Gladys
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I was eighteen and it was my first day in college.
I went to my English class. This girl with long red hair sat next to me.
Then I went to my biology class, and the only empty seat was next to that same redhead.
Philosophy class was in a big lecture hall. A few minutes into the lecture, I noticed this same girl seated right in front of me.
I was headed to the campus cafeteria for lunch, and sure enough, the redhead was walking beside me.
I smiled at her. “You seem to be everywhere that I am.”
She laughed. “I could say the same about you.” Then she added, “I’m going to lunch. Care to join me?”
I didn’t know anyone on campus yet, and since she was going to be in at least three of my classes all semester, lunch together sounded like a good idea. Get to know each other.
Over lunch, we sat and talked. Mostly about the classes we had both been in that morning. What we had learned. And then we discussed how hot Professor Barrett, the biology teacher, was. We both wanted to climb in his lap and kiss him and ride him.
“He’s not the only person on campus who’s hot!” she smiled.
“Really?” I asked. “You have another hot professor for one of your classes?”
“I’m not talking about a professor,” she smiled. “I mean you. Surely you know how sexy you are!”
“Umm, I don’t swing that way,” I replied.
“You don’t find me attractive?” she pouted.
“You are very beautiful,” I smiled. “It’s just that I don’t….”
“You’ve never even thought about it? You’re not curious about being with another woman?”
“I assume that other woman means you?” I laughed.
“Would that really be so terrible?” she frowned.
“Well, for starters, I don’t even know your name.”
“Brianna,” she smiled. “And you are?”
“Tina,” I extended my hand for a handshake.
She accepted the offered handshake, then she kissed my hand. Then she hugged me. Lightly.
“Well, Miss Tina,” Brianna winked. “At least think about it a day or two, and let me know if you change your mind.”
“I won’t change my mind,” I smiled. “I love big cocks too much!”
“I like them too. But I’m bi. No pressure, but if you find yourself intrigued by the idea, let me know. After all, we are in college to gain new knowledge and new experiences.”
“Yeah, but there are some things maybe not to experience?”
“Just think about it.”
Our lunch arrived, so we stopped talking and chowed down.
Then off to our afternoon classes. Brianna wasn’t in my next class, or the one after that, but she was in my last class of the day. Four classes together every day, all semester long.
As we left class, Brianna told me she had enjoyed meeting me, and she wished me pleasant dreams.
After I got home and had dinner, I stripped down to my panties and went to bed, as I always did. I fell asleep pretty quickly.
I awoke around 3 am, with pretty Brianna on my mind. I was picturing her face, her figure, how she moved when she walked.
I suddenly realized I had my hand down my panties. And the fabric was getting in my way.
I closed my eyes and pictured that it was Brianna’s hands, not mine, skimming my panties off of me. My fingers worked myself over slowly, exploring everywhere. It must have taken me a good forty-five minutes of enjoying myself before I finally found sweet release.
In my mind, Brianna was eagerly licking up what was now rapidly pouring out of me. I found myself panting and sweating at that mental image.
Then I fell asleep again.
I awoke with a puddle getting cold on the bed sheet, between my widely parted thighs. And disappointed that Brianna wasn’t actually in the bed with me.
After a shower, I got dressed and headed to campus. I found myself next to Brianna in English class again.
“OK,” I smiled at her.
“OK?” she looked astonished. “About what we discussed?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Teach me, Professor Brianna.”
“Now?”
“My, aren’t we the eager one!” I laughed. “After our last class.”
“Where?” she grinned.
“Hmm, well, can’t go to my place, I live with my parents, they could come home.”
“Same problem here,” Brianna sighed.
“Motel 6 is only $30 a night. We could split the bill.”
“I can’t stay out all night in a motel with you. I wouldn’t mind at all, but my parents would ground me.”
I laughed. “We check in after school, like around 4 pm. We mess around for about three hours. Then we check out and go home to our parents.”
