My friends over at Adult eBook Shop tell me that they were recently presented with an erotic ebook to be added to their site...

The problem was the title with includes the C word. Which is of course very offensive to some people.

They deliberated hard and long over whether to put it up on their site. But when they read a few chapters they were HARD and LONG!

The story is autobiographical and is, apparently, very well written. The author, Janet S is a nymphomaniac. She loves cock, she loves sex, she loves sperm! And she sucks cock and fucks and fucks and fucks!

She's the sort of woman most men would love to meet and that most women would be terrified of. I would imagine that she would be condemned by most women and branded as an evil slut/slag.

Personally, I believe that women should read her story and learn how to FUCK how a man wants it.

Confessions Of A Cunt by Janet S - Is a very, very sexy read.

Prologue

The real title of the book, regardless what the cover says, is, Confessions of a Cunt. Most women find the use of the C word abhorrent; I know I did at one time. One cannot read or hear the word without it invoking a strong reaction, mostly negative. Why on earth would I then use it in the title especially when it's used to describe me? Well, simply put, I am a Cunt. I love sex; I need sex; I require sex of all kinds but it wasn't until I met Bob, my oldest and dearest Lover that I really learned the significance and power of the word. Bob describes it this way, "To me 'cunt' describes a woman who loves sex, craves it, and will do whatever it takes to be satisfied much more than your average woman. A 'cunt' has accepted the freedom to go after what she wants and needs. She understands that sex (especially with new people she's never met before) is the greatest feeling on earth and she lives for new incredibly exciting thrills only possible through sex.

Women should be proud of their cunts and use their cunts to get what they crave ... large hard cum-filled cocks. They should be proud of their power. When a man sees an attractive woman, he immediately starts dreaming of her cunt. He can get a good idea of her breasts, and also her ass,but he craves seeing her naked cunt. Most men want cunts more than anything else on earth. You, Janet, have discovered the awesome power of your cunt and you have used it to get what you want. Cunt is good. Cunt is sweet. Cunt is for eating and fucking. You have earned the right and privilege to be called a Cunt with a capital C."

Here's a short excerpt, it'll give you an idea of what this erotic ebook is like.

By the time I went off to college, I had a great deal of sex, or so I thought!  College was, however, at a whole different level!  This was a time when the burning of bras, women's lib, protest marches and free sex was in its heyday.  I lost my bra as soon as my folks dropped me off and only put it on when I went home or for Parents Day.  I loved that free feeling and guy's reaction to seeing my hard nipples poking out through my tops.  I quickly took to unbuttoning my blouse a button or so more than norm and encouraged guys to look.

In my freshmen year I went to my first outdoor concert.  No it wasn't Woodstock but it was it in an open field under a hot sun.  I had worn a t-shirt, sandals and hot pants.  Remember them?  They were brown and very sexy and showed off my long legs nicely.  Not long after my boyfriend and I arrived, we saw this girl topless.  Shortly thereafter we saw another.  He saw me looking at her and asked if I wanted to take off my top too.

Gone ... in six seconds along with my sandals.  I loved it.  My nipples were solid marbles all day and it wasn't because I was cold!  I was so excited!  I had gone topless on dates and at my folk's private pool but never in public.  I was hooked.  I loved the way everyone looked at me.  It even seemed the girls were envious of my boldness as there were only a few of us topless.

Somewhere in the course of the day, I lost my boyfriend.  He wasn't really my date, we were just friends but we ended up going in different directions along with my t-shirt and sandals!  Not having a way to cover up added to my excitement.  In the afternoon, I met up with a guy who knew me from school.  He was wearing just a pair of ragged jeans.  Soon we were holding hands walking around the grounds together before collapsing on a thick green grassy knoll to take in the music.  I leaned back against him our skin bonded together by our sweat.  Soon his hands found my tits and he gently played with them as we swayed to the music.  It was terribly erotic and exciting and I tingled every time someone looked at us, especially while he was playing with my tits.  It felt very nice!  He politely asked me to take off my shorts.  I told him I'd love to but there were too many people around.  He graciously urged me assuring me it would be ok and even pointed to another couple some distance away that were nude.  I still didn't do it but I didn't say, "No!"  So he told me to lie down on my back.  He moved around and hovered over my shorts and fiddled with the snap until he got it undone.  I lost my breath when he slid the zipper down but arched up to assist him as he pulled them from my legs leaving my clad in a pair of pink bikini panties.  He smiled and ran his hand over my tummy both exciting me and reassuring me that it was ok.  I relaxed and, as soon as he sensed that, he slid his hands to the waistband of my panties and pulled them from me in an abrupt but controlled steady pull leaving me quite naked.  I bit my lip sharply and could feel my wetness flooding my vagina.  He parted my legs slightly; I was helpless to stop him.  I watched in anticipation as his great shank of red hair lowered into my vagina.  I felt his beard tickle my thighs and felt his lips touch my labia.  I swooned as he gently lapped my pussy.  He didn't do it long but it was enough to push my along.

He smiled and looked at me, "A little excited are we," he coyly asked?  "You're very wet, aren't you?"

I could only nod as he moved next to me so that his pelvis was near my shoulder.  The indication was clear.  I reached over and began to pull down his zipper.  I encountered one of the most exciting things ever and one that, to this day, excites me - bare skin.  My soon-to-be-lover had gone commando and as I lowered his zipper, his semi-erect cock sprung from its weak denim confines and under my hand.  At this point, I couldn't control myself; I had to suck his cock.  I went down on him with all the skill I could muster.  I greedily and wetly sucked his growing thin long solid rod taking as much as I could in my young mouth.  I cupped his balls then licked them.  I sucked just the head and frigged his shaft and then sucked him in more.  I wanted his cock in my mouth and my mouth made love to his dick.

Before I was rewarded, he pulled away and took off his jeans completely which was my fourth revelation of the afternoon.  Naked men, outdoors, in public are a huge turn-on.  He parted my legs widely and fingered my pussy allowing me the pleasure of sucking his rod some more.  I sensed more than saw people walking by within a few feet of us.  Sometimes their shadows fell over us as I gave him head and he fingered my hairy pussy.  I was close to cumming when he stopped.

He sat down and asked me to face him and sit on his cock...

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Primitive by Lizbeth Dusseau - A very sexy read. My girlfriend loved it!

The blurb:
"You can't go primitive in the jungle without going wild. You can't dive into darkness without giving the darkness a sign of your savagery."

In the sensuous climate of a tiny South Seas Isle the pristine virgin, Camille, is betrayed by her ruthless sister, handed over to a white man who's turned savage by the teaming jungle. Captive and bound she angrily decries her fate. And yet, the master of the erotic, Llewellyn, knows she hungers to have her wild nature set free. He refuses to take her without her consent, but she succumbs to a seduction by his two dark-skinned native servants until she begs to be deflowered. So begins the odyssey of her transformation from virgin maid to sexual slave.

Conquered by Llewellyn's loving domination, she dives into primitive lust becoming a slave to her master—a queen in her jungle. A lush feast of psychological domination/submission, written in Camille's own words.

The Excerpt:
"You are a beautiful sight," he says. He is a stocky man, about five-feet ten. Older, perhaps forty, but handsome-and primitive for a white man. He wears a pair of tan Bermuda shorts, a baggy tan shirt open down the front, a chain of unusual beads and sandals. His graying hair has grown long dangling along side his cheeks. He wears a large straw hat so his face remains in the shadows, but that cannot prevent me from seeing the tattoos on his face. Two dark arrows mark his square jawline. And three bold lines of black, like fingers, are drawn down the sides of his nose. There is an earring in his ear and rings on each finger of one hand but none on the other. A tiny gold dot on the side of his nostril suggests that he's pierced there too. I find myself going cold seeing him, and have to turn away, he's difficult to look at.

Lydia has an altogether different response to our intruder. Though she's not bold enough to stand naked in front of him, she does nothing to cover herself even after the first shock is over. Still sitting on her rock, her breasts bared for his eyes she addresses him. "Whom might you be?"

"Llewellyn," he says, "And you?"

"Lydia Sebring, and that is my sister Camille, the bashful one. Our father is the scientist that has just arrived to study the island."

