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My girlfriend Sue is a 21 year old blond, blue eyes, long shapely legs, and C-cup tits. She plays soccer at her college. When I was 26 years old I was lucky enough to have sex with a cute 12 year old daughter of a friend. That was some experience. I've not had sex with anyone that young again but I sure wouldn't mind it. My friend moved away that year. I was walking Sue home from the movies one night when I saw a field that looked familiar to me. I asked Sue if she knew where it went...
She'd walked back home not knowing what to think of her afternoon. Who was this man, this Sir Edgar? She reminisced on the events that took place in the barn. She recalled the pleasure and smiled. She recalled the confusion and frowned. She recalled realizing she had a secret. For the people of her community would surely think her actions were a disgrace. She snorted at the thought. A disgrace. She entered her small hut just outside the settlement. Out of habit she started feeding the small...
First TimeOne summers afternoon I was walking in the field with my girlfriend sally, she was very quiet girl but I was determind to get her to open up. As we walked and talked I made a comment about how no one would see us if we had sex in the field, I knew she would be disgusted cos that the sort of girl she was.I was right as I mentioned it she said no way and started to strom off I went over and grabbed her pushed her on the floor and said well your gonna get this unzipped my trousers to reveal a huge...
Introduction: Little girl raped in cornfield I grew up in a little town in the Midwest. By the time I was 13 even though I was short, Id started to get boobs. I was 48 but had a 32B bra size brown hair and green eyes. The kids my age didnt like me and I dont know why. But I wanted to be friends with them, and thats how it happened. One Halloween they dared me to go into Millers cornfield and up to the house. The Miller house was supposed to be haunted even the fields. Everyone was scared to go...
One Halloween they dared me to go into Miller’s cornfield and up to the house. The Miller house was supposed to be haunted even the fields. Everyone was scared to go there. But my ‘friends’ told me if I’d go all the way up to the house through the cornfield and come back with something I’d be ‘in’. We waited till dark, then I took a flashlight and dressed in a t-shirt jeans and sneakers I went into the corn. It wasn’t so bad at first, I grew up around corn. But after about ten minute I...
CORNFIELD CHRONICLES Like the rest of the willing participants I hoped would be there, I was on a hunt that balmy summer night. For something hot, hung, hungry and strange. Possessing the same desire, skills and equipment as myself. Though on a hunt, I felt the natural defense of being in a strange place. My surroundings consisted of the things around the rest area my eyes could make out in the relative darkness of the distance. My companion disappeared into the darkness as I decided to walk up...
CORNFIELD CHRONICLES Like the rest of the willing participants I hoped would be there, I was on a hunt that balmy summer night. For something hot, hung, hungry and strange. Possessing the same desire, skills and equipment as myself. Though on a hunt, I felt the natural defense of being in a strange place. My surroundings consisted of the things around the rest area my eyes could make out in the relative darkness of the distance. My companion disappeared into the darkness as I decided to walk up...
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Z11077,? FIELD HORSE SLAVE The beautiful blonde lay naked in her stall chained by her right tit-ring to the wall. The black guard dog that had just fucked her lay next to her,? fully satisfied. She could feel him panting and his heart pounding. The tongue of the mongrel slobbered over her as if she were a piece of meat ,...
Cornfield Chronicles-The Following Night Once there, I could barely contain my excitement and barely had the chance to walk ten steps before a guy followed in pursuit. Certainly liked the man who pursued me. I walked along the edge of the corn and knew not where I headed, I just picked a spot and walked into the corn. Luckily I wandered to one of those clear and lit places. The man who pursued me into the corn looked to be a wordless specimen. He cut his eyes at me in a way I knew I had better...
Cornfield Chronicles-The Following Night Once there, I could barely contain my excitement and barely had the chance to walk ten steps before a guy followed in pursuit. Certainly liked the man who pursued me. I walked along the edge of the corn and knew not where I headed; I just picked a spot and walked into the corn. Luckily I wandered to one of those clear and lit places.The man who pursued me into the corn looked to be a wordless specimen. He cut his eyes at me in a way I knew I had better...
