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Coed Copulation (Traci Wilde)

Coed Copulation by Traci Wilde


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They're young, nubile, and oh-so-arousing. College Coeds. Young women with perky breasts and tight bodies, away from home for the first time – pure, vulnerable, ripe for the picking...you get a novel-length bundle of Erotic Coed Tales, young women taken in the classroom, banged in the museum, ravished in the library, gangbanged on summer break, brutally used internships...

Taken & Shared On Stage by the Art Professor

Taken Hard on Stage: An Erotic Professor-Student Live Sex Show

All Holes Savagely Filled in the Museum: An Erotic Tale of Paranormal Gangbanging

Summer Break At The Beach 1: Bound & Gangbanged Under the Boardwalk

Summer Break At The Beach 2: Tied, Stripped & Ravished at the Theater

Summer Break At The Beach 3: Tied Up, Stripped, & Gangbanged On The Beach

Getting Laid For The Grade: My Roommate, My Professor, Me and the Stranger

Taking The Tied Up Intern: A Reluctant Very Rough Gangbang Tale

Taking the Tied Up Intern 2: This Time the Bosses Have Their Way

Intern Sex Diaries 1: An Explicit Tale of Hard, Rough Sex

Intern Sex Diaries 2: Hard, Rough, Reluctant Sex in the Library

Intern Sex Diaries 3: Gangbang in the Hotel

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 03 / 2019

No. words: 46000

Style: Erotic Domination - M/F, Young Adult Erotica

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


Finally, after an agonizingly long evening, some of the boardwalk shops closed their doors, the lights began winking out, and Jenny and I headed for the sand, slipping under the boardwalk where he'd taken us last night. Lawrence told us he'd get off work at ten o'clock tonight and he'd be there by 10:30, that we should be waiting for him. We arrived at 10:15 and he was already waiting for us, rope in hand.
"You gonna tie me up again?" I asked, the idea sending a little tremble through me. I'd never been tied up before last night, never really thought much about it, but when he had me bound, hanging from those hooks, slamming inside me – I was beyond out of my head with pleasure. I guess it helped that I wasn't alone with him, that Jenny was there, watching, and she'd help if I really needed it.
"Oh yes," he said, holding the rope up.
Without waiting for instructions I held my hands out in front of me.
He shook his head.
"What?" I asked.
"Take your shirt off."
Last night he'd done me with my shirt still on. Guess he wanted to be able to touch everything tonight. I slipped my shirt over my head – I was wearing a bikini top instead of a bra. It tied in back and had a neck strap that tied behind my neck. I started to reach up and unfasten the knot.
"No," he said. "Leave it."
I held out my hands and he wrapped the rope around my right wrist, looping it loosely around multiple times, then running the rope back up under the loops before pulling it tight. He'd done the same last night – I guess having it wrapped around my wrist so many times kept the weight evenly distributed, rather than a single strand digging into my wrist.
He did the same with my left, then pulled the step ladder over, climbed up and looped the rope over the hooks in the bottom of the boardwalk. That's when I noticed it—there were two pair of hooks there tonight. The ones he had hung me from the night before, which he was looping the ropes around now, and a second set not far from the first.
He yanked on the ropes, pulling my arms straight and tight overhead, then he continued pulling, until I was dangling several inches above the sand.
Lawrence turned to Jenny. "Your turn, darling," he said.
Jenny stood, her mouth open. We hadn't talked about this – he had warned us if we returned he'd have something for both of us, but we never thought what might happen if he wanted to tie her up too. I mean, we'd both be truly helpless.
She looked at me. I didn't know what to say or do.
"Come on, darling, either let me tie you or there's no deal tonight. Nothing."
She shrugged, then slipped her shirt off – she was wearing a bikini top as well, though she had no shoulder or neck strap holding it up – and then held her hands out. He looped the rope around both of her wrists, just like he'd done to me, and before you know it she was hanging from the other two hooks, facing me. We were maybe a foot apart.
That's when I heard it – voices, from the darkness under the boardwalk, near us, approaching.
"Oh my god, someone's coming," I said, my heart suddenly leaping until my throat.
"Sssh," Lawrence said, putting his finger over his mouth signaling for us to be quiet.
I was trembling now, waiting, the voices getting louder, closer, and then they emerged into the faint light filtering through the boardwalk from overhead – two guys.
"Damn," one of them said. He was tall – probably 6'4", and slender, while the other one looked to be about 5'10" and incredibly thick, like a bodybuilder.
"Please, please," I said, though I don't know what I was going to say next.
That's when I heard it – Lawrence laughing. He stepped from the shadows and slapped me on the ass.
"These are a couple of my friends," he said. "With your ladies' permission, I thought I'd share."
I looked at him, suddenly a little afraid. What the hell was he doing? Share? Like I was some piece of meat, something he owned?
He stepped to me, wrapped his arms around me, untied the bikini top and let it fall, his mouth just inches from my right breast...

Author Information

Traci Wilde is a member of the After Midnight Press cooperative, penning hot, steaming, erotic shorts stories and novels deep into the night.

Here's what her colleagues at After Midnight Press have to say about her: "The name seems to fit, as our self-described wild-child sometimes draws from her own real-life experiences for her tales."

That's not to say every story she writes happened, but quite a few of them have a basis in real-life events. She's single (and says she will always remain so), lives in North Carolina at present (though she moves around every so often), and counts among her hobbies running, watching the stars at night, and...well, having sex. Often.


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This story has been self-published by the author

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