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Do Friends Do That?

Three friends decide to see more of each other. Quite a lot more.

The three of us were good friends. Nothing more, nothing less. The kind of friends who would talk about almost anything but wouldn't usually, for example, make an agreement to get naked together. That changed one warm November day. The weather in Perth was starting to settle into the inevitable summer pattern – blazing hot sun, a cloudless sky, and a refreshing sea breeze making its way up...Read On


Don't Use Mom's Panties Part 2

Sis and brother help each other

I had watched my brother masturbate earlier that day.  I had caught him using a pair of Mom's panties.  That was not good.  I didn't want to get him into trouble so I gave him a pair of mine.  It was a fascinating and exciting experience watching him stroke his cock. Now, later in the night, I had been brushing my hair in my room when there was a light knock on the door. I knew it was him. ...Read On



It's a scorching day and the tension between Brandy and her dad grows.

Brandy I was soaking wet when I woke and the sheets stuck to my body as I moved across the bed, trying to get up. The sun shone through the windows and it must have been ninety degrees inside. I opened the window and I gasped at the heat. The breeze felt like a hair dryer on my face. I went to the kitchen dressed in only panties and a halter top. Sweat ran down my back and my armpits. A...Read On


Call me Pixie: Part Three

The first orgasm.

This was, I concluded, silly. Here I was, in the hotel room of a woman I had met only an hour earlier. I was naked, my small, stiff nipples coated with my own pussy juice. I was kneeling, by the door, waiting for her to come to her room. What if she was a serial killer? Or a white slaver? My imagination ran riot in one direction. The growing wetness between my legs showed where the other...Read On


The Chronicles of Theia: The Choosing

Her family in peril, Theia will risk her freedom to achieve her dream.

Theia was at peace as she knelt on the cobbled stone floor of her father’s home. Her gaze drifted without conscious direction, following her flickering shadow as it elongated toward the wall of the tiny abode. Without the slightest tremble, she held her hands together, raising them in offer of servitude to the old man standing before her. Her mother, wracked with sorrow, sobbed and pleaded...Read On


Red Eye Delight

The best flight of my life.

Business trips can be boring, tedious, and tiring. Especially the "red eye" flights. This one started out as they all have in the past. At least this time, I got upgraded to first class. Just a perk of having flown so many times. New York to LA was a long flight, but it would be fairly comfortable. I saw her as she was greeted by the flight attendant. She was conservatively dressed in a...Read On


"Code Potteroff"

I had to find Stephanie Potteroff. This story is unbelievably true.

Amy Marie Rogers was the kind of friend one does not soon forget. Neither was Stephanie Potteroff. We used to live at the same apartment complex and while our peripheral relationship only included late night parties at the apartment complex hot tub, an occasional trip to a bar or club, and hanging out at each other’s apartment watching movies. Amy was never alone. She and  Stephanie...Read On


The woman in Seat 11A

We met on a red-eye flight.

She occupied Seat 11A on the long, red-eye flight from San Diego to Pittsburgh, while I was in 11C and the seat between us was vacant. Twenty-five years later she still occupies my mind from time to time. The last words she spoke to me were, “I’ll never forget you.” Whether she has, I’ll not ever know but she remains burned into my memories like a brand into a hide. If someday Alzheimer’s...Read On


Sue Is Now A Committed Hot-Wife Ready For Anyone With A Big Cock - Part 4

I opened the door for my hot-wife and she has exploited that to the max

Sue was a hesitant hot-wife but now embraces the freedom she has to fuck anyone who catches her eye.  My twenty-six-year-old slut wife is beautiful beyond description with 32D natural tits.  My name is Ron, and I’m a very happy cuckold husband.  I’m still somewhat embarrassed that I like to watch Sue fuck other guys and  I get a little jealous when I see another man’s cock stretch her pussy....Read On


Youth And Maturity

Hot day fishing on the river just got hotter.

The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stack after stack of heavy bricks were laid painstakingly slowly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t-shirt stick to his body. His shaggy...Read On


Insurance Evaluation Gone Bad

I wasn't expecting this. .