Notes This is the sixth installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. For this chapter, we leave Lindsey sleeping in bed, and see what some of her students are up to, particularly the dorky nerds Denny and Bitty. You don’t have to read any of the earlier chapters to enjoy this. I will be loading chapter 7 in a few days, so check back soon! All characters in this story are over the age of 18! DAY 3...
Notes This is the NINTH installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her encouragement and inspiration. This chapter could be read without reading earlier chapters. All you need to know is that Lindsey is a chaperone on a band field trip to perform at the Pasadena Tournament of Roses Parade. She’s a great teacher… but it turns out that Lindsey is the last teacher on...
All the seniors at Norton High School were wild with excitement. It had just been announced that on the last week of school, all the seniors would be taking a week-long field trip to Key West, Florida. The students would have to pay an airline fee of $175 each, but everything else was included. Claire Matthews was talking about the trip with her friends. "This sounds so cool! Don't you think, Kelly?" Claire said to her friend. "Yeah, it's gonna be awesome!" Kelly replied. Kelly Summerset was...
LesbianSPRINGFIELD IS BURNING (a SIMPSONS fan fiction) by Laika Pupkino ############ ############ Bicycling across a deserted public park on her way home from school in the gloom of an October afternoon, a young schoolgirl is confronted by three bullies. They block her path suddenly, so that she is forced to slam on her brakes. For someone as intelligent as she is, this child can be surprisingly naive. She assumes that other people will be as good-natured as her, or that they'll at...
INTRODUCTION This is the last of four interrelated recollections by a man in the late summer of life, recalling the events of some unusual summers, and the members of the female persuasion who made them so unusual and worth remembering. My Summer In Remembrance By: Zylux It was near the end of summer in 2006 on a resort island in the Pacific Northwest. The weather was cloudy but warm, a nice break from the week long rains. Most people would enjoy the respite before the...
AS BEST AS I CAN RECALL By Lewis Chappelle I am writing this now because my husband and master wants an accurate record of the events which occurred last night.I will do my best to remember the significant elements of our evening for posterity.Frankly, my mind is a jumble of erotic thoughts as a result of the activities which took place here; my body is still sore and aflame, and my libido is still tremendously aroused by the recollections of those events.Let me start by acknowledging...
The sun was shining on the field of yellow flowers, whose type lay unknown to him. The wind rushed up behind and embraced his face as he turned around, waiting patiently for her to catch up. She was breathing heavily as she ran. He smiled and laughed as she made her way toward him. So slow…, he thought with a smile. ‘Hurry up would you? I don’t have all day!’ he shouted. She puffed out her cheeks and pouted. ‘You’re so mean Aoron-chan!’ Aoron laughed out loud. He loved it when she pouted...
“Hey, what are you doing here?” I ask as she gives me a smile. “I am meeting my son for his field trip…” she said as she gave me a hug. “ we should have carpooled!” She exclaimed after breaking our embrace. We said hello to our kids and waited as the teacher told them the rules and accounted for all of them. “So how have you been? I haven’t seen you in months it seems like.” I asked Jen. “Busy with the kids and boyfriend” she responded. “How are you and the boyfriend doing. I...
It was the day of the field trip to Washington DC. Our school was going there for 2 nights and 3 days. I got to school and was assigned roomies. My Roommates were Dom (12), Matt (13), Eric (12), Atillio (14), and Grant (13) and I (14). We walked down the pathway and got on the bus. We drove to the airport and we almost missed our plane. We landed at about 7 at night. It took about 2 hours to get to the hotel. We arrived and went up to our rooms. It was only 9:30 and we had and Hour to do...
Notes This is the fourth installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. To read more about Lindsey and her family, read Laurie’s stories, ‘The Sun Felt Good On My Back,’ and particularly, ‘While Lindsey Is Away’, which takes place back in Jacksonville the very same night as the end of this installment. Enjoy! All characters in this story are over the age of 18! And I do NOT endorse Lindsey’s teaching...
