When I was 12 I began to masturbate thinking about my mother, it became a sickness soon enough. I used to steal her used underwear to collect her pubic hairs and smelled her bras and then cumed on them. Soon enough I decided started to spy her which lead to my final encounter with her. Her bathroom had plenty of space on a counter that holds a mirror on top so one day I opened the counter and hid before she took her daily bath. I slowly opened the counter once she had turned the water on (which had a slide door) but did not move. The room was so filled with steam that she didn't even notice my presence. Once she started fixing her hair against the mirror and above me i began to lick her pussy. She just looked at me, took me out of the counter, kissed me and gave me the first hand job and blow job experience of my life. I ended up cumming on her chest. We then had a bath together.

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.

I confess I got the best blow job in my life by some random guy in the spa yesterday. We were in the steam room and he was sitting across from me was rubbing his cock under his towel. I did the same thing and we watched each other for a while. But there were guys coming in and out, so we couldn't do anything there. I got out and went to the shower and he followed me in. He immediately got on his knees and sucked my cock like it's never been sucked before. I have a pretty big cock and my wife (and previous girlfriends) have had trouble taking it all but this guy took it balls deep no problem. And he swallowed the whole load. It was awesome.

I love watching my wife sleep. I love the way she places her head under my arm and digs her forehead in my chest when she faces and cuddles with me. I love how she places my leg in between hers and lands her butt to just touch my groin when we spoon. I love seeing the back of her ears and how close it is to be when we sleep. I love seeing her in her towel after she has taken a bath. I love kissing and smelling her while her body is still warm and steaming. I love how she giggles and pretend to not like it when I drop her towel and touch her boobs. I love how she crinkles her nose when she's mad, I love the cute faces she makes when she's talking to the dog. I love how she smiles and laughs when we talk. I love how her face looks, her a little uneven eyelids, her "just right" lips and her baby cheeks. I love watching her figure when she's in her underwear trying to pick something to wear. I love how she leans over the counter when she prepares food. I love it when she tells me she loves me out of the blue and hold and squeeze my hand. I love her cougar mom body. I love the way she makes "the look" when she wants to have sex later. I love how embarrassed and red she gets when she snorts. I love the way she plays with the pen when she's thinking. I love the way she gets close to me when we're out. I love the way she penguin walks out of the room to fart. I love the way she drifts into space when reading. I love how she open her mouth when she sleeps at the car when we're I'm driving.

Of course I love having sex with my wife too. I love to position ourselves in front of the mirror and watch her cum while I finger her from behind. I love how her tummy spasms hard when she cums. I love how her pussy grips my penis when she says "harder". I love it when she sits reverse cowgirl style and bends over to show me her pussy and asshole after getting a wax. I love when she goes down on me and starts moaning while she blows. I love how she gets off bed, gets a towel, places it at the edge of bed before lying back down with her legs spread out. I love how she says "chow time, enjoy" when I'm about to get down her. I love it when she tries to walk with her legs closed to the bathroom to pee after cumming.

Will add more when I remember more.

This confession will be long winded I apologize but I need to rant and also I don't know what to do. I confess that I in the worst way want to bang my female roommate and I'm slightly jealous of her boyfriend (also my roommate). I don't feel so bad about wanting to and even trying to bang her because he tends to treat her like garbage and she's a flirtatious attention whore . IE, one night he yelled at her for wearing shorts because apparently his roommate (me) doesn't need to see her legs. When she told him to deal with it she did nothing wrong, he let out a long growl then folded his arms and began steaming. On the other hand she will go to the club without her bf (she's done this stuff to me while he's at work) wearing next to nothing while kissing on guys necks and cheeks, grind on them, and even let them fondle her mostly (except a few parts). She leads them on (sometimes me) into believing they are going to get laid and when prompted (even I have tried) about it she just says oh , no I can't I have a bf (leaving you confused and frustrated). One day she let me kiss all over her neck and even grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into it, another she let me motorboat her for a long time while laughing like a school girl, the one that got me was when she plopped on my lap and I got a boner and she started gently grinding her crotch on it (like almost unnoticeably dry humping ) next thing I know I feel her whole body shudder and she hops up and looks around all shifty eyed while saying she has stuff to go finish. Another thing that leads me to want to bang her so badly is I believe she is sleeping around on her bf (if she is, naturally I want in on it) but I can't get any real concrete evidence other than a series of humungous red flags. First red flag she told me she never takes or sends nudes, I caught her in the middle of taking nudes (which I secretly found and more on her phone) once and then another day I saw a snapchat message she sent to her ex bf of her in one piece lace lingerie. She tried to justify that she just takes nudes and doesn't send them anywhere (what?) and that the lingerie pic she was technically clothed so it wasn't bad (again what?). The real red flag is that she will dress real sexy to go the club or just to hang out with her "best" guy friends. She just went and stayed the night at her "best" guy friends house for a day during the weekend and she wore skin tight fake leather pants and fancy black lace panties (non-thong type). How I know, I saw her dressed sexy when she left for his house and then when she came back she threw all her stuff in a chair in the living room and upon my (secretive) investigation I found her lace panties still inside her pants. What would she need sexy pants and lace panties for if she's not cheating? I've seen her around the apartment, she doesn't normally wear sexy pants or lace panties (even for her bf, unless its like an anniversary or something). Also the one really big flag was that she took me on a "friends date" to go see her ex bf at pro wrestling school (he had a match) and she ditched me for like 20 minutes because "he found her and took her to the back room to chat" but when she came back her lipstick she had put on to "look good" was rubbed off (as in clean off and none anywhere). She tried to justify her missing lipstick by telling me she "went to the bathroom and accidently rubbed it off." (again what?) Because of all this I really want to bang her so badly and getting evidence of her cheating would turn me on and possibly be a god send, but I'm having a little trouble seducing her. I want to seduce her so hard but can't figure it out.

