PreMed Sex Tutoring

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11/12/24 • 20 min

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PreMed Sex Tutoring

Her professor tutors her with an unscheduled ‘lab’ session.

by FatherMarin. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Unlike most of her professors, Dr. Redding spoke with enthusiasm. He was clearly passionate about the subject material, and enthusiastic about sharing his knowledge with his freshman class. Just how enthusiastic he could be was something she would come to learn in short order. For now, as the professor lectured, her face remained down while she doodled, one hand covering her brow like a visor. It was all she could do to tune him out. That, and the growing wetness between her legs.

"As you progress through the program and eventually into your residency, you'll become accustomed to patients being nervous, or shy, just as you'll become accustomed to your own nervousness. My advice is to not stress about this process, and to just let things happen naturally. Any questions?"

She hadn't been paying attention to the lecture or the time. Thank god, she thought, her face flush with embarrassment as she rose to leave the class.

"Excuse me, would you remain a moment?"

She turned to the professor before glancing around as her other classmates filed out of the room. "Me?" she asked.

"Yes, if you don't mind?"

"Well, I have work right after this, and it's getting late; " She looked outside, the sun having nearly set.

"I couldn't help but notice you were distracted today," Redding said as the last student filed out of the room. This was the last class of the evening, she knew, and soon they would be alone as most of the students left for home or the bar.

"Oh. Maybe. Sorry," she said.

"A lot of students find it hard to adjust at the start of the year. I like to make sure they know I'm available and willing to help with anything that comes up, or with any needs that may arise. How have you been adjusting?" Redding walked around and casually closed the door at the back of the room before returning to his desk at the front, leaning against the front of it and crossing his arms. His slacks seemed to pull taught against his muscular thighs. The bulge in his pants was noticeable. She swallowed, again that wetness between her legs apparent.

"Fine. No issues, really. Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all. You have a 4 point O this quarter. Normally you're pretty attentive, but today you hardly looked up once. I thought to check in with you since we're half-way through the quarter already. How are you finding the material?"

They'd been studying reproductive systems, and in truth, much of it was new to her. She'd come from a conservative household and a private Catholic school, and neither had ever taught her anything much about how her own body worked, or sex, or what to do with herself when she'd felt aroused, except that anything outside of marriage; even masturbation; was a sin. It was no wonder that when she began to notice Redding she had a hard time focusing.

"It's; fine," she said, fidgeting nervously in her chair. She looked up at him, at his broad chest and handsome features: his 2-day stubbled chin, blue eyes, shaggy hair. He looked like someone from a shampoo commercial. The front of his shirt was tucked casually into his pants, belt slightly askance as he shifted position, ankles uncrossing and crossing again.

Suddenly aware that her nipples were pressing prominently against her blouse, she pushed her chest forward, unaware of the motion until she made it.

"I don't have a lot of, um; I mean with the material, I don't; I haven't; " she trailed off, catching herself again glancing toward the bulge in his pants before looking quickly away. Was it growing?

"You're a virgin, aren't you? Not much in the way of sex ed either, I take it?"

She gasped, blushed, felt the heat rise quickly in her chest and throat and, yes, between her legs.

"Don't worry," Redding said, uncrossing his arms and gripping the edge of the desk as he leaned back. "It's just as I said in class: you have to get used to these things, get comfortable talking about sex and bodies and vaginas and erections and ejaculation. If you're not comfortable, then your patients aren't going to be comfortable. As doctors, it's our job to put them at ease."

Redding spoke matter-of-factly, casual, as if he were discussing what to have for dinner. His candor helped put h...

PreMed Sex Tutoring

Her professor tutors her with an unscheduled ‘lab’ session.

by FatherMarin. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

She hadn't been paying attention to the lecture or the time. Thank god, she thought, her face flush with embarrassment as she rose to leave the class.

"Excuse me, would you remain a moment?"

She turned to the professor before glancing around as her other classmates filed out of the room. "Me?" she asked.

"Yes, if you don't mind?"

