This is really the second part of Chapter 50. I got caught up in it, and it got real long, so I cut it in half. There is a lot in this one to read for upcoming chapters. Stick with it! Copyright 2016, LATL. ***** Life after the Lottery, Ch. 51 Dawn's surgery and more Tuesday morning. I never did go to sleep. I lay in bed thinking about what was happenin...
^^^June 2005. On the beach of Cap d' Agde, France^^^ "An erection? Really, Armand?" Yvonne rebuked her brother in a harsh, belittling tone. The slim, twenty-year-old frowned, shook her head, and glared at his erect penis. "I can't help it," the eighteen-year-old answered. His face was red. "I'm surrounded by naked women. It's a natural reaction." "What's...
Copyright LATL, 2019. No part of this shall be reproduced or re-posted on any other website. It is for the exclusive use of Literotica.com. Life after the Lottery, CH 66 Upcoming business meeting We all slept in on Sunday. We had been up late, having sex. The girls were all teasing me about the fake porn video they set up. Samantha and Amy kept at it unti...
Author's note: This story was a prizewinner in the Nude Day contest in 2014. I came upon it a couple of years later in my Old Stories folder and began to reread it. Being a compulsive editor, I couldn't stop myself from improving the story in certain minor ways, but I was much happier with the result. I've passed those changes along with this second edition....
Warning: This series contains violence, coercion, extortion, blackmail, non consensual sex, same sex copulation, derogatory terms, interracial sex, political statements, cheating and a lot of other stuff good boys and girls should not read (on porn websites). If any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't waste your time reading this. * Chapter...
Some of you have asked for more detail about Samantha and Amy's background. This chapter will help with that. They finally move in and make it their home. ***** The Trip to New York and the move When I heard the alarm go off Saturday morning, I felt Dawn roll over and turn it off. I knew it was early. "What time is it?" I asked Dawn. "4:30." "Why so ea...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...