Old Black Willy and the Hitchhiker My name is Willy Green but everyone who knows me calls me Old Willy. That's because I'm 62 and I've had wrinkled looking skin since my early days. If you ever asked about me my friends would always say I was a hard working black man that loves pussy. I don't care what color size or shape a woman is, if she's willing to spr...
Sherry was quiet at lunch, but she told John how well I did on the tractor and how much we got done. Mary had made a delicious vegetable soup. Sherry told her parents she was going to visit some one named Jenny and probably wouldn't be home tonight. She glanced over at me after she said that, then got up and left the room. I looked at her as she walked away,...
Samuel Drake has an exciting Halloween night on a lonely highway in central Illinois known as "The Dixie Highway." There's sex, danger, and, of course, the supernatural in this relatively mild story-- no VERY mild story-- intended for the 2018 Halloween Story Contest. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for...
Summer was just beginning and Shilo's vacation was starting with it. Road trips were a favorite of hers and she was excited. In the past, she had thrilled truckers on the road with her masturbating while she drove down the highway and this trip would be like the others. She found herself grinning as she closed her car trunk after placing her suitcase within....
I shade my eyes and scan the road. It's been at least half an hour since the last car. The heat radiates off the asphalt. I lick my parched lips. I'm almost out of water. I spot a vehicle approaching through the shimmer. I jut my hip, stick out my thumb, and hope. A rusted Ford pickup rolls to a stop in front of me. A man in tinted aviators and a sleeveles...
In answer to a bit of 'moral' outrage as well as an equal number of requests from readers who don't wish to be left hanging, I have written this unplanned sequel. EgmontGrigor FOUR Ewan's dream of sliding over a huge breast on a wave of cum was infiltrated by a more pragmatic brain signal: the need to eat. As his return to full alterness gathered he identi...
If you have ever read the novel The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, you will know what I mean when I say that the most important thing for any interstellar hitchhiker to have is their towel. It's also something that Sara and I discovered during one of our rendezvous. Sara had reserved a hotel, and we had a great morning planned out to enjoy each other unt...
Chapter 12. Rob. (July 1997) I was on my way to a Travelodge near C, where I had a meeting next day. It was around eight in the evening when I picked up the hitchhiker on his way to a folk festival, also on the outskirts of C. Long haired and with a substantial backpack which included a tent, Rob grumbled about the uncharitable disposition of all the other...
My wife and I were stationed at Ft Riley, Ks. We had a nice apartment on post and were enjoying the benefits of a young military NCO family. I had a good job, and although the pay sucked, we didn't know any better and were happy. We had been married two years and had just returned to the States from Germany. Brenda and I had talked about bringing another ma...
Elyse Alcott was looking for fun, something she had been missing over the past couple of years of her life. Over two years ago, her husband had passed away in a car crash and her life in Montana had become nothing more than work and home for the two years since. The money from the life insurance and other motorist insurance had paid the bills easily enough,...