My first confession here, and yes, I am new to this place. How I found it, and how I ended up here is a long story, which I can begin to explain by saying that I have always been very sexually active. You can't say that I was promiscous, but I always looked at sex as something normal, healthy and generally a thing no one should be ashamed of.

I am 38 now, female, married for almost 15 years, mom, and. a good wife. My husband is a love of my life, I am still very much attracted to him, we have good sex, and, there is not a single reason I should be unhappy. But...

My sex drive was always higher than his. At the start, when we went at each other like rabbits, I was fully satisfied, I gotta admit. But, since many years have passed, our sex is not as frequent as it once was, and that pushed me to self pleasuring, on a frequent schedule. And, long story short, I somehow ended up here, not for the porn, but for the written word, that can be mostly awful, and clearly made up, but it can be very enticing and exciting to see and read about the experiences and turn ons by others.

So, I guess this is where my story actually begins. I have always been flirty and I have been told more than once, that I am charming, as generally a very socially oriented person, but in the past few years, I have been using flirting as a kind of a vent, fully knowing that it won't lead nowhere, but still practicing it, for the fun of it. Combine that with, always growing self awareness, and the fact that I understand that time passing by is not getting me any younger, a compliment here and there makes me feel warm on the inside.

To be clear, I am objectively aware that I am above average looking for my age, but still, we all have our inner doubts, and we all enjoy our doses of serotonin.

So, in July, I went to a short holiday to Greece, with my mother and my offspring (as I understand the other word is forbidden here), as my husband was prevented to go at that time, because of work, and we also planned another little trip in August, when only we will go to the seaside.

First day, I have noticed a guy working at the kitchen bar, looking at me. It was a small hotel beach, in Rhodes, with a restaurant / caffe on the beach, and an open kitchen, looking at the beach. We chose a place right underneath it, at the top of the beach, and I caught him looking. It is not the first time someone gawks at me in a bikini, so, I forgot about it instantly. That same day, when we went to lunch at the same place, when our orders came, I saw that only my salad had eatable flower decoration on it. When I figured that out, I instinctively looked at the direction of the bar, and he was looking back, with a smile, obviously waiting for my reaction, and if I will figure it out.

That is where our game began. I thought nothing of it. He was a semi/handsome man, in his 20s I would say. Tomorrow, we located again at the top of the beach, and I deliberately started teasing him. You know, nothing special, turning the subbed so he can see me, moving my bikini so I can tan my bottoms. Again, flowers in the salad, plus, the waiter brought a rose in a little vase, only to our table.

Same the next day, as I got a little more daring, when the other two were in the water, I got my top off, to catch a few rays, while also checking if he is looking. He was.

The next day, I was deliberately standing in his sight, while oiling myself to prevent sunburns. I did it slowly, and I did it in a cheeky, sensual way. I also made eye contact for a few seconds, while doing it. And it was exciting, I must say. Not the fact that I wanted to do anything with him, but the fact that he was obviously attracted to me, and that he enjoyed this play, more than I did.

On the 4th or 5th day, I decided to drink my cocktail, standing at the bar, and as the caffe bar, and kitchen bar are continuing to one another, I chose the place at the division of these two sections. He was clearly sweating, not just from the heat, as I saw he was battling with himself if he should talk to me. For a moment, I thought that the kitchen staff is forbidden from talking to the guests, but that wasn't the case, he was just nervous. Then, I realised, he is maybe 24 or 25, and I might look scary to him, as I forgot that I am an "older lady" for him, and that made me feel bad, maybe I have over done it.

But, he found the nerve, and started talking. He was asking me, in bad English, these profane questions: where I am from, am I enjoying the holiday etc. I acted uninterested at first, but he didn't give up. The next day, I started flirting, you know, for flirting sake and my dose of serotonin, and that soften him up a bit.

How I felt? I felt wanted, and one day I even got a little horny, and sent my husband an unsolicited topless photo.

So, I guessed that will be it, even as our flirting game continued.

On day 8, I went out at the evening to the city of Rhodes, since the hotel is not far from it, by taxi, and just wandered around. My trip companions weren't up for it, so I was alone. Just walking, looking at the shop windows etc. And guess, what, around 9p.m., when I was gawking at some silly local made sandals, I heard a silent "hello".