My job takes me to some very interesting places and I get to meet a lot of very interesting people along the way. Not once have I ever mixed business with pleasure, but on a recent trip to South Texas in a small town, I got to experience the best of both worlds. I like Hispanic women, always have. There is something very special about the dark hair, the dark skin tones and that sultry look...Read On


Mature MILF Becomes a Slut for Rednecks

My wife's new affinity for rednecks results in her being gang-fucked at a mudcrawl campout.

My name is Justin, and I will tell the first part of this story; then my wife will give her perspective on it Justin’s Story My wife, Emma, and I were born and raised in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, although we didn’t meet until our junior year in college. I knew from others that she was a wild party girl before we met, and she had a reputation for heavy drinking. I think I had a...Read On


Call me Pixie: part Four

The second orgasm

She rolled to the side of me, pulling to her, enfolding me between her glorious breasts. I felt so safe and warm. She hugged me, tight. I sighed. ‘I love the way my little Pixie sighs. I could become very fond of you, you flat-chested midget.’ From somewhere deep between her breasts, I murmured something about being exquisitely happy. Two hours earlier, I had not known Emily existed. Back...Read On


Call me Pixie: part 6

Pixie sandwich

As we went back to Emily’s room, my mind was working overtime. I had never been with two women at the same time, let alone two dominant ones. In a very short time, I had gone a long way from my previous vanilla love life. Hand in hand between Anne and Emily, I was, I reflected, tummy fluttering, about to go a great deal further. Emily opened the door. Anne held my hand. She looked down at me....Read On


Emmanuelle; part one

Following on from Call me Pixie

I had watched my friend, Emmanuelle, disappear off with Anne. Pressed for time as I was, with only a few hours until the concert began, I asked my new lover, Emily, what she thought of Emm. 'What do you imagine I think, Pixie. She is drop-dead gorgeous, no wonder Anne has taken the afternoon off...' 'No,' I interjected, 'you must have missed what they were saying. Emm is looking for...Read On


Hanging Drywall

Can a young man really not know what he wants until he comes face to face with it?

It was the middle of August and the summer heat hadn’t yet arrived. It was beautifully warm, and indeed, very warm if you were working, but the mind-numbing stifling heat that usually arrived toward the end of summer hadn’t yet made an appearance. Logan Ellison was a relatively young entrepreneur who believed in sustaining the past as he pushed ahead to the future. He’d bought this 1930...Read On


Call me Pixie: Part Seven

A night to remember

Pressed into Emily's firm, but yielding breasts, with Anne's nipples in my back, I was caught in their close hug. Emily lay back on the bed, taking me with her. I felt myself falling, landing on her warm flesh; I sighed. I sighed again as I felt Anne's body on mine. Her hands were firmly on my slim hips, and I could feel her mound, with its landing strip, against my tight little ass....Read On


Maggie’s Family – Part 8

A story about me and my family.

Mike was under orders to take Beth to the Mall and look after her. Maggie had insisted, so Mike was up early dressed and ready to go. Beth appeared around nine o’clock. As she walked into the lounge, Mike’s jaw dropped open and his eyes widened. Beth, although dressed casually, was dressed to kill. She wore a low cut top that showed off her boobs wonderfully; with plenty in view for Mike...Read On


Emmanuelle: Part Two

Emm falls deeper...

Sophie and I walked back to the hotel after the Concert. As we talked, we held hands and discovered that not only did we have the same musical tastes, we even had some mutual acquaintances. We had a quick smooch. I so hoped that my friend Emm, with whom she had had an erotic encountered earlier, would be preoccupied with the gorgeous American, Anne, whom my new lover, Emily, had brought...Read On


Call Me Pixie: Part Eight

Enter Emmanuelle...

