Chapter 17 - Building By August, the house was coming along at an amazing pace. Everything was done outside, to the point where Jane and I had more and more free time to explore the area. Grand Haven was as beautiful as we remembered it. I even convinced Jane to let me take her for a spin in a little Cessna. Unfortunately for her, the winds made it a bumpy...
I'm down on all fours and I lift my head up, the team captain has ordered his team to fuck us both in the ass, we are both anal virgins and we are both in a state of panic as the drunken rugby team cheer and laugh at our predicament. We are in the doggy position facing each other. Wedged in the aisle of the bus and held firmly in position by some of the ru...
I got tired of overseas contracting so I decided to settle down...somewhat. I managed to get a cake job as a strength and conditioning coach for a division one college on the west coast. I hate spoiled college kids but the prime, naive pussy running around makes up for it. I was watching the rugby team practice and it took me back to my high school rugby day...
Part Five I had been left face down and spread-eagled to the table in complete darkness for a long time. My arm was stretched but not enough to hurt this time, I managed to wriggle my caged cock from under my body so it was not between my legs but the spiked were still sticking in. I don't know how long I was left down there but I was so exhausted I managed...
This is an entry for the 2014 Literotica Winter Holidays Contest. Contains: snow, high levels of drinking, weather-related peril, references to classic rugby matches, a pitched battle and perhaps some romance. Please vote and comment! *** "Fuckit, I'm cold." "Fucking freezing." "I'm starting to wish the pitch had frozen hard enough for the match to be...
This is a tease and denial story first and foremost. If that isn't your thing then ok, probably best you save your time. It is also probably just as much a "non consent/reluctance" story but I am looking ahead. Let me know your thoughts at the end if you so wish. I hope you enjoy the read... ................................................. He sat with his...
Hey, there. My name is Roselyn Xavier. I'm the best friend of a bisexual guy. And I'm in love with him. I first met Jason Des Moulin when we were both seniors at Zulu Academy, a historically Black private school in the city of Boston where the African-American elite of New England have been sending their sons and daughters for years. The school's student bod...
Hitchhiking is not my preferred form of transport but my best friend Becca says we can save money on train fare and have even more money to have fun at the festival. We have both got dressed in hippie chic clothing for fun which is definitely a mistake for hitching a lift. My long Gypsy skirt is flowing in the wind and I'm trying to hold onto my floppy hat a...
I am weird. There, I finally said it. My name is Clarice Juanita Samson. I'm a tall, good-looking young black woman. These days, I'm a student at Harmony College, a small private school located in Harmony, Maine. It's a very good school. I selected it among a sea of others because it offered excellent athletic opportunities for both sexes and had an even num...
I had been using the grounds of the local rugby club for my daily run all during the off season and now that the guys were back training for the rugby again I hoped that they wouldn't mind me continuing to run there.... They didn't seem to... in fact I got the distinct feeling that they enjoyed watching my tits bounce as I ran almost as much as I enjoyed wat...