It was him, with a grocery bag, smiling at me. My heart started beating faster, I wasn't expecting him out of the hotel. He politely asked me for a coffee, and I agreed.

What followed was very hard for me. The poor guy outright admitted his feelings for me, like a high school kid, started talking how he works those seasonal jobs during the summer, that he is from continental Greece, etc, etc... That is when I asked him about his age. 21. I felt like the crappiest person in the world. I found an excuse why I have to rush back, mumbled about seeing him tomorrow, and fled.

I thought about how I must've done harm to this young man, and that this time I went overboard, by teasing him into thinking that something could have happened. I really felt bad. Tomorrow, I chose the sunbeds lower, by the sea, so I could avoid him. When I went for a shower, since the showers are at the top of the beach, I caught him looking at me. His face... He was obviously aware that the charade is over.

On our last day, I was laying at the beach, with these thoughts racing through my mind. And at one point, it was after lunch, I just got up, and started walking towards the bar, not knowing what I actually want to say. To apologise?

As I approached, his smile was there. And I just blurred out "I wanna say bye, I am leaving tomorrow"

He was still smiling, and said something like "I liked having you around, looking and talking to you"

And that is where I snapped. "you have a place where I can give you a goodbye kiss"

Regreted saying that, the moment I said it. It looked like he was about to choke on the words not able to come out of his mouth "bed room, around corner"

As I walked to the "bed room", I had the urge to run away, but I thought, you made your bed, so now...

As I got around the corner, I realised that it was a room with spare sunbeds, not a bedroom. He was there, in his apron, breathing heavily. When I got in, and closed the door, we were in a complete dark for a few seconds, before he reached for the light. In those few seconds, a year passed in my mind.

I have never cheated on my husband. Never. My, before mentioned sexual appetite has only been fed by myself, in moments between encounters with my husband. I thought I would never cheat on him, since he really didn't deserve it, but on the other hand, I just wanted to give something to this young man, who I used maliciously, for my own fun, not fully understanding the scale of his feelings. I wanted to have sex with him, at that moment, I did, but from the bottom of my heart, I felt ashamed for wanting to cheat. So when that light came up, I got on my knees, and gave him a blowjob.

He was confused, and obviously very horny. I think he wasn't really experienced, since he was just standing there, stiff, while not touching me at all, except for a few light, gentle touches of my breasts, over the swimsuit. He didn't last long, maybe a few minutes, and he really wanted me, judging by the amount of cum, that I wasn't able to swallow by a single gulp.

When I got up, trying to hide the tremor in my legs, I acted all normal, and kissed him on the cheek. And just went out.

I can't remember the last time I was that wet.

Now, two months later, I am still haunted by this. On one hand, I feel terrible for cheating on my husband, and on the other, I can't stop thinking about that whole event. And if you are asking, no, there is no way this or anything similar will happen in the future. I am out of the flirting game, for good.

I confess: I had a dream (non-sexual) about one ex-girlfriend (from decades ago), woke up just now with morning wood, and dumped a load of cum in my wife.

I occasionally had dreams (non-sexual as well) about this same ex-girlfriend when I was married to my ex-wife. I've probably had more dreams with this particular ex-girlfriend in it than with my ex-wife and current wife combined.

I'm not sure why.

This ex-girlfriend definitely wasn't "the one" - we were young, and neither of us thought either of us were "the one." She wasn't my first hookup, my first blowjob, my first fuck, or my first girlfriend, and we only dated for a few months. She wasn't particularly gorgeous although she wasn't bad looking; her tits and ass weren't particularly fantastic although she wasn't unattractive; the sex wasn't terrible although it's nothing to fantasize about or reminisce over. She wasn't the dumbest or the smartest person I've ever known; our conversations and shared experiences in our immaturity were fun at the time, but nothing extraordinary.

After we broke up, I saw her around in school, but we weren't particularly close, and after graduation, I only saw her three or four times. We haven't seen or spoken to or chatted with each other in over a decade, although we're Facebook friends.

Does this happen to anyone else?

So I'm sitting here in my computer room with my housekeeper cleaning my house. My confession is that the housekeeper is a young and sexy filipina with a tight little body and I would like to fuck her or getting a blowjob from her.
The problem however is that it's my wife that keeps in touch with her and arrange the cleaning. Now I'm not quite sure how I should suggest or getting her on her back in the bed.
Any suggestions from you guys would be much appreciated!

