PERFECT SCORE

 

Her broad bottom threatened to burst the seams of her Burberry skirt as she bent over her desk to check the faulty connection at the back of her computer.  He should be a gentleman and do it for her.  He really should.  But as soon as she’d bent over, Mason’s cock had become as hard as a rock, he couldn’t move away from his desk if a fire suddenly broke out in the building.

Her virginal pussy must be so tight!

Hailey Ambrose was one of the ugliest young women he had ever seen.  Okay, she wasn’t ugly but she was a big girl and the fact that she didn’t go to a gym or do any form of exercise didn’t help.  Neither did her weakness for Bahlsen Choco Leibniz Dark Chocolate biscuits.  She was close to two hundred pounds and at 5’10” that made her well over the recommended BMI.  Women had to look after themselves—she wasn’t even twenty-five years old and she had already let herself go—he would hate to see her when she hit forty.  He shuddered at the thought.

But she stood between Mason and his 100% record….

 

 

 

EASY RIDERS

 

Daffodil and Sunflower Gardner were so alike their parents had trouble telling them apart.  It was highly likely that the twins had been mixed up as babies, that Sunflower could in fact be Daffodil and vice versa.  Even scientists conducting twin studies of them and hundreds of identical siblings were staggered by their physical exactness.  They shared the same taste in everything, including men.  This caused the first fights they had ever had when they became teenagers but finally they came to an agreeable solution—sharing.  Whoever met the guy first went on the first date, the other twin went on the second and so on….

 

 

 

NAUGHTY PROFESSOR

 

Graham Greene rushed out of his office, along the empty corridor and through the heavy entrance doors of the sixth form college where he taught Physics, to his parked Jaguar, designer briefcase in hand, his thoughts miles away—three and a quarter miles away, precisely.  The distance between the college and Madame LaBelle’s Exclusive Men’s Club or Belle’s Whorehouse as less sophisticated people referred to it.  He was such a regular visitor there that he could do the journey blindfolded, using his cock like a homing pigeon to guide him straight to the abundance of young pussy—the house speciality.

Belle’s girls were all under the age of twenty-five.  As soon as they hit that magic age Belle retired them with a handsome payout.  On retirement, a number of them married previous clients and became domestic goddesses; three had become doctors; seven now practised law; two had pooled their retirement lump sums and had created Wicked Secrets, an aptly named lingerie range.  But Belle was proudest of her former girl who had gone on to direct and produce several bestselling porn flicks—three of which had cleaned up at the last Porn Oscars….

 

 

 

INTIMATE FRIENDS

 

I would have never doubted my sexual orientation if I hadn’t fallen in love my first day at kindergarten.  I remember clinging tearfully to my mother’s hand, begging her not to leave me when a boy exactly the same height as I was came up and held my hand.  He smiled at me and I let go of her and followed him meekly to the low table where he had been sitting playing with some building blocks.

“Honey, do you want me to stay for a while?” my mother had asked anxiously.

“I’m okay, Mom.”

Understandably, she’d stared at me in shock after I’d delivered this seemingly simple statement—I had started crying the previous evening at the thought of being left alone at kindergarten with complete strangers and had only stopped in the car on our way over when she’d promised to stay with me until I was comfortable and to breast-feed me when we got home….

 

 

 

SHAWN ‘THE DOG’ MITCHELL

 

Stuck in the holiday traffic on the way to his great-aunt May’s house, Shawn cursed himself for being a mummy’s boy.  His mother had called him three days ago from Martinique, concerned about her aunt who was spending the first Christmas on her own since the death of her husband.  Neither of his sisters was available: the older one was heavily pregnant with her fourth child, and his parents had taken the  younger on holiday with them.  So, reluctantly he had agreed to drive down late Christmas Eve and spend Christmas Day and part of Boxing Day with his great-aunt.  He had thought his new girlfriend Loretta would come along to keep him company.  Instead, she had quickly logged on to the Internet and found a last-minute flight to Florida to spend the holidays over there with her best friend.  Worst of all was the fact that she had finally uncrossed her legs last Friday after two months of roses, expensive dinners and endless begging.  He had been ‘hitting’ her pussy with a vengeance every night since and had planned to ‘bend’ it up during his two week Christmas vacation….

 

 

 

EROTIC DREAMS

 

The huge black stallion sniffed the smaller mare’s hindquarters, tossed his head arrogantly and snorted.  She neighed encouragingly as he mounted her, his enormous penis jerking up and finding its mark with surprising accuracy.  Her whinnying cries spurred him on as he proceeded to shove...

Shucks!  Abigail sat up in bed crossly—something had awakened her in the middle of her favourite dream.  She rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them as she listened to the sounds coming from her aunt’s room.  Odd noises interspersed with canine pants.  She looked at her clock radio.  It was five-twenty in the morning.  Was that her aunt making odd noises?  And why did Rover sound like he was out of breath?  Or maybe it was Rover making all the noises.  Maybe he needed to go out and her aunt was asleep.

She got out of bed and padded to her aunt’s door.  She tried the handle but the door was locked.

“What do you want?” her aunt demanded, her voice sounding strange….

 

 

 

SUGAR BROWN

 

Hey, boys!  Are those erections?  I guess you are happy to see me.  I’m pleased to see you too but let me warn you—I’ll fuck you only once before I move on.

Lexy says I give women a bad name.  I don’t know why.  I’m a serial fucker not a serial killer!  Personally, I think she’s jealous.  Bitches never like me but I don’t care because I don’t like them either.  I’m not fucking no woman so if you are looking for some lesbian action you won’t find it here—close the book you’re done reading.

But where are my manners?  Let me introduce myself before we go any further.  My name is Sugar.  I was born in Guyana, in a county called Demerara so I am the real article—Demerara Sugar—not some tasteless sweetener or sugar substitute.  I’m so sweet I rot teeth!....