I was bouncing up and down on my husband's hard cock. My hands planted firmly on his hairy chest, and I twerked my hips up and down, coating his thick cock in my creamy cunt juices. I was close to cumming. I could feel it building deep inside me. It wouldn't take much more until I screamed the roof off the house and came over Roger's beautiful cock. "You love it when he fucks you, don't you, darling? You love how his cock...

There is never a good time or easy way to tell your partner you have cheated on them. I mean, where would I even start to explain that? Oh honey, by the way, your wife is a cheating whore, a complete slut for another man. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that won't go down too well. The thing was, it's true. I could give Roger all the usual excuses under the sun. Like I was weak and vulnerable, in a bad place, you weren't giving me...

Slumped back against the tub and relived the incredibly vivid vision I had just had about Marcus and how the thought of being used by him had made me cum so violently. Fuck I had never cum like that, but then again, I had never had such a vivid fantasy about anyone like that. I needed to get myself together. I steadied my shaking legs and stood steadying myself against the wash basin, seeing my soaked panties and remember...

In the forest, Hansel and Gretel would wander too far. The Wicked Witch's house is the direction of their path. Of candy, it was made, but of evil, it did veil. A knock on the door saw a beautiful woman appear, but beware, it's a witch's lair—a welcoming gourd of pumpkin wine, enough of a potion to help the witch entwine. Upon the bed, the two did fall, losing their clothes, but that's not all. The witch was wicked and na...

"Crack!" The pumpkin Esmeralda was sitting on split in two, sending her sprawling on the ground. Her witch's dress flew up, exposing the fishnet stockings and naked pussy to the cute guy dressed as Frankenstein. Looking around for other guests at the Halloween party, he lurched from his pumpkin, his mouth hitting its target, his tongue sliding the length of the naughty witch's pussy. A sharp, shrill escaped Esmeralda. She...

They say opposites attract, and I also believed that when I met my husband, Wesley. My name is Veronica Miles. I have always been strong-willed and independent. I have always known what I wanted and followed my goal to the letter. I graduated top of my class in Biomechanics and Biogenetics with distinction. By the time I was twenty-four, I had already written and published multiple papers on infectious diseases in various...

I was on top of the world. I had just won the fourth round of the world snowboarding competition. One more win would cement my place as number one in the world. The music beat out as I danced shirtless with a group of snow bunnies. Looking around the chalet, I saw my teammates and friends in various states of dress and sexual positions as the after-comp party degreased into complete debauchery. An hour later, I had a gorg...

Jessie may have stormed out of the room, but she hadn't gone anywhere. I could see her reflection in the hall stand mirror by the front door. It was opposite Mom's bedroom. Jessie had been standing just out of view in the hall, listening to Mom and my conversation. Now as I fucked Mom doggy style, Jessie had her summer dress hitched up to her waist, her lace panties around her ankles, and three fingers buried deep in her...

Hi, my name is Lacy, and I'm a complete and utter slut for a big cock. Yes, that's right, I'm a self-confessed cum whore, and I'm not ashamed of it. The complete opposite, actually. It makes me horny and wet when people find out what a huge slut I am. I'm horny all the time. My cunt is like a broken tap that can't be turned off properly. It's constantly leaking. My tiny panties are always soaking wet to the point my juice...

"Yes, and that brings us to you and me. If your perverted father likes to watch me fuck then we are going to give him a show, and if my fucking his brother pissed him off, imagine how crazy he will go when he sees me fucking my own son. So hang on, baby, because your Momma's wild side is about to come out." Mom pushed me onto my back and squatted over my face. "If you like eating my pussy, then show me how good you can su...

Interviewer: Tom Roberts from Spank Magazine. Interviewees: Adam and Christine (Chrissy) Houghton, both forty-two-year-old, first-time swingers new to the lifestyle scene. I had placed an ad in the local paper asking for a couple willing to be interviewed about their experience in the swinging scene for the magazine. I was delighted when Adam contacted me to say he and his wife were looking to get into the scene, and I co...

I always thought my family was ordinary. But our family is anything but ordinary. Let me explain how our family went from normal to perverted. Our parents divorced three years ago. My sister Jessie and I now live with our Mom during the week and our Dad on weekends. Well, almost every weekend, but lately, he has canceled last minute more often than not, creating arguments reminiscent of times before our parent's divorce....

The blonde across the bar was dressed to kill in a hot white number, her perfect tits barely contained. The first glance lasted a little longer than it should have. The second one was more deliberate and lingered long enough for a sexy little smile to spread across her perfectly painted red lips. Looking up from my drink, I looked across the bar, but she was gone. I pulled a twenty from my money clip and placed it on the...

Taking a selection of dresses, Jane headed across the department store to the changing rooms. Hanging the dresses on the hook provided, she slowly began to undress. Undoing the skirt, she slid it down her legs and placed it neatly on the chair. Next, she unbuttoned her blouse. Sliding it from her shoulders, it too was placed on the chair with the skirt. Standing in front of the full wall mirror, Jane reached behind her ba...

It was the 3rd of December 1980, and the summer was shaping up to be a hot one in South Australia. It was my last fortnight of trade school for the year when I met Lisa. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen at the tender age of seventeen. I would find out later she came in a close second to her mother, Heather. It was Monday morning, and I had slept in, so I was already late for the Gawler train. I only just h...