His cock was a wet mess of saliva and pre-cum. I sucked hard, waiting for the signal, which was a squeeze of his hand into a ball. My jaw was almost as sore as my pussy, but I tugged and yanked at that thing...there it was! The fist! I took it out and positioned my eyes half an inch below his cock, watching him jerk. Soon, thick streams of cum would shoot out and spray across my face. He groaned, his knees trembling.... D...

I pulled up a video that I had been masturbating to often. It featured two young women experimenting with one another in their apartment. They start off on the couch, talking and laughing until they get close, so close that one scoots forward just an inch and kisses the other. They start kissing more passionately, fondling each other's willing bodies and undressing one other with hasty curiosity. Eventually they are compl...

Part 1 It was a sin. I knew that. I knew that it is and I fought it and I was afraid. But it was a terribly strong temptation, too; unending, coming from somewhere else or from inside of me. And I fell. Again and again. I felt guilt, anger and despair, and vowed that I will resist countless times, and I took my vows seriously and really fought the sinful urge. But there always came a point when that other voice got to me—...

Chapter Nine: Smoke-‘n’-Fuck “Ah, Harriet, you got my message, good. Thank you for coming,” Polly Poussée beckoned, as Harriet knocked and edged the teacher’s office door open. She was surprised to find that Miss Poussée was not alone: two other students were seated nervously, somewhat self-consciously, on the edge of the office fuck-couch. “You know Danny and Danielle, don’t you, Harriet?” “Uh… yes?” Harriet’s response m...

Interlude Report: Harriet Danes Upper Sixth Form Kunt College December 2049 Dear Mr & Mrs Danes, Harriet has had a very successful autumn term. She has maintained her high marks in English, French and Fucking and, whilst she has found the Further Fucking syllabus quite challenging in some respects (she needs to work hard on deep-throating, and prepping her anal, for example), her devotion to her chosen fetish, and the hou...

Cassie McIntyre pushed her grocery cart through the fluorescent-lit aisles of the local supermarket, her two toddlers strapped into the front seat, their tiny hands clutching at boxes of cereal. It had been a long day, a blur of diaper changes, tantrums, and endless rounds of "Paw Patrol." The weight of single motherhood pressed on her shoulders, a constant ache she'd grown accustomed to. At twenty-four, she felt both old...

Chapter Two: The Very Fucking Time of Night “Miss Poussée, Miss Poussée!” It was barely eight o’clock on Monday morning, when Harriet burst into the office of the Deputy Head of Fucking at Kunt College. “Miss Danes!” exclaimed the teacher in horror, removing Peripatetic Porn Instructor Abdul Ahss-Faqr’s stiff brown cock from her mouth and peering over her glasses at the interloper. “We do not barge in unannounced in this...

The following morning after their night with Tyrone and Carl, Christine Lamont and her daughter Amy came down for breakfast. The smiles on both their faces tell each other that neither of them had any regrets about what they had done the night before. As they ate their cereals, Christine brought up the 'elephant in the room'. They had both had unprotected bareback sex with two virile young black men and could both easily...

August 24, 2024 Dear Journal, Let’s start with introductions. You’re Journal Number Seven, or just Journal for short. You’re the seventh in a long line of journals that I’ve owned since I started writing down my daily adventures. I’m Mindy, the girl who will be logging entries onto your pages. Nice to meet you. Journal Number Six was a good and faithful servant and will be missed, but it’s time for a fresh start. Why is i...

It was a long week at work, and when I got home Friday evening I was too exhausted to even think about sex. I downed a beer and went to bed. But Saturday morning, I woke up refreshed and ready to go! Remembering what a great time I’d had with Agnes last weekend, I figured I’d give the FOWNY website another whirl. I sat down at my laptop and browsed to the FOWNY bookmark. I typed in the user number it had given me last wee...

Virgil found himself frustrated again. While stroking his cock felt great, the release of orgasm eluded him lately. He could still get nice and hard, but reaching climax had been unattainable for some time now. Things were already not fabulous in his relationship with his wife, Sheila. Although she was still a beautiful woman, she had lost interest in sex long ago, and while she knew he took care of himself from time to t...

The name is Ouettecunte: Jane Ouettecunte. A highly distinguished old Saxon name, I am told by my husband. Mine was Bloggs; so you could say I have married into pedigree – and it suits me. Ouettecunte is, of course, the Norman bastardisation: the Wettkunts were a noble Wessex family who curried favour with the invaders and were granted a bishopric in perpetuity in what was then called Wiltshire. So they are terribly respe...

Because of work, I travel a lot, so my wife and I need to be creative when I am away. Cat, my wife, is about 5,7, size 12, 32B and is beautiful and sexy as fuck. I struggle to keep my hands off her when we are together. When I am working away, we always have phone sex; I cum so hard hearing my classy beautiful wife talking dirty to me; I love it; as soon as I know I am working away, it is the first thing I think about. Re...