If you want to know where the rest of my stories are archived, nearly all of them are at www.fictionmania.tv .I should warn you, ladycyrrh (who was a ...eviewer way back on assm; this preface has become rather dated) labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned.Seven WishesBy Ed MillerIf only I'd have had more willpower, it. And that fucking ass in those jeans?" Bam! I would hit that like a prize-fighter." Yeah, but who goes first?" Flip a coin. Who gives a fuck? I'd take sloppy seconds for a piece of that ass."Helen stood listening, her breathing heavy and her fingers pressed hard against the denim between her legs. Her fantasies took on a whole new dimension.Could she?Would they?The thought of being with both of them had her flowing like a river. As quickly as the thought formed in her head, she popped open two. Boy's own cock throbbing, he whispered an "ohhh" as he touched his lips to the precum oozing out of daddy's pisshole. He kissed it gently and opened his mouth a little to kiss it more wetly. "No, no", daddy said hoarsely, "close your eyes and keep your mouth closed for daddy, boy...daddy wants to see it", he said as he mashed the head of his cock against boy's closed lips, grunting a little, smearing the precum over them as he went. "Good boy", he said groaning, his boy groaning along with him.. Her eyes followed me as I walked to and returned from the coat rack in the corner. Our eyes met again and I gulped, painfully aware of what was to follow.Just as I opened my mouth to speak, she interjected, “Am I supposed to get naked for this or what?” The very thought elicited a deep pang of lust in my core.“Many people do,” I replied, resisting the urge to mentally undress her, “But some keep their underwear on. It’s really whatever you’re comfortable with, Ms Waltham.” I retrieved a towel.