Who's the Bigger Fool?

Hannah curled and flicked her fiery auburn hair over one shoulder after tossing her flannel shirt into the laundry basket. Unclasping a black lacy bra and freeing her impressively perky double d breasts, Kate shied away, eyes firmly locked onto the wooden floor. Hannah's pierced nipples pushed through the thin fabric of the white tank top as she pulled it pulled on. Putting her hair up into a messy bun, she grinned at Kate's embarrassment at seeing her naked. "Come on, you've seen a pair of tits before." She jokes, slumping down onto the bed next to Kate. "Yeah, my own is enough for me." She snaps back, cheeks flushing red. The two high school seniors sat with their missing friend Miranda's phone in between them. After the park had been closed off by the sheriff, Hannah and Kate had snuck in and found the crash site. They'd bolted after being spooked by a pair of patrolling officers. "We should've just handed it in to the police.&qu

Byron was around 24 or 25 and he worked as a waiter at a nice restaurant. I'd come in to dine with a business client. Byron served us and made eyes at me all night. I immediately thought about what I wanted to do to him. I got up to go to the men's room. He saw me and followed me in. I locked the door behind him. He tried to slide up on me and kiss me. Umm, no. This young man is my server. He's going to serve me right now. I grabbed him and pushed him up against the counter. He got that hot, needy look in his eyes. I grabbed his package, still in his work pants, and I held him in place with my tight grip. I loomed over him until he was leaning back over the sink and then I told him, in graphic detail, what was going to happen. He nodded and I released his dick. He sagged for a second but I grabbed him, spun him around until he was pinned between me and the counter again, looking into the mirror, at the reflection of me behind him. He put one hand on the mirror to support

Author's note: special thanks to editor EditingAlix for helping me get this story to a state worthy of being published on Literotica. I first met Candalyn at a church outing for college newlyweds. She liked to talk and was very approachable. She didn't wear high heels, no red lipstick, and didn't need large curls in her hair. Instead, she wore a nice pencil skirt, white blouse, and just a touch of make-up. The words plain and pretty seemed to fit her well. On top of that, she always made my wife Wendy and I feel at ease in conversations. I never felt judged or looked down upon when talking to Candalyn and her husband Dave. We invited them over to our apartment one evening to play cards. She dressed plainly and prettily as always but tonight with a little twist. Her top was a deeper cut than she would ever wear at church, her hair was down and straightened, and she either didn't wear a bra or she was wearing a soft one. Sitting at a small card table close to her for an

Disclaimer: The following is a piece of fiction. Fiction (in case you don't know) means it's made up, not real, a bunch of lies. The characters in the story are all fictional too, meaning they don't exist. While non-existent, if they existed and had an age they would be over 18. Furthermore, since the characters aren't real they can't possibly be harmed by the stuff they do or that happens to them in the story. This would not be true in reality, meaning you should not think you can do the same things safely, legally, or ethically in real life. Just because bullets bounce off Superman (he's fictional) that doesn't mean they're going to bounce off you, got it? If you believe that the things fictional characters do in a pornographic story are a valid guide to behavior in the real world, then you have much bigger psychological problems than a story could ever cause and you should stop reading this and seek medical help immediately. His first flight got d

Chapter 37 -- Harem of the Dragonborn * * * * * Six months after the Blight... Leliana lasted a month before she moved into our bedroom. Once that happened, the other girls would occasionally join us, or I would go visit them for an evening. Sometimes I'd join one of them for an afternoon, sometimes for nothing more than sex, other times for a cuddle and a conversation. It depended on their mood, as I was happy for either. There was also a slight hierarchy now. Leliana was obviously number one, as all were aware, considering she now slept in our room. Solona and Natia were definitely next in line, as they were complete opposites. Solona was nothing but sweetness personified, most of the time bounding into the bedroom whenever I was waiting for her, happy half the time simply to fall asleep in my arms with nothing more than a kiss. Natia was a sexual dynamo, and I walked out of her room any morning after an evening with her utterly exhausted but with an enormous smile. We explored

56: Saturday July 25, 2043 1800 hours CST: Easy Cum, Easy Go Zach took Colette and Anming with him to Ayana's house to help with the breeding. Khushi met them at the door. Ayana was arm-in-arm with her, stoned out of her mind. "Kiss me Zach!" she shouted. He gave her a friendly peck on the lips. She giggled and chided, "You can do better than that." He leaned in and gave her a wet kiss, no tongue. She growled, "More!" He went for it. They lashed tongues for a few seconds. She backed away, laughing gleefully like he had tickled her. "But that's not all!" Ayana declared. "Yes, tell me now," she said to Khushi. Khushi began whispering in her ear. Whisper. Ayana asked, "Do you like my wet cunt, Zach?" "Yes," Zach replied. Whisper. Ayana asked, "Does it feel good on your cock when my wet cunt grips you?" "Yes." Whisper. "Look, it's working. You like pushing your cock into my wet cunt