SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Dickless [google-translator] —Part 1 (Adam’s Mom)— I’m back: the Greek Bandit, Master of Ass, Backdoor Man. By now you’ve probably figured out that’s hyperbole. I can’t get inside any girl’s behind at will. ‘Johnny Buttfuck’ is an honorary title only slightly less ironic than Bend-Her-Over, my friends’ oh-so-clever reworking of my last name, Benderson. I have been inside precisely three girls’ backsides: Christine, the modelish beauty; Heather, the buxom waitress; and Jayden, the punkish friend-zoner. But only because a popular

Dickless [google-translator] That’s what the fellas call me. I have a rare sexual specialty: I anally penetrate almost any girl I fancy. I’m a Greek bandit. Let me tell you how I got that way. My real name is John Benderson. In high school they called me Bend-her-over, ironically. I had never been with a woman that way, as everyone knows. That was their clever way of drawing attention to the fact. Get it? I was of middling popularity, but

[google-translator]   By Pakcouple Prologue: Most people when they think of “muslim” girls naturally assume them to be more conservative and less sexual than girls of other religions. Well if you are looking for a story about just such a “Muslim-Pakistani-American” girl, read no more. The girls/women in this story are not typical. They are “Muslim-Pakistani-American”, but that is where all resemblance ends! Mahera, Kamila, and Jamila are not usual girls by any stretch of the imagination. The three sisters

[google-translator]   By ojiisan   Anastasia was the nerdy girl my best friend in middle-school dreamed to date. Chubby and shy; both a ginger and a Jew, with a slender nose and a long face that earned her the nickname “Horseface.” Adorable. Thinking me better with the girls, he begged me to go and put in a good word for him, and maybe score him a date. Anastasia smiled at all my crappy jokes in the most vulnerable way, and

[google-translator]   By Micky D Part 1   Part 2   A week later I was once again confronted with the round countenance of Mr. Rogers as I sat in the consulting room. My swollen and bruised member had returned to some semblance of normalcy – if one was able to ignore the seam of sutures on the underside – and Mr. Rogers told me that he was very pleased with progress. He asked me if there were any problems

[google-translator]   by Porky_Pig   Big Don Keystone had never been tied up in his life, so when his beautiful young wife Tina had suggested it as a means to spice up their love life, he had naturally protested. The couple had been married nearly ten years, and of late their love life had taken a rather mundane turn. What had started as a raw animalistic attraction between a middle aged boss and his nubile secretary had now digressed into

[google-translator]   by MsMorrigan   The loud voice on the other side of the door seemed to drown out the three knocks that the delivery guy had just put upon the thick wooden door before him only a few seconds before. The loud voice grew stronger as it seemed to get closer to the door. The poor delivery man grew nervous as the door was flung open quickly before him. Miss Eleanore Ruine stood there with her hand out waiting

[google-translator]   By MisterReason   Nora Kent had been standing at the front door looking out through the curtain even since she had gotten the call about a half hour ago, and when she finally saw her son’s car pull into the driveway she got as giddy as a school girl despite being 57, but she tried to get herself together while her pride and joy got a suitcase out of the trunk. “Mustn’t act like you’re happy Nora,” she