I met a girl a few years ago that i can’t take out of my head.We were in our early 20’s and we met at a bar .
She asked me if I wanted to go at her place for a last drink.
After the night cap she invited me to sleep at her house (in reality at her parent house that were gone at their cottage for the weekend) and told me I could sleep in her bed only if she was in it at the same time.
She was not the most beautiful girl , she was the curvy type and I like more the slim type but I decided to accept the invitation for the night.
We had sex for most of the night and I got back home early in the morning.
She reached me later that day to offer me to go hiking at a nearby trail in the afternoon and went for dinner at the end of the day. She was pleasant to talk and somehow I had a
pleasant weekend.
The next weekend I go back to the same bar as the previous weekend and she came to chat with me.Shortly after she invited me to go to her place to talk in a less noisy environment. When we got home we sat on the couch and she kissed me right away and I think when she saw that I was starting to have a hard on she took my penis out to her mouth for a few seconds and stopped to take off all my clothes and took her clothes off and just sat on my penis that just slipped easily down deep inside her while saying I have been waiting all week to have you in me again.
Her pussy was dripping wet and she was passionately going up and down over my penis within minutes I felt her coming hard and she got off my penis without me having an orgasm but she kept me hard alternating slowly and gently with her hand and her mouth on my penis( felt more like a tease ) for a minute or two and she jumped over me again and rode me to a big orgasm. Wow
On my way to the bathroom she tells me to join her in the bed after. While I am washing my friend a bit I hear a buzzing sound nearby through the closed door
Coming into her room , she had an old electric shaver in between her leg using the vibration of this noisy shaver on her clit and I shortly heard the big moan of her orgasm. Within 15-20 minutes it was her 3rd orgasms. With her it was never enough which was very pleasant as she was very generous with me.
After when we got more intimate , I would give her a clit orgasm and than an orgasm by penetration and right after she would masturbate her clit again while I was relaxing for another round.
Eventually we went out together for about 2-3 years.
At her parents place , the house was 1 floor plus the basement , most of the time during the evening we would go down in the basement to watch TV ( sometime her younger sister would join us but not always) while her parents would stay on the 1rst floor living room. At the beginning when her sister did not come down , she would put a blanket over her and ask me to masturbate her under the blanket while her parents were upstairs , I would just gently massage her clit until she quietly had her orgasms. One night her younger sister came downstairs quick , we were surprised as we did not hear her coming and my fingers were already massaging her clit. She gave me a look that met to not stop as she was close from orgasm. I think that her sister had figured out something as she almost came down every night downstairs to watch tv when we were there. Since my girlfriend was very unsatisfied to not get her usual evening orgasms , she eventually explained to her younger sister ( she was maybe 2 years younger ) that she was getting masturbated by me during the evening , that she could come downstairs every time she wanted with us as long as she did not tell the parents.
She could stay there as long as it remained a secret and that she remained quiet.
So I tried to be as discreet as I could masturbating my girlfriend under the blanket while her sister was sitting a few feet from us supposedly watching tv.
When leaving their house often late at night I would use the basement door. One night shortly after I left their house , I noticed that I forgot my wallet on the coffee table downstairs so I drove back to her house going back through the basement door that was not locked to discover my girlfriend sister legs open masturbating.
After talking to my girlfriend about it she let me known that her sister was getting horny watching us on the couch. My girlfriend told her that she would let her sister masturbate quietly under a blanket in the basement if she got too horny watching us.I think that she felt bad for her
I told her that I did not think that she would do it as she would be intimated to do it in my presence but I was wrong about 2 weeks later she came down with her blanket and masturbated for the first time. I guess it runs in the family as after that evening her sister masturbated profusely when she came downstairs and I think that knowing the sisters were masturbating beside each other they got even hornier . Eventually I tried to see if we could try a 3 some but my girlfriend objected strongly.
Only once she took my penis out to show it to her sister that had been bugging her to see it only once.
Shortly after seeing it we saw movements under her blanket and an orgasm face that she tried to hide.

These two sisters were just always horny.

These was never a dull moment with this ex.

I do not know if writing about this experience of my life will help me forget her or it will only make it more present in my mind.

I have just released an all purpose mind controlling cola into the United States' water supply. It will wake the dead. Zombies will rise and devour the living. And cola drunken citizens will maim and kill each other! and it will filmed for my new reality show!

I confess I want to fuck Danielle from American Pickers. Who is your favorite reality show babe? I also want to do the young girl on Flying Alaska. Anyone else want to hit that too?

I fucked my 1st cousin's wife at a wedding in early August, didn't pull out of her and I just found out she's pregnant (5 months later).
Heather was already a bit tipsy when she got to the wedding reception. My cousin was arguing with her that she needed to "chill out," but she wasn't having it. I always thought Heather was a pretty girl, only 23 years old (I'm in my mid 40s), and she was always showing off her cleavage. Heather is slightly chubby, nice and thick and has some massive tits to be proud of and I always wondered what they looked like and how they felt. Well I got to find out.
During the reception, she kept stepping outside to have a cigarette, avoiding her husband since they were arguing. I haven't had a cigarette in years, but followed her outside and asked to bum one off her. It was a primal urge, just to get a nice glance at her sexy tits and have some conversation too.
"Sure, you need a light too?" She asked, looking right into my eyes. I glanced down at her beautiful tits.
"Yeah," I told her, and she lit my cigarette, and as she did she pressed her massive tits into the side of my body.
She giggled, "sorry, I'm a bit tipsy. I didn't mean to offend you by pushing my tits into you."
I blushed, "Oh not a problem at all!" I said laughing.
"Oh really?" she pushed them into me again, this time a bit harder. My cock was twitching, ready to spring into action.
“It’s like I’m in heat,” she whispered drunkenly.
"Yeah, really Heather, I'd never deny you pushing your tits on me!" I laughed.
She grabbed my hand, threw her cigarette down and said, "come with me."
I followed her, looking around to see if anyone else was watching us sneak off. Luckily no one else was outside with us, and it was nice and dark out.
She found her minivan in the parking lot and opened the door, and when she climbed into the back seats, she slid her panties off, revealing a pretty nice trimmed bush.
"I don't know if..."
"Shut the fuck up and get in here," she told me. Heather was drunk, and my morals were out the window.
I did, she pushed me down on the seat, unbuttoned my pants and pulled my hard cock out and started to suck on it. She went all the way down to my balls, making slurping and sucking noises. I could smell her perfume, and alcohol she consumed combined with cigarettes.
I reached under her dress and pulled out one of her massive tits, she had lovely nipples and large pink areolas. I saw her lifting her dress and start fingering her pussy as she sucked on my cock. I pinched one of her nipples softly as she moaned.
She pulled up for air, "damn this is a big dick, I miss big dick."
"It's not that big it's only 6 or 7 inches," I tried to tell her as she got on top of me and shoved my dick inside of her.
She started bucking and I pulled at the top of her dress and pulled her breasts completely out. I put them in my mouth, trying to pay attention to each one - I thought ironically, "this is the way I want to die, big ass titties in my face," as she kept bucking on my cock.
She twitched a little and told me she was coming, and moaned. She kissed my lips, and then started moving up and down on the shaft of my dick with her wet hot cunt.
"Your turn," she said, biting her lip.
And I did cum, I came a lot. I felt her moving faster and faster as her beautiful tits bounced in my face and I grabbed her ass and kissed her lips as my cum shot deep inside her. After I was done nutting in her, she got off, and pulled her panties up, straightened out her dress and hair.
"Oh, that was so fucking hot," she said taking a deep breath, "phew!"
Reality was setting in for me; I just fucked my cousin's wife.
"Um, this never happened ok? Shit."
"Oh don't worry silly, no one will ever know. Get back to the wedding, I'll be inside in a bit."
I put my cock away, zipped up my pants and got out of her van. That was the last time I actually saw her, as we really never get together for family get-togethers.
Now my family isn’t that close, and I really don’t talk to my cousins that much at all so it’s only rare occasions we get together.
The other day my mother called me with the news, "Oh, Uncle Bobby called, your cousin's wife Heather, she's pregnant! We just found out. She's due in May!"
I did some quick math. May is 9 months away from August. I’m 90% sure I bred my cousin’s wife.
If given the chance, I'd definitely fuck her again. My cousin is a lucky guy. Kinda wish I could see her big milkers filling up with milk.

The American Auto Industry is on its last legs. They just cannot manufacture quality cars. The trucks manufactured by GM and Ford are stellar, but Washington and Obama want to cap emissions even more strongly going forward, which could be the final nail in the US Auto Manufacturer�s coffin.

What is the most prominent reason people don�t want to buy American? The reasons are mixed, but this article provides a major insight into the reality that is the American Automobile. They don�t last, and consequently, their resale value is nil.

Examining this article from Edmunds, the only car in the top 10 for resale value that is from America is the Chevy Corvette. And within several years, some American cars have devalued as much as 70% in value. Why? Nobody wants them because the quality is horrible.

The top ten rated cars for residual value are all Japanese and German! More sad is the fact that the bottom 10 are all American.

Bottom line, if you want to lose your shirt on your car and end up with an inverted loan owing more than the car is worth just as you want to sell it, buy American. If you want strong trade in value and the ability to get a new car when you need one, buy Japanese or German. It is that simple.

We implore Obama, don�t bail American Auto Maker�s out any more! Instead hire the Japanese to show GM, Ford and Chrysler how to make a car. Or just fold the US auto industry leaving it to manufacture only trucks. It is their only real hope.

Lord Satan, Ancient one.
Reveal to the world,
The true nature of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
For thousands of years, his followers have called you the evil
One.
Yet Jehovah has killed millions of innocents,
Including children and animals in his brutal sacrifices.
As the Accuser,
expose him and all his evil actions.

Lord Satan…
Since birth many have been programmed to believe the Bible.
They live as slaves to a god they only know through words.
This book has caused many to live in fear of eternal
punishment.
They feel shame because they have been taught that they are
‘ sinners ‘
If they would only realize that the greatest deception is the
concept of ‘ sin ‘.
Used by the tyrant god to control humanity.
Show them reality and set the world free.

Please help you chosen ones.
Many struggle with having been brainwashed by clergy.
Take the Bible from their hands and minds.
Destroy it!
Set hymns and catechism ablaze,
And make communion wafers crumble to dust.
Expose the traditions of old as empty promises.
In exchange give them the truth of what was, is now, and that
Which is yet to come
Nema!

Susan Slaughter from the 2009 SyFy channel reality television show "ghost hunters international" topless.

Today I posted a Craigslist add I've posted maybe a dozen times before with no luck -- but re-posting takes minimal effort and it couldn't hurt to try. Sure enough, this time it was well worth it.

The jist of the ad is "I'd like a massage, maybe you would too? Let's have a fun, intimate experience and trade massages." Of course, with a nod towards it being something more - but not explicitly so.

So I got a bite, from a fit, 29 year old Asian girl. (I'm a 29 year old fit/thin white guy.) Her body is maybe a 7, no tits, but slim and a good ass, and her face is maybe a high 8. I'm probably in the 7 range myself, depending on the day, so I was game. That said, I know from experience on CL that most responses are catfish and guys just dicking you around, so I even though we picked a time for her to come over, I wasn't 100% convinced that she'd show up, or that she would be a she, until the knock came at my apartment door.

I'd laid out a towel on the bed and warmed some massage oil. She was shy and a bit awkward, so I tried to project a relaxed and non threatening attitude as I gestured toward the bed and said "whenever you're ready."

She started to take off her dress, revealing a pink lacy thong, "Should I take off all of it?" she asked.

"Whatever you're comfortable with."

Well, she must have been comfortable. She turned so her back was to me as she slide down her thong, unclasped her bra, and lay face down on my bed.

The way her hips were angled, her tight ass was begging to be mounted, and I could see a hint of her bare slit. I started by dripping some warm oil onto her shoulders and spine, and rubbed it thoroughly into her back. I slowly worked her upper back, then her lower, the shoulders, and her sides, sliding my fingers around her waist as I ran my grip over her hips...stopping just at the top of her ass. I was playing it slow, and she was clearly enjoying it, letting out satisfied moans and re-positioning to spread her legs slightly. At some point I lost my shirt "so i won't get oil on it."

I oiled her legs, and worked my way from the calves up to her thighs, periodically flipping back to her back or shoulders for a spell as my hands kneaded their way closer to her slit. As I reached her inner thigh, she slid her legs apart to reveal an already-dripping pussy. I teased at its edges as I slide off my jeans. I got up on the bed, my knees outside of her legs, and began to work her ass cheeks in slow, deep rubs, every so often sliding up her back and spending some time there -- as I leaned forward to put pressure on her shoulders, she shifted her ass back into my erect cock, straining at my boxer briefs, and slowly rubbed herself against me.

I dismounted and, slowly, finally, slide one hand over her slit as she moaned hard. I worked her lips gently, rubbing lazy circles in the area of her clit, for several minutes.

"Want to turn over for me?" I asked. She was on her back in seconds, with her hips spread wide, and my hand back over her pussy, sliding 1, then 2 fingers inside as the other hand teased her nipples. After a while, I grabbed her hand and moved it to my bulge. She felt the length of it, once, twice, then reached inside my boxers and pulled it out. I grabbed the oil and lubricated my cock as she worked the length of it in her hands, cupping my balls as my other had continued to play with her pussy.

I gradually moved my cock closer to her lips, and she gingerly started to work the tip with her tongue. My hands continued to oil and work her hips and her tits as she picked up speed, eagerly taking my cock down her throat.

I knew if I let her keep at it, it would be over too soon, so I kicked my boxers the rest of the way off and got up on top of her. I continued to work her chest with my oiled hands as I rubbed the bottom of my shaft against her slit. She wrapped her legs around me and grinded back on me, our hips working together as the full length of her oily body pressed on mine, and my cock teased her pussy lips.

Finally, she reached down and grabbed my cock, working it slowly for a a minute, then pulling it inside her. I thrust deep, as her warm, tight pussy gripped my cock and her body tensed around mine. I started pumping away, but after 10 seconds her eyes popped wide open "condom!" she said. Oh well.

I obliged, grabbing a handful of condoms from the drawer, dumping them on my nightstand, and sliding one on before assuming the same position. The momentum was briefly broken, but we got it back.

Now, I'm normally the kind of guy who lasts *too* long. It's not something I'm proud of, its a side effect of too much time with porn and masturbation. But after just a minute or two I came harder than I had in weeks. It felt too amazing for me to be disappointed by the brevity. That's what 40 minutes of foreplay will do to you.

I climbed off and pulled the condom off, as we caught our breath. After a minute, she noticed that I was about 3/4 hard again.

"Can you go again?" she asked.

"Well, I think it's your turn to massage me"

*to be continued if there is sufficient interest*

[Picture is from google, but a fair approximation of reality] [re-posted to fix typos]

Quick Question for all of you out there in Motherless Land.
Question is am i a normal guy ?
i ask this as i have always had a fetish for fucking a girl/woman's ass as time has moved on i've gotten more into homemade DP movies and wife/girlfriend sharing stuff, but now i have become very interested in gangbang, rough and extreme gangbang, an definitely forced sex with a lot of Anal,
i am yet to find a sight on the internet that really caters for real homemade complete novices, or forced or rape movies, i know Motherless has rape and forced and some are ok
But you can see they are simulated and professional actors,
i have lost a few girlfriends who i thought as they told me they was interested in trying such things as swapping swinging DP and gangbanging, one wanted to try dogging.
but when push can to be reality, after they had tried they called the relationship saying i was sick in the head.
These kind of things actually cost me a marriage, now ive been on my own for 5 years and doesn't look as if any woman is showing any interest in me, im 59 now. balding only 5'6" and a little chubby and definitely unfit.

I will post a story of roughly how my marriage came to an abrupt messing end.

Please leave you thought's in reply section.

My confession: Just to entertain you freaks. The big one.... I'm a guy, late 30's now. Since we were little kids, me and my cousin (a guy, very similar age) grew up really closely. More like brothers than cousins. Around seventh grade, I'm sure I was 18 then (lol), we were both sleeping over at our grandparents, which we did almost every weekend in the summer (at the lake). We were in bed (separately, about 10 feet away from one another in the only upstairs bedroom in a cape cod house) and he started asking if I ever "rubbed it". I hadn't, and had no fucking idea what he was talking about, and was like wtf??? He started telling me about it and I was like, you can do that?? I had seen some porn mags, and knew all about vaginas, and girls shoving stuff in there to masterbate, but didn't think it was possible to make a circle with my hand and try it on my weiner. Anyway, he starts telling me about it, and suddenly I realize I'm hard as a rock, didn't take much in those days. Lol. Man do I wish it still worked like that. So anyway, I was covered up in bed, so I thought, well, fuck it, might as well try. Nothin'. I made about 2 strokes before friction, heat and pain won that battle. So, he's covered up too, still talkin about it, and I notice his face is red as fuck, and he's breathing funny. I asked him, what the fuck are you doing? He sorta laughed, and said I'm doing it.... I was like doing what???? Then.... like he'd been waiting forever to share this with someone.... pulled back his blanket. His shorts were around his ankles, and his hand was around his hard cock. Which I was totally surprised to see was the same size as mine. I was already fearful that I was small, because the guys I saw with the girls in hustler were hung down to their knees, so I assumed my 6" was medically deformed-level tiny. I was so relieved to see that size, that it took away the weirdness of seeing my cousin / best friend / brother stroking his hard cock. But then I realized, he was doing it dry. I admitted to him I just tried it dry and it HURT. He said "I know, we need lotion". So... fast forward probably a half hour of thinking we were james bond quality sneaky, we managed to get downstairs, get a bottle of lotion from the bathroom, and get back upstairs. In hindsight and reality, all one of had to do was go take a piss, then take the bottle back up with us. But what if we got caught?? Lol... anyway.... so we get upstairs, go to our separate beds. He took a handful of lotion, then threw me the bottle. I was like, uh... I dunno.... he was like, omg... just do it pussy. Pussy?? Oh yeah? I'll show you. LOL. So, I grabbed a handful of lotion too. I've got one of those dicks that curves to the left, so it took a minute to figure out to use my left hand upside down. Actually, it probably took 10 minutes, but for fuck sake it was a LONG time ago... anyway, a few looks back and forth, a few times throwing the bottle back and forth, and then I noticed he was making the most God-awful face.... then was totally relaxed and calm. I remember asking him- what happened?? What did you do? He said "I finished". I was like, you're quitting? He said no, when you're done, shit squirts out of it. I said "WHAT???? What the hell is that?? What do I do with it???" He laughed and said something along the lines of "Oh, Jesus Christ, I guess you weren't lying about not doing it before..." He explained the whole process, including using a dirty t shirt.... so.... I kept going.... After a few minutes he asked me how I like it. I lied, of course, and said, eh... it's ok, I guess. The truth was that I'd just found heaven, and was PISSED that I hadn't figured it out years ago. Then he really threw me for a loop. "Lemme see." He said. We went back and forth for a few minutes. I was like "No fuckin' way". Again, fast forwarding.... he won. I pulled off the blanket. He saw my hand upside down and said "wtf??" I told him mine's bent and this is how it works the best. He was like wtf?? Lemme try. I told him he must be OUT of his fucking mind!! It's bad enough I'm doing this. Now he's watching. I'm NOT letting him touch my cock. So anyway... a few more minutes of stroking goes by... and all of a sudden it feels different.... stronger, better, faster, harder, better, better, better- BAM!!!! ALL OVER the fucking place shoots this mystery white, sticky fucking mess from hell. I'm not lyin.... every fucking where.... sheets, blanket, walls, legs, stomach, hands, floor. And then it happened: The ungodly, insanely, unforseeable, unimaginable wave of guilt. I couldn't have felt more guilty if I'd killed a person. OMG. They need to teach about this in elementary school. I quickly grabbed a dirty shirt, cleaned what I could clean while my cousin laughed about the amount, the velocity and the mess. Then the embarrassment set in. You know how you always think about dirty horrible shit while you're jerkin off, then as soon as you cum, you're like holy hell, wtf was I thinking??? It was sorta like that, but he was there to see it. Anyway... I got cleaned up, prayed for God to forgive me for doing that to myself, swore to my cousin if he EVER told ANY one that I would kill him, and went to sleep. That... my fellow depraved friends, was the first time that this guy, rubbed one out. And was helped by my cousin, a dude. And that.. led to alot, a LOT more helping over the rest of the summer, but that's plenty for now. That took a fucking half hour to type. Sorry for the no paragraphs, it was kinda spur of the moment because the last couple days on here have been boring, so I decided to tell the beginning to my story. And, obviously no pics, so fuck off. And every word is true, so if you don't believe it, again, fuck off. And no way will this ever be anything but anon. But I know someone will get a hard on reading it, whether ya comment or not, so this was for you, you sick, twisted fuck. :) Goodnight!

This is my confession/story of what my life is like struggling with the demon that lies within me. I apologize in advance for the length of the confession/story but I feel I need to get so much of this out and off my chest. I understand that some might be disgusted with this story and my actions, but do know that we all have demons of some sort within us and you can judge me or whatever you want. This is who I am and there is nothing I can do to change that fact.

On the outside I look like I am living the perfect American dream life. I'm in my late 30s, a former jock athlete, happily married to the cute, fit, blonde former college cheerleader who still likes to fuck like its going out of style. Three happy and healthy kids. A great house in the nicest of suburbs my city has to offer (that also comes with a big mortgage, but I digress). A very successful career and all the spoils that come with that including a decent income and reasonable wealth. Lots of friends and weekends spent going to my kids games and recitals, and nights BBQ'ing and drinking with neighbors. Basically the envy of many men and what should be the charmed life.

But there is something that has always been inside me that is missing with that perfect life. It is a demon that needs to be satisfied otherwise it takes over my existence. It doesn't just spring up out of nowhere and grab me. No, it builds over time slowly, sometimes months or a year, with little hints or actions that make me slightly aware that it is still there and there is nothing I can do but give it what it wants. That is the only way to come back down to earth and "normalcy".

The day that the demon decides is the day to force me into action would seem like any other to those around me. I sit in meetings or on calls outwardly actively engaged in what is going on, but my head is somewhere else flooded with thoughts of what is to come by days end. As my afternoon drags on, I start to put the demon's plan into motion. My cock is already rock hard under my desk as the anticipation builds. I call my wife and tell her that a big crisis has come up at work and don't expect me home in time for dinner or even maybe before she goes to bed. She would never suspect a thing as I am a high ranking corporate officer who often needs to work late or weekends. I would never stray from our vows as I am the perfect husband who is sexually satisfied at home...or am I, I really don't know?

6 o'clock rolls around and I wait for everyone else to one-by-one depart the office for the day. After seemingly all have left, I grab the nondescript gym bag that is in the corner coat locker of my office. While anyone else would assume it just contains my gym clothes, the reality is it contains the tools that the demon knows I will need to satisfy his lust. I take my bag and walk to the elevator and down to the lobby. Once in the lobby I bypass the elevators to the garage where my car sits waiting to return me to my suburban dream life, and walk straight out the front doors of my building. I turn left and walk the 2 blocks to the subway station. Instead of getting on the train that could also return me to the suburban utopia with the rest of the suited masses, I instead get on the line that takes me to a part of town that couldn't be more different than my home.

I exit the subway and night has already fallen. The sounds of the city are all around me, but I hear nothing. I have become more like a zombie possessed and oblivious to the outside world. The police and fire sirens and calls of beggars asking for change pass by my ears as if they didn't exist and I head straight to where I need to be. I turn the corner into the side alleyway and there is it, the large, black, heavy, metal door in an unmarked building is all that stands between me and the relief from the demon that I so desperately need. I ring the buzzer and and hear the familiar click that unlocks the door and allows my entry into my sanctuary.

Upon entering, I am now in the sterile 6x6 room with another door straight ahead and a bulletproof looking glass window to my left. Behind it sits a man smoking a cigarette and looking like he'd rather be any place but here. I slide a $20 bill into the little revolving door in the window, looking past the man at the assortment of items for sale on the shelves behind him. On the ledge to my right is a big cardboard box full of condoms under a sign that says to be safe and and take as many as you need. No worries I say to myself, my bag contains all of what the demon needs. The man puts a plain white towel and a locker key into the revolving door and spins it around in my direction. I grab them hurriedly and move towards the second door which again unlocks with that familiar click as I push my way through.

