Cute Girls

Sarah and Callie watched the live fuck show together from the stairs, feeling their pussies sloshy with their own cum, stifling their laughs with their fists to their mouths. Jumping up and running, they made it to the top of the stairs before they lost control of their giggling. Holding their stomachs and dripping pussies, the stumbled back to Sarah’s bedroom where they found Alicia sitting on a bean bag chair, her head thrown back. They could see that she felt ashamed from watching the spectacle. What they didn’t see was her thrashing her pussy on the living room floor, her pants around her knees as she gushed onto her hands and the carpet. And they couldn’t possible see that she was also feeling the cool wetness in her crotch of her cream that soaked into her cotton panties. (more…)

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I awoke, confused, to the sounds of nearby sex, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. ‘Where am I?’ I thought. Then it suddenly came back to me, the wonderful, lust-filled night I had spent with Sharon and Jim. I rolled my head to the side and saw the source of the sounds. Jim was fucking Sharon doggy style on the other side of the bed. From the sounds she was making it was evident that he was doing a very good job of it. I laid there watching, enjoying my voyeuristic reverie until the pressure on my bladder forced me to leave the warmth and comfort of the bed. (more…)

Heather pulled the back door closed and returned to the lounge chairs she and her mom had set up near the in-ground pool. She put down the pitcher of margaritas between them and handed her mother a full glass of the frosty concoction before settling into her seat and reaching for her own glass. “Anyway, I felt like such a bitch when I realized that I had left this guy standing in the bar and totally forgot to give him my number.”

“Wait a second. Let me get this straight.” Mom pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. “You manage to screw an incredibly hot, unbelievably sweet guy in a bar bathroom,” she paused to take a sip from her glass. “But you didn’t shoot him and bag him right there?” Her mother shook her head in dismay. “Hell hun, the least you could’ve done is brought him home for Mommy to play with.” (more…)

The bar was its usual sticky hot, the ceiling fans inadequately trying to breathe fresh air on our warm bodies. The heat lent to more trips to the bar than usual, and tonight I was really feeling the rhythm, loading up on gin and tonics, downing them in my trip from the bar’s edge to the middle of the dance floor. It had been weeks since we last spoke. I missed seeing you every night at the bar, shooting the shit, staring at each other, me catching whiffs of your cologne and perspiration. For what must have been a month straight, I would get drunk there at the bar, talking to you and pretending to be concerned with mingling with all the other dykes, but always returning to you at the bar, your sly half-mouth grin and half-closed eyes knowing what I was doing, what I wanted. (more…)

After our get together I did not hear from Rich for five days. I was as horny as I have ever been. I fantasized about somehow hooking up with Audrey and Rich. Her kiss had spoken volumes to me at least in my imagination. Maybe my fantasies were sending me unclear and unrealistic expectations.

As I later found out he was visiting family and showing Audrey around. When Rich did call me he said he wanted to know if I wanted to get together with him and Audrey for a maybe a dinner. He asked me if I was dating anyone who I could bring along and I said that I was not seeing anyone on a steady basis. He mentioned that he wanted to take Audrey to New York and possibly attend a Broadway play. He said that Audrey wanted to see a Broadway play called The Producers. He said he tried the ticket outlets but that there was a six month wait. I told him that I had a source for tickets and I said I would try to get at least two tickets. It was difficult on such short notice to get tickets for a hit such as The Producers. He said to me that if I could get tickets that I should try to get three as he would like me to come to the theatre with them as well. At the time it was a nearly impossible ticket to get but my source came through and I secured three seats in the orchestra section. When I told Rich the news he expressed his gratitude. He said that he and Audrey were going to go to New York City on the day before the play as he wanted to show her the sights. He said they were going to stay at a hotel in the city. I told him that I would meet them at the hotel bar for a drink and then we could walk to the theatre. (more…)

This was it. The delicious instant before the penetration. That fantastic millisecond when the tip of his circumcised cock was resting gently in the folds of my spread labia and he was about to thrust into me.

He was waiting for me to say the magic word.

He’d been kissing me. He’d kissed me gently. He’d kissed me strongly. He’d kissed me thoroughly and I’d kissed him back. Hungrily, passionately and urgently. I’d tasted him and urged him to taste me. He’d nibbled all down my throat and across my breasts. He’d taken each of my nipples into his mouth and gently sucked them. Then he’d sucked them firmly. Then he’d sucked them strongly and I’d moaned and arched and gasped and demanded more. He’d sucked my nipples out into long points with his mouth and released them with a plop. Each time my pussy had rewarded me with a mighty spasm and I was riding higher and higher with every kiss. He’d taken my nipple into his mouth and bitten me with his teeth. Quite gently. And my mind had screamed at him for more. I wanted him to bite me fiercely. Strongly. I knew that he would tease me like this. I knew that later, when he wanted to make me come, he would bite my nipple again. Hard. I would want him to. Very hard. (more…)

“Authors’ Note: The following is a narrative of a purely fictitious encounter … we think. The authors have used their user ID’s for the Literotica site but there is no proof that the events of this narrative actually occurred … or not. Use your imagination, dear reader, and decide for yourself what’s real.”

*Techsan:*

We had met online at an adult website called Literotica. It was quite by accident that we met because there were literally thousands of people who used the website, either for reading stories, posting stories they had written, looking for erotica or simply chatting with other adults without being concerned about whether or not they were “politically correct.” At first it was just innocent chatter about anything and everything, most of it with a sexual overtone but some of it just humorous nonsense. (more…)

“Many thanks to Literotica author ‘englander1961′ for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author ‘KY ridgerunner’ for the stories that planted the idea in my head months ago. A belated and much overdue thanks to John Hasty for his peerless editing. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes. (more…)

I was awoken by the unique feeling of two mouths playing with my penis. I had not been asleep long. Their hair was still wet from their shower. I looked down and saw Candy and Maya giving me a double blowjob, I had not had one of those in years. So I relaxed and enjoyed it. They continued for a few minutes, their tongues meeting often as they played with the head of my dick. I had opened my eyes and finally they noticed. Maya was first, she smiled and continued her attentions; soon Candy also became aware that I was now awake, she smiled, but never stopped. (more…)

She crossed her legs, right over left, then recrossed them, left over right. Shifting in the hair, she tapped her index finger against her chin, thinking, planning, desperately trying to quell the wicked nervousness that was clawing at her stomach. Droplets of water still clung to her skin from the hot shower she’d just taken, and she’d wound a thick towel around her head to hold up her soaking-wet hair.

“You can back out, “she thought, sighing at herself in disgust. “No, no… I want to go. Yes, I want to go. Ok. What am I going to wear? I have to get moving if I’m going to make that plane.” (more…)