Notes This is the eighth installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her editing help and advice! She particularly helped me to understand working out and weight lifting, which is a good thing, because I’m sedentary and fat! In this chapter, we’re back again with Lindsey. You do not need to read any of the other chapters to enjoy this. It’s a nicely self-contained...
Notes Hi! Here’s the third installment of Field Trip Follies! Thanks, Literotica author Laurie, for the inspiration and spell-checking! The characters Lindsey Foster and her family were created by Laurie. Please go to Laurie’s page and read her stories, ‘The Sun Felt Good On My Back’ and ‘While Lindsey Is Away’, for more stories about Lindsey and her family. All characters in this story are over eighteen. — DAY 3 — MORNING DEMING, NEW MEXICO and WESTBOUND DECEMBER 30 At around six...
Copyright 2014 Tiepinkraider & Wonderway All rights reserved TOGETHER: We can smell the grass and the flowers on the breeze as we lie in the warm, soft, green field at the top of the vast valley, the distant snow-capped mountains visible with no one for miles. It is serene and quiet, peaceful in the dappled shade shielded from the burning sun. Only the birds flying high overhead can see us. HIM: It was just a few weeks ago that I saw her at that party. Every time I made an approach she was...
Copyright 2014 Tiepinkraider & Wonderway All rights reservedTOGETHER: We can smell the grass and the flowers on the breeze as we lie in the warm, soft, green field at the top of the vast valley, the distant snow-capped mountains visible with no one for miles. It is serene and quiet, peaceful in the dappled shade shielded from the burning sun. Only the birds flying high overhead can see us.HIM: It was just a few weeks ago that I saw her at that party. Every time I made an approach she was having...
Straight Sexhttp://xhamster.com/user/miss_milfhttp://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2216829/pg_13.htmlIt’s a warm spring day and you have come out to the local paint ball range on a school trip. We are on different teams. I see you across the field. I can feel my self getting hard as I watch you walking. The game starts and you sprint away I follow you as you head for cover. I sneak up behind you as look around to see if anyone is coming. I'm almost right behind you when I step on a twig breaking it.You have...
As part of my major in college I needed to make a field trip to the beach from my school. It was about a 2 and 1/2 drive from the school to the beach so I dressed for comfort, sweats t-shirt and sweatshirt, nothing else. We were riding in a 15 passenger van, and I was first in line. I went right to the back seat as it extended all the way across the back. There weren't too many students on the trip and so it was one to a seat until Karen got on the bus. Karen was a year behind me and majorly...
That first evening we grilled steaks. "First night is meat night," the professor said. "I freeze them and wrap them and put them into an insulated bag. And they're still good that evening. Never try to carry fresh meat in the field otherwise." They seemed delicious. We stuffed ourselves, banked the ashes and turned in. When I got up in the morning the shadows were long and there were three aborigines standing a few meters away, casting long shadows in the rising sun. "G'day,"...
A Beautiful Wishby 800ibGorrilaChapter 5: The Heart RemembersThe water streamed across George and Dawn's entwined bodies. It traced the lines of George's lean muscles and caressed Dawn's impossible curves. They kissed and embraced and joined over and over, enjoying a closeness that neither had felt in their short time together. George cleaned her first, starting with her golden brown hair, which looked and smelled just as intoxicating wet. He lathered up his hands and slowly ran them over...
NovelsSynopsis: The last chapter opened with Sandra telling Jim and Bette that Jeff had ‘come out,’ and given over to his homosexual instincts. Jim and Bette have gone to a party at Satin Studios. Su Lin and Stick are there, as is Cynthia, Hollywood’s ‘most famous madam’ who is eager to obtain Bette for her stable of working girls. Feeling cornered, Jim decides to look around. He believes this is the moment of truth. Chapter 14: Paying the Piper I laid in that rumpled bed for a long time, trying...
