Found

by SpectreOfHell

Antonia excused herself from the reception hall after the Maid of Honor had made her toast. She just couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't that she was not happy for her little s****r, not at all. She loved Alicia to death and was overjoyed to see her s****r so happy. She was just jealous, that's all. Sad because she was about to turn thirty and she had never been able to keep a boyfriend longer than a year. It had been nine months since her last breakup. Not her longest dry spell, but now that her s****r was married off Antonia was the only one of her sibling Continue»

Making the Grade

by SpectreOfHell


Tim motioned to the chair next to his desk and watched as his visitor sat in it. She was incredibly hot, and he was having a difficult time focusing. It didn't help that the school was empty by then except for the two of them, but this was the only time she'd been able to meet. She had actually suggested his home, but he hadn't thought that was appropriate. Now he was thinking he'd much rather have been someplace more private with her.

"So, Ms. Wright," he said, setting into his own seat. His eyes swept over her quickly, taking in her heels and Continue»

New Girl in My Life

by Spectreofhell


I had been married for ten years when my wife brought Brenda home. Julie was working for c***d welfare services at the time and there were no available foster homes or group homes for Brenda to go to. I protested, naturally, and knowing what happened later I was right to do so.

Brenda was fifteen and beautiful in an untraditional way. She had blonde hair but the dark skin of a latina, a stocky build but delicate, angelic face. She also had quite a rack on her for her age, C cups at least I would have guessed. Bigger than my wife's anyway.

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The Stepmother

by SpectreOfHell


Jason woke up on the sofa at his father's house, and the first thing he realized was that he was desperately horny. He had been dreaming about sex again, and his f******n year old cock was painfully erect. Idly, he listened for sounds in the house as he reached beneath the blanket covering him to stroke his bulge. The house was quiet, though Jason could tell it was already late in the morning. If he had been home, his mother would have dragged him out of bed already, whether it was Sunday or not. But not Dad. He and his new wife, Iris, had been out Continue»

I've noticed some comments on my stories from people who disapprove of the content. Learn what story codes mean! The little "f" means the story involves an u******e girl. And please, this whole accusation of "c***d porn" is asinine. Fictional stories involving u******e characters are protected by the First Amendment, a fact that has been upheld by the Supreme Court. Picking on someone for having a preference for stories of that type is akin to haranguing someone for preferring John Grisham over Stephen King. There are many fantasies that are far more disturbing than enjoying a tale of consensual sex between a minor and an adult. Personally, I don't understand the joy in tying up your lover and whipping him, or taking a piss into someone's mouth, but I won't go around telling them they need therapy either.

Save your righteous indignation for causes that merit the effort. If you don't like a particular genre, then don't read it.

The Cure

by SpectreOfHell


Nina sat down on the sofa in her parent's living room and crossed her legs. Across from her sat her father in his favorite tattered easy-chair. His eyes were riveted to her nylon-clad legs. Smiling, Nina hiked the hem of her short dress up an inch. Her father's eyes met hers for an instant, and he smiled broadly before returning his gaze to her legs. She felt a shivery thrill run through her. She hiked the dress up another inch, exposing alabaster skin above the tops of her sheer black stockings.

"Jesus, Nina," said her mother fro Continue»

Shelly and Matt


By SpectreOfHell


It was, in Shelly’s opinion, the most boring party she’d ever gone to. There was no one there even close to her age, just adults and little k**s running around making noise. The food was bland and the music was driving her nuts. And it wasn’t like anyone really wanted her around in the first place. The relatives had made all the expected comments about how much she’d grown, about her becoming a “little woman,” and now they ignored her. No one even noticed when she went outside and found a quiet place in the gar Continue»

Let me start off by making something perfectly clear. I love porn. I don't know if it's an addiction or not, and I don't care, I just love porn. If I was addicted to cigarettes and I really loved smoking I wouldn't call it a problem. So I love looking at naked women, at couples fucking, at almost anything in fact. I love reading fiction and true accounts, and I love talking to people about porn and sex.