Now inside the inner sanctum of the demon, I enter into the locker room. Several others are milling around and faint grunts and noise can be heard in the distance. I find my assigned locker and open it up. I disrobe from the constraints of my corporate attire and wrap the towel that barely reaches all the way around my muscular build around my waist. I open my gym bag and pull out my old gym flip flops and the smaller toiletry bag that contains my tools...a bottle of Wet lube and various condoms including several magnums just in case. I slide the flops on my feet, close and lock my locker, place the key in my small little toiletry bag and head to the shower room a few feet away.

I enter the showers and there are a few men in there. It seems as though all eyes are on my as I walked up to a showerhead. I place my bag and towel on the hook and turn on the water feeling a rush of heat pour over my body. In the corner a man is leaning against the wall while another man is on his knees servicing his cock. Another guy is standing under his showerhead stroking as he watches. I hit the lever on the soap dispenser and begin to soap up my body, paying particular attention to my cock and asshole. I turn and see two other guys embracing, stroking each other and passionately kissing as one looks over constantly at me. I begin to stroke myself as well as my cock has risen to a mild erection as my other soap covered hand teases and pokes my asshole. Another man enters and takes the showerhead next to me and gives a nod to gauge my interest, but not yet, not the right guy just yet. I turn off my water and pat myself dry with my towel before slinging it over my shoulder, grab my bag and exiting the showers.I walk out the side door of the locker room into a hallway. Again multiple men are mulling around whether naked or with towels around them. As I walk some reach out as if trying to grab my semi-rigid cock, but I keep moving to the big glass door on my right and enter the large steam room. Words are rarely spoken to each other, it is purely signals and actions.

The steam room is like an moving mess of body parts. Men are fucking and sucking in group play that is hard to even describe. There is one handsome younger twink who is on his hands and knees getting fucked from behind while sucking on a large bear's cock. The twink is just the look that the demon likes but he is otherwise occupied. The mass of fucking and sucking is enough to rise my cock to full attention but the steam room is not where the demon wants to be satisfied. I stand in the corner for a minute and stroke myself before heading back out into the hallway. The dimness of the light really only allows for you to see more shapes and figures, not the details of the person you are passing. I continue down the hallway and the sound of the bass pumping music gets louder. Me personally in my everyday life couldn't stand this type of music, but the demon inside me loves it and sort of sways to the beat. As I turn the corner at the end of the hall I enter a maze of small rooms with sterile cots, some of the doors are closed and some with them open where single men wait for their next lover to arrive in various states of pose. Some on their knees, others standing and more lying or sitting on the cots. Some rooms already contain two or more men in a wanton state of lust, sucking and fucking every which way possible. While I get nods and signals from several of the men, I decide to push further and find an empty room to set up shop, which I finally do find a few more doors down.

I enter the room and hang my towel on the wall hook. I place my bag of tools next to the cot and take my position on my knees. Within seconds a man who I would say is about my age is standing at my door. I am not picky for my first cock and I motion for him to enter as he quickly does. Nothing is said as he drops his towel and I reach up grabbing his cock in my hand. I slowly stroke him and then pull him closer and begin to lick his nice mushroom tip. I lick the underside of his cock and then dive right in taking him fully in my mouth. I suck furiously for about 2 minutes before he tenses up and I pull his cock out as he shoots his load all over my chest and the floor. He picks up his towel and turns and walks out.

The demon feels slightly better after being doused with some hot cum, but is nowhere near being satisfied. I sit on the edge of the cot and wait for the next man to catch my interest to look inside my room. As I lean back against the wall and stroke my throbbing cock, several more men stand at the doorway, but I turn my gaze away as none interest me much. Those with the proper etiquette know to then walk on to somewhere else. FInally a younger man, not really a twink, but more a jock like myself in my early twenties stops at my door. I smile and he smiles back and I motion with my head for him to come inside. He sits next to me on the cot and reaches over to grab my cock. I return the favor and grab his nice sized, not to big but just big enough, cock. We stroke each other and begin to kiss. My other hand caresses his nicely built chest. After another few minutes, he pushes me back to laying on the cot and moves his mouth to my hard dick. He begins to suck me off nice and slow, as if he was savoring every little bit of me. It feels so good but I know I need to hold out from cumming or the demon will punish me for sure. He lifts my balls and I instinctively push my ass out and bring my legs up towards my chest. He begins to lick and tongue my asshole, swirling his tongue around before plunging it inside of me then back out again, repeating for quite a while all while slowly stroking my cock with his hand. He moved back to licking the underside of my dick and slowly started pushing his fingers inside me, first one, then two and eventually three. It felt so good to feel that feeling again.I pulled him up to me and raised him to his knees sitting above his chest and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes before pulling his head down towards me, kissing him and then saying into his ear that I need him inside me now. He nods in agreement and I reach down and grabbed a condom and rolled it out onto his dick. I grabbed some of my lube and drizzled it onto his cock and then squeezed a little into his hand which he instantly reached back and rubbed on my asshole and pushed inside with his fingers. He slid back down my body and pushed my legs back towards my chest and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me. That initial feeling of pressure and a little pain quickly subsided as my willing hole opened up and took him into me.

He continued to pump himself into me for a few minutes as we took turns stroking my cock. It was just then that I caught the gaze of someone at the doorway and realized it was the young twink from the steam earlier. I smiled at him and ran my hands up and down my current lovers chest to then get his attention and gauge whether he was willing to have someone else join us. He shook his head yes and we both in unison motioned with our nods for the youthful guy to enter. He came over and right away kneeled on the ground next to the cot and took my cock in his mouth. I pulled at him to indicate he should get on the cot and in a 69 position with me. He quickly jumped up and straddled my face and went back to servicing my cock as the other guy continued to fuck my asshole. I lapped at his asshole for a minute doing my best to strain my neck and rim him well then he lifted his ass up higher and his cock popped right into my mouth. We sucked each other off briefly but my straining cock was dying to be inside his young twink ass. I pulled at him to grab his attention and mouthed "I want to be in you" which he nodded in agreement. I reached down and grabbed a condom as he dismounted our 69 position and he turned around to sit on my stomach. We rolled the condom on me and then lubed up my cock and his ass. He then grabbed my cock and slid it with ease into his willing hole probably so easily from being loosened up from the pounding he took in the steam room. The three of us fucked in unison while I stroked the young twinks cock. I think with this action we all knew we would last much longer so we really picked up the pace. I started to feel a swelling in my ass and knew that my first lover was ready to blow. He continue to fuck and I saw him arching back with his eyes closed then felt one last deep push and he filled his condom up with his cum deep inside my hole. This was all I needed to finally release and I shot my load inside of my newest lover in an intense orgasm like I can't even describe. Finally the young twink shot his load, albeit not a huge load, all over my chest. The first guy pulled out of me, grabbed his towel and quickly left the room. The second guy sat on my cock still grinding a little as if to get every last drop out of me.I rubbed his cum into my chest and also rubbed his chest. He leaned down and gave me a little peck, then got up and walked out.

Right then I felt a wave of relief wash over my body. I knew the demon had been satisfied. I grabbed my towel and my small bag and headed rapidly back to the locker room, not making eye contact with any of the shadowy figures along the way. I washed off in the showers paying no mind to the men engaged in various activities around me. I went to my locker, reapplied my corporate wear making myself look just as I had when I walked in. I put my towel in the trash can near the exit of the locker room, walked toward the front entrance room and through the inner door, then dropped my locker key into the slot in the window and exited to the outside world through the heavy metal door to return to my regular life. A feeling of disgust and guilt came over me. Every time I leave I say to myself that maybe this will be the last time, but I know deep down inside, that demon is just laying dormant, waiting for his chance and maybe next month or next year he is going to show himself again and I will need to answer his call. We can try to fight our demons but all too often it is a fight you cannot win.

Paranormal reality television personality Heathyr Hoffman from the 2009 SyFy channel show "ghost hunters academy" admits on her okcupid online dating profile that she made a sex tape.

I hope the right people can enjoy this story; I won't say what is real and isn't here.

I almost killed my sister by slitting her throat with a knife in the middle of the night.

Me and my siblings would always get into shenanigans at night after everyone else was asleep, but this was definitely different. I remember going upstairs into the kitchen and grabbing a paring knife before sneaking into my sister's room while she was asleep. I gently woke her up and asked if I could try something with her.

She accepted, so had her sit up and I grabbed the back of her head to pull it down, exposing her neck to me. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it, so I told her to just close her eyes and tell me how it felt before I laid her down across my lap with her head hanging over my legs. I pulled out the knife, held her head in place, exposed her neck to me again, and told her not to move. 

At first I just placed the knife across her neck on the flat side. She said it was cold, and asked what it was. I told her it was a knife, and you could tell she was both nervous and confused. She asked what I was going to do to her, and I responded by asking if she trusted me. She only nodded, so I kept going.

She had these creases that went across her neck, and one was right on top of her little adams apple. I took the blade, flipped it to the sharp side, and gently pressed it there. 

She told me it was sharp, to which I didn't reply. The way the moonlight shining through the window made her pale neck sparkle along with the fact that I had a knife to her throat was more than enough for me to stay silent. I finally spoke and told her to tell me when to stop. She said okay, she would and so I pressed down with the knife until I could see the knife biting into her skin and I was sure it would cut her. 

And then I slid the knife across her skin. Not much, just a few millimeters. She immediately whispered to me it was too sharp several times and I froze. I asked if she was sure and she said yes, it felt like I was cutting into her throat. 

For some reason I told her I wanted to try again and if she told me it was too much I would be done for today. For some crazier reason she still agreed, but you could tell she was nervous now as I watched her swallow with me still pressing the knife to her neck.

So I decided I would press a little harder this time and try to cut slower. Though, I didn't know if I would stop if she asked me to in my head.

I drag the knife slowly across her neck again, adding a little more pressure. I swear I could hear the knife cutting into her skin as I made the slicing motion. She whimpered, almost confirming my actions. I could see her skin being tugged at with the knife's edge.

She whispered for me to stop, practically begging, and for a brief moment I thought about ending her life right there. I could feel the vibrations of her talking through the knife; I wanted nothing more than to cover her mouth with my hand before jamming the knife hard into her neck and just sawing into her throat. I could only imagine what that knife felt like to her.

Her throat was the kind that sticks out from her neck a bunch when she lifts her head up. She would let me choke her/play with her neck, she would look up and swallow for me, and even pretend to play dead whenever I "killed" her, so to have her in front of me in that moment, where I could do everything for real was way too enticing to me.

I wanted to know what her neck looked like on the inside. I wanted to see her adams apple, her trachea, her veins, and all the muscles that made her neck function. But at the same time I knew if I opened her throat to see those, I would kill my sister for sure.

I looked down at her again. She couldn't see my face from the angle I had her, so she wouldn't know if I chose to stop or not until I moved the knife again. She asked me not to cut her, still trying to plead with me, and feeling her neck move while trying to speak without getting cut drove me crazy. I tightened my grip on the blade, carefully covered her mouth, and made one quick slice across her throat.

The knife made a sound that was like quietly ripping paper as I drug it across my sister's neck. She made a muffled gasp, and I watched miniscule beads of blood appear under the knife. I only tried to cut through the skin covering her adams apple. I decided that would be my final decision on if I continued or not. I will never understand why she didn't fight back; I'm guessing fear or not wanting to accidentally get cut deeper.

The cut I made was actually much smaller than I thought. I thought skin was thinner, but I was also afraid of what would happen if I didn't go through with cutting her throat and then got caught if she showed or told anyone. But you could see a thin line of blood and the mark from me holding the knife to her for so long.

At this point she was trembling; and so was I at both the prospect of getting caught if she told on me for holding a knife to her, or going to jail for slitting my sister's throat and possibly beheading her.

I forced her to agree that neither of us would speak of this and that I wouldn't try it again. Of course she accepted these terms and slowly left her room, trying to make sure she wouldn't try anything. I got her to go back to bed.

I took that knife and put it back in the kitchen and snuck back into my room. After a while I was sure she wasnt going to wake anybody up, and I wanted to go back to her room, just say fuck it and kill her, but I think reality was finally sinking in. I also wouldn't be able to play with her neck anymore. So I decided to try to sleep. I couldn't though. Not after that night.

A thing happened yesterday that I have to post about, so I dug up the old account I created forever ago to put this up. Sorry it's kinda long. My heart is racing bc I want to share it so badly. Sorry, I can't attach a photo for the sake of keeping on the dl.

I have a twin brother, and I've always wanted to trade places with him to hook up with someone in his place. He's not really into it, but he knows I've always wanted to. Over the last few years one or both of us has always been dating someone exclusively, so the option has never arisen since we talked about it when we were teens. Recently, however, I split up with my girlfriend of two years and he's been single for a while and dating around. With the ease of meeting women via dating apps, I figured there's a much better chance of this actually happening, and told him to let me know if there's a chance for us to swap places. The opportunity FINALLY arose.

There's a younger girl he met through Bumble named Rachel. We're in our early thirties, and she's 24. She was a good candidate for a couple reasons.

First, my brother has seen her twice already, and he's not into her for anything serious. They had sex after their first date, and he saw her again the weekend after that and she gave him head. Apparently the blowjob was pretty great.

Second, my brother is talking to another girl that he's actually interested in. It may not go anywhere, but he wants to focus more on the other girl and less on Rachel. So he would be fine with totally cutting her loose entirely.

Third, Rachel apparently seemed to like him right from the start of the first date, but she made it clear that she wants more than just a fuck buddy. The important thing to note here is that my brother TOLD her he's not sure it'd work, but he didn't want to say it's because he's not interested in her personality, or that he's talking to someone else he likes more, but instead because she lives 90 minutes away and he's not interested in a long distance relationship (which is also true). He told her this after their first date after driving out to meet her, but he said he still enjoyed spending time with her (untrue) and would like seeing her again. That's when they met the second time when she drove over to his apartment and gave him head. He's pretty convinced she's trying to use sex to convince him to be her boyfriend.

So yesterday is when the opportunity arose. My brother had plans with the girl he's actually interested in, but Rachel hit him up that morning saying she wanted to see him. He lied and said he couldn't because his car broke down and was getting worked on, but she offered to come over (which is what we hoped). He reiterated that he knows she doesn't want a fuck buddy, and that he enjoys seeing her but that he still isn't sure it'll work this far away. He was really trying to go for the nice guy approach, but he threw in something about "even though we had so much fun last time you came over." She seemed to appreciate his "honesty" about the relationship, and seemed to take the bait that he was genuinely on the fence about it. She said she wanted to see him anyway, "even if it means having to suck your dick again -wink- -wink-."

So it was on. He told her to come by his apartment about 30 mins before he was meeting with his girl, and to text him when she was close by so that he could open the parking garage gate. In reality, he was just going to text me when he got the text from her, and I'd open the gate. It worked in our favor that he said his car was in the shop, in case she asked why it wasn't parked in the garage.

When I got the text from him my heart started racing like crazy. I was about to have my dick inside the mouth of a cute, young girl who THOUGHT she was doing it to work toward getting a guy to fall for her. She was unknowingly going to allow a complete stranger to take absolutely advantage of her. It was actually going to happen.

I opened the gate, and saw her car pull in. My bro had told me what it looked like. He also, of course, showed me what SHE looked like. She's hispanic (we're white), and about the same height as us. She has a somewhat small chest, decent butt, a really cute face and long straight black hair down a bit past her shoulders. Of particular interest to me were her lips. She has really nice lips. They're probably her best feature aside from her baby face. I actually had requested my brother hint at another blowjob because of her nice lips.

She parked the car, and I waited to see her coming up the stairs from the parking lot. When I saw her my heart started racing even harder. Would she be able to tell us apart? We're identical, so obviously we look alike to people who don't know us, but people who DO know us can easily tell us apart. They had only spent a total of like 8 hours together though, but was that enough for her to be able to recognize a difference? My brother had apparently told her that he has a brother, but not that we're identical or twins. He kept it vague when talking about siblings, so I hoped she wouldn't suspect anything.

Either way, I had a plan to hopefully avoid her noticing any differences, at least right away. She got to the front door and I let her in. We both said "hi." She has a very bubbly, smiley face, clearly happy to be back again, but we didn't really make eye contact when she came in. I closed the screen and wood door behind her, and she put her purse down on a chair. I said "I missed you." She turned around and said "You said that last time I came over," which I knew because my brother told me that's what he said, so I'm glad she noticed. As she was saying it, I was walking toward her and immediately embraced her once she was facing me, diving right in with french kissing. Not only did I not want her spending too much time seeing my face or making eye contact, and therefore possibly noticing some differences between me and my brother, but I didn't want to delay getting things started.

In retrospect, she seemed the tiniest bit startled with an "Mm!" as I embraced her, but I put one hand on the back of her head to keep her from stopping me and the other on her lower back so she'd be pressed up against me. Looking back I think she might've hoped she could've spent some time talking to me (well, my brother) before getting physical, but after that brief moment she relaxed and began to reciprocate, which instantly made my dick throb. I had successfully tricked a desperate, lovesick young woman into making out with me. I was glad that her lips felt as nice as I had hoped they would.

I walked her backward and pressed her against a wall so I could free my hands and feel the rest of her body. She was wearing an orange sun dress with red and yellow flowers on it, and it was soft to the touch. As she unknowingly let a stranger feel her up, she reached down and began to rub my penis. I could feel her grinning that I was so hard. I told her "Careful, I don't want to get too excited too fast," to which I was happy she replied "I don't intend to." We kept kissing. She ran her hands through my hair like she knew me as I felt her chest and ass.

She then started confidently moving me backward toward my brother's couch, sat me down and straddled me. We kissed for a minute or two longer, and then she started scooting back off my lap. "Here we go" I thought.

As she moved down to the floor we finally made a decent amount of eye contact for the first time since she arrived. She didn't seem to have any idea what she was about to do, or the depth of the perversion she was about to satisfy in an attempt to win the affections of someone else. She unzipped my pants and pulled them off with my briefs, and started massaging up and down while looking back and forth from my dick to my facial reactions. Still no sign that I was a stranger. Then she said "If you feel like you're going to cum, tell me so I can stop." I nodded and then pushed her head down onto my dick to begin the devious act.

She went slow at times, fast at other times. She'd take it out to look at me while licking it up and down, and then would put it back in her mouth and rub her tongue in circles around the tip. I was doing it. I was taking advantage of her, and she wasn't hesitating in letting me.

I told her to stop on three separate occasions, and she happily did. She bit her lip as she waited for me to slow down my excitement each time before continuing. After the third time I had finally found a good rhythm and didn't need for her to stop again for a while, and got to really enjoy the ride. At that point I had fully embraced that she was fooled, and had my hand on the back of her head pushing it down and holding it there whenever I wanted her to keep my dick inside so she could snake her tongue around it for a bit.

I could see why my brother thought she wanted to convince him to be her boyfriend-- she was giving a very energetic, dedicated performance. I can't imagine someone giving this kind of head to someone more regularly than once a week. She was putting a lot of effort into rubbing her lips up and down the shaft and around my tip, and consistently used a lot more suction than I'd felt in the past. If this was a common occurrence for her she'd have a raw mouth all the time, so she was definitely trying to give me (well, my brother) a special experience.

It felt like I used her mouth for an hour, but it was probably more like 15 minutes. I could feel the rhythm of her bobbing up and down starting to increase. I moved my fingers into her hair and started to grip a little. I didn't know how my brother finished when she blew him the weekend before, but I figured if she really wanted him to be her boyfriend should wouldn't stop me from cumming where I wanted. I put my other hand on the back of her head, and took control of the motions. She relaxed and let me push and pull my dick in and out as I pleased, so I was basically face fucking my unwillingly willing partner.

Finally I got to a point where I felt the cum rising up, and slowed down the rhythm to begin matching it with my natural convulsions that were about to begin. I specifically remember the first rope of sperm shoot into her mouth because it was kind of a long squirt-- The kind of first squirt when you're really horny and pent up, you know? I held her head still as I pumped several more shots into her mouth as I got goosebumps. "If she only knew what was happening to her right now" I thought, but instead she simply swayed her head back and forth a little bit as my balls emptied into her skull and I loosened my grip.

She slowly pulled back and swallowed the load without taking my dick out, then kept slowly massaging my dick with her lips and tongue. After a minute or two she got up and wiped away a few beads of sweat from her face, looking thoroughly pleased, still completely unaware of truth behind the act she had just performed.

After that it was pretty boring. We talked for a bit. It was the first time I had actually conversed with her, but I had to make it seem like we were "catching up." I began to quickly see why my brother wasn't interested. Her laugh was a bit of a cackle, as if she was dumb, but she wasn't actually dumb. She also didn't seem to fully understand a couple jokes I made, but laughed as if she did, and sometimes at awkward times. I don't want to bore you with more of these details, but the takeaway was that she had no idea she had allowed herself to be completely used by a total stranger.

When she left I told my brother everything went as hoped. He's going to text her tonight or tomorrow to say hi if she doesn't text him first. While I wouldn't want to date her either, I wouldn't mind another hookup, so either this weekend or next my brother says we can do it again. He's recommending we wait 2 weeks since until now he's seen her each weekend since they met, so making it 2 weeks might make her worried that he's losing interest and hopefully cause her to offer herself up again without him having to ask. That way it's her idea, not his.

I don't know if I should go for another blowjob since she was so impressive, or if I should feel what it's like to deceive my way into bed with her. I'm leaning toward sex, though, because I would really like her to be handcuffed while we fuck. The idea of taking advantage of someone without the worry of her protesting is pretty appealing, so I've asked my brother to drop in a hint about handcuffs or light bondage or something after a few days to gauge her response. I'll post an update once I have one.

On that note, I have a request. Does anybody know of any videos of two male twins swapping places like we did yesterday? I've never found any that seem real, and I'd really enjoy adding it to my spank bank.

Meet my cum dumpster Kelly. She is your classic girl with a bf to show the world she’s not a whore but in reality fucks a different guy every week.

I’ve been fucking her for a year or so.

What do you think of her? I want you to degrade this little slut for who she really is and give her what she really wants.

The Surprise

The legality of nude beaches in Australia can get complicated at times. There are conflicting federal, state and locals laws. There are four legal nude beaches in the state of Victoria, but there are several that are not legal. At some beaches you can get arrested for going topless. At other beaches you won’t get arrested for going topless, but you will if you go completely nude. And at other beaches you can be as nude as you want as long as no one complains. Confusing? Yes it is.

My roomies and I have become well known at the four legal nude beaches. Sometimes I find it necessary to go to the, I’ll call them iffy beaches. I made a lot of money for my previous escapade selling photo sets of nude blokes to an American gay magazine. I split the money with my roomie Kelli. She was a huge help. I guess my photos must have made an impact in the American gay community because I have another contract for more photos sets and videos of Aussie blokes.

Kelli and I decided to go to one of those iffy beaches where we aren’t known. Perish the thought if a bloke found out he was in a gay magazine. I would fear for my life. (I’m laughing)

That is one reason I insist on signed releases and requiring that the subjects of my photos and videos accept compensation (money) for their services.

Okay, the beach we picked was about 60 km away. I won’t mention the name of the beach. I don’t want to publicise it. Some do-gooder will complain and try to shut it down.

We arrived around noon. This was a Tuesday and the beach was crowded due to spring break. It was a young crowd and there were hard bodies from both sexes all over the beach. I couldn’t tell what sex a few of them were.

We didn’t want to stay in the populated part of the beach, so we decided to take a walk north until the crowds thinned. The farther we walked, the more people were naked. After about 15 minutes Kelli and I got naked and our suits went into our beach bag.

It started out to be a pretty good day. We found two good looking blokes right away that accepted the money and I shot a series of about 250 of each of them. We then continued down the beach. Heads were turning when they saw two nude blondes walk by. We kind of enjoyed it. Actually we loved the attention. We would be disappointed if they didn’t look.