I confess that while on vacation last week i went into the locker room at the hotel gym. I was feeling pretty horny and so as soon as i got in there i took all my clothes off and put them in a locker. There was only one more guy in the locker room, he was also putting his clothes in a locker. I grabbed a towel to help hide my growing cock ad then went over the shower. He came over as well to the one next to me. i just left the door open since no one else was in there that could see me. the other guy turned on his shower for about two minutes then turned it off, right as i was just starting to jack off. As he stepped out i turned to face the shower head so he wouldn't see me and he asked if I wanted to go to the steam room or sauna. I said i guess i could since they were here. NOTE: I am not gay but do get excitement from jerking off close to other people or where i can see someone naked. We went to the sauna and i just sat on the first tier bench while he got on the upper one layer his towel down and then laid down. He told me it was better if i sat up higher so i did, i still had me towel around me at this point. I noticed him kind of rubbing himself but just his stomach and lower abdomen not actually touching his cock yet. He told me i should lay down because it is more comfortable so i did. He then said he would get me another towel for my head so i would be more comfortable. Right as he left i jerked off for a couple second then he came back and gave me the towel. I could tell his cock had gotten hard too. Now i took my towel off to lay it across the bench and my cock was revealed but i left one leg bent so it was still slightly hidden. Now as the other guy lay back down he was full on jacking off. I decided since he was i might as well too. Once he noticed i was he sat up and opened his legs more to give me a good view. I put my bent leg flat so he could see me too. then he got up and stood next to me as he began to cum. after that i took my hand of my dick so that he could touch it and i touched his. Mine is about since inches and really hard, his was smaller like maybe only three of four inches and not nearly as hard since this guy was older. He then jerked me as i held onto his cock and then reached around to grab his ass. seconds later i came too, then i got up and left went and showered off and never saw the guy again. I kind of regret doing it but got swept up in the moment and figured what the hell since i was on vacation and would never see the guy again, plus it probably made that week for him.

I took the day off work and spent the afternoon at our local swingers' motel. They have a pool area with lots of seating around the periphery, plus two hot tubs and a couple of king-size beds for anyone who wants to have sex while being watched.

Afternoons there are sort of a crapshoot, because you never know who will show up, or if they'll do anything worth watching. But today being New Year's Eve Day, there were four M/F couples plus five solo guys (like me). Mostly I like to strip naked, sit on the sidelines with a towel draped over my lap, and watch what others are doing (or not doing). One of the women wore a tiny bikini that barely hid her big Hispanic ass and thick tits, but the others were nude and didn't mind walking around and showing off.

For the first 90 minutes or so, it was mostly couples keeping to themselves, with an occasional visit to one of the hot tubs or a dip in the pool to cool off. The women were all mom-bod equipped, with one quite a bit older with hanging breasts and a sizeable gut, while their companions were equally chunky. There was some surreptitious underwater stroking, but nothing overt.

One couple who'd been sitting by the pool fully clothed eventually decided to hit the water and stripped down before climbing into one of the tubs. He was 50-ish with tattoos and short salt-and-pepper hair; she was mid-40s, blonde with nice 36D tits and a small, rounded belly, fully shaved with shapely legs. They were joined by an in-shape late-20s Hispanic guy who was also well-tattooed, and they struck up a friendly conversation. I eavesdropped from across the hot tub -- literally three feet away -- and the woman began to verbally tease the guy as to his intentions.

After politely avoiding the obvious, he finally admitted, "I'm looking to hook up." The husband laughed, quickly changed the subject, and I figured the story ended there. Meanwhile, across the room, the older woman and her guy had climbed onto the closest of the two beds and started to get busy. He was lying on his back as she knelt between his spread-apart legs and sucked his cock. After a couple of minutes, she climbed aboard and rode him hard. You couldn't hear them due to the distance away (maybe 20 feet) and the noise from the hot tub jets, but the four of us in the tub were silent and highly focused on the action.

After they finished and climbed into the pool to cool off, I left the tub and planted myself in one of the poolside chairs. Maybe 10 minutes later, the couple also left the tub and made their way across the room; the Hispanic guy following at a short distance. I lost sight of them as they disappeared behind the retaining wall that separates the pool area from the bed area, but soon I noticed a couple of the solo guys gathered in that area, so I decided to wander over and see what was up.

The woman was on her back, with her husband's face buried between her thighs. The Hispanic guy knelt on the mattress alongside her, playing with her boobs as she tugged on his cock. Two guys stood at the foot of the bed, with their cocks in their hands, and I quickly joined them. The single guy made a move to see if the woman would suck his cock while she was having her pussy eaten, but she told him, "No thanks." However, after the husband came up for air, some sort of silent communication must have taken place, because the Hispanic guy got on top of the woman and unceremoniously shoved his erect bareback cock balls-deep into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs and left him to pound away. The husband had moved to the side of the mattress and was lying on his side, watching his wife getting fucked.

After a few minutes, the guy withdrew, and the woman spun around and got up onto her knees for some doggie-style penetration. He was slamming her hard, pulling out just in time to shoot a thin steam of jizz onto her nicely rounded ass. Meanwhile, I managed to jack off successfully just as they were wrapping things up, so a fun time was had by all.

i'm a 22 year old male virgin, well when it comes to women anyways. i once let a guy at the health club i go to fuck me without a condom in the steam room and in the shower. he didn't last very long, but it felt great while it lasted. if he did last longer i would have been able to cum on his cock. this was a couple of years ago, and i have always thought about doing it again, and i really wanted to when i saw a black guy with a huge dick, but i was a little afraid of it. i've stretched my ass out more since then, so i think i could take him if i saw him again, although i don't think i want my guts to be pounded.

i haven't been going back there because i'm afraid i'm gonna let some guy fuck me again, and i have gotten fat because of it. i want to start going back there, but i know i'm just gonna bend over for another guy in the sauna room. i do have a fantasy of being forcibly fucked raw by several guys, and sometimes i buy some cucumbers and fuck myself with them without any lube. i literally fuck the shit out of myself in the shower, and i want that to happen to me with a real penis. for some reason the last time i did that, when i shoved the biggest cucumber in me, i clamped down on it tight instead of trying to push it out. it hurt but it felt so satisfying, and i know if that were a real guy it would have lasted longer then a few seconds.

i have these fantasies, but i hate it sometimes, and i don't want them to happen IRL. when i do it to myself i have control, but when somebody else is doing it to me i have no control whatsoever. i don't want a disease either, and with my tight ass i would probably end up breaking the condom anyways.

tl;dr, I AM A HUGE FAGGOT PLEASE RAPE MY ASS AND CUM DEEP INSIDE ME.

Kelly’s apartment smelled faintly of vanilla and freshly brewed coffee, the kind of cozy scent that made you want to sink into her plush couch and never leave. But today wasn’t about comfort. Today, Kelly had invited me over for coffee and gossip—something juicy, something dark. As soon as I walked in, she greeted me with that Cheshire cat grin of hers, the one that always meant trouble.

“Sharon, sit. You’re not going to believe this,” she said, gesturing to the couch. Her tone was low, conspiratorial, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of curiosity.

I sat, sipping the steaming coffee she handed me, and raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on? You’re acting like you’ve got the scoop of the century.”

Kelly leaned in closer, her voice dropping. “Shion. You know, the skinny Japanese woman from 4B? The one who’s been drowning in booze since her husband died?”

