Recap: Chapter 2 Just mere seconds later I felt his hard cock spewing his juices between us and providing incredible lubrication that made it feel even better. I grabbed at his bum and held him tight and slid myself up and down rapidly over his wet cock as I quickly build up to another orgasm. "Ooooooooooh I'm cummin again, oooooooh Ron keep going, keep go...
*This story is not necessarily true. It is true in that some part of it did happen, but a major part did not. Names have been changed. Feel free to email constructive criticism and/or support. ** It was a bad day at school. I had not done my previous night’s reading/English homework, and had gotten a lecture from the teacher about the importance of it. Afte...
I was cruising the slums, looking for pussy-for-hire, when I had to slam on my brakes. I almost got rear-ended by a guy in a Suburban that was obviously looking for the same sort of thing I was. I waved him around, and he sped off with a mouthed insult about my driving. I couldn't help it. I saw someone I knew. Carla Dawes. From high school. She had been...
People called it the glory hole for many reasons, mostly because of the anonymous orgasms it allowed. A man could go into a urinal or a video booth and stick his cock through the hole. Someone on the other side serviced it for him. Once he had come, he was free to reciprocate or go on about his business. It wasn’t mandatory to return the favor. The people w...
(Chapter 16) "Painful Visit" (circa-1984) It was late in the afternoon when he pulled his car to a halt outside Gary Fowler's bungalow. The wheelchair access ramp and handrail supports leading up to the front door a chilling reminder of a young man paralysed from the waist down, sitting alone on his birthday, his wheelchair his only companion, Stella Mason...
They are sharing breakfast at the long dining table. Dwarfed by its length, it could seat around 20, the manoir must have been built around it. She'd woken before him this morning, coaxed from sleep by the sun and the obstreperous birds. He was still sleeping, the ghost of a snore. Looking hard at the firm, handsome enough face, gentled by sleep, she had w...
Older women occasionally like to get freaky too, ladies and gentlemen. Just because a woman is of a certain age doesn't mean that her sex drive and her need for romance and fun are gone. She must do her thing. Otherwise, she might as well be dead, you know? My name is Diane Hawthorne, and I'm fifty two years old. I stand five eleven inches tall, kind of curv...
The scene is a local college where our young Bobby Bigcock is studying for a finals test. Seated beside him is the lovely Alice, and on the other side is cool guy. The teacher, Miss bigteets is watching them as they study. [Cool guy]::looking over with his slick cool outfit and his cool shades on with his cool hair style and cool cologne on:: hey psst bob,...
My wife, Katy, and I, are a match made in heaven. I am a confirmed "breast man" ever since spying on the college women in a gang shower at my "summer camp for boys" when I was twelve. Six beautiful women, 12 gorgeous tits. Also, at about that stage of my pubescent development I was lucky to have a well endowed 30-something teacher who gave me many memorable...
(This is my first attempt at a longer story. I am going to put it up in shorter chapters as I finish them. It may take awhile, but the whole story will emerge eventually. Don't expect anything hot and heavy at this point.) -------------------------------------------- Lenny Sanderson waved at the PACE bus from across the intersection on Plainfield Road, wil...