Unnamed KT Webcomic: 02
Story & Art by KT




Jax groaned as if ordered to perform a dreadful chore. Her head flopped heavily to one side, and she regarded his excited member, standing straight up, alert and throbbing—wanting to feel this hot girl’s eyes on it and still trembling with the anticipatory fear of a disappointing judgment. Fear of a ruthless determination stated plainly. Fear of laughter, of chagrin. Of disappointment. Jax provided no feedback, however, only raising the blanket up over her face, her delicate nose and chin...
2026-01-28 02:57:50 +0000 UTC View PostLater, he got the idea they were teasing him. Like it had been an act. Because no sooner had that same-sex preening begun than it was over.
Thora was sexual. More sexual than any girl he'd ever been with. He was a nerd. But he was a business nerd. The ladies he'd attracted in college were of the same veneer. Efficient, straightforward, mechanical. Thora was a nerd too, but not of the same ilk. She was of a fun-based brand. An exploratory one. Libertine, if you will. He'd never had sex ...
2026-01-04 02:23:02 +0000 UTC View PostGreg flipped the breasts. The grill hissed. Chicken—plain, unseasoned. Sweet potato fries tossed in olive oil. The way the girls liked them. He kept his back to the pool, enjoying their laughter and inane conjecture on media’s modern shibboleths.
Then—warm breath against his neck. His skin went to gooseflesh.
Thora’s teeth grazed his earlobe, and he flinched. Her fingers slid down his arm, the hairs raised like by electricity, her touch light and teasing. She swayed agains...
2026-01-03 03:54:01 +0000 UTC View PostBrand new series! Just kidding. It’s a short story. There might be others with the same characters. Embracing Ellie finishes next week. This Cosplay Cuckold story is finished but needs editing and will wrap up this week. Happy New Year!
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Greg Calder’s life runs on numbers.
His logistics empire? Optimized. His Austin house? ...
2025-12-31 18:27:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe room swam. The sight of his Ellie’s familiar hand placed somewhere it should never be incensed him—but with the jealous rage came an exquisite pleasure. Almost a hurt. An ache. A longing. The longing was a desire for things to progress. To see the interaction between lovely Ellie and this good guy they met—to increase their arousal, to increase their lust. To explore. To experience. Not just for Ellie to enjoy Hemi, but for Hemi to partake of this exquisite human being Danny had kno...
2025-12-20 17:12:57 +0000 UTC View PostPete jumped, and Millie laughed while his half-hard penis scattered urine in a wild zig-zag, spraying up in the air and left and right.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he said, relaxing.
“You don’t mind if I hold it while you tinkle?”
Pete said he didn’t, and she explained, “I hold Mike’s all the time if we’re in the bathroom together, and he needs to pee. I can feel the urine rumbling through it.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you feel it ...
2025-12-07 19:55:52 +0000 UTC View PostWhile Pete ravaged Millie with two middle fingers, he also began pressing the belly of his naked erection against Millie’s butt cheek. Millie felt it and loved it. She pushed herself back against it. She begged for it. She rationalized and she pleaded with Mike, but Mike stayed firm.
He said, “You can’t have it, Millie.”
And she said, “But I want it.”
And he said, “We need condoms.”
And Millie said, “Mike, I need it. I need it so, so...
2025-12-05 14:47:39 +0000 UTC View PostNow this was the official kick-off of their road trip adventure. Sun shining down hot and bright, they were outdoors, they’d lured a cop into sin; Mike’s cock was balls deep into Millie’s gushing snatch, and good god she had a tight grip on him. He pounded her from behind. Pete was going to pop at any second, Millie’s fingers slip-fanning up and down his cock’s topside, her thumb teasing the tip. Pete was humping the back of the Hemi while Millie pleasured him. The old Barr...
2025-12-03 03:49:08 +0000 UTC View PostThis is the continuation of the story I named Swingin’ Road Trip. I’ve changed it to the series name of Mike & Millie’s Swingin’ Road Trip and this first short story is called Peach (as in Peach state). Here’s the new cover:

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When Millie drew her lips to the point of Pete’s cock and then slipped off, she backhande...
