This is a true story of an encounter with a lady that I met a few years before I met my wife. I'd been out on the town in Plymouth, where I'd been drafted due to being in the Royal Navy. It was Easter, so everyone I knew from my ship was on leave. I was in this club at the top end of town, and I noticed this very striking woman in her mid-twenties sitting at a table on her own, looking at her drink, somewhat subdued. I've...

Her pumpkins are ripe and plump, soft to touch and free to sample, she has no modesty, no shame, it's all about the treat for her. Costume torn open, lying soiled on the floor. All the dads know her as the local slut, the dirty whore! Where once a year she lets men sample her luscious candy. The line grows longer to her shed of debauchery, where children dare not go, due to the harrowing screams heard inside, the beasts w...

"Hi, you two; fancy seeing you here," came a voice from behind us, making us freeze and turn around slowly. "Fuck!" Molly hissed, glancing at me with gritted teeth as we both turned to see who it was. Turning, we found Becky, our waitress from before, with a group of friends, giving us both a friendly wave. "Oh, hi, Becky," I said politely, feeling my nerves begin to relax, surprised she was even here. At the same time, M...

The food was delicious, and the wine really hit the mark while we talked. Our chat had jumped from lustful dirty talk to questions about what I planned on doing next, now that I’d left college. My dad had offered me a job at his company, but I was unsure if I wanted to do that, knowing he’d be my boss. “Well, you’re still young, my darling, and there’s no mad rush to choose a career path just yet. I would offer you some w...

I'd not stuck around last night after my dad had joined us, mainly because I was so bloody horny, especially after my fingers had abruptly slipped up inside Molly's silky wet vagina. That happened because we'd been startled by my dad, but thank god for the blanket covering us. I was now totally addicted to Molly and her body. She was still, for all intents and purposes, my step mum and had been since I was a teenager. But...

It had become a typical morning in our household, my dad stuffing his face with his breakfast before dashing out the door without saying a single word. He eagerly wanted to go outside because of his lift to work and his new work associate, Clare. My step mum Molly, who’s been with my dad since I was sixteen, hated this fact. It’s ironic when I think about it, that he cheated on my real mum to be with her back in the day,...