(Another story about my wife Heather and a sequel to Seduced by the Game.) * Six months had passed since I lured my wife Heather into an incredible night of sex with our friends Larry and Kath. I had hoped it would become a regular thing and perhaps if Larry had stayed around it would have. I suspect Heather didn't in fact need much encouragement to have...
She awoke in the morning to the feel of the butler's hand stroking gently between her open legs as he lay propped up on his side watching her. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked with a smile. "Mmmmm." he replied, sliding a finger in between her pussy lips, still slippery and wet with his cum from the night before. She reached out for his cock as his fingertip...
Authors Note: A style of wrestling practiced in Olympic and international amateur competition, yet with the Greco-Roman wrestling the legs may not be used in any way to obtain a fall, and no holds may be taken below the waist. Get real__this is the Literotica Olympics and anything goes. Carry on... "Afternoon, Folks. This is Vella_Ms, reporting for Literoti...
The hinges exploded off the door, as the old man launched from the rear of the decrepit house. I hadn't been laid in a week. This arthritic bastard, wielding his cane like a broadsword, wasn't gonna make my quest for copulation any easier. "Get the hell off my property, you son of a bitch!" the decaying geezer shrieked. Gazing between my legs, I was still...
This is the continuation of the story REPORTING. It covers the recent lives of ten women who reside in Houston, but focuses principally on three of those women. It is best read in conjunction with the background of Parts 1 to 3, but stands on its own if you as a reader wish to follow that approach. The story really is all about "WHY" and not so much how and...
The Time Machine Voyage Two – Roman in the Gloamin’ Cleopatra was a chubby little tart with something of a moustache. She had a single eyebrow that seemed to be crawling across her forehead like a demented millipede and a bloody great nose. In short, she was the kind only a brother could love – but that was the Ptolemys all over. Yes, you’ve guessed it: th...
This is a continuation of the story about Merna. Really need to read first 8 parts to understand story. I get an offer from Keene Greta and I were awakened by a knock on the door at 9am. Greta wrapped a towel around herself and I sat up in bed. She opened the door and let a hotel employee in with several packages. He laid them on the table and handed Greta...
Heather Lambert tied her honey hued hair up into two buns, with the rest of it's length fluffing out from them on either side of her head. She put some blush on her cheeks and chose a dark pink lipstick to put on. When she looked in the mirror she glowed with a smile. Her petite form was clothed in a white tee-shirt, cut and seemed at sternum length just bel...
Hi, as always all characters are at least 18 years old. This is my second story here and if you like it, please leave a message below. *** The biggest fires were already simmering down when the scout party of decurio Quintus Grafitus arrived at the border town. It was almost dusk, which meant they didn't have enough time to return to the base camp. They w...
I sit at the banquet with my two good friends, the centurion Marcus and his wife the good lady Titiana. We admire my two slaves bringing trays of roasted meats and fruit, olives and wine. Valentina, you look fantastic I think to myself, you wriggle as if to enhance the feel of the leather thong on your clitoris, your heavy breasts jiggle beneath your flimsy...