But it seems to me that the bulk of porn being made today has no real purpose. The art of telling a story seems to have almost dried up. These days a couple of guys set up a camera, get a girl to come to their house, and film one of them fucking her. And that's it. She's just a girl who showed up to get fucked, she got fucked, and it's over. Sometimes she's pretty, sometimes smoking hot, sometimes plain Jane, but what's the point? Yeah, it's great fun for the guys doing the vids, and the girl must enjoy it or at least enjoy getting paid for it, though I doubt many of them get recompense at all. You could claim you're doing "casting" for a porn movie and get all the free, willing pussy you could ever dream of getting.

Those sorts of vids might be great for newbies and teenage boys who will stroke to anything, but not for me. Yes, I find myself drawn to particular types of vids and in those I don't care at all if there's a story. I prefer solo women, ladies who lay back and play with themselves, especially when it's obvious they're alone with the camera. And I love even half-assed attempts at portraying a scene, trying to sell the sex by giving us a little set-up. Hey, it's the pool boy and the lonely housewife, or hey it's the pizza delivery guy and the two hot coeds, or anything for that matter. That's at least something.

Don't get me wrong, I can get my rocks off watching a beautiful woman get fucked even if the sex is pointless. Sometimes it's just the fact that she's so sexy crazy beautiful that I can't take my eyes off her, and I'm wishing the entire time that it was me shoving cock into her. I can imagine myself in many of the couplings I see, in fact. But I miss the stories.

In the golden age of porn, the glorious late 70's and the early 80's, filmmakers put some effort into their creations. True, sometimes there was too much story, but the story was what made the sex spicy. We knew who these people were and why they were fucking, and we were involved with the story. I miss that. There are some attempts at that today, and I applaud those efforts, but the majority of porn is simple pointing a camera at a rutting couple and that's it. That's why, I think, I'm drawn mostly to specific types of porn movies, things like schoolgirls and ballerinas, the babysitter or older-younger couplings, i****t and fetish things like transexuals or stockings or uniforms or...well, I have a long list of turn ons. And I'm sure most people are the same as me, they have their specific turn ons too.

But I would love to see more attempts at real stories. It makes me want to pick up a camera myself and make my own movies. They don't have to be feature length, just shorts would do. Have some action and dialog that sets up the relationship between the people onscreen, and then have them fuck. Make us involved with the story of this couple. Stories are what makes what we see most interesting. I'm sure I'm not the only one who watches a beautiful woman being fucked and plays out a story in my head to explain the relationship between man and woman. It makes the sex we see much, MUCH more erotic.

So if anyone has any tips on how to get started making porn movies, feel free to share the info. I wouldn't care to make money from them, so long as I don't have to pay anyone to be in them. Hell, I know guys would do it for free, but how many women would? Without being tricked into it, I mean. And if anyone has links to some good stories, I'd love to see those too.

Thanks for reading this far. I just had to get it out of my system! Please, to all of you out there, TELL A STORY! Even a bad story is better than none at all.

Cheers,
Spectre

Finding Out

By SpectreOfHell


It was just past midnight when Elizabeth slipped out of bed. Her husband, Phillip, snored deeply, and she knew from experience that he wouldn't miss her. She stood for a moment gazing down at him, wondering how he could look so innocent in his sl**p after what he had done with their daughter. It had taken all her willpower not to give herself away, to act as though everything was still normal. She left him laying there and went to Claire's room.

Claire had kicked off most of her covers and lay with her young body mostly exposed. She was be Continue»

Affair of the Heart

By SpectreOfHell


Ben simply wasn't used to being around k**s. He and Judith had been dating for three weeks and had been having sex for two of those, but this was the first night he'd actually slept over. Judith had been reluctant for him to stay at her place, unsure how her daughter would react to it. Trudy was twelve years old and had doted on her father when he was around. It had broken her heart when the man had left without warning, deciding that he'd rather be with a nineteen year old girl than his wife and daughter.

But to everyeone' Continue»

This isn't fiction, it's opinion, so if you don't care what I think then don't read further.

I just wanted to comment on something I've noticed over the years. While publicly everyone decries the very idea of someone having lustful thoughts about girls below the age of 18, it has been my experience that many, many people are extremely turned on by the fantasy of such young girls. Things like Barely Legal, or schoolgirls, or fucking the babysitter, or i****t, or anything where a young woman has tiny breasts and shaved pussy so that she could pass for someone much younger, are very popular.

