Jessica sat in the passenger seat of the black Mercedes. Her arse tingled slightly, and she knew her pussy was swollen. She glanced at Ian, the hunky blond pornstar who sat beside her in the driver's seat, wondering if the handsome hunk wanted her as much as she wanted him. As they left Corfu Town, the traffic was dreadful, and Ian swore softly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the road. She decided to leave questions o...

Jessica sat cross-legged on the bed with her back resting on the headboard, surrounded by studio lights, reflectors and cameras. She wore a bronze-coloured, sparkly dress, black sequined panties and high heels. Thin white tights stopped above her knees, with a navy ribbon highlighting the top. Her hair was bunched into two long ponytails held in place by purple elastic hair grips. Brightly coloured hair clips held her hai...

Jessica was terrified as she sat in the back seat of the black Mercedes behind the driver. Her blond, buxom best friend Helen got into the other side of the car and sat beside her. The car pulled away, crunching down the gravel drive towards the road. There was no backing out now! She was on her way to a porn casting and knew she'd be fucked by strangers in every orifice. The dark-haired, slender man in the passenger seat...

Prudence Lucas was an imprudent young woman approaching twenty-seven, almost too old to be marriageable. She had ample assets concealed within her modest day gown but no one to appreciate them. The militia Regiment had been stationed in Meryton since summer. Prudence had flirted outrageously with the officers but to no avail. After much scandal, Lydia Bennett had snapped up Whickham, and few eligible beaus remained. Prude...

Jessica sat up on her beach towel, stretched, and flicked her long blond hair over her shoulder. The deserted beach might be pebbly, but the view was fantastic - wooded hills surrounded the azure Mediterranean waters of the bay, dropping steeply to the still water. Jessica smiled inwardly. She lost her virginity right here, a week ago, on this very beach. Jessica glanced at her best friend, Helen, who lay on her stomach,...

My daughter, Helen, had been out all night. Early in the morning, I heard her sneak through the front door while I was banging her friend Jessica. "Don't ask," Jessica said. "She was probably with Bruno. You know, the barman at the taverna?" I smiled, staring at the nubile teenager sharing my bed, naked and on her side facing me, full of cum. Her transformation from a shy, man-hating girl to an utter slut was complete. Je...

Helen was naked when she threw open the shutters to her bedroom window. The sky was a burnished blue, without a single cloud. An enormous yacht, rigged for sail, lay at anchor on the far side of the bay. Her heart raced. She peered intently at the distant boat. It was, it was Peter's yacht. Giles is here! A sleek powerboat was moored at the tiny jetty outside the taverna below. Giles was already ashore. Helen hurriedly sh...

Helen slumped into the comfortable chair and surveyed the marina. At least the restaurant had a decent view. She'd dropped off her phone to be fixed hours ago and was bored and exhausted. She'd traipsed around Corfu Town for hours, killing time. Unlike her father and Jessica, she had little interest in ruins or art, so many attractions didn't interest her. When the waiter arrived, she ordered a drink and some food. She sp...

Breakfast on Saturday was a nightmare. Acerbic Jessica, when I first met her, had been bad enough. Icy Jessica was worse. She glared haughtily at me if I addressed her, looking at me like shit on her shoe. My daughter looked confused, glancing between us. Jessica's scornful, icy demeanour continued until the girls departed for the beach, as they had done most days. Though it was Jade and her daughter Emma's last day, flyi...

The baggage took an age to arrive. Finally, the first bag clunked onto the carousel. The others followed after more agonising delays. Ten minutes of confusion later, we found the car rental shuttle bus and were soon on our way along the coast road. My daughter Helen was in the passenger seat beside me, and her school friend, Jessica, was in the back. It was about an hour's drive from the airport to our luxury villa on the...

The London train was quiet as I headed in on a day trip for a meeting. Unlike most trips, I had company part way. My daughter Helen and her friend Kim were also on board, staying overnight with some erotic purpose in mind. At least, that was my assumption from their whispering and giggling. I tried to concentrate on work but couldn't help glancing up from my laptop at Kim, who looked gorgeous. The girls got off at Finsbur...

Helen knew what was coming even before Kim spoke. Four days previously, Helen had told her best friend about her first painful anal experience, saying she had hated it. Deep down, Helen knew she was lying. Helen had loved it, though she denied it vehemently - even to herself. After much persuasion, Helen agreed to try again with Kim there for moral support. Now, the formerly shy and nervous Kim was pressuring her. "Get yo...

Helen scanned the dresses displayed in the window. She nodded. Unlike the previous shops, this one seemed suitable. Expensive, but just the kind of clothes she loved, youthful and perfect for her upcoming holiday. She opened the shop door, and a bell tinkled loudly near the rear of the shop. After a few minutes of perusing the racks of summer clothing, Helen had accumulated an armful. She glanced around the shop, looking...

It had been a stressful morning, awaiting my daughter's exam results. Now, the uncertainty was over, and I relaxed. She had the results she needed to go to her first choice. A top Russell Group university, all medieval colleges and dreaming spires. I worried briefly about the cost, but it was a pittance for such a good education. Earlier, when I mentioned that a band was playing that evening, Helen decided to go to the pu...

Helen frowned. Her father was pacing nervously. "Don't worry, Dad," she said to get him to stay still. "You know we're both top of the class. I doubt our grades are in much doubt." Inwardly, she wasn't so sure. She knew she'd fluffed a couple of questions and was nervous. But her father visibly relaxed and stopped pacing up and down the kitchen. Her best friend Kim - who was here so they could share their anxiety - looked...