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 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
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
(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
Chapter Eleven”Hold still, Lindsay. I’m going to fuck you now.” He got into position and lined his erection up with her pussy. Bent over the bed in an obscene, unladylike position, Lindsay’s legs were widespread as she glanced back over her shoulder with a desperate, clouded haze in her eyes.”Yes, please! Yes, please fuck me
Chapter 3: Professor XXXI got up late the next morning. I texted Julie and we met up. First, we got breakfast together and then decided to spend the morning seeing the city.Harper texted us with the address and said to meet at 3PM. Julie and I made our way over.Harper greeted us at the door
(This would be the third part in the series starring the friend I call Angel. I wrote about her in the first article called “Ode to an Angel”. The second story “Angel Time” I wrote about a wonderful lap dance I received from her. The first was an article about respecting those who engage in
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Where we last left off. I had 4 giant, delicious, glorious black hands deep in my not so tight asshole. I had had multiple sissygasm’s already and my body was trembling with pleasure. I could feel all my Master’s flexing their hands inside my asshole.My Owner, the one I call Daddy and who originally bought
This story continues from My Girlfriend’s Dirty Past, Part 3, and should be read first.What a session that had been!We all decided that we all really needed a shower, so we got some clothes on, collected our towels and washbags and wandered off down the hill to the shower stalls. We emerged a while later
All characters are 18+ yrs of age.I would like to thank my editor P_Anderer for all of his wisdom and expertise, in helping me prepare this story for Literotica readers. These subsequent episodes are based on real life experiences, but have also been embellished.~ ~ ~This was day two of my ten-day stay with Danny.We
Part 4. More extreme group sex and a memorable road trip.Over the next few months, Angie received countless offers of work. Her videos were proving extremely popular and she was receiving offers of work daily. She took a few of the offers but was declining more than she was accepting. Most of the offers she
Dawn looked out her window side seat at the crystal blue waters of the Mediterranean and smiled. Her and Jack were minutes away from landing in Nice to catch their week-long cruise aboard the Cruise X brand new ship. This cruise had been hyped up to the couple on previous Euro trip and they were
1″So how’s the hunting going?” My wife asked.”I think I have a few candidates. I hope to bring one home tonight. I think you’ll like her. She’s packing and her front has grown in nicely.””I hope you didn’t try her out without me. You know the rules.””Don’t worry, babe. I just had a drink and
I stood outside the doorway, listening to the loud, pounding music. Boisterous laughter and singing heralded the party within. My blonde hair was loose.I was wearing leggings and a T-shirt, nothing special, but then, I expected my clothes to get ruined.”This is insane,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re not really going to do this.”How