This trend is evident in film, photography, and fiction. While almost anyone would be quick to revile the p*******e, equating the word and giving it the same weight as "c***d molester," secretly they get off on fantasies of young girls being with older men. Males more than females have this desire, but I've met plenty of ladies who fantasize about being a little girl and having sex with an older man, or who just get off on dirty thoughts of the young.

Fantasies about u******e sex are NOT an indication of someone's potential to cause harm. They're just fantasies. I've met plenty of people who fantasize about r**e, domination, enslavement, pain, humiliation, and plenty else, who would never do such things in real life. Likewise, people who enjoy fantasies about young people having sex with each other or with adults are not the same people who would stalk playgrounds. r**e isn't about sex, it's about power and control and ego. c***d molestation isn't about love and tenderness and sexual release, it comes from a mental defect, when someone convinces himself or herself that all c***dren are capable and desirous of sex.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with fantasies, no matter what labels others might apply to them. In the US, the First Amendment to the Constitution protects all written works that do not libel or contain depictions of criminal acts against real persons. In other words, if you make it up and don't include characters that are similar to real, well-known people, then it is 100% legal.

Remember, this only applies to the written word and NOT to photographs or artwork. Depictions of minors engaged in sexual activity even if they aren't real (in other words artwork or computer generated imagery) are in most cases NOT legal. However, that ruling also seems to cover porn in which an adult is portrayed as being much younger, which confuses me since there's TONS of that stuff around. Videos and still pictures of skinny, nearly flat chested women with shaved pussies posing naked and engaged in the most raunchy sex while dressed as cheerleaders or otherwise wearing items most commonly associated with young girls (wearing Mary Janes, schoolgirl uniforms, etc.).

But whether a particular image or video is legal or not, the fact remains that it wouldn't exist if there wasn't a market for it. And what happens in your head, in your thoughts, or in your dreams are never, ever wrong. It's only when you ACT on them that you cross the line.

For all of you who are quick to call someone sick for admiring the beauty of youth or for fantasizing about enjoying such beauty in politically incorrect ways, you should remember that there are many more people out in the world who have those thoughts than you could imagine.

Laying Out

By SpectreOfHell


It was a warm day, but not as warm as Vicky wanted it to be. Summer was fading and she still hoped to get a little bit of a tan before she couldn't lay out anymore. Her husband had to work that day, and the contractor he'd hired to work on the dock was late, but it was a Saturday and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. She started to put on a par of shorts and a halter top then changed her mind. No, today she'd wear that bikini she'd bought on impulse and had never dared to wear before. It was flimsy, the top barely covering Continue»

Ashley Wants It

By SpectreOfHell

“You don’t mind?” Helen asked again. She pulled her robe tighter around her body and sneezed.

“I don’t mind, I promise,” Jeff told his wife. “You’re sick. Go to bed. I’ll get Ashley to help me make you some soup.”

“I feel bad leaving you to babysit,” she said, sniffling. “I told her mother I’d watch her.”

“You should have told her you had a cold,” he chided. “But it’s okay. Ashley and I get along just fine. I’ll watch af Continue»

A Boy and Girl Story

By SpectreOfHell


Only yesterday, Nick had been on top of the world. For four years, he'd been a geek, an outsider, the guy that none of the glamorous girls would date. Jana had been the incredibly beautiful cheerleader who had chosen him, ahead of all others, to fall in love with. It had seemed too good to be true. And then, just last night, he had discovered that it was. She had revealed herself to him in the most unexpected way imaginable, and he was still reeling from it.

He spotted her across the lunch room, carrying her tray to the table where the Continue»

The Nurse

By SpectreOfHell



Greg made no effort to be quiet when he entered, no more than usual. He had told Valerie, the day nurse, that he would be unable to visit his grandmother today, but plans had changed, giving him the afternoon free. It was well after lunch, and it was likely his grandmother had already taken her medication and was fast asl**p. That was okay. It would give him more time to spend with Valerie.

