Kim awoke with a start, her heart pounding, shaken by a dream where she was chased by an irate, inexplicably naked woman, waving Kim’s abandoned blue bikini. Guilt at her unwitting betrayal of Henry’s not-so-dead wife haunted her. She shook her head angrily. He lied to me, she told herself firmly. Still, the illicit thrill of that betrayal heightened her enjoyment of the adventure. What kind of amoral monster am I? She dr...

Kim waited nervously, fearful of discovery, as the gates to the villa swung slowly open. She dreaded the potential consequences of her amorous excursion. If her father knew she’d been out, she might lose what little freedom she had. The moment the gates were wide enough, Kim drove through and parked her car in the garage, looking out of place next to the line of sleek sports cars. Her heart pounded as she tried to sneak t...

Kimiko Oneda fumed as their driver drove her and her wealthy, Japanese parents to their villa in Cap Ferrat. The scent of expensive leather filled the car, and as Kim stared out the window, a delicious memory of Helen's father's hand on her thigh flickered through her mind. I should be in Corfu with Helen and her father. She'd been looking forward to her independence and some sexual adventure for weeks, until three days a...

Helen awoke with a start. It was still dark, and she was unsure of what had awakened her. Then Jessica shrieked ecstatically from Helen’s father’s room. “Pound my arse.” Helen grinned. Her best friend, Jessica, was always louder when Helen's father buggered her. Helen sighed, wishing her own bum was full, but she'd been celibate since her Corfu holiday. She rolled over and tried to sleep, but her best friend's loud, vocal...

I showered after Clarissa and Melody left and wondered when Helen and Jessica would reappear. If they did at all. I half expected them to be out overnight. By the time it was fully dark, around nine in the evening, I had given up on them. I grinned, wondering what erotic adventures they were having. I settled at the veranda table with a book and a large scotch, gazing occasionally across the bay and at the twinkling light...

Helen was glad Jessica had persuaded her to accompany her to her porn casting. She grinned. Sure, her pussy and arse were now sore, but she’d loved every moment. First, being brutalised for the camera by Phillipe in their anal scene. Then, she’d joined in with Jessica’s casting and was bum-fucked side by side with her by Brad and Greg. Jessica experienced so many new things, not only taking it in the arse, repeatedly, but...

Racula craved the pleasures of Puzo's mammoth dick moving inside her, but the old man had rejected her months ago, refusing to even meet her. She was too innocent, and he wouldn't abuse her. That's what he had said. She missed the virile old man and his massive cock immensely, but he had rebuffed all her attempts to see him again. Now that she'd lost her anal virginity, she hoped perhaps he would reconsider and see her ag...

Intrigued, I peered out of the front door of the villa. My buxom daughter Helen and her slim, flat-chested friend Jessica got into the back of a black Mercedes, helped by two young men. I grinned. It was certainly not the Uber my daughter had claimed. Both girls had been strangely excited over breakfast for what was supposed to be a mundane shopping trip to Corfu Town, and unusually, Jessica hadn't let me fuck her that mo...

Jessica sat in the passenger seat of the black Mercedes. Her arse tingled slightly, and she knew her pussy was swollen. She glanced at Ian, the hunky blond pornstar who sat beside her in the driver's seat, wondering if the handsome hunk wanted her as much as she wanted him. As they left Corfu Town, the traffic was dreadful, and Ian swore softly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the road. She decided to leave questions o...

Jessica sat cross-legged on the bed with her back resting on the headboard, surrounded by studio lights, reflectors and cameras. She wore a bronze-coloured, sparkly dress, black sequined panties and high heels. Thin white tights stopped above her knees, with a navy ribbon highlighting the top. Her hair was bunched into two long ponytails held in place by purple elastic hair grips. Brightly coloured hair clips held her hai...

Jessica was terrified as she sat in the back seat of the black Mercedes behind the driver. Her blond, buxom best friend Helen got into the other side of the car and sat beside her. The car pulled away, crunching down the gravel drive towards the road. There was no backing out now! She was on her way to a porn casting and knew she'd be fucked by strangers in every orifice. The dark-haired, slender man in the passenger seat...

Prudence Lucas was an imprudent young woman approaching twenty-seven, almost too old to be marriageable. She had ample assets concealed within her modest day gown but no one to appreciate them. The militia Regiment had been stationed in Meryton since summer. Prudence had flirted outrageously with the officers but to no avail. After much scandal, Lydia Bennett had snapped up Whickham, and few eligible beaus remained. Prude...

Jessica sat up on her beach towel, stretched, and flicked her long blond hair over her shoulder. The deserted beach might be pebbly, but the view was fantastic - wooded hills surrounded the azure Mediterranean waters of the bay, dropping steeply to the still water. Jessica smiled inwardly. She lost her virginity right here, a week ago, on this very beach. Jessica glanced at her best friend, Helen, who lay on her stomach,...

My daughter, Helen, had been out all night. Early in the morning, I heard her sneak through the front door while I was banging her friend Jessica. "Don't ask," Jessica said. "She was probably with Bruno. You know, the barman at the taverna?" I smiled, staring at the nubile teenager sharing my bed, naked and on her side facing me, full of cum. Her transformation from a shy, man-hating girl to an utter slut was complete. Je...

Helen was naked when she threw open the shutters to her bedroom window. The sky was a burnished blue, without a single cloud. An enormous yacht, rigged for sail, lay at anchor on the far side of the bay. Her heart raced. She peered intently at the distant boat. It was, it was Peter's yacht. Giles is here! A sleek powerboat was moored at the tiny jetty outside the taverna below. Giles was already ashore. Helen hurriedly sh...