I lay on the couch and composed myself, closing my eyes and trying to recall the events of the last few hours. My entire body was sore, no part more so than my pussy. I had lost count of the number of cocks it had welcomed. Cum still trickled from my well-fucked hole. My body, front and back, was crusted in dried semen. My nipples ached, my mouth was dry. I tried to connect with my feelings, but exhaustion was making that...
The image of her having sex on the big screen TV enthralled Morgan. She got the remote from Dan and replayed the video, then looked through all the photos and rewatched the videos in order. By the time she saw her double penetration for the second time, the towel had ridden up, her legs spread, and she leaned back in the armchair she sat in. One hand rubbed her pussy while the other held the remote. Jason must have cum in...
Nude and dripping, little rivulets of water cascading over her freshly-showered body, Gwen grabbed herself a bite to eat and fired up her computer as she pondered what to do with her day. Despite her weekend of kinky, slutty debauchery, Gwendolyn was still so horny that she had to sit on a towel, her cunt oozing liquid lust. As the remnants of her shower evaporated off her flesh, her nipples poked out, tingling as the coo...
It was Friday evening and my husband, Roger and I had arranged to go out for a meal in a restaurant and then meet some friends in the Crown Bar in Belfast afterwards. However, Roger came home from work late and he had been in the local pub with his workmates for hours. In short, he was drunk and our evening out had to be cancelled. I had really been looking forward to the evening, as I hadn't been out for weeks. Roger lay...
It had been a few weeks since Lara had been promoted to the position of a farm whore on Sunny Farms and she had been enjoying her new daily duties immensely. Both David and Peter fucked her daily, most days more than once each. Peter had started to arrive at the farm earlier than ever before, just so he could start his day by pumping a big load of cum deep inside Lara's pussy or throat before getting to work. Most days he...
I had been out for the night in Belfast with my two friends, Karen and Lorna. We had spent most of the night, dancing and Karen and Lorna had paired up with two guys. I had been dancing and making out with a nice guy called Nicky who had asked me to go to a party with him, but when I told him that I was married and would be expected home, he lost interest in me and drifted off. At closing time I said goodbye to my friends...
I like it when you call me a slut; Might as well be my middle name. I'd really like to be your slut; Might as well be my claim to fame. God knows I've played the part before; And in truth, I've played it well. God knows I'm a proper little whore; That lonely, horny, easy girl. Everyone's always called me slut; As if the term is meant to hurt I've always thought myself a slut; Frankly, I rather like the word. So it might a...
Such a pretty little doll; silent as she’s trained; big doe eyes revealing a vacant but eager mind, mouth wide to take what she’s given. Sleeve yourselves in me, your stress or hunger, sorrow, lust, or pain, and I will give you pleasure and rejuvenating rest. And when you wake, the magic will resume, I’ll be just a doll ready and waiting to be needed again. But when you think back, you will still remember, the taste and f...
Illusion or delusion? Insanity or reality? Perhaps a higher octave of existence or merely a fractured mind? The ordeals terrified her, at first, and it was a long journey back. No explanation, other than delusional schizophrenia, accounted for her unique experiences. Science, magick, and conjecture only raised more questions, never providing a single answer. Other women her age fretted over dates, lovers, and whether they...
The Queen singled me out from the rubble of girls that she had carried off from what was now a smouldering ruin, but used to be the, visually at least, resplendent city-state of Amberstrat. I didn't stand out from the rest, except perhaps in looking even more rugged. I was just the first to raise my hand when she asked if any among us knew how to read and write. I regretted my initiative as soon as my hand went up and her...
Mike was a guy I dated for about six months. And by dated, I mean occasionally fucked. One amazing thing about Mike was that he never wanted to fuck in the bedroom, or anywhere private for that matter. He wouldn’t fuck unless there is a risk of us getting caught. It was what I most found exciting about him. He’d grab me in spontaneous and semi-public places just because he could. Another thing is, he decided when to fuck....
DISCLAIMER – Our vacation trip to a resort on the French Polynesian Island of Moorea in which we encountered a Championship Australian Rules Football team (that had periodic late-night card games) is true. However, the names applied to members of that team (both players and coaches) in this, or any other story written by us are fictitious. Any unintentional resemblance to the actual names of team members at the resort dur...
~~~~~~~ Mandi begins this episode ~~~~~~~ “I can't begin to imagine what Dave's reaction will be when I meet him on the beach and he discovers I'm walking around with fresh cum on my tits, in my pussy, and in my ass, with each of those loads having been from a different guy.” With a smile on my face, that’s what I was thinking as I was rubbing Andy’s cum into my tan, firm, 36DD tits. And I couldn’t resist collecting some...
“Hello. My name is Krystal, and I’m a slut… a fucking horny slut.” The bitch in the mirror stared back at me with indignant condescension; she’d heard my chant a hundred times in the past week. “My pussy is always dripping wet.” I flashed my reflection, fingering my cunt. “And… oh, fuck…I cum…so hard, so fast, uh, aah, aah!” The bitchy image of me called me all sorts of vile names. Bitch, slut, whore, skank, witch-slut, a...
Years passed, but time stopped. While external, life-changing things happened, externally, my body, mind, and heart were in a sort of stasis-like holding pattern. Life and my age advanced; the house was now my home, and I was hitting the venerable thirty years old. The relationship between my parents, especially my mother, and me remained strained, but we still kept in contact. But, in that span of years, I’d evolved from...
