It started out as a series of, what were at the time, seemingly unconnected events. I went out of my way to avoid Jumal and Gloria when the three of us were in the house together, but sometimes you just can’t avoid loud. It was on one of those rare nights when I was in the den playing Hearts on the computer. The den is just off the dinning room and Jumal and Gloria were sitting at the dinning room table and I don’t believe that they knew I was in the den.
They were arguing and their voices grew louder and louder as they continued to argue. I didn’t get it all, but the gist of it was that Jumal expected to be her second husband once I was out of the picture. Gloria on the other hand, did not see it that way. Her point being that the reasons she couldn’t marry him in the first place would still be there even after I was gone. I think she shocked me just as much as she shocked Jumal when she stated that it just would not be socially acceptable for her to marry him. Where it went from there I have no idea because Jumal got up and stormed out of the house and I wasn’t around when they next talked about it. Read the rest of this entry »
“This was an easy story to write. I like Christmas and I believe that things happen during that season and especially on Christmas Eve that could not happen any other time. It is certainly not a time for bitterness or revenge. I hope you feel the same way.”
“Rather than post this in a series of chapters, I chose to post it all at once. It is long, so you may want to download and read later. Thanks.”
“Angel Love edited and made some suggestions that I wisely included. Thanks to her for making the story better. ” Read the rest of this entry »
“This story is a result of feedback from a reader of an earlier story of mine about seniors. He suggested this one about an elderly white lady having sex with her even older long-time black employee. As most stories on Literotica it’s completely fiction, this time told from the male’s viewpoint.”
I’m black. Negro. Nigger. African American. Whatever some one wants to call it. That’s a defining part of my life. I mean, all things supposedly being equal, if you’re black you aren’t equal. Fact. Don’t bother arguing because I’ve lived through it. It was even worse for my parents. My father spent most of his life in jail. He wasn’t evil or particularly mean, he just did what he had to, to make a living. Which means much of it was illegal. I left school after eighth grade because I had to earn a living. So I’ve always worked. Not behind a desk or in an air conditioned office, I mean worked. At the end of a shovel or hammer or whatever. Yet, when all is said and done, I’ve had a pretty nice life. I’ve no serious complaints. And I’m now eighty one. Read the rest of this entry »
The highway seemed to stretch forever into the dark of this rainy night. I wrestled my motor home around countless curves, up and over seeming endless hills. I should have stopped for the night at the KOA in the last big town. But I thought at the time that it was too early to stop for the night. I didn’t realize at the time how the weather would turn so nasty so quickly.
The windshield wipers kept a steady rhythm in the night, fighting valiantly to keep the torrential rain from blinding me to the hazards of the road ahead. I squinted into the gloom and I decided to drop my speed another five miles per hour, this would reduce my forward momentum to forty-five mph but it would probably keep me on the road and pointed in the right direction. Read the rest of this entry »
“Please read Part I of The Scoutmasters Wife before reading this. It will make more sense and a more fulfilling reading experience.”
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I had a second window into the adult world that Saturday night. I had just experienced intimacy with an older woman, but now I had to make a difficult choice, the kind of choice adults often make. MaryAnn had called twice in my absence and wanted to go out that night. I wanted to go out, too, but Carol was waiting for me, almost begging to be fucked. But I sensed that MaryAnn and I would break up if I didn’t go. Plus, my mother was on MaryAnn’s side. She liked her. If I ducked out and went back to Carol’s my mom would be suspicious. And that might blow everything. I’d lose both. Read the rest of this entry »
“Wait,” I said, getting up and going to the cabinet above the sink. Toothpaste, mouthwash, aftershave…and yes! A bottle of hand lotion. Turning, I looked down at him, half-expecting him to be gone, for me to realize it was a dream and then wake up in my bed burning with shame.
It was no dream. He was watching me hungrily, one hand slowly stroking, twisting, sliding up over the head, pausing, and then back down to the base. My stomach was being accosted with what felt like a hailstorm of icy butterflies. Read the rest of this entry »
Tom lay in his tent recalling and reliving the last few weeks. It was here at the Island that he met Olive the 86 year old grandmother who had changed his life.
He had sheltered Olive and cared for her overnight during a sudden violent rain storm. That night with Olive culminated in her plan to teach him how to get laid. Olive declared him a virgin who needed help, and asked her daughters to help. “They helped,” Tom thought, “oh yes they helped.”
Never in Tom”s wildest dreams had he thought that his first time would be with a married woman and that shortly after he would repeat the experience with her older sister, who was also married. Read the rest of this entry »
My name is Karl and I’m 48 years old. Most men would consider my story a fantasy. I have been married for a number of years and have a stepdaughter, Janet, age 21. A couple of years ago Janet moved to another town to go to college and work part time, but she would visit nearly every weekend. But, with a boy friend, college and work, her visits became more infrequent. That changed about four months ago. She was coming over and asked if she could bring a friend with her since the drive was long and boring. My wife naturally said yes. Read the rest of this entry »
A pretty young woman is jilted by her intended lover and ends up drunk and in the arms of a man old enough to be her father. A long sensuous and erotic story that teases and unfolds sexily.
It was 2am she was more drunk than she had been since she was a teenager and the friendly goodnight kiss had escalated to a long passionate embrace. Rachel wondered how her evening had brought her here. She had planned to have sex tonight, but not with this man and certainly not here in the car outside her apartment. She felt horny as hell, the sweet pink hipster bikini panties she had worn to seduce Paul grew damp in anticipation. She found herself sinking into the passion of his sweet breathless kisses. Found her tongue exploring his mouth wantonly. She enjoyed his polite restraint knowing he wanted to run his hands over her small firm breasts. Knowing the lump in his pants was straining at the seams of his designer label suit pants. He was almost shaking with lust. The hem of her halter necked dress had slid upwards revealing a hint of her panties and the fact that she had deliberately not adjusted it would be enough signal to most younger men that she was aching to be touched. Read the rest of this entry »
Sunday morning, my phone rang. It was Mrs. Sherbitz. “Thomas! Would we be able to take a drive this morning! The day seems so nice, and I really don’t want to wait till this evening to see you. That is, if you do not have other pressing business to take care of?”
I smiled. Mrs. Sherbitz was always thinking that she was bothering me. “It’s funny that you would call me! I was just thinking that I would love to take a long drive with you in the country! Lets pack a small lunch and do it!”
An hour later, we were in the car driving up the interstate. I knew a few backcountry roads that had some nice secluded spots. One of them was breath taking! We chatted about this and that as we drove along. Read the rest of this entry »