The noise of a harp broke through the silence. In my sleep-deprived early morning mind, putting things together in a haphazard fashion, like putting on last night's panties with odd socks and forgetting to comb my hair, I imagined heaven and angels. Out of habit, my hand reached out, catching a breast instead of a phone. It seemed a good exchange to me. I snuggled in. The owner of the...Read On


Call Me Pixie: Part Two

From the seduction to the bedroom

I adore oysters. There is something about eating them that reminds me of eating pussy. That is the aphrodisiac element for me. As I slurped each one, swallowing whole, Emily watched me. ‘Pixie, if you eat me with the enthusiasm you bring to those oysters, you may need to scrape me off the ceiling. Watching your velvet tongue darting in and out is making me wet.’ She said it with such...Read On


Teasing Daddy and Myself – Part 1 of 3

It happened by accident, but it was something that Mike could no longer stop himself from doing

It happened by accident, but it was something that Mike could no longer stop himself from doing. One morning, he was changing the light bulb in the hall opposite the shower room, when he caught a glimpse of his daughter walking from the sink to the shower through the top window over the bathroom door. Something must have flipped inside Mike’s head because as soon as he had changed the...Read On

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The Mirror

Helen’s past just wouldn’t go away until she did something about it.

Helen sat in a corner chair of the pavement café, watching the dance studio opposite. She had taken just a few sips of her cappuccino as she watched the comings and goings of eager students taking their next step towards fame and fortune. All of them dance students, and all of them, she would have thought, familiar with the musical drama ‘Fame’ . Every time a door opened, she wondered...Read On


The Hand Job

My wife exposes herself to a friend who is in desperate need of some sexual relief.

Kristen and I were relaxing at home with a glass of wine in the early evening.  Kristen had changed into comfortable clothing after a day out shopping.  She wore one of my old, dress shirts over her panties with no bra.  It was long enough to look almost like a dress.  I was happy though because she left several buttons undone at the top and a couple open at the bottom.  I could easily see...Read On


To Snare A Tiger

The first time for Melanie

“Well,” my English teacher replied, “I normally only fuck tigers, but I think I can make an exception for a beautiful young girl.” He did not remove his hand from my thigh. “That’s odd,” I replied, startled. “For I’ve titled my story, To Snare a Tiger, but that’s not what I asked. I asked, ‘Are you in the practice of luring students into one-on-one tutoring sessions so that you can...Read On



“I want to leave with your cum pooling in my panties”

Our behind-the-bar courtship didn’t last long. He seemed obsessed by my braless, tank top situation and steered me up against a rusted GMC. I’m reasonably sure it was his. The minute the dome light was off, my lips were mashed to his and the struggle began. I pulled at his shirt and his greedy fingers were determined to find out what lay barely concealed in my miniskirt. The truck’s...Read On


The Baker Report

Sam was a new boss... that damn Baker Report was stressful. He fixed it all for me.

Sam was a good-looking guy, tall and handsome and he had an affable personality and a charming smile. As a boss, he could be a bit demanding and even though he was very married, I could tell he could probably be charmed into doing anything I might want him to do. I didn’t set out to entrap him, although I will admit, I had selfish desires. Because of our close working relationship, I had to...Read On


The True Adventures of "Those Four"

The schooldays' escapades of a young Marie and her friends.

These tales are actually based on myself and my three friends from my own schooldays. We were known by teaching staff as "those four", as in, "You need to keep an eye on those four." The four were Karen, Di, Sue and me. Karen was slightly older, and she was the one who had seduced each of us, introducing us one at a time to lesbian sex and to bondage games. We hung out together as a...Read On


An Impossible Love, Chapter Two

Don't Stop, John

My hands went lower onto the swelling of her buttocks. "You're naked." "Yes and you're still half dressed," she giggled. She pushed her knee into my groin and felt my erection under my shorts. "Mmm that feels interesting," and she disappeared under the sheet, I felt my shorts being pulled down and then a pair of velvety smooth lips drew my fully erect cock into a warm embrace. ...Read On

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The Storeroom

A visit to the storeroom entails more than checking the inventory.

The WhatsApp selfie couldn't have been more succinct: a full frontal with his erection poking through his fly. ‘Third floor, stationary room. I've got a directors meeting in fifteen minutes and need to relieve the stress it's causing me.’  ‘With or without underwear?’ I inquired. Seconds later, after checking that no one was watching me, I reached beneath my cashmere dress and removed my...Read On