The last few days have been a real adventure, taking our family into uncharted territory, especially when my sixteen-year-old daughter told me that she wanted me to take her cherry, which wasn't what I was expecting. "Kate, honey. Wake up," "Nooooo, it's too early," Kate whined as she rolled away from us. Kim bent down close to her mother's ear and whispered. "Dad's going to pop my cherry. Do you want to watch?" "What? Um...

The calm of a Saturday afternoon was shattered by shouts from my daughter, Kim, who was tearing her boyfriend a new asshole. "I can't believe that you didn't show up for my birthday. My sixteenth birthday!" I heard my daughter yell into her phone. "I was planning a special day for us, and you couldn't bother to show up! Well, I will find someone else to give it to, and you can go fuck yourself!" Kim slammed the house phon...

Friday... Sarah was the first to wake in the dark, predawn hours. She felt something hard against her chest; her eyes slipped open. For a moment, she panicked when she could not see anything, but then she remembered the eventful night before. She was still under the covers. She felt the warmth of the bodies around her and smiled to herself. She could feel Ragden’s slow, even breaths against her cheek. Around her, she coul...

We were spooning as the sun streamed onto us through the skylights, and T was clearly awake, or at least half awake; she’d either manoeuvred herself into position with my cock between her legs or had woken like this and taken matters into her own hands. Or labia, actually – I could feel them on either side of my cock, hot and already slippery. “Good morning,” I said, reaching down and holding her hip so I could get a bit...

I wake up with the familiar feeling of my manhood at full strength. It’s hard and throbbing and… wet. Wet and warm, like a mouth wrapped around it. Like her mouth wrapped around it. I smile. Still with my eyes closed I feel her touch. Her hand at the base softly massaging my balls. Her tongue darts along my shaft guiding her mouth up and down. She sighs through her nose, seemingly content. She hasn’t noticed that I’m awak...

I open my eyes. It's still dark outside. Lying on my back, I hear your soft regular breathing next to me. Familiar, fast asleep. I touch my cock, the reason I woke up. It's hard; the head is swollen. Almost every day, I wake up with morning wood. Sometimes early in the morning, sometimes, like today, in the middle of the night. Rolling to my side, I spoon you. Snuggling against your luscious ass, your naked body, I wiggle...

“Hello, Antoine.” Breathless and barely a whisper, Brigitte perched on his desk. The rasp of the keyboard did not waver. Easing forward, displaying her tanned cleavage, she toyed with a lock of her chestnut hair. He paused, peered at his handwritten notes, and started typing again. “Antoine? Do you like my new top?” Her husky timbre appealed for a reply. There were eyes upon her but not his. She glanced at Celine and Eva,...

We’d owned our B&B for several years and loved running it, getting to meet new people and sharing the many things to see and do in our area. There were fringe benefits too, of course, working from and at home, plus we’d occasionally hit it off well enough with a guest, or perhaps a couple, that it became more than a guest-host relationship, and we discovered new friends. Of course, it also meant getting up very early to h...

Niharika’s naked body lay against mine, the heat generated from our passionate sex not yet having dissipated even after our breathing was back to normal. We relaxed in silence, motionless except for our fingers lightly caressing each other. I won’t lie: my wife, Cheryl, crossed my mind in those moments. I wasn’t feeling terribly guilty, but I wasn’t feeling anything sordid either. It was like I could fairly easily separat...

The dawn sun slowly peeks over the eastern horizon. My eyes slowly open to the brightness of the morn; taking in the sight of your glorious morning wood, pointing northwards. Kissing your charming lips, I lift myself upon you. You stir from your sweet slumber with a pleasing moan. I mount your magnificent stiffy, enabling my honeyed petals to sail slowly southbound. Rocking faster. The bedhead knocks against the western w...

Outstretched arm, a pillow makes, I feel you press against me as I wake. Your silken skin so gently caressed, A quiet sigh escapes your lip. Your hips pressing back as we spoon, Involuntary contractions in my gut. A kiss on the nape of your neck, Your hips press back once more. Holding close as the tension builds, Nipples hard and fondling breasts, Another sigh, but deeper now, As your hips press back again. Your moist sp...