"Ah, I see now why there'd be two beauties sunbathing in my jungle. I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I stumbled on you." His voice is deep-throated and resonant, vibrating in the hollowness of the jungle. It gives me shivers when he speaks.

He looks back at me, but I can't look into his eyes, even though he waits for me to look at his face. In my peripheral vision, I can see his interest, but I don't want him interested in me. Lydia pulls her dress over her shoulders and saunters toward him, cocking her head so it tosses her slick hair half over her eyes, looking sexily mussed.

"And what do you do on the island?" she asks him

"I've lived here for twenty years. I paint."

"Ah, you're the man whose work hangs in all the galleries. Father said to watch out for you. I don't think he trusts you?"

"And what would give him that idea?"

"He says your paintings are savage. My father is not a savage man."

"He should stay here some years and see how he feels then."

I watch her work on the man, knowing that he'll be charmed the way every other man is seeing her. Slut. I hear myself saying that much too often, and I realize it's wrong to judge her. But she is so beyond me.

"But lest he think I'll do some evil to his daughters," Llewellyn continues, "I'd better go."

"Oh, now wouldn't that a be a delight," Lydia whispers to me as he strolls away.

"What would be a delight?"

"To have 'evil' done to me by that man," she says. Her eyes are evil, I think. That midnight, jet-black, sleek looking gleam makes me shiver as much as Llewellyn does.

"You should stay away from him," I tell her. Of course she won't listen.

After three weeks on the island, Lydia is off with Llewellyn several times. She's furtive about her visits, leaves me at our bathing pool, which I heartily protest, though she goes anyway. Sneaking along the jungle path she finds his hut somewhere in a remote part of the island and plays with him in bed. I don't want to hear about her sexual escapades, they disgust me. But I can't stop her talking late at night, when she plops down on my bed, after I've already fallen asleep. She wakes me, my eyes opening, startled to see her staring at me with an infernal gleam I cannot trust. She tells me how they made love.

He's not a child, Camille," she purrs like a cat when she speaks softly. "But a man. His body is strong, no flab for an old man, but so firm. He's tan without a line, like me. He tells me he works in the nude, but I haven't seen that yet." She heaves this deep, self-satisfied sigh. "He says he wants a female model. I think he'll use me. Wouldn't that be heavenly, to be studied all day by a man of art? To be rendered in color lounging among banana leaves and ferns? Makes me wet between my thighs, thinking of it."

"Lydia!" I protest. "I don't want to hear about your sex with the man."

"That's only because you're so envious."

"I am not. The last thing I want is a loveless affair with a man who is content to use me and then cast me off when he gets tired of me."

"Oh, you're incurable. In search of a husband? Here? In this god-forsaken place? It'll never happen, Camille. All we can hope for while father broods is to have some fun with our loins and a few potent stalks."

"Don't talk dirty!" I try to quell her again.

"I love talking dirty to you," she snickers. While I lie in bed, she leans over me, her two hands on either side of my head, her face bending down to mine. Her lips are much too close to mine. "You're so easy to upset. You get all in a dither looking stuffy. Your rules are going to make you miserable, little sis. But that's all right with me, because that means I'll have the creme de la creme for me. And let's face it, on this isle, we can't really be that choosy."

"The only man I want is a husband," I tell her.

"How naïve," she says backing away smirking. The twist to her lips makes me fear her. But I've seen it before so I have no reason to be afraid. Yet, in this sultry savage climate I'm not sure that she won't become more crazed than she already is.

Rising, she stands beside my bed and looks down on me.

"You know, he has the largest cock I've even seen, certainly that has ever entered me. His balls are heavy, hanging low. But it's his forceful way with me that intrigues me the most. When he presses into me, he rides hard and I scream carefree." The way her body undulates as she speaks I think she's back in the moment, remembering so well that she'll re-experience the whole scene before my eyes. I don't want to see it, but I have no choice but to wait until Lydia finishes her testimony. If I look away she won't stop, so I allow my eyes to keep their focus, staying one step back from her in consciousness. I try not to think of how her sensuous body is affecting me.

She runs her hands over her flesh, down the sticky sides of her satin gown. Her thighs quiver and she moans quietly, her eyes drooping lazily until they close. I'm too shocked to speak. She has me hypnotized the way she moves before me. The slip of a nightgown drops to the floor and she's naked masturbating before my eyes; though I don't think she even remembers I'm here the way she looks lost in her sensuous reverie. I watch as she fondles her breasts while a hand remains at her crotch opening the thatch of silken hair to expose the purple insides of her pussy. Her middle fingers moves directly to the hole deep in that cleft. One finger driving into the place becomes two, becomes three, until I realize that she's using her fingers like a cock to fuck herself...

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This ebook is all about arse fucking and cock sucking in the open air...

Here's a short excerpt:

He followed me into the shadows of the trees. I halted so he could walk the remaining few yards beside me then continued into the thicket caressing the boy’s arse as we walked: gently rubbing the material of his sarong round and round as I felt those fleshy mounds.

“I take off for you?” enquired the boy as we came to a halt.

“No,” I replied still stroking his buttocks, “keep it on: for a while anyway.”

“What you like? What you want me do? I do whatever you please.”

“I think it would be a good idea for you to get on your knees and start sucking my cock, then after that I shall undoubtedly fuck your arse.”

“Of course; whatever you wish, sir.”

“Enough chat, my lad. I have a speech to make tonight; a speech in praise of Thai delights. We do not have much time so start making better use of your tongue; I haven’t got all night.”

I leaned against a tree and spread my legs apart, and let the Thai lad set about his work. He knelt before me and with practised hands, pulled down my flies and pulled out my cock. It was hardening fast and it hardened even faster as an oriental tongue of deftly skill started to lick up and down the shaft. He knew exactly how to please; a professional through and through.

He teased with his tongue, licking round the rim of my glans, prising open the eye and wriggling in.

“Oh, yes!” I cried as he pierced my slit. “More of that! Stick your tongue in as far as you can.”

He did as I asked. Forced his tongue almost an inch down the slit and wriggled it around, sending shock waves down the length of my now rigid shaft, which exploded in my balls and ricocheted up my ass.

“Oh, shit, that’s good; that’s very good. But take it easy, I’m not in that much of a rush.”

The lad understood; he knew that I wanted the full service; making me come prematurely wasn’t on the cards. He removed his tongue from my slit and lapped the juices he had coaxed then resumed his work on my throbbing cock: a fine nine incher which he held in his hand as he continued with his task.

His teasing tongue made reptilian flicks all along the shaft, covering every inch of this impressive length. It was utter bliss, this calm sensuous pleasuring of my member, in stark contrast to the electrifying slit fuck of a few minutes before. Then with the softest of hands the lad pulled out my balls. He kissed them both, licked them long and slow then took them both in his mouth. He sucked them gently, his tongue flicking from one to the other, as his hand softly massaged my shaft.

Still sucking on my balls, he added his other hand to my glans, gathering the pre-cum which freely oozed out and smearing it all around...

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Any way, here's a small excerpt of some arse fucking:

It wouldn’t have bothered me if we gave each other licence to fuck about when not together. For young lads of our age, casual sex was nothing more than innocent fun as long as you played nice and safe. But Giles didn’t see it that way, and whilst he had never asked for fear I would deny him, I knew it was what he wanted - a commitment to each other even when apart; a commitment with fidelity at its heart. And I was sure that I wanted him; HIM, my Giles, in his shallow entirety, not just his fabulous arse to fuck. So I decided to give it a go. I acted like a caring boyfriend instead of shagging who I pleased then lying through my teeth to keep him happy. As one might imagine after such a lengthy time - I was desperate to get up his ass!

"Pull over!" I said once we were off the main road and cruising along a charming little French country lane; a warm breeze in our faces, the scent of lavender heavy in the air. It was almost as clichéd as our primary school show; but Provence is actually like that! I had been stroking Giles bare thigh for much of the journey and had now moved on to his crotch. Giles had obligingly spread his legs so that I could have a good feel at his cock and balls, nestled underneath his shorts.

"We’re almost there," he replied. "They’re expecting us for lunch. You’ll have to wait."

"Sod lunch. Pull over." I gave his balls a hard squeeze to underline my request, and make it clear that if he didn’t comply I would ravish him whilst still driving, and he would end up pranging daddy’s car into a hedge.