2025-11-29 21:07:56 +0000 UTC View PostIt surprised Danny she hadn’t considered it. Why else would Hemi still be here at the cabin? Why wouldn’t he just “tap in” and let Hemi leave? He guessed Ellie thought this kitchen meeting was only a farewell. Thank you for coming.
Coming. Had Hemi come? Had Ellie?
The possibilities delighted him in the darkest ways—but he feared Ellie might have had enough of her husband’s scheming and was looking forward to Hemi’s departure.
Ellie set her cocktail do...
2025-11-27 04:29:03 +0000 UTC View PostEllie didn’t fall for it. He hadn’t suspected she would. Despite that, he fully committed to the bit, pretending to be poisoned, dying a slow, agonizing death at his wife’s bedside. Ellie lifted the drink from his grip as he sat slumped against the bed, his face on the bed.
A bed she’d slept in with another man, and her—
Cold drops splashed on his neck, and he jumped back, slapping a hand over the cold spot like he’d been stung by a bee. “Very funny,” he said. “T...
2025-11-15 03:38:01 +0000 UTC View PostShe’d been had. Swindled. Taken advantage of.
Hemi had tricked her and fled in the night, leaving her in the cold aftermath of a misapprehensive infidelity. A real infidelity.
And now her beloved husband was here—his life shattered—the man she loved seeing his wife in flagrante delicto, naked in another man’s bed.
A cold ball of iron dread formed near her heart. Shame and fear cast her into bottomless terror. Not that she’d been tricked—b...
2025-11-08 15:39:47 +0000 UTC View PostHemi told her what to do and wasn’t uncaring or unkind. Everything she did, he liked.
It felt wonderful to give him pleasure—to use her tongue and mouth on the part of his body with the most pleasure receptors. Maybe a man like Hemi enjoyed sex even more than other men because of the increased square footage of his sex organ. It made sense: more size meant more surface area laden with nerve endings that would race the slick, sensual attention she delivered straight to his brainstem....
2025-10-17 21:55:23 +0000 UTC View Post“Look how beautiful you are,” Hemi said, laying back on the bed with his hands behind his head.
She laughed and patted his hip bones, making his genitals jostle. “You should see my view.”
“I can tell you, I like my view way better. You’re beautiful, Elena. Spunky, daring, and just so adorable. You’ve got those dimples and those hazel eyes.”
She smoothed her hands around his pelvis, thumbing his hip bones, stroking his thighs, running her nails up his...
2025-10-15 21:12:21 +0000 UTC View PostFor the first time in her entire life, her lips touched another man’s.
Hemi’s mouth wasn’t like Daniel’s. Hemi’s lips were plump and pliable like Daniel’s, but they had a different shape. Her hand gripped his upper arm. His arms were huge, his shoulders hard globes. Hemi’s thumb caressed her jawline as they kissed. She lay face to face with him, both of them naked under the sheets. She was wet, and Hemi was erect. And in the process of bringing their mouths together at las...
2025-09-05 03:42:35 +0000 UTC View PostThe cabin was still and quiet when she re-entered. No sign of Hemi.
She had donned the white terrycloth robe, tied it at the waist, standing now in the kitchen, wondering why each footstep felt like she trod through sloppy muck. It was like medieval torture—drawn and quartered, her four axes chained to powerful horses each aimed in opposing directions. Reluctance, eagerness, hunger, fear, desire, restraint… All of them at odds and seeking to render her asunder.
The bedroom doo...
2025-09-04 02:34:44 +0000 UTC View PostThey had so much fun for the next hour. Cheesecake shots, pouting shots, cutesy stuff. She'd show off her naked body for Hemi and the camera, but she would cover up—fold an arm over naked breasts, or make sure the bubbling water hid her butt crack if she stood up. Hemi saw her nipples, but she didn't show them to him plain-as-day. It was an effort to tease Danny. They bugged Danny about the champagne. Only one bottle? And what about the food? Were they supposed to starve here? ...
2025-09-03 02:02:26 +0000 UTC View PostHemi's expression didn't change much, but he blinked a few times and stared. It was a natural expression one would make when playful teasing seemed to change gears. When he spoke, his voice was low and his tone was tentative. "Yes," he said, "that would be something."
