My summer in Maine with Auntie was more than half over when my mother visited. The days leading up to her weekend with us were a little tense. Art class had become a live sex show, so Auntie decided we should abstain from sex for the rest of the week after the Tuesday class before Mom’s visit. It seemed like trying to quickly turn boiling water cold again, but I agreed it was probably a good idea. The class had been fun, Auntie sitting up, riding me cowgirl style, slow at first and then all-out with tits bouncing until we both had nice orgasms. The women liked it because they…

Tuesday-Wednesday, 4-12 April, Richmond to Just North of Danville, Virginia The men in the train had barely settled down, a bit more than two hours after they had cleared through the skirmishes at Manchester, across the James River from Richmond, and headed west along the river bank, before they pulled off on a siding in a forest near the town of Goochland. Even though the men already were exhausted and had barely recovered from the fear of the close-call escape from Richmond, as soon as the train came to a stop, Captain Singleton was rousting the men out again. “We’ll travel only at night,” he declared. “Now, I need every…

Amy Hart knew from the moment she saw Edna Martinez that the brunette would be her subbie. Edna had that forlorn look all submissive lesbians have, knowing in their hearts that they only live to worship pussy, making their lives singularly focused, keeping them unhappy when they aren’t in one of the innumerable positions from which they can practice their craft. Making love to pussy. That’s how Amy thought of pussy worshippers, they have a craft and it is to live that description, worship pussy by paying endless oral love to it wherever they find it. And Amy intended to find out quickly how exactly how much this slut loved…

I wake up. The darkness enveloping me. I feel my heart racing. I remember vividly what I had just dreamt. My little sister was standing right in front of me. She just turned 18 a month ago, but still held on to the days when she was just my goofy, lovable sister. Those days are long gone now. She was wearing only her lacy underwear. I was dumbfounded. She stared right at me; through me. She walked towards me. Inching closer and closer. All I could do was stare at her. Taking in her beauty. Her long slender legs that any woman would envy, those gorgeous blue eyes once I…

The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily’s poppa had worried that he might lose his job when the new owner took over the Faro, but Charley Quinn had recognized Ike Wilder for the expert rancher he was and kept the old man on as manager. Quinn had turned the cattle ranch into…

I love my girlfriend, that’s why I didn’t understand why my body needed more. I can not begin to describe how ashamed I was for wanting something more out of our fulfilling and satisfying relationship. We enjoyed each others company still, after 7 years of “marriage.” We had a healthy sex life still. At least once a week, I would feel her mouth kissing the back of my neck and her hand creeping down my pants. Likewise, I would often see her and want nothing more than to rip off her pants, bend her over a chair and finger fuck her from behind. We made love frequently and passionately. It…

Inspired by a friend’s experience… *** Johnny Wadd. That was the title of the feature at the first porn theatre I had ever gone to, and that was a day I will never forget. It was sometime in 1974, and I had just turned 18. To celebrate I decided to go to this theatre in Schenectady, New York called the Colony Art Theatre. I don’t know where the “Art” part of the name came from, because all they showed was porn. The theatre was rundown and the quality of the movie prints was bad, but I didn’t know any better and furthermore I didn’t care. I didn’t go alone on…

Roger’s wife Beth was at his sister’s Sandy for their Thursday night card game. His daughter, Angie, went to her room an hour earlier to do some reading before she went to sleep. Roger watch TV but all he could remember were the commercials, the shows were so bad. The sodas he had urged him to head for the bathroom. The bathroom was the next room down the hall from Angie’s bedroom. He relieved himself and headed back to catch some cowboy movie coming on starring The Duke. The door was open to Angie’s room, so he did what any father would do with an open door. He looked in…

Introduction: By now, you would have read my first story: Angel’s Story. Thank you all for the feedback. HOnestly, i didn’t expect such a brilliant feedback. I was just doing it for a lark. Anyway, here’s part two of the story. The Story: The shit really hit the fan, the day papa saw us two sisters together. Papa had gone out, or so we thought. And we thought that we had the house to ourselves. The servants were sleeping in their quarters. I was lying on the bed. My sister came in and said, she wanted to play with me. I was too exhausted to refuse. Plus it could be…

I was 24 years old when I got out of the military and enrolled in college back in the mid 1970s. As a married man with one child, I felt I needed to get my education to get ahead in the world. After a couple of weeks on the campus of a large southwestern university, I discovered something that would change my behavior for the next four years . . . glory holes in the men’s restrooms. I was exploring the second floor of the student union one morning about 10 o’clock. The entire floor was virtually deserted and since I had to take a leak, I found a men’s…