyes hadn't moved to look away from his crotch since he started talking. The tip of his penis was hanging out the bottom of his boxers. He was huge! I mean, maybe I should have guessed that by now, and I knew he must have been bigger than average, but how could I have expected this size!? "Look, just let me erm... finish up back here and... err..." I tore my eyes up from his crotch to look at his face after he had trailed off. He was looking down to where I had been looking and he returned his gaze to my face. "Ah. Sorry, that happens a lot."

A wife surrenders her clothes during treasure hunt.

By sharedare. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

One of my hubby’s closest buddies had flown in from Phoenix to spend the weekend with us. Jay and Hubby had grown up together and, up until a few years ago, the two had always lived in the same neighborhood. Moving up the corporate ladder eventually required Jay to relocate to Arizona, but he and hubby had remained as close as ever.

It was Friday night, and the three of us were enjoying a casual evening of wine and conversation. As the night wore on, we somehow ended up talking about jewelry, and my desire to upgrade the diamond in my wedding ring. Hubby and I had often discussed the idea of upgrading to a full karat. Unfortunately, the price had always been more than we could reasonably afford. And so went the discussion that night, only this time it included Jay.

I had consumed just enough wine to make me a little goofy, so I wasn’t too surprised by myself when I remarked to hubby and Jay that I should work the streets for a day or two to raise money for my diamond. Both Jay and hubby were all for the idea, urging me to hop into a mini-skirt and get to work. Jay said I definitely had the body for it. We all laughed and soon the conversation turned to other topics.

The following day, hubby and Jay were up and out of the house early, heading downtown on what they described as a “secret mission”. Although they returned home about six hours later, they refused to divulge the purpose of their trip.

It seemed as though we were going to spend our Saturday night, as we had the previous night, sampling a new collection of California wines, feasting on barbecue, and otherwise enjoying the warm night air. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me, except that hubby wasn’t partaking in any wine, claiming that he had a slight upset stomach. I should have been more suspicious, especially since his upset stomach didn’t seem to affect his appetite for steak.

At about 10pm, having already consumed quite a few glasses of wine, Jay and hubby finally sprung their surprise on me. They said they had decided to split the cost of a one-karat diamond for me, but that I had to agree to play a little game in order to “win” my jewel. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I decided to hear them out on their plan.

Jay explained that he and hubby had purchased a gift card with which I could purchase my diamond. He went on to say that all I had to do was go on a treasure hunt to find four purple marbles.

Hubby chimed in and said that he and Jay had hidden the marbles in four separate locations, and that they would drive me to each location and tell me where to retrieve each marble.

Before I could ask what the catch was, Jay, an impish grin on his face, explained that I would be required to leave one article of clothing behind in exchange for each marble. He also said that, to play the game, I had to limit myself to only four pieces of clothing, not including my shoes. And my shoes, he explained, had to be the highest-heeled footwear I owned.

I continued sipping my wine as I considered the offer made by these two screwballs. I really didn’t mind Jay seeing me in my birthday suit, but I wasn’t sure just how adventurous this game was going to be. Neither hubby nor Jay would give me any clues on the locations of the marbles, but they did emphasize that if I didn’t retrieve all the marbles, or if I failed to leave an article of clothing at each discovery site, they would cash in the card and get their money back. In the end, the wine gave me the courage I needed to take them up on their dare.

After donning a t-shirt, gym shorts, and a pair of four-inch high-heeled black boots, we headed off to town (town, by the way, is Reno, Nevada). I demanded that no photos or video be taken. Reno is a small city and believe me, word gets around. I locked up their phones and mine in a small lock box and slid it under my front passenger seat. Jay sat in the back while hubby drove.

Our first destination was a Bartley Ranch Park on the south outskirts of town. It was fairly close to our neighborhood. As I peered out the window from my seat, I could see that the park was fairly well lighted, and only a few people seemed to be in the area. From the back seat, Jay handed me a 3X5 card that told me that I could find my first marble taped underneath the picnic table located under a gazebo, close to the river.

Looking across the park, I could see the river running along the opposite side of the park from the parking lot. Mustering up some courage, I opened the door and headed out across the grass. The pi...