With all the attention we were getting, we felt like Grand Marshals in a parade. We were waving to the right and waving at the blokes to the left and we weren’t paying attention at what was in front of us. We got back to reality when someone in a loud voice said, “Kelli!”

We looked up and Kelli said, “Oh my God, it’s my brother! I’m standing naked in front of my brother. Oh shit, he’s with his mates (Friends).” Kelli’s brother and his mates were nude and apparently Kelli and her 18 year old brother were looking at each other’s nude bodies for the first time. Kelli was embarrassed, but it kind of turned me on. I don’t know why, but it was probably some pornographic taboo.

Kelli grabbed the beach bag from me and pulled out her tee shirt and slipped it on. The shirt barely covered her crotch, but she didn’t put on her swimsuit bottoms right away. I think she was teasing her brother’s mates with her bottom half showing.

Her brother’s mates began to laugh and tease her and she fired back calling their penises small and back and forth the insults flew. Evidently Kelli and her brother grew up with these blokes and she had been the victim of bullying and other childish things in the past.

I whispered in Kelli’s ear that this could be a blessing. I explained to them why we were here and offered them money to pose. Kelli and her brother both had put their swimsuits back on, but the 3 blokes and myself were still nude. I told them I was making a photo album and also wanted a few videos for my personal use and I like their looks and their bodies. I even agreed to pose with them.

These blokes weren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer when it came to brains. I shot sets of each one individually and then I shot a few more sets with two of them together and some sets of all three at once. I had then flexing their muscles and I got several shots when they had erections and I quickly got group shots of all three with erections. I then had Kelli shoot a few sets of me with them in seductive poses. I posed in a way that I could photo shop myself out of a lot of them so it appeared that they were hot for each other. I also made several videos.

While I was photographing the three dumb blokes I saw Kelli and her brother walk down the beach holding hands. They were both nude! No towel or beach bags, just 2 nude people with nothing to hide. They were gone for about 45 minutes. When they returned she wouldn’t tell me what they did. She just smiled and changed the subject. Even on the way home and back at the apartment she wouldn’t tell me what they did, if anything.

I must have had over thirty 100 plus photo sets when I thought we should stop while we were ahead. Kelli and I left with signed release forms for her brother’s 3 mates that indicated they had received compensation for their work. There were no photos taken of Kelli and her brother.

We got out of there as fast as we could without making it look like we were fleeing. We laughed all the way home at the thought of those 3 jerks being in a gay magazine. For all the years of abuse Kelli had endured, she got more that even that day.

She finally told me a few days later that he is her step-brother. Even though they aren’t blood related, they were raised together since they were three years old. She never told me anything about their walk down the beach.

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We both get off on the Risk

So we planned a weekend trip into Chicago, she stopped taking her birth control a couple weeks prior, and I had been emailing back and forth with guys from doublelist where I posted the plan. How I would have my wife blindfolded and tied to the motel bed for anyone that wanted to cum and use her holes raw.

We got one of those hoods with only the mouth open, and some traps you can easily add over the mattress with cuffs for her wrists and ankles.

That weekend was a blur, I confirmed with a good number of guys assuming as usual with doublelist that most wont show, but I did have around 35 emails I would send the room number once we had checked in. As part of our plan she did not want to know the details, other than that she would be blindfolded and secured, I arranged the guys, and she had no idea how many. I didn't really know either how many would actually show up.

We picked a motel near the airport in hopes to get a number of travelers and one where the rooms open to the outside so they would not need to go thru the lobby. Figured after the 4pm check-in we would send the email and start the fun around 5pm thru the night.

When we arrived we ended up with a room on the first floor that opened to the parking lot, we were a bit nervous about the location but it was what they gave us. We each had a couple drinks, she got stripped down and we got the straps on the mattress and cuffs on. I took everything else and put it back in the car except the hood and my cell phone. I queued up the email that I had in draft, just needing to plug in the room number and with sweaty palms and a rock hard cock I showed her as I hit send.

My wife was literally shaking. It was so arousing and scary all at the same time. I pulled the hood over her head and she got on her knees as I hooked her ankles wide to the straps on the end of the bed and pulled her wrists back and hooked them between her legs pushing her ass nice and high waiting for what was about to happen. I walked over to the door and cracked it open pushing the safety latch over to keep it open.

The idea, the plan, and the planning and conversations were all so arousing for both of us and we fucked so much talking about it and thinking about the weekend that was coming, but now the reality was setting in for me. I didn't know if my wife would be clean per se after tonight and rather than stop what was about to happen, I pulled my cock out and took the opportunity to fuck her holes thinking this might be the last time I fuck my wife without protection.

The fist guy arrived about 20 minutes after I sent the email, I just finished cumming in her pussy and was switching to her asshole when he came in. My heart was pounding knowing this was going to happen, and even more so he didn't say a word, no idea which of the guys, just walked in and started to drop is pants. The wife never heard him and I could feel her jump a bit and her ass tighten as he pulled her head to his cock. I finished pounding her ass knowing nothing about this guy as I watched him push her head down on his cock, I was so hard watching everything seemed to turn into a movie.

Like I said it was all a blur, the next guy showed up shortly after, and I stepped back as they started fucking her, filling her mouth, pussy and ass with cocks and cum all night, she was moaning and breathing heavy so much, I think she even passed out a few times. I had bottles of water for her, letting her drink when the guys would give her mouth a break, but I was just in aww as so many strangers pounded her filling her holes with cum, it was an amazing sight. By morning we had 23 guys visit, and a couple that returned throughout the night. Her holes were so red and gaping, dripping cum all over the bed it was amazing.

She slept the entire way home, as so many of the thoughts of the weekend spilled through my head. I already told her how badly I am looking forward to the next time we plan this kind of trip.

I like to smoke and fuck . No strings attached  . I’m a player  I like me a bad bitch like minded who’s also on this site to let some fantasy’s go wild . I want you ready to get fucked upon arrival , I’m takeing  your clothes off for you and leave you in just your undies , suck on your neck make you a hickey suck both your nipples all while your pussy gets wet and marinates whit those undies soaking in that pussy flavor. Once that pussy marinates we will remove your undies  throw you on my bed  grab your legs  open and let me dip my dick inside   .  I love role play and having you say cojeme Antonio  (fuck me antonio).  I love to grab them by the hair fuck  doggystyle and call them little sluts , give that ass a few spanks and back inside that pussy.     Toss that ass around my room putting you in different positions . Im in control I direct the show I bust my nut where ever my dick is at that time.  Mouth or filling you up cream pie let it drip into your hand and eat my nut stick it while still throbbing.        Once I bust my nut put your clothes back on  back to reality I’ll be selling you your Uber pool so be ready to go now they come quick ,    What was your name again ?    Oh ok. Wow I would have Ben way off  lol  stay safe I’ll Venmo you the money for plan b .   I got carried away  

Heathyr Hoffman from the 2009 SyFy channel reality television show "ghost hunters academy" admits on her personal okcupid online dating profile that she has a sex tape, and that she regrets having made one by saying "not such a great idea".

I just turned 35 and have something I need to confess.I Actually probably have much more than this one post but this is where I'll start. The summer after I graduated High School I started working for my Grandad at his gas station. It was still full service back in the late 90's and it worked around my upcoming college class schedule.

My Aunt Ginger ran it for my grandad as his health was not that great and he was getting on up in years. She was 48 and I was 18. She had been the focus off many jerk off sessions in my teen years. She still had blonde hair,not sure if she dyed it, and was in great shape. She swam,ran and worked out constantly,in talking to my mom I found out her husband at the time and soon to be ex was a total piece of shit. He cheated on her constantly and was abusive mentally and physically.

At this time they were separated but probably still fucking bc he would be at her house a few nights a week.Her only child,my older cousin, was five years older than me and was in the armed services and was in town before going on a deployment for 6 months. After work Friday she asked if my sister,her boyfriend and I wanted to come cookout Saturday night we said sure. I had to work Saturday but got off at 6 and headed over there. When I got there you could tell everybody already had a few to drink and where lounging in and around the pool. My drunk Aunt who was normally reserved told me to grab a beer and get my swim trunks and get in the pool. I ran inside changed and came on out. She was laying out on a raft in the middle of the pool. She said come on in the water is fine.I dove in beer in hand and swam to her to put it on her raft. Coming out of the water I almost choked. Her raft spun and I came up at the foot of it and found myself staring right at her crotch. For some reason her suit was sitting wrong and the edge of the suit on one side was right up between her pussy lips. "You gonna drown" I heard my uncle shout from the grill,snapping me back in to reality. "Yep I'm ok just sucked in some water"I yelled back. My aunt asked if I could push her raft to the steps so she could get out. I obliged and got to the side and pushed it the 20 ft to the shallow end steps. When we got there she rubbed my head like a puppy then kissed me on the check and said you were always my favorite nephew. I said gee thanks considering my other cousin was total douche and spoiled brat and everyone hated him. As she got out she did that thing woman do when they get out of water and adjusted her bikini bottoms. I tried to catch a sneak peak but only got to see some ass cheek.

About 5 minutes later my uncle calls out the food is ready and my cousin,sister, and her bf wake up and we all head in side.By this time my aunt had changed in to some running shorts and a tank top. She was refilling her wine glass and fixing her plate when my uncle said something shitty aboout how much food she had on her plate. I was known to be a smart ass and patted my uncles belly and said like you have any room to talk. I turned to my aunt and said he's just jealous of your girlish figure and wishes he could still wear a bikini. Everybody laughed and we ate and drank and chilled out. Aunt Ginger finished off a bottle of whatever wine and said she was going to bed. Uncle Bill was passed out on the couch and the rest of us went to different guest rooms and passed out for the night. About 4 am I woke up with a raging hard on and the feeling I was going to piss all over myself. the house was pitch black and was still very drunk. I felt my way down the hall and found the guest bathroom to which the wonderful sounds of my sister's bf vomittting coming through the door. There was only one other bathroom up stairs and that was the master. The door was cracked open and I tried to be careful but the raging piss being barely held back was the only think I cared about. I opened the bathroom and flipped on the light and closed the door behind. To anyones that had to piss with a hard on it's not easy. I did my best to hit the toilet but i'm pretty sure most of it was anywhere but. As I was shaking the last of the piss out the door start to open and my Aunt goes Bill are you Ok? I pause not knowing what to do and for some reason turn towards her dick straight in the air and before I can say a word she says come to bed you know how horny wine makes me and opens the door wide open in nothing but her panties. Our eyes meet then she stares at my dick while I'm starring at her boobs. She's goes Oh My Good Jake I'm so sorry. I finally get my shorts up and run out while she is diving back in her bed.

The next morning everyone sleeps in but I get up first and head downstairs. I see Uncle Bill tried to get to his bedroom but fell at the top stairs and passed out again and even looked like he pissed his pants. I head to the kitchen and grab some Orange juice before I head outside and dive in the pool to clear my head. I swim a few laps before I get out.As I'm coming up the ladder I look up and my aunt has been sitting there watching me. She's chilling, drinking some coffee and asks me how feel. I told her my head is ringing but I'll be ok. She says so about last night and I tell her that Clay was throwing up and I had to piss and start to ramble. She says don't sweat it, it will be our little secret. I say works for me and we gone in about the time everyone is waking up and cook breakfast then aftewrads I head home.

Monday I get to work and she is already gone and this goes on everyday until Thursday. Thursday I come in and the older man that works there had come in as well. He says your Aunt called me in and said to call have you call her when you got here. I call her up and she says I need some work down at my house come on over. I get there knock on the door and no one answers. The door is unlocked so I open it and hollar out Hello. She yells down upstairs Jake. Not knowing what was happening and having read one to many penthouse forums I start to think it's about to go down. I head upstairs and call out Aunt Ginger and she says in the bedroom Honey. I walk in hoping for my Aunt naked but find her in overalls and a head band cleaning out her closets. She is throwing all of my uncles stuff in boxes and just cramming it in there then duct taping the shit out of it. I ask her whats up and she tells me that she told Uncle Bill they were done this time. Come to find out that weekend they were going to reconcile and she was going to let him move back home. Sunday my cousin overheard his dad talking on the phone to his girlfriend after we all left telling her he was out of town and would be back tonight. My cousin confronted him and broke his dad's nose when his dad told him to mind his own fucking business. So my Aunt had been busy getting an attorney and restraining orders. I told her she seemed pretty upbeat considering she was getting a divorce. She says it feels like a 1000 lb weight has been lifted and I feel free again. So we work and laugh and pack all his stuff up and put it outside in the garage for him to pick up while she's at work the next day. It's kind of late and she says go get some food and come back my treat for being so helpful. She hands me $50 and I head to the chinese place down the street. When I get back she is in the den on the couch listening to what had to of been Kenny G or some shit. She had lit some candles and turned the lights down some and had poured a glass of wine. She said grab a beer and join me. I walked in and she was wearing some running shorts and over size t shirt. Nothing really sexy about it except the way she was sitting I could see up her shorts enough to see her black lace panties. She patted the spot next to her and said sit down. I plopped down and passed her a container of sweet and sour chicken and some chopsticks and we just ate and talked about the assholes we deal with everyday at work. The more she drank the more touchy she got. Rubbing my legs,touching my hair,and pushing me like she was a 16 yr girl. She asks about my gf and I tell her we broke up a few weeks back bc she was going away to school and it was stupid to try to make it work. She said well as handsome as you are you will be fine. You have become such a good looking young man and really grown in to your big head. As a kid my head was huge luckily I was 6'4 by then and it was normal. She then goes your cock has really grown to since the days when you used to spend the night and run around naked when you were supposed to be putting your pajamas on. I choked on my beer and said "what" she says "I'm just playing with you Jake,lighten up you aren't the only one who can be a smart ass." I laugh and tell her that I'm glad she left Bill bc he was a dick. She agreed then said "crash on the couch or in one of the guest rooms,you've had to much to drink and your mom would kill me if I let you drive." I wake up the next morning about 9am find a note on the fridge. Don't come in to work today I have your shift covered,I need some work done at the house. Chill out the house is yours i'll be back by 2.

I eat breakfast then decide if I want to shower or take a bath in her big jacuzzi tub. I throw my underwear in the washer and grab some of my cousins shorts and T shirt and head up stairs. I turn on the jacuzzi and start to look for a towel. Nothing under the sink so I open the closet and they are sitting there on a shelf. I grab one and go to walk out when a laundry basket in the corner grabs my eye. I look and see a pair of panties on top. I walk over pick them up and immediately smell them. My cock instantly sprang to life. They were the ones she had on the day before working the house and smelled like it. I looked around and found some baby oil and started to go to work. It was the greatest thing I ever smelled and I just had to taste them. I started to lick the crotch and could taste her all over them. My the time I was done jacking off the smell and taste were gone and I was dizzy with lust. I jumped in the tub and just relaxed for about hour it seemed. I got out and went and watched TV. Nothing good was on so I started looking through her movies to find something. My cousin liked all the good comedies like Airplaneand Caddyshack so I knew there would be something. In the very back I found one blank VHS tape and put it in the VCR. Figuring it could be one of Bill's porn tapes I hoped it would be something good. It starts off it was just an old copy of some shitty 90's TV show. I fast forwarded a little and the show went black for a minute then it's my Aunt's bedroom. She's laying on the bed talking on the phone. After a minute I realize she is talking to Uncle Bill and they are having phone sex.He is on speaker and she is recording it for him. She is very shy you can tell and nothing very dirty per se. He has her finger her pussy spread eagle then has her get on all fours and tells her to spread her ass cheeks. She says"Bill you know I don't like that." He begs her and she finally relents.She gets on all fours and spreads her ass wide and she fingering her snatch and tells her to slide a finger in her ass. She sticks one in her mouth and moistens it before she slowly inserts it in her ass. Before long she is face down in the bed 2 fingers in her ass the other hand going back and forth between her clit and fingering herself. She gets more wild then you can tell she is having an orgasm. She calms down rolls over and he tells her goodnight then she comes to the camera and kisses then lens and says I love you Honey. The date was from 1991. I fast forwarded to see if anything else was on there but nothing other than shitty TV shows.

(to be continued)

My mother and father were broken up before I was born and my mother's hatred for him was so great she did everything she could to keep me from knowing him. It wasn't until the courts stepped in at age 13 that I ever had any contact with him. This was also when I found out I had a 9 year old sister. Even though she's technically my "half" sister we never split hairs or any of that, we've always just been brother and sister, fuck the half bullshit.

Having spent the first thirteen years of my life not knowing I had a sister it was strange meeting her for the first time. My brain didn't connect the dots that this was blood to me and all I could think about was the cute little blonde girl who lived with my dad. Over a little bit of time as we got to know each other we began to goof around and play like brothers and sisters do. One of the ways we played was wrestling around a bit. One of our female cousins (a cute, chubby redhead) began joining in on the wrestling. My father and his brother were both a couple of grade A perverts, something I think rubbed off in the family DNA because at some point in time the wrestling game became a game of the girls trying to get to my junk. I would valiantly fight them off but on a couple occasions they managed to sneak a peek at my package. It only became worse the day they realized they were making me hard, causing them to double up on their efforts. Knowing they were turning me on seemed to give them a charge and a twinkle in their eyes. Although I never did manage to get a peek at any of my cousin's goodies I was lucky enough one day to pull my sister's top enough to get a full on view of her budding little boobies in all their naked glory. This is an image that has burned in my mind ever since.

Many of my adolescent masturbatory fantasies involved my sister and cousin. If they only knew how badly I wanted to put my cousin's round fat ass in the air and pummel her pussy while she licked my sister to an earth shattering orgasm...or how badly I wanted to lick sis to an earth shattering orgasm myself...

At the time I didn't know what to make of my feelings towards my sister. I just knew they were considered "taboo" and I couldn't speak of them to anybody. I also noticed as much as I wanted to bang our cousin hard, my threesome fantasies became one on one fantasies with cuz being the odd girl out. It wasn't a matter anymore of just wanting to fuck my sister, I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to hold her, caress her, kiss her, do all the things with her a romantic couple would do together. I secretly wanted her to be my girlfriend.

Only three short years after meeting my sister I was moved away to another state to be near other family who was living there. It would be another three years before I saw my sister again, sadly, at our father's funeral. By this time I was 19 and she was 15. Something I've always remembered from that time is seeing her standing in the lobby of the hall where the after funeral gathering was held. As I walked into the building she was standing there, alone, trying hard to be strong. Even under the circumstances I couldn't help but think how stunningly beautiful she looked. Knowing how badly she was hurting I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her, the way a husband might comfort his wife. I settled for a simple brother to sister hug.

Shortly after that we lost track of each other. My stepmother and I never had the greatest relationship so I wasn't very much of a priority to her. She especially couldn't be bothered with me living in another state. I re-entered my sister's life a few years ago when I started wondering whatever happened to her and went searching for her online. I found a couple Facebook profiles that might have been her but I couldn't be sure because there were no pictures visible. Finally I found a profile that did have pictures and lo and behold, it was my long lost sister. A few years older, but still as hot as ever. I learned she now has three kids, the youngest and oldest being boys with a daughter in the middle. The daughter is damn near the spitting image of her grandmother, who despite our rocky relationship had the kind of body that made me fully understand why my father wanted to bang her.

During some of our conversations since being back in touch with each other my sister managed to rekindle a lot of what I felt when we were kids. One of the things she did in the beginning really had my head twisted around though. She would make comments to me that had sexual overtones, the kind of comments a woman would make to a guy she wanted to tease but certainly not to her brother, right? Being intrigued by the thought of my sister flirting with me and the possibility of some long standing fantasies becoming reality I would try to give her carefully crafted answers that could be taken as either naughty or innocent, depending on which way her responses drifted. Many times after fanning the flames she would respond with something like "EWWWW, INCEST!" after which I would explain the "innocent" version of my comment and ask her why she was the one thinking dirty like that. In the meantime I was a walking hard on thinking about the dirty ways my sister's comments to me could be taken and how many dirty ways I could take my sister. Just to make sure it wasn't me reading what I wanted to be into her comments I forwarded some of her text messages to a female friend who was well informed about my lust for sis. Even my friend said my sister's comments sounded more to her like she was trying to feel me out for a fuck instead of innocently talking to her brother. Over time the teasing comments died down, but just recently she did make a veiled comment about where her mind goes, hinting that her thoughts weren't very innocent.

Over the past several months my thoughts about my sister have increased. A lot of this is due to the fact that I'm now living near her again. Very recently I had the opportunity to see her again for the first time in about 20 years. As always she looked absolutely delicious. I couldn't help but run my eyes up and down her curves when she first stepped into my view. I also couldn't help but notice her "budding little boobies" are now far beyond budding and much larger than I remember them being at 15! I finally got to meet my nephews and niece in person and saw first hand that my niece has a body built for fucking that none of her pictures do justice to. Just what I need, another family member to have filthy incestual fantasies about lol

My fantasies of sis have never stopped, but since we've been back in contact they've become more frequent again and been infiltrated by the new details of her life. I find myself daydreaming about catching her oldest son fucking her and blackmailing her to let me join. I've fantasized about catching her sucking her daughter's juicy little twat, and I've even joined the two together and fantasized about catching her son fucking her while she goes deep sea pearl diving with her daughter. My number one fantasy about her though has nothing to do with anybody else, just me and her. If I could live any fantasy I wanted with my sister it would be to take her out on a dirty date in public. In my daydreams we go out for dinner, maybe a movie, and end up someplace like a bar or some other type of "adult entertainment" establishment. Nobody around us knows we're brother and sister. Nobody would even imagine we're related watching us carry on like a real couple instead of siblings. I'd have her sitting in my lap, grinding her ass against my cock while I kiss her, nibble on her neck, and sneak a rub between her legs every now and then, checking to see how much wetter her panties are than the last time I checked. I've had two different endings to the fantasy, the first being that our evening would end in a motel room, so turned on by the thought of playing with each other as brother and sister in front of an unsuspecting audience that we rip each other's clothes off as soon as the door is shut behind us and spend the rest of the night sucking and fucking each other's brains out like we really are boyfriend and girlfriend. The other ending to this fantasy is that we end up in a secluded corner surrounded by a bunch of horny boys and girls watching us fuck for them, cheering us on, having no clue they're watching a real life brother/sister show.

Although realistically I don't ever see anything happening between us I still have a part of my mind that holds out hope, given the teasing she did early on in our online reunion, and my friend's opinion that my sister is interested but afraid to follow through. I've only seen my sister once since I've been near her again and I really want to spend more time with her, but honestly, I'm afraid of what might happen if my friend is right and she really does harbor some of the same desires towards me that I do towards her. Right now it's only fantasy, but I know if by some twisted stroke of fate anything ever should happen, once we cross that line we'll never be able to come back. I also know if she ever does try to cross that line with me I'm going to do very little, if anything at all, to stop her.

