Author's Note: This is another short story that I've written. With this story, I wrote this one back in 2010 and I pretty much left it alone. Today, during a session of "Spring cleaning", I had found this story on one of my old, unused floppy disks. Rather than let the story go to waste, I decided to submit it on Literotica. I just read the whole story agai...
Before the girls left Luvlee's with their eight teachers for the orgy they were going to have, Camilla put on the school-girl outfit she'd worn during her striptease to 'Gang-banged'; and Candice found a similar-looking school-girl outfit (like Camilla's, it wasn't her actual school uniform) from the change room at the back of the strip joint. The girls each...
Sure enough, tomorrow was exactly as it always had been. Athene was up at the crack of dawn and in full armor, ignoring the Argonian's spiteful words. "Ah, too bad. From the sounds of it, I thought you were being murdered up there." He hissed. Mercurio produced a flare of destruction from his palm, but Athene just smiled sweetly and continued on her way;...
Camilla had a very strange dream that morning as she lay naked on Mr. Langella's living room carpet, which was still stained with her copious come from the night before. Camilla and her mother, Collette, were in the living room of Collette's house, in the middle of a terrible argument. "No!" Camilla, naked, shouted. "I won't put my clothes on! I'll do what...
Camilla got home from Bates Massage around 11:30 PM and saw Candice, in an elegant black brassiere and matching panties, waiting for her on the living room sofa. "Really," Camilla said as she began stripping naked by the front door. "You should be a stripper, Candice. You have the body for it." "Really?" Candice asked, looking at herself front and back, wi...
As Camilla's unconscious body continued receiving gang-bangs from incubi in the Montreal aquarium, the spirits of Don, Agape, and Candice were discussing her somewhat improved situation in a mental conversation with Dr. Singh. Camilla's self-control right now is the best she's shown since her first year of marriage to Cameron, Don observed. There's been ver...
As she had done on previous nights recently, Camilla used Nigrovum to help her stay awake after having had very little sleep; wearing tiger-skin tights (without underwear), black high heels, and her usual harlot-bright makeup, she waited in front of Agape's house for Mr. Holland to pick her up in his car. It was about 4:45 AM when his car stopped at the cur...
Author's Note: This is another short story that I've written. With this story, I wrote this one back in 2010 and I pretty much left it alone. Today, during a session of "spring cleaning", I had found this story on one of my old, unused floppy disks. Rather than let the story go to waste, I decided to submit it. If you like to leave a comment, please do. I r...
Don Josiah, in a suit, was driving black-haired, black-eyed Camilla--who was wearing her green, flowery dress--back to his home after church that Sunday afternoon; he was thinking about the sermon, and she was thinking about his cock. "So, that's what an Anglican church service is like," he said as he parked at his home. They got out of the car. "That homil...
When Camilla returned home around lunchtime the next day, she saw Candice at her laptop, looking at pictures of nude Camilla on her new porn website. When Camilla came up behind Candice, Candice was looking at a picture of Camilla bent over with her legs spread wide open, her anus and vagina in clear view. Camilla (in the photo), looking upside down from bet...