I nodded slowly. Shion was hard to miss—always wandering the halls looking lost, her fragile frame barely holding itself together. “What about her?”

Kelly’s grin widened. “Frank’s friends have been…visiting her. A lot. And not just for drinks. They’ve been getting her DřuňK, Sharon. DřuňK enough that she can’t fight back. And then they’ve been…well, you’ll see.”

My stomach twisted. “What are you talking about?”

Without another word, Kelly pulled out her phone and started scrolling. “Hold onto your coffee, because this is…something else.” She handed me the phone, and I froze at the first image.

It was Shion, barely conscious, sprawled on her own bed. Her legs were spread, and her peehole…it was inhumanly wide, gaping like some grotesque parody of anatomy. My breath caught in my throat. “What…what the hell is this?”

Kelly didn’t answer, just swiped to the next photo. And the next. Each one was worse than the last. Shion’s body, frail and broken, was violated in ways that made my chest tighten. Her peehole stretched obscenely, her pussy blown out to a terrifying width. In some photos, she was dressed, in others completely nude, her face slack and lifeless.

“Kelly, this is…this is sick,” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away.

“Wait, there’s more,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. She tapped on a video, and the sound of ragged breathing filled the room. It was Shion again, but this time, she was being r@pẽd—her peehole ravaged by a thick, monstrous cock. The man, Andrew, one of Frank’s friends, grunted as he buried himself inside her, his thrusts brutal and unrelenting. Shion’s body jerked with each movement, her ruined hole gaping wider with every thrust.

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. “Oh my God. How…how could anyone…?”

Kelly smirked, leaning back on the couch. “Andrew sent that video to Saeed, his buddy. They’ve been…sharing her. Like a fucking toy. And you know what? Shion’s too DřuňK to even remember most of it.”

My stomach churned, but I couldn’t look away. The video played on, Andrew’s cock pistoning in and out of Shion’s peehole, her body limp and unresponsive. The sheer size of him—both in length and girth—was almost mesmerizing, even as it horrified me.

“Why…why are you showing me this?” I finally managed to ask, my voice trembling.

Kelly shrugged, her expression nonchalant. “Because it’s fucking fascinating, that’s why. I mean, look at her. Her peehole’s ruined, her pussy’s blown out, and she’s just…there. Taking it. You’ve never seen anything like it, have you?”

I shook my head, unable to form words. My mind raced, trying to reconcile the horror of what I was seeing with the strange, almost morbid curiosity that kept me glued to the screen. Andrew’s cock, thick and veined, plunged into Shion’s peehole with a wet, squelching sound. Her body trembled, her bladder unable to contain the pressure as urine spilled out around his thrusting shaft.

“Kelly, this…this is r@pẽ,” I finally said, my voice cracking.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, duh. But look at her. She’s not exactly fighting back, is she? She’s so wasted, she doesn’t even know what’s happening.”

My hands clenched around the phone, the images burning into my retinas. “And you’re okay with this? Just sitting here, watching…this?”

Kelly laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like she’s going to do anything about it. What’s she going to say? ‘Oh, by the way, my peehole’s been ruined by my late husband’s friends’? Please. She’s too embarrassed to even admit it.”

I stared at her, my heart pounding. “But…what if she has to go on dates? What if someone sees…that?”

Kelly snorted, gesturing dismissively. “Oh, please. You think she’s going on dates? With that fucking circus tent between her legs? No way. And even if she did, do you think she’d tell them about this? She’d probably make up some bullshit story about it. Lie through her teeth.”

She leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Besides, even if she did tell them, you think they’d believe her? Who would even think to do something like this? It’s fucking insane.”

I swallowed hard, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Horror, disgust, and yet…a strange, perverse fascination. The video played on, Andrew’s cock thrusting into Shion’s peehole with a wet, slapping rhythm. Her body jerked with each movement, her face slack and expressionless.

“Kelly, this is…this is too much,” I whispered, handing the phone back to her.

She took it, her grin never faltering. “Too much? Or just enough?”

I didn’t answer. My mind was racing, trying to process what I’d just seen. Shion’s ruined body, Andrew’s monstrous cock, the sheer brutality of it all…it was like nothing I’d ever imagined.

Kelly leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, Sharon…if you ever want to see more, just let me know. Andrew’s always looking for…new audiences.”

My stomach twisted, but I couldn’t bring myself to say no. The images burned in my mind, seared into my memory. And as much as I hated to admit it…I couldn’t look away.

I confess that I recently stayed at a hotel near my work and on my second day there I heard a woman in the room next to me and immediately picked up that she was an escort working out of that room (heard her talking to a client on the phone). I got online and tried to find escort listed as working out of my area and could not find one that I thought matched the voice. I decided to slip her a note under the door playing it cool like I was just a neighbor that was looking to hang out and 420 if she was interested. I left my cell number on the paper and waited to hear something back.

After awhile I hadn't heard anything back and thought she probably found the note odd especially since I didn't tell her what room I was in, for all she knew I could have been LEO or something trying to get a response out of her, so I dropped another note letting her know what room I was in so she could feel more comfortable knowing the location of this mystery person that left her a note. After I slid the second note I went back into my room and rang her room on the phone letting her know that I wasn't looking to bother her but I left her another note in case she was interested in hanging out.

A little more time passed by and I get a text from her looking to smoke. I told her I would meet her outside and we could chat and smoke.

While smoking with her I started to offer her some other fun things a step past 420 and she said she was interested. After we finished smoking I brought her back to my room and was getting ready to give her some and I started to drop hints that I knew she was an escort. She admitted and I asked her if she would do something for me in return. She agreed. I handed some over and before I knew it she was on her knees with her tits out and began pulling my shorts down.

She gave me a long blow job with really good effort. It was probably about a 20-30 minute blow job, and as I was getting close to the end I was hoping I could cum in her mouth, but as I was getting ready to cum she pulled of and jacked me all over her tits.

I thanked her and she left the room happy (like me).

But here is where the real confession comes in:

A few days later (a few hours ago) I was sitting and work and decided to text her to see if she happened to still be at the hotel. She was. I asked if I could come by and see her again and she agreed. She told me she didn't have any rubbers though (as if she knew I had more in mind). I decided it was break time. This place is really close to where I work, so I walked there and picked up some rubbers from a gas station on the way.

I got there and I gave her about the same stuff as last time, with a little bit extra. Without a word she pulls the sheets down on the bed. I began to get undressed and went to lie down on the bed. She headed to the bathroom real quick and when she came back out I was naked on the bed waiting. She asked if I had rubbers and I told her I did. I got up and grabbed one from my pocket, and got back on the bed. She took off all of her clothes and climbed onto the bed with me.

