Pan Stories

I laugh as I pass through the gossamer thin veil, exuberant at my release into the orderly, unsuspecting town. Cackling, I unleash lusty sorcery from my enchanted rod. Inhibitions are dissolved; fiery passions and repressed desires are freed. Delinquent, raucous fun ensues. With pumpkin grins and lewd giggles, prudish couples frolic naked in the street. Unshackled from their chains, prim housewives slurp and gobble; cocks...