Valerie had been the second nurse Greg's had hired to watch his ailing grandmother. There were three in all, two who alternated days and a younger girl Continue»

Bridesmaid

by SpectrOfHell


Robert could tell that Lisa was nervous by the way her hand trembled in his as he lead her to the dance floor. "Don't worry," he told her as the music swelled. "You look beautiful."

She gave him a slightly surprised look which he understood very well. He hadn't really meant to say anything about what she looked like, he'd meant to say she would be a good dancer or something like that. But she WAS beautiful, and why shouldn't he say it? Just because she was thirteen and he was pushing forty? The surprised expression m Continue»

Bridesmaid

by SpectrOfHell


Robert could tell that Lisa was nervous by the way her hand trembled in his as he lead her to the dance floor. "Don't worry," he told her as the music swelled. "You look beautiful."

She gave him a slightly surprised look which he understood very well. He hadn't really meant to say anything about what she looked like, he'd meant to say she would be a good dancer or something like that. But she WAS beautiful, and why shouldn't he say it? Just because she was thirteen and he was pushing forty? The surprised expression morphed into one of wonder as he continued to smile at her, and when they reached the middle of the dance floor she molded her young body against his without hesitation.

He wished she hadn't, of course. Not that he didn't relish the feel of her soft body pressing against him, it was just that it had been too long since he'd been with a woman. The feel of anyone's body was sure to turn him on, but Lisa was doubly dangerous. The top of her head came up to just below his nose so that her fluffy hairdoo tickled him. She smelled wonderful, too wonderful for a girl so young. He wanted to pull her even closer and to kiss her. Those were thoughs he had to push away before...

It was too late. He was getting hard. He knew he was blushing as they swayed across the dance floor. They passed by the bride and groom waltzing nearby. The bride was Lisa's s****r, and they smiled at each other, passing some kind of unspoken commentary. The bride smiled at Robert too, as he were part of whatever they shared. And that made him even more aroused. Lisa smiled up at him, her wrists crossed behind his neck. "You're a good dancer," she told him.

"Thanks, you too," he replied. Why did she have to be so lovely? Honey-blonde hair and fair skin, deep emerald eyes and thick pouty lips, she was slender and willowy, like a model, but thick enough to be real. She managed to press just a little closer to him, mashing her little breasts against his abdomen. He glanced down at her clevage and blushed even more when he saw that she'd noticed.

"It's okay to look," she said quietly, almost giggling.

"Just not to touch, right?" he said, trying to laugh along.

She tilted her head coyly. "Not necessarily," she said.

"Jesus, Lisa," he groaned, shaking his head. "Why tease me like that?"

"Like what?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"You know like what," he said. "All the flirting. Why tease me?"

"Maybe I'm not teasing," she said.

On impulse, he pulled her pelvis closer so that she had no choice but to feel how hard she had made him. He saw her eyes widen momentarily and knew she had felt it. "One day," he warned, "you'll tease the wrong man and you'll get more than you bargained for."

"I don't tease," she said, but added softly, "not just anyone, anyway."

"Why me, then?" he asked. "You know how old I am. And a girl your age...well, that sort of thing just can't happen, Lisa."

"Why not?"she pouted. "We wouldn't have to tell anyone."

He almost shoved her away then as he grew a little angry. "Stop teasing me, damn it," he growled. "I mean it."

Subdued, she lay her cheek against his chest. The music, as if on cue, slowed and became something romantic. He held her a little tighter, praying that someone would interrupt them. But no one would. They smiled at them, unaware of the struggle he was having with his self control. A bridesmaid and the b*****r of the groom's father, they probably thought it was so CUTE. He understood Lisa better than she did herself, he thought. She wanted desperately to be grown up, more like her older s****rs. She felt like she'd been shunted aside, relegated to a mere bridesmaid position while her s****r was the bride and her other s****r was maid of honor. But she wasn't grown up. She was thirteen, and she had no business playing an adult game like this.

"I'm sorry," she told him.

"It's okay," he said.

"I mean it," she said, looking up at him again. "I'm sorry I turned you on..."

"Yeah, well," he began.

She cut him off, "That I turned you on and you don't want to do anything about it." She grinned impishly.

"If I thought you were serious," he said, shaking his head.

"What if I was?" she asked.

