Lubrican: Stories

An Uncle Bob Story
Brandy's second semester at college is going well, until she has to come up with a project in Comparative Anatomy for her Biology class. She thinks of something her uncle, her father and her brother all have that could be compared. But how would she present that to her professor? Never fear, Uncle Bob knows how to save her day... if not her hymen.

Melissa takes care of her brother's sore muscles after his track practices. He also has another... problem, and when she offers to help with that too things race forward. But she believes firmly in saying NO and she says it all the way to the finish line. / (Reviews)

Why is it that when an older man expresses interest in a girl young enough to be his daughter, society objects? She was the subject of gossip for years. Now hear her side of the story from her own lips. / (Reviews)

Another in the genre of "be careful what you wish for" stories. The guys try to rig their weekly poker game to get the wives involved. It's all just for a little grab-ass; nothing hot or heavy. But things get out of control, and when the wives find out what's really going on, well, Hell hath ho fury like a woman scammed.

Young widowed school marm Livvy gets snowed into her one room school house with a young man and set of siblings. They're going to have to huddle to keep warm - and the boys refuse to huddle with each other. As everybody knows, friction makes heat and things heat up nicely!

Mandy's cheerleader buddies have awarded her pussy to whoever scores the winning points if they take State. What nobody knows is she's actually a virgin and she wants to stay that way. Maybe her brother can help. He's on the team. Will he throw the game to protect his sister's honor... or not. / (Reviews)

An Uncle Bob Story
There is a story about a frog that is put into a pot of water at room temperature. The pot is put on the stove and the heat is increased slowly. The frog is alleged not to realize he is being cooked, even up to his final moments. I understand that frog, because in a sense, the same thing happened to me. My house was the pot. My niece and her two friends were the water. And a happy little accident was the source of the heat that slowly cooked me.