So my wife’s best friend and her fiancée are swingers. One night while drinking my buddy and I started talking about their lifestyle and how they perceive sex from love and being with their partners. My wife overheard our conversation and wasn’t very impressed. She is not an extremely sexual person and holds a certain reverence for our sex love, I guess that should honestly be the way it is, but I’m human. I have fantasies and desires. She took it as she wasn’t good enough “ I know you want to fuck Morgan, she’s beautiful. I’m just not into that”. A few weeks pass and the thought of me messing around with her best friend and seeing my wife fool around with her man got me hott, hotter than I had been in a while. Imagining having my rock hard cock sucked by her beautiful best friend while I watch her being pleasured by my buddy. The though sent me into a rage of lust. I wanted it to happen, idk how, idk when but i’ve Got to make this a reality. A few weeks went by and we never spoke about that night, or the fight that ensued between us beaus of our leud conversation. I believe the part she heard was” fuck dude, I’d let you do whatever you wanted to my wife if I got to have Morgan.
Her birthday was last weekend and Morgan and her fiancée came over so we could go out to eat and hang out. We enjoyed a nice meal, and headed back to the house. We didn’t have sitters for the smaller kids so I knew that nothing would ever happen that night. Being best friends and close to the same size, the girls were always borrowing clothes from each other. Morgan was uncomfortable in the outfit she chose to wear to dinner that night and decided to change into some comfy yoga pants and one of my girls’ shirts. Morgan has bigger breasts than my girl, and normally that wouldn’t bother me a bit, but these things are massive. Huge beautiful tits and she always has them pushed up with maximum cleavage showing. Most days you can see the top of her bra sticking over her shirt, she does it on purpose I’m sure of it! She came back out to my shop where we were hanging out and smoking, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The yoga pants highlited every curve of her hips and her ass and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, because with the thin material of the pants I could make out the soft edges of her pissy lips when she turned a certain way in her chair. I couldn’t take it I had to step inside and clear my head or I was going to have a situation to deal with involving a strong erection and a pissed off wife. So I stepped into the house and headed to my bedroom to catch the highlights of the cardinals game I missed that evening. Quickly I noticed a pile of clothes next to my side of the bed, they were Morgan’s. She had stripped down and changed probably admiring herself in the rather large mirror we have on the vanity next to the bed. I picked the pile of clothes up to take them in the laundry room and wash them for her. This was a habit of the girls to change into the others clothes and have them wash them for the next time they were over. First I picked up the silky shirt she had on that night, her erotic smelling perfume lifted off from her shirt and struck my nostrils, my cock went full erect in that moment because I was fantasizing about her. I picked up her jeans and notice she stripped out of her panties with her jeans. This was my shot to get a whiff of how sweet her pussy smelled. Holding her thong to my nose I inhale deeply, waves of excitement and pure lust wash over me. Her sweet cunt juices pressed firmly against my face was the closest I would ever get to her pussy. Unzipping my pants I began stroking my hard cock, it felt like I could cum instantly from the smell of her sweet womanhood. I couldn’t get enough, I was inhaling these panties like they were cocaine and I was Tony Montana, i quickly wrapped her thong around my cock and began stroking it with her lace thong. After a few short strokes I was ready to cum, fuck it they are going to the dirty clothes. I’ll just cum in her panties, the thought of doing it was so hott that I almost don’t get them off of my dick before I started to cum. I filled that thing up with one of the biggest loads I have ever shot, it was incredible, huge orgasm. I quickly balled the thong up and tossed them down inside her jeans and threw them into the dirty clothes and headed back out into the shop. Confused my wife asked me where I had gone and I used the excuse of having to use the restroom. She bought it because well, I’m a man full of fiber and I tend to shit, ALOT. About an hour pass by and they decide it was getting late and they wanted to head home. Not thinking that she would get the clothes till she came back the next visit, I paid it no mind. Until Morgan came out with the wad of her clothes in her arms. I began to slightly panic, omg she is going to find her thong full of my cum, freak out about it and install call my wife and say wtf! She never did, in fact I haven’t heard anything from her about the panties. Part of me hopes she didn’t even look and just threw them
I’m The wash. An even bigger part of me wanted her to find it, I wanted her to know that I find her sexually attractive. Maybe I thought If she knew, because I was unsure if her fiancée told her I was willing to try the lifestyle. I had a pipe dream she would find it get turned on and want to fuck lol. So far nothing of the sort has come about, but I still get to fantasize about her. When we go visit I find myself watching her body imagining what it would be like balls deep in her dumping my seed inside her rich wet pussy. Maybe my wish will
Come true one day, until then I’ll keep imagining!

Paranormal reality television star Heathyr Hoffman from the 2009 SyFy channel reality show "ghost hunters academy" candidly admits on her okcupid online dating profile that she has mae a sex tape.

Sexy female paranormal reality television star Heathyr Hoffman from season 1 (2009) of the Syfy channel reality show "ghost hunters academy" reveals on her okcupid online dating profile that she has a sex tape.

This is a story of a guy that followed me around the mall and kept trying to attack me one day. It involves a bit of sexual assault but not as bad as it could have been. Also I skipped out on a lot of the details, especially with the touchy parts, even though I remember all the details. If it doesn’t make sense I can describe a lot more detail in comments or PM, but I’m skipping a lot of details to keep it from being a novel (I tend to ramble if I get started). And I apologize for this being so long. I was typing it on a word document and then pasted it here and saw it was so insanely huge.
To be honest I’m not really traumatized by what happened, and the experience wasn’t remotely as bad as some of the people on here have gone through so I don’t demand sympathy. In fact I’m not even really bothered by it as much as I should be (Is that weird?). It’s something that only I (and I guess the guys involved) know about and I like to keep it that way, which is why I didn’t report it or anything. In writing the whole thing down it makes me realize that I was pretty stupid. After the first situation I really should have learned better than to let myself get into the others (you'll understand if you read it), but I guess I kept shrugging things off and assuming that I could get out of all the situations without making a scene and getting police involved, even though in reality I was just lucky every single time. It was really stupid of me to not scream and thrash as much as I could, I don't even know why I couldn't manage that. Still, luck saved me and for that I ended up better than a lot of other people, and so I'm thankful for that.
I guess I’m just writing it so that somebody random can read it, since I want to keep it secret from my real life. Again I don't know how much sense my writing makes, hopefully enough.
Anyway on to the story for those who care to read it:
It happened in spring of 2012. It was the day my older sister, Amy, was graduating high-school. Pretty much her grad events started at like 10 AM for group pictures in the sunlight and stuff, then they had a break for about 4 hours to do what they wanted before everyone had to meet up for the convocation part. My sister and her friends all wanted to spend the break at a nearby mall, since we needed lunch/shopping and had time to kill. My mom drove us all to the mall and dropped us off there, having to drive home to pick up my step-dad and younger brothers who didn’t want to come with us in the morning.
When we got there Amy’s friends decided it would be fun to go have lunch in the gas station in the same parking lot. It had a little A&W attached and they thought it would be hilarious to go to a fast food restaurant and eat gross food dressed up in all fancy dresses. We got our burgers and sat down at one of the tall round tables with the high up stools so that their dresses stayed mostly off the floor. I didn’t have that problem since it wasn't my grad, so I was wearing a moderately short minidress. It was black, stretchy, and had the zipper on the front. Big dresses aren’t comfortable, plus there wasn’t a chance of it being stepped on and ripped (which happened to one of them at the dinner).
We were eating our lunch in the corner of the gas station where there were like four tiny round tables. As we were eating two guys came in and got some food. One of them, a chubbier fellow with a thick beard and a hat, went and sat down at one of the other tables but the other one decided to stop and chat with us. I guess the outfits made it pretty obvious it was grad time, and Amy’s friend Christine was in a super friendly mood and more than willing to chat with him about how awesome of a day it would be, even though he was probably like 50 years old and looked like a cross between a trucker and a homeless guy.
That was all fine with me, I’m not a talk-to-strangers type of person but I just ate my food and didn't get involved, however I did listen in. It was mostly the greasy guy chatting about all his grad stories, girls’ dresses getting ripped, guys falling through tables, a couple fights etc. however there were a lot of mentions about how good looking the girls were back then, as well as a few random compliments about how good all of us looked. He didn't seem entirely creepy, just so friendly it was awkward.
Anyway after I finished my meal the guy got up and left the building (leaving his friend still at the table), and after drinking my whole drink I really had to go pee. The other girls were not finished eating (because they do more talking than eating) and so I told Amy I was going to the washroom really quick and she just said to hurry up because they wanted to go to the mall soon. So I found the bathrooms and went in. They were on the other side of the convenience store near the refrigerated drinks through a door and a little hallway.
I finished in the washroom and went back out, but jumped in surprise as I opened the door since the chatty old dude was standing right in the door frame, staring down at me. He was certainly not on his way to the guy’s room. He must have come back inside and noticed I had gone to the washroom and decided to come visit me. He was partly blocking my way out while I stood with the door open. I’m not stupid and could tell what he wanted me for, since he was very obviously undressing me with his eyes as they looked me up and down. His stare was so intensely penetrating that I felt like I was already naked. I felt tempted to just strip down right there to save his imagination the effort, and by the look on his face his imagination was already doing a good enough job that he might not even notice the difference.
I knew I was in a dangerous spot, but I honestly couldn't think of a good way to get out of it. He was a very strong looking person and I was certainly not, so if I tried to push him out he would just push in harder. He hadn’t tried to grab me but I was easily within arm’s reach, and it looked like if I tried to scream he could quickly shut me up. He was standing in the door so I wouldn't be able to slam it shut, and I didn't want to step back into the washroom and let him in. All those options seemed they would end with a smile on his face, and definitely not a smile on mine.
The weird thing was this guy didn't seem at all like the person who had been talking to us before. It was him of course, but his entire attitude seemed to have flipped upside down. He no longer looked remotely friendly or full of energy like he was before. He must be really good at faking a friendly attitude, or else has multiple personalities or something. Now he just seemed terrifying and confident, to the point that I felt like there was no hope of me getting away, and that I the only thing I was supposed to do was lay down right there and let him do his thing. That feeling came in waves, sometimes so strong that several times I was very close to simply giving in and saving the effort of trying to avoid something that seemed guaranteed to happen.
Fortunately for me I always snapped out of that feeling quick enough. I knew I had to get out of there, but I didn’t want to try anything that could make him get violent, so I decided to try just assertively walking out the door. I was hoping that he was trying to seduce me in a non-violent way and that if I looked confident about leaving he would let me go. He was only blocking half the door, but unfortunately when I tried to walk by he casually leaned his arm across to get in my way. I pushed on it a little but he wouldn't move, and instead used his other hand to feel down my back, quickly coming to rest on my butt. I was getting a bit scared with him touching me but I still hoped I could get him to buzz off.
“Excuse me!” I said to him in that bitchy tone that always comes with those words. I pushed on his arm again, and he definitely knew I wanted to go but unfortunately was having none of it. He just leaned in and his other hand made its way around the bottom of my dress. It didn't take long for me to realize this was a failed attempt so I turned toward him and smacked his hand away. He responded by pushing me up against the door frame, pressing his body against me while his hands ran down my sides.
(Anyway I’m sure you all get the general idea of where this was going. In the interest of keeping it clean and short I’m going to skip all of this part and briefly summarize. Also because I tend to ramble, so I’ll just skip it entirely.)
Pretty much I tried to keep calm and wriggle away ineffectively for a while. I didn't want to make things get violent since if he started using his full strength I wouldn't have had any hope of getting away, but when I wiggled my way out he just shoved me against another wall. He ended up getting more aggressive and I just got scared to the point of being practically motionless for who knows how long. He kept whispering insults and gross comments about me and for some time I was convinced they were true.
Some sense kicked into me when he pinned me up against the door and I turned the handle, causing us both to tumble down onto the floor. This was followed by a few struggles that nearly ended with him on top of me, but ultimately had me kicking him right in the face with my pointy heel. It was such a good kick that it pretty much reduced him to a crying mess (which he deserved) and let me get out of there. The whole time I forgot to just scream for some reason, but it turned out fine since he was the one left crying on the bathroom floor.
(It probably doesn’t make sense when shortened that much so you can ask questions in PM or comments and I’ll elaborate. If it weren’t for character limits I would end up rambling on with paragraphs about every moment.)
We left the A&W and I didn’t tell anyone or call the police, simply because I had gotten away before anything terrible happened and I really didn’t want to ruin Amy’s grad day by having the police come. Also because if I told anyone then everybody would be sympathizing and checking if I was okay rather than celebrating Amy’s success, which was something she desperately needed since she was kind of depressed. You can call me an idiot for that if you like, but at the time I thought it was the best decision and I really didn’t want to deal with the police anyway. I wasn’t traumatized or anything and I know it could have been much worse. Most of the stories on here are WAY more horrifying than what happened to me. I guess it was made a bit better by the fact that I gave him what he deserved in the end.
As I left the washroom I noticed the other guy was still at his table, finished his food. He was staring at me, but pretending not to. Since the two knew each other I assumed he must have known what had went on in there. Maybe he was keeping watch to make sure greasy trucker guy had me all to himself, or the more likely situation that he was waiting for trucker guy to finish so he could have his turn with me, in which case he was probably very upset that I was out of the bathroom, or that I was still wearing a dress! Either way I’m glad he was out here instead of both of them meeting me in there. I barely had it in me to fight off one pervert; had both come then I don't think it would have taken much convincing for me to do what they wanted. Then again maybe he was totally innocent and I was just being really suspicious.
We had to go to the mall to get movies and snacks for the next day, since the girls were planning to celebrate graduating by doing absolutely nothing productive for as many days as they could manage. We spent a solid half hour or so looking through a tiny local movie trader in the mall and while we were there guess who showed up? Greasy trucker guy! Sadly his face was not as broken as I had hoped it was, although there was a clear cut on his cheekbone.
Trucker guy came in and saw us looking for movies, and once again inserted himself into our group and started talking enthusiastically with the chattier girls in the group. I had resolved beforehand to not make a big deal out of what happened and I still wasn’t going to, even though he had deliberately pushed in between me and Amy to use himself as a wall so nobody would see him put his hand on my butt. I tensed up a bit but didn’t make a scene about it, since I had decided to not let what happened interfere with grad day and to be honest this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do in the gas station. I pushed his hand away gently a few times but it always ended up back right away, a bit more firmly each time. Eventually I just decided to put up with it for the time being and pretended to read some DVD cases. For quite a while he managed to carry on a perfectly friendly and innocent chat with the girls about what movies are good, all while stealthily trying to claw my dress up.
It was actually impressive how he managed to be so friendly when his only real motive was to cop a feel of me. Clearly I hadn’t given him as many of those as I was supposed to back in the gas station. I had resolved before not to make a big deal out of any of this, and if I could let the other stuff slide then this certainly wasn’t a big deal in comparison. He was clever and persistent, and subtle at least, and it’s not like anyone was noticing. Plus I didn’t think he could really do much more than that without drawing attention to himself, but that didn’t stop him from trying. I think he knew that I was never going to report him so he wasn’t afraid of doing this in public, and it seemed like he was going to keep trying to go further. I guess he had no reason not to as long as I was just standing there letting him do whatever he wanted.
I figured the things he started doing were getting so obvious everyone should have noticed, but none of the girls did and they kept chatting. To be honest I still wasn’t too bothered, since I knew eventually we would leave and nobody but us two would have any idea, however what worried me is actually getting caught like that since I didn’t want anyone to know that I had let some old dude grope me in public. I couldn’t tell him off without everyone knowing that, but I realized it wasn’t like he was going to attack me for trying to move away. I pretty much spent the next however long shuffling about the movie store acting interested in random things. He’d follow me around casually to put his moves on me but I never gave him a long enough before I went elsewhere. Eventually he got tired of not getting anywhere and said his goodbyes to everyone and skittered off.
After getting our movies we had to go to the attached Wal-Mart for snacks and all the junk food and pop we could find. We still had time before my mom was supposed to come get us so we killed a bit of time there as well, since we bolted through all the food isles grabbing stuff and had enough junk food to feed a fat army. We spent about half an hour going through the electronics section. My family used to play a lot of Wii games (and some Xbox) so we were browsing the games aisle for a long time. One of the girls decided to buy a DS game and went looking for the attendant to get it out of the cabinet. While she was gone Chris looked in the cart and decided we still needed Munchies. Since they were still waiting for the game they asked me to run and get some while they waited here so I headed back to the food section, snagged a huge bag of the stuff, and started back.
Walking down a main aisle again I looked ahead and noticed old trucker dude yet again. I realized at this point that he was going to keep following us until we either vanished or he got what he wanted. He was between me and the electronics section and hadn’t noticed me yet so I ducked into a side aisle full of furniture and decided to go around a different way so I could not have to run into him. The electronics were a section in the middle and I figured I’d just go around and meet up with Amy before he saw me, however when I got to the main aisle on the other side I saw him again walking down an aisle toward where I was. He still hadn’t noticed me since I saw him through the shelves but I still didn’t want to run into him so I went down another isle. We played unintentional cat and mouse throughout a good chunk of the store.
I ended up in a section close to the gardening section at the back corner of the store with the tall shelving everywhere. I figured by now he knew I was in the store and was looking for me so as long as he didn’t see me I would be fine. I was at the end of an aisle at the back wall. Nobody was around were I was and there were only a couple people down near the main aisle on the other end. One of them was trucker guy, wandering down the main aisle glancing down either side. The aisle near me had a bunch of bins and storage stuff and it was possible for me to look over them through the shelves and watch him. By the looks of it he couldn’t see me. I watched him stealthily since if I tried to leave the end of the isle he would see me. He looked back and forth a few times down the last aisle.
When he finally turned away and started down the other direction I breathed a sigh of relief. However apparently I was watching so intently I didn’t notice footsteps behind me until it was too late, and I suddenly felt two arms around me from the back. One of the hands covered my mouth for a time, although I tend not to scream when I’m scared anyway. After a few moments I saw the trucker guy turn around and head back toward me. I knew the person behind me was the other one from the gas station because I could feel his rough beard on my neck, and I figured they must have been trying to herd me away from the busy part of the store so they could trap me, which I apparently fell for like an idiot.
(Here’s another part that I’ll be skipping a lot of details on.)
I was still holding the bag of munchies in one hand for some reason, but the other was free to try and push him away, although it didn’t work. By the time I realized I’d never push him off like that, trucker guy showed up around the corner and I was immediately stuck between them. I couldn’t push away, there was nobody else in sight, and Amy would never look for me in this corner of the store, so I quickly resigned myself to my current role as the tasty filling of their human sandwich. Thankfully neither of them got to enjoy their filling for very long since we eventually heard loud footsteps from a couple aisles over. To be honest I hoped for a moment whoever was there would go away, because I didn’t want anybody to see what I was doing. Luckily trucker dude let go of me, walked over to the other aisle and started talking cheerily to the person there, leaving me in the arms of the chubby (less strong) guy.
He seemed to be under the impression that at this point I wasn't going to resist anything, so he wasn’t really restraining me. I waited a little while until he was not paying attention and smashed my elbow into the side of his head, and I was able to get away without giving trucker dude time to get back and put me back in my place between them. I even made it out with my bag of munchies. I was really lucky that person showed up in the next aisle, even though he hopefully had no idea what was going on, since without him I was completely expecting to be there until they got bored of me.
Neither of them really chased me, which is good because with the heels I was wearing they could have crawled and caught me. I guess they knew they failed and didn’t want to make a scene, and trucker dude knew I wouldn't make a scene on my own if they left me alone. I was in the clear again and wasn’t worried about them trying something in any places with other people so I resolved to stick next to Amy for good.
When I got back to Amy and the others, they were leaving the electronics and I gave them their food. I got a “What took so long” response, but I didn’t tell them that less time was spent getting the food than was spent trying to escape from touchy perverts. We went to the checkout lines but they only had one open and we had to wait in line for a long time.
Unfortunately I hadn’t seen the last of my admirer, and while we were standing in line I noticed him on the other side of the registers standing by the bathrooms staring at me. I made eye contact by accident and he nodded his head toward the bathrooms with a sly grin, obviously wanting me to join him (and probably his friend) inside. He somehow must have thought I was just playing hard to get, and just teasing him by kicking him and trying to escape. I guess in his backward way of thinking, being felt up in the gas station, followed through the mall, and grabbed at in the back of a Wal-Mart would fill any girl’s stupid, horny brain with such overpowering desire that I couldn’t possibly resist jumping into the washroom to let him finally have his way with me.
As sarcastic as that was, it’s a little embarrassing to admit that I was actually, for some reason, tempted to go over there, and I have no idea why I would even think that while knowing what they would do with me. Unfortunately for him I decided that it would be a bad idea to go into the washroom with them (duh). We all left together and as we walked past the bathrooms he didn’t look as disappointed as I expected, considering I was being such a fun wrecker. Maybe he still held out hope that I was going to give in to my lust and crawl back to him, but more likely he had gotten enough satisfaction from everything else that day even if I left without giving him the entire experience, although I’m sure his imagination had no trouble filling all the holes.
We left the mall and were picked up by my mom in her van. I sat through the convocation while my sister got her awards and diploma. It was all pretty boring to be honest; especially compared to how unpleasantly exciting my day had been so far. The rest of the day went really well and was lots of fun, however the whole day I kept thinking I would run into those guys again, since they kept finding me in the mall. While we were taking pictures outside the church where the convocation was I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of trucker dude in the far side of the parking lot for just a moment, although I was almost certainly seeing things as there was no way he could have found out where we were. Still I didn’t want to go and investigate on the off chance it was actually him, since there would be the remote possibility of being dragged into some white van to be used and left in a back alley, which really didn’t appeal to me.
By the end of the day I was past it all though and I was able to totally enjoy the dinner and dance afterward and have lots of fun. It’s not like I forgot about it, obviously I haven’t, but it wasn’t hard to deal with in the end. I’m totally okay and always have been, and I’m still confident I made the right decision in not telling anyone about it, even if everyone here thinks it was a stupid idea. It wouldn’t have improved my life to get the police involved, but it certainly would have ruined Amy’s grad, and I would have been a terrible sister and friend to do that when she was already so upset about her own life.
Anyway that’s the story. Hopefully it’s still good for this board. Any comments, questions, etc. are welcome. I’m totally good with just talking or answering anything because, as I said, I’m not traumatized by it

An American, a German, a Canadian, and a Jew are sent to a deserted island as part of a reality show.
They are told to bring one item each.

1. The American brings a smartphone

2. The German brings a book.
3. The Canadian brings a laptop
4. The Jew brings a blow up doll.

One year later, the Jew has a smartphone, a book, and a laptop.

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10 Commandments to wear leggings
Thursday, November 7, 2013 Written by: Administrator 4 Comments

No doubt the leggings are here to stay, as being a very comfortable garment, women have adopted them as part of your wardrobe essential.

Today it is common to see women on the street wearing leggings of various colors, sizes and pattern being the happiest men, as this piece reveals the silhouette of the women.

However, we must accept that not all women behave properly leggings, as they have overlooked some of the basic rules of dressing, which is why in De10.mx was given the task to list the 10 commandments to use leggings and not die trying ... Notes!

* If you know a friend who has violated any of these commandments, we encourage you to share this information will ... For your sake!

1. Use underwear the same color leggings. This point is crucial, because since this is elastic garment can reveal your pants, and if this is not the same color you see very bad. Black with white or vice versa is the worst.

. Measure yourself before buying leggings.'s Common to find that are "one size fits all", because due to its elasticity can be adjusted, but the reality is that not always the case, you might be loose or tight, so mídetelos early to know whether look good.

Three. The stockings are NOT leggings. Chaos there who think women stockings can also function as leggings, but the reality is that they are too thin and can reveal your underwear and other details ... The stockings are stockings, and leggings, leggings!

April. There are clothes for sports. Yeah they are very comfortable, but that does not mean they are suitable for the gym. Sweat, movements, etc.., Can make showing through and could spend some grief. For gym uses specialized clothing such as a pants.

May. Do not use underwear that you tighten. Because leggings are very thin and conform to your body, if you use underwear you may skip tighten love handles or deface your body, making you did not look well in this piece.

June. Do not use white leggings. A lot of women like them, but the reality is that the garment and the color are very delicate, so any failure will make you look bad, so the recommendation is to avoid them.

July. If you have cellulite are not recommended. As they say, "what fashion suits you." The reality is that leggings are not for everyone, and we must learn to identify when a garment suit you or makes you look bad. So be honest with yourself.

August. Knowing say goodbye. Though they are your favorite leggings and you feel that best fit you, if you are worn and have holes until it's best to say goodbye to them, they have served their purpose and could impersonate a "bear".

9. There are belts. The fact that they are tight does not mean that will shape your figure, so do not try to go much because they might be wrong.

10. Learn how to combine them. Not the same use plain colored leggings with some animal print. Plain colors favor girls with big hips, as the will see thinner prints lie that will see more volume to thin.

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I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

A group of teens were partying by the beach and had decided to leave but their jeep was already past capacity. I had just pulled off the highway to text and could hear them yelling as to who was riding in the jeep. Suddenly my passenger door pops open and this cutie in a bikini asks where I'm heading. There's a couple guys and girls behind her all cheering her on to get a ride with me, obviously tipsy from beers on the beach. She's cute and so I say "where do you want to go?". She said a local golf course nearby as she had to work a tournament at one of the holes. It was a business game, basically a piss-up for guys and bikinis and beers at each hole.

