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...

The hub of my wheelchair scraped the windowsill as I looked down to the driveway. Bathed in the illumination of the streetlight, my wife leaned across the BMW’s console, her hand jacking the eight-inch black cock of her new boss. I somehow sensed he must be close to the point of no return. He coiled all ten fingers in her red curls, forcefully pulling her face toward his meat. I watched as she parted her lips, allowing hi...

Pam and I settled into a once-a-week fucking routine. Julie had joined the Tulip Society at the botanical garden and was now reliably out of the house each Thursday from 11am until two or so. Serendipitously, Pam’s husband Nate had been called back to on-site work, pretty much allowing Pam to come and go as she pleased five days a week. According to Pam, Nate’s belly had continued to grow after returning to work, partiall...

A LITTLE BACKGROUND I had always been a one-and-done kind of guy. If I jerked off in the shower in the morning, it took a lot to get me aroused again and ready to perform that evening. I had learned this the hard way (no pun intended) one Labor Day weekend. Suzy was a junior at St. Agatha’s, an all-girls school across town. We’d met at the Blue Grass Swim Club, where we were both lifeguards. We hit it off the very first d...