“It’s a date!” Brianna smiled. I hadn’t seen anyone look so happy in ages. Nor had I felt so happy myself, not in a very long time.
“Pay attention to the professor,” an older student nearby scolded us. “You can’t learn anything chit-chatting all day.”
Yeah, well, we were about to learn a lot of new experiences for us both.
After our last class of the day ended at 3:00, we each called our moms. “I have to study at the library. I’ll be home around 7:30.”
Then we checked into Motel 6. Brianna had already handed me $15 cash, and I handed the desk clerk six $5 bills.
I was in very short denim shorts and a white t-shirt. I took off the shirt to reveal a teeny tiny top, little more than a strip of fabric rubber-banded across my little 30B boobs.
Brianna helped me out of my shorts and she smiled at how microscopic my panties were.
She peeled my panties off of me. As she inhaled the scent of me from my panties, she told me that my black bush was very pretty.
She pulled her dress up over her head, and I gasped that she was so instantly naked. No bra, no panties, just this perfect redhead goddess with a splendid red bush, standing before me, silently asking me to make love with her.
I didn’t want this to go too fast. We had three hours to enjoy each other. So I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close for a soft, tentative kiss.
When she kissed me back, I couldn’t help an involuntary “Mmmmm!”
I cupped her sweet round ass in both of my hands, and I loved the way those cheeks felt as I rubbed them and gently squeezed them.
She moved closer, we hugged each other tight, and I could feel the strands of her red bush pressing and rubbing against the strands of my black bush.
She pinched my nipples gently, and I pinched hers a little harder.
She clasped my hand in hers, and we kissed again. She began walking, towing me behind her. At the queen size bed, she gently pushed me onto my back, leaned over, and kissed me.
We hugged, wet pussy against wet pussy.
She slipped a finger into me while also rubbing my clit with her fingers.
I slipped my finger into her, curled it, and began massaging her wonderfully horny g-spot. She squirmed, she moaned, and my fingers were suddenly as wet and sticky as when I masturbate myself. I had to admit, feeling another woman’s intimate juices on my fingers did feel nice!
She flipped me on my back and she slipped her head between my thighs. No man had ever licked my pussy half as good as Brianna did that day. I guess that having her own pussy, she certainly knew exactly where and how to touch mine!
When I could finally breathe again, I noticed her mouth and chin were soaked in my girl-come. So was her nose. I even got some on her eyelids!
I slipped us into a 69 position, me on top, and we ate each other for a good thirty-five minutes. We came and came and came, and soon the bed sheets were soaked!
Then Brianna did something I had never heard of before, much less experienced. She positioned us so my face was at the headboard end of the bed, and her face was near the foot of the bed. She intertwined her legs and mine, like we were dancing the tango but horizontal. Her left leg, then my right leg, then her right leg, then my left leg. Her moist pussy slowly rubbed against my own. I pushed myself closer into her, and I could feel her clit and mine pulsating against each other to the rhythm of our wildly beating hearts.
By the time we stopped thrashing and moaning, her red bush was all matted down in my come, and my black bush was even stickier with her come.
By now it was 6:30 pm, so we got up and showered together. Her hands were all over me, and that felt nice! I have to admit I was feeling her up all over in that shower, too.
Our girl spurts ran down the drain with the shower water.
We toweled each other dry, dressed each other in what little clothing we had been wearing, and left $20 for the poor maid who had to change our sticky sheets.
Then we both headed to our respective parents’ home.
Next day in class, I eagerly asked Brianna when we can do that again.
“I have no money for motels,” she frowned.
“My parents are out of town all weekend. They told me that at eighteen, they trust me. What say we don’t leave my bed or get dressed from Friday night to Sunday afternoon?”
Brianna’s face lit up in a big smile.
That was six years ago. We’re both twenty-four now. We got our bachelor degrees three years ago, And we still make love with each other at least three times a week.