He stared into her eyes. Then, throwing caution to the wind, he put his mouth to her ear and said, "Then I'd take you someplace quiet and fuck your brains out."

Her eyes were wide as saucers when he looked into them again, but she was still smiling. He knew he could get into trouble for that, but he could always deny it. He'd done nothing but be a perfect gentleman throughout the rehersals and everything else. The song ended, thankfully, and they parted. They both clapped for the band and went seperate ways, her to the bride's table to whisper excitedly, and he for the nearest exit. She was probably bragging about how much she had turned the old man on. They'd have a good laugh about that. He didn't care. He just wanted to go home. Home to his little apartment and his lonely life.

The air outside was crisp and cleared his thoughts a little. It had been three years since the divorce. All his friends begged him to start dating again, but he just didn't have it in him. He wasn't sure why. He and Joan had been high school sweethearts, and he'd only had sex with one other woman besides her. He wanted sex, that wasn't the issue, it was that no one he met appealed to him. Until Lisa, that is, and she was strictly off limits.

He jumped when a small hand touched his arm. Lisa giggled at his reaction. "What do you want?" he said harshly.

She ignored his tone. "My s****r gave me this," she said, displaying an object in the palm of her hand. It was a condom.

He glared at her. "And what do you want with that?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe she worred you'd have some kind of disease, but I know you don't. Besides, I'm on the pill."

"Damn it, Lisa," he said. "Why are you doing this?"

She sobered a bit as she stared into his angry, frustrated eyes. "Because," she said. "Because I really like you. Alot. You make me feel special and pretty and...and I dream about you at night."

"Huh?"

"I dream that you come and take me away and make me yours, that we get married and have k**s and...other things," she said, turning a little pink. "I dream that you and I make love."

He shook his head. "Dreams are just dreams, Lisa," he said.

"No," she countered. "They mean something. Even if they're just telling me stuff that I'm scared to admit to myself. Robert...what you said on the dance floor..."

"I shouldn't have said that."

"There's a storage room just down from the restrooms," she said. "It's empty. The door isn't locked."

He stared at her. Suddenly, something in him snapped. Well, if she thought she was a grown up, let her see how grown ups do things. She'd call a stop to it quickly enough. He grabbed her hand and said, "Show me."

It was as if someone had told her it was Christmas morning. Her face actually glowed, and she eagerly led the way, pulling him along to a side entrance. They hurried past the doors to the reception hall, turning the corner to where the restrooms were. Luckily, no one was there. The storage room was unlocked, just as she'd said. She went in first and turned to him as he shut the door behind him.

He took a moment to drink her in. All five feet of her in a peach colored silk dress and a pair of matching pumps and pantyhose. He stepped forward, and she didn't shrink away, though he could see how nervous she was. Now he understood why she had trembled on their way to the dance floor. He put his arms around her carefully, and she melted into his embrace willingly. He bent his head and kissed her. It was a light kiss, tentative, an exploration, and when neither of them screamed or burst into flames, they kissed again. She parted her lips and caressed his with her tongue until he allowed her into his mouth. She moaned softly as they shared that first forbidden kiss, her eyes fluttering closed.

"I could go to jail for this," he mumbled between kisses.

"I'll never ever tell," she said. "I swear it."

He moved his hand up to cup her breast, making her gasp. Even through the dress and her bra he could feel how hard her nipple was. He moved his mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing, and then to her chest and the tops of her breasts. She leaned back against some boxes, her hands running through his hair. He lifted her by the waist and placed her atop the boxes. She spread her legs to allow him to nestle between them, and they kissed hungrily again.

He couldn't believe how quickly his defenses had melted away. She was a clumsy kisser, which he should have expected since she was only thirteen and hadn't had much experience. At any moment, he was sure, she'd come to her senses and ask him to stop. He prayed he'd have the strength to obey. He pushed up her dress by sliding his hand from her knee onto her thigh. She gasped and quivered, but she didn't stop him. He cupped her crotch, finding it hot. To his surprise, she wasn't wearing pantyhose, they were stockings. He lifted the dress high enough to take a look. High cut panties framed by lacy stocking tops and a garter belt.

"It was my s****r's idea," she said, blushing.

