Yang Meets Mr. Samson

-------------- I previously wrote these stories over twenty years ago and after many years reading stories on Literotica I have decided to start posting my own. After these are posted I will start working on new ones. I did very little revising or editing to these stories. Mostly minor changes in grammar and punctuation, sentence structure, and readability. -------------- Her First Gang Bang 3 - More Than They Bargained For *** Dave had followed his wife across town and now he was beginning to regret it. He was hidden and peering into a window as her younger lover embraced her. Liz was a beautiful 32-year-old woman, mother and wife, who apparently had a very secret life. Ed roughly pulled Liz to him, mashing his lips to hers. Wrapping her arms around him Liz tried to pull his whole body into her. Feeling his strong hands on her ass pulling her against his crotch she rubbed herself against his erection. She was wearing a white sleeveless summer blouse and a short pleated green skirt. ...

"Quick, draw these on your body. I've found a way for us," commanded Ava handing Adam a paper covered in archaic runes and some jarred dark smelly paste. Ava began to strip down in front of her brother while painting similarly archaic looking runes on her body. Adam, like so many of Ava's schemes, went along. She was his sister and he too deeply desired a means to be with her that society would accept. Ever since both shared a small apartment in college to save money they have been fucking like rabbits. Dorm prices went up, cheap apartments became the rage. The only issue was no cool air for those 100 degree days. After a few nights of undergarments only, one thing led to another and Adam was exploring his sister's lady garden with his prick. Now in Ava's senior year, Adam is working for a PR marketing firm and they want to be accepted as a couple. Their love, in and out of the sack, goes beyond just siblings having a fling. "Listen, when I light this c...

6 Trinity. The village's name was emblazoned in spray paint on a billboard. Half of a smiling baby's face, weathered and cracked, was all that remained of the original advertisement. Her leash had been removed as soon as the village came into view, and she now stood at his side. For reasons that had been made dreadfully clear in the past, outward signs that she was his slave were best concealed when dealing with strangers. She tried not to fidget as her master banged his fist on the flimsy, plywood gate. Villages along the road were few and far between. She'd long ago stopped thinking in miles. Now, it was days. Walking, they averaged about a month's separation. The rationale made sense: close enough to trade, far enough to discourage hostilities. A month on the road in their new world was wrought with hardships besides the very obvious night danger. Why risk it to fight with your neighbors? A man with a round, puffy face poked his head out from the top of the ten foo...

What do you know about strip poker? Right. What in hell is there to know? When you were a kid, a teenager, it was an off-color joke. Presumably, people did do it. And, yes, it was intriguing, but how do you get invited? Now, all those guys who were adolescents in the 1950s, 1960's, and so on, are lamenting all that they missed. Erotic daydreams. Fantasies. And on the internet, where the biggest pot of gold is pornography, you can view hundreds of videos of strip poker. You can participate, too, for a monthly fee, in a live online strip poker. Yes, for the right price real girls will strip and pretend to be alarmed and embarrassed to slip off their bras and panties. All the fantasies I encounter, all the tales of illicit sex, become in me a need to do them. I had some of strip poker at the high-school academy in Connecticut and even in college—a few fraternity parties. The thrill is exhibition, and its darling, voyeurism, and the hope that the game would end in an orgy. I was the ...

After nearly a year of separation and divorce proceedings, fifty-five year old Wayne Brown was finally free of that woman. He could think of no better way to celebrate than to fuck his new bitch. Alas that would have to wait because there still a couple hundred miles left until he could pull over at a truck stop. The man with the cool, deep brown complexion with a silvery undertone glanced over at his passenger. He adjusted his crotch with one hand as he spied the somewhat androgynous slut apply lip gloss to his pouty lips. They'd been augmented to almost but not quite cartoonish proportions. Wayne loved the result. And it'd been two weeks since he planted his nut deep inside the sissy. Wayne spent twenty years in the Army before retiring and taking up over-the-road trucking. He enjoyed the alone time. It saved him from constant arguing with his wife. Well ex-wife now. But that never stopped her from bitching whenever he was at home. It was the unrelenting nagging that had fi...

Jack went alone to Church on Sunday; mum thought he would speak more freely if she weren't there. Jack saw Tom and Claire, he also saw Joyce, she winked at him, last night she had been very hot, she hadn't been summoned, that was three weeks in a row that she had not been to his study. Then May arrived in Church; she sat beside Jack. She smiled and acknowledged Jack as she sat beside him. Jack then thought back to seven weeks after the Friday Church Disco when Joyce had caught Jack and Beth at it. Jack hadn't seen Beth but had spoken to her. She had confessed her sins, as instructed by Joyce. She was given absolution and told to be a better girl. Beth had messaged Jack to say that her period was due, she was hot, could he come to her house on Friday at seven. Jack arrived, and Beth took him straight to her bedroom. Jack noticed that May was in the house; he had heard her on the phone. They were both naked within seconds of getting into Beth's bedroom. Jack said, ...

I met Julie at Sully's Bar in Boston. She was cute, so I decided to strike up a conversation with her. "Hi, my name is Steve." "I'm Julie." "Hi Julie, nice to meet you. You like kind of young to be able to buy alcohol." "Haha, I'm 22," said Julie. "Nice, do you work here in Boston?" "No, I'm a college student." "No kidding? That's great. What's your major?" "I'm studying accounting. My goal is to become a CPA." "Have you done an internship?" "No, I haven't." "An internship can be just as important as the degree. I'm actually a CPA and I could use an intern. Do you think you might be interested?" "That's nice of you but I'll have to think about it." "Sure, I understand." We had a few drinks together and I gave the address to my office and told her to stop by anytime if she decides to pursue the internship. I reall...