I have a hot stud of a steady boyfriend now. He and I have been together since 2015. He has a very long, thick, and totally gorgeous cock.
I made a deal with him that he has to fuck me at least twice a day, which he has done for over two years now. And about once a week, I share him with Brianna.
I will write up a story about my current boyfriend, too. How we met two years ago, and what we like to do together as a couple. And as a threesome with Brianna.
The warmth coming from the hastily assembled camp fire provided the only comfort for Ivory and her mostly silent companions as they anxiously awaited the outcome of the Chief’s conference to which Glade was the only woman other than the Chief’s wife who was privileged to attend. They had been gone for such a very long time and Ivory, like everyone else, hoped that whatever came of their discussions would at last bring direction and purpose to the villagers’ wandering. Ivory’s only distraction...
When Chief Cave Lion and his party reached the top of the ridge above the Mountain Valley after their first ascent, they could now look across a wide vista of valleys and hills peppered with bushes and thickets. There were patches of snow that had fallen earlier in the season but hadn’t properly settled. Horse and antelope galloped over the coarse-leafed savannah. It was a glorious sight for hunters who’d seen so little game for so long, but as Glade reminded Ivory as they huddled beneath the...
It was the time of the year to travel south. Everyone knew it. It was less than half a moon since Ivory’s village celebrated the Autumn Equinox with traditional solemnity, but the snow had settled at night and not melted, the mammoths were restless, and the sky was thick with flying geese. ‘Tomorrow!’ announced Chief Cave Lion. ‘Today we gather what we need for the journey. Tomorrow we leave.’ Ivory was as reluctant to leave as anyone in the village, but the chief had spoken and the auspices...
Chapter Twenty Glade was by far the villager least visibly upset by the discovery that the winter route was blocked. While the chief and his most experienced hunters spent the rest of the day and all the next exploring and evaluating the few limited options available to them, she was preoccupied in checking the health and well-being of the woman and children. While Ivory anxiously gnawed on the last morsel of aurochs meat when the village gathered around the fire at the end of the day, Glade...
Chapter Twelve There was at first a sense of cheerful bravado accompanying Glade and her company as they paraded across the savannah with the Knights’ village receding ever further into the distance. They were sure that once they were back under the canopy of the great forest, their ordeal as slaves for the shaven-headed warriors would become nothing more than an unpleasant memory. However, as one day followed the last and there was still nothing on the horizon ahead that resembled the forest...
Chapter Twenty Four Glade couldn’t recall a time when she’d ever felt more despair than when she was finally certain that she’d never be able sail back to her lover across the choppy waters of the billowing sea. Was there any point in even being alive without Demure? It was only after many hours of weeping and cursing the spirits of her now extinct tribe that she at last returned her attention to the mundane but no less urgent task of staying alive. She was still adrift on a raft that was...
The relatively balmy, but still chilly, days of Summer gradually gave way to those of Autumn. As the oak and ash foliage changed hue, Ivory’s life settled into a pattern as deceptively stable as Glade’s had once been. She wasn’t pleased that she’d become the chief’s concubine, but the duty brought with it the benefit that she no longer had to accompany the other women in their daily woodland forage. And however jealous she was of Glade’s love, she’d grown to accept her lover’s occasional...
"Demure," the woman who had once been Glade's mistress replied hesitantly in the Knights' language. "Not Lady Demure. I no longer have a title, just as I no longer have an estate or a husband." Glade crouched down beside Demure under the shade of a palm tree. The appearance of both women had changed in the intervening years. Their hair was much longer and fell over their faces. Although Demure was as elegant as ever, there were small scars on her knees and ankles that hadn't been...
As the moon cycled through the winter season, especially on those days when snowstorms kept the villagers shivering inside their shelters and unable to venture out into the deadly cold, Ivory often returned to her memories of Glade. The shaman's apprentice remembered her not only as a lover, but also as the woman revealed to her by the stories she'd told her of her life. What puzzled Ivory most was why Glade had chosen to abandon her husband and two children. Ivory couldn't imagine that...
