She was bored. Her team had performed well enough that no one had suspected she was a one-man band but not well enough to get the plaudits she craved. Part of the problem had been her other cravings, mostly for the cock attached to her former subordinate-turned-equal. He'd gotten a little too big for his boots recently as men are wont to do when you give t...
My wife's first Christmas party with her new employers was looming and she was worried. It was fancy dress and the theme was vicars and tarts. She told me she didn't feel too comfortable dressing like a tart in front of people she had barely got to know yet, so I gallantly offered to go as a tart leaving her free to attend dressed as a vicar. That did it, sh...
Dogging is a predominantly British activity that involves outdoor exhibitionism in car-parks, wooded areas and the like. The term dogging originated in the early Seventies to describe men who spied on couples having sex outdoors. These men often said that they were "taking their dogs for a walk" as far as their wives were concerned, and would 'dog' the coupl...
This story is dedicated to the real Penny who requested it, inspired it and helped to shape it. The people and events portrayed, however, are the product of the authors' imagination. ************************* Most women have a secret indulgence: chocolate, maybe, or shoes; jewellery for some, soap operas or magazines for others. Penny's indulgence was ling...
"She found them -- saw they'd been heavily spermed. I was in a bit of trouble. Megan made me wash them. You hadn't half unloaded in them, Dave. Thought you said you'd come inside Jenny just before. Didn't look much like it, not having to rub it off into the soapy water." "Was she cross? Jenny was." "Sexual relations have not resumed and... Oh, so Jenny too...
(This is my third story for Literotica) * Here I am. I am the 9 Stone Cum Queen. My cunt is tighter than your wife's. I am five foot six. That's the perfect weight for my height, a doctor told me. I'm a good height for the average man. When I'm wearing heels and I bend over a table I find my cunt is at just the right height for the average man to slid...
The penultimate fling As luck would have it, I managed to wangle a half day to myself before Marilyn was due to set off on her mission to trace her ancestors in Brighton. She was happy enough to spend time with us at home in the evening, sharing meals and watching television, bucolic walks along the riverbank and mini trips to the local villages. But furthe...
You should probably read part I before reading this story. In part I, James and Oliver had played a game with the blindfolded Claire (James's wife) which led to them having a brief threesome. Thereafter, Oliver and James agreed that they should try to do a repeat performance with Sue. The opportunity arises when James travels down to visit his friends two da...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school for the daughters of rather well off parents. I teach a final year class of eighteen to nearly nineteen year old girls, all seeming to want to outdo each other in showing off their wares in the shortest skirts and the tightest, thinnest blouses scho...
Being of a certain age I have fond memories of holidays in Butlin's Holiday Camps. The camps sprang up in the u.k. during the 50s and had their heyday in the 60s and 70s. The entertainment was organised by Redcoats who wore red blazers with white shirts/blouses and white trousers (men) and white pleated skirts (girls). The girls were always fun loving and...