Synopsis: Jim and Bette met Carol and Steve at a sex club. The latter couple invited Jim and Bette to a weekend party. Chapter 5 — Bromfield’s Temptations Satin Studios Shortly after I had been formally introduced to Carol Rollins, Bette and I decided to call it a night. Steve walked with us to the locker room. He opened his locker and brought out a folded Xeroxed map. ‘This should get you to our place,’ he said. He then gave us detailed instructions, concluding with, ‘Here’s our phone...
Synopsis: Jim and Bette have enlisted Sandra and Jeff to attend the swing parties at Satin Studios. During the latest party, one of the call girls (who works part of the time at Carol’s direction) tells Jim what she knows of the true nature of Satin Studio’s business. Jim has left her and is looking for Carol to demand an explanation. Chapter 9: On the Job Training Steve and Carol were in the office. Steve was seated at a small electronic console watching a TV screen, while Carol watched over...
Synopsis: Jim discovers he’s being blackmailed by his new ‘partners’ but despite their offer to release him, he elects to continue the relationship. The gloves are off! Carol tells him his first assignment is to ‘turn Bette and Sandy out,’ meaning force them to become his prostitutes. Bette agrees to give prostitution a try. Bette make a connection with a hotel whore named Su Lin. Jim follows up to learn as much as possible by hiring her. They have just completed his ‘short arm’ inspection. ...
Synopsis: Jim seems to be getting in deeper and deeper. At the last meeting at Satin Studios, Carol tells him that Carmine knows he saw the tape where Carmine was sucking Jeff, and isn’t pleased about it. After taking his two ladies downtown, Jim stops at a topless bar where he meets a stripper with an unusual background. He takes her home and discovers she was a virgin. The Last Party I was shocked and suddenly very concerned. I couldn’t remember anything she had said that would have given...
Chapter 7: In For a Penny Our second night at the studio was much like the first, except that nobody had to disrobe since none of us had dressed. We gathered again in the room furnished with tumbling mats and soft furniture, and watched another tableau. I suppose it was a variation on an old theme — the family that plays together stays together. In this case, the family consisted of mother and son. Blair led his mother out on the stage and showed the audience how rewarding it could be for...
Author’s note: There is some confusion regarding the sequence of chapters in this book. Chapter 1 was titled ‘Making New Friends.’ Chapter 2 was ‘Ancient History.’ Chapter 3, in which Jim and Bette take up housekeeping, was titled Bromfield’s Temptations. Henceforth, all the chapters will be identified only by chapter number. Chapter 4 — Bromfield’s Temptations The 10/40 Club I missed Louise terribly, but life with Bette had its compensations. While she lacked the earthy good humor and sense...
Synopsis: Jim has been forced to push Bette into prostitution. She goes reluctantly, but quickly discovers there’s real money in sex. She’s just made her first really big score, and has brought another prostitute home with her — who turns out to be Louise! Working Girls I whirled. It was Louise! I saw at once that she had changed. She was heavier, had another line or two in her face, and she sported one hell of a black eye. But the real change was in her eyes and the shape of her mouth. ...
Author’s note: I wrote this novel out of sexual frustration during the months I spent working on an A.I.D. project in Oman, an extremely conservative Islamic state (no bars, movies, or extra women). It is copyrighted and is intended only for the private use of the readers. I would enjoy hearing from you. Chapter 1 – Bromfield’s Temptations Louise’s bra had disappeared while she was in the kitchen freshening our drinks. Her swollen, shapely bosom had come alive, jiggling and swaying under an...
Chapter 3 — Bromfield’s Temptations A Real Swap I reached for the little woman. She came easily, even eagerly, into my arms and raised her pouty mouth for a warm, wet, open-mouthed kiss. I hugged her close, my partly erect cock pressing into her soft belly. She squirmed against it. Then she pulled her head back, and looking up at me she said softly, ‘Hi.’ ‘Do you want to stay here, or should we go in the other room?’ I asked. With a final glance at the crouch where my wife was...
