Phallus Stories

She took great care selecting her pumpkin. The intimacy of inspection raised eyebrows, but this was family tradition, not to be forsaken. That night, under flickering candles, her tongue found the sweet spot and her sharp knife cut true. She eased in the end of the hartshorn phallus, hearing, feeling the wet flesh embrace. Seated deep, its flaring head stood proud, beckoning. Legs wide in the harvest chair, she cradled he...

* Fumble in the dark When Two Become One * Fumble in the dark Lips lock Tongues twirl * Fumble in the dark Hands roam Feet stagger * Fumble in the dark Torsos tumble Bodies entwine * Fumble in the dark Shaft firms Quim moistens * Fumble in the dark Phallus impales Twat stuffed * Fumble in the dark Cock pulsates Pussy convulses * Fumble in the dark Lustful moans Intense orgasm * Deeply Orgasmic Body Shaking Fumble In The D...

She's read the leaves, consulted the oracles. All showed their smiling favor. Body carefully cleansed, dressed in yellow silks, she begins her rite. She kneels before their images, gown and legs spread wide, body intently awakened. With whispered pleas, she lifts the ancient phallus and nuzzles in the bulbous tip. With the first thrust, she envisions her own conception, her mother taking his seed. The next, her mother's m...