Summer laid on her bed. She was only three days past her high school graduation but already feeling the boredom from summer creep in. It was a rainy day, and none of her friends were around to hang out. Her parents were gone, and no one else was in the house. As she laid in bed, her skirt gently slid down her legs. Suddenly the mood struck her. As one hand...
In the late nineties Jacki May Cotter began working as school Nurse at Mount Hope Catholic High School For Boys in Woodbridge, Michigan. It was a small private school with a strong academic standing and a well-funded sports program. Football, swimming, and gymnastics being their leaders. It was not unusual for women to hold teaching, administrative, and staf...
The note I left at the end of the last chapter seems to have been misinterpreted by many readers. I'm not playing manipulative games, being rude, or holding readers to ransom. I made the mistake of letting my enthusiasm get the better of me and posted Chapter 01 before the story was complete. Many years ago I used to write on another amateur site where posti...
"I think we are getting stale." That assessment was offered by Julia Franklin, one of the four wives sitting on her patio and enjoying a pitcher of margaritas on a late spring afternoon. "Is that a personal statement or a broad statement covering all of us?" Tina Atwater asked in response. "Well. it is mostly personal but I think it might also apply to all...
This continues the story of Jo, a teacher from Northern England and 7 of her final year students, on a short break in Amsterdam. All the participants are 18 or over. ***** Jo and Arabella almost fell into the taxi that took her back to the latter girls flat, after their impromptu spectacle in a sex club. They felt pummelled into submission, aching all over...
Day Eleven: Showers The next morning passed without incident, though at slopping-out we heard some sort of fracas, out of sight round a corner of the corridor. Our shaves passed Raymond's inspection, and breakfast and lunch came and went without further announcements or hostility. As Showers approached I grew nervous and excited, all the suppressed sexual t...
I hate accountancy. Why I ever chose to study it I don't know – yes I do; because my father is an accountant, and since he pays the piper – that's me – I have to play the tune he demands. Well, I didn't have to, but I opted for a quiet life. You know, I don't think that those destined to be accountants ever have dreams about sexy naked girls. I'm sure they...
Part I As Kevin pulled his car to a stop in front of Laurie's sister's house, he asked, "Is that Michelle's truck?" Laurie shook her head and said, "Nope. It's her husband's." "The cop?" Kevin said "That's him," Laurie said as she giggled. "Don't worry. He won't be a problem." Kevin hesitated before he opened his door and followed Laurie across Mich...
The hunting and foraging parties that we formed are not absolute; they are not set in stone. It's not uncommon for someone to join a group or decline to go on a hunting and foraging party, especially if someone joins the party. In fact, if our smokehouse is full of meat then no one goes out hunting. The scheduled group just goes out to collect firewood or di...
This is my first submission to Literotica and I hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it. I'm looking forward to comments. I realize that in the real world Trish's submission would have taken much longer. There are no real animals depicted, All action is between human adults. A good friend of mine is very much into canine role playing and this stor...