Wotcher. Welcome to the fourth installment of The Rolls and the Pipe. Noticing that I was only writing one page on Literotica screens, I will be trying to write more per installment. This is a personal preference: I like continuing to read. Longer stories (I'm reading "Drumbeats in His Soul" right now) are my preference. In fact, I only own books over 300 pa...
Reader be warned – I’ve got a little creative with my grammar and formatting in this particular story (much more than usual for me!). Sorry if bugs you. Charlie thundered down the stairs and headed straight for the kitchen. A chorus of "hi Charlie's'" was quickly acknowledged. "Anyone seen Mike?" "No, I haven't seen him. Why don't you join us, c'mon, sit...
Part I - Nathan Everyone has their story – you know, the one they tell whenever there is someone new to hear it, especially someone they want to impress or shock. Like my Uncle Jack's story of how he and Aunt Carmen met at the top of the Eiffel Tower because he "fainted" from his fear of heights and came to looking up her very short skirt. Or Grandma Lil...
Lilly stumbled home from the police station, her pussy still radiating pain from the abuse she had gotten from the officer's nightstick which was giving her more than a little trouble walking. She had enjoyed her night at the sorority and would be sure to attend the next party they invited her to, especially if she got busted again. As she walked in the side...
Dear Reader- a quick summary for those who have not read chapters 1 and 2: Mrs. George is a mid-forties co-worker of mine. We have known each other for a few years. We are both in marriages but an underlying and unspoken sexual tension has always been between us. Although I am just a bit older than her, she has always referred to me as "Sir," this despite be...
Sunny was my own sex goddess for several years. Those of you who have already read my prior stories know that I met her while I was still a cop and that our relationship continued for a number of years on a purely friendly and sexual basis. There never was a future for us. She was a cute and engaging kid and we each served a purpose for the other from the ti...
The object of this story is twofold. The first is to try to improve my writing in English and the second is to put my vivid imagination in print. Any help you, the reader, will be greatly appreciated. * David left his wife, his house and the city he had lived in for most of his life. His reaction to Maggie's betrayal shook him to the core. She said he coul...
Authors note: This story may become a series of journal entries as we try to characterize the extent of the Blake effect. * My study of frequency modulation as a means of remote manipulation of individual and specific transistors in modern processors has generated results that I hadn't expected. I have demonstrated the theoretical ability to commandeer t...
Cheryl knelt there, leaning back on her legs, her face still glossy with my cum as she seemed to come back to earth. She looked at her fingers from which she had, only seconds before, been licking clean of my semen as if they might have belonged to someone else. Looking up at me and my still hard cock, she giggled nervously. I don't think she was quite aware...
The Princess' cheeks burned with humiliation and excitement. She knew that she was excited by danger, but had so far never been caught. That was what had brought her here to the bedchamber of her future brother-in-law tonight. Now she was caught like a rat in a trap - or a whore in a Prince's bed. She felt the slickness of Malcom's deposit mixed with her own...