I said ok and she jumped in. All her friends hooted and hollered and clambered back into the open jeep and took off. I took a second to look her up and down. She was a petite little thing, small breasts, super cute face with freckles. The thing that struck a nerve was this magnificent peach fuzz I saw along her body, like a little sexy cat.

I put the car in reverse and slowly backed up, and doing so reached across and touched her hair and innocently said "you do know that you have to pay for this ride right?"

"What do you mean?", she said furrowing her little freckled brow.

"I mean that I want something in return for driving you. Don't be scared honey I'm not going to hurt you, I just want you to stroke me cock as I drive. You don't want to be late for work do you?" Throwing the last part in brought her back to reality. "You can get out", I said, and stopped the car. "It's totally up to you."

She thought about it for a moment. Then another. I could see she was pissed off like a little princess that usually had boys happy to drive her around just to be near her. I liked that. Finally she said "Fine, I'll do it."

I said "great, let's go then", and unzipped my shorts and took out me semi-erect cock and put the car back on the highway. She tentatively reached across and lightly grabbed it. She stroked it gently and it grew to it's full size. I looked across and smiled. She gave me a "fuck you" look, but kept stroking gently. I'm not the biggest guy around but have a decent 7.5" cock. I asked her if she had seen one bigger than mine and she said "Yeah a guy on the football team has an enormous cock he likes to pull out at parties." I asked if she had ever done him and she said "No way, he's gross."

"What's the biggest cock you've ever had?", I asked. She looked away sheepishly. Flushed red a bit from the neck up.

"Yours is the biggest I've ever touched", she said. "I've only had sex with my boyfriend and his is a lot smaller and he's sensitive about it. Can we please not talk about this anymore, it's making me uncomfortable."

"Fine", I said. "So what's the job like at the tournament? Or should I say drunken golf fest, haha."

That got a smile from her, and she told me about how the guys come to the hole and they give out free beer, some cheap business giveaways, and the guys all ogle her and try to chat her up. Once in awhile they give her their business cards and ask her to call them for "special work", which she said was disgusting. I asked how much she was paid and she said $100 for the 4-5 hours of work.

All this time she is stroking my hard cock like a natural. I kept glancing at the cute little sweetie, her little curves and that damn peach fuzz I wanted to touch with my tongue.

"How would you like to double your wages for the day?", I said. She looked at me quizzically, then her eyes widened, as I had a huge grin on my face.

"What do you mean... exactly", she said. "I'm not a prostitute", she said haughtily.

"Well you're stroking my cock for a ride, but I'm sure you don't do it every day", I joked. "I'm just saying that we are here now, and I really think you're a hottie. I'm surprised that you were the last one left behind to begin with. I'm offering some easy cash if you want. Let's say an extra $50 if you take off your top." I grabbed my wallet and pulled out $50 and put it on the dash.

She looked at the cash. She looked at my wallet full of cash. Back to the cash on the dash.

She said "My friends come from privileged families and I'm often not able to hang with them, so they leave me behind most times." She looked down at her knees. Then she looked up and said "but I guess taking my top off is pretty easy and then I'd be able to stay for a drink after work with the rest." So she grabbed the $50 and stuck it in her handbag, then turned to me and said "I don't have much to look at, not sure why you are wasting your money", then proceeded to show me the cutest little puffy tits I had ever seen.

My cock had gone a little soft with her sob story, but jumped back to attention with the new attraction! She noticed and said something like I guess you like what you see.

I asked her what she made in a summer. She figured about 10 tournaments at $100 per plus tips sometimes, so maybe $1200. I said I had about $600 in my wallet, about half her summer's wages, and said "How would you like to earn half your wages in a day?"

Her eyes went wide again.

Hey fellow pervs, tonight a girl that I have known since she was born graduated early from high school. She also just turned 18 and I mean like on Jan. 10.

I have wanted this girl since she was in pony-tails and bobby-sox, but would never do anything to entice such a young girl to do anything sexual. Still I remember getting sly funny smiles from her after I would be carrying her across busy intersections at a trotting pace and wondering to myself why. Only later realizing the reason for that sly little smile that her little panty covered crotch had been pressed up against me as we were bouncing along. This and other memories always fueled a desire for her after this first time.
I also remember another time after she had started to grow breasts. We were playing tickle wars as we did most every time we would see each other. My hand accidentally cupped her new firm little breast when she suddenly closed her arm down while I was tickling her underarm. It made her REALLY laugh, when she saw the expression on my face as I pulled my hand quickly away as to not offend her or anyone else in the room. Secretly though I could hardly contain my excitement or my hard on. She did a good job of helping me after that as she proceeded to lay atop me on the couch in a bit of a half-hearted attempt to subdue me.

I remember wondering later as I thought back and masturbated if she had felt my growing erection in through both the fabrics in our pants. When she climbed onto me with her but to my crotch as luck would have it is when I noticed the shape of her ass in her corduroys. I noticed her beautiful shape fully, visually and physically for the first time then.

From then on it seemed like ever time I saw her no matter who was in the room, her family, my family it didn't matter, she was in my lap playing the tickle game. I mean I think she may have enjoyed it as much as I did. Her being still a young girl, it made me terribly nervous being around our families because I'm sure it was obvious that I wanted her. So for awhile now I have been purposely not engaging in those types of activities with her. Tonight though, at her after graduation party, she started poking me and giving me that old familiar sly grin that I remembered so well. One thing led to another and in-between talking to her and my families she would flirt with me. I mean she was blatantly giving me those looks and telling me quietly little sexual things she liked to do and stuff. Making me hard right there in front of everyone, luckily I had on a hoodie. When I told her she was bad, she said she knows, then as I had to cover myself and catch my breath I said, "I'm bad" she says, "You need to give me your number, so I can text you sometime." Of coarse I gave her my number.

After leaving her party I went to my familiy's house and hung out for awhile, chatting, smoking, drinking and stuff, but the whole time I am there I can hardly contain my excitement to the reality of the situation. I mean I almost had to tell my brother because I couldn't contain myself. I could have I guess but she is the younger sister of my brothers wife and their oldest daughter is but a year younger. I don't think they would approve. That is why I had to come here to my fellow pervs and share my elation and excitement at what I am hoping is going to be the beginning of the best years of my life. Wish me luck all. ;)

And before any of you assholes say, you wish, you lie or pics or it didn't happen, FUCK YOU!!! I know it did happen, and I know what is about to happen and that is all that matters. And as much as I'd like to show you what does happen for your jerking pleasure, I won't be taking pics (unless she's into that)if only so that it keeps on happening. :D

So last week my company sent me on a last minute trip to the other side of country.  On my last night there I went out to a local restaurant for dinner and hooked up with my waitress later that night. I’m a 30 year old man who has a girlfriend and we’ve been dating for the last 8 months.  The town I was in was very remote and restaurant I was at was slow and we got chatting and I told her was my last night i town. When I she gave me the bill she put her number on it.  I got back to my room and messaged her. She told that her shift ended at 10 and I told her which hotel I was staying at which door to met me at.  She showed up we got back to my room and started making out, was long till she was sucking my cock and swallowing my load. I got her cloths off and started eating her out by the time she came I was ready for another round, I put a condom on, got on top and fucked her till we both came. I pulled out of her, took the condom off and we started kissing and play with each other. Once I was hard again she got on top put another condom on and started riding me. She came twice as she rode me and I came in the condom. Afterwards we just lied there and came back to reality. She got cleaned up, dressed and left and passed out. 

I'm 39 and my friends are 43 and 44. They came to visit me with their 21 year ol daughter Weronika. When I saw her my dick hardened. She was so fuckin' sweet and sexy. I talked to her more than to my friends and after some time she told them she was feeling sick and didn't want to go out. I found it as an opportunity to stay with her alone, so I told my friends to go enjoy the city while I'd be staying with her making sure she was alright. They went out and said the're going to be back in few hours. When they left she suddenly started feeling well. We continued talking, she was smiling and laughing very often and I had an impression she was trying to flirt with me, but I thought this was just a dream of an old fart:) Anyway when she started walking around the living room, looking at the pictures, asking questions I was looking at her great body, her sexy ass and dreaming of fucking her hard. My dick was hard as a stone and my balls filled with sperm. I started to compliment her, make dirty jokes and actually flirt with her. She really enjoyed it and seemed to be more and more interested in me. Now I saw that she was clearly flirting with me. I took a camera and wanted to take some pictures of her, but I only had time to take one. After I took the picture I actually attached to this post, she came very close to me and put her hand on my crotch. She looked into my eyes and said: 'I know you want to screw me, look how hard dick you have'. I thought I was dreaming and I was actually shocked but I was far away from losing opportunity to fuck such a sweet, naughty slut. I put my tongue inside her mouth and grabbed her ass, by this time she already had her hand in my pants. She was looking so fuckin' innocent before and it was so fuckin' turning me on. I felt her small, warm, brown hand on my dick, she smelled so nice and she was so childish (she was very short, her smile was a little girl's smile same as her voice). I lifted her up and moved to the bedroom where I sat on the bed. She kneeled down and took my dick out. She was looking at me innocently and jerking me off slowly. With her innocent look she said: 'You're almost my dad's age. Do you like your little daughter playing with your cock, daddy?' It was unbelievable!!!! I thought I was in a fuckin' porn movie, because things like that don't happen in a real world - I thought. I convinced myself that it actually was reality when I felt her little tongue on my dick. She kissed the top of it and put my cock inside her mouth. She was blowing me like a professional cocksucker!! I said: 'Are you a daddy's slut, Weronika?'. She stop licking my dick, looked at me and said: 'I'm your little dirty slut, daddy. I'd do everything for you.' I told her to show me her tits. She took her pullover than her bra off. They were like little, sweet apples, brown with little and hard nipples. I made her stand up and take the rest of her clothes off. She was doing it dancing and singing. Smiling to me. When she was naked I threw her on the bed and started to lick whole her fuckin' body. Her feet, legs, pussy, asshole, belly, tits, neck and face. She was smiling and saying very nasty things. I sat on her belly gently and put my dick between her tits. Fucked her like this for some time. Then laid on her and put my dick inside her wet, brown, bald pussy. She was like a slut. So fuckin' loud and nasty, saying 'Oh daddy, please punish me, give me your sweet milk. I want to feel it in my tighter hole'. And yeah her ass was tight, I licked it, put a lot of butter on it and still it was hard to force my dick inside. She was moaning, saying: 'It hurts but don't stop'. She got all sweated and finally my dick was up her uss. I fucked her for some time, spanked her ass, pull her hair, she was so fuckin' loud. 'I'm your slut, daddy, your little girl'. When I felt I was coming I made her kneel down. I cummed on her face and tits. She picked all the sperm with her fingers and put it in her mouth like she was eating something delicious. I couldn't believe it. When her parents came back we were dressed, sittin on the couch and talking. They didn't notice anything and the next day they just left. I only have this one picture I jerk off to thinking of this slut. Looking so innocent and polite but with a real piece of whore inside. This all happened yesterday and I still feel her smell and her taste. Do you like her. Maybe you have some nasty thoughts about her. Share it, it will turn me on for sure. And of course cum on her picture if you want. I'd love to see it:)

so on some ocassions. the show to catch a predator comes to mind. they end up charging these guys for "luring a minor". when in reality, the "minor" was an old hag, and in truth she was the one doing the luring. so how is this legal? he didn't lure, and the girl wasn't a minor. so how is he still charged with luring a minor?? this shit makes no sense to me, it'd be like a shopkeeper inviting me into his store, happily handing me all his money and telling me to leave, only so i can be arrested outside for robbery

Sexy female paranormal reality television star Heathyr Hoffman from season 1 (2009) of the SyFy channel reality show ghost hunters academy candidly admits on her personal okcupid online dating profile compatibility questionnaire, that she has a sex tape.

I confess I must admit I find it humorous that there are so many trolls here watching the boards.. waiting to jump on a link that even half ass mentions that it might slightly contain a tiny bit of questionable topics concerning children... You wait, and wait, and wait.. and when it finally shows up in some stupid made up confession, you JUMP, like a little frog to make sure you tell the person how horrible you think they are.. You refer them to the fbi, tell them they are goin to hell, tell them they are sick and twisted... BUT.... what about you? What about the person, sitting there, for hours on end watching these boards, just waiting... waiting for the chance to jump on something that has to do with children..... Honestly, it's YOU.. I'm worried about... Really, find a hobby... Watching a message board waiting all day isn't going to be very productive... Unless, of course, and this is my true belief, you get a thrill out of reading the fake confessions, you secretly LOVE to read the twisted stories some of these ppl weave... but then.. you feel so bad, so dirty, when you're done... You're little angel's voice kicks in, and you can't believe you got a hard on with that story, or that your pussy got wet thinking about what's written, that you just HAVE to say something... have to tell them what you think... when in all reality... You should be looking in the mirror when you speak...

that's what I think anyway!

Looking for an older "reality" show where a short hair pizza girl ends up masturbating on cam. I think it was from chick trick or something.

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I confess that I like to jerk off to the reality show "Toddlers & Tiaras"

I confess that i have liked this girl for a long time, but i can never seem to get anywhere with her. She is the same age as me, red hair, pretty good looking, and crazy smart.

The first time that i saw her was in the 8th grade. She was a transfer student and at the time, had a REALLY bad attitude about the small town that i live in. But she was so amazing that the second she walked into the door, time kind of slowed down. (i know it sounds super cheesy, but i had a huge crush on her and was actually not that into any girls at the time) Her and i would argue day after day. She was always so "grumpy" and in return i would pretend that i knew everything. But in reality, I was just happy to be around her when i could.

Over time, she made less friends and more enemies, but her and i would still continue to bicker from time to time. That was until our Junior year, she got to move off to some college as an early grad and i was left here. I still could not completely get her out of my mind, but I began to notice and cultivate a relationship with a redheaded girl a year younger then me. We had been friends since we were close to 4 years old and did a LOT of stuff together like band and church youth. She was always so caring and devoted to helping people and all around a good girl to be around, but i had long since been put into that dreaded friend zone and could never tell her how i felt until about 6 or 7 months ago.

The problem that i have is that the "mean" redhead that was my age, i had written a letter (or rather a long message on the internet) to telling her what i really thought of her. and surprisingly enough, she not only was shocked, but kind of felt the same way too. This put me in a weird position, either pursue the one that i had a major crush on since we met knowing that she would just move off again in a couple weeks, or continue to take care of the one that i saw every day and she had no idea how i felt.

Well i finally decided to go for it and asked the older redhead out to dinner. The only problem, was right before the date was supposed to take place, I had been hanging out with one of my guy buddies and asked the younger redhead to hang out with us. When she showed up, she said that she wasn't feeling well, but didn't want to be alone. She went into the other room and laid down. Even though i was about to go to a very important dinner with a girl that i had a crush on for years, there was my very good friend so sick that i was almost afraid i would have to take her to the hospitable. My guy friend and i picked her up and decided that she needed to go home and rest, so we took her and her car home. I then proceeded to pick up the girl my age and took her to a rather nice dinner. However, the thought of my friend was in the back of my mind the ENTIRE time. All i could think about was i hope she was ok and instead of going out and treating my crush right, i cut the date short and just took her home.

Now from time to time, i still see that crush when she comes home for holidays and summer. and even though i am in college now too, i still think about that night and wonder what if things had been different?

Do you think i did the right thing or did i just screw up a perfectly good relationship because i couldnt get the thought of my friend out of my mind?

Heathyr Hoffman from the 2009 SyFy channel reality TV show "ghost hunters academy" topless photo.

My confession is that for the past 2 years, almost every single day, I have masturbated to the same fantasy involving my girlfriend.

Without her knowledge, I want to share every nude photo and sex video we have ever made together with her dad. I want to watch him masturbate to videos of her. I want him to tell me what type of sex act he wants to see her do next so I can plan to record it with her.

I will give him her dirty panties & vibrator so he can smell and taste her cunt. I want him to cum all over the vibrator so when she uses it next his dried sperm ends up in her body.

On nights when she and I do a blindfold/restraint game, her dad will make up a story to his wife-her mom- about going out to spend the evening with his friends, but in reality he will be silently masturbating from the doorway of our bedroom while I have sex with his beautiful daughter. I want him to hear her moans and watch me fuck her from every angle. When he has had enough ill wave him in close enough to smell her cunt while he silently shoot his load all over the floor next to the bed.

When he's done I'll fuck her for a few more minutes while he leave before cumming inside her.

I want her dad to know every detail of her body. Every time we all get together as a family I'll watch her interact with her mom and dad and get off knowing that while she tells dad about her new job, he's preoccupied with thoughts of her body getting fucked in every hole. I want his daughter to become his real life porn star. I want him to know his daughters cunt better than his wife of nearly 30 years and i want him watching her as she moans, fucks, sucks, orgasms, and leaks cum. The more sexually graphic, the hotter it is to me.

I get off to this fantasy daily...it has been a really long time. I have never shared these fantasies with anyone for obvious reasons, but nothing gets me hornier.

I will share two small photos of her body below, but the pictures won't show very much and I won't post any more afterwards. I would post more if I could, but I can't risk confidentiality. I know this is a morally fucked up fantasy but her dad is the only person I fantasize about taking advantage of her. It is only with him that I get off to fantasizing about treating her like a whore and exposing her to him while she in such a vulnerable position.

I am posting a picture of her vagina, boobs, and a photo of her in panties. Sorry for all of the blurring. i can't figure out how to embed images and it looks like I can only attach one file at a time, so I'll try to attach the other two after posting.

FYI She is white, 5'6, about 130 lbs, 25 years old, brown hair.

"Why do you have a joker tatted on you?" I asked one slow afternoon, while we were in the walk-in fridge together.
" Cause I'm fuckin' crazy." He replied, with a devilish grin on his face. He left me in the walk-in, his voice echoing in my mind. Why would he say that? Was he really crazy or was he just sparking my mind? Honestly, he made me hella nervous.
Weeks go by and there is friction.Everyone in the restaurant notices it.Our co-workers were merciless. My smile is contagious they said, like a "Death Trap" for unsuspecting men, and he had been caught in it. His blue eyes had an equally devestating effect. Everyday i would find a reason to talk to him, to smile at him, to make him notice me. i would go to smoke a cigarette and he would follow me.He would ask questions; where i came from, why i was here of all places, and why i was so nice. No one had ever taken notice to me the way he did. I didnt know what it felt like to be persued by a man and it made me uneasy.
A couple more weeks go by. The flirting continues and to top it all off, a work party is planned. Everyone that was cool would be there, or at least 'cool' in this life. Which meant that everyone who was there would be smoking pot and getting schwasted on cheap vodka. I was the youngest one, the lightweight, the grasshopper of partyers. I had a feeling that something unpleasant was in the realm of possibilities. One shot, two shots....five shots, seven, eleven...fifteen shots later. I go outside for some fresh air and im followed.
" You okay?", He said with a drunken look of concern on his face.
"Yeah dude, I just need some air. I think i may have drank a little too much." I say as i smoke a cigarette, trying to ease my stomach by leaning on the balcony railing. I feel a pat on my head and the door opens then closes. He's gone. I can hear him telling others that im fine, that i said i'd be in after a while. I didnt say that, but i appreciated the extra time to gather myself.
We're all playing poker, the night is bits and pieces thanks to the alcohol. He touches my hand.We're sitting on the floor around the coffee table taking shots.Laughing. Hoping that no-one else notices that our bodies are touching. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. I squeeze back. He smiles at me, brushes his hand across my cheek when i smile back, and lightly pokes at my dimple. I look in his eyes.The deepest eyes I've ever gazed into. The only eyes that i've ever become lost in. The only eyes that have ever left me absolutely breathless. I get nervous, suddenly im possessed with something, and i feel that i know what to do.
I lean in and kiss him. Our lips are soft against eachother. It's like electricity starting at my lips, travelling through my body, waking up my soul. We kiss and time stops. The world slows its turning, the moment is cherished, remembered even in its happenning. As his lips left mine, i knew they would be missed.Not just in the future, but in the moment as well.
And that's how it started, the end of my life. We used to tell eachother thats what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. We knew it would end in disaster, but it just felt so right. We were best friends.Lovers. We were stupid.

***

It's seven o'clock and im waiting for him.We have mondays off and decided to go to dinner and a movie. He has a girlfriend and i know its wrong, but i cant help it. He gets called into work so i wait.it feels like forever.My window blinds are open in my bedroom.Sitting on my bed reading a book i get a text. " You ready :)"

" Well how about Taco Bell dude?" , i had to ask.It was on the way to his house and i dont know why he would want to take me to a sit down restaurant anyways. Scary movies and some fast food.That was us.I wasn't hard to please and neither was He. We make our order, get our food, and head to his house. Getting off of work late had ruined dinner plans and he was kind of on edge.
I was nervous too.The drive to his house seemed so long, when i didnt know my way around town yet. In reality, it was only about fifteen miles from my house. Sure he wasnt a stranger, but in that moment, riding into a dark, heavily wooded area seemed creepy as shit. He relaxed me.Holding my hand, talking about how he hated work and how glad he was that i was with him. We see lights behind us.
"Do you know why i pulled over Mr. Uh Walton?", the State Trooper asked.Tall and gankly, he shined the flashlight into the car. I smile and wave with a Taco bell drink in my hand. He smiles back nodding his head in my direction.
"Your rear light is out, you should get that fixed.It's obvious your just tryin' to make it home.Ya'll have a good night." Mr.Piggy says, handing Him back the license and insurance.
"You're like my good luck charm.If i had been by myself, i woulda went to jail.Haha.Im ready to smoke a joint now." He says driving back onto the road. " We're not too far from my house, just a few hundred feet."

Inside the trailer was nice.It looked like a home. Not just a house decorated to perfection. We walk past the kitchen where his mom is cooking, into his room. I knew he lived with his parents, so i wasnt surprised. We had talked a lot about eachothers lives the past few weeks and were eager to hang out again outside of work.
Halfway through one of the scary movies we argued over zombies and aliens; he kissed me again. I was shy and hadn't tried to make any moves. Laying on his chest i could feel his heart beating in my ear, it was like a war drum. I look up into the ink blotts and surrendered. He cups my face in his hand and sneaks his tongue into my mouth. Im startled, not expecting much from the date in general. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss back. I feel like i've reached nirvana. Entangled in eachother, pulling into one another. I wanted to be close to Him.

He's shaking. I can feel his body quake. He's looking in my eyes and i feel violated. I feel like he can see right into me. He could read my mind if he really wanted to, he looked at me like he knew me so well. Writhing naked underneath him, he kisses me. He kisses me hard and soft, slow and fast. I cant keep my breath, i cant keep up. His skin is silky against mine.Our bodies could make flames with the pace we set, but we flow like water beside eachother. He touches my face and asks me if im okay. I reply with a bite, sure of my abilities.I was wrong. He was causing chaos and i realize i'm in over my head.It's a roller coaster of static under my skin and im on fire. Pulling him closer with my leg's embrace, i tell him im ready.
He gasps and digs deeper . I feel his lust through out my body, making my legs shake and my body rock. His body is solid against my softness and i tense against his pounding. The air is hot and sticky sweet. It was waves of euphoria with flashes of madness. He collapses on top of me and kisses my neck.
"I hope i didn't hurt you," He says while lighting two cigarettes. " I've just needed to touch you for so long.I was nervous.You're beautiful." He kisses my forehead, smiles, and licks my nipple. He is an astonishing specimen of the human male. We've just started off, and im scared. Scared of what i feel and how to not show it. i take a long drag from my cigarette and i smile.i touch his face.
"That was awesome. High five." I breathe out.Lifting my hand to meet his into the traditional High Five. He drives me home and he holds my hand the whole way. He tells me he wants to do everything right so we can be together. That he has to get 'some things' squared away.I know he's talking about his girlfriend.I feel bad, i feel sorry for her. Most of all i knew i would end up just like her.

We both have work tomorrow.I'm thinking of how im going to hide the ginormous smile when i walk into the building. I sleep on it, preparing myself for the shit people will say. My phone buzzes, I havent even taken off my shoes yet. " Ur awesome. have a good nite. ;)" I reply with a happy face and go to sleep.

