The girl at the party was younger than me, slinky and sultry-eyed. She had been watching me for a while before she spoke.

‘You’re making my cunt drip.’

‘I’m pretty wet myself.’

‘See this fist? You’ll be coming around that within an hour. And it’ll be inside you all night. By morning you’ll be begging me to keep it in forever.’

I was, and it was. And I begged.

‘Good, my husband’s gone to bed,’ I said, pushing him against the wall and unbuttoning his flies. ‘I’m going to suck you off at least five times until your balls are completely empty. The first couple of times you’ll fill my mouth with spunk, the third time there’ll only be a few drops, and then you’ll be coming dry. That’s when it gets really intense. You might want to bite on something to keep quiet. If you’re lucky I’ll even get a sixth orgasm out of you. Your cock will be sore afterwards but it’ll be worth it, believe me.’

She lies limp and sweaty in her husband’s arms, her heart still beating fast from the draining orgasms. For the last few hours she has worshipped his cock in every way that she can, forcing it deep into her body, bruising her membranes. Her throat, vagina and anus have been reamed and pounded again and again, and then filled with the hot balm of his sperm. Her nipples and clitoris are on fire, her lips and labia swollen. Her hunger for him sometimes frightens her. ‘Oh my love,’ she whispers, ‘I wish I had more holes for you to fuck.’

I found my friends on the stone steps at the top of the garden, naked and relaxed. She sat between his legs, on the next step down, leaning back against his chest, her long thighs spread wide. He caressed her full breasts gently. I imagined his erection pressing against her spine. A trickle of cloudy liquid had flowed from her florid, open vagina down across the dark marble. As I watched, another thick pulse of whiteness oozed out. She looked at me with a cool, faintly ironic smile. ‘It’s not his spunk, you know. We’re waiting until I’m empty again.’

Maria phoned me excitedly. ‘Quick, come on over! I’ve got a treat for you!’

I dropped everything and dashed down the road. My sister-in-law’s treats would not wait. She was sitting in the lounge, naked, legs crossed, eyes sparkling.

‘I wanked him for ages before I let him spurt,’ she said. ‘It felt like pints. Hurry, I can’t hold it much longer.’

I lay on my back and she carefully straddled my face. Her florid, glistening pussy kissed my open mouth, and she released a flood of hot creamy sperm. I gulped it down with a shiver of forbidden ecstasy.

I was the last to finish my lunch in the restaurant. The waitress, a leggy girl with pouting red lips and ragged brown hair, whom I had been watching all through the meal, came over and bent forward to clear the table. The neckline of her loose dress sagged, confirming what I had suspected, that she was naked under it. I gazed at her pointed breasts and dark pubic tuft.

‘Is there anything else you would like, Madam?’ she asked in a soft voice.

‘Yes.’ I said. She smiled and went to lock the door and pull down the blinds.

One girl was lingering in the changing room, a pert-bodied little beauty, just the sort I like. Being a teacher, of course, I can’t do anything about it.

‘Come on, Samantha, hurry up.’

‘Don’t get rid of me, miss,’ she purred. ‘You know you want me.’ She turned to the wall and thrust her micro-skirted bottom at me. ‘Don’t you want to feel my bum, push my thong aside, stick your fingers in my hot juicy teenage pussy, lick my tight little arsehole? I cleaned it specially.’

‘You know I do,’ I groaned.

‘I like being fisted, too,’ she said.

The boy gives a grunt as my husband’s cock slides into his anus, spearing him deeply. His pelvis jerks forward and pushes his own cock further into my mouth. I suck hard, keeping the boy in position so that my husband can fuck him. I hold his hips, and my husband’s hands cover mine as he gets into his rhythm. My mouth slides back and forth in synchrony. Both men climax together, the boy filling my mouth with a huge quantity of sperm. I imagine my husband’s own emissions spurting straight through the lad’s body and down my throat.

Sitting outside the café with my new date, resting my feet on the chair. He sees that I am not wearing panties, and smiles. His arm slides under my thigh, his fingers stroke my shaven, tingling, eager labia. Fingers slide into my hot wet slit. Hurry up, I think, you can’t imagine how horny I am. He spreads my entrance, finally reaches my G-spot. I part my thighs a little. People are looking but I don’t care. Quickly he brings me to a fierce orgasm. Creamy woman-juice spurts out onto his palm. He licks it off slowly, holding my eyes.

In the club, on the pull, my friend whispers to me ‘Let’s pretend we’re lesbians, blokes get off on that.’ We dance and kiss, awkwardly at first, then full deep tonguing. I find I can’t keep my hands off her. My pussy grows moist.

Urgently we dash to the toilets, squeeze into a cubicle. Hands up each other’s skirts, we climax quickly, fiercely, mouths locked together. Then we do it again, slower, more tenderly.

Back on the dance floor, now naked under our microskirts, thighs slick with juice, she whispers to me, ‘Let’s just go home and cum all night.’

Standing by the fence chatting to my neighbour. Husband is sitting next to me, hidden. I feel his hand creeping up my leg, under my sundress. He reaches my bare pussy and starts to explore my swollen lips. Fingers slide into me. We fucked earlier and I’m still full of spunk. It’s hard to keep my voice steady as he pushes more and more up me. I part my thighs. I give a gasp as his whole hand slips into my liquid hotness. His fist massages my G-spot.

‘Are you OK?’ my neighbour says, concerned.

