Echoing off the walls and high ceilings of this lavish Tudor-style chateau of a house, was the sound of a young woman cursing, wailing, and crying out. Flickering on the seventy-inch TV screen that accompanied the traditional décor of the living room, was a bald, bearded tattooed man standing behind the noisy bent-over woman, fucking her mercilessly. And sitting on the velvet couch, stifling laughter and enjoying the porn...

Once upon a time, there was a sex-deprived princess. She was living with a watchful ogre of an aunt, the aunt’s boring and abstinent daughter Katylynn, and the aunt’s sweet but stubborn husband Jacob who was rejecting all the princess’s creative attempts to coax his cock out his pants and into her aching pussy. The eighteen-year-old princess had been sent to live on the aunt’s small dairy farm because not-so-chivalrous ge...

In my defense, his was the only human cock within a five-mile radius. I was used to a cornucopia of horny teenage boys to pick and choose and tease. I had even more attention when my porno video was exposed, more offers than I ever wanted. Right now, all I had was Jacob, my Aunt Carol’s rugged but softspoken husband. And that was fine by me. I suspect we were both starving for a little fornication. My sadistic Aunt Carol...

“Are you having an affair?” someone asked her at the gym. Joanna looked up to see her husband Sean standing in front of her. She cursed. She was in the middle of a squat, legs bent, butt jutting in the air, holding a heavy barbell behind her neck and shoulders. Some other gym members glanced at them as they strolled by. “Sean,” she warned him. “Not here.” “Are you or aren’t you?” She inhaled as she rose and lifted the bar...

She was in the middle of an urgent orgasm when the doorbell buzzed her phone. Joanna groaned at the bad timing. A delivery person, she decided. She rolled over on her belly, arm underneath her, hand between her legs, fingers hard at work. Her naked body flapped against the quietly creaking bed. Papers that were on the bed fell to the floor. Anxious to get this done, her moaning and sighing mutated into panting and whimper...

When Joanna, a thirty-six-year-old mother of three, finally opened the door, she greeted her guest with a predatory squint of her brown eyes and glorious cleavage. Target acquired. Her stepson’s face was tight. She could see Kit’s chest heave in a deep breath. And his eyes were squarely on her face, no doubt trying hard not to look down at the breasts ready to burst out of the lacey neckline of her cream white silk camiso...

“Daddy, I missed my period,” Heather sang as she skipped into the kitchen where Caledon, her stepdad, sat eating breakfast. Caledon dropped his fork and groaned. “Aww, fuck, come on, baby. That’s not funny.” She stomped her foot in her fluffy pink bunny slippers. “I’m serious!” He pointed an accusatory finger at the nineteen-year-old. “No, you’re not. Stop. Let me eat my breakfast, huh?” “But, daddy,” she whined. She lowe...

Dolores stared at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. She was wearing a ridiculous, clownish, bright pink chiffon bridesmaid dress and holding her olive martini. Next to her was Cody, her groomsman partner who had marched down the aisle of the church with her a couple of hours ago. Cody’s arm was around the back of her highchair. His fingers were caressing the skin of her back. And his eyes were drinking in her h...

“Daddy, daddy, come meet my sexy bestie,” nineteen-year-old Heather said to her stepdad as he climbed the cement steps of her friend’s house. Caledon checked his watch and said, “No, no, no, I just came to pick you up.” Heather groaned. “No hissy fits, missy,” he said sternly. “We gotta go. Your mom’s waiting on the plumber.” “Just come in for a second!” He shook his head. “I said no. I never agreed to meet your friend. Y...

“A daddy should not be wondering what’s under his stepdaughter’s skirt!” nineteen-year-old Heather said to Caledon, standing in front of him, pointing a chiding finger at him. He stammered: “I’m—I’m not, I just said, I, fuck, don’t say that too loud, your mom—" “Hey, you two,” his wife Mary said, striding through the living room to get to the kitchen. “I’ll be back in a few with dinner.” Then she noticed her daughter Heat...

“Daddy, you think I’m hot, don’t you?” Heather asked from the doorway of the garage. Her stepdad Caledon was there holding the hose, filling a bucket with soapy water to clean the SUV that sat in the two-car garage. The garage door was open. Music was playing from the audio system Caledon had set up. “Is this a trick question?” he asked, looking up. She crossed her arms. Her long pink T-shirt covered her bottoms. He could...

"Oh, God, it’s too big, daddy,” Heather groaned as she lay there on her back, thighs spread, knees up, looking up at her stepdad with pleading eyes. “I, I don’t think it’s gonna fit!” Caledon, sitting next to her on the carpeted floor of the attic, began to say, “Heather…” She pulled her polka dress down to cover herself. “It’s ginormous. You’ll stretch me! Don’t put it inside me, daddy?” “Will you stop?” She groaned, her...

“Do you like my shorts, Daddy?” Heather asked one summer evening as she posed, standing before her stepdad Caledon who sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was staring at her hand that was sliding down her bare belly onto the stretchy fabric of her very short tight gray shorts. She moaned at how pleasurable the fabric felt as she rolled her hips, both hands now on her thighs. Her hands converged at the middle. …Where...

Smoky dew was rising from the shrubs and grassy hills of Transylvania in this early overcast dawn. The country road was quiet—until a four-horse-drawn wagon came pounding urgently down the bumpy gravel. On the driver’s seat was Dorin handling the raging horses while the lamp hanging next to him bounced and shook. In the wagon were four of his closest friends and neighbors. Dark-haired Victor, young Iosif, and chubby Grigo...

She had a wide-brimmed black hat on and sunglasses so that no one would recognize her. She held on tight to her huge shoulder bag. She looked around the store with the corner of her eyes, facing the door, where just outside her mother/manager was waiting for her in their Range Rover. She tried not to break out into a huge, victorious smile as she got closer to the exit of this high-end retail store. Just a few more feet a...