" Oh my god, you fucked him didnt you?!" Amy yells from across the back of the restaurant.
I immediately blush and turn to put my purse away. I go straight to my register and clock in. I look through the main window and my heart flutters. He's parked in front of the restaurant and walking towards the front door, staring right at me.Smiling while taking a hit of his cigarette. He flicks it onto the sidewalk, exhales, and opens the door. I freeze, half smiling but screaming inside. He walks past me, winks, and clocks in. Amy stands next to me as i package cheese and pepper packets.We look out the window, avoiding eye contact, trying not to laugh.
Finally, she bursts, "How was it? Is he good? how big was his dick? did it last long?"
I laugh and tell her i dont know what she's talking about.She's not convinced.She knows we had sex.Everyone does.They can tell by the way we're playfully avoiding eachother.I could never live down the fuck-on-the-first-date jokes. I didnt care what they said.I was drowning in this man and i didnt want to be saved.

We would text every day, all day if we could.I would spend the night at his house after late nights at work. We would party with his brothers, my brother too. Everything fit just right. We were craving to be closer to eachother.To be able to see eachother more often. We went to parks on our off days, walked on trails, climbed trees, and rode swings. He was the Yin to my Yang.I was grateful for him, i adored him.
The next time we had a date night, i rented a hotel room. It felt so nice to sleep next to him and not be bothered.We didnt have to worry about someone knocking on the door or being seen naked. I told Him i loved him and he didnt say it back. He said he couldnt say it without feeling fair to me.My eyes tear up and he grabs my face.
"That doesnt mean i dont love you babe, it just means i cant say it without it being all the way right." He whispers.I can barely hear him, but it felt like he was yelling at me.He is all i've ever wanted in a mate.He's everything and then some, he had already stolen my heart.He wasn't even mine.We held eachother, unsure of what to say next.We fall asleep and the next day he said it was done, that he wanted me to be his and him to be mine.I was thrilled, in the pit of me, i felt a darkness.
It was Valentines Day and i was driving to his house.We're going to dinner and then getting a room. The chinese food was great.He opened doors and pulled out chairs just as he always did.I would always tell him to stop but he wouldnt.He was a gentleman most of the time.We were ready to be alone again.Driving up to the hotel i tell him its the first time ive celebrated a pointless holiday. He laughs and says, "its only going to get better."
We're in the room and he's drinking orange crush with whipped vodka. I have a small drink, but im not much for alot of alcohol.I pull out a small bag.We both take our ecstacy and begin to drink more. For us, drugs and sex were meant to go together.It just feels so amazing when the effects are at the peak, as well as our bodies.We're coming as close as we can.Skin slick with sweat and alcohol. Im numb, i can feel everything, my heart is racing. I let out a moan as he presses deeper into me. I roll through a wave and cum at the same time.He thrusts stronger, telling me he loves me, commanding me to cum for him.
" i want you to cum hard for me babe.you want me to make it hurt, you want it?" he whispered in my ear with his hand around my throat.He pressed lightly, feeling my pussy clench in reaction to his power. I whined a 'Fuck Yes' and he hammered into me. The rush sweeps over me again and my legs spasm. He bites my pierced nipple and i squeal. He makes my whole body twitch, he enjoys watching me in painful lust underneath him.I give all of myself to him. He can have me any way he wants.
"Oh fuck." I exhale when he lets his hand go. The black was slowly taking over my vision, his release was perfectly timed. He pulls out and brings his cock close to my face. I take him into my mouth, sucking off our sex.
He gives me a playful tap on the cheek with the tip and begins kissing me.Licking my neck, down to my chest, sucking my nipples.My insides feel like lava.He begins to bite down to my stomach, dipping his tongue in my belly button, kissing til he reaches my pussy.
He slips his tongue between my lips, lightly stroking my clit. My honey leaks onto his tongue and he slurps it up. He sucks my clit and pushes his middle finger into my pussy and his pinky into my ass. The nerve confusion sets me off, his hand is dripping, and im rocking against his face. He flicks his tongue back and forth, my hips swaying with the motion of his mouth. I feel him force another finger inside my pink and i squirm to make room.
"you're so tight babe, i love the way you taste.ride my face." He compliments then demands.Im in love with him.He's strong but passionate.He is my other half.I roll over onto his face and begin to ride him.I grind against his tongue slowly, building up tension.Rolling my body to the rhythm of the SIlversun Pickups playing in the back ground. He grabs my ass cheeks, squeezes them and slaps. I look down into his eyes and press my pussy harder on his face.He's smiling, watching my face pout, then smile, slapping my tits and pulling at my nipples. He focuses his energy on my clit.Flicking and turning, cradling the pearl on his tongue.i shake, i say his name, i scream and collapse. He's perfect.He kisses me, pulls me off of him and holds me tight.

It all started when I first met her. She was such a beautiful girl that anyone would had crush on her. It took me a whole year to get in her friend’s list. She was my classmate’s neighbor.
Soon she enrolled in my polytechnic for diploma which can persued after 10th standard.

I was part of mechanical program. She was another. We were been first roaming like friends but her attraction towards me increased day by day. Personally I don’t believe much in love or something like that. But I do believe in some sort of bond of friendship.

She was that girl who entered in my life and had me like there was nothing, we occasionally dated, gone for outing and she fall for me. She asked me whether I love her or not?

I never gave her intention of NO. I wanted her in my life, but deep down in me I was not same person who everyone can see from outside. I had many passing affairs, many times her girlfriends warned her that I was with another girl. She knew I have a very big circle of friends and yes she always trusted in me so she thought i was never cheating on her.

Many times I never managed gave her as much attention as she wanted, but she never complained me about this. She knew I have my business responsibilities, which i started like when I was 14-15. Many peoples including her never knew that those businesses are actual successes and making a ton of money, which I was investing in many places basically because those businesses were not shiny white businesses.

She knew I have to earn for family, which I started due to my mom’s illness which diagnosed as cancer. Back then cancer was a very rare decease. It took my father whole his lifetime saving to get his boys mother back in. but he managed that and I knew it is not working well so I started working.

So in my polytechnic I cheated on her many girls, milfs and whores. She was confident that I am promised to her, she even dreamed of getting married, having kids together. One day when my mom dad were out of town so she came my home to give me surprise, but she got surprised by me.

I was cheating with her best friend. She was sobbing outside the door and I was with her best friend inside room, when I fininshed I heard someone sobbing so I came out of room and saw her. Her friend tried to explain her but she was crying constantly. I asked her friend to leave, she evaporated like moisture. I held her chin and there was anger in her eyes. She slapped me, many times even tried to hit me with many things, but I was trained to take many times punishment what she was giving and then hugged me.

She cried in my arms like for half hour, I didn’t had courage to separate. But she made mind and asked me “she isn’t the first one?” I nodded. Another slap in my face.

I looked her in eyes and told “you can’t handle my dark side, so it will be better if someone else should face it”

She “is that all?” I nodded again.

Until this time just her mom knew about me and him. She locked herself in room constant crying and she didn’t touched her food for a day. Then her dad come to know about me via her mother.I apologized to her and fed her.

But there was something, we both were from same caste (yes I am an Indian) but her father hated me, even her mother, there were many reason, I was a bad boy. I belonged to visually lower economical class of society and my businesses were not as good in terms many things. Her father was a bank officer and her mother was teacher whereas my father started path in more hard working class. My mom always loved her but in her family all I received was hate.

When she started meeting me again I made it clear that I will continue my relations with other girls/ women and that day I told her whole truth about cheating. It was hard for her but deep down she thought be changed so she continued.

After some years I got a big contract so I shifted temporarily to another city, in which part she survived long distance relationship for a year, when I cheated on her like every night. But when I returned I was different man in my professional life I was punctual but in my personal life I got drinking problems.

She was so worried about me and my drinking habit and it started reflecting on her academics. She use to cry all night long and gone in depression. But the deal breaker was her niece who was 2-3 years younger to her. She got attracted to me, I took some interest in knowing her intentions. She once caught me with her when I supposed to be at another place with my guy friends. It was too easy for her to get attracted to me, I am tall, stud, handsome(some girls think of) with witty and charismatic personality.

At that day I realized what I was doing with her, messing with her emotions. So I decided to cut her loose. It was painful for her but I did it for her own good. I wanted a good future for her, a good, loyal husband who can be with her and only her. I failed in every of these conditions so i gulped reality.

It took a year for her to come out of breakup. She got a good respectable job. As it was much discreet relationship so her mother pushed her towards arranged marriage thing. Which come out to be my cousin, but she wasn’t agreed to this.

Her mother came and begged me for her, at that point she and my cousin both were confused. I thought I would be good for both of them as both of them are good fellas so they might have good marriage. I agreed my brother to meet her, but getting her ready for meeting him was the real deal.

And I tricked her I texted her to come at meet point. She was very happy, even her mother was surprised what I had did that this dead girl started dancing to meet. When she reached café she was absolutely stunning, but later shocked after noticing my cousin. She got furious, but I managed situation and manipulated both of them into thinking that they both are perfect match, while having that I cleared to my cousin that I had passing affair with her in past but it didn’t worked out, I cut her loose so that she don’t have to suffer. He bought my story and then tricked her into thinking that he is the guy who is made for her.

My intentions were clear; I wanted her happy in married life. After her marriage I maintained my distance from her nad my cousin. Years passed my mom passed away, she was there at the last moments of my mother two years ago. After 2 years she met me one month ago and requested me to have some time with her.

So we had a lunch where she told me she and her husband cant have a baby and her in laws family having expectations from her. I didn’t asked her why it was never been my concern, even didn’t advised her anything just told her whenever she want to talk I will be there for her. Atleast I can talk to her when she is sad.

Since many years the point when I know myself I have been very numb to emotions. Never showed any emotion to anyone. Deep down I was dead. I lived from outside just to have fun with women and money. As I have seen poverty in my childhood money had made deep scar in my mind. After my mom’s death everything changed I lost track of pleasure from women my life was single motivated to money satarted showing off that I am rich but that was the point when I became truly dead. I was very successful in my professional life but in my personal life I just lost track by miles.

Last night she showed up at my door, it was late night, she was crying. I took her inside. She didn’t said anything so we sat down for half hour. I guessed either she had fight with her husband or inlaws or with her parents, but I dint asked. I left to my bedroom where she followed me, hugged me tightly, but I didn’t want her to cheat on her husband knowing she might regret that forever. Well I had done it with her before but now time has changed she is married.

So I poured some whiskey for both of us. I know she can’t handle alcohol too much. She talked to me for an hour about things we had with. And then she passed out. I left room called her husband that she is at my home, he wanted to come, I smelled some bullshit going on, so I told him that she need some time alone. I think she need some time to sort issues out.

Wake up early told maid to wake her up at time and instructed driver to drive her to job, wait there for her and take her to my home again for some days. I am leaving town for 3 days left note to wait for me as I have to take care of business.

Her husband works at town which is pretty much not so close so he come to her for weekends, and she is living in my town with her in laws.

As far as her end I don’t want her to cheat on husband and regret that forever, as she and her husband both are emotional guys, both earns much but both are not emotional punch bags like me. As far as my end I don’t want to have my cousins wife and mess around in my family as I have to maintain some prestige.

I am in dilema what i should do.

Thank you for reading.

I am a married man who got curious and sucked cock a few years ago.

After years of watching big dick porn, I had to find out what it was like to give head. My wife knew about my interests and we would talk about it when we fucked. Without telling her what I was up to, I made a post on a website looking for a dick to suck.

After a few uninteresting replies, I finally got a very good reply. A guy was staying at a local hotel and just wanted his dick sucked. He did not want to talk, get to know me or anything. His instructions were "I'll be nude on the bed with the door unlocked. Come in, suck me, leave." He attached a photo of an eight inch penis that was almost too good to believe.

I drove over there, found the room, entered and there he was nude on the bed and his cock was as big as it looked in the photos. I went right over to the bed and took it in my hand. It was warm and heavy but had that familiar feeling of holding my own hard-on. I stroked it some then leaned over and put my lips on his shaft and licked it. Not bad. After licking it for about 30 seconds, I got on the bed between his legs, held his shaft up and put my mouth above it. I decided to got for it and locked my lips down on his cock and started to bob my head. I thought "well now I'm officially a cocksucker."

I soon found out that sucking a huge dick is hard work. I eventually got him to finish but it took about 15 minutes and my jaw and throat were sore from the sucking and thrusting of his cock. When he came, his cum splashed the back of my throat and filled my mouth. I swallowed about half and let the rest slide out onto his cock. I got up, wiped my mouth and left the room. Job done.

I took a short video of the action and later that evening I told my wife what I did and showed her the video as proof. Needless to say we fucked like crazy that night. For months to come, when we fucked, I'd whisper in her ear "he came in my mouth" and she would instantly orgasm.

Confession #2: my own dick never did get hard when I was in his room. I wasn't turned on. After the initial contact and thrill of actually doing it wore off, I felt awkward and self conscious. It is not something that I would do again. Turns out, it is a better fantasy than reality for a straight man. I also count myself fortunate that it turned out well. Meeting a stranger could go badly in any number of ways. If you feel that you must satisfy your curiosity, be safe.

Had an earlier version of this story I wrote in a different post, but decided to re-post here so it didn't get lost in the piles of old threads:

Emily had just turned 14 the day before. Now she found herself bent over a desk at the front of the room in her 8th grade health class. Her shirt was pulled up around her neck, and her small, puffy breasts were hanging over the edge of the desk. Her dress was flipped up and her panties pulled down around her ankles. She was a randomly selected volunteer for that day's experiment: qualitatively and quantitatively assessing the human physiological response to sexual stimuli.

The teacher had his large hand on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and wiping her asshole with a soft, damp sponge. He said to the class, "I need someone to come up here and administer the stimulation. Who wants to volunteer?" All the boys in the class raised their hands, while the girls looked down at their desks or giggled to themselves, keeping their arms down. "I need a female volunteer, that way Chelsea won't feel so self-conscious. Anna, why don't you come up here and help?"

Anna, 13 years old, a small, shy brunette walked to the front of the class and looked down at her shoes. One of the boys yelled, "Haha, Anna's a lesbo!" The teacher retorted, "We'll not have any outbursts in this class. This is an educational experience and we're doing this for the sake of knowledge." He turned to Anna. "Okay, Anna, start off by applying gentle pressure to her anus and see how she responds." Hesitantly, Anna took her finger and ran it over Emily's asshole. Emily's anal muscles spasmed slightly at the feeling, causing Anna to pull away in surprise. The teacher said, "It's, okay, nothing to be frightened of. Everyone, record that reaction in your notes. Anna, put some of this lubricant on your thumb and press on Emily's anus until you're just able to penetrate it."

As Anna took her lubed thumb and pressed, Emily's face flushed with embarrassment. When Anna's thumb finally entered her asshole, her expression changed to one of shock and surprise, quickly inhaling and emitting a small moan. "Very good Anna," said her teacher, "now I want you to take your free fingers and slowly massage Emily's vulva." Emily She closed her eyes in shame, feeling her pussy quickly growing wetter as Anna executed the command.

"Okay," said the teacher, "I want everyone to come up here and get a close look at what's happening." The other students gathered in close. The teacher grabbed one of Emily's breasts and angled it toward the rest of the students. "Notice how her skin is becoming more flush and the tissue in her breasts is swelling slightly as she becomes more aroused? Henry, come over here and get your face in between Emily's legs. Can you see how the same thing is happening to her genitals? Take a good whiff and see if you can smell the secretions her vagina is producing." Henry, a blonde, slight boy of 13 did as he was told. "Yuck! It smells gross!" He quickly pulled his head back from between Emily's legs. The teacher looked at Henry, amused. "It's an acquired taste, but you'll come to appreciate it. Anna, thanks for your help. There is some hand sanitizer on my desk for you to use." Anna pulled her thumb out of Emily's butt, much to Emily's relief.

"Okay," said the teacher, "now that we've conducted some initial qualitative observations, let's collect some quantitative data.” He produced from his desk a device similar in shape to a rabbit vibrator. “What I have here is a vaginal pressure and moisture sensor with an attached clitoral stimulator.” The teacher spread Emily's pussy lips and inserted the device, aligning the outer branch of the device directly next to her clit. He leaned down next to her ear and said in a consoling voice, “It's okay Emily, I know this is probably a little embarrassing, but just try to relax and enjoy yourself so we can gather some good data.” He stood up and addressed the rest of the class. “The device is connected to the laptop on my desk. We'll use that to control the amount of stimulation applied and it will display the Emily's vaginal contractions on a graph, where we have time on the x-axis and intensity of the contraction on the y-axis.”

He clicked on the computer's control screen and turned the clit vibrator up to 10%. The students alternated between watching the flickers of pleasure and embarrassment on Emily's face and the graph showing a slowly increasing moisture level and only small, occasional vaginal contractions. “Okay,” said the teacher, “what's everyone's hypothesis for what will happen to moisture levels and contraction intensity when I increase the stimulation?” In a bored voice, indicating the students' frustration with such an obvious question, they said in unison, “they'll increase...”

The teacher increased the vibration intensity to 50%. The sudden jolt caused Emily to twitch, and after a few seconds, she closed her eyes and began breathing more heavily. “Very good,” said the teacher, “the graph confirms your hypotheses.” Let's see what happens when we introduce an outside impulse stimulus. He leaned over and whispered something to Tony, the 14 year old boy standing next to him. “Everyone watch the graph as I count down. 3, 2, 1, now.” Tony spanked Emily's ass with an open hand, causing her emit a small moan as her body tensed. “Everyone see that big pulse on the contraction part of the graph? That's from Tony's impulse stimulus. Okay, Tony, please increase the stimulation to 100%.”

Tony clicked on the control application and the room filled with the sound of the vibrator buzzing firmly against Emily's clit. Within seconds, her leg began to shake. The convulsions worked their way up her body until she was completely within the throes of an intense, aura inducing orgasm. “Everyone watch: see how strong the vaginal contractions become during orgasm? This is an indication of female pleasure and can also bring intense pleasure to a male partner during intercourse.” Very few students were in fact watching; most of the male students struggled to hide their erections, while the female students watched with glee as the boys fiddled to position their hard-ons in a less conspicuous manner.

“Alright. Thank you, Emily, you've been a wonderful volunteer. You can go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Take the rest of the class period the recover and get your notes from someone else to take home for the homework assignment.” Emily pulled the vaginal sensor out with a small queef, which prompted laughter from the rest of the class. She would have blushed if she could have, but her face was already flush from her recent quaking orgasm. She pulled her shirt back on, flipped her skirt down, and walked as quickly as she could from the room.

“For the rest of you still here, I want to you pair up into teams of two, one boy and one girl in each. We're going to recreate what you just saw with Emily, but this time each boy will assess the vaginal contractions of his female partner using his own handy, built-in pressure sensor. To start off, each boy will need an erection. Please pull down your drawers, gentlemen, and let your partner inspect your state of rigidity. Girls, if your partner is not fully erect, apply gentle oral stimulation until he is. Be gentle though, as some of these guys may be quite sensitive and we don't want to cause a premature ejaculation. If he is, go ahead and give his scrotum a lick, just so he doesn't feel left out.”

All the boys stood next to their desks while the girls kneeled in front of them. Some were hesitant to look when their partner produced his penis, but eventually all the girls worked up the courage to touch the mostly hairless cocks in front of them. Most of the boys were still sporting boners that are the product of youth, though a few had lost them out of shy nervousness. The teacher walked around to confirm that each girl was applying proper suction to her partner's penis or was licking his balls until they were ready to move on. “Everyone, raise your hand if your team is ready to move on to the next part of the activity. Okay, it looks like we can go ahead.”

Standing at the front of the room, the teacher said, “Girls, I want to you bend over your desk like you saw Emily doing earlier. Please either pull down your pants or pull your skirts up and remove your panties so your partner has clear access to your vagina. Also, please raise your hand if you've had your first period already.” About two thirds of the girls raised their hands. The teacher went around and handed condoms to their male partners. “The school is short on funding, as always, so only the boys who are with girls at risk of getting pregnant are going to use condoms today.”

“Boys, with the help of your partner, I want you to penetrate your partner's vagina. Do NOT thrust once you get inside. I know you want to, but if you do, I'm sure a good number of you won't last long and you'll miss the point of this experiment—we want you to be able to properly feel the vaginal spasms of the female orgasm when it comes.” The boys awkwardly attempted to enter the girls in front of them, some having an easier time than others, but all eventually finding their way in.

“Girls, once you have your teammate's penis fully inside you, start rubbing yourself however you like in a way that will allow you to achieve orgasm. If you're having difficulty, let me know and I'll do what I can to help.” The group of girls, ranging from 12 to 14 years old, now fully accommodating a range of small, solid penises inside them, reached between their legs and began frigging themselves. Some of the more adventurous girls occasionally groped their partners' smooth balls, while all the boys tried their very best to keep fight the urge to grind against the girl in front of them.

Eventually some of the girls began to moan, and could feel themselves approaching their goal. Stephanie was the first to find herself falling into an orgasm, and as she did, her 13 year old pussy muscles clamped furiously around her partner's cock. Tim had been thinking about baseball and dead penguins when he was jerked back to reality as he was milked hard and fast by Stephanie's pulsing pussy. It was too much for him and he felt a sudden tightness and then a wave of pleasure as he ejaculated deep inside her.

This scene repeated itself again and again until only one team was left, a 12 year old girl and her 13 year old partner. Aimee called the teacher over and explained to him that she'd never orgasmed before and wasn't exactly sure how. “It's okay, not a problem. Let me see if I can help you.” The teacher positioned himself under the pair of students. He had also noticed that her partner, Henry, the boy who had been less than thrilled with the smell of pussy, had begun to lose his erection, so he alternated between licking Aimee's clit and tonguing the crease of Henry's balls and the bit of his shaft not completely burried in the young girl's twat. As Henry's erection returned, the teacher focused his entire attention on Aimee's tiny clit and firm, peach fuzz-covered labia, holding her skinny thighs to give himself leverage. The girl squirmed slightly, but eventually found a spot she liked and pressed back against her teacher's probing tongue. Soon enough, she too began to quake and gasped suddenly as her insides began pulsing around Henry's cock. She could feel Henry's cum fill her up while her teacher gradually lessened his attack. She collapsed on her desk and let out a quiet sigh.

The teacher returned to the front of the room and looked out at the boys leaned over their young female partners, hips tightly against their firm asses covered with tiny goose bumps as their cocks wilted and slowly fell out of the tiny, dripping pussies. “Good job all. Class dismissed.”

