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....

The newspapers of Berlin screamed a single word, at the top of their silent lungs. KRIEG!!! Underneath the bold text was the best illustration that the newspapers could manage of the terrible enemy that had, in a single month, reduced the single most powerful empire that the human race had ever seen into a cascade of human wreckage and desperate refugees. That wreckage was, even now, clogging the streets, despite the brutal efficiency of the blue clad Imperial Army. Carts, horses, men, women, children, all of them crashed together. But one could recognize the refugees at a glance. They were the ones who looked as if they could still not quite believe what had happened. But among the stunned, shambling, seemingly already dead masses...there were some sparks. People who looked as if they had a plan beyond simply walking forward in an uncertain future. An idea about what they were to do with themselves. One such spark had settled inside of a small pawnbroker, and was haltingly using wha...

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...

[Readers will likely find this story more enjoyable if they have read the earlier chapters. This story takes place in the Women's Republic of the future where women are in charge. You can read more about it in my series, "A Very Shameful Punishment". These stories include subjects such as incest, bodily functions and sometimes severe discipline. Those who do not want to read about those topics should read no further. All characters are over 18. My thanks to Susan Greenway for graciously permitting me to use some of her characters in this series.] Jan had been released from her new punishment uniform later in the evening after she had lain behind Kate as the 19-year-old was fucking her brother Steve. Jan actually enjoyed licking her stepdaughter's tender anal rosette and then swallowing the combined fluids emanating from Kate's cunt after their fuckfest was over. Jan realized that she loved cream pies and this one mixed Steve Jr.'s powerful semen and Kate...

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...