I could taste an exciting blend of scented soap and Lynda as I wiggled the tip of my tongue in her asshole. A clean asshole is a wonderful thing to tongue. I know it is called "rimming", but I don't "rim". I tongue fuck. As I moved in and out, Lynda began to wiggle her butt. I dragged the flat of my tongue up and down her crack and penetrated her asshole a c...
This is the tale of a witness to the events chronicled in the tale of Miss Pepperidge, parts one and two. It occurred in the world of Templeton College, so compellingly described by Charles Petersunn. This tale is told with the approval and support of author Petersunn. == == == == == == == == == == Mai Corn stumbled a little as she walked from her plain-si...
This story is based upon real events in 1975. Jean pounded on the steering wheel of her old Rambler sedan, "Shit, shit, shit!" Her heart was pounding after skidding into a water-filled ditch. She tried hitting the gas, but the tires just spun. Torrential rain beat on the car and obscured her view of the desolate country road. A large tree branch slammed in...
Suzie was in just a bit of a pickle. She was locked out of her room with only the skimpiest of towels to cover her. There was no way back in as the door had closed behind her with a very firm click indeed. The key was on the inside on the table just where she had put it when she had first come into her hotel bedroom.. How had it happened? How had she been...
I am still enjoying my affair with young Clayton. Yes, he still comes to me at least once each week with his beautiful young body and his raging erection. Almost every Saturday morning he comes to my house and I take him to my bed where we intertwine and enjoy one another -- and have great sex. Each day I think about having him come to my bedroom. Sometimes...
Author's note: I've changed the names of the actual people and places for everyone's protection, and I've been deliberately vague about a few dates. You'll soon understand why that is necessary. Not everyone believes in the incredible power of real love, and that's likely the reason so many settle instead for so much less. If the people who work with me figu...
Right from the start, I want to say I think any man in a relationship has, among other fantasies, the desire to have other men see his wife or girlfriend nude. I don't know where this comes from, but I think it applies to all guys. My guy, my husband, Ian, is a college professor, has all the right political opinions, would never discriminate against a woman...
Prologue Rosehip has flown to Greece to meet her E-Mail friend George. After the fascinating and electrifying sex that she was seeking, George suggests that she spend the rest of her vacations lodging with him. While staying at his apartment she meets Elena, his housekeeper, and Rosehips suspects, also his lover. This part two might be more fun to read if...
"Pete! Over here!" Walking through the crowded mall food court, Pete looked over his shoulder and spotted his childhood friend Chelsea, a short woman with deep black hair, standing on a chair at a table she shared with two others and waving her arms in the air. "There you are," he said as he walked over to her table and greeted her with a friendly embrace...
Soon after I submitted the third Ferry Tale to Literotica, Pushpa, from the second tale, visited again, with a charming, tender adventure to record. There had been no time on her previous visit to relate this, her second, story, which dated from after the first. Naturally, there were preliminaries. For example, I had a yen to watch her ejaculate while just...