Synopsis: Tonight, the girls have gone downtown to try their luck. Jim followed them into the hotel and watched as they picked up their first customers of the night. Meanwhile, someone was standing behind Jim. Chapter 12: The Virgin Stripper Su Lin stood behind me, a happy, welcoming smile on her face. She looked good. The form fitting red minidress she wore complemented her honey complexion, vivid makeup and black hair. I invited her to sit down and signalled to the waitress. ‘I’m glad to...
Synopsis: In the last chapter, Jim and Bette accepted an invitation to a weekend swing party. The party continues: * * * * * Bridget grinned at me. ‘I do love to pet a man’s bum, I do,’ she said in her lilting accent. She was lushly, gloriously, naked. She happily crawled up my body and offered her right breast to my mouth. ‘Is this what you wanted, then?’ she asked. ‘Yes, dear,’ I said, ‘but let me catch my breath, first. That little girl drained me.’ ‘Yes, she does that,’ Bridget agreed....
Synopsis: Jim’s having second thoughts about his impulsive agreeing to become a partner in Satin Studios, mainly because of two strangers, men with many gangster characteristics who had attended Jim’s first board meeting. Carol gave him his first assignment. He (and Bette) were to recruit another attractive couple to join the Satin Studio swing parties. They have invited Sandra and Jeff to dinner. ***** After returning with the drinks — wine for Sandy, a liqueur for Jeff, and highballs for...
CHAPTER 1 Spring was bursting forth in great beauty on Kentland Farm that had been in Don ownership for eleven generations and the current owner – a grumpy attorney well-known in Boston – was the fifth Don going by the name of Smithfield. One of the many first sons bypassing the ridiculous name of Springfield had been named Donald Don, known as Don Don. He was the current landowner’s late father. Smithfield Don had a number of loves, mostly other men’s wives or daughters but his most...
Pumping. Thumping. Jumping. The sun shone on the fields and on the grass as Kirsten jumped and swung and swirled in the mass of other revelers at the festival. Around her the sounds of trance and house bounced and beat and thumped and pumped, as she and the others jumped and boogied and grooved and moved. Behind her and on both sides was a sea of dancers, absorbed like herself into the music, letting it take them where it wanted, interpreted by many different wavy hand motions and frantic...
My name is Maggie, and my husband Ed and I were living and working in Pennsylvania at the start of this story. He is 30 years old and I am 28, and Ed has been working in the oil fields since he got out of high school. He has been a wireline operator for the last eight years. I earned an associate’s degree in computer technology and have been working as a computer support manager at a small manufacturing company. We are making good money, with Ed earning $80,000 per year, and my salary is...
Enter a small town in a time where it was still important to memorize their neighbors' home phone numbers, street lights coming on were the signal to get home, and the sheriff knew every one on a first-name basis. It has been a turbulent couple of months on these unassuming streets. Kids that aren't so young anymore are going off to college or are soon to be. Decades-long relationships are fading and reigniting, while many new sparks are flaring. Families that have known each other for many...
Pumping. Thumping. Jumping. The sun shone on the fields and on the grass as Kirsten jumped and swung and swirled in the mass of other revelers at the festival. Around her the sounds of trance and house bounced and beat and thumped and pumped, as she and the others jumped and boogied and grooved and moved. Behind her and on both sides was a sea of dancers, absorbed like herself into the music, letting it take them where it wanted, interpreted by many different wavy hand motions and frantic...
Group SexStandard warning and disclaimer: All characters are fictional. If you see yourself, buy a new mirror. Contains subjects some people may find offensive. If you are one of them, why are you reading this? Protect your kids. If you are worried about them reading this sort of material, please censor free speech and use a safe surfing program such as net nanny. Or better yet, teach them early and lovingly to understand and accept different lifestyles. Before they learn they from bad...
Standard warning and disclaimer: All characters are fictional. If you see yourself, buy a new mirror. Contains subjects some people may find offensive. If you are one of them, why are you reading this? Protect your kids. If you are worried about them reading this sort of material, please censor free speech and use a safe surfing program such as net nanny. Or better yet, teach them early and lovingly to understand and accept different lifestyles. Before they learn from bad...