Gabriella had short bobbed black hair, with high cheekbones and a sultry long neck. She decided to hit the club alone, she was so tired of her friends not being able to go out with her. She found a nice black super tight skirt and put it on.
“Fuck wearing any panties, or a bra for that matter. I’m fucking desperate as fuck,” she murmured to herself as she got dressed. The dress glided over her pale white skin, caressing her curves. If she didn’t get laid tonight there was no hope she ever would. Gabriella knew she was hot, and she needed some nice hard cock.
Gabriella arrived at the club, techno music vibrated the walls and floor as people danced to the rhythms. She was already getting a few looks from a few guys, and even girls. She slowly walked up to the bar, and the bartender cocked an eyebrow at her, looking right at her cleavage.
“Can I help you miss?”
She ordered a domestic beer, and started scoping the crowd. She sat on the barstool and realized her pussy was in view of everyone since she wasn’t wearing panties, so she crossed her legs. A few guys noticed her, as if they could smell her scent across the room. A tall man with dark hair walked towards her.
“Hey, I’m going to be upfront with you – you gave the crowd a nice show.”
Gabriella laughed, then looked into his eyes, “well I hope the show was worthwhile.”
The man blushed, “Yeah, you’ve got half the guys out there hard.”
“What about you? You limp?” She asked biting her lip
“No, I’m hard as fuck,” he said pressing his hard dick against her.
“Now now, looks like you have a bit of a situation that needs to be remedied. How do you think we should take care of this?” Gabriella was smiling. Her eyes twinkled as they met his.
“Parking lot? I’ve got an SUV with tinted windows, I’ll fuck you really good,” he was practically begging her.
She felt his cock pulsating through his pants and gently stroked it with her hand.
“Nice and big,” she said getting up from the barstool and kissing him, leaving a smudge of lipstick on his lips, “take me to your love chariot, own this pussy.”
The dude could hardly walk. She put her arm in his and they walked outside of the club to his SUV.
He unlocked it, “um, I didn’t bring condoms tonight I totally wasn’t expecting this to happen.”
“I don’t like latex,” Gabriella kissed the man’s neck and he felt her breasts pushing against him. He unlocked his SUV with his remote and they both hopped in the backseat. Gabriella pushed the man down and unzipped his pants, she pulled his pants down with ease as her mouth wrapped hungrily around his dick. Her hands started tugging at his hard cock as her mouth sucked, licked and twisted.
She could feel the guy was already going to nut, so she stopped sucking on him and started kissing his body slowly, working her way up to his lips. She hiked up her dress as their lips met. His cock pulsated as he could feel her wetness dripping down on him as he kissed her. She gently guided him inside. The man grabbed her breasts, pulled down her top revealing her perfect tits.
Gabriella pushed down on the man’s cock, she wanted all of him inside her.
“Yeah, fuck me,” she moaned as she rode him, “fuck this little slut’s pussy good baby.”
Wet juices dripped down his cock as his precum mixed with her juices. His hips thrust up as her pussy swallowed his cock. He could feel her sharp fingernails digging into his chest as she bucked up and down back and forth on him.
“Oh yeah, give me that cum!” She screamed, leaning down, gently biting his lip, tasting his saliva.
The man grabbed her soft round pale ass, clenching it and she felt his cock starting to pulsate.
“Yessss,” she moaned.
“I’m cumming…” he could barely talk. His cock throbbed, ejaculating cum deep in her. She pushed down on his cock deeper; pushing it as far as it could go inside her as she felt the warm glow of his eruption.
Gabriella screamed with pleasure, his warm hot cum in her was ecstasy. She kept riding him as he came, she could feel his cum dripping out of her as his cock throbbed, slowly getting more limp. She kissed his neck slowly, her tongue tasted his warm flesh. She lightly nipped his neck with her teeth.
“Oh, no hickies ok baby?” He told her, but she was in another world. She licked and sucked on his neck, but it felt so good to him. He could feel her tongue licking into his neck as she bit softly. His cock slowly retracted from her pussy, and she kept sucking and licking his neck.
“I mean, whatever you want to do is good too, you just let me cum in you and I just met you… so it’s all good,” he said as her hand grabbed a handful of his hair, her lips on his neck like a vacuum.
She moaned and he began to feel a little dizzy, she kept sucking and he felt as if he was being consumed… yet it felt so perfect, time stopped for him and he was enchanted. She stopped sucking his neck and kissed him on the lips. Her face was caked with blood, his blood. She looked into his eyes and he couldn’t panic, all he felt was peace, he felt loved. He didn’t care that his blood was spraying all over the car with each beat of his heart. He didn’t care that this woman was licking the blood from his neck. She smiled at him, showing gleaming white fangs. The last thing he ever saw was her open mouth moving towards his neck again.
“I love you,” he gurgled.
Every time Gabriella had to drink blood, she really never had a plan on what to do with the body when she drained it. Sometimes she’d think of creating another like her, and let the vampiric infection take hold – but in a lot of ways she enjoyed the freedom of feeding off of anyone she wanted. She loved mounting mortal men and feeling their seed trying to find its way to create life as she took a life.
She ripped a peace of the man’s shirt off and cleaned the blood from her face and tossed it on him. She looked around his car, it was a nice car but she made a mess of it. She just wanted to see his dying face as his blood sprayed out of his neck. She always loved to watch the last seconds of life, the final exit from this reality. Maybe she felt love for the people she drank, or maybe it was some sick fetish of hers that had psychological roots from when she was mortal. She shook her head and frowned. She could barely remember when she was mortal, it was so long ago.
Gabriella stepped out of the man’s car, leaving his limp body slumped in the back seat. His pants were still down, cum dripped from his limp cock onto the seat.
She felt a little bad for him, but she was hungry. She wouldn’t have to do this for another couple of months. She could feel his cum trickle down her leg as she shut the car door. Gabriella walked off into the night.

This was supposed to be our new sexless reality, After about 8 months she had started to feel guilty about being the other woman in my life even though te reality of my home life meant that I often spent far more time with her then I did there. Our relationship started with one simple rule "no expectations, no committment", she had never intended on sleeping with a married guy but we had one of those attractions that drew us to one another and within a couple of months things became more complicated. Our bedroom chemistry had made it hard to keep our hands off of each other when we were together, we would just lounge in bed naked all day talking and fucking sometimes.

That night we went to the bar where we usually hung out with our friends, I had not exactly been discrete about my affair, in some part of my mind maybe I wanted to get caught to try to get out of a bad marriage that an unexpected pregnancy kept me around for. We had the conversation earlier that week that her guilt was getting the best of her and that she wanted to just try to be friends. I wasn't on board with the decision but I pretended I was to show "respect for her decision". I knew her well enough to know she just couldn't turn her feelings for me off, I filled needs for her both in and out of the bedroom. Like most of the girls that are drawn to me she had daddy issues with an alcoholic father that had abandoned her.It made it hard for her to leave guys that didn't leave her.

As the night played out it didn't take long for us and just about everyone else in the bar to figure out that we weren't quite done yet.I pounded Newcastle while she had a few vodka soda's and listened to some music from the band and flirted and played mind games with each other like we did before we ever fucked. By about 1AM she was practically on my lap reaching her hands down my pants and apologizing for thinking about leaving me.

We left the bar and went outside to a beautiful early fall night, my house obviously wasn't an option and her's was a little far away, I always had a blanket or beach towel in the car and a spot came to mind pretty quick behind my old elementary school that was nearby.

We walked up to the circle of picnic tables in a lightly wooded area behind the school and I laid the beach towel down on one of the tables. I had barely finished laying the towel out before I had my tounge in her mouth and my hands on her amazing tits. She was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination but those tits were, she was a natural 34 D and they hung perfectly, I told her they were like a pair of great tits you would see in a movie from the 70's before silicon fucked so many great racks up. Otherwise she was about 5'4 135, dark brown hair with red highlights and milky pale white skin that some might call alabaster. She worked out and she was a little thick in some places but never fat.

We sat down on the table and started kissing with her on top of me, we tossed off the clothes that were neccessary and just started to let our hands and mouths explore each other. After a minute I grabbed her by the hair (which she loved) and laid her on her back so that I could attack her pussy with my mouth. She was a little OCD about being clean so her pussy was always immaculately clean and freshly shaven (the fact that it was shaven that night is probably a good sign she knew her just friends idea wasn't going to work).Her pussy was basically perfect, a clit that was easy to find with your toungue but not overly prominent and smooth lips that sat flush to her crotch leaving nothing hanging and making her really tight. I buried my face in her pussy and licked slowly around it then up and down the lips on either side before going after her clit.

She was a girl that came often and loudly, fucking her made you feel like a rock star. It was only a couple of minutes after I started tounging her clit while working her G-spot with my finger before she was coming hard bucking her hips against my face.I licked her asshole as she went over the edge and she came so hard that she was soaking wet. She pulled my up by my hair this time and said "I need you to fuck me".

She loved hard from behind with hair pulling and ass slapping and that night my drunk ass was going to give her exactly what she wanted. I put my hands around her hips and stood her up next to the table, she had to put her elbows on the table to raise her ass up just a touch to compensate for our height difference (I'm 6'4 if anyone cares). I was as hard as a rock and she was soaked by this point so I entered her. By this point her pussy was so hot and felt so good I had to give myself a second to get accustomed to it so I didn't lose my compusure,just having a cock in her was making her happy for the second so it was working for both of us. I started slowly at first but it only took me a minute to find my rythym and start stroking powerfully. I don't have a gigantic cock but what I do have was certainly doing the job and I am a big guy so when I fuck it comes with power behind it,I pulled her hair back with one hand while I vigorously reached around to handle her tits or slapped her ass with the other. Things were building and speed was picking up, we were both going extremely hard, it was like the thought of losing each other had made the sex even better.

I didn't intend what happened next but then again it kind of worked out so I am not complaining either.I slipped out of her pussy and when I went back in lets just say the connection had changed. I had never had her ass before, we had talked about it but her prior experiences had been less than stellar. By the second or third push I realized what had happened but I wasn't going to stop until she stopped me. Then she did the greatest thing ever, she reached back and started fingering her clit which I took to mean green light go. The combination of the relaxation from alcohol, the sex and how wet we both were by that point from fucking had made the tough part of getting it in easy and now she was enjoying me fucking her ass.

I was not going to last long at this point because of how hot it was that I was fucking her ass for the first time and the fact that she was into it was putting me over the edge. There was only one decision left, where was I going to drop my load. Usually she swallowed it or I pulled out and shot it on her somewhere (We used rubbers the first two times we fucked but we both hated them and that was it for them). I had to make the decision whether I was going to pull out or put my load in her for the first time in her ass. I opted for plan B and my balls pulled tight to my body as I emptied them into her asshole, i felt like I squirted a gallon of cum in there because it took forever but it felt amazing.

That wouldn't be the last time I got in her sweet little ass but the first was certainly the most memorable.

I wrote some erotica about a reality TV star from 6 years ago. Her name is Heathyr Hoffman and she was on a SyFy channel reality show called ghost hunters academy in 2009.

https://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?url=heathyr-hoffman-ghost-sex

So I have been considering writing a confession for a while now about my (very) limited experience with my mother and our sexual experience. Though it will take a while to write it all out, hopefully it won’t end up so long it will be unreadable!

A little back story, and my thoughts and views on what went on with me leading up to all of that. When I was young my parents split (like most anymore for a long time now), and I actually lived with my Dad. My mother would get us every other weekend like any typical visitation rights. Well when I was (too young to say on the web) she lived in this apartment and she had us for her month in the summer (or at least I think it was, might have been on a regular visitation), she was laying on the couch reading (dressed of course, we were never as open of a family as people here seem to be). I laid on the couch next to her and was pretending to read with her. In reality I had placed my hand on her thigh as I lay there, and I had moved it around as nonchalantly as someone of that age could, what I was attempting to do I managed to accomplish, I had moved my hand around enough so that the side of my hand was resting and touching her pussy through her pants. At that age it’s kind of hard to really do much than really feel the excitement of it. I don’t know if she ever had gotten at what I was doing, but now later in life I find it hard to believe that she didn’t get at least a little idea of what it was I was doing. No one at that age is what you could call conspicuous. I had done similar things on a few other occasions, but that one stands out as it was the first time I tried, and with such success. Sometime after the reading incident she found my (admittedly large porn collection for that age), she didn’t do much more than confront me and let me keep them. I would try and sneak peeks at her as well to try and see her naked and such as well, which is pretty typical behavior (though I never did get a very good look at her nude), pretty much through my life when I could up to when I left home (I had eventually moved in with her when she moved to another state).

When I was in my teens I would fantasize about her some while I masturbated, and had even tried to put myself in a situation where she would “catch” me doing so. To my knowledge she never did see, and if she did, seemed to just let it go without a word. I know she did read stories in these little publications (no I don’t know what they were called), but most of the stories were about incest. I don’t know which of the stories she liked reading out of those, but wish I did, and what she thought about when she was lol.

As time went on I ended up in a relationship, although I wouldn’t say those thoughts of her had ever gone away, they weren’t in so time consuming as they had been when I was younger. So for a long time I didn’t do much to further my seeing her naked thing. As my marriage went on it went south, and ended up getting separated. It kind of brought things back about my Mom. I obviously didn’t live at home, and was quite some distance away. At that time I got most of my sexual release from the internet and on cam. As time went on I began to fantasize more and more about her again.

One day I was particularly lonely horny and was surfing porn (I won’t mention how old I was, but I was beyond my 20’s by this time). I got on messenger and saw she was on, I was already stroking and decided to get brave and just ask her to view my cam. I didn’t say a word to her just sent her a request to view my cam and sat waiting for it to confirm she was viewing. When it finally said she was viewing I was so excited, I can’t remember being so excited in such a long time. It was amazing. I was a little too excited though, sadly, thinking she was watching was too much for me and I didn’t last very long, maybe five minutes. It was rather embarrassing really lol. When she never said anything through the whole thing I got self-conscience and closed it thinking she was mad. What I didn’t know was that she had accepted and went to move clothes around to the drier and get another load started in the washer. Epic fail, most epic of all fails as far as I’m concerned. I got pretty self-conscience over it, and had sent her a couple of confusing emails to her asking her what she had thought about it, apologizing if I had offended or made her mad. I finally got a chance to get back on messenger to talk to her about it, and found out what had happened and that she didn’t know what I was talking about. I almost bowed out of the situation entirely because I was having second thoughts about it. In the end I just told her I would just do it again. I sent her a cam request again and she stayed there to wait for my cam to come up with me stroking already, close up of my hard cock. I remember being so insanely nervous and scared. When it finally showed it had come up on her side I gave her a little bit to say something. When she didn’t say anything I asked her if she liked it. She never did say if she did or didn’t, but kept watching. She just asked me “why”. I told her because it would turn me on, and I thought it would be fun, I don’t remember if I had said anything else besides that honestly. We talked a little bit while I stroked on cam and she watched, she continued to watch right up until I came with cum running down the side of my cock and hand. I came so hard that time. We talked a little after I was finished, I don’t remember what was said specifically. We ended up camming somewhat regularly for a while, and she even started getting on cam so I could watch her while she played with her vibrator as well. It was so hot and fun, and even sent her quite a few pictures of myself for her to enjoy when I couldn’t be on cam with her when she was in the mood.

I ended up moving closer, not to the area, or close enough to go see her, but to a closer time zone anyway. As it turned out that wasn’t exactly for the best, as it threw off our schedules, and we didn’t ever get another chance to play together. There was so much more I wanted to show her though.

That has continued on to this day. I have mentioned it to her off and on since, and I am now seeing someone in another serious relationship. I opened up to her, and told her about all of this. She has been more than supportive, and has even said it would turn her on again if my Mom and I played together again. I did tell my Mom that I told her, and what she said, she said she would think about it, but hasn’t said anything about it since. I have sent her pics of me, and me and my girl having sex even. My girl and I have talked a lot about how fun and hot it would be to be more intimate with my Mom. Even so far as to being able to have sex for my Mom on cam while we watch her play with her vibe. Or even more fun if we had sex with her in the room watching us. My girl has said she would love to lick her pussy even. She is so amazing to not just be so supportive of this, but to want to be involved, even if I have tried to get her to talk to my Mom about it to no avail lol.

I miss how close it had made us seem while we were playing together, and were so open together. I’m not sure how much she thinks about it, but I do think about it quite a bit. I’m not even sure how much, if she looks at them, let alone kept those pics I sent to her. I like to think she still has them and looks at them. Along with the newer ones I had sent to her. I asked her for a pic not long ago, but I haven’t gotten one yet. I’m also not sure if she liked playing for me and watching me play, but I would think so considering we had so many times. At the same time I hope I hadn’t hurt her or made her feel uncomfortable. That’s pretty much it though, and hopefully this wasn’t too long.

I confess!
So, Saturday I was forced by my girlfriend (She is 23 and I’m 25) to go to her older sisters (Who is 32 and has two kids) Halloween party. Now this is not a complete problem but I hate partying and getting drunk. Anyway, I drive up us up there and we go in. My girlfriend is 5 foot 5 and a bit and is wearing a very slutty costume, showing off her massive arse and her big tits. I on the other hand went simple I was a pirate. My girlfriend says hello to her sister and her uncle and we both take a drink (I had water) and sit at the table. It was dead. I ask the sister, lets call her Ann whom is 5 foot 7 with love big tits the size of watermelons, where is everybody? Turns out we got there half an hour early and the middle sister was turning up with her kids too. Ann was wearing a lady Frankenstein get up with wig and face paint and was not wear shoes or sock, just saying I have a huge thing for female feet and she has damn nice feet but by this point I was board so I sat on the couch in the living room.

I was watching some cheesy horror movie when I felt a pat on my right shoulder. It was my girlfriend’s niece (She is 18), we will call her Beth, she laughs at me and say hello and asked if I wanted a real drink, I of course said no as I was driving. She walked off and jumped on my girlfriend. As she did I got a good glimpse of her nice tight butt, no underwear too, that will stay with me for a while. But this confession is not about Beth, it is about the sisters of my girlfriend.

While I have a second let me point out, I didn’t sleep with them, I would never do such a thing to my girlfriend, although I to wish I had the balls sometimes. If you want to stop reading that is fine I understand but I want to confess what happen that night and the why I feel now.

Back to the confession. My watched beeped at seven and just ten minutes later in walked, lets call this sister to my girlfriend Tracy. Tracy is about 5 foot 6 maybe 7, and what might be class a curvy, not fat or BBW but on the larger side. Her kids ran in and jumped right into the food. She smiled at me and I gave a smirk. She was looking fine in her day of the day costume, very short skirt and open cleavage. If I was to guess she was an E maybe an F in cup size. She walked through and grabbed herself a drink. Beth came back into the living room and put on some music, drowning out the sound of the movie I was watching so I got up and walked into the kitchen to find all three sisters chatting. Of course, I took hold, of what I could, of my girlfriend’s arse and smiled at her sisters. Ann asked some basic question like how was work and did I get the email about her phone she wanted fixing. (I repair phones and computers for a company) I told her it’s fine and while I’m here go get me the phone and I’ll see what I can do.

The rest of the night until 8:40 was normal, my girlfriend, Tracy and Ann had more than enough wine and cocktails and where very drunk at this point. I sat back in the same place as before and watched My girlfriend dance with Beth, Ann stood laughing with one of her friend that turned up early. Tracy decided to sit in a chair that was almost directly in front of me. She was tired from all the dancing and knocked back her drink. I watched her all the while trying to make it show that I wasn’t she looked as if she would pass out but didn’t. I pulled myself a little over to the left and to my fucking luck saw what I yearned I would see. Right in front of my eyes I could see right up her short skirt and right to the arse where her Knickers should had been, but I found myself looking at her pussy. Her slit was neat and looked so tight, only a few pubs but they where growing back through. I must have been looking for a good 30 seconds because I felt myself come back to reality.

Tracy then stood up and went into the kitchen I didn’t move, I stayed where I was. My heart raced like a train, prying I hadn’t been caught the first time looking up a skirt. But to my relief she walked back out, drink in hand and began dancing with my girlfriend. I was as hard as a rock; I didn’t know what to do so I when to the bathroom. I locked the door and took out my cock. Just under 8 inches it stood like a pole in Ann’s bathroom. I tried to stay calm breathing in and out but it didn’t work. So, the only option was to wank as fast as I could and put it down. I look around for inspiration, like a magazine or looked on my phone but I had no access to the internet. Thank the gods, in the far corner of the bath room was a washing basket. I moved over and looked inside, I pulled out Ann’s wore knickers. I had struck gold and I put them right up against my noise and sniffed for at least 20 seconds. The smell was amazing, the best smelling pussy I had ever smelt.
I think I came in under a minute and placed the underwear in my pocket of the costume. It blended in nicely.

The rest of the night was uneventful until Ann when to bed early and the party started to end, my girlfriend asked me to go check on Ann as she had drunk a lot of wine and wanted to say goo by to Tracy. Me being a gentleman agreed and made my way up the stairs to fine her passed out. Half naked. She was laying on her king size bed with nothing on but a thong. In shook I simple walked out but something came over me, maybe it was the real me but I walked back in and walked over to the bed where Ann lay passed out on her back, her tits on view. I slowly reached out, using my index finger and thumb I pinched, very gently, her nipple. No response at all not even a filch I whipped out my phone and to two good pictures of her tits and face. While I had the chance, I moved to the end of the bed and took her beautiful feet in my hands. They smelt just right for my taste and I knew it was now or never to get a taste of her feet.

I gently pull out my tongue and licked her soles, her left and her right. I was in heaven it was the best moment of my life. I treated my self to sucking her toes all ten entered my mouth. I will never forget her taste and smell, not too soon anyway. I took two more pictures of her feet and pull her cover over her body and shut the door behind me. When I got home I fucked my girlfriend and fucked her to my liking, I needed to after touching up her sister.

Anyway, that is my confession, I hope you all enjoyed. If you have had anything like this happen to you then please feel free to comment below! If you want to hear more about my sexual experiences then please say so, I’ll have to make an account if I get enough support!

Thanks for reading!

Looking for the full video of either "Rock the beat" or "Holiday sale" from the reality porn prod, Money Talks. In both of these videos you can see screens that show havoc hailey getting down to some pretty lesbian stuff, but it seems impossible to find the full videos. If anyone has them or knows where to get them please link.

Thanks

I am looking for as many opinions as possible, from anyone. I am not a police officer nor do I have any connections to law enforcement or any governmental agency. I am a private citizen doing research on a subject. I am not here to judge you, sting you, rat on you, whatever. I don't care if you are a sex offender, someone with fantasies, or someone who is completely against the taboos discussed in this topic. I am a former student in Criminology (the study of criminal behavior). My younger brother is a convicted sex offender, sentenced to spend at least another 15 years (his offense was non-violent, and there was no actual victim involved- he was surfing chat rooms for adult porn. Another user sent him a hard drives worth of old that flooded his whole comp with viruses that caused a whole bunch more old to come in automatically. The perp also attached viruses that took screenshots of the hard drive, including credit information, then ripped my brother off while he was in prison. One of the old files had an attachment courtesy of the FBI that ended up screwing him). Due to his case, I took an interest in so called "sexual deviants" and the studying of paraphilias. For one assignment, I had to choose an offender to interview. The instructor put up a list in the class with no information, just a number. At the end of the class, the number we chose from the list was the number file the instructor gave to us. That way, we did not know anything about the offender we were to interview prior to us choosing the case (I guess this way those that were squeamish could not avoid the assignment, and those that were way too interested in the subject could not choose a specific offender they were interested in. We had to work the case, no matter what. My subject seemed to be rather normal- he was a former intern for a doctors office that treated convicted sex offenders and broken families that had been hurt through domestic violence, rape, pedophilia, molestation, etc. During his employment, it was discovered he was stealing case files from the office and using them as masturbatory materials. After several months of lifting files from the office and fantasizing, he decided to act on the fantasy. He began dating a woman with young toddler age children, and gain their trust. One day while his girlfriend was at work, he hit her two year old daughter so hard that her brain severed itself from the spinal cord due to severe whiplash. She remained the rest of her life on life support in a hospital in a coma, as a vegetable due to this. Her mother finally took her off life support at age 4. During his incarceration, the subject was diagnosed with a brain tumor that had been growing in him since he was a teenager, and had it removed. After the removal, his urges seemed to subside for awhile. But after several months, he found himself masturbating in his prison cell to the same violent fantasies as before. Concerned the tumor came back, he went in for an emergency checkup. The doctors saw no return of the cancer, and no other neurological abnormalities in the brains function, and all chemical levels seemed to be balanced. Intrigued by this, I began doing background on the subject. He lived a normal childhood, in a normal middle class family. He was a a B average student all through school, had normal relationships and friendships with peoeple in his own age group, and had no sign of severe mental illness traits in either him or his family. Aside from his conviction and sexual urges, there was nothing in his environmental or physiological traits/background that would point to his reason for these desires other than the brain tumor. I discussed my subject with a neurologist who said the tumor could have changed the chemistry of the brain, but due to current scientific limitations, this isn't showing on any modern test. A sex therapist I went to for a professional opinion saaid that though the tumor caused the imbalance and urges to begin with, the reason she believes the urges continue is due to the fact that his sexuality was de-sensitized during his experience, and this is the only way he knows and is attracted to in order to orgasm. He does truly feel remorse for what he did, and most likely will not offend again if he can maintain the minimal self control he demonstrates by keeping his fantasies as fantasies and not trying to make them reality, while continuing therapy and treatment.