She began with some light play, pecking at my chest and neck while rubbing her tits against me. I wanted to fuck her so bad that I was hard as a rock (usually need more foreplay, but I was ready to go). She looked down at my hard cock and reached to grab the cover from my hand, quickly opening it and sliding it on me, followed hastily by herself.

She climbed right on top of me and slid me in. She rode me for a good while, trying to get into it, but her riding game was not the best. After 10 minutes or so she climbs off and tells me to hit her doggy. I told her not yet and to turn around and ride me reverse cowgirl. She obliged. My view was wonderful and I was enjoying every minute of it. I grabbed her ass and began to thrust into her as I guided her ass up and down. After enjoying that for awhile I decided to hit it doggy.

Things got a little dry for a minute, but after a bit of standard doggy I began to push down on her, laying her flat on her stomach and lay myself more on top of her and began to hit is real good. She started to wet back up for me real good. I pounded away at her, feeling her wetness building more and more. I fucked her good and hard, making her cum on my cock. I enjoyed that and decided I really wanted to make her happy with my hard cock. My goal was to make her cum. A lot. I flipped her over for missionary and without a skipped beat was hitting her hard again, we were both breathing very deeply and I could tell she was really getting into it.

She was soaking wet and I found just the right spot and rhythm to put her over the edge again. I smiled to myself and just kept going. She was frantic in her breathing with barely comprehensible words of enjoyment sneaking out every so often between her breaths. I could tell she hadn't been fucked this good in a long time. She began to lose control and squirted all over making a big wet mess. Her face was super flushed and I could tell she was almost amazed at what my cock was doing to her.

I pounded away getting her to cum one more time before I was running out of steam. It was quite the work out and I was trying to decide if I wanted to push through it and work her into one final orgasm and cum with her (hindsight...). I told her I need a minute on my back and pulled out to let her climb on top. That is when she noticed the rubber was broken (that little dry moment before I took her to pleasure town...). She pulled it off and began to jerk and suck me off.

I wasn't thinking with the bigger of my brains at this point and thought to myself "I already fucked her with a broken cover... let's just keep going..." I was good and hard again and told her she should climb on it. She denied me saying the cover was gone. I told her I had another and went to grab it out of my pocket. She puts it on me and we get back at it. This is when I realized that while I was making her cum over and over that it was broken that whole time, because it wasn't feeling anywhere near as good with a new one on. I tried though, I thrust and I thrust and it just wasn't the same. I began to wish that I had just fought through getting a bit tired and plowed her into one last orgasm and came myself.

I would have creampied her, and the thought of that was the only thing my little head kept thinking. It didn't want the rubber anymore. It knew how much better it felt without it and it wasn't settling for less. After awhile I began to soften and told her I didn't thing it was going to happen "because of the rubber" she replied with "Yeah, probably... those things suck..." but she continued to refuse to fuck without one. At this point I knew I probably wasn't going to cum. The cover just didn't feel good enough, and I knew my mind wouldn't let me cum unless I was inside of her and she was cumming too.

She sure tried to make me cum though, She took the cover off and jerk and suck away. I'd say for about 30 more minutes... the whole time I had my eyes closed imagining myself blowing a load deep inside of her I kept getting close, but could not get all the way their. She knew I'd be close because I would get super rock hard. She was even getting some dirty talk in between having me in her mouth, but it Just wasn't happening.

I mind knew what my cock wanted and my mind, in an altered state of kinky and horny, was agreeing. Eventually I told her to stop. It just wasn't happening. I thanked her for letting me pleasure her and told her that I wish I could cum, but I probably wasn't cumming unless I was fucking her to orgasm again and I my cock was not agreeing with the rubber.

She understood, and we got dressed and went outside for a smoke before I took off. She had given me more time than I expected considering what I had donated to her, but I guess that is the power of a good fucking with a hard cock. She made a slight hint that next time she might let me fuck her in the ass.

I still wish that I came while fucking her missionary, exhausted or not. Pulling out from an intense shared orgasm to see a broken rubber and knowing I just came deep in her pussy would have made my day.

It may sound fucked up but I would have found it gratifying. Almost like I deserved it after fucking her brains out and making her cum all over my hard cock.

Here is the second chapter of my story - 'How do good girls end up as bitches?'

I hope that you like it.

Chapter Two � The Good Doctor

Now you�ve got to understand that I can�t detail every sexual event in my little life in this history, otherwise we would be here for weeks. But according to my diary, from the time of my first rape on my 13th birthday over the next 12 months I had sex of some sort with 87 people. Mostly with my Uncle Bob and Dad of course because they just couldn�t keep their hands and cocks off me, or out of me. And it was only when these two perverts started to get tired of fucking me that they saw a way of making extra money and humiliating me even more, so they started selling me, or trading me with other perverts so that they could get at other peoples� kids.

Most of these 87 people were men, as you might imagine, but there were some girls and women too. Some were forced to do stuff with me, others � like wife�s and girlfriends of the sex fiends I was given or sold to � did things with me because they liked it�got off on raping a young girl with a strap on, or making her eat them out while being fucked by their husband or whatever. My diary says that I did some kind of sex with 13 women over those 12 months.

So you see it would be long and pretty boring to tell you about every fuck, rape, blow job, beating, or whatever that I�ve done � but I�ll tell you about the things that marked me the most. The worst of the worst if you like.

One thing you can say about Uncle Bob is that he�s not stupid � corrupt, perverted, sadistic yes � stupid, no. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a pregnant 13 year old school girl, who happened to be his niece. What he needed fast was a tame doctor that would put me on the pill. True I hadn�t started my periods yet, but he didn�t want to take any chances. I know him and my Dad talked about having me sterilised permanently, just to be on the safe side, but Uncle Bob thought that maybe in the future they might want to �breed me� and that I might be worth more if I could get knocked up � wasn�t that kind of him? He also needed a way to keep track of whether I was clean or not, after all he didn�t want me passing on any diseases and getting his precious cock all messed up. So they needed a doctor to supply the necessaries.

Being a normal (although perverted) person, you might think it�s hard to find people to do what Uncle Bob needed? Well it�s not. There are perverts everywhere � doctors, nurses, police, politicians, business men and women, whatever. You name it and there�s someone out there dying to do it � for a price. And Uncle Bob seemed to know every scum bag and sex maniac in Manchester and further.

It took Uncle Bob only a couple of phone calls to have an appointment with his chosen medical help � a certain Dr. Stuart Radcliffe. A middle-aged, married general practitioner with two young kids of his own and ambitions towards serious incest, rape and torture.

