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Chapter 3: Now What?DISCLAIMERTHIS IS TO ALL OF YOU NUT-BAGS OUT THERE WHO THINK THIS IS REAL Y-O-U NEED TO GET A LIFE. THIS IS fantasy, A PLACE WHERE AUTHORS & READERS ALIKE CAN GET OFF ON EACH OTHER’S WORK. NOT A FACT FINDING MISSION BY “ARSE-HOLES” WHO ARE NOT EVEN BRAVE ENOUGH TO LEAVE
ThreesomeMy buddy and I shareDennis tells his side of the story.I was supposed to meet John at noon that Saturday morning at his house. He had asked for my help to repair some gutters that had pulled loose. I rang the doorbell and no one answered and thinking he was in the back yard I
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This is the second stop on my Tour of Literotica, where I plan to write something for every category. Currently, I have several pieces in the Erotic Couplings category, all part of my series called: Portmanteau.My first category was a visit to INCEST/TABOO with a twisted tale called: MY MOTHER’S WICKED GAMEWarning: That one is
I first saw her when her family moved in next door. I was four as was she. Even at four I was atracked to her. Two weeks later we were both enrolled in something call Head Start, I now know it was pre-school.We were seated beside each other, which made me happy. I learned her
My Holiday Treat, an MMF Threesome.My first time with two guys includes double penetration.It was the third time in two hours that he had fucked me. I had never experienced anything like it. It was part wonderful, part ridiculous, part degrading and part very risky. That is, fucking the twenty-one-year-old kid in my marital bed
Melissa enjoyed walking along the streams in the woods near her home. At eighteen years of age she’d realized that her climbing steep slopes and rock-hopping were good for both her health and her shape, being a girl of quite generous proportions, but not fat. She was a member of a competitive callisthenics club and
Hey guys, here’s Chapter 31! As always, this is a world without STI’s, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.-WittyStevenIt’s early afternoon on Sunday. I listen to music as I drive home from my golf game with Ken, the owner of the company I’m buying. My fingers tap on the
I couldn’t sleep without picturing the angry waves crashing on to the side of our ship. The image almost seemed romantic to me in a way. I laid in bed in my thin white night gown debating on going out there for myself to be with the water. Everyone else in my cabin was asleep
I had my first FMF threesome while traveling alone in Europe in my mid 20’s. I was on the all-night ferry from Brindisi, Italy to Athens Greece, when I noticed two attractive Australian women, around my age, drinking at the bar on the upper deck. I considered going over hoping for a chat as we
***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***To have something we rely on taken away from us is incredibly cruel, especially when that relieves pressure and delivers pleasure. Even with the mundane mechanics of ritualistic needs, things become difficult, and no more so right
After Sam and I had our first encounter with Sherita, I was anxious to do it again. Unfortunately, it was several weeks before the opportunity arose. Even then, making the arrangements was complicated. Several plans fell through due to scheduling conflicts, but finally, we settled on a night when we would all be free to
Many years ago, I was having sex with my girlfriend, Lynn. Lynn was the first woman I had ever eaten. I enjoyed making her squirm with my tongue. Bringing her to orgasm, or just to the brink and then filling her with my cock. One of my favorite positions for this was to lie on
It was the end of a long day of skiing, Sam’s legs were killing him, he was cold, wet, and ready to be back inside. The sky was gray, covered in clouds, and there were thin flurries as he stood at the top of the beginners run. He was alone, having wanted a solo run
I pulled into the parking lot still trying to wake up. I had been sleeping more than ever, but all of the fucking I had to do every day was taking its toll. Not that I minded though. I would sacrifice every second of sleep for what I was getting to experience. It had been
In my last memoir I mentioned my mania for sexy/beautiful clothes. I am a stone cold exhibitionist. I realize that a lot of women don’t like to be scoped out in the clothing stores or maybe they’re flattered but it only becomes a story to tell their husband.I, on the other hand, found their reconnaissance
The two boys were the only ones left at the nightclub celebrating Zack’s eighteenth birthday. They had not drunk as much as the others but were not totally sober. Zack had managed to get two dances with a very pretty girl but she had now disappeared. The commotion that started on the dance floor stopped
I was 18 years old when it happened. My first handjob. I was an A student and pretty much kept to myself. I had a few friends. But mostly all we did together was hang out and play video games.This did not exactly bring in the girls. I had made a few aborted attempts to
(Author’s note: If you haven’t read the previous chapters of “Frank & Cheryl” you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship.Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5′-11″ tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean
This story immediately follows on from episode 6. You could still probably enjoy this one without reading its prequel, though.Mrs Castlewick slumped back in the chair. Diana slumped to the floor, sweat beading on her forehead, her hands sticky with the juices from her headmistress’s pussy.”Thank you, Miss Mapleton,” she said after a moment. “That