It was a long week at work, and when I got home Friday evening I was too exhausted to even think about sex. I downed a beer and went to bed. But Saturday morning, I woke up refreshed and ready to go! Remembering what a great time I’d had with Agnes last weekend, I figured I’d give the FOWNY website another whirl. I sat down at my laptop and browsed to the FOWNY bookmark. I typed in the user number it had given me last wee...

Babs Claus, Santa’s latest wife, was horny. It was two weeks before Christmas, and her husband hadn’t touched her for a month. He was too involved with production schedules, product development, and in producing a world’s worth of toys by Christmas. But Babs was young and vital, recently arrived at the North Pole, and she had needs. The ache in her loins was palpable. She peered through the doorway to her husband’s office...

I was home, alone, again, on a Friday night. Sitting in front of my computer, and logged in to my favorite porn site. Among all the usual thumbnails for a variety of sex videos, there was the usual ad in the corner: “Fuck Older Women Near You, For Free!” it blared, in a bright, blinking font. “If only those were for real,” I thought to myself with a sigh. I had graduated from college a few months ago, and was fortunate en...

My wife had been out of town on business for the week, no doubt screwing around with everyone she could lay her hands on. But now we were lying naked in bed, as usual on a Saturday night. She was absentmindedly playing with her double-ended dildo. "Are you ready to hear about all my affairs for the week?" she asked. "Not this time," I said. "Tonight, I am going to talk, and you are going to listen." She laughed. "Yeah, ri...

My wife and I never have sex anymore. Instead, we lie naked in bed together on Saturday nights, and she tells me about the affairs she's had all week. The humiliation, along with the sexy stories, get me hornier and more excited than our previous, vanilla sex ever did. I was on my back, casually stroking my semi-erect cock, waiting for this week's story to begin. She was easing a glass dildo in and out of her pussy. "I wa...

My wife and I were in bed, naked. It was Saturday night, and I was ready for our weekly round of mediocre sex. After fifteen years of marriage, the lovemaking had gotten pretty routine. But still, sex is sex. I rolled on my side to face her. "Honey?" I said expectantly. She remained on her back, staring at the ceiling. She spoke, in a monotone. "I've been unfaithful to you." "What?" I was dumbstruck. I wasn't even sure I'...

The second thing I noticed about her was the diamond ring on her left hand. As a single man, and a particularly horny one at that, who spends a lot of time on the road, I've learned to consider all women to be potential sex partners. It pays to note at the outset which ones are married. Not that I have any qualms about fucking a married woman, mind you; indeed, they have certain advantages over the single ones. It's just...

I'm back on the road again, traveling on my seemingly never-ending series of business trips. The money is good, but the work is quite boring. Today, I left work late and went back to my hotel, tired and a bit cranky. I called my girlfriend on my cell phone, and we had a nice chat. After our talk, I felt a lot better, but now I was horny as hell! My hotel room had a sort of balcony. Well, not a balcony exactly, but a walkw...

I stared at the fabulous, gyrating ass for forty-five minutes. Exactly forty-five minutes, to the second. I watched it gyrate, rotate, and wiggle; I watched it go through every possible motion that a beautiful female posterior can execute, over and over and over again. My eyes never left it, for three quarters of an hour. How can I be so sure of the exact duration of my staring session? Because I was riding an exercise bi...

I was tied up with school work for the next few days, but before long Friday rolled around, and my dinner date with Mary Sue Henderson. We had decided to go to Rocco's Tacos. I waited for her in the dorm lobby, which connects the men's and women's towers. The elevator dinged, opened, and there she was, right on time at 5:30, wearing a blue fuzzy sweater and jeans. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail and her fingernails...

The next morning, I woke up an hour early for class. Stuart was still snoring in his bed. I was fully awake and alert, firing on all cylinders, and full of energy! The encounter with Professor Milford had certainly given me a boost in my self-confidence that was sticking around. I got to class early, got a good seat, and followed the lecture with rapt attention. I even raised my hand and answered a few questions. My other...

My cock was jutting out longer and harder than it ever had in my life. Professor Milford, kneeling before me, reached out and grabbed the shaft from underneath. Her fingers were smooth and cool, and I sucked in my breath at her touch. Her red fingernails stood out in stark contrast to the smooth pink skin of my shaft. She began slowly stroking it, forward and backwards. She looked me dead in the eyes. "I want you to cum a...

Dr. Gregory Louse stood in front of his white board, and gestured with his cane. "We have a new and inexplicable patient-of-the-week, people. What are the symptoms?" he demanded of his assembled team of diagnosticians. "Overactive libido and uncontrollable sexual urges," said Dr. Foreskin, a huge, muscular black man with an enormous bulge in the crotch of his scrubs. "She has sex at least ten times a day." Dr. Louse seize...

Father Flanagan slowly woke up as the morning light crept through the bedroom window. His head hurt. He looked around. That's not my dresser, he thought. And this isn't my bed. Where am I? Turning, he saw a woman lying next to him, on her side, facing away from him. She was naked, and had long blonde hair. She looked a lot like his late wife. Then he remembered. The woman turned toward him. "Daddy!" she said. "You're awak...

Maria stood before her son's bedroom door. She held her fist up, ready to knock. She paused, a tiny twinge of guilt crossing her mind. For the last two months, she had spent every Sunday morning draining Matthew's balls, helping him to relieve his raging eighteen-year-old's erection so that he could go to Mass with her. At first, handjobs had been enough. But for the last month, it had taken blowjobs to get him to cum. Sh...