"It's sexy as hell," he told her, meaning it.

She giggled. He kissed her again and then dipped his head quickly to plant kisses on her nylon covered thighs. He moved up quickly, making her gasp again, and licked the exposed skin of her inner thigh next to her crotch. She smelled like a woman here, sure enough. He nuzzled her crotch as she leaned back further, putting her back to the wall. He grasped her by the ankles and lifted her feet up onto the boxes so that her legs were pushed even further apart. She moaned softly and tugged at his head, urging him to devour her, which he fully intended to do.

Hooking a finger into the leg opening of her panties, he pulled the gusset aside and exposed her young pussy. She had a thin muff of light blonde hair at the top of her slit, but her distended labia were almost hairless and glistened with moisture. Moaning, he plunged his tongue into her folds making her gasp loudly and stiffen. "Oh god!" she hissed.

He wiggled his tongue into her before moving up to swirl around her clit. He sucked the little nubbin before he pulled back to look up at her. "Does that feel good?" he asked. "Is this what you hoped for?"

She nodded vigorously. "Nobody's ever done that to me before," she panted.

Grinning, he plunged in again, slurping her labia and thrusting his tongue into her body. He replaced his tongue with his finer, shoving it in deeply. There was no sign of virginity which relieved some of the guilt. Lisa lifted her legs and rested her feet on his back as if to lock him in. She wiggled, and he heard her shoes hit the floor. He put his hands behind her knees and pushed her legs into the air. Her shoeless, stocking feet dangled above him erotically. He rested her heels on his chest as he stood up, and he began to frantically unbuckle his belt.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't protest. He shoved his pants and briefs down, releasing his turgid cock. She couldn't see it, but she felt it as it brushed against her thighs. He moved closer, letting his cock slide through her slit. Her mouth formed a silent "O" and she shivered.

"Are you sure?" he asked, giving her one last chance.

"Please," she whispered urgently. "Please make love to me.'

Moaning, he plunged into her. He had meant to do it slowly, sensuously, but the moment his cockhead lodged at her entrance he almost fell into her body, sliding in smoothly and without resistance. She was incredibly tight, so it was amazing that he could get into her at all. He eased back and shoved in again. His balls pressed against her asshole as every inch of his cock vanished into her body. She moaned deeply, staring into his eyes.

Nothing was said. He began to fuck her with long, deep strokes, their union filling the air with wet sounds. Her shoeless foot dangled by his face. He almost shied away, but she smelled fragent, like powder, and on implse he took her toes into his mouth and sucked. As if it were a trigger, she came explosively, her pussy clamping down on him as she shook violently. He rode it out and then resumed fucking her, his own orgasm building rapidly. She seemed to sense it.

"Yeah," she panted. "Are you gonna cum? Cum in me, Robert. Please! Cum in me!"

He moaned deeply. She might have lied about the pills, but he didn't care. He drove into her f***efully and began to orgasm. His cock throbbed inside her and spewed a thick load of hot cum against the entrance to her thirteen year old womb. She cried out and crashed into another orgasm, the feel of a man's seed filling her sending her over the edge again. When they were done, they slumped against each other, panting for breath. Their eyes met and they both smiled and began to laugh.

"I can't believe we did that," he said.

"I know," she agreed. She kissed him tenderly. "Can we do it again soon?" she asked.

"Jesus," he groaned. "Lisa, what do you expect to happen between us?"

She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "What do YOU want?"

He couldn't say what he wanted. It was i*****l and society would never allow it. But she knew what he thought anyway and spoke it aloud. "You want me to be your girlfriend," she said. "You want us to be together." He nodded.

"I want that too, Robert," she said. "I wouldn't fuck just ANYONE in the closet, you know."

He laughed. They kissed again. He was still hard, so he began to move inside her again. She was thrilled, he was amazed. He hadn't kept a hard on like this since he was a teenager. She was special for him, alright. He nuzzled her and decided to test the limits. "I want to fuck your ass now," he whispered.

She hesitated only a moment. "Okay," she whispered back to him.

"Really?" he asked.

She smiled. "I'll do anything for you, Robert," she said.

