"Come here, Maddy!" whispered Carly as she was washing dishes in front of her kitchen window. "Hurry! You have to see this!" Madison was barely 18 and spent a lot of time helping out in the home of her older, single-mom sister. She sensed the urgency of her Carly's voice and frowned curiously as she walked over from the refrigerator. "What?" "Look out the...
Gray was aware of other females gathering as he lapped so willingly at Madam Brownlea's moist arousal while she sighed and held his head close to her sex. His humiliation was brought to a peak as he thought about exactly where he was; though many of the features had changed this was where he had been master over all who had resided there. Now, in this mascul...
Janette stood there; numb, unable to move or think straight. "Um, it's nice to meet you." She nodded politely to the man who Melissa's arms were possessively wrapped around. She forced herself to smile as convincingly as she could in a desperate effort to mask anything on her face that might betray her utter humiliation at that moment. Melissa looked at he...
It was Thursday evening and Vickie added something to her normal regiment. She did school work first, correcting papers, planning classes and then went through a rigorous workout. She finished drying off her tight body after a hot shower and slipped into a robe. Vickie next went to her closet and prepared her wardrobe for the following day. Normally, she wou...
A stereotypical black on blonde gang-bang. I hope you enjoy the story. I might be in for some flak for this from the usual suspects, but ... Feedback via public comments below, PM on Lit, or email is fine. If you want a response, email is best. Please forgive any errors that are likely here. GA - Antigua, Guatemala. 10th May 2012. * They were in the wr...
Chapter Three: Brace Yourself Classes had gone predictably poorly for me that Monday. I spent most of my time trying to make sure that my mouth was closed, afraid to open up and reveal to the others that I had been suited with braces over the weekend. In many ways it was an easy feat to accomplish; I didn't have many friends and none to speak of that wou...
This series is the follow up to my earlier series "College Crossdressing Confessions." My wife forced me to make those confessions detailing my shameful addiction to wearing panties, pantyhose, and other girly intimates, and my panty pilfering ways in college. While I was making confessions to the public for the first time, my wife has generally been aware o...
Stacey's walk back to the bunkhouse was slow. She was reeling in thought as well as babying her ankle. She had decided to go without the crutch. As much as she enjoyed all the girly frolicking, she was also passionate about cheer, and really wanted to get back in the routines. She had no watch or phone, but assumed it was late, probably close to the ten o'cl...
OK, so this is number two in my 69 Love Stories series. That is my audacious and insane plan to write a story inspired by each song on the Magnetic Fields' brilliant 69 Love Songs album. These are going to be a little short and a little rough. Longer, more elaborate, stories are in the works. This particular one is an attempt at the old Manic Pixie Dream Gi...
The carnival sprang up like an exotic weed overnight at the edge of town, while the good folks of Zachariah were sleeping. The tiers of its brightly hued tents crept up right between the rusty water tower and the long-abandoned grain silo of Banter's Farm. In the chill hours before dawn, up went the symmetrical mechanical glory of the Ferris wheel, the daunt...