My Dad and Uncle Bob took me along to the good doctor only 4 days after my first rape session � my birthday present if you remember. My pussy was still sore, but the bleeding had stopped after the second day, and I still had trouble walking normally. My ass was bruised from the spanking, but at least it didn�t hurt anymore when I sat down.

In the days after my first fucking both Uncle Bob and Dad had been satisfied with regular and frequent blowjobs, while watching the rape videos that they had made of me. They didn�t want to fuck me again until I�d been to the doctor, just in case they did permanent damage to my cunt and organs � how caring! So they were happy just to fuck my face instead. And I was relieved to have an easy way out as well, because my pussy was so fucking sore I felt like I had broken glass stuffed up me and bits of blood kept staining my panties � but mum never said a word when she washed my bloody underwear, maybe she thought I�d started my periods? And taking a pee or a shit � Jesus Holy Christ did that burn! I had to squat over the toilet and spread my little cunt lips wide to make sure none of the piss touched my bruised and battered skin. And for some damned reason every time I needed to squeeze out a turd the shit seemed to put pressure on my ripped pussy, making every shit-taking a nightmare.

So there I was on Monday afternoon, sitting in Dr. Radcliffe�s waiting room, wearing Dad�s idea of cute little girl clothes � a tight red t-shirt with little white bunnies and multi-coloured flowers embroidered over the front, a white cotton skirt that just reached about 6 inches above my knees (very short in other words), white ankle socks of course and red open-toe sandals. If I hadn�t kept my knees firmly pressed together you would have been able to see the black silk panties that Daddy had picked out for me, but pressed together they were. My bra of course matched the panties, but you couldn�t see any of that through the t-shirt, you would just have enjoyed glancing at my 30AA boobs and wondering just what it would be like to squeeze those firm, ripe apples.

Dr. Radcliffe had made the appointment for us to arrive after his other patients had gone and his receptionist had finished for the day. So we had him all to ourselves and we soon went through to his office. Now Dr. Radcliffe is not an impressive looking man, being 45 years old, already having a well developed hair hole and a bulging belly � the result of too many Rotary Club lunches and pints of beer in the local strip clubs. The good doctor was of course happily married � happy in the sense that he could screw whoever he wanted as long as his wife didn�t have to hear about it. He is also the father of two children, the oldest � a girl of 8 called Wendy, and a boy of 6 called Jason. As I was soon to find out Dr. Radcliffe had well developed plans for these poor little mites. If you like that kind of thing I�m sure you can imagine the sort of deprived acts he leeringly discussed with Uncle Bob and my Dad.

Once sitting comfortably in Dr. Radcliffe�s rather tatty office and having exchanged the usual British pleasantries about the weather, the price of beer and Manchester United�s chances for next season, we got down to business. At least the perverts did � I was just the object of the discussion and something to be negotiated over as to the level and frequency of abuse I was to endure as payment for the medical services they needed. Money was never mentioned in the discussion since it was clear from the start that the doctor expected payment in kind for his involvement. The question was just how little could Dad and Uncle Bob get away with in terms of my time with the doctor and which holes could he abuse during that time. The doctor had a particular wish to take advantage of my virgin anus and this was not on the table (so to speak) for Uncle Bob and Dad. They wanted to keep this prize for themselves, or at least to be able to auction my ass cherry off to the highest bidder � another great money-making idea from Uncle Bob.

So an agreement was reached and hands were shaken � I was to visit the doctor at his office or a place of his choice once per month, for a duration of 2 hours - for my check up and examination. He would provide all the prescriptions necessary for my contraception and if necessary arrange any abortions that may crop up if contraception failed. Should any sexual diseases be contracted, then he would take care of the treatment. If any other drugs or services were required from him then more time would be allocated or more services provided by me, to be negotiated at the time. On his part during the two hours per month he could take advantage of either my mouth or cunt, or any other part of my body, but he could not penetrate my ass with anything bigger than his finger. Nor could he inflict any permanent marks or damage on my body, but otherwise any torture was permitted. Bruises were allowed as long as they were not visible when I was in public or during school activities. He was also allowed to take photos or videos, but these could not be sold or distributed without my Uncle, or Dad�s permission. He was also not allowed to offer me to anyone else during the two hours. There�deal done, negotiations over � time to sample the merchandise.

So my first examination time had come and although I�m sure Uncle Bob and Dad were tempted to stay and watch, they decided to go off for a couple of beers and would come back in two hours. They reminded the doctor that I really did need examining and then took my prescription off to get my pill supply.

Give the doctor his credit, he did take his time and examine me thoroughly. After nicely asking me to strip he took my weight and blood pressure and he measured my height and physical statistics � maybe he over did the measuring of my boobs a bit, but he did act like a doctor. He was wearing a long white doctor�s coat so I couldn�t see the state of his cock, but from the way he was starting to sweat as I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head, shaking out my long black hair, and unzipped my skirt I would say he must have had the boner of his life. And yes I was doing it slowly � why? Because he only had 2 hours with me and every second I could keep him off me the happier I would be. So down came the zipper on my tight little skirt�so slowly�reaching behind me with both hands for the zipper and pushing out my boobs so that he got a good look. Wriggling my hips (if a 13 year old girl has hips!), I slipped the skirt down my long smooth legs�and his bulging eyes followed it down�down to my shoes�me bending with the skirt so that he can get an eye full of what�s in my bra.

I straightened up holding the skirt and looked around innocently for somewhere to put it � what a neat girl. I folded it nicely and set it down on the chair nearest the door. Five more minutes gone! Now for the bra�reaching behind to the clasp�licking my lips, �It�s so dry in here doctor, could I have a glass of water, please?� The clasp opens and I ease the shoulder straps down over my arms, the cups still snugly holding on to my boobs.

I thought he would pass out at this point; he was steaming and gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. God I was actually enjoying this strip tease! I wriggled my shoulders to shake off the bra and he gasped out loud as my cute little apples came into view � light brown orbs, tight and firm with slightly darker aureoles and cute little nubs standing up under the scrutiny of Dr. Radcliffe. The bra joined the skirt and still the seconds ticked by with no movement from the doc.

Putting one foot up on the chair nearest to him I bent down to take off my sandal, my boobs tantalising the hypnotised doctor�off with the sandal and then the little white ankle sock. Then the second shoe and sock followed, again placed neatly on the growing pile of clothes.

Now for the moment of truth though, I only had my panties left to delay with. Hooking a thumb into each side I began to wriggle the silky black underwear down, over my hot little ass. Over my hips�slow�must do it slowly�easing them down one side at a time�rocking them down my thighs�the crotch sticking to my pussy for a second as they slide down my long, smooth legs � long for a 13 year old anyway. Down to my knees now�lifting one foot, then the other as my nakedness is finally complete and the warm panties dangle from my finger. Neatly folded they too joined my skirt, t-shirt and socks on the pile.

