Hi, I’m Rachel, a 165 cm tall, short black-haired pretty girl of twenty-five years old. I have firm buttocks and an athletic body. It’s been a week since we crash-landed on this deserted planet. There’s no sign of any intelligent life forms on this planet so far; however, there’s no lack of monstrous creatures that predate upon our flesh. Initially, we had a crew of seven on our spaceship; now we are reduced to three. Inc...

Your skirt was tight, impossibly tight, but Brad and I were both loving it; the tight spandex material clinging to your thick thighs like a second skin. You were a woman in between two men and loving the sensation of having four hands and two tongues on your body. If there’s a heaven, then surely you were in it. You turned your head and brought your lips to Brad's as my mouth came down onto your nipple, the sensation of B...

We went down a few steps to the heavy door of an unassuming building, one of many in the semi-abandoned harbour. I was not paying much attention to the sketchy but boring surroundings, preferring to check Eric's ass – it looked good in these jeans. "Here we are. Do you remember the safe word, just in case?" he asked me. I snorted derisively before seeing assuring him I did. If that helped him maintain his silly little fan...

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...

I did sign the twelve-month contract. Money talks and Ken was despondent when I told him I might not want to. I rationalized my quandary over being a prostitute by convincing myself that the contract was indeed for a consultancy service and, in any case, Ken would still have me having sex with other men, only for free. Now, six months into the contract, things are progressing nicely. Using flexi-time for my day job, start...

I left Ann and Dad on the porch and went inside to look for Mom. She was in her room. I knocked on the door. She opened it. Mom stood in front of me naked. “Time for your next lesson, honey. We’ll begin with pussy eating and ass licking.” She climbed on the bed and got on her hands and knees. I stared at her cunt hanging between her thighs like a ripe peach just below the tight knot of her asshole. I buried my face betwee...

A Weekend at the Mountain Spring break was finally here. My friends Jason, Dan, and I planned a late-season skiing trip to a popular ski resort town a few hours from our university. The three of us piled into the car after our last class on Friday and headed to the mountains. We arrived too late to ski, so we hit up some clubs. While we talked a great game of skiing, we all knew the primary purpose of the trip was to get...

With only three days left at Aunt Janet's house, I aimed to make the most of it. It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for laying out. I walked along the deserted beach, the soft sand warm beneath my feet, looking for the ideal place to tan. I glanced around as I reached a secluded spot to ensure no one was in sight. Satisfied that I was alone, a wave of excitement ripped through me. I've wanted to try sunbathing topless...

Katie had never met anyone like her oldest sister’s latest boyfriend John before. At first, she had been a bit freaked out that her twenty-three-year-old sister Julie was dating a guy over ten years older than her, but then she had met him. Wow! It wasn’t that he was an absolute hunk (although Katie thought he was quite fit!) He just had a certain presence about him – an aura if you will – that made Katie go weak at the k...

I had a thing for older men. As a twenty-one-year-old college student, I was well aware of how many girls my age had daddy issues, but I wasn't attracted to men my father's age. No, I longed for men old enough to be my grandfather. While my friends gushed over the hot forty-something literature professor who strutted around campus like he owned the place, I was always looking for an excuse to stop by the office of my prof...