Special thanks to my editor-Hatsuda- This is a story about a knock-out teenage who is the gleam in her father's eye. It involves a wealthy and powerful uncle and his obsession to have her. In this chapter she encounters her first monster cock. ***** My uncle Peter is the most repulsive and hideous man on the face of this earth. Not only is he ruthless...
I would personally like to thank the hundreds of readers who write constantly, expressing their enthusiasm for my stories. For the many readers who say that my stories fill a vast void on this site of the countless ones lacking "heat" or content that builds and builds I say 'thank you. Please be advised that even though there are great differences in the age...
Teen stunner and huge cock red-neck stepdad fuck like wild animals one last time. Once we were back in the room he went to the sofa while I went to the bed where I rolled a pair of nude thigh high stockings up my long tapered legs. As I was putting on my stockings my heart was racing a mile-a-minute as I looked over and saw his giant cock go all the way up...
When I awoke, I was still disoriented. Had what I seen in the sweat lodge been right, or was I just dreaming? I'm not religious, but whatever it was I had seen, it seemed to answer most of my questions about what I was doing here. I went to find Grandpa and found him sitting with Red Cloud. I approached them and asked, "Uncle Henry, can we walk and talk so...
Chapter Five ... Bubble Toon City and the infamous taco truck James raced down the sidewalk and when he got to the old motel he swung open the door... The girls were snuggling in bed reading the book and pepper had her dick comfortably lodged deep inside Molly's little butt. "DID YOU GUYS HEAR?" James yelled. Skipper fluttered around his head and asked;...
I am convinced I am losing my mind. My life is an absolute mess. And the worst part is, I still can't get much sleep or at least not good sleep. I always feel tired and sleep-deprived. Malay calls the next morning just as I am about to leave for work. I let it go to voicemail. A text message pops up as I am in the subway. - We really need to talk. I am wor...
After a couple of hours back at home, the smell and taste of Amy's fingers lingered now only in my imagination. But the thoughts of the day filled my head, I really wanted to masturbate again, but I told myself, my always-optimistic self, to save it for tomorrow, just in case. I spent a long time writing her a very short email: "Hi Amy, thank you for every...
*** He decided to head Matthew's advice. He wasn't going anywhere near that club. If she was so fickle, and so childish and immature that she was afraid of her own growing attraction to him, and maybe even love, as she screamed out when she came, she was going to need to grow up and get over it. He cared for Lynne a lot already, but he wasn't just going to...
As always folks, there's some truth here and some embellished truth. It's up to you to decide. – FL Many nights I sit up and read stories like the ones on this board, and I read many with fascination, trying to decipher the truth from the embellished. Numerous stories seemed like fantastic fiction – like something seen on an Andrew Blake classic. In 30 yea...
Author's note: This tale features a brain-damage fetish, unorthodox sex, and unstable people over age 18. This story is sexual but not really erotic, and is NOT for the squeamish, although nobody is forced, harmed, or trepanned here. I aimed the power drill at my forehead and pulled the trigger. The motor spun up to speed like a solid dust-devil. My future...