Standing naked in front of the doctor�s desk he studied me from head to toe�paying particular attention to my boobs and pussy. He finally moved a hand and made a circling motion with his finger, �Turn around please Sonia,� he asked. And of course I was happy to make a slow turn so that he could take all the time he wanted to check out my ass.

Slowly he stood and came around the desk and pointed to his weighing scales � more time taken up with a real examination, but that meant really touching me, and that built up his confidence as he started stroking and squeezing his way through checking my breasts, taking the temperature in my mouth, my pussy and my ass! For God�s sake, who ever heard of taking a temperature that way? At least my blood pressure was normal, which is more than we can say about his I�m sure!

�Just hop up onto the examination couch Sonia and put your feet in the stirrups,� says the doc as we get to the part that I really wasn�t looking forward to, the pussy inspection. He slipped on a pair of transparent latex gloves � you know I�ve always found the taste of these gloves a turn on, like whenever I go to the dentist and he (or she) starts pushing these rubber-covered fingers around my mouth it just makes me so hot and I have to fight the urge to start sucking them. Do you feel like that? Anyway it�s not my mouth the old doc wants to poke around in, and he wastes no time pouring gel over his hands and sliding his fingers into my exposed hole. One, two and then a third finger�even with the gel this is stretching things to the limit. I can feel his fingers probing around inside my tender slit, my first ever deep exam. He grunts a couple of times like he�s found something worth digging at and then pulls out his fingers with a rude slurping sound � God that sound is just so rude, sort of like a wet fart when someone pulls out of a wet cunt or ass hole, I always get embarrassed when I hear it.

So next up (literally) is the speculum - cold but at least he lubricated it before sliding that damn torture device up my tight little snatch. Felt like I was being raped by some robot from Mars�and then my poor tight little slit is being stretched wider�.wider�Jesus Christ he�s going to split me in half! �Just relax and it won�t hurt a bit.� No it won�t hurt a bit, it hurts a fucking LOT! My screams echoed around the office and if anyone had been in the building they would have thought I was being slaughtered. But I was going nowhere, with my feet held up and legs spread wide enough to dislodge my joints. My hands gripped the sides of the couch for all they were worth.

�Now, now Sonia,� says Doc Pervert, �We can�t have you wriggling around like that, you might fall off the couch and hurt yourself.� So the doctor opens a drawer behind the couch and produces a set of thick black leather straps. With my mind occupied with the pain in my over-stretched cunt, he�s quickly able to fasten the straps around each wrist to a metal bar running under the seat of the couch. A third, longer strap is attached to both sides of the couch, across my neck � securing my head. From the same drawer he brings out a cute leather ring-gag, which he pushes into my gasping mouth and buckles behind my head. No room to move now and not much sound I can make either, just whooshing or oofing sounds like some damn retard. But the point was that I could make some sound, just not loud or coherent � that�s what he wanted, and a normal gag would have stopped me making any sound. Why was that important? Because he was going to whip me and he was going to get off on my hushed, but not blocked, screams!

Now it was the doc�s turn to strip and he did it a whole lot faster than I had. In 10 seconds flat he was naked except for his fucking socks � can you believe it, he kept his fucking socks on! I guess he hadn�t filled his toy collection at that time because the only thing he had to whip me with was the leather belt that had been holding his trousers up (pants for you Americans). And that was plenty, but at least he didn�t use the end with the buckle.

The first strike of a whip is not the worst you know? It comes as a shock, but it doesn�t hurt the most. To help increase the pain of the blows you need the victim to anticipate the pain and be waiting for it � almost feeling it before the whiplash lands. It�s in the mind of the victim, the extra pain. It�s true, try it.

I don�t think the doc had much experience of this sort of thing � maybe I was his first real chance to try out his fantasies. He landed some pretty hard lashes across my tits and stomach, and I tried to scream � just as he wanted me to, but he seemed to be holding back � unsure of what strength to put into each blow.

The first hit caught me just at the bottom of my breasts and the shock made me strain against the straps and my pussy contracted against the metal spreader still stuck up inside me�trying to push the fucker out of me. But the shock made me suck air in and I didn�t scream at all � the second blow an instant later landed across my stomach � and brought out all the air in a pathetic �Whoosh!� that turned into an even more stupid �Wooor!� sound as the last air left my lungs. He got into a bit of a rhythm after that and gave me a couple of seconds between lashes, so I could get my next breath ready for the almost-scream. And that is what increases the pain � the anticipation of the hit. The knowing it�s coming and the hopelessness of not being able to stop it. Helpless, even unable to scream or turn away from the blows. And I can see him standing there with the belt � naked, his little cock standing up hard against his pot belly. He�s sweating like a pig with the excitement and effort, swinging the belt again��Waugh�..augh�.augh!� Is all I can manage as the tears come pouring out and my half-gagged screams get cut off as I run out of breath and have to drag in another lung full of air.

But tears aren�t the only liquid that started to leak � it�s one of the odd things about me, when I take a beating sooner or later I start to pee. Not big gushing streams, but a little trickle, a few drops at a time as my bladder loses some of its control. And that started now�drops of pee falling from my strained pussy onto the doctor�s office carpet.

It didn�t take long for Herr Doktor to notice my leak and to my surprise he stopped the beating. At first I thought it was because he didn�t want the mess on his carpet, but no he pulled a stool over in front of my slowly leaking pussy and started taking out the metal intruder. Relief! He was a bit rough taking the damn thing out, but I wasn�t about to complain. What he did next really surprised me � I mean REALLY surprised me. He put his mouth to my slit and started lapping at the leaking piss! Now this really was a first for me. I�ve been made to drink a man�s pee before a few times, but I�ve never had anyone drinking mine.

He was pushing his face deeper into my slit now and trying to suck my pee hole, opening my lips with his thumbs�drinking right from the source you might say. I could feel him sucking at me and so I did him a favour � hey you like my pee, have more. So I let him have it, not all at once, just sort of opened the tap a little and let him slurp it down.

I guess this was a big thing for him and really got his motor running. As soon as he�d sucked down the last drop � and there was quite a lot � he stood up, boner in hand and just stuck it straight into the place his mouth had just left. Now his cock was pretty pathetic, but still my pussy was still quite raw from all the mauling that it had received lately and it took a fair amount of effort for him to stuff that skinny 6 incher into my cunny. But this was nothing like the fucking my Dad and Uncle Bob had given me, and old doc Radcliffe humped away for a couple of minutes, his hands squeezing and pulling at my titties, and then he was over the edge. And yes I could feel him inside me, of course I could�I felt every push, every pull back and then every spurt of his dirty cum inside my belly. The fuck lasted maybe 2-3 minutes maximum, so it was no big deal. But my tits and stomach were on fire from the belting. I was bright red from the neck to my pussy � and my pussy was pretty damn sore as well.

