I was seventeen years of age and in the sixth form of my local school, in central England and lived at home, with my thirty-five year old mother and nineteen-year-old disabled brother Rob. Eighteen months prior to the events I recount here today, my dad died, leaving the three of us to help each other through the loss. I’d had good results in exams at school and considered myself a conscientious student and enjoyed playin...

  Sixth form in England meant there were regular party invites, but out of control teenagers drinking themselves into oblivion was simply not the type of scene that interested me. My wild teenage side showed itself sexually; enjoying sex with both male and female friends, whenever possible allowing others to see. It was December, following my seventeenth birthday, when Jacqui Hill invited me to a party at her house on Fri...

I’d met Sorcha and Megan seven months before the events of this story took place. They were introduced to me as two Irish runaways, by a client that I was seeing on the south coast. I met them on what was a scorching day for England, with temperatures hitting thirty centigrade. With our meeting and business completed, the girls took me to a local naturist beach and, inevitably, we ended having sex. Seven months later, as...

One of my best friends when I was at high school, in particular during my sixth form years, was a boy called Rob. He had his fair share of hurdles to overcome, having fallen from a second storey window at the age of two and having a disability called Charcot Marie-Tooth. He argued that his problems created more positives than negatives and without question, I was drawn to him by his positive attitude and determination. He...

Summer in England can be extremely frustrating, two or three days of sunshine, followed by a humid hell and then thunderstorms. If you’re lucky, the sun will return a few days later and you can feel the heat on your body once more. There are summers when the sunny days are few and far between but there are those when it’s day after day of gorgeous weather and there’s no place better to be. This story took place a few year...

I consider myself to be a sexual girl. the day prior to this particular story, I’d had the ninth and tenth different cock fill me with cum. I’d had sex with the three members of my adopted family, as they sought to use me as their sex toy. The day began as any other weekend would but once my eyes were opened, seeing my step-brother Rob in a more sexual light, there was no turning back, despite resisting the urge to mastur...

The sound of a key in the door was followed an instant later by my step brother Rob rushing into the house, down the hallway and into the kitchen, asking if tea was ready. Had he slowed down a little, he’d have seen that David’s car, our step dad, wasn’t there and given it was a Saturday, meant that he’d gone to the local chip shop to buy fish and chips. Rob had rushed so quickly to the kitchen that he’d not looked into t...

I was approaching seventeen years of age and could argue, my life had dealt me several hard blows. Dad died when I was four years old but mom was in her early twenties and very pretty, so was no surprise when she remarried. For five years’ life was fantastic, until my mother became seriously ill and died just before my tenth birthday. Arguments followed between my biological family and step father as to what should happen...

Claire eased herself off the bed and stumbled across to the wardrobe, opening the door and taking out one of her dressing gowns. It was made of silk, covered with a bright multi-coloured pattern and once on, fell to half way down her arse. Even when she tied it around her body, it was too short to conceal her swollen wet pussy and bottom but Claire was too turned on to care. The biggest surprise to Paul was that his wife...

Claire had been married to her husband, Paul, for seven years. She was very pretty, about 5’2, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She was built solidly, without being overweight, had C cup boobs, gorgeous legs and a shaved pussy. Her sex life with Paul was far from normal. Sex had become a little risqué and rarely took place in the bedroom. That morning, she had woken up and masturbated, which had become her normal sta...

I was in the sixth form at school, studying for my A levels. My best subject was Accountancy but favourite lessons were Economics. Not because I enjoyed the subject but because I was the only girl in a class of eight and as a result, the centre of attention for much of the time. Having turned seventeen, I’d been having sex for nearly twelve months with a group of friends, three boys and two girls. Most Economics classes w...

When I was 17 years of age, I used to swim competitively and was part of a local Club. I was part of a small group that joined the Club and developed as swimmers together, all achieving similar standards of success. On this particular day, eight of us, four girls and four boys, had been swimming at an Open Meet in the north of England and after a hard day were on our way home. None of us had wanted to travel to the Meet a...

Work had been crazy, big job after big job had meant I had not been arriving home until late evening, and then getting up early the following morning to get to the pool for a swim. The only thing that kept me sane was working in an office where we were all naked. It was a great place to be. The staff were all lovely to be around despite the heavy workload and at least I was turned on all day. There simply hadn’t been any...

My day had started in a normal way, getting up early for my training session at my local pool, but normal is not how I’d explain the events that followed. My friend Chloe was in a mischievous mood and throughout our session, she proceeded to seduce me. It began with flirtatious touching and by the time our swimming session was ending, she had her fingers in my pussy, not caring who saw. As soon as we entered the changing...

I was just under seventeen years old when the following events took place. I belong to the local Swimming Club, training twice each day, with sixth form at school sandwiched between. I counted myself as being single but regularly had sex with various friends of either sex, it was great to have that type of freedom. For weeks and weeks, Chloe at the Swimming Club had been flirting with me but the relationship had progresse...