Recently, back in 2003 I went to Bangladesh. It was early June and extremely hot, and hot weather can make you do things which in normal conditions, would seem depraved. It did not take me long to get well acquainted with my village boys, most of whom were my age. I would spend countless hours watching them working whilst I smoked an infinite number of cigarettes, 5 star to be exact, a widely smoked brand of Bangladesh.. I would watch, in the searing heat as they ploughed the fells, with their...
Gay Male‘I hate the bastards!’ growled Mimosa the following day, employing the worst insult available in the Knights’ language. Illegitimacy was the ultimate stigma in a society that attached so much importance to child-bearing. Glade paused from shaving her fellow slave’s crotch. She was aware of the vehemence of Mimosa’s remark. ‘I hate them too,’ she said, although by now she’d got so accustomed to being a slave in their society that she’d almost forgotten what life had been like before. ‘They...
The warmth coming from the hastily assembled camp fire provided the only comfort for Ivory and her mostly silent companions as they anxiously awaited the outcome of the Chief's conference to which Glade was the only woman other than the Chief's wife who was privileged to attend. They had been gone for such a very long time and Ivory, like everyone else, hoped that whatever came of their discussions would at last bring direction and purpose to the villagers' wandering. Ivory's only...
It was every Autumn of her life that Ivory and the rest of her clan made the same trek south. Every Spring she returned the same way. She reasoned that the journey would seem less arduous as each year came by, but this year the wind was colder, the snow heavier and the ground more treacherous. Ivory wondered whether the migration only seemed worse because it was the first time her mother wasn’t there to accompany her, but Glade was as good a companion as her mother had ever been and in certain...
‘What was your mistress’ name?’ Ivory asked the following day, while she and Glade prepared elixirs and drugs from what they’d foraged in the woods. ‘Demure,’ said Glade. ‘Or Lady Demure, as she was known then. At first, I didn’t know that was what the name meant. It sounded like nothing more than a short yelp. It took me quite a while to learn the language of the Knights of the Savannah. The names they gave themselves expressed the qualities that they believed were desirable. The men were...
There were very few Ocean People who welcomed Demure’s presence in their village. But those few included all the elders and older marriageable men. And amongst these few, Demure was respected if not necessarily liked and recognised as someone who made a voluble, perhaps even valuable, contribution to the village’s debates. Glade was sure she wasn’t the only one who recognised that much of Demure’s patronage by the elderly and influential in the village was directly related to her intimate...
Ivory threaded the pubic hair through her front teeth where it had lodged and then buried her face back into the rich aroma of Glade's vulva. Above their naked bodies the Sun shone high in the sky, but not as high, Ivory knew now, as the Sun climbed in Glade's homelands far to the South. She huddled up against her lover's warm body, hoping that this would compensate for the biting chill of the wind. Every day these days, Glade and Ivory would leave the village just before dawn and tramp...
As the moon cycled through the winter season, especially on those days when snowstorms kept the villagers shivering inside their shelters and unable to venture out into the deadly cold, Ivory often returned to her memories of Glade. The shaman’s apprentice remembered her not only as a lover, but also as the woman revealed to her by the stories she’d told her of her life. What puzzled Ivory most was why Glade had chosen to abandon her husband and two children. Ivory couldn’t imagine that she...
The voyage north that Glade would make across the Great Sea wasn’t one she’d planned and most definitely not one she would have chosen, although it was true that she and Demure had often sat together on the shore and looked over a sea that stretched towards the North rather than the West. And they’d often speculated whether this water stretched to the very end of the world or whether there might be land beyond. ‘The further North we go,’ observed Glade, ‘the further we are from the Sun. And...
