The Observer was well hidden. There were decadent moans, followed by a flash of light—and another key moment of the past was witnessed. Four moving on, two remaining! Robin and Marion. Moving closer, he saw they had eyes only for each other. They kissed; their mouths hungry and urgent, their passion intense, their primaeval love a wonder. He understood now. The bond they were forming tonight would be vital for the future;...

That first time, the idea was his; she had needed persuading. Not now. Now, the genie was out. Tonight, she was with him. Were they fucking, he wondered? Would she return reeking of sex, tasting of cum? Excited, and afraid, he swallowed. Searing images of the lovers played in his head; his heart thumped, his cock twitched, his balls ached. Swamped by uncertainty, his worst fears plagued him. Did he really want this? Could...

“Choose!” “How? You are identical in every way!” “Ah—that's all you know!” Grinning in delight, off came the knickers, revealing their divergent honeypots, clashing like night and day. “Feast your eyes—decide!” “Is my naked clam your choix préféré? A quim that is delicate, and smooth as silk; subtle, and suggestive…” “Or perhaps, for you, au naturel is the crème de la crème? A nest juicy and carnal, mysterious and lusty—t...

He watched with trepidation as she fiddled with the last morsel of her dessert. It was almost a cliché; a cherry, as red as her painted lips, and a perfect match for her striking dress. She twirled the ripened fruit on its stem, and placed it between her teeth. Her amused eyes were on his, gauging his reactions, as she bit through the skin, making him wince. His anticipation had been growing ever since they had arrived. A...

Dear Reader, Nobody believed our story. But the events I relate to you below really happened. It may seem fantastic, but truth is always stranger than fiction. You can make up your own mind—I only want to set the record straight before—well, you’ll see… Our journey started one inauspicious evening almost five years ago; the seven of us unaware, as we embarked on our incredible adventure, that nothing would ever be the sam...

The creature known as Ishkur watched her from the top of the sandy rise, feasting his eyes on her wild beauty. His position, carefully chosen, overlooked the lonely beach house by the windswept shore. The moon was almost full, casting unearthly shadows over the dunes and spindly trees as they swayed in the breeze. He loved the night; he was at home here, and the darkness was his domain, belonging to him totally. Here, he...

I knocked on the door that was clearly marked: “Mrs Sheila Vero, Senior School Governor”. ‘Enter!’ I opened the door and stepped into her office. It was very much like the Headmistress’s study, with a desk, sofa and two armchairs, as well as a series of wooden cabinets. ‘Ah, Mrs Lonsdale. I’ve been waiting for you! Come in, come in! Sit!’ Mrs Vero pointed to an upright chair in front of her desk. I sat, with my hands in m...

Feeling somewhat dazed, I meekly followed Rachel away from the Head Girl’s office, and towards the Detention classroom. The events of the last hour had once again turned my world upside down. How could they not? To add to my earlier punishments, not only had I just been strapped and spanked by four teenage girls, but I’d also been – enticed, I think was a good word - into pleasuring the Head Girl with my tongue, whilst th...

Pick me, pick me! Yea! A whole day luxuriating in her warm, snug nest! Wheee—down to the ankles we go! Must be pee-pee time. Lovely view! Oops—missed a few drips! No problem. I’m cotton—nice and absorbent! What’s happening now? She’s getting excited! Really humid here! Whose fingers are those? Whoa—that’s huge! Where's he going with that? Ah, okay—don’t mind me! Ahem—take your sticky time, why don’t you... Flood alert! Ca...

The sun was shining, and I was hot and sweaty as I stepped out of the mini-bus, still in my hockey strip. I smiled when I saw that Judy was at home, waiting for me by the front door in a short, floral, summer dress. I dumped my bags – dirty washing and hockey kit, mostly – and kissed her, mischievously probing her mouth with my tongue, eager to show her how much she had been missed. She took my face in her hands, bit down...

Silently, she entered the room and watched him slumber. Eyes snapping open, his adrenaline surged. What was this rapturous, heavenly creature with red eyes; pupils dilated, expression seductive, and terrifying? Compelled, his manhood rose, as never before. Nostrils flaring, her desire raged as she smelled the life-force coursing through his veins. Snarling and tearing, she impaled herself on his iron hardness. Razor-sharp...

Aroused, she parted her legs in invitation. Moisture clung to her pubic mound like morning dew. He spread her petals, exposing her moist slit, feasting his eyes on her sticky, pink flesh. She thrust her hips towards him, desperate to feel his devilish tongue work its magic. He retreated impishly, teasing her with his smile. She pouted, whimpering with puppy-dog eyes. Relenting, his tongue danced between her folds, tasting...

Judy had a warm shower, and then I got her to lay face down on Kate’s bed whilst I attended to her sore, well-spanked bottom. Being naked in front of me didn’t seem to bother her – though it was doing things to me that both aroused and confused! I rubbed a soothing cream, along with some arnica into her bruising. She seemed very happy to be mothered, and I tucked her up in bed with a cup of hot chocolate, and told her to...

Exams were finally done, and school was over for the year. My daughter, Kate – the ex-hockey captain, now that she’d finished school - was away at a two-week hockey training camp, and though I missed her, I was enjoying the peace and quiet of being home alone. I was just finishing off some ironing, thinking of an afternoon in the garden, when the doorbell rang. To my surprise, it was Judy, my daughter’s girlfriend. ‘Oh, h...

April 1987 It had become a bit of a Saturday ritual. I’d cycle over to Matthew’s house mid-morning, and we’d spend the day doing boy stuff together. We were both into sport and keeping fit, so we’d maybe go for a three-mile run, do some fitness training in the garden, then watch TV or goof around in his room in the afternoon. Matthew’s mum and dad were very pretty laid back. They usually went shopping after lunch, and Lou...