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> Hmmm... I wonder how many different ways Julie can make Katelyn cum

"Remember girls, it's not just the number of orgasms that count, it's also the intensity and duration! Practice is important!"

AUTHOR’S NOTES: I really like dress code progression stories, the classic being Arthur Saxon’s Stuckhampton School Dress Code, and I thought I’d try my hand at writing one. DISCLAIMER: this is a work of fiction, do not take it as advice for how you should live your real life, all characters are pres...

Always nice to see a new author on the site! :D Cool format for a story, with it being an email chain. Can't wait to see more from you! Thank you! You're one of my favourite authors here, I appreciate your appreciation. ;) I hope readers find it some combination of funny and erotic. Very much enjoy...

Looking forward to more of this great story!

THE AUTOMATIC HOTEL “Are you sure it's safe?” Clara asked. “Definitely. The system monitors how you're feeling, so if you suddenly felt threatened, it'd pick that up and take a look at what's happening around you. It's safer than normal jobs,” Flora assured her. “Even though … well …” she gestured d...

The system talked Clara through some guest processing. As predicted, Clara's good mood helped a lot, calming the people down and helping them feel welcome. In particular one young woman, completely nude except for a trim landing-strip and accompanying her fully-dressed family, wanted to talk to her....

THE EGG GAME A story by Gymnarchist. I thought I'd try my hand at putting the E in ENF for once. All characters are fictional, this is a fantasy, don't read this if it is illegal for you to do so, don't take this as any suggestion for real life activity, etc. All important characters are presented a...

WEDNESDAY Marylee woke with a start to a knock on her door. “Wake up!” Jessica called. She had been dreaming of flying, propelled along by a kind of rocket engine … oh. There was something in her pussy, she hadn’t dreamed that. Oh, my. She stroked her swollen clit. Oh. “Come out Marylee!” “Give me a...

LATER ON WEDNESDAY Marylee was squirming in her chair. She had ridden her bike to school at her mother’s insistence rather than getting a lift, and by the time she got to the gate, the coffees had done their work and her bowels were rebelling. She spent a few minutes in the bathroom and cleaned up t...

WEDNESDAY LUNCH After English was Advanced Math and to Marylee’s relief she had no further bowel troubles, although the constant low hum of the tail thing kept her squirming on her seat and dampening her towel. When the lunch bell rang she rushed to the bathrooms to shower, glad to be able to remove...