"I hate the bastards!" growled Mimosa the following day, employing the worst insult available in the Knights' language. Illegitimacy was the ultimate stigma in a society that attached so much importance to child-bearing. Glade paused from shaving her fellow slave's crotch. She was aware of the vehemence of Mimosa's remark. "I hate them too," she said, although by now she'd got so accustomed to being a slave in their society that she'd almost forgotten what life had been like...
There were very few Ocean People who welcomed Demure's presence in their village. But those few included all the elders and older marriageable men. And amongst these few, Demure was respected if not necessarily liked and recognised as someone who made a voluble, perhaps even valuable, contribution to the village's debates. Glade was sure she wasn't the only one who recognised that much of Demure's patronage by the elderly and influential in the village was directly related to her...
Glade was the only one of the captive Mammoth Hunters who knew what to expect. It was much more startling for the other expedition members when at last, after trudging for most of the day through the fresh snow across a long flat plain, their captors brought them to the Cave Painters' settlement by the mountainside. This comprised of the mouths to several caves scattered about the base of the limestone hills around which were gathered dozens of Cave Painters all attired in their superior...
Glade believed that she’d arrived at the point in her life where events had directed her. The trials she’d endured from the time her tribe was reduced to slavery, her travels across the southern and northern lands, her marriage to Flint, and, of course, the ever-present shadow of Demure: all of this was destined to culminate where she was now. The pinnacle of her life was to be a peripatetic shaman in the company of her black lover in the white glacial foothills of the Great Mountains. What...
The noisy festivities that had continued through the day were well over when Glade eventually returned to her tepee. The village was now silent apart from the muffled snores of the Reindeer Herders asleep in the chill open air and the occasional howl or bark from distant nocturnal beasts. Ivory stirred as Glade rustled about. Her bleary eyes fixed on her lover. Glade was weary but her fatigue was quite different from that which had overwhelmed her apprentice. "Have you... ?" asked Ivory....
Glade was by far the villager least visibly upset by the discovery that the winter route was blocked. While the chief and his most experienced hunters spent the rest of the day and all the next exploring and evaluating the few limited options available to them, she was preoccupied in checking the health and well-being of the woman and children. While Ivory anxiously gnawed on the last morsel of aurochs meat when the village gathered around the fire at the end of the day, Glade seemed...
Glade believed that she'd arrived at the point in her life where events had directed her. The trials she'd endured from the time her tribe was reduced to slavery; her travels across the southern and northern lands; her marriage to Flint; and, of course, the ever-present shadow of Demure: all of this was destined to culminate where she was now. The pinnacle of her life was to be a peripatetic shaman in the company of her black lover in the white glacial foothills of the Great...
If Glade expected her apprentice to be more shocked than she was by her account of the violence that had decimated her tribe she was disappointed. Ivory was more indignant at the rudeness of rebuffing a welcome than distressed by the account of the bloodshed. In any case, Glade was reluctant to give a full account of the horrors that followed. It was painful enough for her to remember the evil and worse still to describe it. Did she really want to elaborate on how so many of the people she'd...
There was at first a sense of cheerful bravado accompanying Glade and her company as they paraded across the savannah with the Knights' village receding ever further into the distance. They were sure that once they were back under the canopy of the great forest, their ordeal as slaves for the shaven-headed warriors would become nothing more than an unpleasant memory. However, as one day followed the last and there was still nothing on the horizon ahead that resembled the forest Glade so...
"The forest where I was born is far, far to the South," Glade told Ivory the following day after her apprentice had returned from foraging duties in the woods and removed her clothes on the shaman's request. "It's a very different land. The sun shines high in the sky. At midday it's almost directly overhead. It is always warm. My people never wore clothes. I never knew what it meant to cover my flesh. The need to do so just did not exist." "It sounds like paradise," said...
"You did well, my dear," Chief Cave Lion told Ivory the following morning as she and Glade lay together on the bed the Reindeer Herder chief had vacated. "Thank you, my lord," said Ivory who still savoured the memory of her lovemaking. She didn't say so but she thought to herself that the pleasure in the duty was all hers. And she would gladly do the same again. "The Reindeer Herder chief has complimented the shaman and you on your lovemaking," continued the Chief, running his hand...
