Thanks to the knee doctor for editing help and medical tech support. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. I hate my life. My wife is a shrew and my daughter is her clone. My son was so disgusted with my refusal to deal with any of it, that he left home as soon as he was eighteen. He knew what was going on, and wanted no part of it. My daughter knew what h...
Author's note: This story is finished, and the plan is for chapters to post on every Tuesday and Friday until the story is complete, though that's variable because of Lit's queue. **** Rodney stood at the top of the stairs, listening for hints that anyone was still awake in the house. After a few minutes, he was sure that his parents and sister were all ou...
This story will be more meaningful if you first read 'Taken...on a 7 Days, 8 Lays Cruise' and 'Taken...& Pleasured at Nudist Resort'. * * * * * Having a few concerns that Claire, Kirsty and Tegan might be uncomfortable being asked to trade a one-week holiday each year for sexual favours, I broached the subject with them one day over a Sunday lunch. I need...
**** Final score This chapter involves 18-year-old Megan and her 42-year-old mother, Karen, plus Megan's black-bred cousins, Chelsea, 18, and Jennifer, 22, along with their similarly pregnant mother, Katie, 40, (Karen's sister and Megan's aunt). Eight different but ultimately related events are described in subtitled sections. The chapter picks up wher...
There is no sex in this story Sorry Thanks to the hip and knee doctor for editing assistance. I knew that things were going to be different as soon as I started my new school. I was born and raised in Philly and moving an hour away from the city would definitely take some adjustment. By adjustment, that meant that I had to learn to live with it. I kept...
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
Call me Ishmael. No, I ain't after no damn white whale. My parents just had literary pretensions and a warped sense of humor. What I was hunting after last night though, was feminine companionship for the evening. A month of no nookie and I was horny as hell and determined to get laid even if I had to pay for it. I knew that with the temperature down arou...
Hi everyone! Nina here. I received some great positive feedback on the first part of my story. I recommend reading the first part before reading this. All of this is true and I did my best to capture my thoughts and recap the events to the best of my abilities. I hope you enjoy! Part 3 coming soon! My name is Nina and I am 27 years old. I am born and raise...
It was mid-1950s America. It was Mrs Reilly's house- one of the finest in Brewer, Minnesota- on a sunny afternoon. Under the chandelier, below the big oil canvas of naughty Cupid being spanked by Venus, in front of an audience of well-attired ladies smoking cigarettes and shrouded in their perfumes, and schoolgirls excited to be witness, the drama was now re...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Shit smell. The worst. A rotting brown outhouse in a deep shade glen. A man stepped out just as a young woman approached. "Jesus John! What the fuck! Oh my God!" she said, turning her head away from the ungodly odor, her body nearly dry-heaving at the insult. "Whiskey and hotdog...