I was a teenager when I lost my virginity. Her name was Sarah, and we shared a tent at scout camp. One night she unzipped my sleeping bag and went down on me. She was the first person other than myself that had made me cum. Later, the boy next door fucked me behind the garages at the bottom of our garden. It was after my birthday party, and I instigated it. I can still feel the hardness of his young cock as he fucked me,...

Sitting alone at a table in the hotel restaurant wearing the vivid orange silk halter, braless, was unsettling. I hadn't worn anything so revealing in over ten years. That morning, Sam texted me to dress sexier than usual. “What,” I replied, “my jeans and a sweater not sexy enough for you?” “You’re sexy enough for me in anything you wear,” he replied. “But tonight is special. I want you to feel as sexy as you really are.”...

I turned over and found I was alone in our bed. When I had finally fallen asleep, I was lying between Lou and Lucy. We were so tired we hadn’t even showered, and my cock was caked in a combination of my dried cum and the excretions from both of their pussies. I sat up, remembering the previous night’s activities. After finally fucking Lucy, I had fucked Lou while Lucy licked her pussy. We had spent the rest of the evening...

I sat on an armchair in the living room of the apartment I now shared with Anna. I had her old laptop open on my lap. She gave it to me when I moved in so I could look for jobs and do some research on what I might want to do with my life. Since I had spent the past 30 years of my life in a strict, Christian cult, I needed to figure out what the next few decades were going to look like. I tried focusing on the job postings...

Darko, the owner of Hot Wife Hotel, looked over the revised schedule for the week. With Olivia on vacation with her husband Steve, some of Liv’s regular clients had to be reassigned to other hot wives. Most had been amenable to hooking up with a substitute, and those who weren’t agreed to wait until her return. But Darko made sure that everyone who wanted an appointment was covered. One gentleman, Daniel, had actually exp...

I had left work early to make the urgent appointment with the headmaster. He had asked to see us both, but typically my husband. Sean had drunk three pints at lunchtime and was the bookmakers when the call came. So, it fell to me to go on my own. Jill, the Headmaster’s Secretary, smiled sympathetically as she ushered me into his office and closed the door behind me. Seated behind the desk, Mr Hanson indicated I should tak...

The last days of my final year at school. All I had ahead of me now were the final few exams and then a long summer of freedom before I had to decide what to do with my life. I had no idea what I wanted to do, but was pretty sure I didn’t want to end up working in the pub like mum. My mind was still running through my options as I walked up the path to our front door, weaving around the bits of old car engine that Sean, m...

The school bell had rung long ago, leaving the hallways of Westridge High silent and empty. Molly, an 18-year-old senior with long brunette hair, stood outside the maths classroom, her heart racing. She was of medium height, curvy in all the right places, but it was her impossibly huge breasts that always drew the most attention. Today, they strained heavily against the buttons of her white school blouse, the fabric stret...

It was a warm spring morning as I left my house and walked through the run-down estate to drop off some clothes at my daughter’s place. Bianca and Dean had married in the previous summer. Having lived with Sean and me whilst they waited for a council house, they had moved in at the start of the year. Bianca, now in her early twenties, worked in a supermarket in town. Dean was a brickie, employed by a mate of his dad’s. Ar...