This is dedicated to Shooter, the most authentic and believable writer of the few stories I've read on here. Amazingly enough, I have a friend whose nickname is shooter and he is a real-life photographer -- and a great writer. Elements of this story are true and I am supplying clues throughout. My wife's name is Susan. Chapter 1 It's often hard to believe...
Young white virgin blacked in a barn on a rainy day: Candy and Teresa were sisters. Candy was 19 years old and Teresa had just turned 18 years old. They were small girls. Pale white skin, blue-green eyes and light blonde hair. Candy was only 5'-0"and her sister Teresa was 4'-10" tall. Both were intelligent, pretty and little pranksters as well. They lived...
It happened almost two years ago, the kind of thing you don't forget. In fact, I can jack off just thinking about it. Yea, no kiddin, well, it happened like this.... I found an ad in the university, alternative, newspaper, stating that a Professor doing research, would pay men, ages eighteen to forty for semen samples, the more samples you can provide in a...
(A Dylan James Adventure) (This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out – they are all stand alone stories. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.) * The top...
My apologies for taking a bit longer than usual with the second chapter. I left my laptop at home while I traveled to be a part of grand children's graduations. I didn't proof read this chapter quite as much as I normally do, hopefully there aren't too many glaring mistakes. ***** He said nothing as he scooped me up effortlessly, my legs dangling at the k...
Kate had to stretch to kiss her husband's cheek, as they said goodbye. On her waiting mother's 'blind side', Kate's hand slithered across the front of Lucas' jeans and she breathed a whispered 'Good luck' in his ear. She gave his cock a hard squeeze and turned to join her mother as they set off on their shopping expedition. Lucas looked after them. He smil...
I had left high school a couple of years before and instead of going to Uni had started work on my parents farm. The long hot summers baling hay and ploughing the fields had made me a tanned, fit and muscular young man. I had handsome features from my Dad and was never short of girlfriends. I used to take them into the hay barn and kept a record of how many...
"Fuck me you bastard," screamed Charity Tate. Her legs were tight around his lower back, ankles locked, forcing every last centimetre of her fiancé, lover, oh and by the way cousin, Cain Dingle's large cock as far into her eager pussy as it was possible for it to go. Cain, trying to stall the moment he would spill his sperm into her for the what? The thousa...
This is Betty's answer to Victoria's letter from a story entitled "My Dearest Betty" To Victoria the slut, I will have to say I was surprised but not shocked when I read your letter. The first thing I had my husband do was pull down his pants to verify your handy work and I must say I think he looks cute all locked up and no place to go. I did notice th...
He rode into our valley in the summer of '89, a giant of a black man dressed in clothes as dark as his skin. He was tall and terrible in the road looming up gigantic in the half-light. I was a kid then, watching him approaching from several miles off. Even from a distance there was something about him. My pa came out just as he rode up to our ranch. "I'd ap...