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

Julie’s Conference Fantasy

Woman on business trip lives a fantasy.

By Silver Sea. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I was finally settled into my room at the Marriott. The flight was typical, the hotel a hotel. I still wasn't sure if the following week would be of any value. I wrestled with how I could better have argued my case not to attend this conference as I settled onto the bed and opened the paperback I had purchased while waiting for my flight. I probably wouldn't get past the first few pages knowing my travels that day had depleted most of my energy.

Sure enough a few paragraphs in and my eyes got heavy and my mind began to wander. I flipped off the light, set the book on my night table and set my mind free.

Suddenly, without warning, he popped into my mind, as he often does when I am nodding off. My body stirred as this fantasy man entered my mind. I could not now escape him or the story I created and refined with each of his visits. His face flashed into my mind. It wasn't the face of any particular person. It was a blend of faces, models in magazines I had recently flipped through, that cute guy standing on the corner yesterday when I turned right on a red-light, a hunk or two that had approached me at bars in the course of my life. His body I constructed in much the same way; bodies from magazines, the gym, the beach and a portions of a lover or two I had known. It was a dangerous place that place between consciousness and sleep. ...I am already in his arms and floating around the luxurious king size bed with him. He is kissing my partially clad body and caressing the rest. I hold him, kiss him when I can, I feel a stirring throughout my body ...wait is that sensation in my dream or is it my conscious self that is reacting... he always knows where to touch me at the right moments.. my hand is resting next to my breast, just on the other side of my flannel pj's... I move my thumb a little and I feel my nipple respond... as his... my hand cups my... breast and firmly holds onto it... I watch my navel appear as his head moves south along my torso and he leaves trails of moisture where his warm tongue touches me. His chin brushes against the tuft of hair that defines the path he will follow to my desire.

Morning arrived all too quickly. My feet dragged. My visitor had left his telltale stickiness on my thighs. It felt good in some ways, not so good in others. I think it would only have felt better had my visitor been real flesh and blood... and of course still holding me at this very moment. I felt my way around the room. No good music on the radio. It took forever for the water to get warm in the shower. And what should I wear. Business casual I guess. It's always safest until I know how the rest of the conference attendees are dressing.

Ever punctual, there were only a few other people in the room when I arrived. Jim somebody welcomed me and introduced himself as the workshop coordinator. Oh yeah, not really a conference, it was more of a workshop, an education opportunity was how Chuck my boss had referred to it.. I looked around and selected a seat near the middle of the room, but a little closer to the front and on the perimeter so I could easily scan the room if I was bored. To minimize distractions I also put my back to the door so I wouldn't be tempted to follow people with my gaze as they came and went. A coffee and a muffin, a few more arrivals and I sat down where I had dropped my things. The buzz in the room was slowly growing. When someone would sit at my table I would politely nod and continue appearing to be interested in the welcome material we had received. People were chatting about all sorts of nothings as my mind wondered to places elsewhere....work that awaited me at the office... clothes for my son... what is he doing right now???

My mind returned to the conference room quickly. Why? What had brought me back? A brief silence then women chatting. Women almost giggling. I looked at a few woman across the room and noticed their quick glances and peering that bordered on stares. I turned my head following their sight lines. There he was. My visitor. My fantasy man. Well, not exactly, but the closest thing to him I had ever seen. Yeah OK so the looks were ther...

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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...