"Well, I have work right after this, and it's getting late; " She looked outside, the sun having nearly set.

"Oh. Maybe. Sorry," she said.

"Fine. No issues, really. Is there something wrong?"

Suddenly aware that her nipples were pressing prominently against her blouse, she pushed her chest forward, unaware of the motion until she made it.

"I don't have a lot of, um; I mean with the material, I don't; I haven't; " she trailed off, catching herself again glancing toward the bulge in his pants before looking quickly away. Was it growing?

"You're a virgin, aren't you? Not much in the way of sex ed either, I take it?"

She gasped, blushed, felt the heat rise quickly in her chest and throat and, yes, between her legs.

Redding spoke matter-of-factly, casual, as if he were discussing what to have for dinner. His candor helped put h...

Previous Episode

A King and His Five Queens: Part 2

Sacking the Palace.

By wolvie19. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

King Boroth at War

“King Boroth, we were able to hold off the Spartans on the Eastern borders another day. And they have borne significant losses. They will not march further without reinforcements; this should give us some time to strengthen our guards.” Said the Commander of the Andburn armies.

“Do you not know anything about the Spartans? They will not turn back, they will not wait for reinforcements, the best we can hope for is our troops will slow down. What about the south?

“Prince Icarus’ troops are at the southern gates, they have setup camp there, but their army is quite small. They don’t seem to have plans to attack the city.”

“Perhaps they are waiting for the Spartans to reach the eastern gates, that gives us a few days. We need to negotiate a deal with the Consentians, tell them we are willing to give them full access to the west river, for them to join the war with us, and if they win, half access to the west river.”

“My King, the east river is the smallest one, perhaps a better offer would help them sway,” said the minster of external affairs.

“Those buffoons have been dying of thirst, if the news spreads their Prince rejected our offer their troops will rebel, easy to crush.” The king said in arrogance. “How are the negotiations going with Queen Yadwika?”

“My King, she is not willing to enter the war for us. She does not feel it is her war. However, she has offered to provide refuge to Princess Lyssa, at the condition that Princess Lyssa accepts priesthood of their religion and promise to dedicate her life towards spreading their religion.”

“That religious whore! Well, I cannot risk the life of my last living heir. Tell Yadwika we are willing to accept their proposal, send Princess Lyssa to Trusa. Once I win this war, I will crush those religious nuts as well fuck her in the balcony of her temple. Send our strongest legions to the east at once. We will choke the Spartans in the eastern valley. The Spartans cannot be beaten in open fields, but they do not know mountain warfare. Send a legion to guard the southern gate. And some of our best warriors to escort Princess Lyssa to Trusa. Long Live Andburn!”

“Long Live Andburn!” everyone said as they dispersed.

King Boroth’s Bedchamber

That night King Boroth was sipping wine in his royal chambers with his wife.

“My king are you not worried?” asked the queen.

“I am not worried; I have set my traps. The Spartans will never cross the Eastern Valley. They will try and try and eventually stop. Their numbers won’t make a difference. Tomorrow when I hear the news of our victory on the east, Icarus’ troops will get their last opportunity to join us or be crushed.”

“As you say my King. Come to bed, you shall need all the rest for tomorrow.”

“I don’t need rest, what I need is my cock being sucked.”

“Of course, my king,” the queen said as she reached out to lower the trousers of the king.

“Not by you tonight. I am going to war tomorrow; I need to feel young. I can’t feel young fucking you. Bring in your maids, all of them, I will pick them myself.”

The queen was both insulted and ashamed. However, she had to follow the order of the king and brought called for all five of her chamber maids.

Queen’s maids were young and beautiful, each one of a different hair, skin and body. But each one of prettier than the other. All five of them entered the king’s chamber. The king went to them as they stood in a line, touching their breasts and butts, examining them.

He stepped back, “You blonde, and you with the silver hair. You both will suck my cock and lick my balls. And you, red, I want to suck your titties. The rest of you, finger fuck the queen and suck her tits. If I don’t hear the Queen moan, I will send you as gifts to my soldiers.

