This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 and over. ***** They couldn't let Hayley go without introducing her to their old friend O.J. Once the initial shock had run its course, she quickly warmed to the idea of being nailed pussy-to-pussy to a hot little blonde by a foot or so of rigid black plastic. Because it was Beck who was chosen to i...
Author's Note: This is the eighth chapter to the "true" story of Xena and Gabrielle. You will find this section extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been...
Chapter 5: The Deflowering of Samantha and Joan Now that Debbie and her daughters Janet, Joan and Samantha had settled in the Chinese whore house of Singapore, the main establishment of the Organization, the group that had kidnapped them in their home in South England, spirited them away to Morocco then sent them to Singapore; it was time to breed the two y...
Meanwhile at home, Ben's friends had to drag him out because he was missing Laura so much he didn't feel like doing anything. Joe took him to a strip club and he just sat there. After a while they went and shot some pool and drank a few beers at Duggan's Irish Pub then Joe took Ben back to his house and called it a night. Ben drifted off to sleep holding Lau...
I'd like to thank Matt Moreu for cleaning up the rough spots and making it easier to read. * All right I admit I fucked up big this time. It wasn't intentional or planned, but in the eyes of my wife Carol, it didn't make any difference. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time sent my marriage into a downward death spiral the only problem now being Carol...
After the girls left and Bobby had grilled two tenderloins to perfection, she mounted him again in the hope he would last long enough to satisfy her properly. Hope gave way to frustration when the outcome was no different than the previous tries. If any good came from the curtailed sex it was in the process of feeding him yet another mixed cocktail of his cr...
"What do you mean you weren't born in Chicago?" "What do you mean, what do I mean; I mean I wasn't born in Chicago, I was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan," I said trying not to laugh at my wife's obvious distress over something as trivial as my birth place. "Why, what difference does it make?" "Steve, it makes all the difference in the world," she said ang...
It has been one hell of a journey and I want to thank everyone for their voices, both supportive and not. I ended up combining some of the later parts on my outline to bring the word and page count up to what I feel is an acceptable level. This means that there is this chapter and one remaining. As my first submission to Literotica I cannot be happier with...
This chapter took a while. I had to do more research than I normally do in order to get the mindset and flavor right for WWI. It was not a pretty war. Although dear readers you won't receive this for a few days, I finished it on Veterans Day. My partner, a Marine (as there is no such thing as an ex-marine), has been very good in helping me work through some...
Note: Just like everyone to know, I'm chugging along just fine. The end is in sight. Starting now, the countdown to Chapter 20 is on! Oh boy, just wait until you see the conclusion for this story! *** King Reynar Lobare stood silently by his desk, his attention directed solely on the long, thin box on his desk. He reached out with a finger and caressed the...