Clouds obscured the stars and moon when Glade and Demure emerged from their shelter carrying as many of their belongings as they could in deer-hide sacks, but more than the dark what mostly helped secure the lovers' escape as they crept away from the Raft People's village towards the Great Sea was that the rest of the village was far more preoccupied with other matters than the fate of the two women. Other villagers were suffering the same humiliation and possibly rape that Glade and Demure...
When Chief Cave Lion and his party reached the top of the ridge above the Mountain Valley after their first ascent, they could now look across a wide vista of valleys and hills peppered with bushes and thickets. There were patches of snow that had fallen earlier in the season but hadn't properly settled. Horse and antelope galloped over the coarse-leafed savannah. It was a glorious sight for hunters who'd seen so little game for so long, but as Glade reminded Ivory as they huddled beneath...
As she did every year, Ivory found the long march south arduous. She was fatigued and shivered uncontrollably from the cold. Winter had arrived early. Although the snow was powdery, it was settling and had become ever more difficult to trudge through. A journey such as this would be tiring in any season, but was even more so when confronted by snowy gales and encumbered by furs. The need for good stitching was more than ever evident as ice-cold water inexorably seeped through the seams. The...
Glade kissed her young lover on the lips while Chief Cave Lion slumped on his back exhausted. A thin thread of semen trailed from his penis into the tangle of Ivory's pubic hair. Now that Ivory had discovered her lover's infidelity, Glade was actually rather more affectionate to her ward even when she was being fucked by the Chief. "You have become a more accomplished lover," mused Chief Cave Lion. He tenderly kissed Ivory's pale thigh and cupped a buttock in a gnarled hand. "You have...
Ivory was consumed by the flames of jealousy. All through the night her moist vagina was repeatedly stimulated by Glade's fingers. She shuddered many times over with the warm pleasure her older lover had orchestrated and it was into Glade's arms she collapsed, but the object of her jealousy wasn't the shaman. It was Ptarmigan who at that moment was in the chief's company and no doubt also in the throes of passion. Now that Chief Cave Lion had returned his wife would from henceforth sleep...
Birth, death and marriage. These were the three most important events in life. These were also the occasions where Ivory, as the shaman's apprentice, was now required to play an important part. It was Glade whose role was the most vital, particularly with regards to giving birth. Her midwifery skills were in greatest demand during the summer, as this was the time of the year when most women gave birth. Sadly, Glade and Ivory were also in attendance for the sombre duty of burying the bodies...
It was every Autumn of her life that Ivory and the rest of her clan made the same trek south. Every Spring she returned the same way. She reasoned that the journey would seem less arduous as each year came by, but this year the wind was colder, the snow heavier and the ground more treacherous. Ivory wondered whether the migration only seemed worse because it was the first time her mother wasn't there to accompany her, but Glade was as good a companion as her mother had ever been and in...
As she did every year, Ivory found the long march south arduous. She was fatigued and shivered uncontrollably from the cold. Winter had arrived early. Although the snow was powdery, it was settling and had become ever more difficult to trudge through. A journey such as this would be tiring in any season, but was even more so when confronted by snowy gales and encumbered by furs. The need for good stitching was more than ever evident as ice-cold water inexorably seeped through the seams. The...
The following nights and days were hard. They were cold, bitterly so, and not everyone was going to survive the winter months. Ivory was tested as she'd never been tested before. She could never have managed without the love of Ptarmigan who insisted on accompanying her lover on every visit to a villager who was ill, injured or about to give birth. This was well appreciated, especially by those who'd become villagers on account of having accidentally stumbled into the Mountain Valley. The...