The women took of their robes and as instructed by the king began their tasks. The king dropped on his bed as he started kissing and groping the redhead, while the other two maids pulled his trousers down and started sucking his balls.

The queen meanwhile was getting her vagina licked by one maid and tits licked and squeezed by another. The king was so immersed in his drunken orgy he was oblivious to some faint screams in the distance.

One by one, he continued ravishing every young maid and fucking them any way he wanted. The queen noticed...

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The Tribe

Hardcore sex in the Jungle.

by Tommy8305. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

A tribe of scantily glad, statuesque, women are out in the jungle hunting cock!

Unlike other local tribes the warriors are white with the exception of the leader and a couple of the girls who have darker, olive coloured skin.

Having lured him into a trap they snare a Tarzan like figure. He is dressed in just a loincloth, is really well built and muscular. It takes 4 or 5 of the warriors to wrestle him to the ground.

As he is pinned to the floor a couple of the girls are already grabbing the front of his loincloth, checking out his equipment!

Once they have him tied up they march him back to their camp, which is in a small clearing in the jungle and as night falls it is time for fun by the campfire!

They are keen to assess his 'potential' so they have him standing with his hands tied behind his back around a large wooden pole driven into the ground, in the open space in the centre of the village. The prisoner is at one side of the space and the Queen of the tribe's 'throne' is on the other side of the space, directly opposite the prisoner. The scantily clad warriors are sat around in a semi circle fanning out from the throne.

The space is illuminated by a number of small fires burning around the perimeter. Their light creates an eerie yet warm glow.

The Queen walks slowly into the circle and goes across to the throne. Laya is stunning; she's a tall, athletic type, with long legs and slender thighs that are topped by a short animal-skin skirt. Her long dark hair is tied back in a tail. She is buxom and her top barely contains her ample breasts. Either the cool night air or the anticipation of what might be to come has made her nipples hard and push up against the soft material of her top.

She sits down and crosses her legs showing off her slender thighs. She stares at Tarzan's loincloth wondering whether what lies beneath will please or disappoint.

Tarzan stares back wondering whether he will get to feel those thighs around his waist whilst he pleasures her pussy! He feels the blood start to surge into his cock.

A short command from Laya brings Tarzan back to his senses and causes one of the olive skinned warriors to rise up from the her position in the semi circle and move toward Tarzan.

Ona is slightly shorter than most of the other warriors. Nonetheless she has ample breasts and long dark hair like Laya.

As she stands a few feet away she stares into Tarzan's eyes as she takes off her short, little skirt. Then in just an animal skin, bikini like outfit she starts a slow, erotic dance as the tribe start to clap and chant rhythmically!

As she gyrates around in front of him she slides her hands up and down her body, occasionally stroking her ample breasts through her taught little top. At other times she runs her long slender fingers across the front of her knickers provocatively.

It is not long then before the warriors see the first signs of a bulge in the front of Tarzan's loincloth.

Encouraged by his response, Ona slowly removes her top and her ample breasts spill out. Her nipples are long and hard and the dark circles around the base are so swollen they distort the perfect shape of her tits. As she continues her dance she massages her tits and the long hard nipples poke between her fingers.

Now her hands slide down to her hips. Slowly, as she continues to gyrate, she hooks her thumbs into the waist of her knickers and as she slides them down over her slender hips her dark bush is gradually revealed. Despite it being thick and curly, Tarzan can just make out her perfect peach-shaped pussy and can see that her clit is hard and swollen.

Instinctively he runs his tongue around his lips as he imagines flicking it across her magic button!

She moves towards him thrusting her pussy at the bulge in his loincloth and gyrating against his hardness. Tarzan thrusts his hips at her and they both imagine his cock in her pussy!

As she dances up close to him now she slowly turns, bends slightly forward and pushes her pert little arse against his growing bulge. Again he thrusts at her and as he looks down he visualises splitting her big round cheeks with his co...