Friends, Romans, Countrymen: The Origins Of Steak And Blowjob Day

Friends, Romans, Countrymen: The Origins Of Steak And Blowjob Day
taken from a forum post by TrenAman


The exact origins of Steak and Blowjob Day are not exactly known to many, but there are many scholars who claim the holiday was originally created by the Romans to celebrate the harvest of beef and was set coincide with a full moon.

Archaeologists have found ancient scrolls that describe the primitive traditions of the day we now refer to as Steak and Blowjob Day. Many believe the Romans declared the holiday as a day of relaxation, it is rumoured that the Roman Empire fell because of too much steak and too much blowjob during one Steak and Blowjob Day gone wrong.

Lakeside Lust

Lakeside Lust
by Jonathan Eddington



"No peeking" Ruby warned, as she turned away and began to remove her clothes.

"I won't" promised Stuart, though if things went as he hoped, he would get plenty of chances to catch a glimpse or two as the afternoon went on.

With her hands on her bra clasp Ruby checked over her shoulder. True to his word Stuart was looking in the opposite direction. Mixed in with the relief, a small part of her was disappointed. Did he not find her attractive? She had been sure that asking her to model for his photography assignment was just an excuse to get her alone so he could make a move on her.

In his mind Stuart pictured Ruby slowly and sensuously stripping for him. Coyly she turned with an arm across her impressive breasts, and a hand covering her modesty below. She gazed straight into his eyes, smiled, and presented herself to him in her full naked glory. Her eyes ran down his body stopping at his bulging crotch. Slowly she walked towards him and...

Virgin Vacation (second excerpt)

Virgin Vacation (second excerpt)
by Jonathan Eddington

Tanya, an eighteen year old virgin, is on a family holiday with her parents friends and their daughter. Dawn has had plenty of experience with boys, and took Tanya into town to check out the local talent. In the centre they met a group of boys and agreed to go for an eventful walk with three of them. Later that night they meet the guys again in a local family dance hall, and decided to find somewhere more private.

We head out the main hall, past the bar, and, whilst no one is looking, sneak down some roped off stairs. At the bottom is a short corridor with a door on each side. One is locked, but the other opens easily. Inside are a couple of sofas, coffee tables, a tv, cupboards, a sink, and a kettle.

"I worked here for a couple of weeks last year" explains Nosha.

Gav and Luke push one of the sofas against the door so we won't be disturbed, then turn off the main light. A low glow comes from the strip light under the top cupboards. It is very dark, but we can all just about make out each other. I'm not sure I want to do anything with the others here though, and sit down on the other sofa on the opposite side of the room.

"So Nosha," says Dawn, "seeing how you found us this place. What do you want to do with me?"

"Taste your pussy!" he drools, and in the near blackness I can just about see him push her down onto the sofa in front of the door and bury his head between Dawn's legs. He makes lapping and slurping sounds, and she moans in pleasure.

Todge turns my head to him and kisses me. I close my eyes and think only of him. His hand moves from my cheek to my breast and he gives it a squeeze. A light moan escapes from me as he moves his hand down, over my belly, to my shorts.

"May I?" Todge whispers in my ear.

"May you what?"

"Touch you. Taste you..."

My pussy tingles at the thought and I breathily agree. He struggles with the button, so I open it for him. The zip he can manage. Slowly he slips his hand inside, and finds my pussy, wet and waiting. Again I kiss him, hungry for more.

Looking across I struggle to make out Luke licking and sucking on Dawns exposed breasts. Nosha is bobbing his head up and down between her legs, and Gav has his cock in his hand and is wanking quite quickly. None of them are looking towards me, so I lift by bum, push down my shorts and bikini bottoms, and slip them off.

It feels so naughty to be sat half naked in front of the others. I spread my legs and feel my pussy. It's soaking. Todge smiles, kisses me deeply, then kneels in front of me and runs his hands up my thighs.

Creamed

Creamed
by Jonathan Eddington



"Go on," Sue giggled, "do it."

"Are you sure?" Jack panted.