He pulled out of me as soon as he got his breath back, pulled out like all guys do, just leaving me with a gaping hole, empty, already leaking cum down from my cunt to my ass crack.

You know guys, once you�ve had your fun and blown your load you are pretty pathetic creatures. You lose all interest in the girl you just fucked, even if you promised her the universe if she would just let you into her pants. I guess that�s why you like hookers so much � no need for commitments. And I guess that�s why guys like me so much, because they can do what they want and just pull their cocks out without a thought. Am I right? You bet your wife I�m right � yeah that�s right, what are wives really for? Fucking � forget it, after the first 50 times it�s a drag right? Having kids - how many guys really give a shit about raising kids? Looking after the house and doing the shopping - it�s not worth it, cheaper to hire a maid. Am I right?

So the doc has blown his load and got his money�s worth. Now he can�t wait to get me out the door and the straps and gag come off fast enough to take the skin off my wrists and neck. He was gentleman enough to help me get my legs down from the stirrups and hand me some tissue for the cum that�s leaking down my ass and puddling on the couch. There wasn�t enough left up me to trickle down my legs, so waddling like a fucked duck I was able to get dressed without getting a mess on my clothes. Putting on my t-shirt hurt like hell, but I left my bra off because my tits were all swollen and it would never have fitted.

As soon as I was dressed the doc hustled me out of his office and into his waiting room � not as much as a single word was said. I guess he called my Dad because 15 minutes later he and Uncle Bob arrived to take me home. From the time Dad had left until he picked me up, the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I guess I got off easy, but the doc certainly found it easy to get off using me.

That was the first time with the doctor, but after that he was a quick learner and every time was a bit harder for me, a bit more painful and the sessions got started a whole lot faster. If you want I�ll tell you more about the doctor and his experiments, just let me know � maybe I�ll make him the subject of a whole story, not just a chapter, he would like that.

You know, when you are writing one of these stories you sort of get drained and find yourself wanting to wrap them up quickly. When I first wrote this down I had thought that I would end this chapter here, but as I was laying in bed the morning after writing it I started thinking about what happened after I had finished with the doctor and was on my way home. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and I was masturbating furiously as I remembered what had happened in the car after my Dad and Uncle Bob picked me up. And I thought, after I had cum, maybe you would like to read about it � maybe it would make you feel the way I did this morning?

So, we walked out to Uncle Bob�s car � a shiny new BMW 5 series, pale blue with soft leather seats. Uncle Bob always had nice things and he liked fast new cars � never really figured out where he got his money from though to buy them.

It was pretty clear to me as we walked that they had been on more than just beer while I had been with the doctor. Even though I was a bit preoccupied with my own aches and pains I could tell they were both pretty high. My Dad got in the driver's seat and Uncle Bob got in the back with me. I love the smell of new cars, especially the new leather and today there was more than just the new car smells, there was a fug of smoke from the joints that they had smoked on the way over to pick me up. A nice sweet smell that I often smelled around Uncle Bob when he was in one of his more relaxed moods.

With Uncle Bob�s arm around my shoulder we zoomed off into the evening traffic and Uncle Bob asked me to tell him everything about what had happened after they left me with the doctor � �Everything�, he said with a leer, �Every little detail of what he did to you and what you did.� So I did. I told them about the striptease, about the examination, about how he strapped me to the couch and about the whipping. When I told him about that part he told me to lift up my t-shirt so he could see the marks and swellings. He whistled when he saw how swollen and red my breasts were and he gently cupped my left breast in his right hand and massaged my poor little nipple � which happily responded to his touch by stiffening for him. He liked that and stroked a bit harder, then switched to my other nipple and got that to stand to attention as well.

I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he liked my story and he told me go on, with every detail. So then I told him about how the doctor had lapped up my pee and sucked down every drop from my bladder as I lay there strapped to his examination couch. That part nearly caused an accident as my Dad hadn�t been paying attention to the driving and nearly ran into a truck turning into a side street. A few nasty words were exchanged between Dad and Uncle Bob about driving tests and road safety and we were back into the story again. But Uncle Bob kept coming back to the pee drinking part and he seemed fascinated by it. After I had been over every detail at least 3 times he had to have some release, his cock was just too painful cramped into his jeans.

�Come on baby� he says, �time to help Uncle Bob relax after a hard day.� And he pointed down at his zip. Now you should know that Uncle Bob always liked me to do all the work around satisfying him. You might have noticed that in my first chapter when Uncle Bob made me rape myself on his cock? Yes, he is a lazy bastard and likes to add to my humiliation by having me make all the moves. So cock sucking often starts by me having to undo his zipper and extract the cock that is going to abuse me. That�s what happened now and with both hands I reached down and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zip. Since his cock was applying full pressure on the material it was quite a job getting him open. But I�ve got small, delicate hands and longer slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around a cock, or opening zips under pressure.

Uncle Bob has a pretty good figure (for his age � 43 at that time, my Dad was 37) and his beer gut is smaller than my Dad�s. He�s also not so hairy. And, very important for trying to give blowjobs in cars, he wears cool, ball hugging underwear that slips down easily. He lifted his ass to help me get his underwear and jeans down to his knees, and there was Uncle Bob�s trouser snake ready for action � as usual.

The traffic was pretty heavy as we drove along and we were going pretty slow, from one traffic light to the next, crawling along really. So it was easy for me to just lean down and take his cock head into my mouth, left hand cupping his balls, right hand holding the root of his shaft. Giving a blowjob in a fast moving car can be a bit awkward if the road is bumpy or there are lots of bends. You either end up doing unexpected deep throat, or half biting off the poor guy�s member. Very risky. But no worries right now, it was a routine, well practised exercise of my tongue and suction � at least it started that way.

I had given Uncle Bob my bra as we got into the car � I didn�t need it and I had no pockets to put it in. But now Uncle Bob found a use for it � that is he reached down and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with my bra. So there I am sitting beside him on his left, but half turned towards him with my head buried in his lap and my hand bound behind me. Believe me this is not an easy to position to work in and requires balance and strong neck muscles, as well as good sucking technique to keep the cock where it needs to be. Fortunately (if I can say that), Uncle Bob was only using my mouth to warm up on. He wanted a fuck and of course I had to do all the work. He pulled my up by my hair and said, �Time to saddle up sweetie, let�s see if you can ride Uncle Bob all the way home.�

With my hands tied it wasn�t easy and I was glad that Uncle Bob�s car had darkened windows or else half of Manchester would have witnessed my ass riding Uncle Bob�s cock. With a little (a very little) help Uncle Bob positioned me over his cock, my head bent under the roof of the car and my knees on the seat either side of his waist. He did lower his ass on the seat just to give my legs space to get in the right position to mount him. And he did hold his cock for me�putting it against the entrance to my cunt and rubbing his old-cum and my saliva up and down my pussy lips.