Giles found a narrow track and drew into it, taking us well away from the road. He looked over to me with an incredible smile on his face. He really was lovely in that gentrified way: sapphire eyes and ruby lips, perfect skin and teeth, a classically handsome young man of twenty. What the hell did he see in me?

Plenty is the answer! I rowed for Cambridge - that’s why they accepted me; for brawn, rather than social status or brains. I was the powerhouse in the eight that thrashed Oxford earlier this year: a six feet three hunk with a body to die for and a whopping big cock that knew how to fuck - knew how to pleasure an aristocratic ass.

Giles loved my cock; he couldn’t get enough of it. When we were at college, I would ride him at least twice every night; then ride him again the following morning before we set out to class. I enjoy a good fuck, and I like to fuck lots - this past month of abstinence had been an anathema to my very soul: what my cock had made of it I dare not say, but I can assure you, it wasn’t best pleased!

I abandoned my groping of his crotch and slid my hand down the back of his shorts. My fingers went straight to his crack and forced their way down until I found his hole. I circled it enjoying its warmth and moistness, its modest reluctance to let me in. Then I thrust my finger up him, bullying it past his clenching ring, and wriggled it around inside his silky chute, massaging his spot with the pad.

Giles instinctively moaned, unable to resist this teasing advance, and he squirmed delightedly on top of my hand.

"Oh! Oh God! God how I’ve missed you," he cried.

I looked him in the eye and smirked. "It feels tight," I replied as I tried to force a second digit into his body.

His summer colour dimmed the blush, but I could still see a tinge of red on his cheeks. It was not embarrassment that put it there, but a fear of actions unspoken. "Of course it’s tight," he said. "It hasn’t been fucked for a month."

"My, my; you have been a good boy!"

"I told you. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you..."

I heard the question in his voice. The question that he didn’t dare ask directly in case the answer hurt or he heard a lie. It felt good that I could deliver my gift truthfully and please him with words on top of mischievous fingers. Words had never been my strongest suit; I’m more of a physical sort of guy.

"Well, it’ll be getting fucked today. I’ve been climbing the walls for the past month: celibacy does not agree with me, I can assure you!"

Giles radiated a smile that made it all worth while. "Thank you," he said then he leaned over and stroked my cock which was throbbing under my jeans and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"We should go. Mummy will be livid if we get there late."

"Bollocks to that! I want to fuck you now."

"After lunch. We’ll go for a walk."

"Yeah, we will, and I’ll fuck you then as well. Now get out of the car. No one will see us here."

I’m sure it was less his desperation for me to shaft him, and more his pleasure at my fidelity that caused him to obey. He freed himself from my fingers and sprang out of the car, laughing at our audacity. He made to go into a nearby field, where he assumed we would rut like French peasants of old, spilling our seed onto the precious soil. But I grabbed him by the wrist and drew him to me; kissed him passionately on the mouth in classic Bond fashion then manhandled him over the bonnet of the classic Bond car.

Giles assumed a position, spread eagled over the front of the Aston Martin; his arms thrown out in crucified surrender and his legs parted wide, anxious to get speared. I pushed his legs together and roughly pulled his shorts down to reveal his stunning peachy ass. I would have a good look at that later, inspect what was mine to fuck as I pleased, an arse that was never denied me. I would spend hours treating my boy with my tongue and my cock. But for now I would have myself a quick shag.

I dropped my jeans to my thighs and released my throbbing cock. A ten inch angry beast sprang out, salivating from a blind eye as it lobbed up and down...

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Here's an excerpt:

Jake is on his way to my apartment. It's time for me to get ready for our appointment. Jake likes real boudoir beauties wearing spiky heels and see-through camisoles, as well as he loves push-up bras and frilled panties, or stocking-ed legs. All my clients do... I shower, slip into my four-inch stilettos and walk toward the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I bring the sheer black tulle-edged thong up over my hips. Then I adjust the matching bra over my breasts. It barely covers my nipples. It's like wearing no bra at all, but more provocative. I apply lip-gloss; spray my skin with Prada Infusion D'Iris, which is my favorite scent, and look at my watch. It's 7 p.m. - exactly. Jake calls from his cell phone. He's here and has already parked in the lot behind the building. I stay on the phone until he reaches my apartment. Then I open the door.

"Hi, sexy," he says.

"Hi Jake," I say, and kiss him on the cheek.

I take his hand and lead him through the living room and into the bedroom. He places a plain envelope on my dresser. I know what it contains. I don't need to ask my regular clients for the money, and I really never have to count it. "Jake, do you like my new outfit?" I tease.

"You know that I do."

He is rendered speechless and unable to look away. I start to undress him, while his hand slides down my back to my ass. He gets rock-hard as I unbuckle his belt and pop open his fly so his pants fall to the floor; he's wearing boxer shorts with a colorful pattern of martini glasses. His hard-on is pushing against a martini glass. I pull them off, take a condom from my dresser and roll it down on his hard dick. Then I suck him off, working my mouth up and down the shaft, with my tongue swirling all around the head. "You do that so well. Don't stop, don't stop." he says, all the while his hands roam my thighs.

I continue licking and sucking his cock and rubbing his balls. He squeezes my tits through the delicate material of my bra. His breathing is really heavy.

"Take it off," I tell him.

He finds the bra clasp, opens it and helps me get the garment off my body. My nipples get hard as he squeezes them. Suddenly he pulls his dick out of my mouth, putting it between my breasts. He squeezes them together. He starts fucking my tits, the head of his cock appearing and disappearing close to my face. (My breasts are large for my body. And they are real.)

"I want to go down on you," he says after a while and peels off my thong.

My legs are open wide to give him more access. He leapsbetween my thighs, burying his mouth in my pussy. He finds the right spot with his tongue and makes me come. After I come in his mouth he kisses me from my lips down to my belly button. Then he stops, grabs my legs and turns me on my stomach. He grabs my ass and pulls it in the air so I'm on all fours. Getting on his knees behind me...

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"Yes." The General clapped as she performed the lewd act for him. "Turn around and let me see that nice ass."

At least her back was to him as she let her ass sway back and forth sensuously, teasing him with her skirt, letting it slide up over her naked cheeks then back down again. She finally let it slide up to her waist, her naked ass pushed out towards him as she wagged her ass as if she was a trained dog.

"Bend over Angela and spread your legs. Let your skirt stay up high. I want to see that tiny little asshole." He waited, slapping the riding crop on the edge of the chair, the resounding ring in the room making Angela jump, bending over quickly, getting into the provocative he required of her. "Ass up in the air and spread your legs wider."

The sound of the whip scared her. She jumped, quickly getting into the position he wanted her in, knowing how obscenely it must look from behind, her ass thrust up, the spread of her legs allowing her cheeks to relax, sure her anus was completely exposed. She was afraid of what he might do tonight, hearing them talk of her asshole, of sodomizing her, fearful of the pain as something as large as his cock would be if shoved into her tiny anus. She arched up higher, exposing herself more to him, her legs widely spaced, the cool air of the room on her exposed sex. She looked back between her legs, seeing him on the chair, his eyes glued to her sex, his hand stroking his already hardening cock. No, she thought of him fucking her again.

The General stood up, his cock jutting out in front of him, the sight of her tiny asshole making him instantly hard. "Take off your skirt and then on the bed Angela. It's time to fuck." He watched as she let the skirt fall to the floor, stepping out of it, naked for his pleasure. She was so beautiful, her naked breasts standing out so firm, her nipples still hard. Her hips nestled the sweetest pussy he had ever seen, a touch of a bush highlighting it. He picked up a rope, moving towards the bed. "I'm going to tie your wrists to make sure you are in my bed all night.

I often wake up with a hard-on that your lovely body will satisfy. On your back, hands over your head." He watched as she stretched out her naked body on the bed, fighting the urge to jump between her legs and shaft her with his hard cock.

She shivered in fear as she pulled her arms over her head, holding her wrists together as he moved towards her with the cruel rope in his hand. His cock was almost in her face again as he bent over her, tying the rough rope around her wrists three times before pulling the end of the rope through the headboard, pulling it tight until her wrists were drawn tightly back. She yanked on them, no play at all in the rope; her arms were bound tightly, unable to escape.

She feared him now, completely defenseless, knowing that he would soon be driving his hard cock into her young body again and she was powerless to stop him.

