A Summer Night With B

"A hot summer night, two teens, obvious really."

It was that hot summer of 1976. I'd known B for about six years, all the way through senior school. I knew she was a great kisser. She knew how to use her lips, and her tongue seemed to have...

Her Boss (1)

"I was annoyed when she said her boss was staying over. I turned it to my advantage."

It started with a row. A week on the road meant I was tired but horny as hell. An hour from home, I stopped for petrol, a comfort break, and a call home."Home in an hour. You'd better be naked,...

The Favour – Part 2

"My girlfriend asked so nicely, it would have been rude to refuse."

L looked good in the tight black skirt. I find skirts with buttons on the front such a turn on, as of they are an invitation to undo them, like unwrapping a birthday present. This one had six buttons and...

Carolyn’s Song – The First Chorus

"The day after the get-together"

Next day, there was an early phone call from Jaq. “Mum says she’d be very grateful if you could help us out today. We’ve all got a lot to do. She said she’ll feed you, we’ve got most of last...

Let The Games Commence

"An unexpected encounter."

I lift the blue cotton sundress over your head. Your tits are as wonderful as I always dreamed, the pink princess knickers were a surprise. I look down at you, and pause while I take in the view. Something I...

The Big Sister

"I didn't expect the reception her sister gave me"

'She's not back yet, but you can wait.' The sun shone through her skirt. H was different to T, rounder, not quite as tall. The legs looked good in silhouette. She was the geek, T was the flirt.'Like what you...

The Favour – Part 1

"My girlfriend asked for a favour. How could I refuse?"

C was astride me, grinding against me to get me deeper. 'F-u-c-k!' she yelled as I lifted my hips upwards, forcing myself as far in as possible without her splitting in half. I held her like that, squeezing her ample...

Taking A Liberty

"I took liberties with my girlfriend's best friend and thought I'd get away with it"

That's the thing, teenage boys don't think.That is they don't always use their brains for thinking. I hadn't, and that's how I found myself looking at L's gorgeous backside as she bent over the armchair in front of me, her...