�Ok baby, take it� he says. So of course I obliged him, letting my weight sink down onto his shaft, but doing it really, really slowly, letting my pussy stretch open with each inch of his cock. Even driving along slowly the streets of Manchester aren�t that smooth and each bump pushed his cock in that bit further. Dad was watching in the rear-view mirror and Uncle Bob reminded him to keep his fucking eyes on the road.

Now you�ve got to remember that although I�ve given hundreds of blowjobs and hand jobs over the years, this was only my 4th fuck. And I�m still only 13 so my pussy was really, really tight. But I had just been opened by the good doctor and fucked (fuck number 3), so it was a bit easier to fit Uncle Bob in this time. And it was a bit less painful since there was some of the doctor�s gel and a bit of his cum still up there, helping me along a bit.

By using my legs it was pretty easy to control the rhythm of the fuck, even with the bumping and turning of the car. It helped that Uncle Bob�s cock was big enough to stay up my cunt even with the rough ride � trying to ride a little skinny cock like this would be impossible, it would just keep slipping out.

So with my t-shirt pushed up Uncle Bob�s hands had free access to my bruised and battered boobs, and he took full advantage with his tweaking and squeezing. And for him it was a pretty fast fuck because we hadn�t been at it more than 10 minutes when he started grunting and thrusting harder into me, hands on my hips now, and his cock started pumping and spurting into my tight cunt tube.

The hardest part about a fuck like this is getting off a still-hard cock! With my hands still tied and Uncle Bob still pretty hard, it was like a contortionist act to lift my ass off him and get it back onto the seat next to him. And that�s when something really odd happened � if you didn�t think it was odd enough for an under-age girl�s uncle to be fucking her on the back seat of a car driven by her father!

Like I said, Uncle Bob liked his cars and he liked to keep them clean, so as soon as my well-fucked ass touched his back seat he goes ballistic!

�What the fuck are you doing you stupid slut?� He screamed, and my Dad almost crashed again for the 20th time. �Stop the fucking car.� He yelled at my Dad, �The bitch is leaking all over my leather seats�.

So Dad zoomed into the first side-street he could find and skidded to a stop. Out he jumped and leaped to my door, wrenching it open. �Get out you moron.� Dad screamed into my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the door.

�Holy fuck! Look at that mess on my leather. She�s leaked cum all over it. You FUCKING BITCH!�

He was in a real state. Angrier than I�d ever seen him. Probably made worse because he was still pretty high from the drugs he�d been on. I was just standing at the side of the car shaking with fear. I could tell my Dad was pretty scared too because he was all white and just kept saying �Take it easy Bob, she didn�t mean it.� And at least he stood between me and Uncle Bob; otherwise I think he would have kicked the shit out of me.

�Well it was your stupid bitch that made the fucking mess so you had better clean it up.� Was Uncle Bob�s answer, and he stood over my Dad with his fists clenched.

So my Dad pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the leather seat. �Not like that you fucking queer.� Says Uncle Bob with a sick grin on his face, �I know you like the taste of cum now and again, so let�s see you clean it properly � with your fucking tongue!�

My Dad went tomato red and opened his mouth to argue, but I think he saw Uncle Bob was in a mood for a fight and Dad would have been no match for him. So, like I was dreaming or something, Dad bends down and starts licking up the mix of his brother�s cum and my pussy juice that had dripped and been smeared all over the back seat.

While I�m standing there with my mouth open like an idiot, Uncle Bob has whipped out his camera and is filming Dad lapping and sucking at the cum I�ve leaked. And Dad starts to really get into it, rubbing his cock through his trousers as he slides his tongue over the wet leather upholstery.

So there�s this unbelievable scene � while my Uncle sticks his camera through the door on the other side, my Dad goes at the seat until it�s shiny and clean as new again. But of course now my Dad has a boner again and needs taking care of.

�Let�s do that again you fucking homo, only this time lets get the whole thing on cam.� Says Uncle Bob. �Sonia, you can jerk off good old Johnny-boy, right there on my seat and then Daddy can clean it up, good as new � OK?�

Now this is just sooooo weird, but we get ourselves set � right there in this side-street where anyone could pass by. Dad�s standing at the open door, his zip open and cock out, me crouching on the car floor behind the passenger seat � and Uncle Bob is filming the crazy scene from the other side of the car.

So I take Daddy�s boner in my right hand and start wanking him, nice and slow � for the camera. The back seat light is on so everything looks good for Uncle Bob�s masterpiece. Dad is well gone and is just oozing old-cum all over my hand. I reach under his balls with my left hand to help him get there and after only a couple of minutes I can feeling him tightening-up, getting ready to shoot, his cum boiling out of his balls.

I moved my left hand quickly out of the way so the cum didn�t land on me and just used my right hand to milk him as he came, squeezing his load out and aiming into the middle of the back seat. The first spurts though reached almost all the way to Uncle Bob and splattered the full length of the back seat. Anybody can say what they want, but I know how to give a great hand-job and get every last drop of cum from a man�s balls!

So that was the first part of Uncle Bob�s script, now we needed the pervy part. We needed Daddy to clean up his own mess.

Now I know a lot of you guys get turned on at the idea of being made to lick up your own cum, but mostly that�s while you have a hard cock and haven�t unloaded. Once you have dumped your load it�s a whole new story and it�s only a real pervert that will REALLY get down and enjoy licking up his own hot cum.

So I guess my Dad really is special because he got down there with his face still all sweaty from the orgasm and started cleaning that leather seat like he was a porn super star. All I had to do was lean back against the seat behind me and let Uncle Bob get his close-ups as Dad scooped up the cum load with his tongue, displayed it nicely for the camera and then swallowed. I couldn�t have done it any better. Dad did a great job of finding and cleaning up every drop and polishing the leather seat to perfection.

Now you�ve got to admit that this would be memorable to a young girl, seeing her Dad for the first time do something that was pretty �gay�. And I can�t say I really looked at Dad the same way after that. I think that it must have marked a turning point for Dad too because I witnessed many other gay acts by him over the next years, usually with young boys and often with shocking violence and even �snuff� for the boys during or after he fucked them. I�ll put some of this in later chapters for you �bi� guys. Let me know if you want more.