The General let his hands run down her body, over her heaving breasts, forcing her to spread her legs so he could draw two fingers up and down her slit, making her wet. "Get your pussy wet for me Angela or it's going to hurt when I fuck you." He plunged two fingers into her vagina, her ass rising up from the bed in pain, her legs spreading wide, hoping to relieve some of the pain of the brutal finger fucking. "Make your pussy crème for me Angela."

She just couldn't get wet, no matter how much he fingered her. She shook her head back and forth as he continued to plunge in and out of her dry vagina.

"If you wouldn't get wet, at least make my cock hard. Raise up your ass from the bed and keep your legs spread." His voice was demanding, his hands helping her get into the position he required.

Angela didn't know what he was going to do, letting him move her body any way he wanted, afraid of him, bound and helpless. He spread her legs wider, making her lower body rise up from the bed,her sex now grossly exposed and the highest point of her body. She knew her pussy was exposed, afraid of what he would do to it.

He lightly tapped her inner thighs, slapping at the tender skin, seeing it turn red instantly. Each time he slapped, she was forced to spread her legs wider and wider. Finally he had her where he wanted her. He let his hand raise back and then swing forward, a loud resounding slapping of flesh ringing out in the room as his powerful palm of his hand slapped harshly against her spread pussy.

"GGGGOOODD, EEEEHH," she screamed in pain, the sudden rush of shooting pain hitting her brain as she suddenly realized what he had done. He had spanked her pussy, his hand slapping so hard she thought she was being pushed out of the bed.

She saw him swing his hand back again. She shouted, "No! No! Not again, not there!" The sharp pain returned again, her delicate inner pussy lips receiving the brunt of the slap. She was afraid of him, keeping her body in the spread position, her pussy defenseless against his spanking.

The General slapped her three more times before stopping, her sex now red, his cock now jutting out, rock hard, ready for another fuck. "On your hands and knees Angela. My cock wants your sweet pussy wrapped around it."

Angela turned over onto her hands and knees, ashamed at how exposed she was, humiliated at being placed in the doggy position. His hands moved her body around, positioning it for her debasement.

The General let his hands slid between her thighs, pushing out on the tender flesh, shuffling her knees to spread out farther and farther until he was pleased with the way her sex and asshole began to spread open. "Good girl, I like your legs wide open like that, ready for a good fuck." He placed his hands under her abdomen, drawing her body up into the air, arching her butt for his pleasure. "Get your ass into the air," he ordered her. He pushed her hips side to side. "Wag your little tail doggy," laughing as he teased her, seeing her face turn red in shame. "That's good, that's the way little girls should be. On their hands and knees, their plump little ass up in the air, their legs spread wide, ready for a good fucking..."

Here's the latest erotic ebook from best selling author Powerone. It's called County Jail and is a very strong story. Full of fucking.

This is the synopsis:

Three college girls are each caught in the small Southern town for a minor traffic infraction, unaware of their dire circumstances until they are brought to the County Jail. The Sheriff, Judge, even the distinguished citizens all conspire to sexually enslave the girls, taking their young bodies in the most perverted manner. Each girl, different in their own way, tries to cope with the circumstances of their capture and enslavement. Heather, the college cheerleader refuses the advances of the men. The men inflict their perversions on her body by force, enjoying her cries and torment as they brutally rape, and subject her body to the most horrendous pain, enjoying their lust on her pain-racked body. Jessica surrenders to the men, in hopes that cooperation would temper their lust. Instead, the men are driven to push her limits, submitting her young body to greater perversions. Each time Jessica hoped it would be the last. She is surprised each time and appalled at the lengths and depths of the men's depravity. And Emily, the shy, honor student. The beautiful sweet girl, that blushes at a dirty joke. The men enjoy each time humiliating her, forcing her to perform for them, her shame having no bounds. She is forced to commit the most perverse acts on the men, their laughing and taunting degrading her as she resigns reluctantly to their sexual perversions. Read how their young bodies are speared by thick cocks. How they are forced to suck cocks, many forced brutally down their throats, their pussies fucked repeatedly as they are tossed about on the bed in lust, none of their orifices spared as they endure the ultimate perversion, sodomized by the men. See how they cope as they are driven deeper and deeper into the depths of Hell in a place called the County Jail.

Here's an excerpt:

The girls looked up when the outer cell door opened. Heather more than the others, fearing another rape by the Deputy. This time it was the Sheriff who entered, his pot belly hung over his gun belt, his slightly receding hairline reflected his fifty years of bodily neglect. He walked over to Emily's cell, the key clanged in the lock before the door creaked open ominously.

Emily was afraid, she had seen what the Deputy had done to Heather, and feared the Sheriff would submit her to the same. He had already taken such liberties with her body, much more than any male had ever done before. She hung her head down, in hopes that if she couldn't see him he would go away.

"Stand up," the Sheriff's voice booming in the cramped cell. The girl on the cot was small, not more than five feet, two inches, small breasts hidden by the baggy sweater she was wearing, with mousey brown hair that hung down to her shoulders. She stood up, the Sheriff able to check her out better. She refused to look at him, as she stared at her feet. He moved closer, his hand hooked under her chin to raise her face up. Her eyes stared back at him finally. She was prettier than he thought, though the lack of make up failed to enhance the beauty she had. He twisted her around, checking out her ass again. "You gonna be a good girl?" He grabbed her arm, his fingers dug into her flesh, seeing her cringe in pain.

"Yes Sir," she shot back in quickly, her voice so meek. "Please, you're hurting me," she begged.

"You do what you're told and you wouldn't get hurt. You disobey and you'll regret it. Now move." He shoved her out the cell.

She was led out of the block of cells, the door closed behind her as she walked down a hall. The Sheriff opened up the door to a room and she heard voices inside. She peered in, four faces looked at her, the Sheriff suddenly pushed her inside. They were all older men, two of them dressed in suits and ties, the other two in jeans.

"This is Emily. She is one of lawbreakers that thought she could flounce our laws. And to make it worse, she doesn't have the means to pay her bail. I thought she might be able to persuade our local townsfolk to forgive some of her bail." He smiled at her slyly. "Emily, this is our Bank President, our General Store owner, and two of our prominent local farmers." All the men looked at the girl trembling before them, all had a hard on that she would have to take care of before she was allowed to go back to her cell.

Emily was afraid of what the men were going to do to her. The five men looked at her as a pack of lions about to devour his prey. . Would they rape her like the Deputy did to Heather? She had never seen a penis before she saw the Deputy's. She was unable to take her eyes off of him as he shoved it in and out of Heather, ashamed at herself for being such a voyeur. She wasn't a virgin, but not because she was with a boy. She had accidentally busted her hymen with a large cucumber while masturbating. It was one of the advantages of growing up on a farm; there was a wide selection of fake dildo's growing on the vines outside. When the Deputy started raping Heather, she was amazed by his penis, watching it grow as he stroked it and then brutally shoved it inside Heather. Emily was enthralled by her screams as he fucked her and finally came inside her, his seed running down her thighs when he got off of her.

The Sheriff pushed Emily to the center of the room, the men got up and gathered around her. The Sheriff let his hand slide down to the front of his pants. Emily's eyes followed as he casually stroked his cock, and it bulged out his pants, eager to get out. "Kneel down," the Sheriff commanded as he pushed down on her shoulders. He didn't give her time to respond, his strength overpowered her slight frame.

They started to press close to Emily, five grown men, all with lust in their eyes. What were they going to do to her? The Sheriff openly stroked his penis through his pants. Emily was ashamed that she was still watching him. What was wrong with her? She heard his order, his hands pushed hard on her shoulders until she almost collapsed onto the floor onto her knees. She could feel the men push in closer until she felt the unmistakable presence of hard penis's rubbing against her. She was trapped on all sides by the men with hard organs. No, they couldn't expect her to do such a thing. Maybe they would just make her stroke their penis. She could never take one of their filthy organs in her mouth. It was unthinkable. Their hips became more urgent, as they rubbed their organs against her face. Emily was thankful that they were dressed, even though the material of the pants was rough on the sensitive skin of her face.

The men began to undress as they let their pants slip down their legs, their cocks strained their shorts. They pushed in closer to the young girl that trembled on the floor between them, each pushed their way to get closer to her face. They began to hump her face, rub up and down with their cocks, as their cocks jerked in pleasure.