For the past couple of months I've been meeting with a black hooker for amazing blowjobs, it all started with every husbands complaint of after a few years of marriage the sex starts to tapper off. So one day I was super horny and put an add on Craigslist looking for an NSA blowjob, I got a reply from a young black girl who was very close to my work and could host, she claimed she wasn't a full time hooker but just down on her luck and needed some cash. We agreed on $40 for 15 minutes and I got to cum in her mouth.

It was great, so I met with her a couple more times, but at $40 bucks a pop it was adding up, so I struck a deal with her and got her down to $20 every time but I guaranteed I will meet her 5 times a week. Since then I've also managed to basically convince her to let me do anything I want to her mouth for that
15 minutes, and have even gotten her to dress up, or get naked and have been fingering her at the same time.

Since I need to fund this somehow I've stopped eating out and started bringing a bagged lunch, in return I've lost weight from eating better, my boss has noticed my production go up because I tend to only take 5 minutes for lunch plus I'm not tired in the afternoon from a big steak sandwich or something, part of that to is the fact that around lunch I start getting super horny as I email my latest request to my little cocksucker and tend to stay at my desk secretly stroking my cock in anticipation of the afternoons fun to come instead of checking out the office girls all afternoon.

Also right around 7:00 or 8:00 in the evening I start to get horny again thinking about all the dirty stuff I've been doing to this girls mouth and get in the mood, I can't go meet her again so the wife will do. We've been having sex regularly again and because I get most of my perverse cravings taken care of elsewhere I don't mind a little love making, which in turn makes her happy and makes her want to do more for me. This past weekend she surprised me by dressing up slutty and taking it in the ass, which is usually reserved for birthdays and anniversaries.

Recently I've also been conversing with my blowjob girl and have found she rather likes our agreement as she gets some guaranteed income, she knows I'm married so STD free is very important and the fact I'm a good looking guy with a nice, manicured cock makes it enjoyable for her, plus I get her little gifts here and there and am respectful of her boundaries, which quite frankly are non existent when it comes to blowjobs.

Mondays are my favourite because I'm usually having withdrawals and after a couple days of not cumming I have a big load saved up to make a mess all over my little sluts face. I've
already started stroking under my desk so that I have a big, juicy load for her, now my biggest dilemma is to decide what I want to do to her today. Her deepthroat skills are amazing and recently I've been blowing my load when I'm balls deep in her throat, and she able to swallow it without so much as wince, and absolutely no gagging, so maybe that.....

Last week was a amazing, the one day I was in the mood to have her hang her head off the edge of the bed and fuck her mouth, she obliged and I finished all over tits while fingering her. Another day I asked her to put pig tails in her nappy hair and too much makeup, again she obliged and I sprayed a huge load all over her face.
On a few occasions I had her put her tung out for me to fill with cum and then have her swallow it in one big gulp, and all with no complaints.

Friday afternoon I had her sit on the floor up against the bed, I put one leg up on the bed and fucked her mouth with instructions to let my cum dribble out of her mouth onto her tits when I finish, but this time I requested that she beg me for my cum, she was good sport and was very convincing
In her request to "fill my slutty little mouth with cum", and "let me taste that juice".

So now I'm trying to think of new scenarios to try with her, any reasonable ideas? And there is no sex, only oral........

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.

