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My Step-Daughter the Tease
Marie and I married three years ago when her daughter, Gabby, was in high school. She and I weren't the best of friends, but we got along.
From what I understand, Gabby had always been close with her father. She considered him her best friend. Then one day he up and ran off. It caught Gabby and Marie so off guard that they filed a missing persons report....

Hey guys I need to confess something which happened with my bestie a while ago. One weekend I went to the beach with my friend Nikki. She loves to party and go out to bars and clubs, she's definitely one of my more wild friends so I should've known it would lead to a wild adventure. I also love to party of course....

(I know nothing of Native American culture or history. This is erotic Fiction.)
My name is Nadeen. I was born male but now am something different. I'm 19 now, and I'll tell you about my last year, up to today.
After my 18th year, I sleep with a man. Then another. And another. Several. A dozen. The elders call me in. They ask me if I am being coerced....

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

The room smoldered.
Jazz crooned in the background--slow, lazy sax over a deep bassline. The air was thick with oudh, smoky and sweet, clinging to sweat-slicked skin and aching moans. I couldn't move--my wrists were strapped tight to the headboard, the silk restraints now damp from where I'd pulled. The blindfold made every second feel like forever, every breath she took louder than thunder....

Feeding The Baby
Brenda, Mother, 38
Ian, son, 18
Vicki, baby, a few months old
Single mother Brenda had a fling and got pregnant. A simple fact. It wasn't her fault for wanting some companionship and, well, let's be honest... some sex. Actual sex, and not just her usual fun with the vibrating plastic. EVERYBODY needs sex....

This is a story of fiction. All characters are over 18 plus. Please enjoy.
This is the final installment of this story.
Thank You.
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It's been 2 days since my brother left. When my father came home from his business trip, I was just glad the danger Nathan and I had tiptoed closer to, was now in the rear-view mirror. The shame and anxiety I've been saddled with has not let up. Living with this terrible secret is becoming unbearable. My brother knows about daddy and me. He knows my ...

Lot's Incestuous Children, Part Eight

Present day
After Jane and Iris' enjoyable, and somewhat stimulating Tuesday night meeting, early next morning on Wednesday, she found the notes taken at the symposium two years before. Jane also found Dr. Leslie Wilder's contact information, the psychologist who'd given the very informative, and eye-opening lecture on recent incest trends....

As tired and sore as she felt, Holly was excited with the way the bookshop she inherited from her father was coming along. Several months before, a massive stroke took him without warning. He was barely sixty, and she decided to make some renovations and keep his business going. She was also expanding to include a café and also opening up a small part of the second floor to expand the retail space her father had only used for storage. There was still plenty of storage space in the building's basement, plus ...

This story is the second in the Baseball Affair saga. My 60+ year old sister & I have continued the affair we started while on a road trip visiting baseball parks.
Typically for a sports team, being at home is considered an advantage. My Sister Wendy and I, having returned home after a week-long road trip during which we kicked off a sexual relationship, were not sure what our record was going to be....

Pristine Pussy Pleasing Palace 02 Sequel
Rolling On The River
Prologue:
This Billyslate Story PPPP 02 Sequel is a Red-Hot Lesbian Love and Romance Sex tale. It's a Sex-Driven Deviation from my usual storyline(s), which are more plot-focused and nearly always include children.
I may occasionally write this or similar type stories as a change of pace. No Children or Family scenes are a primary part of the storyline, except for mostly background purposes....

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All participants in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen.
This is the fourth chapter in a five part series. It is the follow-up series to Mrs. Mandalucci, but is also a stand-alone series in every way. The tone of this series is more raunchy than romantic. Not just anal, but lesbian interactions, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes may all occur. A total sexfest. If that's your sort of thing, then have a read and enjoy the ride....

'So you really think we owe our brain capacity to extraterrestrial interference?' Ursula asks, Herbert nods, he's once again riding his hobbyhorse.
'It must be,' he says, 'the discrepancy between our intellectual capacities and the rest of the animal world is so staggeringly huge, it can never be the result of normal evolution.'...

I was twenty-six and just back from a deployment in the bad country. My wife Madison lay naked beside me. When Buba came in. He calmly undressed and slid smoothly into bed. Maddies head snapped around and our eyes met.
"David he has his hand on my bare breast."
"Is he pulling on your nipple?"
"Yes he is."...

Eventually, my butt and back got sore from sitting on the floor, so I gathered up some of the plates around me to throw away and announced that I was going to head off to the hot tub to soak for a bit. My wife said she would join me, and we both headed to the kitchen to throw the plates away, grab another drink, and then head out to the back patio....

This story is a continuation of Waiting TO BE TAKEN BY A BLACK COCK and TAKEN BY A BLACK COCK CH.2. It contains non concent, fetish, some violence, rape, incest, interracial and use and abuse. Crystal becomes addicted to the rough use and abuse, realizes thar she is a sex slut and loves being used and abused! I hope you like it, if not, please feel free to not read it, thank you!????...

