Britney Foxx and Grace Ruuthouse awoke early. Deciding to make breakfast for everyone seemed like a logical peace offering. Considering Britney's Mom had found out about much of the crazy goings on within the Foxx household. Including touchy subjects such as Britney and her Father having sex. There was so much she didn't know yet. The day was young. Scrambl...
I was never a fan of men in Speedos when I went to the beach, not exactly sure why but perhaps it was the side peeks you would get as they moved, seeing the pubic hair sticking out from along the edges, but it was just never appealing by far, and my husband knew it, he knew I didn't prefer them, and in public no less. "Why the fuck are you wearing those?" I...
I don't know if it's a myth or has a scientific basis but in Sociology 101 in college I, Derick Dawson, studied the unusual incidence of albinism in Hopi Indians (I've been told by the indigenous people I know that they like to be called Indians not Native Americans so that's what I'll use despite the possibility of offending some people). According to the m...
Like a scene out of a movie Britney Fox led her friends toward the local Fire Station. Each of them wore the same outfit consisting of tight white stretchy shorts and cut off pink t-shirts. Beneath their clothing were matching bikini's. Due to their public carwash for the school they kept things a little more concealed until the time was right. At Brit's d...
Keith Foxx had made love to Mary Ruuthouse for nearly three hours. Choosing to educate the Mennonite beauty of all that her beliefs had denied her. Every possible position Keith could recall he introduced her to. Breathlessly she accepted her fate with a gracious starvation of welcomed knowledge. For Mary her past life had faded away for these three hours....
12:45 PM It had been three days. Three whole days since my little..."encounter" with Chloe Moretz. It was crazy; since I left her house after the fucking I had given her, she hadn't called, texted or even try to contact me in any way. The last time I saw Chloe, she told me that if I fucked her good enough, I could keep my job, and I'd say I really did more...
You can't believe how lucky you are. You are walking up to the door of Chloe Moretz's house, and the sounds of a party are thundering from behind it. Today is Chloe's 18th birthday, and you managed to get an invitation. About a year ago you were an extra in a movie Chloe was starring in, and you must have made an impression on her, or else she just invited e...
A BMW Z4 draws attention. Put that car on I-95 above Washington, even more. Have it going somewhere close to 98 mph, yes indeed. Now, imagine that a twenty year old model was behind the wheel. I have your attention? Anyone? Well, in the words of Carmella Cimarossa, "You haven't heard anything yet." It began the night before. Not the road race to New York b...
This is my final story on Literotica. All characters participating in sex are at least eighteen years old. *** Tears streamed from Rachel Fisher's normally twinkling blue eyes and rolled down her flawless skin as she viewed the troubling text message on her cell phone. Her mind blazed angrily, as she dashed through the halls of Hayward High School, sendin...
Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please stop reading. If you do continue to re...