Chapter 5 LAURA AND GWEN MEET AFTER PRACTICE The cheerleaders practiced Monday and Wednesday. On Friday, they ran thru routines for the Saturday's football season opener. Monday's practice was particularly gurgling, The five member team worked overtime to perfect a new pyramid to replace the uninspiring two on top of two holding Laura overhead horizontall...
Author's note: This is my 25th submission to Literotica.com. Special thanks to my fans who have written in to comment on my stories, especially those who are on my newsletter mailing list. You give me the drive and the inspiration to write about sex and I appreciate your support. EroticaSeanStyle, the God of Erotic Writing They were eating each other’s pus...
At the station we were met by a chauffeuse with a card saying 'Emm and Angie', so there was no doubt about who she was waiting for. She eyed Angie up, as Angie stared at her; this was going to be fun. Angie and Emm held hands in the car. They quite clearly wanted to devour each other, and I felt as out of place as the shy one at some orgy. We swept into th...
-Salem, Massachusetts, autumn 1691- --Author's note: this story was inspired by my recent research into the Salem witch trials of 1692, and one author's observation of the sexual undertones in the accounts of witchcraft: "pricking", arched backs, moaning, etc. So I decided to spin this concept into an erotic story of women-loving-women. I plan to write seve...
"You've never been with another woman?" She was young, with big brown eyes; fine, blonde hair; pale, sleek skin; buoyant, bouncy boobs; a narrow waist; a firm, round ass; and long, shapely legs. She wasn't just my kind of girl; she was a dream girl. "Nope, nor have I ever been—or would I ever want to be—with a man." "How old are you?" It would be just my...
Samantha was a hot, five and a half foot tall eastern European bombshell, svelte, sexy and prone to dressing in the most scandalous clothing she could find. Whether it was a cultural thing or not, clad in jeans so tight you could see the lack of panty line, everybody who met her could not help staring for a few minutes. Her typical top consisted of what look...
Put one in her pussy and one in her ass... Set it to medium...... We're playing one of our favorite new games: "Sophie Says". Sophie is our neighbor to the rear. We met her a few months ago. She used to be shy and repressed, but we've brought her along. Now, she's quite aggressive. Sometimes, she, Holly, and I will play a game where I fuck Holly in front of...
Authoress note: Saga learned a new phrase from me the other day: "Chit-chat" she got this thoughtful look on her face after I explained it (by not explaining it, she always has wikipedia open when I'm around), then boldly suggested we replace the 'h' in 'Chit' with 'l', and asked if I wanted to do some 'clit-chat.' You should have seen how bright red her f...
I'm not really sure how this happened! Having been to a lot of parties in my life I seem to find myself on all sorts of e-mail invite lists and I am constantly deleting invites from my inbox. This invite though seemed like something completely different, something exciting and something I just couldn't miss out on. The idea of an all female sex party had alw...
The shape of her face was never as important to me as when I couldn't see it anymore. The distance between her eyes, the prominence of her nose, the smoothness of her cheek, the contour and colour of her lips. The lips I had to stop myself reaching out to touch with my fingertips as she was talking; and the eyes I lost myself in so many times, seeing all of...