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Heartwood Academy – Sweetheart Placements [FF] [lesbian] [passionate] [story heavy] [throuple] [series]

Hey there Heartwood fans (and people passing by!). I’m so sorry for being gone. I had a lot on my plate personally, and the story suffered because of it. I had a recent fire lit inside me to write by a very talented fellow literotica writer, so I made myself sit down and continue the story!

As always, stop by, say hey, and let me know what you thought! Mwah! ?

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The auditorium buzzed with conversation. Forty sweethearts fidgeted nervously in their chairs, all dressed in the traditional red plaid skirt and white cutoff top as they waited for someone to appear on the small stage. Three years at the academy lead to this, and soon we would all find out whether the next few years of our lives would be spent in a bikini next to a pool or taking cock nearly every waking moment. There were those of us that wanted the former, and some that wanted the latter. As the saying went, there truly was a Sweetheart for every home. Read more »

My Big Titty Goth GF is a Vampire [lesbian] [virgin] [nerd x vampire] [‘ruby’ necklace] [satire] [erotic…horror?]

MIRANDA LIKED ME!

Holy crow, Miranda liked me!!!

I pitched my backpack onto my bed, too excited to care about the ton of dog eared Anne Rice novels in my bag. (Even if I wasn’t excited, I wouldn’t have cared a whit about the textbooks.) I followed it, landing next to it with a whump on the wrinkled black quilt. Lying there, dressed in my jeans and oversized hoodie, I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Miranda didn’t care about the acne on my face. Miranda didn’t care that people thought I was weird.

Miranda, my best and only friend, thought I was wonderful.

I still remembered the first time I ever saw her. She was walking through the park, her long black dress disguising her feet, giving her the impression of gliding. I watched her from afar, way too scared to approach. Her skin was ghostly in the night, the full moon making her glow all the more. I must’ve been too obvious, for Miranda came over to me herself, her flowing black hair rippling in the non-existent wind. Her lips, ruby red, parted in a wide smile. “Come here often, pretty?” Read more »

[FM] I [24F] let my cousin’s hot teacher [26M] finger me in an empty classroom – Part 3, Final Part

Parts [one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gxk4m9/fm_i_24f_let_my_cousins_hot_teacher_26m_finger_me/) and [two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/he4y83/fm_i_24f_let_my_cousins_hot_teacher_26m_finger_me/).

Henry kicked the door closed behind us as soon as he carried me into his dark room, turning and pressing me against the wall next to the door. I ground my pussy against him as much as I could, moaning into his mouth as it recaptured mine. He broke the kiss as quickly as it started, moving his mouth down my neck until he reached my chest. His hands cupped my breasts over my clothing, and he kissed the soft skin there gently, reverently, before speaking. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“Bed?”

“Fuck yes.”

He moved his hands to my waist and hitched me up higher before stumbling over to the bed. He sat us down on it and laid back on the pillows so that I was straddling his lap in the center of the bed. Finally. I ground against him roughly, moving my body up and down his cock over our clothing. Henry’s hands gripped my ass under my dress, his fingers slipping under my panties to touch my bare skin. I sat upright, crossed my arms, and whipped my dress over my head. “I can’t see shit,” Henry whispered, “hang on.” Read more »

Breastfeeding that never stopped [FF] [Incest] [NC] [Nipple] [Lesbian]

I’m 30/F and my mother breastfed me for an abnormally long time.

She was a single mother for the majority of my life until I left for college. She was caring and supportive in every way as a parent. She encouraged my interests with enthusiasm and showed up to any recitals, video camera in hand. We didn’t always live in the best places, but we made due. I was raised to be diligent and hard-working because of the example she set, and everyone who knew her adored her.

But there was…just that thing we did. It literally started when I was a baby so it was completely normal for us. I think some part of me knew it was taboo because I never really told any of my friends. It’s not like my mom was lactating for my entire life.

Sometimes, to me, it felt like a ritual. Almost every night, after I was done with my evening bath or shower I’d go to my room to put on some panties and a robe or a long t-shirt. I walked through the cold hallway on our hardwood floor to her room. Usually by the time I got there I was ready for her warmth. She was almost always sitting in bed with just her nightstand lamp on, reading whatever romance novel she was on. If I visited her, it was never forced or compulsory, and we never really talked about it…but her door was always cracked. Read more »

[F]inally [f]ound what I’ve been missing

(Wanna get to the hot stuff? Skip to the *****.)

I’ve known I’m bi since I was 16, but heteronormativity and sequential boyfriends in my uni days meant I never got to do more than some makeout sessions. I think my favourite was with a girl a foot shorter than me, in front of a club, with the bouncers cheering us on…. The height difference meant I had a fabulous view of her bountiful cleavage, and she pressed up against me in very interesting ways.

But time moves on, through sixteen years of marriage, three children, and a sudden and unexpected separation. Right from the time he left, I declared I was done with men. I had a plan in mind, that I’d mark the anniversary of him leaving by finally getting lady-laid in a spectacular fashion.

Lockdown had other plans. The anniversary was spent alone with the Literotica lesbian section. By the end of lockdown in my country, I was bone-achingly lonely and touch-deprived. But on the bright side, the kids could go to their father’s again.