They took off their pants in front of her. Emily hung her head in shame, closed her eyes and refused to accept the situation until she felt them. Five, hard penis's slid along her face. It was only their thin shorts that protected her from touching their naked flesh. Each pushed to get closer to her, Emily moving her head to escape one, but into the clutches of another as they pinned her between them. The smell was terrible, five filthy organs rubbed her face, their hips drove it up and down her skin, the organs jerked in pleasure beneath their shorts.

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This is the latest extreme bdsm ebook from the best selling author Powerone, available from Adult eBook Shop...

The victims of war are frequently women; the atrocities include rape and torture. The sexual violence is perpetrated not only against enemy troops but also against civilians. "To the victors go the spoils of war," and women were included as the spoils of war.

War Victims chronicles three separate stories of violence against women during war. Only Powerone could tell these tales of bondage, rape, humiliation and torture in such vivid detail that they demand. The cover art is by Tulia.

Nurses in Distress tells of five nurses on the island of Sicily during World War II. The German soldiers desperate in their losing battle, capture five nurses from an Army hospital, taking them up into the hills. There they are raped and abused, forced to commit the most perverse acts, tortured to satisfy the jaded lust of their captors.

Forced Pleasure Slaves is set in the mythical Second Civil War of 2010 forced on by the economic crisis of 2007. A volunteer army roams the land, raping and pillaging the towns wasted by the war. In a quiet valley in Nashville, Michael's Marauders take the large mansion for their headquarters; the mother and her nineteen-year-old daughter forced to sexually service the officers in order to spare the two fifteen-year-old twins from a similar fate. The Officers do everything to degrade them, forcing them into sexual competition to please their captors. Yet nothing can satisfy the men; each act more degrading than the last, until finally only the women's cries of pain can bring their captors pleasure.

Tortured Tourist find five young, American women in Kuwait unable to escape when the Iraqi army invades the country. The Iraqis take out their hatred of the Americans, showing no mercy, raping, whipping, public floggings and electrical torture, all meant to inflict the most horrific pain and humiliation on the helpless women. The women are forced to pay the price of decades of hatred.

Here's an excerpt from the book:

Michael waited patiently, Erin’s body wracked with pain, but she kept his cock from her asshole, the thick head just barely nudging the tight, little, knotted muscle.  He was patient.

"AAAAHHH," the belt moving lower again, this time Max slicing it along the tender skin of her inner thigh, the thick thud landing so close to the vee of her legs, so close to her pussy that she could feel the air rushing by from the belt.  It felt as if she was hit with a bolt of lightning, shooting pain in the spot that it struck, the skin heated from the lash.  She couldn’t stop her body from moving back, her tight anal ring refusing to expand, shoved painfully inside her by the thickness of his cock.  She pulled away, but the belt swung again, this time catching the opposite inner thigh with its painful lash, Erin’s body wracked by the intense pain.  She couldn’t stop the contractions of her buttocks; her hips shoved back, her sphincter slowly forced open by the greased cockhead.  It pulled out, the pressure relaxing for a second, Erin pushing out as if she were having a bowel movement, feeling the rubbery head stretching her anal ring.  The belt lashed her again, this time hitting the tender skin where her legs met her torso, lashing so close to her pussy.  She shoved back, trying to relax her sphincter, feeling like he was trying to shove a baseball bat up her backside.

The contractions of her asshole were so enjoyable, her buttocks crushing the head of his cock, the gentle contractions feeling like hundreds of fingers caressing his cock.  She was shoving back now, feeling her asshole straining to open, Michael waiting patiently for her to accommodate his cock.

She felt the head of his cock begin to slip into her asshole, her anal ring slowly stretching wider.  She moved her hips, actually trying to help him stick his cock up her ass.  "AAAGGHH," Max whipping her up high again, across her mound to attack the top of her bush.  Erin felt the gradual insertion of his cock reaching deeper, her sphincter forced aside by the brute strength of his cock, the head of his cock reaching higher into her rectum.  The belt lashed her again, Erin forced back onto the cock, another millimeter of cockhead forced into her asshole.  She felt a strange rush in her asshole, a sudden easing of pressure, the slippery head of his cock popping through the tight ring, filling her rectum with the massive head, her anal ring stretched tightly around the mushroom head.  It felt like a lump inside her, stretching her from within.  Her body shook in humiliation, her asshole gripping the head of his cock almost lovingly.  "Don’t do this to me," she begged, but the belt lashed across her mound, this time biting into one of her soft, puffy lips, yanking it back, exposing her inner lips.  She screamed in pain, but her pussy began to grow soaked in her juices.

Michael couldn’t believe how tight she was, feeling like the head of his cock was crushed in a vise, her sphincter clenching and unclenching with such delightful regularity.  He was in, pushing with his hips, wanting to feel more of her hot tightness.

Her ass ring went into spasms, clamping down on the head of Michael’s cock as she felt the thick head slowly push into her asshole, stretching and tearing her passage. She pushed back, helping him ass fuck her, the only thing she could do, wanting more of the fullness that only his cock would bring.  It felt like a giant snake moving inside her. Her body was covered in sweat, burning the welts that had marred her white flesh.  The whipping had stopped, but she barely noticed.  All her attention was drawn to the cock that was slowly sliding inside her, threatening to split her open.

It felt like hot wax inside her, growing thicker and hotter as it moved.  She gulped loudly as if she were swallowing it.  She could taste blood as she bit her lip, the nerves in her rectum more sensitive than her pussy, the muscles distending as the thick cock impaled her.  She held her breath when he stopped.  Was it all the way inside me?  She couldn’t feel his pubic hairs pushing against her butt cheeks.

He had stopped, Erin’s body frozen.  Then she felt it.  Michael was pulling his prick from her asshole, a new sensation as if he were dragging her insides out with it.  The nerve endings in her asshole came alive; feeling like ten inches of cock was pulling from her ass. Her anal ring stretched as the thick helmet of his cock tried to pull free.  "NNNNNOOO!"  He pushed back in, her ass arched back, pushing on her sphincter muscles to accommodate his cock, feeling the fullness in her guts as he filled her intestine with the hard flesh of his cock.  He kept going, deeper than last time, her breathing ragged as she felt the sharp pains in her stomach.  Her stomach felt like she ate a big meal, the thick cock burrowing deeper into her bowels until she thought it would come out her mouth. Her lips were dry, her face covered in sweat as she tried to comprehend the powerful suction in her asshole.  She felt weird sensations in her ass lining, the muscles rippling uncontrollably up and down his shaft.

"No more!"  She didn’t think she could stand it again, his cock pulling back out, her guts trying to follow it out.  She never felt so humiliated, ass fucked and she found herself clenching onto his raping cock.  The suction in her asshole was driving her crazy, pulling on her guts until she felt her anal ring stretched to the breaking point.

This ebook Mexican Rebels Sex Slaves - Vol 1 Illustrated by Powerone is a brilliant ebook now on sale at Adult eBook Shop.

No.1 best selling author Powerone commissioned famous artist Aries to provide 20 fine illustrations of scenes from this hardcore bdsm story. They really are individual works of art in the same style as the cover.

This is the first volume of this story. Containing Chapters 1 to 4 of the whole volume, This is a truly cracking BDSM story and the illustrations are worthy collectors items. Christy and her lovely, 18 year old, virginal daughter Angela are on a jeep ride into the Mexican jungle. They don't know they will fall prey to evil, sex-driven rebels who will stop at nothing to turn the women into whores that will serve their every demand. Then, after being lost in the jungle for over three hours the women's delight at being found by the rebels turns to pure horror as they are abused, tortured and punished until they comply- not just with the General and his Sergeant, but all the others in the team. A truly great read with a fantastic plot and jam-packed with some very hard BDSM and sex action.

Highly recommended but be warned, it's strong stuff!

Here's an excerpt from the start of the story before the serious sex action begins:

He pressed his body up against Christy, firmly against her ass, using his hard cock to assure she fully understood her position and what she would have to do. He reached around her, sliding his hands down to her stomach before moving up cup her breasts from beneath as she hearing her groan, he murmured, "such lovely tits, Christy," fingers digging into them, squeezing the flesh harshly. He found her nipples with his fingertips, pinching them until she jerked in pain. "You have sensitive nipples, Christy. You can't even take a little pinch on them."

