XLV. Jules Fucks the Castellano Sisters When Jules opened his eyes he found himself lying on his back on the couch. Gabriella’s luxuriant auburn-haired snatch stared him in the face. How he’d gotten from “Whatchu wan’ do?" to this preternatural facemount eluded his sensibilities. “Just sniff it, Jules,” Gabriella whispered from above. “Don’t touch it. Don’t lick it. Just sniff it. Put your nose in.” Jules did as he was to...

Noted asshound Dennis Dennell found himself in something of a quandary. At 6’3”, weighing in at 230 pounds and rocking a twelve-inch cock, Dennis was bisexual. He fucked men left and right, day and night. During the school year Dennis hooked up with Hubert and Chico almost daily. He fucked them; they fucked him. Dennis fucked women, too, mostly Sherry Davis. He’d impregnated Sherry several times. Nothing had come of it. I...

Gretchen Bainbridge picked up Jules from the Village Inn parking lot at the end of a blistering summer day, shortly after three p.m. Gretchen wore an outlandish blonde wig complemented with large sunglasses. She drove a rental. Jules understood her discretion. “Where’s your sister?” he asked quietly. “If she comes, she’ll meet us there.” “Dressed in a wig and sunglasses?” he wondered facetiously. Gretchen ignored him. She...

XXVIII. Greta Comes Clean Sixth period arrived. Kurt looked down at his penis, just now exhaling the dregs of his semen into Greta Scarborough’s flaming red-haired cunt. He breathed deeply. Greta seemed bereft. “You gotta…you gotta…stop…rolling up…on me in…the hallways,” Kurt grunted. “My girlfriend…is…getting wise.” Greta didn’t reply. She was beyond contact. Their session had been demanding. URGENT. She’d had a full fou...

Jules Kittridge returned home the day after his father’s arrest. He kept his motel room key, however, having paid for it in advance. Jules needed a spot to tend to his rampant sexual needs. He wasn’t going to be able to do that regularly once back at home. Jules didn’t bother to call his father. He attended Bill’s arraignment alongside his family without comment. His siblings told him of their parents’ altercation. Natura...

It took several months for Nancy Kittridge to succumb. She’d personally witnessed her brother and his girlfriend fornicating orally on a number of occasions. One cannot witness human copulation without wistfully wondering after one’s own participation in the Mating Game. Nancy was not a virgin. Unlike her brother's public confession, she’d fallen from grace as a seventeen-year-old, repented quietly without consequence, an...

Greta Scarborough awakened that Monday morning with a steely resolve. She’d gone unfucked that weekend for what seemed the umpteenth time. Her husband Ned was a good man, and healthy. He just seemed disinterested. “I’m tired of flouncing around the house half-naked and getting no response. I’m too young for this shit.” Greta groused. She was, in fact, scheduled to be forty years old on her next birthday. Greta was determi...

In another hidden nook, Kurt Kuhlmann, Angie Devi and Delphia Giles were taking advantage of Denise Allen’s absence. Kurt stood naked before the two women. His penis bulged forth, fully erect, fully blooded, ponderous with the heft of his otherworldly lust. Delphia held it in one hand. Kneeling, her face was off to one side. Angie, also kneeling, confronted Kurt’s dick head-on. She seemed amazed. “See how big it is?” Delp...

Blue Jenkins worked as a field hand on Hank Leone's farm in Northeast Louisiana. He was a slave. Now in his late-twenties, Blue had been purchased from the Jenkins Farm for a nominal sum two decades back and retained the Jenkins' family name. Blue was tall, muscular, possessed of a pleasing cinnamon complexion, a dazzling smile and a square jaw. He had a hairy breast; his head was shaved bald. In deference to his complexi...

“You never told me your dick was this big,” Sharon observed. Kurt didn’t respond. His erection was becoming painful. Having exhausted his store of excess semen in Paula Fowler’s cunt the day before, Kurt just needed to calm himself. By now, he well knew the tranquil joy of marinating his cock deep inside a woman’s vagina. He’d never fucked Sharon and, if he had his way tonight, that oversight would be rectified. Sharon wa...

Sandy Metusic showered and dressed quickly. The eighteen-year-old senior ignored the whispering about her newly shorn hotbox. Yes, it meant she'd fucked someone new recently. So what? When Jules Kittridge exited the boy’s locker room, Sandy lingered there with a look in her eyes that shimmered. “It’s fourth period!!” Jules, also a senior, had forgotten his early morning suggestion to the girl. He had already skipped secon...

In response to the vision of his girlfriend Delphia’s impending late night visit, Jules Kittridge’s penis ballooned into a steely arc. If he touched himself now he would bust a nut and, in so doing, waste the better part of their first embrace in his fist. Jules much preferred the luxuriant clasp of Delphia’s thrusting vagina and the exhilarating shriek of their youthful conjoinment. It had taken him a while to gain the n...

II. Romping in the Glade A week after Charlie's encounter with Annette, he and Annette's brother Ben sat by the edge of this same wooded spring. Both boys were naked save for their raggedy grey shorts. Both of them were muscular farm hands, heady with the physicality of youth. Ben was a shade taller than Charlie, but Charlie's shoulders were wider. Rugged forced labor had hardened the black boy and shunted him pre-maturel...

The wedding went off without a hitch. Cynthia’s mania for detail paid off handsomely. We performed our steps in concert with her desires. There must have been two hundred attendees, all dressed in their Sunday finest. When the pastor finally declared Cynthia and Kevon as “man and wife”, she grabbed my friend and shoved her tongue so far down his throat I thought he might choke. This caused a ripple of laughter in the chur...

I. Annie and Charlie Annette peered cautiously thru the bushes. The young blonde paused, carefully placing each step. She was barefoot and didn’t want to roust any critters. Though she knew this path well it always paid to be watchful. She heard a splash nearby and knew it for what it was. It was Charlie, her brother’s black friend and fishing partner. He was swimming alone in the pool. She steeled her nerves to set herse...