This is a high school story, but everyone involved with sexual activity is 18 years old or older. ——————— Matt was an immature kid. Held back a grade twice in school over the years, he was now an eighteen-year-old sophomore in high school, and his brain hadn't yet caught up to his body in age. Coddled by his divorced mother, who still thought of him as a l...
Chapter 12. Marina Marina and I began our last college semester as a committed couple. We lived together. Early that spring semester I had an important swim meet at a college just forty miles away so most of us drove to the site. With very few exceptions college swim meets do not attract much of a crowd so it was easy for me to spot Marina in the stands of...
Freedom Summer, they called it, the summer when three civil rights workers were murdered by a mob of Ku Klux Klansmen. It was the summer after The Beatles splashed on to the American cultural scene and the summer of the '64 New York World's Fair. It was the summer when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution, and and the summer before Lyndon Johnson's...
I would like to thank our fellow Literoticans who helped Kelly and I decide what to do when we went to Montreal and those who gave constructive feedback to my first story. This is sort of a continuation of the first story, but I do not feel it is necessary to read it to (hopefully) enjoy this one. If you wish to read it, you can find it in the "Loving Wives"...
Keely and Phil had never had rich and powerful friends but the friends they did have were warm and generous people who would always share what little they did have. One such friend had a small cabin in a national park in America and being unable through ill health to visit it this year Keely and Phil were given the chance to spend two weeks there. Keely and...
"Ready?" If ever a woman looked ready, Natalie did. Pierre's cock was twitching under his shorts. Her white satin crop top, open in the middle, was fastened together with three gold chains across her cleavage, the white satin curving over two lovely rounds of breast. Below that, her creamy skin shone down to her navel with its little stud sparkling in the c...
Author's Note: Hey everyone, I have a new story today. I might end up being extremely busy over the coming weeks or months, as such the amount of time I can spend writing may be limited. On another note, please read and enjoy, don't forget to drop a comment and rate. Also, if anyone is familiar with my work, they know I love futanari, and believe me... it's...
When her black boyfriend two-timed her, my wife married me on the rebound. Suddenly he was back and as horny for her as ever and it looked like even I couldn't stop him from having his way with her. ***** Some might find me a wimp and some might say I should "man up" but the story I want to write here excites me too much. It also disgusts me as I don't fee...
Chapter 1 "Kevin, Mrs. Giuliani is here to see you," Leah, the pretty blonde secretary, said, shielding her headset microphone with her hand. Kevin stood up, brushing out the wrinkles in his suit, and took a deep breath. "Good luck," the petite woman said as he passed, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up on her nose. He grew even more nervous. Things had b...
Don't you just hate fetishes? I know I do. Being a slave to what you like and practically creaming your pants in the presence of this fetish. To give some context to my suffering, my name is Kayle, I'm a Futanari, my balls are the size of oranges, and I LOVE being hit in them. But I hate having this fetish. Not for practical reasons, like worrying about per...