I fee like this needs to be said: Like my other stories and my future stories, there is more to this story than sex. This chapter in particular as none. I want to thank Oldnakeddad for taking the time to edit this story. Any errors are likely the product of my need to tweak. Also, shout out to Alice, Allen, AwayThrow, Candace, Erin, Laura, MFA607, MKFanati...
All participants are over 18. ***** I groaned as Drew pushed me over the back of my couch and yanked my sweatpants down. With my bare ass open to him, he unzipped and let out his wood. He gave it a couple of tugs as he spat on my asshole. He spread the saliva around my anus with the tip of his cock, letting it mix with his pre-cum. When he felt like I was...
This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 7 - Sanctuary They ride hard for an hour, trying to get as much distance as possible between them and the soldiers. B...
Summary: The shocking truth of the old west finally told. Note 1: This is a special western themed story created by the lovely Black Randi. Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Black Randi, thor_p, Robert, and Wayne for editing this strange attempt. PS: Western is not my forte so please don't judge me too much on this story. Cowboys & Big Cock Indians History i...
My wife of 5 years and I were on a trip through Europe. We had found a great tour guide, Sid, an expat American who had been living abroad for about 30 years. Former CIA or so he claimed, spoke 10 languages. He told a lot of tall tales but Sid was a genuinely charming guy who knew his way around people. He was in his early 60s but you could tell he had been...
Let me know how you like this story, if you I like it, there will be several continuations. It was 9:30pm on a Thursday Night. I had just left a meeting with some business associates in downtown NYC. I was debating taking the Path back home to NJ, or spending some time in the city. I wasn't really hungry, but could use a drink, so I decided to go to a bar....
Darryl Powers was on his way to one of the two popular nightclubs he owned. His new sissyboi, Benji, was beside him. The boi looked pensive and vulnerable, especially sitting next to Darryl. At 6'5 and a muscled but well-sculpted 230 pounds Darryl dwarfed the, for lack of a better word, 'petite' college boy sitting next to him. Anyone seeing the two pass b...
It never happened because gang bangs these days are too dangerous. But it happened in a made-up world. One in which I was a twenty-four-year-old heart throb and a political martyr. I had an envelope of forty-five men: seventy-five-year-old plusses, on my passenger seat. The sun burned down on it as I drove to the tattoo parlor. The day before, with handmade...
The Three Bitches, as a good many of the older ladies of the Summerside retirement community in Melbourne, Florida, referred to Annelise, Becky, and Karen, watched with barely suppressed sighs as new fellow resident, Phil, walked between their lounge beds and the edge of the community pool en route to the tennis courts. He did his best not to do more than no...
The Dorfbewohner—the merchants, servants, sluggards, and patrons alike—of the ancient and wealthy mountain village of Uberusel in the Swabian Alps tripped oohing and ahhing and twittering out into the village square next to the city fountain overseen by the benign stone-cold figure of Prince Gerhard of the Swabian Hollenusterans. The snow on the cobblestones...