‘Oh yes, never felt better!’

All day I am restless, unable to stop crossing and uncrossing my thighs. I can feel my pussy lips swelling, engorging, opening like a flower. The membranes of my tunnel tingle with anticipation, the muscles quivering, pulsing, wanting to grip. Moisture oozes out of me, soaking into the cotton gusset of my panties. On the bus I can hardly contain myself - my pussy is gaping, hungry, clutching at emptiness. I tear through the front door, discarding my skirt, ripping my panties. He squats on a chair, erect, poised, waiting just for me, black, shining, impossibly huge. My new dildo.

She was standing at the sink, her tall wiry body clad only in bra and thong.  Her pert muscular buttocks, cleft excitingly by the white strap, silently invited me to slide a well-lubricated dildo between them. I did so, holding the thong out of the way. She grunted as I found, penetrated, and stretched her sphincter, bracing herself against the worktop. Her legs stiffened and she pushed her arse against my thrust. With my free hand I cupped the already-wet crotch of her thong.

‘I want it really deep today,’ she said with a catch in her voice.

I obeyed.

I am waiting for my older sister when she returns. I stare at her in wonder - she is even more glutinous than usual. Her whole head and shoulders are covered with a thick layer of milky white; globules of it ooze down her face; her T-shirt clings wetly to her breasts.

‘How many this time?’ I ask.

‘About a hundred, I think.’

She grins at me through her mask of semen. I start to kiss her face thirstily, running my fingers through her sticky, slippery hair.

‘You should come along next time,’ she says. ‘I’ll tell them you’re 18.’

Standing at the barrier at the concert, swaying with the crowd. His hands around my waist, big cock in my back. I am prepared with a tiny skirt, no panties, 6-inch heels to make me the right height. My arse and his cock lubed and ready. When the urge is too strong I tip my hips, he bends, pushes into me, filling my passage. We hardly move, just pulse with the music. His fingers stroking my clit slowly. Those around us oblivious. As the encore climaxes so do we, screaming our release. I fart jism all the way home, laughing.

I hear the telltale sound of the Parents leaving for their regular Saturday-morning shopping trip. I know they’ll take about 3 hours, and so does He. I slip off my nightie and wait, trembling with excitement and apprehension. I check my pussy and anus to make sure they are properly lubricated, because He doesn’t waste time once He starts. I wonder whether He should find me curled up and hot under the duvet, or spreadeagled on the bare sheet. I wonder too if He has come since last weekend, or whether He has been saving it all up for me.

My sister had brought along Melanie, a young black girl, slender and doe-eyed, in a short cotton dress. Submissively, the child gave me a shy smile, turned her back, bent forward and touched her toes. The tendons in her legs tensed excitingly. My sister lifted Melanie’s dress and pulled her small brown buttocks apart to reveal her anus, a coal-black star.

‘She’s very clean,’ my sister said.

I knelt and inserted my tongue, worming it in as far as I could. The girl squeezed it tenderly.

‘Would you like to go home with Auntie Gina and play?’ my sister asked.

My daughter called me into her bedroom once her boyfriend had left. She was slumped limply in the corner, her legs splayed. Her thin blue dress, pushed up to her waist, was torn away from one breast. Her mouth was open as though still receiving a cock. The hole cut in her tights revealed her red and swollen pussy, newly shaved, newly and heavily fucked. Long ropes of semen covered her from crotch to neck, darkening the fabric. He was easily the most copious of all her boyfriends.

‘Oh mum, I think he loves me,’ she whispered with a smile.

My sister-in-law crept into my bedroom, naked and lithe. ‘I fucked him to sleep,’ she whispered. Carefully she climbed onto the bed and straddled my head, positioning her bare pussy over my face. Her brown crinkly labia gaped excitingly. Her anus was big and dark, well-stretched over the years. She gave a little moan. I saw the muscles in her loins relax and a thick rope of spunk flowed out of her and into my waiting mouth. When she had emptied all her load, I swallowed deeply.

‘I bet you’ve missed that,’ she chuckled. ‘Does he still taste the same?’

After the wedding, I got the happy couple on one side and hugged them.

‘There’s something I must tell you both. Cherie, my brother and I have been fucking since we were 15. We’ve had every sort of sex you can imagine in the last 30 years. In fact, we shagged this morning while you were at the hairdressers.

‘Bob, Cherie and I have been lovers since we were 12. We’ve done everything that two females can do together. We spent last night in each others’ arms.

‘So I’m glad you two have married. We’ll make a very nice threesome.’

I met her in the park, as arranged. Without speaking she lifted the hem of her tennis skirt to reveal her small white cotton panties. She made a tiny noise and gave a slight shiver. I saw the crotch of her panties turn transparent, and then a gush of clear liquid burst through the fabric and ran in twisting rivulets down her legs. Her body trembled with the ecstatic release of pressure in her bladder. When she had finished, she let her skirt fall and walked away, leaving a puddle on the hot tarmac and a line of wet footprints.

I found her in another room, on her own - a tall elegant young black woman. Her mouth was full and her lips swollen, as though she had been fellating for a long time. Her silk dress, deep black against the brown sheen of her skin, left one impossibly pert breast bare. There was a large splash of creamy sperm on its upper curve; a long string of whiteness dangled from her fiercely erect nipple.

She looked at me coolly. ‘You want to lick it off, don’t you?’ she said in a low voice that sent shivers down my spine.