I heard my bedroom door open with a slight creak. I rotated my head on the pillow, recognizing the familiar silhouette of my stepdad. I heard him whisper, “You awake?” Without waiting for an answer, he entered and quietly clicked the door shut, the room now in near-total darkness. As he had done at least a dozen times before, he tiptoed across the carpet, seemingly with the night vision of an alley cat. I felt the edge of...

I hesitated, then turned into the lot. The two neon window signs flickered “Adult” and “Open.” There was only a single pickup truck in front of the steps leading up into the one story house. I checked my watch: 7:30 pm. Surely there should be more business on a Friday night. Maybe the rain was a factor. I thought about turning around, chickening out. I listened to the tires of my Maverick crunch to a stop on the gravel. J...

Frank walks past the pervs leaning against the side wall of the arcade and enters his favorite booth, the second from the end. He locks the door and drops two tokens into the slot. He selects his favorite video. A buxom female teacher is sucking the cock of the captain of the football team. He sees a shadow pass across the glory hole opening to his right. He unzips, rotates, closes his eyes and plunges his cock through th...

K’yanna began to sob as she listened to her academic advisor. “Miss Haynes, I cannot write you a law school letter of recommendation. You were admitted here at Hawthorn as a favor to your father, despite an ACT of 20 and SATs below 1000. You’re in the bottom 10% of your class and now your LSATs are an embarrassment. You are simply unqualified.” K’Yanna fell to her knees. She batted her paste-on eyelashes and licked her li...

I adjusted my veil and looked down from the bay window, my hands on the windowsill. The wedding planner continued to fuss at the caterers as they finished with the tallboys. I heard the door open and close, plus the distinctive click of the lock. I knew it was Ben. I bit my lip as he raised the back of my gown. I cringed at the sound of his lowering zipper. He spit; no doubt lubricating his cock. I felt him slide my thong...

I looked up into the kindly eyes of Father Timothy. “Finish your penance, William. Absolve yourself of all your filthy, sinful and covetous thoughts. Take my healing seed; much as your new bride takes yours. I nodded slightly, lifted the alb and pulled his pendulous ballsack toward my face, directing the dripping cockhead of his gnarly prick through my parted lips. He shot his warm, salty load within seconds. I swallowed...

My ass was at the edge of the bed; my legs over Tim’s shoulders. I was furiously rubbing my spit-lubricated clit, as he destroyed my cunt with his huge meat-stick. I moaned, “I’m almost there, Baby. Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me!” “Me, too. I’m gonna cum. Fuck. Ok? OK?” “Yeah, now, now, now!” And with that encouragement, Tim pulled his jizz-spewing cock out of my gaping pussy and rammed it with total lack of gentleness into my...

As I raised my hand to knock on Professor O’Brien’s office door, the entrance was abruptly filled by Kenya Hamilton, the rush chairman of AKA. I recognized her from my intro psych class with O’Brien. Rumor had it that Kenya was weighing down the GPA of her sorority and was close to flunking out. She seemed to be in a hurry. I took a closer look as she pushed by. She was flattening her relaxed hair with her right hand and...

I could tell he was gay and a bottom: pleasantly chubby, a pearl right earring stud and round tortoise-shell hipster glasses. As he scanned my produce, his fingers lingered over the eight-inch cucumber. “Did you find everything you needed?” he asked while biting his lower lip. I looked him in the eye and responded, “Not really, but I bet you know where the big sausages are. You know, the ones that squirt all that salty-sw...

Background. I was a football player needing a high Psych 101 grade to remain sports eligible. Present. I sucked it up, literally. Dr. O’Brien moaned, “Yeah, that’s it, baby. I’m cumming.” And just like that, he filled my mouth with warm, salty jizz. I kept a semi-firm grip on his meat as he pulled away, milking every drop of precious juice onto my tongue. Dr. O’Brien pulled up his zipper. “I’ll see you after class next we...

I sighed and checked my iPhone again. I’d been standing on the now deserted trackside platform for nearly forty-five minutes. I was tempted to call Aunt Connie, but I knew it would be a waste of time. There was next to no cell service starting just a few miles outside Missoula. And then I heard the unmistakable clop of cowboy boots on the wooden walk, just around the corner of the small depot. As I pivoted, I was greeted...

I sat in front of Professor O’Brien’s desk. As he arose, I pleaded, “To stay on the football team, I've gotta pass this course. What's it gonna take?” Without a word, he unzipped and extracted a pale cock, as big around as a High Noon hard seltzer can and nearly twice as long. At it’s base was a bush of carrot-colored pubes. He knew what I needed and I knew the price. I fisted his meat with both hands and directed the pin...

I fed a first token into the arcade machine, taking care not to touch the no-doubt sticky slot. I began jacking my erect cock in cadence with the prison guard’s BBC pounding the ass of a tiny white T-girl. A shadow passed across the previously illuminated glory hole to my right, then predictably, two fingers slid through the duct tape-lined orifice. Without much thought, I rotated and slipped my rod through the hole and i...

It was becoming an all-too-familiar sight: my dad standing in the corner of the kitchen, one hand holding a cup of strong aromatic coffee and the other stroking a two-day stubble. I sat with my head hanging down, a spoonful of oatmeal halfway between mouth and bowl. “Tom, that’s the last time I’m bailing you out for fighting. You owe me two hundred bucks. You need a change of scenery. Your mom and I have already talked wi...

My wife divorced me after nine years of marriage. I wasted no time moving out. She kept the furniture; particularly the king-sized bed where she fucked every guy from the UPS driver to the termite inspector. I answered an ad listing a guesthouse for rent. The owner was a good-looking sixty-year-old, maybe 6’ 2” and 195#. He suggested a tour. As I gazed out the picture window overlooking the pond below, I felt his hands on...