She laughed it off and sat back, trying to look more relaxed. "Poor Danny," she said. "He'd have a heart attack."
Hemi said, "We wouldn't want that."
"At least he'd get here. When is he getting here?"<...
2025-09-01 23:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostIf Hemi were to go fetch the bubbly, he'd stand up before her, oversized manhood bouncing around in her face. Or he could turn his bare ass toward her. Leave it bare and cover the front (a two-handed job) or cover his ass and let his hose swing and dance. An awkward event all around. She said, "Look away, I'll get it," and backed out of the tub, dried off a reasonable amount and returned inside.
Danny had champagne delivered to them. Okay, it was interesting, lubricating against potenti...
2025-08-26 23:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostHe mounted the steps and wandered the halls of the second floor, tracking down his wife. Following the droplets of semen on the floor like a big-game hunter. He found her in their bedroom, in the en suite, her naked image warbling behind the glass doors of their walk-in shower. He stood and admired her for a moment, smiling, palming the belly of his aching erection over his slacks. Goddamn, Ginny was beautiful.
Look at her soaping off all that young stud’s copious ejaculate.<...
2025-08-25 20:52:06 +0000 UTC View PostPreston chuckled and stepped back, eyeing her up and down, brows knitted. Virginia didn’t look embarrassed or show any sign she might think this was asking too much. This newfound bravado excited him. Ginny requesting this young man remove his condom before they continue sent his lust into the stratosphere. Ginny taking control. Ginny not the subject under a microscope.
“Awfully bold, Ginny. You sure that’s a good idea?”
Ginny’s expression stayed playful, but her posture...
2025-08-25 20:50:06 +0000 UTC View Post
These legs belong to one of the sorority girls from Warlock Wolf. Up to no good, it looks like, dabbling in the occult. For shame.
Process video here: https://www.deviantart.com/ktmorrison/art/Goody-s-Occult-Conjuring-1231995369
2025-08-20 00:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostPete sat in the dark bedroom in a chair he had placed to get the best view of the action. He sipped his whisky and stared at their bed, comforted by the whine of Jess’s hair dryer. He had laid out lingerie for Jess, the pieces organized on the bed for when she was ready: black lace and stockings, a thong panty—all brought home from the Save-Mart.
She was doing her makeup now, and his heart pounded. They were so close to it happening. He couldn’t wait.
“Pete?” she called ...
2025-08-19 16:37:06 +0000 UTC View PostPreston went down on one knee next to the copulating couple. He rested an elbow on the coffee table and peered at Ginny while she had this young stud's cock inside her, throbbing, stroking.
"Does he feel big?"
Ginny gasped. "Oh, god, yes. Mm, yes, he's huge."
"What does it feel like?"
Carter loved Preston's dirty talk and he grunted while he fucked Ginny, caressing her back, squeezing her waist.
Ginny moaned with ecstasy, humming pain and pleasure in her...
2025-08-19 16:09:56 +0000 UTC View PostI know I posted this before and you may have read it. I explained in a previous post how this Warlock Wolf story came to be. It's been squirming away in the old brain shadows and I saw a way to bring this thing home here. It's already waaaay written, like maybe almost 100,000 words. But there's something I really liked about the relationships in this book. I never posted the second book here, but there's a whole half of the book where the main character has sex and hangs out naked with two of...
2025-08-17 01:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostPreston walked closer and got beside them, took Ginny at the small of her back and guided her to come face to face with the young man. Carter looked at Ginny, and when she looked up at him, he looked up at the ceiling.
This good-looking guy with his dick held to his belly, hidden by his shirt, showing a beautiful housewife the size of his awesome testicles.
"Go on, Ginny. You can touch them."
Every iota of entrenched propriety flashed across his wife's eyes, trying to stop ...
2025-08-17 00:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a work in progress. Big drawing coming up. Dylan Holifield and Michael Fallon doing some sorority show and tell in the campus library (from the book Size Sorority)

I drew this a few years ago and never posted it. I thought I made her neck too long or something, and maybe she wasn't plump enough or soft enough for the Kelsey I write about. But I saw it the other day and I liked it so I finished it. (Click image above to see video)
