This is the continuing story about Tina and her daddy.... and much more....It's late Friday night.  Tina and her dad, Tom, had taken a shower together.  Tina once again sucked her daddy to an explosive cum.  Once in bed, they fucked and sucked for what seemed were hours and hours before spooning together and drifting off to sleep.  It is now about 5am........I awoke slowly, noticing the moon shining thru the sheer curtain...

  (All characters are 18 or over)     It came up almost over night, and when the construction noises faded I thought I'd have peace.  No such luck.  The sounds of jackhammers and cement mixers were replaced with the endless endless clattering roll of skateboards.  The skate park was an atrocity that could not stand, and I was determined to see its eyesore slopes and rails and endless graffiti tags bulldozed to the ground...

I have written and posted many porn stories on various Yahoo sites, usually about bisexual, cuckold and creampie situations.  Many of my stories are just a product of my over-active sexual imagination, but some of them are true.  This is a true story of an experience I had in the Denver area with a man wanting to be sucked off. I'm best described as a bisexual, married while male in my fifties, and I really enjoy sucking...

  I had just turned 21 at the time I moved to California to study theatre in university. The first week or so there we were just getting to know all our classmates and I noticed I had a strange attraction to one of my male classmates Darren. I didn't think I was gay, just curious and had often fantasized about sucking another mans cock. He was I'm guessing about 6'4'', with broad shoulders, muscley arms and he always domi...

It was seven a.m. in the morning, and everyone in the building was preparing work. There was barely anybody in the building, really-just the janiter and some other secretaries. I was the head C.E.O., so I didn't have to come here early at all, but I had to since MTV was interviewing us for our work. I was the founder and owner of Paws Pets, a huge chain of pet stores specializing in cats and dogs. In the work building, th...

(Part 2 in the Richard Saga.  Extreme sizes are a factor here.  Enjoy!) “ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS! FALL IN AND LINE UP!” I bellowed, noticing the way the boys giggled as they left the locker room and ran into place. I paced up and down my little Soldiers, high school seniors, all, their eyes locked to me as I inspected them. First day of class is the most important. This is where I have to establish myself as top alpha bitch or...

All Characters are 18 or older: Richard is a high school Senior   It was the morning that changed my life forever.   It started normally enough.   I got up and brushed my teeth, showered, spent too long toying with what to do with my long brown hair before finally setting on putting it back into a simple pony-tail.   I caught my reflection as I held it up, my arms behind my head, a real cheesecake pinup girl pose.   I cou...

I was club hopping, in the hopes that I might be able to hop some guy's club.The club would have to be a biggie, no simple night-stick or tonfa. I needed a massive weapon, that held authority and was wielded with skill.In short, I wanted a weapon of mass distraction, to distract me from Black's massive weapon.My pussy throbbed as I looked at myself in the mirror. If there is one thing on this earth that I can sell, it's s...

I have been in love with a man by the name of Austin. He had blond curly hair and the sexiest blue eyes, but that wasn't the first reason why I fell for him. It was his ass. It was so beautiful and soft like a baby's bottom. Austin and I have been in the same apartment for three months now, but never talked. So when I walked up to him from down the hall, he was surprised. "Hi, my name is Dane, I found out you moved here a...

Chapter 3: Field MissionI hate field missions. For one thing, there's the clothing. I can't dress as devastatingly when I'm not in the Compound. Men trail me like lost puppies, women make attempts on my life, and officials have the embarrassing habit of arresting me just to see how my tits look with my hands cuffed behind my back. I also hate the lack of comfort zone. In my interrogation room, I control everything from th...

Looking back on that day now, from up in a corner as if looking down on a dream, I look out of place on the starched linen draped over my mother's Italian sofa, green tea steaming on the coffee table as she twittered about the room, wringing her withering hands. The room was pristine, bleached and sparkling, I sat precariously near the edge of the cushion, my long legs crossed, straining against my tight skirt. I sipped o...

Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness; and so it was. I still think of her, of course, and that is why I cannot help feeling just a little guilty about the turn my life has taken in the intervening years.Sex was never that important to Dorothy. At any rate, no...

If anyone had asked them - though nobody ever did - they would have said they were just an average couple. Which begs the question what is average: who knows what an average couple gets up to when the bedroom door is closed? Speculation on that subject is best left for another time while we consider this average couple. They are Beryl and John. They live in a semi-detached house like many another, in a middle-class suburb...