"Yeah. Just don't get it in my hair" she added as she brushed it away from her face.

"You two are crazy" Pete murmured at this unexpected turn of events.

"Yeah, you'll never catch me doing that" agreed Alice, yet the sparkle in her eyes hinted otherwise.

"Go on mate" shouted Mark. "Do it!"

"Ready?" grunted Jack as he gazed at Sue's open mouth, his arm almost a blur he was shaking it so fast.

Before Sue could answer, a thick stream of creamy white shot up her chin, over her nose, and narrowly avoided her eye. Jack held steady for a second burst, this time only getting her neck and chin. The third and final spurt bounced off her extended tongue and deep inside her mouth. Sue deftly caught a precariously hanging drip, then swallowed.

"Oh wow" gasped Sue, carefully wiping away a blob that was sliding towards her eye. "That was not what I expected" she laughed.

"I'm sorry" Jack grimaced. "It was harder to aim than I thought..."

"Never mind that," said Pete, "What about the rest of the bet?"

New Year Excitement

New Year Excitement
by Jonathan Eddington



"Shall we?" you ask with a saucy smile and a raised eyebrow.

"You weren't joking then?" I reply, my balls tingling with anticipation.

"No," you grin as you check no one is watching us, "so come on as we don't have long."

Initially I had not been looking forward to this New Year’s Eve party at your best friend Julie’s house. I quickly changed my mind during the taxi ride over. Loudly you proclaimed you intended to suck me off at the party, and wear my cum on your face till the following morning. The driver briefly swerved as he turned to look at you, so instead cast furtive glances in his mirror at the tight, short, black Lycra dress that clung to your every curve. His eyes flicked between your impressive cleavage and your obvious lack of any underwear. No doubt he would not forget you in a hurry.

Swiftly we move through the other party goers and head out into the garden. As we round the corner we see another couple enjoying more than the beautifully lit trees and flowers. I recognise Andy and Victoria from the introductions earlier, though at that point he did not have a hand up her skirt as he sucked on her nipple, and she did not have his cock out while slowly rubbing his shaft.

I am about to back away when Andy looks right at you and smiles. Still fingering Victoria he motions to her to look our way.

“Ooh!” she gasps, her eyes wide with excitement at our presence, then drops to her knees and takes his stiff cock in her mouth.

My own cock is straining in my pants, already eager for you to fulfil your earlier promise, and even more so with this free sex show in front of us. You rub your body against my side as your hand pops a shirt button and strokes my chest and you raise a leg and brush your thigh against my crotch.

“Want to cum on my face in front of them?” you purr then nibble my ear as your hand slides down to my pants.

Saturday Shorts: Suzy And Dave

Saturday Shorts: Suzy And Dave
by Jonathan Eddington



Dave could not help but giggle as he watched through the key hole of the storage cupboard he was hiding in. In the middle of the corridor in front of him various teachers and students knelt down to try and pick up the coins he had glued to the floor. Most made it look like they had dropped something and were bending to pick it up, or that they had stopped to do their laces. Others were more brazen, but no one could pull them free. As the number of people using the corridor died down, Dave struggled not to be heard sniggering as their attempts to free the coins became more frantic. A girl hacked at them with one of her high heels, until the heel snapped off. One guy tried to kick them free, and almost fell on his back. Another got down on his hands and knees and was trying to bite them off, but still they remained stuck fast.

Eventually the corridor was silent. Dave had almost left the cupboard when Suzy appeared. Sashaying around the corner, tottering on her heels, but so engrossed in her phone, she did not she him duck back inside. Safe again, he watched her swaying hips and the way her short plaid skirt lifted slightly with each step. Oh for a gust of wind!

A glint from the coins caught Suzy's eye, and she stopped. Dave held his breath as she glanced down at them, then up and down the now empty corridor. As she bent over, her body side on to him, her skirt rose revealing the firm toned curve of her butt cheek. Higher still it slid until almost her entire buttock was bared. Dave gazed in awe. From where he was hid it looked like she was not wearing any underwear. If only she was bent over with her back to him.