Repost WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 5 Lesbian Factor Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO TOYS)

“Group..” hold up two fingers still dripping with the aftermath of the I’ll fuck you for a passing grade groups question. “Well first off we think you should (hooking a finger in Clarissa’s collar ) be more comfortable (pulling on the fabric of the shirt as all the buttons popped open), nice tits butt are they real?” Instead of giving a pat on the back like the other team, the lesbians (including a pair of guys) joined in a group kiss. Looking down at her large breasts a shade of red colored her cheeks. “Yes.. they are real (squeezing her triple S’s together as she rocked forward) would you like to feel them (the blush in her cheeks went straight to red)? (What did I do??? I just call on the loud mouth to feel my tits..)” The question was out, “Now let’s see if Angie will.. Ohh my fuck..” Clarissa was thinking butt as soon as Angie went from groping to sucking. “Ohh my fuckkk, I’m.. I’m fucking cuMmming” Clarissa started to moan as the thought replayed in her mind. Mrs. Donavon wanted to speak, “What are you OooohOooohOooohOoooh my OooohOooohOooohOoooh fuckkk OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss..” collapsing on her desk, her free hand was called into action. Caressing her very own ass, pulling her little butt a part as the third orgasm rocked her body. Stroking Angie hair, pulling her in as a mini orgasm was blasting Clarissa’s mind. Butt things could not continue not without a counter, “I see a group kiss, what no honor amongst lesbians?” Angie was taken aback by this shameful statement. Marching into the group of seven, targeting her bitch. “Yes there is honor (pressing their lips together, Angie’s hands grabbing a handful of ass as their Kitty’s purred together) amongst us. Get on your knees and eat my pussy (giving a lustful kiss as her bitch sank) as you cannn.. Ooo yes (cupping the back of her head and pressing her against Angie’s cunt) Ooo Ooo fuckkk.. (her free hand shot out to grope the nearest tit)” Raking her nails against the tit, pinching the nipple until the second wave of pleasure passed. The shock final whore off, the butch finally moved in. Grabbing a handful of Angie’s hair, jerking it back as their lips collided. Drinking a long drought of water from Angie’s mouth, “Lick my cunt you slut.” Bending Angie backwards till her legs failed, a short fall onto the desk. “Now you are the perfect height” hiking her leg up till she was straddling Angie’s head. It did last that long before her hands clenched ahold of the next desk, her breathing was short, spazmatic at best. “Fuckkk.. (slapping her own ass) fuckkk.. fuckkk Mmmmmmmmm..” her hips bucked almost drowning Angie with the massive amount of cum. The other couples where already started on there own heavy petting, even a blow job was given. “Ooooh fuckkk Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm.. OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss!!!” Mrs. Donavon fourth orgasm was here. Using both hands, pumping her pussy with three fingers. Pumping her ass with two fingers, stretching her asshole so she could go for something a whole lot bigger.

Maid to Order [FF, Fdom, NC, Humil] (part 3/3)

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I finally arrived home at five Sunday morning. I remained in bed the entire day. I awoke with a headache and full blown depression. I became dangerously close to gulping down an entire bottle of aspirin. Fortunately I was a coward.

Arriving at work Monday morning my worst fear was realized. Sitting in the middle of my desk was a basket filled with cleaning items. Leaning against the basket was a sign…”Tool kit for a Maid.”

So now the entire office staff knew. Surprisingly, they were only aware of my role as a maid, not the sex involved. I spent the day going out of my way to avoid everyone.

After work, I went straight to Marlene’s apartment. She hadn’t asked me to drop by…I was drawn there by an inner need I didn’t fully understand.

The apartment was immaculate. Someone had cleaned up after the party. I changed out her bedding and cleaned her bathroom. I was cooking her dinner when she arrived home.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked. “I didn’t order you to be here did I?” Read more »

Maid to Order [FF, Fdom, NC, Humil] (part 2/3)

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I didn’t talk to Marlene the remainder of the week. Just knowing she needed me for her upcoming party tempered my paranoia.

Saturday morning I showed up at her apartment early. I washed all of her dirty dishes and cleaned and straightened up the living room.

She was still asleep when I entered her bedroom. Being as quiet as possible, I tiptoed to the master bath to collect her dirty clothes. She was partially uncovered, her large natural breast fully exposed. I tried to look away…I couldn’t. They were awesome, like mine.

After collecting a handful of her panties, I tried to quietly slip back through the room. She heard me.

“Sandra, what are you doing in here?” she asked. “Oh, I see. You’re going to wash my panties. Come here a minute. I want to show you something.”

I approached her bed. She reached out, pulling a white pair of her thongs from my hand.

“See how soiled these are,” she said, holding the crotch up for me to see. “I cum in them last night…at least three or four times. They were soaked by the time I arrived home. Here, smell them…smell how nasty they are.” Read more »

Maid to Order [FF, Fdom, NC, Humil] (part 1/3)

She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle.

Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go with regularity. I didn’t fear a new boss like the other employees did. The company needed me because I was their biggest producer. I made them money…lots of money. As long as I was one of their best sales people, I felt bullet proof, secure in my job.

When Marlene Nelson called me into her office for a cursory introduction, my haughty attitude was apparent. It initially had the desired effect…it clearly unnerved her.

It didn’t take long, however, for her to regain her composure. As she leaned back in her executive chair, I took notice of her physical attributes. It was obvious she was extremely attractive, hiding a voluptuous body under her conservative business suit. She was also relatively young for an Executive, early thirties I guessed. I sensed she wasn’t intimidated by me, not like the last two managers who sat at her desk. Read more »