Thank you for the likes and feedback on part one. I had intended it being a single part but when I opened my mind to more, I found this story and loved writing it. I have some references to historically correct persons of the age but this isn't a history story and I've made my own universe in that timeline. The same goes for use of addressing Lords and Ladies, my story, my rules. I hope you enjoy, more story than sex but I promise it's in there! All straight sex, all over 18....

Note: This is a rewrite to hopefully improve on the originally submitted version.
I'm Brent and I've been married to Diana for fifteen years, and we have a great sex life. I have short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a good build for being forty-three years old.
My wife Diana has shoulder length black, hazel eyes, droopy C-cup tits, and a great build for being forty-one years old....

The Black Nanny
Finally, finally he entered me. He had spent a good twenty minutes between my legs, licking me. I loved it when Michael, my husband, pampered me like that. His tongue was so nimble and sensitive that he effortlessly brought me to climax again and again, nearly driving me wild. I writhed beneath him, ran my fingers through his hair, lifted my bottom off the sheets, moved to meet him, took him in as deep as possible, wrapped my legs around him and constantly urged him on: "Yes, darling, lic...

Young and ambitious Chloe goes down the rabbit hole of Chasticorp, a company selling high-tech chastity products for women. This sci-fi tale is inspired by the old Chasti Permalock stories, but much more lighthearted.
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Chapter 1
Chloe stood behind the counter of the food truck. Quarter past noon, rush hour. It was scorching hot right next to the deep fryer, and her sweaty shirt clung to her skin. She was taking orders, handing out food and drinks, working through the long line that always formed a...

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTIONAL story that will contain incest. It will be told from the first person perspective, do not mistake this for a confession or a genuine re-telling. I do not endorse, condone, or have an interest in real incest, I just love the stories.
The summer following my 18th birthday was the best of my life, for that was the summer I lived with my aunt Nicole. My birthday fell one month before I graduated highschool and my parents were none too happy about my decision to take a year's b...

Claire moves like she's underwater--slow, deliberate, her gaze locked on mine as if peeling away layers with each sway of her hips. She undresses one piece at a time, not for show, but for power. When she straddles me, her bare skin grazing mine, her lips press against my neck like a secret.
I want to stop her. I want to ask where Sarah is. But I don't. I can't....

The faint scent of drying gloss lingered in the air around her, the clean scent of brand new rubber mats contrasting it with a dull, plastic like smell. Natural light poured through the small high window, catching the edge of her new yoga mat and the gleam of polished concrete. Her activewear sat folded on the corner of the bench, new, fresh, unworn....

After my buddy once again left me on my bed, spread like a starfish, hard as a rock with his dried nut on my face, I didn't immediately get up. Rather, I stuck my index finger, wet with some of his cum, into my hungry asshole and pleasured myself for a long while. It felt amazing to slide inside myself using another man's sperm. Scooping more of it off my forehead into my palm and spreading it around my rim had a profoundly incredible way of turning me on. It felt so good to penetrate and flood my insides w...

Mardi Gras 2010
This story recounts what I would call a peak of bravery regarding public exposure for me. My wife and I have been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans for the past 3 years straight. I had decided quite a while back that this would be the year to really push the envelope, and wear a costume of some kind that was very skimpy, very sexy. About 3 weeks before we were to take off, my wife informed me that her parents were going to join us! I absolutely crashed on the idea. Here I was planning on spend...

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, depicting sexual situations between consenting adults at least eighteen years of age.
I was hanging out over at Russ Layne's house one Friday night. Russ was one of my closest friends and I was often at his house. He lived with just his dad, who was really cool and didn't give us a hard time about what time we came in. Russ's house, over the course of our high school years, became the default party house for a moderately sized core of friends and acquaintan...

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On my way to an urgent meeting in the Bronx, I questioned the irritating and routine circuit I followed every week. Over the bridge, stuck for hours on the Cross Bronx, on and on and on inhaling exhaust fumes. I needed a change. Just for grins, I revisited the metro of days long past. Walking the long tunnels and the small underground bridge, the mild, stale urine aromas made me nostalgic -- and dizzy. I'm so happy this was so well cleaned since my l...

We married young, my wife and I. I was twenty, she was nineteen. She wasn't a virgin on our marriage bed, but she said I was her third, and I believed her. The year was 1968 when, first, we got married and, second, I got drafted. We knew each other for less than six months before we moved from the Midwest to Colorado, where we lived together for another two months before grabbing a couple of friends, walking down to City Hall, finding a judge, and getting married. We were, you see, young, stupid, and in lov...

How we write.
Bill:
It was just after dinner when Mary said that we really needed to get writing on the story that we were working on, reminding me that our publisher's deadline was fast approaching. She told me to prepare our writing space while she took care of a few things. She gave me a heated kiss before scampering off to the bedroom....

Louis lay on the floor of the parlour, dripping with sweat. He was surrounded by seven beautiful women sitting on fine couches, and the room was silent.
Louis' mind was in a turmoil. Flashes of nightmares and memories intruded his hazy thoughts, and he could not shake the impulse to stand up, to run away and flee the old mansion. He knew in his soul that he was in grave danger, but he could not take his eyes of the beautiful, mysterious woman before him. Louis could not turn his gaze away from the Marqui...