All characters in this story are over twenty one except the baby. Morton Franks was out for his Sunday walk. He liked the peace and quiet of the neighborhood on Sunday. His route took him around the park and then down Oak Street. He was a mile from his house when he saw the smoke. The smoke was coming from a small house set back off the road. As he approach...
XXVIII "We'll have to get a whip" Like the good and attentive wife she was, Wendy instantly recognised the symptoms. (Maybe they were not so hard to detect. I was standing there stark naked, red in the face and panting for air, a hand against the wall for support, with my dangling cock coated white with spunk dribbling in little gobbets on the floor.)...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ It was the mid-1960s. I had something to celebrate. I had...
Copyright 2018, PostScriptor — Saturday Afternoon about 3:00 PM, Ragged Point, California "Robert. Come here and look at this." "Margret," spoken in a weary voice, accustomed to spousal demands, answered. "I've just sat down on this very comfortable bench after wandering for hours along this fantastic trail with its spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean,...
Mrs Smith looked up as Roxy entered and said, "It's about time you showed up." "Then if I'm not welcome I'll go." The tutor shuffled papers and muttered, "And how would that rebellious comment look on my report?" "Oh so you spy for your masters?" "I've heard you referred to as a hot little bitch. Silly me I thought that referred to your acting ability."...
When last we left Jena, she was on her knees in front of her boss without a shirt or a bra. Pondering how she got into the mess she's into now; stuck not only sucking her boss' cock, but now having to do so in front of the boss' wife. This is what she gets for being a horny little slut she thought to herself. Just as Jena was going to start her manipulatio...
As I awoke the next morning my first thought was four down, three to go! Three more days of my trial week. Passing the test meant being able to eat cum directly from my wife's pussy; failure probably meant a life of celibacy and certainly no cum to eat whatsoever. I began to get ready for work, hoping I could pass most of day five in my office, maybe even w...
*Note to readers: This story involves the fetish of smoking. If that offends you, please move on but don't bother telling me how you feel about it. Smoking is legal and people who smoke do so by choice. As I've said elsewhere, from the moment it begins, life comes with a death sentence. How we live in between is a matter of free choice. Many of us find the s...
Michael came like never before and Michelle kept her promise to her loving husband and swallowed everything that he released into her wet and waiting mouth. She even kept his cock in her mouth savoring it with her warm tongue long after it's final spurt of his cum. When it had finally become soft, Michelle let it unceremoniously slip form her warm mouth an...
Our hero has been locked in on one view since the beginning of this. And in his world, he is the only person who can afford to live in a glass house. But unfortunately right and wrong always depend on where you sit. And perhaps things aren't quite as cut and dried as he thinks they are. The consequences of smug come home to roost here. So please enjoy it and...