A few years ago I was living for a while in Mitchell County in very rural southwest Georgia. I’d been through a rough time, what with a psychologically and emotionally abusive director at the theater where I had been working and being badly dumped by a girlfriend I was really keen on, so my sister
“Daddy,” she purred sweetly as she knelt between his wide-spread legs and sucked in his other testicle and then licked his swollen scrotum with her talented tongue, her left hand filled with his quivering cock, thumb on its head, rubbing his juices, right hand stroking his hairy thigh after probing his anus, nipples still hard
Let me begin by introducing myself, I’m Dave now in the twilight of my years but still reasonably fit and healthy with an active imagination that can run wild occasionally. Sadly I was born before the sexual revolution and so have led a rather straight laced existence, sexually speaking. Currently and hopefully forever I am
Catherine was finished doing the dishes. Her daughter Sandy had just come home from the mall with her new friend Linda and doing things in the bedroom. She didn’t really approve of Linda much. She seem to be part of a gang and had a bad attitude; always bossing Sandy around. Sometimes she just wanted
Betty and I both work for the same firm. She works in another building, so we never really met until the company picnic. The heat was almost unbearable, the sun was bearing down and the humidity was high. The volleyball teams were chosen and Betty ended up next to me. After losing the first game,
It was Saturday and it was beautiful. I walked to the river to check my trot line. I had the line stretched across and all I had to do was pull up on it and if there was a fish, I would swim out and retrieve it-there were none this morning. I strolled on down
So I went to school, got bullied like always, the same 3 big guys, they are one year over my grade, one escorted me in the bathroom, they told me to get undress, I told them, come on guys, do we have to do this every time? They said, Yes, we have too, in till
This story is fiction, and not to be read by anyone for whom erotic fiction would be illegal or unap- preciated, particularly the underage. Please feel free to quote this story in its entirety, or in part, at your whim, as long as you provide some sort of warning… Being a married man for some
I have known Dana for a number of years and never really gave our relationship much thought. We have been good friends, but I never really thought of her sexual- ly. Possibly because she had never expressed an overt interest in me, and possibly because I’m white and she’s black. I always thought she was
There she was. “Come in Brenda!” Glen Simmons absently shouted. Brenda Porter, the freshman girl who had freaked out at her bus stop shyly entered the room. Glen wondered why he didn’t remember her from the junior high school, then remembered this was the transfer student who had just started at Bentson High. He pointed
I had been distracted by her all night. In fact, I was paying more attention to her than I was to my bow- ling. I was watching how her jeans just hugged the curves of her ass. Every time she got up to bowl I was mesmerized, and it wasn’t long before my score reflected
She screamed in agony as he forced his cock deep into her bowels, stretching her ass until she thought it would tear, her slender fourteen year old body shaking and jerking in revulsion and terror, her body bent over and tied achingly to a large chair. She couldn’t believe, her mind a whirl of pain
My name is Daniel. I am in my twenties, and I have been living on my own since the week I graduated high school. I have lived in a couple crappy apartments, but as soon as I could get the money, I bought a fixer upper house, and lived in it for a few months.
First let me tell you a little about myself. I am 37, long black hair to my ass, hazel eyes, 5 foot 7 inches tall and I weigh right at 135 lbs. My breasts are slappy, or so I’m told anyway, perfect aureoles that I find pleasant to look at. I have a models build
Today is my birthday, and I’m 40 years old. I look back on my life in the late 60’s and early 70’s, when I attended San Francisco State, and wonder how we all got through it in one piece. Of course, there was nothing like AIDS back then, which helped. My story is a true