I had been to the Huddersfield porno cinema all day. I was sucking and wanking around 30- 40 guys in there. The guys like watching porn and then going into the rpivate rooms with me. I would suck and wank and then let them finger my sweet arse for hours. As i left the cinema for a break, I walked onot the street and wanted fresh cock. I was bored of the middle aged guys all wankers sweaty and filty from masturbating for hours to hardcore pornographic films. I walked down the back street and saw...
Smithfield Walters was pumping away on top of Bernice, his boss's receptionist. The two were in a supply closet and he had her bent over one of the smaller filing cabinets. "Yeah, Smitty! Keep doing that!" Bernice whispered with a grunt. "You... you're so amazing... keep doing that!" Smitty had his hands around Bernice's breasts, and was kneading them roughly. Her nipples seemed very sensitive, Smitty noticed. Despite the fact that Bernice always wore frumpy outfits, Smitty long...
Edited by Mirabeau Pumping. Thumping. Jumping. The sun shone on the fields and on the grass as Kirsten jumped and swung and swirled in the mass of all the other revellers at the festival. Around her the sounds of trance and house bounced and beat and thumped and pumped, as she and the others jumped and boogied and grooved and moved. Behind her and on both sides was a sea of dancers, absorbed like herself into the music, letting it take them where it wanted, interpreted by many different wavy...
© C.B. Summers 2011 Notes— My thanks and appreciation to Literotica author Laurie, for loaning me her character, Lindsey Foster. This story is as much inspired by Laurie, as it is by her characters. I am greatly in her debt. Lindsey’s sister, husband, daughter and mother are also Laurie’s creations. I conceived this story as a way for Lindsey Foster to meet Laurie Bonner from my story, Delayed Action (by the way, Laurie Bonner was named Laurie before I met Laurie the author). Along the way I...
You are a genius. All your life you've been smarter than everyone else you've ever known. You've never really known why, all knowledge just seems to come easier to you. You've always loved science and chemistry and always naturally understood it where others have had problems with it, to the point where you've actually understood it better than your actual teachers. But unlike most young geniuses who are all over-achievers and pompous jerks, you have always been very humble about your...
Sorry for long time absence havent got the time to sit down and write lately. Venue: The KingName: Number ... cant remember but she have a tomboyish look . Race: PoppiahFace 6/10Age: Didnt askLook: GND lookBoobs:Firm not too big not to small Body:Slender and muscle am loving it. Ass: Curvy meat at the right place. Pussy: No smell and clean shavenBBBJ:Yes Deep ThroatDFK: Peck on the lipsCB:Yes all overDATY:YES Did 69HJ: Didnt askFJ: 8/10MOAN:Soft moan but not fake . like it very...
Foreword: This is one of my first erotic stories. Alas, as much as I wish it had, this never happened. This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories,...
I did explore the acacias in the morning. Digging by their roots I uncovered a number of witchety grubs with which I half-filled my hat. Logan ate one and pronounced it "fine," but it wasn't my thing. So I dry-fried the remainder and we had them for lunch. I was unlucky in my hunt for vegetable tucker. Logan said my search had been "fruitless," but I was too hot to appreciate his jokes. In the following days he found several more frogs, but no Spencer's. The lizards were quite...
‘All the Worlds a stage and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.’ William Shakespeare A Young Boy Remembers – The best Guitar Player I Never Heard! I still remember that summer day. It was hot, almost stifling in my Grandparent’s modest living room. Out of boredom, I had picked up my Aunt Jeannie’s guitar and was idly fooling around with it, picking the third string once, and then sounding the second string...
Author’s Note: This story is set in the 1930’s before Vatican II. It is a love story between a Roman Catholic priest and a woman he comes to love while he was in Rome, Italy. If this type of story offends you, read no further. If you like a love story, then enjoy. Thanks to my best friend and soul sister for all your help. Rita Remembers Chapter 1 Mrs. Rita Thompson was a middle age Korean War widow. Her husband had been an Air Force colonel when his plane was shot down over the seas off of...