She kept quiet as he felt her up, his cock rubbing up and down her ass, humping her like a stray dog. No, please, no. His hands moving down to grip her between her legs, luckily her heavy jeans protected her sex from his groping hands pushing her back onto his cock, goosing her with his hand each time she humped back on his cock. She felt relief when he pulled away from her, relieved that he was finished. She would tell the General, he would make sure that he was punished for molesting her.

"Hands behind your back," pulling her arms back, seeing the surprised look on her face as he clamped her wrists into the shiny, metal cuffs before she could even protest. "Just to keep you still." He pulled a black cloth sack over her face, making sure that her nose and mouth matched up with the holes in it, before tightening the string around her neck, effectively blinding her. "We don't want you to see where we are taking you. Now just stand there and be a good girl, we will leave in a few minutes."

She tried to pull on the cuffs, the metal binds unyielding. She stood in darkness, hearing muffled sounds of talking, unable to hear what was being said.

The rebel went over to Angela. "Turn around, Angela. Now I want you to be real quiet and don't say a word or your mother is going to get hurt. Can you be a good girl and obey?" seeing the fright in her eyes.

"What are you going to do?" She trembled, but remembered the pistol in his holster.

"I'm going to have to frisk you for any weapons." His cock throbbed in his pants at the thought of touching such a beautiful, young, American girl.

"I don't have anything, promise," she begged, but she saw in his eyes he would not take no for an answer.

"Now you have to be quiet, I don't want your mother to hear anything. Can you do that, Angela?"

"Yes, sir," afraid of what was going to happen.

"Now keep your hands at your side." The other rebels moved closer, wanting to catch a glimpse of this pretty girl. His hands slid across her naked stomach, feeling her flinch. "Such silky skin," he whispered to her, his hands sliding up under her tee shirt, seeing her fists clench at her side, knowing that she was unhappily enduring this. He pulled her tee shirt up, uncovering her bra, her young breasts pushed up high, a generous amount of cleavage showing at the top of her bra. "Hold this up for me," he whispered to her again, seeing her hesitate then move up and grip the tee shirt, holding it out of the way, her bra uncovered, the four rebels gazing as the cleavage of her tanned globes.

"What are you doing?" She protested as his hands moved to her bra, gripping her young pert breasts in his grubby hands, squeezing them, her face and chest turning red in embarrassment as the others watched her slowly being fondled. She could smell his stale breath, his eyes staring at hers as he grabbed her bra-encased breasts harshly.

The rebel was too eager, unwilling to wait long enough to get back to the village. His hands slid under her bra, pulling it up harshly, her tender breasts squeezed tight before the bra slipped free, her breasts now naked for all of the men to see.

His hands gripped her breasts as she struggled to keep the position, helping him by pulling her tee shirt out of the way, giving all of them a good look at her naked breasts. All she could think of was the terror of the pistol pressed against her forehead and the sound of the hammer being pulled back. His fingers were harsh, pinching and squeezing her flesh, finally gripping her nipples too hard, stretching them out before finally leaving them alone again. She looked down, her breasts already red from the abuse.

"Put your tits back in your bra, wouldn't want your mother to see," he whispered in her ear. She struggled, trying to stuff her breasts back in without unsnapping her bra, wanting to end the humiliation quickly. "No, please, no," she cried quietly when she felt his hands fumbling with the front of her shorts, fingers unsnapping the top, the zipper sliding down sounding so loud. She almost stumbled backwards as he gripped the top of her shorts and yanked them down, hearing the material stain and tear as her shorts and panties were yanked down below her crotch, her pussy and ass completely exposed...

This ebook Freedom Is Slavery by Louis Friend is a brilliant new book on sale at Adult eBook Shop.

An illustrated compilation of short stories described by the author Louis Friend as "I suppose it's really more of a fantasy/biography. There are true stories mixed with fantasies mixed with complete fiction (such as the robot story in there)."

1st Review:
"This is one of the edgiest books of erotica (okay, pornography) I've ever had the pleasure of reading. It delves into a cornucopia of fetishes; from crossdressing to anal play to roleplaying. There's also a few strict BDSM stories that are sure to amuse. Sometimes a turn on, sometimes disgusting, this book really pushes the envelope. Kudos!"

2nd Review:
For those of you who are into the BDSM world this book takes you on a journey inside one submissive's mind with a multitude of short stories designed to stimulate and titalate your psyche. This book is fabulous for bedtime reading or to give you new fantasies to explore in your own fetish world. I recommend it for both the submissive and the dominant as both would benefit by peeking into Louis's imagination giving your mind vignettes to appease the both the voyeur and exhibitionist in you. A definite for any fetish library.

3rd Review:
Freedom is Slavery is an absolutely wonderful book. I just got my copy and it is not only very well written but portrays how the Dominate/submissive lifestyle really is. I highly recommend this book to anyone who wishes to explore their secret desires. The author takes you on many erotic trips that will no doubt trigger the desire in your own mind, and make you want to experience his experiences first hand.

Here's a (fairly tame) excerpt:

She looked up at me, into my eyes, and I could see that she was still nervous.

I put my hand on her cheek and said, "If you want to not do this, I'll understand. This isn't a ‘make or break' for me. I like doing anything and everything with you."

She stood up, putting her arms over my shoulders, and kissed me deeply. "This is something I have to do. I want to see if I can still do it and I trust that you'll go slow and will stop if I can't handle it."

"You have my word," I said before she turned around and got on all fours at the edge of the bed. One of my greatest fears is going into the "wrong hole" when I'm entering a woman so it was interesting to take aim and try to get into this orifice on purpose after so many years. I slid my finger in, first, judging just how much pressure I had to use to open her anus. She moaned and lowered her front half so that her weight went to her shoulders.

I pushed deeper with my finger, sliding in slowly before pulling out. I wasn't sure how long she was going to allow me access to her ass before she started to feel too self-conscious so I replaced my finger with my cock, aimed at her anus. Using the same amount of pressure, I pushed into her, opening her wider over the head of my cock. She moaned again, breathier this time. I waited, allowing her to get used to the sensation. Wordlessly, she nodded and I continued; moving deeper inside of her.

It was so unusual, being inside of her bottom. I thought back to the last time that I had done such a thing and that was a mistake. The last time I had anal sex, I had started to worry that I was taking too long to cum, and that going too long would hurt my partner. This planted the seed in my head that the same thing was going to happen again. However, looking down at her, I realized that she would have the courtesy to tell me if she needed or wanted me to stop and that I could fuck her for as long as I needed without having to worry. This put new steam in my stroke as I began doing more than just slowly moving in and out of her and, rather, began to fuck her.

"Oh, yes," she said into the comforter. Seeing the look of pleasure on her face and feeling her ass tightening around my cock. I put my hands around her waist and began pulling her against me as I pushed into her. I could feel the vibration as she fingered her pussy beneath me, her hand between her legs as I fucked her harder. Unbelievably, she started to cum again and as she reached her orgasm the pressure on my cock triggered my own orgasm. I threw myself into her, over and over again as I exploded inside of her ass.

I just found this short clip of some girl with a Bam (The page has now been removed - not surprisingly!) Complete with squelching sounds as she fucks herself!

Here's the story of Victoria and the Bam Dildo as told by her boyfriend Jamie. He sure is a lucky guy! This is the flip-side of Bam Dildo Review - Victoria Has Been Fucked! which was by Victoria. Both are well worth a read.

Hi, My name is Jamie and I am the very lucky bastard who is lucky enough to be married to the gorgeous Victoria, its a hard job but someone has to do it. I thought I would write and tell you about the most amazing valentines night we had with the help of a rather large black dildo from bionictonic.

We had booked in to a rather nice hotel, we have been working our arses off a felt we needed to break, some well earned us time.

After the meal and far to many glasses of champagne we made our way back to the room, I knew under that rather sexy black dress she had on stockings and the most sexy new underwear, just waiting to be ripped off, she had been teasing me all night.