He almost felt guilty about that as he eased his cock out of her freshly fucked pussy. She slid dutifully off the boxes, smiling at him as he turned her around. Without prompting, she bent over the boxes and thrust out her ass. He flipped up her dress exposing her ass. He'd never had anal sex before and wasn't sure it would work now. It was enough that she was so willing to try, and right then, at that moment, he knew he would never be able to let this girl, this woman-c***d go.

He bent and lined up his cock, holding her panties aside. She reached between her legs to grasp his slimy cock and guide it to her anus. When he was pressed against her rosebud, she let go, and he began to push. She grunted when his cock head slipped into her sphincter. She was struggling to relax, to let him in. He told himself to stop, that he was probably hurting her, but he couldn't. He groaned as he sank deeper and deepr into her rectum, their combined juices serving as the perfect lubricant. After a few minutes, he was balls deep in her butt and she was thrusting back at him, obviously enjoying it.

"You like it," he commented, shocked.

"Uh, huh," she agreed, moaning.

"Have you ever...before?"

"No," she gasped. "God! It feels SO good!"

"Yeah," he moaned in agreement.

He pulled her closer, reaching around her body so that his fingers could play with her pussy. She cried out, reaching over her shoulder to play with his head and neck. They kissed over her shoulder, and then she began to orgasm. He'd just cum and so he lasted a little longer this time. Still, three years of pent-up lust couldn't be held back. He rode out her orgasm and continued to pound her, amazed at how much she was enjoying it.

"Cum, cum," she chanted. "Cum in my butt, Robert. Fill up my butt. Fuck my butt, Robert!"

He gave a strangled groan and slammed into her, erupting. "Yes!" she screamed and came right along with him. The second orgasm was different from the first but just as sweet. He emptied everything he had left into her bowels. The world faded away, it meant nothing anymore. Only she mattered. She was his world now.

They came down slowly, panting heavily, sharing soft kisses over her shoulder until his cock softened enough to slip out of her. She turned around to face him, rising on her toes in order to press her lips to his. "I love you, Lisa," he whispered, the words slipping out, surprising them both.

"Oh, Robert," she gushed, tears forming in her eyes. "I love you too, Robert."

It was the passion of the moment, he knew, but it still felt like love to him. Three long years he had waited and searched, and she had come to him at last, and he would never have to be lonely again. There would be problems to overcome, but they would manage. They would be together.

They got their clothes back in order and shared another long kiss. "Can I come to your room tonight?" she asked.

"I'd be upset if you didn't," he said.

She grinned. "I want you to cum in my mouth next," she said. "Then you'll have cum in every part of me, and I'll be totally yours."

He laughed. "You already are," he said. She laughed in agreement, and they slipped out of the closet and headed back for the party.

Vacation Playmate

By SpectreOfHell


"So," Nick said as he studied the little girl sitting across from him. "What do you want to do?"

She shrugged, which was all that he had expected from her. He rolled his eyes, which she couldn't see because her eyes were fixed firmly on the floor, and tried once again to figure out how he'd gotten stuck with babysitting duty. It certainly wasn't what he'd planned to be doing on his vacation.

Nick was forty years old, and this was the first vacation he'd had in over three years. He damn well deserv Continue»

Motel Pool

by SpectreOfHell

Part 3 of 3

John was visibly shaking as he pulled his car into the parking lot of the Timmonsville Motor Lodge. He was ten miles from home. Timmonsville was just a hole in the road, an abandoned mill town with a single gas station and one run down motel being the only two businesses around. Teens kept the motel in business renting rooms by the hour. When John told the clerk he needed one for a couple of days, the old man raised one eyebrow but didn't comment. Ten minutes later, parked around the back of the old motel, John ushered Kim into the roo Continue»

Motel Pool

by SpectreOfHell

Part 2 of 3

Morning came too early. John had barely slept the night before. He had waited for Kim to arrive and she never did. That scared him almost out of his skin. Her parents had found out, he just knew it, and the police would show up at his door any minute to take him away. What had he been thinking? Having sex with a c***d?

But then he would think about her, his sweet angel, and the risk fell into proportion. She hadn't entered his heart, it felt like she had been there all along, and it was time and fate that had finally brought them Continue»