It was our first date. It started in a quiet corner of a pub, the chatter was effortless and easy-going. Her smile was intoxicating and the length of her red hair, nearly touching her bottom, and level with the high stools we were sitting on, was amazing. The conversation quickly turned to sex and although I guarded my answers somewhat, I believe she was throwing all sorts of possibilities into the mix. The one that made...

This fantasy wouldn’t let go of my mind, clenching it with all the force possible, it wouldn’t recede. Every waking moment, for over a month, saw it surface, and come to a boil, tempting me to convert it to reality. And tempted I was. There was only one person that could make this fantasy a reality, my ex-girlfriend. My wife would never entertain the idea, and to be honest, I wouldn’t, couldn’t approach her on this subjec...

My cock slipped from the confines of her ass as I pushed myself off her sweaty body to kneel between her legs. Both of us panting hard from the fierce fuck that had just occurred. My proud member, now fully deflated, had left the contents of my balls deep in her ass. It should have been in her pussy, but the slut insisted that I cum up her ass. Who was I to deny her that? I shouldn’t call her a slut, she is my ex-girlfrie...

Bernadette was the class cock sucker and everyone knew it, even the boys that wouldn’t say boo to a goose knew that she was the one to avoid if they ever wanted to preserve their virginity until their wedding day. Fortunately for Bernadette, few did. She blamed her promiscuity on her parents; they were naturists and often paraded around the house naked as she was encouraged to do as well. It was only at the age of sixteen...

Melissa appeared from the headmistress’ room, her breathing erratic, her hair tousled, nipples still poking through her tight blouse. Beads of sweat adorned her tanned forehead. Her body was a quivering mess. Her friend, Emily, leaned against the wall, waiting for her in the corridor. There was a brief conversation in whispered tones interlaced with gasps of disbelief. “She didn't?” Emily's face was a picture. Eyes wide,...

Melissa stared at the piece of paper that she held in her shaking hand; she started to cry. The sticky juices on her fingers soiled her most precious memorabilia, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t believe she had been in the post for two whole years. The tears were short-lived, and she brushed them away within seconds of them appearing. They were tears of joy as she remembered the day when she had acquired the job of head...

It was supposed to be a getaway break, a mountainside retreat, log cabins, no internet or phone signal, and a communal swimming pool and sauna for about three to four couples, though only one other couple was holidaying in early February. I met him in the swimming pool one evening, we chatted for a while before doing lengths together. It turned out to be a bit of a race and I was losing. With a couple of lengths left to f...

The sudden shriek that filled my ears was unbearable. I think my first words were, “what the fuck!” And that was before my eyes opened. The wife’s phone alarm had rudely interrupted my morning slumber. It was followed by her running from the en-suite to switch it off and apologise. It was too late, the damage had been done, and I reached for my mobile phone. There were games to play, and emails to catch up on. It never en...

Melissa had been practicing all month. Fucking, sucking, and enticing her husband with every spare moment of the day. Taking his dick in every conceivable position. And yet, the test kit always read, 'not pregnant.' She even attempted taking his sperm in her mouth, scooping it out with her fingers and using it to impregnate herself, but she loved swallowing too much to waste any. Her husband had the last word. "Melissa,"...

Melissa had spent the last week smiling to herself, remembering how she had been used as a toy, and her session in the taxi ride home, most of all though, she remembered how she sucked and fucked her husband as soon as she had climbed into bed. Her cunt just about swallowed him up and had him ejaculating within fifteen strokes of her convulsing body. She didn’t need that many what with the images of her wanton masturbatio...

Jerry and I burst into the bedroom to find his wife and my husband rutting on my bed. Amanda jumped off my husband as soon as she heard the commotion. I walked up to her, grabbed her hair, pulled back and pushed her to her knees. "Get here," I told my husband. All nine inches stood in front of Amanda. "Now suck his dick until he spurts." Jerry said, before we burst in, that she hated the taste of cum but loved deep throat...

“What do you love the most?” I thought I had asked the most innocuous question at a work’s party. My boss’ wife leaned closer to me, “A nice-hard-cock, in my cunt,” she replied. Her elegance, dress sense and her social standing didn’t fit with that phrase. “Have I shocked you?” “N..n..no,” I stuttered. “Good.” We ended up in a spare room. I was shocked when I set eyes on her bright-blue crystal butt plug when she bent ove...

It was a one-in-a-million chance, to bump into two people in a big city that you knew from times gone by, but it happened. It was Bridgette that noticed me, came running up to me in the street, and placed her hand on my shoulder causing me to turn towards her. The mutual surprise on both our faces ended in big hugs with an eventual explanation to my relatively new wife as to who this strange woman was. It had been years a...

What a waste – ten fucking years. Don’t get me wrong, in the beginning, the sex was animalistic, the way he took me, my body, my cunt, my mind, and the hair-pulling was electric. I loved being his slut – he owned me. The pounding I received regularly was second to none. Sexual exhaustion was commonplace and believe me I had the stamina for it. Then the sex became superb, then brilliant, then good… Ten years is all it took...

The dentist's surgery was full of seventeen-year-old teenage boys, fifteen or more. Then I remembered it was Doctor Sangey's Wednesday morning surgery. Rumour had it she loves young cum. One lad, in the corner, looked nervous; it must have been his first time. The lad that made a new appointment, the one with cum stains on his trousers, sported an evil grin. I was in for a long wait... “Mister Sangey,” the receptionist pi...