As soon as we were back in the room I had to have her and pushed her over on all fours over the large armchair, pushing her skirt up over her backside and pushing her knickers to one side I felt straight away the warmth and wetness coming from her pussy. I pushed a finger in, then a couple more, she was so wet I knew she would be begging for a good stretching. I got our new Bam dildo out, leaving her fingering herself hard and getting really desperate for a hard seeing to. As soon as I pressed the hard dildo to her lips she was squirming, wanting it deep inside her, slowly I stretched her open and it was in her deep, not satisfied with this she begged to be fucked hard and who am I to let the poor girl down. I rammed that large Bam dildo right up her as hard as she could take it, before long she was screaming and begging for it harder, then she came long and hard, god knows what the people in the next room thought!!

Afterwards still wanting more and with the rather clever suction on the bottom of the dildo she attached it to the bathroom floor tiles, now dressed just in her stockings and heels she gave herself another seeing to for my viewing pleasure, seeing her lowering her self onto it, seeing her lips part and it going in and out of her, I was so hard and gagging for some of the action, so while she was still sat on it I shoved my cock in her mouth and got her to suck me off, what a valentines treat, the most beautiful horny woman, sexily dressed on a huge dildo with my cock juice dribbling down her lips.

Any way, you can buy the Bam Dildo here.

This old ebook thing is getting ever more popular and so I thought I'd grab a 'feed' off Adult eBook Shop so that you can see the Top Twenty Erotic Best Sellers in the last thirty days.

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The latest is from best selling author Jack Allen and is called South Carolina For The Summer.

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Here's a short excerpt:

"Do you like fucking her?"

He suddenly stopped eating and stared at her with a blank face, but only for a moment.

"Absolutely," he smiled. "I like fucking beautiful women."

"Like me?"

Pam noticed a slight twitch in his trousers. She parted her thighs, letting him see up her skirt to her panties. Her crotch was wet. She breathed in deep and strained her breasts against her blouse.

Eric looked around to see if anyone was watching, and shifted in the chair and she saw the outline of the entire length of his cock down the leg of his pants. Licking her lips, Pam reached out to touch it, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Let's go upstairs," he said.

Pam nodded.

They quickly ran upstairs and locked themselves in her bedroom, her back against the door. She panted heavily as he unbuttoned her blouse and reached down to his crotch. She was aroused by the thought of making it with the man who had just fucked her mother. Knowing their relationship had just begun made him that much more desirable.

"I want you to fuck me," Pam whispered bravely, rubbing his cock in his pants.

He laughed, massaging her tits.

"Get down on your knees," he told her.

She kneeled before him, eagerly watching his hands unzip his pants. She licked her lips as he tugged the long shaft out of his pants and held it in front of her. She lifted it to her mouth and slipped her lips over the head. His prick was massive, quite a bit bigger than she expected...

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This ebook Good Girl Bad Girl is six short stories. Very sexy and well worth a read.

Jack Allen has a refreshing style and tells it just how it is. Guys like fucking girls and girls like getting fucked. Especially if the guy has a big fat penis!

A Christmas Gift For Pam is the first story in this collection about Pam McCullen. She is excited to be going to her Grandmother’s for Christmas. This will be the first time she has seen her cousin Todd since he took her virginity the summer before.

In Aunt Shannon’s House, Shannon has invited her older sister’s son Jason and daughter Katie to stay with her in Florida for a week during summer break. What she doesn’t know is that Katie and Jason are having an illicit love affair. When she spies on them having sex in the guest bedroom, Shannon can’t wait to be a part of their secret lovemaking.



In Madame Kon’s Daughter, a mysterious traveler has searched a thousand miles to find Madame Kon, and when he finally meets her, he falls in love with her beautiful, exotic daughter, Hashma. It’s Hashma, though, who has to make an important choice, and the man she chooses will be the one to take her virginity.



In Sweet Sixteen, Pam McCullen goes to a party with her friend. The guys at the party discover that it’s her sixteenth birthday, and they take turns giving her a special gift.

Trial By Sperm is the story about Dan, a trial lawyer staying up late to prepare for court in the morning. He gets a visit in his den from Faruza, the exotic young exchange student staying with him, his wife and their three sons. She has come to ask his advice, the kind of advice that only a horny trial lawyer can give.



In One and One Make Three, Ethan McCullen introduces his friend to his sister Pam. He has had a crush on her for a long time, and she finally invited him to her room. Ethan gets bored, and when he goes to check on them, his sister invites him to join them.

Here's an excerpt:

Pam broke away, panting. "Make love to me, Todd, please. I want to feel you inside me."

He kissed her again. His knee pushed between her thighs and pressed against her warm mound. Pam groaned. Her knees became weak, but he held her up, his lips still pressed to hers. He leaned back against the pool table and Pam leaned against him, pressing her body against his. Their lips smacked as they kissed. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and her nipples tingled. She spread her legs slightly and the hardness in his pants pressed against her warm mound.

Pam moaned and looked up at him. She saw the deep, passionate desire in his eyes.

"Do you really want to make love?" Todd said, his warm breath blowing over her face.

"Yes."

He turned her around and leaned her back against a mahogany bar, with bottles of liquor and glasses. He pulled his zipper down, took her hand and put it down the front of his jeans. Her fingers touched his penis, and were burned by its heat.

"Oh God," Pam said, staring at him with wide eyes as she let her fingers close around his bare penis. "It feels so hot." It was bigger than she remembered. She squeezed it and rubbed it in her small hand. He lowered his face and kissed her again.

Todd began to unbutton her blouse. Her eyes softened and her cheeks blushed as he pulled the sheer material away from her body. She shrugged and the blouse fell from her shoulders, revealing her round, plump breasts, held back by her tight bra. She unhooked the front and bared her breasts, shrugging her shoulders seductively to let them jiggle.

He unfastened her slacks. They slid down over her flat stomach and smooth ass, revealing her panties. His hands slipped under the loose cups of the bra and closed on her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Pam moaned, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Put your arms around my neck and spread your legs," he said. Pam spread her thighs. He moved between her legs and ran his hands up her thighs to her cunt. Her cunt lips glistened. Slowly, he slipped a long finger in and she moaned softly.

"Fuck me," she said, her eyes closed. "For God's sake, Todd, fuck me." She hooked her legs around the back of his legs. She watched him bring his hard cock to her cunt, feeling the soft caresses of the hair on his hips on the insides of her smooth thighs. He guided the head of his cock to the tiny slit of her cunt, and the head sank into her. She held him there and wrapped her legs around his hips.

He pushed himself forward. A sudden pain shot through her body. She pressed her face into his shoulder and squealed. She forgot how much it hurt when he pushed his big thing in her.

"Do want to stop?" he said.

Pam shook her head. "No. Push it in a little more," she whispered. The head of his cock sunk deeper and her hips rose from the surface of the bar. She squeezed her arms tight around his neck, moaning. The stretching was almost unbearable. The head poked way up inside her body.

She had only done this with a few other guys since her first time with Todd. None of them had penises nearly as big as Todd's. She wanted to do it with Ethan, to feel him between her thighs, spreading her pussy open. His penis was even bigger. If her pussy hurt this much stretching open for Todd, how much would it hurt if she tried to fit Ethan's in there?

Todd stopped pushing and was still. His thick, hard penis was deep inside her. The pain of the stretching faded. Pam lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up to his face. He was smiling down at her. She smiled back. Her eyes became blurry. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. He licked the tear, then kissed her lips.

His hips moved back, drawing his penis out an inch or two, then pushed toward her. Pam groaned and laid her cheek on his shoulder. He pulled back his hips and pushed them forward again. Her cunt was slippery with her wetness, but still tight around him. His penis moved in and out slowly.

Pam heard a soft creak and opened her eyes. Ethan stood at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes transfixed. She stared back, holding her breath. Todd hadn't noticed; his hips worked slowly back and forth and his lips sucked the side of her neck.

Ethan said nothing, only stood still, watching. Pam let out her breath. Todd was moving his hips faster and she gasped each time the head of his penis touched way up inside her womb.

She wanted to ask Ethan to stay, to put his penis inside her when Todd was finished. She could see the bulge of it stretching the front of his jeans. It was enormous. She panted harder.

But he didn't stay. Slowly, he turned and went back up the stairs. Pam watched where he stood for a long time, wondering why she felt so guilty. Was it because she had aroused him, but had not satisfied him? She grinned at that thought. She had aroused him.