Aaj ami apnader ekta sotti ghotona bolchhi, 1996 Amaar boyesh thokon 26, thaki ami India te bereta geyachilam Bangladesh e amaar ek Didir kache, Gorom Kaal chhilo, ta ami thik kore jai je ami 3 din okhane thakbo, Didir barite didi chhara aar keu thake na. ta prothom din bhaloi kaatlo, 2nd din bikele khub jhor bristi hoyate Light chole giyechhilo, amaar abaar Fan na cholle ghum ashe na. Ta ki kori Didi dar barite to aar Generator connection nei. Ta pasher barir ek Boudi didi ke bollo je thkurpo...
Clouds obscured the stars and moon when Glade and Demure emerged from their shelter carrying as many of their belongings as they could in deer-hide sacks, but more than the dark what mostly helped secure the lovers’ escape as they crept away from the Raft People’s village towards the Great Sea was that the rest of the village was far more preoccupied with other matters than the fate of the two women. Other villagers were suffering the same humiliation and possibly rape that Glade and Demure had...
Glade couldn't recall a time when she'd ever felt more despair than when she was finally certain that she'd never be able sail back to her lover across the choppy waters of the billowing sea. Was there any point in even being alive without Demure? It was only after many hours of weeping and cursing the spirits of her now extinct tribe that she at last returned her attention to the mundane but no less urgent task of staying alive. She was still adrift on a raft that was drifting aimlessly...
Titan could picture the huge dust cloud that must be covering the landscape above as hundreds of men and women struggling to push against the tide entering the colosseum. The shouts of the crowd outside travel down into the pits below. Titan eyes the fresh meat in the corner cowering in fear. The poor man is crouched down low, with his skinny arms wrapped around his head of thin hair. Titan remembers his first day in the pits, covered in his own sweat and piss, not unlike the young man. He...
Birth, death and marriage. These were the three most important events in life. These were also the occasions where Ivory, as the shaman’s apprentice, was now required to play an important part. It was Glade whose role was the most vital, particularly with regards to giving birth. Her midwifery skills were in greatest demand during the summer, as this was the time of the year when most women gave birth. Sadly, Glade and Ivory were also in attendance for the sombre duty of burying the bodies of a...
Glade kissed her young lover on the lips while Chief Cave Lion slumped on his back exhausted. A thin thread of semen trailed from his penis into the tangle of Ivory’s pubic hair. Now that Ivory had discovered her lover’s infidelity, Glade was actually rather more affectionate to her ward even when she was being fucked by the Chief. ‘You have become a more accomplished lover,’ mused Chief Cave Lion. He tenderly kissed Ivory’s pale thigh and cupped a buttock in a gnarled hand. ‘You have taught...
"What a beautiful night for a stroll," Princess Merry said happily. "The moon makes it almost as bright as day." "I am not so sure we are on the right path," Prince Karl replied, rubbing his sword hilt. "We should have reached the castle by now. I fear we have somehow been diverted from our usual..." "Karl! Look!" Merry exclaimed. "It is so beautiful." They emerged from the forest into a moonlit glade, the moss and grass underfoot soft as any carpet. Pleasurable fragrances...
If Glade expected her apprentice to be more shocked than she was by her account of the violence that had decimated her tribe she was disappointed. Ivory was more indignant at the rudeness of rebuffing a welcome than distressed by the account of the bloodshed. In any case, Glade was reluctant to give a full account of the horrors that followed. It was painful enough for her to remember the evil and worse still to describe it. Did she really want to elaborate on how so many of the people she’d...
Ivory was consumed by the flames of jealousy. All through the night her moist vagina was repeatedly stimulated by Glade’s fingers. She shuddered many times over with the warm pleasure her older lover had orchestrated and it was into Glade’s arms she collapsed, but the object of her jealousy wasn’t the shaman. It was Ptarmigan who at that moment was in the chief’s company and no doubt also in the throes of passion. Now that Chief Cave Lion had returned his wife would from henceforth sleep by...