Things That Go Hump In The Night

Things That Go Hump In The Night
by Jonathan Eddington



"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alison whimpered as they walked up the long, tree covered drive to the incredibly old mansion.

"It does look rather dark and gloomy," Reed sighed, "and that's before we even get inside."

Underfoot the gravel crunched as the five college friends continued towards the dark, foreboding entrance that loomed like a cavernous open mouth. The fading light glinted on the two upper windows over front door, like watching eyes, adding to the growing sense of unease. A chill passed through them, and a deep sigh seemed to come from the building as the ivy flapped up and slowly dropped back on the ancient stonework, almost like it took a breath. As they grew closer, it's imposing shadow seemed to rise up and cover them, and everything around them.

"It looks like a giant lying down facing us" murmured Ben. "Like his arms disappear off round the sides behind the trees, and are going to surround us..."

"And we're going to be pulled into his gaping mouth and eaten" Jess gasped.

"Oh come on!" admonished Reed. "I bet it's lovely inside. After all they wouldn't be renting rooms if it was a monster house that ate everyone. They'd soon run out of guests."

Beth smiled to herself. She had felt drawn to Ickwell Manor ever since she had found a picture of it online, as though some part of her belonged there. Thankfully it was now open as a hotel, with all it's Edwardian splendour faithfully preserved. It had not taken much to convince the others to spend Halloween there. Just a dare really for the guys, and the chance to have sex in a four poster bed for the girls.

Now they were here, Beth's sense of belonging was growing intensely, along with a strange sense of familiarity.

"No signal" Ben groaned as he checked his phone. "I hope they have Wi-Fi."

"I'm surprised they have electricity" said Reed as a light flicked on over the imposing doorway.

With a loud groaning creak the imposing door opened causing the group to stop in their tracks. Blackness loomed inside, and for a moment no one moved. Suddenly a figure appeared in darkness. Several of the group gasped, then sighed in relief as the little old lady came into the light.

"Come in, come in" the old lady cackled and beckoned them in. "You'll get cold and it's lovely and warm inside."

Beth moved first into the inky blackness and felt the welcoming warmth enfold her. Dimly at first she made out another large closed door a few feet in front of her as the old lady lit a few candles. The heat vanished as the others crowded into the vestibule, almost like someone had been holding her in a warm embrace then broke away.

"Sorry, but light bulbs keep blowing and the candles blow out when I open the door" the old lady explained. "Let me sign you all in, then I'll show you too your rooms."



Later, after a large supper in the ornate dining room, Ben had announced that he and Alison were going to see just how strong their huge bed was. Alison had playfully gone to slap him when he scooped her up in his arms to giggles from the others and carried her away. Not long after, Jess and Reed made their excuses and left Beth on her own in the large drawing room.

Even while they had been talking Beth's eyes had been drawn to a painting of a young well dressed man that hung over the fireplace. She walked over and read the name, Henry Ickwell, 1906. As Beth looked up at his face the rest of the room seemed to dim.

"Home" came a low breathy voice from all around her.

Strangely Beth found this intensely reassuring and reached up to touch the painting.

"Please don't touch the paintings miss" came the voice of the old lady from the doorway. "It costs a lot to clean them."

"I'm sorry" Beth said as she turned to her. "Who was he?"

"Henry built the manor as a wedding present for his fiancée, Bess. But she disappeared on a hunting trip a few days before. He spent the following year trying to find her before developing a fever and passing away."

"Oh how horrible! But at least he's at peace now."

"Not if the legend is too be believed. There have been several sightings over the years of a ghostly figure roaming the fields and woods around here."

"Bess" came the low breathy voice again. "Home."

"And in here?" Beth asked, noting the old lady seemed oblivious to the ghostly voice.

"Not that I know of" the old lady answered.

Was Beth hearing Henry's ghost, and if so, why her and not the old lady? She would have to wait until morning now to ask the others if they had noticed anything. In a way she hoped they had not, as that would make her special somehow. But then they may make fun of her.

"Ah ok. Well thanks for the info. I'm going to head up now. G'nite."