"Cum inside me, Todd," she whispered. Her soft lips brushed the lobe of his ear.

This ebook Grant's Big Day Part 1 is part one of a story of a young guy with a twelve inch penis.

At the start of the book he is inexperienced but eager to learn. News of his huge cock spreads around the neighbourhood and everyone wants a piece of the action. There's everything here from fucking his friend's mum, his friend's gay older brother wants some action and even incest with his mother.

Everyone loves a big fat penis (so it seems) and you'll love this book. It's fast paced and funny. A very good read.

Here's an excerpt:

He followed Mrs. Stills into her bedroom. She closed the door and sat on the bed with her legs crossed.

"Ok, go ahead. You can show it to me now," she said.

Her eyes were staring at the front of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt, and his hands were shaking. His jeans fell to his ankles and he pushed his shorts down. His dick stood straight out. Her eyes grew wide.

"My goodness, Grant. That's a very large penis you have. How long did you say it is?"

"I don't know. I never measured it."

"Come over here so I can get a closer look."

She uncrossed her legs. He waddled toward her. She grabbed his dick and pulled him even closer, between her spread legs.

"It must be a foot long, at least," she said in a soft, low voice. Her fingers caressed the shaft and reached under to rub his balls.

Grant closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow. Her touch was so delicate, so soothing. When she spoke, her mouth was barely an inch from his dick and he could feel the warmth of her breath.

"Did I make it hard like this?"

"Yeah," he said, but could barely choke out the word.

"It must get very uncomfortable for you. What can I do to make it better?"

His chest was tight. He could hardly breathe.

"You can kiss it," he said.

"You want me to kiss it?" She was looking up at him with wide, blinking eyes. She held the shaft of his dick against her cheek with both hands.

Grant just nodded. He couldn't make words come out any more.

"How about right here on the tip? How about if I kiss the tip?"

Her soft lips touched the tip of his dick with a smack and he groaned. He locked his knees to keep them from giving out. She kissed it again.

"I hope that's better. But it's still very, very hard. Maybe I should kiss it some more."

Grant swallowed hard and grunted "Ok," but she had already smothered the head in a big, wet kiss. Her lips moved down the side of the shaft, and her warm breath made his pubic hairs tingle.

"You taste delicious," she said. Her voice was muffled by his dick.

"Thanks," was all he could think to say. What else was he supposed to say to a woman who said she liked the taste of his dick?

Her lips parted wide around the head of his dick, then it was going into her mouth. Grant groaned. He couldn't believe it was really happening. Her mouth was warm and moist. His knees started to give out he put his hands on her shoulders to hold himself up.

She had one hand on his thigh and one hand around his shaft, and her head moved back and forth. Her mouth made slurping noises and she was dripping drool all over the place. With a gasp, she yanked his dick out and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Goodness, that's a lot of cock," she said. A string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to the head of his dick. "I'm having trouble getting more of it in my mouth. I want you to push it in with your hips, ok?"

"Ok," he said, but he wasn't sure what she meant.

She stared at it like she was concentrating really hard and pumped it with both hands in a tight grip. When she was ready, she opened her mouth wide and jammed his dick in to the back of her mouth, where it made her gag. His first reaction was to jerk away, but she held him in place with her hands around his legs, and pulled him toward her. He had no choice but to push his dick deeper into her mouth with his hips. A couple more inches of the shaft slid between her lips, which only made her gag more. She held him there, bobbing her head back and forth. The feeling was so good it made his toes curl in his shoes.

Finally she pushed him away. His dick flopped out of her mouth, and with it a glob of saliva that landed on the carpet by his foot. She coughed furiously and wiped at the tears from her eyes. When she recovered, she looked up at him and grinned.

"How was that?" she said. She put her hand around his slimy shaft and pumped slowly...

Oooh err!

My friends over at Bionic Tonic have got back in touch with Victoria. She's a real live sex pot! She originally got in touch with them a couple of years ago and said she would like to test their sex toys, so they sent her one and she wrote a review. Since then she has written several reviews and I have to say they are the best. She's absolutely sex mad and she loves LARGE COCK!

You can see how big the BAM Dildo is. It's absolutely massive. And Victoria is a very small lady! But she can take the lot!

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Victoria is going to take this monster on her Valentines Day weekender... Personally I cannot wait to hear about it.

Every year many guys from England go off to Holland for a weekend break. A stag do or something like it... I am going to assume that you are going to Amsterdam in a group. I have been on my own several times and still fucked hookers but it's generally more fun when there is a bunch of you. It's all about sharing your experiences.

1. When you arrive in Amsterdam, get to your hotel, unpack and then head off to the Red Light Area. Establish a 'Command Centre' in the Red Light Area in a cool bar such as the 'Old Sailor' or the 'De Burgh' or 'Hill Street Blues' or 'Stones Cafe'. That way, you can listen to cool music and take in the atmosphere while preparing yourself for action. Your first hooker is the hardest, many guys never pass this hurdle.

2. Have a few beers. It's called 'Dutch Courage' for a reason... Just remember that a couple of pints stops you blowing your load in ten seconds. Eight pints just stops you blowing your load. Full stop.

3. Go out from the 'Command Centre' singularly or in groups of two. Work individually, we all have different tastes and different agendas, don't be rushed or cajoled. The time to share the experience is after mission accomplished...

4. Take time to find the right girl - many guys make this mistake. For many this is a 'one-off' that will probably never happen again. Choose someone that is at least as good as you have ever pulled and hopefully much better. Spend at least one hour trawling the alley-ways looking... It's a lot of fun just looking!

5. When you approach the girl, be respectful. She's seen thousands of arse holes and hates them. Say hello, tell her she's pretty, ask what's the price and then most importantly, ask what you get for the price. I always ask how many positions you're allowed. If they say only one, move on... Most prostitutes are in it for money but some are in it to satisfy a lust for sex. It's the later that you are looking for. They are the 'Holy Grail'.

If they say 'Two' or 'Three' or even better 'however many you want' then you're onto something.

Normally, you'll be offered a 'Fuck and Suck', which is as good as it sounds.

6. I always ask for 'Doggy Style' position specifically. One, it's a favourite position of mine and since you'll be behind her, it implies a certain amount of trust. If she fucks 'doggy' then it's a big plus sign.

7. Ask specifically if she gets naked. Some think that you want to fuck a girl with her clothes on...

8. Wash. Even hookers find BO and smegma offensive.

9. When you get into the boudoir, compliment her and ask some general questions about her. Avoid references to boyfriends and family.

10. Contrary to popular belief it's NOT scary getting undressed in front of a pretty women that you are going to fuck. It's even easier if your are sporting a seriously hard cock!

11. Never fuck Bare Back. If she does that for you, then she probably does that for every punter. Please note that I have never heard of someone (that I know) catching a dose off a hooker but you cannot be too careful. Funny enough, I have heard of guys that I know catching a dose off ordinary 'girlfriends'...

12. Be prompt with your payment. Once that's over she'll relax and get on with giving you pleasure.

13. Strip off, lay back and think of a gland! She's in control and she will govern the speed of the proceedings. Do NOT try to 'Man Handle' her as she sucks your cock. If she wants to be touched, she'll tell you.

14. There's nothing better than making a hooker orgasm. If you've been lucky with your choice then it is possible this will happen. But don't worry if it does not. You've paid for your orgasm not hers!

15. If the girl has been pleasant and honest, part on good terms. Hookers are human beings too. Don't forget that. In fact, I'd go as far to say that most of the hookers I've met are very decent people indeed.

I would just like to add that there is something very naughty about fucking a girl that you only met minutes ago. If you connect mentally as well as physically then even better. Sex is a fantastic thing whether it's paid for or not. And believe me your cock does not care at all about the circumstances, financial or otherwise!

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Here's a review:

Isabelle Rose has rewoven luscious tales from childhood and brought them scrumptiously into adulthood. I was intrigued and couldn't put the book down. Those that love fairy tales, will be sweating over these reinvented tales. Alice will keep you wondering what has truly been going on in Wonderland all these years since she has left. There's more to it than falling into a rabbit hole. Once you start reading, you'll find yourself plummeting into a world of delicious characters that will make you want to have a loved one near by.
~ Crymsyn R. Hart - Author of Immortal Desires

I've got a copy for my girlfriend and I might well read it too...