I laugh as I pass through the gossamer thin veil, exuberant at my release into the orderly, unsuspecting town. Cackling, I unleash lusty sorcery from my enchanted rod. Inhibitions are dissolved; fiery passions and repressed desires are freed. Delinquent, raucous fun ensues. With pumpkin grins and lewd giggles, prudish couples frolic naked in the street. Unshackled from their chains, prim housewives slurp and gobble; cocks...

I see them in the park, holding hands. One pale, the other dusky. I watch as they look into each other's eyes and kiss. Their overwhelming sensuality, their intense passion, and unashamed love overcome me. Mouth dry, I swallow. I imagine them together, the sheen of sweat on naked skin; lips and hands urgently roaming. I want to be them. For a moment I am them. Fingers delve and hot cunts grind. Grunts and moans reach a pu...

Growing up she’d been my best friend—looked up to me as we discovered life. Then I was called away. And when I returned, I was not the same. Broken, the tables had turned. And now, experienced in ways I was not, she was guiding me. I wondered at her self-assurance; her joie de vivre. Her fingers encouraged me, overcoming my uncertainty. She smiled joyfully as I slid into her warmth. Held me tenderly until I filled her, be...

My parents-in-law were due to arrive later that day for their annual visit, and the tension in the house was palpable. For me, it was a mixture of apprehension, worry, and sexual awareness that was tying my stomach in knots. My wife, Debbie, on the other hand, had been in a light-hearted, buoyant mood all morning, patting me on the bottom whenever she was close to me. “Not long now, lover-boy,” she teased with a mischievo...

Nkhata Bay, Lake Malawi, May 1995 I sat in the hilltop gazebo overlooking the sleepy little bay. Time practically stood still here, and it was the perfect place for reflecting and putting pen to paper. I had everything I needed: a table, a stunning view, and shade from the relentless African sun. Out on the lake, I could see swarms of flies in the shape of giant waterspouts. These humming clouds trundled slowly across the...

Naked, Catherine reached out her hand and touched me softly with her fingers. And that was all it took. I couldn’t help it; I just — exploded! My cock pulsed, and cum shot everywhere, up her arm, on the sofa, and over the rug. Her hand was covered. “I—I’m sorry…!” God, I was so embarrassed. I could see my spunk on her tits, and even on her cheek. “Oh, my word…” she murmured, taking a tentative lick at her hand. She giggle...

My mouth was full. Specifically, it was full of Sir Reginald Quailpipe’s cock. My nose was being tickled by the greying hair on his ample belly. I slid my lips slowly up his length until his rigid steed popped out of my mouth. Sir Reginald groaned as my hand took over, firmly and rapidly stroking his manhood until a tell-tale throbbing indicated that he was about to erupt. “Oh, what a gusher, Sir Reginald!” I cooed as he...

Santa wailed as the crop lashed his flaming buttocks once more. "Is this what you wanted?" hissed Mrs Santa in his ear. Santa whimpered. Purring, she strutted around his prostrate form in her black stockings and heels. “Such a wicked Santa, aren’t you?” Pulling his glowing buttocks apart, Mrs Santa slid her enormous strap-on slowly past his petrified sphincter. Santa’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his chimney burned...

Ruth The pair of them were giggling like schoolgirls when they came through the front door. “What have you two been up to?” I asked with a smile. “Oh, nothing,” my daughter, Kate, said with a snigger. “It doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” I replied, arching my eyebrows. “Are you going to tell me, or will I have to beat it out of you?” I said, keeping my tone light-hearted to indicate that I was joking. Interestingly, Jud...

It was the Easter holidays, and Kate and I were enjoying coffee and cake in the Coffee Bean café – our favourite haunt when we were back home. As I returned from the ladies' room, I noticed that Kate had been joined at our table by another woman. She stood as I approached. “Judy – look who I’ve found!” exclaimed Kate. I belatedly recognised the lady – it was Mrs Griffiths, headmistress of the school we had left the previo...

Blindfolded, I lay bent over the end of the bed frame, my wrists secured through the bars around the back of my stockinged legs, immobilising me completely. As I lay there, I reflected on how I came to be in this position. Was it really only six months? Six months since the school reunion that had led to my current predicament? ooOoo Where to begin? Let's go back in time those six months. I'll try to tell the story as it...

I looked across at Sandra for what must have been the tenth time; I couldn’t stop staring. She was so hot! She must have been in her fifties at least, but she was incredibly attractive. She had a sort of haughty look to her, dressed in a simple black dress with a set of pearls setting it off nicely. Beautiful! “Sandra, I – I hope you don’t think it’s too forward of me – but would you like to go out for dinner?” She’d look...

Still hard, his cock glistened shamelessly. His cum, her pussy juice. I’d never seen my husband so stiff, so aroused! “Slurp it up. Taste our lust, our excitement!” my best friend cooed wickedly. Their exhilarated gaze fixed on me, my lips and tongue tentatively complied. I tasted their gooey essence and moaned. “It’s what you wanted?” Mouth full and cheeks reddening, I nodded. She laughed delightedly. “Me too. More?” “Ye...

Blushing furiously, I flooded the soft cotton as his mouth brushed the outline of my panties. Head lifting, his eyebrows rose in silent question. Trembling, I lifted my bottom; he carefully slid the drenched material down and, lifting the crotch to his nose, inhaled deeply. I couldn’t believe he wanted to do this! Encouraged by his radiant smile, I shyly parted my legs, giving myself to him. I gasped as his lips touched m...

“Get in here now!” “I’m sorry!” “Sorry doesn’t cut it—you embarrassed me in front of everyone! What were you thinking?” “I—I didn’t really expect it to go like that.” “Have you any idea what people are saying?” “I was just doing what I thought was right.” “Were you? I don’t think the Headmistress agreed. Get your skirt and knickers off.” “But…” “Do it!” “You can’t!” “I bloody well can! It won’t be the first time you’ve be...