When asked what he thinks of during masturbation, he began recalling the case files he stole from his previous job: the man who tied his wife to a chair in the kitchen, then called their young 1 year old toddler in the room and began beating her while the mother was forced to watch. The mother/father team who beat, molested, and eventually began a full incest relationship (including a so-called marriage ceremony when one of the girls had her first period, and the father took the daughter into a pedophilic polygamous relationship- the girl was 11) all 4 of their children since before they could walk, and were not caught until the oldest child was in her mid-20s. The other mother/father rape team- a young woman (age 24) would masturbate while watching/video recording her husband (age 27) with their daughter (age 4) beating, slapping, pulling hair, choking, throwing, and twisting/locking her joints to the point of severe pain. They apparently also filmed several child rape videos with the child. I compared cases with another student in the class- her subject was found to be in a pedophilic incestuous relationship with his 7 year old daughter. He started with her when she was barely a newborn, performing oral on her, and masturbating/ejaculating on her. When she was 2, he sodomized her for the first time, and this activity continued until he was arrested. By the time she was 3, she was performing oral sex on him. When she was 7, he raped her vaginally. During school the next day, she went to the nurse with severe stomach pains. When the nurse was examining her, she noticed a large amount of spotted blood near the childs crotch area, and had the girl admitted to a hospital. That is when the sexual abuse was discovered, and the investigation began. When interviewed in prison, he showed no remorse, guilt, or shame in what he had done, claiming that he loves his daughter in the same way a man loves his wife, and believed he was showing acts of love whenever he touched or had intercourse with the child. His background is not unusual for someone who displays this type of behavior- rough childhood, parents who abused alcohol and drugs, physically abusive father who left the family for a stripper when subject was 9. His mother eventually abandoned him at age 15 on the street, since him living at home meant she couldn't afford her drug habit. He was in and out of jail as a teenager, and was raped at 13 by an older cell mate. The girl he was convicted of abusing was mothered by a prostitute the subject was dating, and has since improved her life as a healthy and happy young adult who runs support groups, and an inspirational speaker who specializes in abused women and children.

I am not here to pass judgement, support any viewpoint or suggestion, and am looking to remain completely neutral regarding any of this. I am mainly looking at it from a scientific point of view, and have a few curiosities on the subject.
Since my class, I have had the same questions mulling around my head, so I figured I would bring them to a board where I can find what seems to be a large variety of people (both those attracted to children, and otherwise):
1. How do you feel about the idea of a relationship with a child being sexual?
2. If you are sexually attracted to children, how do you define your attraction? Is it based out of power and control? Do you feel you are loving the child?
3. What is your take on offenders whose actions were less sexual and more violent? (IE, offenders who receive sexual satisfaction or fantasy out of watching women/children be hit, cry, or abused)
4. Do you have fantasies of violence, or love when it comes to children?
5. Are the children yours, or someone elses?
6. Do you have anything in your background that would influence your opinion? If so, what?
7. Do you feel modern day society has a large influence on your decision? Follow up question- how much sex and violence have you been exposed to throughout your life? (movies, magazines, games, books, interests, etc)

Thank you for reading my study, and any answers are appreciated.

The stale air of the motel room was thick with the acrid promise of something I'd spent a lifetime denying, but it was the rich, leathery scent of a massive cigar that truly coated the back of my throat when the door creaked open. They were there, exactly as promised, but the reality was so much more potent. He was a bear of a man, a hairy redneck in his late 50s with a gut that strained the buttons of his flannel and a thick, graying beard. A monstrous 80-gauge cigar, a dark brown torpedo of tobacco, was clamped in his teeth, the end glowing with a deep, menacing cherry. My cock, traitorous to my entire history, throbbed with immediate, desperate need as I watched him inhale deeply from his cigar. Smoke billowed from his nostrils as he stared me down like prey.But her… she was magnificent. A goddess of abundance with wide, ample hips that promised a soft place to land. She was the embodiment of a fertility that my body, against all my programming, craved with a primal hunger.He grunted, a sound of pure, primal ownership, and she smiled, a soft knowing look. He didn't waste time, maneuvering her onto the bed all the while cigar clenched tightly in his jaw. Her body a landscape of life-affirming softness that mesmerized me to the point where I couldn't look away. He positioned himself between her thick, creamy thighs, and I had my first real look at his cock. It was a masterpiece of masculinity, a big, uncut beast, thick and heavy and already leaking precum like a faucet. First he played with her cunt. At first there was silence,  followed by her deep moans then all I could hear was the gradual sound of wetness as she began to squirt harder and harder against his hand. Grinning and smoking deeply, he locked eyes with me as he changed positions and slowly into her. He fucked her with a slow, powerful rhythm, his hairy ass flexing, his heavy balls slapping against her flesh with each deep thrust, all the while puffing on his cigar, the smoke curling around his head like a halo of pure, unadulterated power. The smoke was so thick and the sight so wonderful I must have been tripping. It was like a halo of smoky light began lighting up the couple, illuminating my hidden desires and awakening something deep within me.After a few minutes, he pulled out, his magnificent cock gleaming with her slickness. He looked at me, his eyes dark and commanding. "Get over here and clean me off, boy," he growled, his voice a low, raspy rumble from the cigar smoke. I scrambled onto the bed, my mouth watering. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, and the taste of her hit me like my favorite candy. It was a musky, sweet, slightly salty flavor that was nothing like a man. It was the taste of life, of earth, of pure, unadulterated femininity. I sucked him clean, my tongue delving under his foreskin, chasing every last drop of her nectar. I wasn't just sucking his cock; I was worshipping the tool that had just been inside my new temple.Then, he did something that sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, got down on the bed beside me, and looked me dead in the eye. "Alright, son," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "Time for your real lesson. But first, we gotta fix that broken brain of yours." He took a long, slow draw from his cigar, the cherry glowing brightly as he inhaled. He then blew a thick, plume of smoke directly into my face. "Breathe that in," he commanded. "That's the smell of a real man. That's the smell of freedom. You're gonna learn to love it." He then took the cigar from his mouth and pressed it to my lips. "Suck on it. Don't inhale, not yet. Just get the taste of it. Let it fill your mouth." I did as I was told, the rich, earthy flavor of the tobacco coating my tongue, mixing with the lingering taste of her pussy. It was a heady, intoxicating combination."Good," he grunted, a look of savage satisfaction on his face. "Now, let's get down to business. You're gonna learn to worship this pussy like it's the only thing that matters, because it is."He turned his attention to her, her legs still spread wide. "Look at that," he breathed. "That's a masterpiece. That's what real men fight for. You don't just eat it. You worship it. You lose yourself in it. You become part of it."He leaned in and demonstrated. He flattened his wide, rough tongue and took a long, slow, deliberate lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She shuddered and moaned. "See that?" he said, his voice muffled by her flesh. "You taste everything. You breathe her in. This is your new religion. This cunt is your god. I am your prophet. And you," he said, tapping my chest, "are my disciple.""Now you try," he commanded. "Do exactly what I do. Don't think, just feel. Feel the truth of the cigar in your mouth. Feel the rightness of this moment. And take a hit of this cigar. Inhale it this time. Let it fill your lungs. Let it make you a man."I leaned in, my heart pounding. I took a long, deep drag from the cigar, the smoke filling my lungs, a warm, spicy rush that made my head spin. I buried my face in her soft belly first, savoring the feel of it. Then I moved down and followed his instruction. I licked her, from bottom to top, just like he showed me. Her taste flooded my senses, richer and more complex than I could have ever imagined. It was intoxicating. It was right."Good boy," he grunted, right beside my ear. "Now get in there. Get your nose in it. Smell what a real woman smells like. This is the smell of victory. The smell of life. Don't be shy. This is what you were meant to do. And keep smoking that cigar. Let the smoke mix with her scent. Let it become a part of you."That was all the encouragement I needed. Something inside me snapped, not just my sexuality, but my entire worldview. The years of denial, the shame, the self-imposed therapy, the liberal conditioning—it all evaporated, replaced by a white-hot, all-consuming obsession. I wasn't a gay man anymore. I was a creature of pure appetite, a convert to a new, depraved faith, and this beautiful cunt was my entire world.I plunged in, my beard scratching against the soft skin of her inner thighs, my nose buried deep in her. I was drowning in her, and I never wanted to come up for air. He was right there, coaching me, his voice a depraved chant in my ear. "That's it, lose control. Get messy. Show her how much you fucking love it. Show her how much you need it. Show her how much you live for it." His words were a litany of perversion, a prayer to a dark god, and they were setting my soul on fire. I took another long drag from the cigar, the smoke mixing with the scent of her cunt, creating a heady aphrodisiac that fueled my depraved hunger."See that little spot right there?" he pointed out, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "That's her sweet spot. Flick it with your tongue. Make her scream. Suck her clit. Pretend it's a little cock. Suck it hard. Show her you're a man now. Show her you're a pussy man."I did as he said, my tongue lashing out, flicking and sucking, my beard getting soaked in her juices. She was moaning and writhing, her body responding to my every touch, my every lick. I was in a trance, a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. The cigar smoke mixed with her scent, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma that was driving me wild. I was a man possessed, a man reborn, a man who had found his true purpose."Look at you," he growled with pride in his voice. "You're a natural. A fucking pussy-eating pro. You're not a faggot anymore, are you, boy? You're a pussy man. You're a real man."I couldn't answer. My mouth was full. But he was right. I felt a change happening inside me, a fundamental rewiring of my soul as I drank her essence. When she came, it was with a violent shudder and a gush of hot, sweet liquid that filled my mouth. I drank it all, my body trembling with the sheer, depraved joy of it, the cigar clamped between my teeth like a trophy.When I finally raised my head, my face was a slick, shining mess. I looked at him, my eyes wild with a new kind of hunger. He just laughed, a deep, satisfied rumble. "Told you you'd love it," he said, adjusting the cigar in my mouth. "Welcome to the right team"

I pitched an idea to FOX about a new reality TV show. It follows me and twelve college cheerleaders in a Big-Brother style house. The idea is that the first girl who gives birth to my kid gets �5m.

What the contestants don't know is that I'd have a vasectomy beforehand.

I have a confession……..
It’s always been a fantasy of mine to watch my partner have sex with another woman but it’s been my naughty secret. The other thing is, I didn’t want him to know that I was watching…I wanted to watch him secretly or even catch him cheating on me and just watch. It’s always made me so horny thinking about the look on his face as he fucks another girl.
Well, my fantasy became reality last night. We went out to our usual wine bar for a few drinks and bumped into a friend’s daughter. She’s the prettiest 20 year old you can imagine, long dark hair, big sultry eyes and a figure to die for, which she was more than happy to show off in her skin tight mini dress. I could tell immediately that D was attracted to her, despite that she’s just a kid.
Well, I say kid, but the way she was shoving her huge tits toward him as they chatted, let me tell you, she knew exactly what she was doing! I realised that this may be the perfect opportunity for my fantasy to come true. I encouraged her to stay and talk to us, leaving them alone while I went to the bar to keep her topped up with wine…It was working….I could see D looking at her tight round ass when she turned away from him, see his hand stroke it gently…they were taking the bait!
Time to go home, so we offered our young friend a lift home in the taxi. I rushed ahead and got into the front seat ensuring that they sat in the back together. Quickly I pulled the visor down, to get a good view of them in the mirror. I pretended to close my eyes, as they both became quiet. Slowly, I saw D stretch out his hand to touch her knee, she looked a bit worried at first, but as his hand slid up under her shirt and onto her thigh, I saw her open her legs slightly. D kept on looking at me to make sure I was asleep, I could feel myself getting really horny watching what was taking place. D slid his hand further up her leg until he could feel her damp pussy through her tiny white knickers. He started to rub her clit slowly at first, but then faster as she opened her legs wider for him to get his fingers inside her. I watched him withdraw his fingers from her dripping pussy and suck the juices from them…It was such a turn on seeing that totally abandoned look on his face, I knew he had to fuck her!!
I invited her in for a nightcap, asking D to get the drinks as I made my excuses and ran upstairs to change. Quietly I came back down the stairs and stood watching through the slightly open door. They were in the kitchen, I watched as she sat up on the table, exposing those long tanned legs, D couldn’t keep his eyes off her…she looked so fucking sexy with her huge tits bursting out of her dress. I could see D’s cock swelling in his jeans and knew he was going to fuck her there and then.
He spread her legs roughly and pulled her knickers to the side exposing here pretty young pussy. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her like a man possessed. She moaned and writhed onto his mouth as he tongued and sucked her wet clit, his fingers sliding in and out was almost too much for her. I was by now really turned on and started to wank myself off as I watched them fuck , it felt so good.
Our little friend must have remembered that I was only upstairs and urged D to fuck her before I came down and caught them. He undid his jeans and his huge, red throbbing cock sprang out in front of her….I swear I’ve never seen it so big!! I don’t think this young girl had seen anything this size either and she couldn’t resist sinking her juicy red lips onto it. I watched her lick and suck that cock as if she couldn’t get enough…D was groaning with pleasure as he groped and squeezed her tits at the same time. He was ready to cum, but he wanted to fuck her first. Quickly he bent her over the table, exposing that sexy ass…he’s an ass man, so he practically spunked over her there and then but hestood back to admire her sweet pussy and ass before shoving his throbbing prick inside her. She moaned so loudly, as he pounded his cock deep inside, which was lucky as I was moaning really hard myself as I rubbed my aching pussy to the point of an explosive orgasm.
The look on D’s face was exactly what I needed to get me there, he was lost, abandoned and loving fucking this pretty little pussy on my kitchen table. She was begging him now to make her cum, and as she screamed with pleasure I watched D take his swollen cock out of her dripping pussy and shoot his hot thick cum all over her ass.
By this time I was on my knees, trembling with pleasure at the scene in front of me, it took all my strength to creep back upstairs again. I sorted myself out and made some noise to let them know I was on my way down. I entered the lounge to find them sitting quietly having a drink, as if butter wouldn’t melt!! We chatted for a while and then she left, D and I then went to bed and had the best fuck ever that night….I’ve never let on that I know what happened, It’s my secret, but it never fails to make me cum every time I think about it.

This is going to be a very weird post for a lot of people to read but my wife and I really don't have anyone else to tell because it's pretty uncanny. This happened a good 6 years ago, but the memories are pretty fresh. I know there isn't any "paranormal" category on here - and I really didn't believe in paranormal stuff until weird shit started happening to both of us. We recently bought an older house and renovated it, everything seemed fine.

My wife has been having very erotic dreams about some flapper woman from the 1930s and she started talking about how detailed they were. That this woman would kiss her and finger her in a dream and she'd wake up with a soaking wet pussy. My wife just attributed to her perhaps thinking women were pretty, and shrugged it off. Then one night I had a dream, two very attractive women were kissing my chest, smiling at me and stroking my dick. Ok - well, cool wet dream right? Easily dismissible as a wet dream and it was a fun one at that.
Months go by, every once in a while we have erotic dreams of these same people, usually one is molesting my wife but there are always two women trying to fuck me. Anyway my wife is cleaning the house and I was upstairs doing some work on my computer and I hear my wife scream and she comes running up stairs.
"Someone just whispered in my ear," she was panting, "and I felt someone grab my breast!"
I looked at her like she was crazy.
"What?" I thought she was fucking with me so I smacked her on the ass and was like, "I would have grabbed your pussy."
"No, fuck - I'm serious!" She yelled at me, "take me seriously!"
My heart sunk a bit, this was the first time I've seen her pissed off in a very long time - this wasn't like her at all.
"Sit down, take a deep breath - well what did the voice say?"
She sat down, she was frazzled, "it was a woman's voice, it said 'nice' and then something grabbed my breast..."
I lost it. I started laughing my ass off, "well yeah you do have a nice set of tits, absolutely, nice ass too - you're hot as fuck."
"Fuck you! I'm serious - I looked behind me and there was no one there, stop joking!"
Then from behind her on a table I set up for bills and paperwork an entire folder fell on the floor.
My wife jumped up.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK," she screamed.
My heart stopped. The folder wasn't even close to the edge of the table and my wife wasn't near it - something had to have pushed it off. My wife jumped into my arms.
"Leave us alone!" my wife yelled.
I didn't know what to say at all, I was going through everything in my mind about what just happened, and I was trying to rationalize it. It had to have been the wind, but it's winter and all the windows are shut.
"Ok, it's ok," I comforted my wife. We had dinner, talked about what happened and went to bed.
I was sleeping soundly until my wife woke me up, she was nearly in tears.
"What's going on," I said half awake.
"I had a dream, this both of the women. She said she was sorry for scaring me and that she threw the folder on the floor because she didn't want us to argue. They like us and they are happy we moved in here and they said they'd stop and let us live in peace."
"Huh?" I was confused as fuck but told my wife we'd talk about it in the morning.
I went back to sleep and had a dream of a woman with dark hair pointing to a corner of my office, she then walked over to me and kissed me on the lips, smiled and walked away. I thought nothing of it, and had the same dream for the next two nights. I finally realized something was trying to tell me something so I checked the corner of the room. There was a 'false floor' cut - and I pried up the wood. I found a few erotic photographs of the women in our dreams, it was them.
I felt like I was going out of my mind, and the reality of our house actually being haunted crashed down on me.
My wife was continuing to have dreams, very erotic dreams of the short haired woman, I showed my wife the pictures and she immediately pointed to a picture, "That's her! That's HER!!"
My wife was more afraid than I was - I mean I don't think whatever these things were meant us harm - and plus, it was giving into my wife's fantasies about being with another woman. We're both not religious at all.
So I decided to get to the bottom of things and find out the history of the people who used to live in the house. It was some photographer, and also two women that lived with him. I turns out he was married to one of the women and I'm guessing the other woman was their live in lover? The weird thing is - he wasn't haunting us but these two women were.
After I found the pictures my wife started talking about moving, about selling the house.
I went to bed, had an erotic dream of two beautiful women fucking me - woke up with cum all over my underwear. My wife woke up too, "They said they fucked you."
She saw that I had wet dream, "yeah we need to move."
"It's not like I can get them pregnant," I joked.
Something got into my wife, "what if I want to get pregnant and they're taking all of your cum?"
I laughed, "it's like we're swingers but with ghosts."
She chuckled, "yeah weird."
"Plus I'm sure you like her eating your pussy or whatever you both do in your dreams."
She was a bit silent, but then said, "it feels so fucking real - like she's actually touching me and kissing me, most of the time she doesn't say anything at all she just comes in and makes love.. I mean has sex with me."
My eyes opened wide, "Makes love? hhahh - so you totally enjoy it."
"When was the last time we fucked?" She asked.
It had been a while, which was odd. Usually we'd fuck at least 3 times a week but it had been well over a month since my dick was in my wife. I think that is what stunned me the most, that I didn't even notice her and I haven't fucked in a long time - that wasn't like us at all.
I felt a cold touch run across my neck, almost like a woman's fingernail slightly skimming my skin.
"take her, fuck her good." a whisper came. My wife didn't hear it. It was freaky but I shrugged it off, nothing scared me at this point. I took my wife in my arms and kissed her, cupping her breast and started unzipping her pants. She did the same, unzipping my pants and gripping my cock.
I mounted my wife, right in the kitchen, on the counter. My hard cock throbbed inside her and she moaned with pleasure.
"They're watching," she said out of the blue.
"Good, they can watch me fuck my pretty little princess. They can watch me cum in my hot little wife."
She moaned more, she was so turned on - she clawed my back, scratching it as I felt her body and pussy tense up, she came on my cock and I couldn't hold off. I busted a load deep inside her, spilling my seed deep in her.
We ate dinner and went to bed. Both of us had dreams. I'll tell mine first.
She had red lips and dark hair. Her breasts were perfect, but she was wispy, almost like she moved in slow motion. Her voice was soft, but when she spoke her lips didn't move.
"Don't move, we like you both so much."
I think I said something like, "you know you're dead, right?"
And she said something like "perceptions..."
I then said something like, "No seriously, you died - is this what the afterlife is? Just hanging around and haunting people?"
I felt like she wasn't permitted to say anything, and she casually touched my face with her slender hand, and she smiled and she seemed a little bashful.
I asked again, "do you even know you're dead?"
The dream faded away with her kissing my lips.
My wife's dream was a bit more... interesting. Both of the women showed up and immediately were fondling her.
"You should stay, we won't hurt you, we like both of you."
They were playful, and she even noticed that they were 'wispy' - and didn't move their lips when they talked. One of them kissed her neck (she woke up with a hickey) and my wife told me it all felt so real. She said the short haired woman told her that she could 'feel our love,' and that it radiated and gave light to the house and that both of these women were very much in love with us.
My wife asked them how they passed but all they told her was "they lived a good life."
And out of the blue, "Imagine all of us having sex, you, us, your husband..."
My wife joked, "yeah but what if you get pregnant?"
She said they both looked at each other and smiled, almost like that was the plan. She woke up a bit freaked out.
Months passed, the dreams continued - but also things started getting a bit stranger. Objects would be moved when we came home from work, or when we went out to eat. Once some of our shower soap was poured on the floor and the towels thrown around in the bathroom. Loud thumps and footsteps could be heard in the middle of the night - sometimes I'd wake up covered in cum and not remember dreaming about them. My wife would wake up with hickies on her thighs and not remember dreaming about them. Sometimes we'd smell the sweet smell of perfume, or flowers - roses...
The final straw was when I woke up with a long scratch down my back - it felt like someone poured acid on me. We decided to move.
It was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. I burnt the pictures of the women, but saved digital copies.
I'm still wondering if it wasn't all pure psychological issues - perhaps there was a gas leak or some crazy chemical making us think weird shit, so I'm still questioning what happened - but my wife absolutely believes we were living in a haunted house and having sex with ghosts.
Farfetched - crazy, and I'm shaking my head while writing all of this.
In the picture, the short haired lady is the one that seemed the most interested in my wife, the one in the middle with her legs spread seemed very interested in me - and I'm not 100% sure who the woman on the end (right) is - a sister? She almost looks related to the one in the middle. Anyway - all the weirdness stopped when we moved out. No more dreams etc.
So - don't be mean please, I know it all sounds pretty fucked up and unbelievable - I mean ffs I don't even believe it when I think about it but I do know something weird was happening in that house.

I wrote a fan fiction scat sex story about Heathyr Hoffman, who was on a paranormal reality television show in 2009 called "ghost hunters academy".

http://www.imagefap.com/blogcomments.php?topicid=65856

More To Fuck

The XXX reality-show spoof More To Fuck on DVD made fucking fun of the boring and endless Bachelor and Bachelorette-style TV shows that are torture for most guys to sit through. But More To Fuck, geared for the Voluptuous crowd, is not torture. This bachelor banged four of the girls in the show (Alanna Ackerman, Melonie Maxx, Anna Kay and Tatiana Blair) except for the sexy hostess, Kaytee Carter and Destiny Rose, a redhead from Ohio who wanted Kaytee more than she wanted the bachelor, John.

“You have to be sexually open to do this kind of modeling,” said Tatiana, who’s only 4’10” but has unbelievable 36G tits. She contacted SCORE when a former boyfriend suggested that she would be great as a model. “I like experimenting, too. If I don’t, then I get bored. Cock size doesn’t really matter so much as the way they use it. I have been with some pretty small guys who just knew how to hit the right spot. They just have to know what they’re doing. I think that the guy’s technique is really important when it comes to having sex.”

Tatiana has one hot rack and she’s as cute as all get-out. Besides this scene, Tatiana did two other hardcore videos. She never shot again anywhere else, not even solos.

Guys naturally love Tatiana’s big tits. “It’s like giving kids new toys. They just want to play with them, and they’re like, ‘Oh my God, this is so fun!’ It’s like they’re amazed and they can’t get enough.”

Tatiana’s being sexually open made her more inclined to experiment on-camera too, even if it was only for a short time. “One time it was me and my boyfriend at the time and his best friend’s girlfriend. And one time it was with this guy I was seeing, and he turned out to be married, so we had a three-way with his wife. His wife came to my job to kick my ass, but then she saw me and she was like, ‘You’re hot, let’s all get together and have some fun.'”

Just getting a tit-fuck from Tatiana would be an encounter to save in your brain’s memory bank.

http://porncorridor.com/2016/06/10/more-to-fuck/