**This is part 2 of a series. But in brief: Three rich sisters have to spend a month in a cabin that lacks toiletries save for one outhouse. Also they all have a scat kink, and a fairly big messy kink. Guess how this will end. Don't read if girls getting off on being smelly, gross, and having bowel movements isn't your thing. You won't like this.** The thre...
Mary sat down at the table with her mother. She eyed the food spread out for dinner anxiously. There were pickled eggs and deviled ham sandwiches, a roast beef and two heads of boiled cabbage. Her stomach rumbled and she shifted in her seat, waiting for her mother to finish talking on the phone. Finally, she hung up the receiver. Mary heaped her plate with...
The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. The diaries are now in the National Archives. As explained in the previous stories, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was w...
I'd like to thank the Literotica community for being so supportive of my writing. It's an honor to contribute to the wealth of amazing stories that have given me so much pleasure over the years. -RedFaceDisgrace All characters depicted in this story are above the age of 18. ***** Chapter 6 I couldn't think straight. The dildo in my ass was stretching me...
*This story goes after "Mary's Gassy Dorm"* * A couple days later, Mary and Amy decided to have a farting contest. Mary was extremely shy about it, but Amy insisted that it would be fun and something to laugh about. Mary could barely contain her excitement. She had always wanted to hear another girl fart around her, and now her hot blonde roommate was mak...
The next day we were talking about how to tell his parents, when I found myself confused over a small, yet important detail. "Jeff, did one of us propose?" He thought about it. He started shaking his head slowly. His shoulders came up in an unhurried shrug. Finally, he answered. "I don't think so." "Hmmm," I hummed. "Ashley, will you marry me?" I smile...
Driving through the flat Norfolk countryside on a sunny, if windy, May Bank Holiday Monday, Anne reflected on the weekend that had passed. It hadn't been spent in quite the way she'd have chosen, if choice ever really entered into the equation but, every so often duty had to come before pleasure. Visiting Mother was never easy, always more of a chore than...
I'm not sure why Emily asked me to write this story down. It's just a funny, gross thing that happened to us a couple weeks back. My name's Roweena. I'm a college student in my mid-20s, a little older than most of my classmates. I can't afford the student housing, so I live at home and commute to campus every day. My best friend Emily lives at home, too. S...
Felicity Remington was a red-haired, blue-eyed gynecologist of 34. She was also a glasses-wearing, card-carrying lesbian eproctophile. She actually used pussy examinations as an excuse to get close to women's assholes in hopes of getting farts out of them, and maybe sex. Occasionally she was successful at seducing her clients. But her real dream to find a wo...
Tall and curvy, with rapturous mahogany skin, wide hips, thick legs and a big round ass, Jamila Ajoku is a fine exemplar of West African beauty and femininity. She led a sheltered life in her hometown of Kano, in northern Nigeria. In this place, where Christians and Muslims were weary of each other, an attractive young black Muslim woman like herself was a c...