After her husband had at last swaggered back to his hut, Lady Demure reclined between her slaves lost in thought. She barely registered their presence, however much Quagga loyally cuddled up against her. It was an uneasy silence while the slaves also appraised the significance of Lord Valour's news. Although the death of the cruel and malevolent King was surely welcome, Glade was anxious of the consequences it might have for her. She had almost forgotten any other way of life than that of a...
Glade was the only one of the captive Mammoth Hunters who knew what to expect. It was much more startling for the other expedition members when at last, after trudging for most of the day through the fresh snow across a long flat plain, their captors brought them to the Cave Painters’ settlement by the mountainside. This comprised of the mouths to several caves scattered about the base of the limestone hills around which were gathered dozens of Cave Painters all attired in their superior...
The noisy festivities that had continued through the day were well over when Glade eventually returned to her tepee. The village was now silent apart from the muffled snores of the Reindeer Herders asleep in the chill open air and the occasional howl or bark from distant nocturnal beasts. Ivory stirred as Glade rustled about. Her bleary eyes fixed on her lover. Glade was weary but her fatigue was quite different from that which had overwhelmed her apprentice. ‘Have you…?’ asked Ivory. She...
Chief Cave Lion's dwelling was by far the largest in the village. It was a huge lattice of fallen tree trunks, tied together by cord and covered by sewn-together aurochs and rhinoceros hide. It was as large as five or six tepees meshed together. Although the harshness of the winter snow was usually enough to wreck most habitations in the village, the chief's weathered the conditions best and was reassembled on the same spot each spring with, if anything, more splendour than in the previous...
An intense thread on the Sexual Role Playing Boards of Literotica inspired this story. Special thanks to my co conspirator rhev, for helping me develop this random thought into something worth typing. In my word processor this story occupies 37 pages, and the story does not have a clear cut happy ending. Enjoy, but for now I consider these characters to have told their story. Gladiator Bastion hated being in his cold dark cell, he could not understand anything the scrawny ones said and they...
Chapter One Ivory tugged aside the curtain of mammoth hide that was all there was to secure the relative warmth inside the tepee from the chill wind. She crawled outside and stood upright in the bulky furs that muffled her body from hooded top to swaddled toe. She needed reprieve from the dark distress that was overwhelming her during her bedside vigil. Inside the tepee lay prone the fur-covered body of her mother who was exhaling her last few painful dying breaths. There had been no warning,...
After her husband had at last swaggered back to his hut, Lady Demure reclined between her slaves lost in thought. She barely registered their presence, however much Quagga loyally cuddled up against her. It was an uneasy silence while the slaves also appraised the significance of Lord Valour’s news. Although the death of the cruel and malevolent King was surely welcome, Glade was anxious of the consequences it might have for her. She had almost forgotten any other way of life than that of a...
‘You did well, my dear,’ Chief Cave Lion told Ivory the following morning as she and Glade lay together on the bed the Reindeer Herder chief had vacated. ‘Thank you, my lord,’ said Ivory who still savoured the memory of her lovemaking. She didn’t say so but she thought to herself that the pleasure in the duty was all hers. And she would gladly do the same again. ‘The Reindeer Herder chief has complimented the shaman and you on your lovemaking,’ continued the Chief, running his hand over...
All my life I have been training. I was a bio engineered slave with one purpose, to fight. This was a rogue world system owned and ruled by the Deviants. They were a race of aliens that lived for centuries. The world had many alien people but humans were not one of the majority. The Deviants had one passion, the old roman gladiator games where people fought to the death. I moved through the maze slowly as I searched for my enemies. This time it was full tech and I carried a short assault...
I have been a soccer fan for the past ten years now and although I have sometimes wished I supported a ‘bigger’ club I was always proud of the fact that I was like my family and friends in that I supported my local team over all the other ‘bigger’ clubs. Although my local team wasn’t the best in the world we had a good history and had been going for, at the time one hundred years. I would go to as many matches as I could, and unlike a lot of my friends who went I was more interested in the...