After the fun of the young guy ejaculating over my naked body, I lie on the beach for a while, rubbing my fingers through his cum and licking it off. Then I go for another swim to wash the rest of it off, before rubbing on a bit more sun cream and relaxing with my book. I lie on my back, the warm sun feeling lovely on my naked body. I part my legs as much as I dare, knowing that people walking past will be able to see my...

I still remember that morning in 2012, at the end of my second year at university. It was a warm summer’s day, almost too hot for a run, but I’d been working hard to get myself properly into shape before my holiday, so I was determined to stick to my weekly schedule. My fitness trainer had recommended a few circuits of the local park every Sunday morning, to augment my daily workout, and I hoped if I worked up a good swea...

We were waiting outside Professor Anderson’s room for a seminar on “Eighteenth-Century Romantic Literature” when Amy arrived, smirking. Her t-shirt was splattered all over with a creamy substance that was clearly semen. “Fuck, Amy,” said Jane, “You’ve been having fun.” “Well, I was giving him a hand-job and taking a pic on my phone, and he came sooner than I was expecting, so it went all down my front. And there wasn’t ti...

“Trick or treat?” It was my hunky neighbour at the door, holding a large orange pumpkin. I frowned. “Sorry, I’ve got nothing. It’ll have to be a trick.” “How about this?” He lifted the lid of the pumpkin, revealing his rock-hard cock sticking through a hole in the back. Soon it was down my throat, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of warm creamy jism. I licked my lips. “Now that’s what I call a tasty treat! Come in,...

Saturday the 9th of July 2011. Today’s the day. I’m going down to Brighton for the first time, and I’m going to go to the nudist beach. I’ve been wanting to do this for ages, ever since I heard about it. As regular readers will know, I’ve always loved being naked in the open air, but even out in the countryside, there’s always the danger of being caught by an innocent passer-by, which can be awkward if they’re shocked or...

It was a sunny August day in the school holidays, and my boyfriend Ben and I had agreed to meet up with our friends Jill and Alec and go for a swim and a picnic by the river. Unfortunately, at the last minute, Ben’s parents decided they were all going to visit his grandparents for the day, and he was forced to go with them. I didn’t particularly mind going as a threesome, but then to make matters worse we ended up having...

My husband is a bit of a “real ale” nut. Whenever we go to a different pub, he always has to check out what beer it’s serving, and whether it’s proper cask ale or not. Nothing gets him more excited than trying a new beer, unless it’s one from a brand-new brewery, in which case he practically has an orgasm in his trousers. And apparently “cask beer” isn’t the same as “craft beer” either. Or at least not necessarily. Not th...

“Okay Mr Grayson, so it’s £20 if you want me to pull my top down.” “Do you like them? It’s another ten to touch.” “Okay, you can show me yours.” “Oh gosh, it’s big. Rub it against my boobs? I guess that’s another twenty.” “Go on, you can put it between them.” “Oh God no, Mr Grayson! I didn’t say you could cum on them. Now I’m covered in it. What a mess.” “Lick it off? I suppose so. But that’s another fifty.” “You haven’t...

“Hey look, they’ve got the audition schedule for the next Drama Society production,” said my friend Emma as we were walking past the Student Union Societies noticeboards. “Why don’t you go for it this term?” I bit my lip. I’d been going on about doing something with them for a while now, but always kept finding a reason not to. But maybe it was time to stop making excuses. “Maybe I will. What are they doing, anyway?” Emma...

“Are you checking out my tits?” “Erm, yes: I mean, no. Sorry.” “Dirty bugger. Here, have a proper look.” She pulls down her tight purple top. A bare boob pops out. Barry blushes but can’t keep his eyes off the exposed nipple. “Listen, I eat incels like you for breakfast, but luckily I’m hungry right now. What time d’you get off work?” “Five.” “Be outside at five. Bring these.” She takes a makeup pencil and writes on his a...

Sunday morning. A typical Northern English university city. Half a mile out of the centre, a long street of tall Victorian family houses, now converted into what local estate agents call HMOs or Houses of Multiple Occupancy. Those who live there just call them student flats. Last night the street was buzzing with life, music blaring from open windows, punctuated by sounds of raucous laughter. Small groups of young people...

It’s Ron’s first shift. He can’t believe his luck. A couple on the rear camera. She’s got her top up and her pink shorts round her knees. The guy gropes her tits, then she gets down on her knees, pulls his hard cock out, and sucks it. Ron’s cock is hard too, so he gets it out and rubs it. He rubs harder as the girl leans against the wall, kicks off her shorts, and they fuck vigorously. Ron ejaculates copiously across the...

“Well, Mary, I have some news for you,” said Mr Bennet, putting down the letter that had arrived at Longbourn that afternoon. “This letter is from Mr Bingley. He has been unexpectedly called away to London on a matter of urgent business that is likely to occupy him for several weeks. He is concerned that his sister should not be left without a companion and has written to suggest that one of my daughters might be willing...

Deep throbbing techno beat making my whole body throb. Dazzling lights flashing in time to the beat. Dense smoke enveloping the DJ at the sampler box. Even in my skimpy shirt I’m sweating as I bounce and jiggle. It’s time to give everyone a thrill. I whip off my shirt and let my bare boobs free. That gets a cheer from the other dancers, as my little tits bounce around in time to the music. It feels so good, being topless,...

Rob was playing the organ for the Christmas Carol Service, and I’d come to help. Hidden up in the organ loft it was easy to get his cock out between carols. Soon I was sucking him off so vigorously that he almost missed the Recessional. Luckily it was the finale to Messiaen’s “Nativité” so the congregation hopefully didn’t notice all the wrong notes. Then, just as he spurted over my face, the curate turned up with mulled...