"Please don't tell my mom, Uncle Mike. She'll kill me," my niece Kim begged. I had just caught her and my daughter, Sara, scissoring on Sara's bed. Sara had said that Kim was coming over today, but I didn't think she meant cumming in the literal sense of the word. I was shocked, to say the least, by catching the two of them naked and rubbing their pussies together. I stood in the doorway, stunned by what I was seeing. The...

Hey fuckers! The name’s Ouettecunte: Claire Ouettecunte. But I think you know that already, right? This story is all about me, see: me and my pretty wet cunt – isn’t that totally fucking? So, Mom and Dad and Jack have at last allowed me to write a chapter. It was hard persuading them. They think I’m a bit dumb. But I think I’m just smart in different ways from them. They complain that I can’t spell or write proper English...

I heard a faint whimper as I entered my bedroom and instantly froze to peek through the gap in the bed sheets that divided my room in half. I could see my cousin Carry with her pants around her ankles, humping the corner of the mattress. I watched as her ass cheeks quivered as she reached orgasm. The floorboard creaked beneath my foot as I leaned in closer for a better look. The noise thwarted my effort at voyeurism. I en...

It was that time of the year when the air carried a hint of mischief and excitement, and the streets were filled with costumed revelers. The sun was setting on this particular Friday evening, signaling the end of school and the beginning of a wild Halloween night. Nik, a twenty-year-old with a toned physique and an eye for the ladies, decided to take his time walking home, eager to catch a glimpse of the local girls in th...

Debbie and Ben were lying naked in bed early Saturday morning, and she was casually caressing his flaccid penis. “Have you ever fantasized about fucking another woman?” Debbie asked. “What?!” he laughed. Was she actually asking him this after nearly thirty years of marriage? “I just wondered. You are human, you know,” Debbie smiled, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “You’re the sexiest woman I know and the ONLY w...

The name’s Ouettecunte: Jack Ouettecunte. Now, I know what you’re thinking: that’s kind of a cunty name for a guy, isn’t it? I mean, how about something a bit more masculine, like “Jack Hammer”, or “Jack Screw”, or even “Jack McDickoff”? Actually, I like to jack my dick off. But I hardly ever get a chance, because either Mum or Claire always does it for me. Tough, huh? The only time I get to stroke my own dick is when I’m...

The paper route customers returned from their vacation about a week after the late-night pool party. I made sure there was no evidence of our little orgy so the Johnsons and the Crawfords continued to think of me as a responsible teenager they could trust to keep an eye out on their ritzy homes while they were gone. When it was collection time for the paper -- I went door to door to my 100 customers each month to collect...

Junction City A text, “In my office, now.” I got out of my cubicle and walked towards Lt. McConnel’s office. My resume needs two years in narcotics to get promoted and assigned to homicide. I want to be there for my twenty-sixth birthday. I have six months left. I stepped into the Lieutenant’s office. “Close the door.” I sigh and close the door. Assuming I’ll get another verbal assault over some contrived failure on my pa...

"You're such a dork, Alex," my sister, Rachel, giggled as I tripped over the rug, my face turning a fiery red. I'd been trying to sneak a peek at the TV she was watching in her room. It was a show that I was pretty sure was rated R. "Just go back to playing your video games or whatever it is you do all day." She rolled her eyes playfully, tossing a pillow at me. "Come on, Rach," I whined. "It's not fair, you get to watch...

Dave had been drooling over Bob's new stepmom for months. They knew each other like the backs of their hands, so Dave knew that Beth's big titties had also caught Bob's eye. They both enjoyed watching them wiggle as she walked around the house in her skimpy outfits, flirting with her young men, as she called them. There had been more than one occasion when one or both had to excuse themselves to go jack off, usually when...

The day in question was a long time ago, back in my later school days. I was sixteen and late to sex, and all things to do with it. I was bunking off school not for the first time. On this day, I waited till my parents had left for work and then went back home. Once I was indoors, I went to my bedroom, lay on my bed, and read my football magazines. About twenty minutes later, I heard someone moving about downstairs. I was...

Donald pulled his car into the driveway and parked close to the garage. He was exhausted. His position as a manager at a manufacturing company involved a lot of time on the plant floor. Although the facility was air-conditioned, there was only so much the HVAC system could do when the outside temperature was over 90 degrees. He opened the car door to exit his vehicle and was hit by the heat and the oppressive 80% humidity...

Life had changed so dramatically for Tammy, who was now twenty-four, and was now spanked regularly by both her mum, Sandy, who was forty-four, and, perhaps even more importantly, by Amber, her younger sister who was twenty. Tammy saw the tremendous improvement in herself over the previous discipline regime, which involved her mum giving very long, one-sided scoldings about her misbehaviour or disobedience. Tammy had been...

The name’s Ouettecunte: Carl Ouettecunte. You’ve met my slut of a wife already, I believe. And my two wonderful fuck-brained children, Jack and Claire, of whom I am very proud. I am a small businessman. That is, my business is small, not me. And nor is my cock, as I think Jane has already mentioned. I run an agency providing fuckers to local businesses – a small but personalised service, highly respected locally, includin...