While some would consider this a confession, confession implies that I feel guilt about the subject. I feel no guilt, to me it is a fond memory that some will enjoy, I'm simply sharing.
In 1985, I was stationed in Korea, due to family assets and my paygrade, I was quite well supplied with funds. This was before the "Korean Economic miracle". Pretty much anything was available in Korea for a price. I had the price. I had become somewhat bored with the usual diversions available in the "ville", and decided to find something different. I roamed the bars and clubs for the unusual. had some interesting adventures, yet still hadn't quite found that "something special". However my search bore fruit, I realised one of the Korean bargirls wasn't quite what she seemed. Now this girl was quite lovely, and well known for never having actual sex with guys that picked her up. Her customers were usually young, drunk and horny, and she satisfied them orally. To put it bluntly, Miss Kim could suck the crome off a trailer hitch ball. Now I bided my time until the Team Spirit exercise was well underway, My unit was exempt from exercise activities, I took leave for the 10 days or so of Team Spirit and happily relaxed in my off base quarters. The "ville" was quite pleasant, not many troops running the bars, and the bargirls had cash flow problems, most paid their rent on a weekly basis, and with few customers they were having trouble making the rent.
Miss Kim was no exception. so one night I bought her several overpriced "juicies" and started negotiations. She quickly explained that she only did blowjobs, no sex, we agreed on $15.00 the going rate. Then I brought up the subject of extras. I am quite fond of bondage, nothing rough or painful, just bondage. She seemed less than thrilled, but rent was coming due. We went to my apartment, it was a cold night and she was quite happy about my budget allowing more heat than she could afford, We actually had a snack, she was rather shocked when I cooked a couple nice omeletes, apparently Korean men know there is a kitchen in their home, they just don't care where it is. Miss Kim stripped to the waist, nice breasts, small, but then Asian women aren't noted for having huge breasts. I tied her hands behind her, she knelt and nuzzled at my jeans, Then I surprised her, she wasn't expecting that I would tie her ankles and then connect them to her wrists. I rubbed her neck awhile, she relaxed, Then I really upset her, I pulled her jeans down, sure enough, there was a penis, She was a old-op transexual. Kim was quietly freaking out now, but I rubbed her neck some more. Finally she nervously asked what I was going to do, I happily explained I wasn't going to hurt her, but I was going to get the blowjob I paid for and was going to take some pictures. I promised no one else would see the pictures, and her penis would be our little secret. We both knew that in Korean culture she would be outcast and fired at the very least if the club owners knew she was a old-op. So she knew I had her right where I wanted her. It was an excellent blowjob, probably the best I've had. When she finished she asked when I was going to untie her, I said in the morning, I had been watching and while blowing me, Kim had become very erect, not a large penis, rather small actually, but quite erect. I asked what she intended to do with her hard-on, She wanted to masturbate and couldn't with bound hands. I had a perfect situation, a lovely "girl" bound and desperate for sexual release, and quite helpless. She tried to rub herself on the sheets, but I wouldn't allow it. I embraced her and explained that she needed to make me very happy that night, and that I might help her out if in a good mood. I think being revealed as a old-op and being helpless combined to excite her. Her penis started twitching she was so excited, so I offered my cock to her lips again and I thought she would suck my balls through my uretha. I pulled out and shot a load all over her face. She was so excited she was trembling, being a nice guy in my own way, I took her penis and started slowly stroking her, she shot off in about 30 seconds. I offered her my semen covered hand and she licked it clean. I cut the cord attaching her ankles to her wrists but left her bound, we cuddled and rested awhile. Before long, she started licking me again, she was as aggressive as a bound person could be. We had a nice long talk on many topics, including anal sex, Kim was an anal virgin. and quite scared about anal, I told her I would never force anal on her, but with vibes and such we could prepare her for anal. Somewhere in the course of the night we agreed that she would quit the club job and move in with me, I had about two years left in country. There was a financial part to the arrangement of course, I had a very agreeable sex slave for about two years, and she had a nice little nest egg to pay for her operation. Now this was before don't ask don't tell, and of course we were very discret about her something extra, Kim was usually bound during sex, she seemed to enjoy being helpless, but safe, In fact sometimes I would get home and find she had cuffed herself and was kneeling in the living room. I was always careful to not bring friends and co-workers home unless she knew in advance. Now both of us are married to others now. I to my wife, who knows nothing of this period of my past, and Kim to a nice Korean man, who knows she wasn't born female. Other than Christmas cards we have no current contact, my wife thinks Kim was my secretary while I was in Korea. Upon reflection, I think I was attracted to Kim because I knew I could have a submissive lover, her penis never really interested me, other than a means of control. But considering that I do have a somewhat nice Motherless.com gallery of spam's I have to wonder. Just thought I would share this little story.

I'd like to say that I've fucked my daughter's best friends. It all happened one summer night. My daughter was upstairs in the living room watching those lousy Twilight movies with her two best friends, Dee and Cee. Which were two very attractive young women. Perky tits and nice peach shaped asses, a regular couple of hotties. My lovely wife was upstairs in the bedroom fighting off the flu that's gotten her down. With the flu medication she was taking, she was knocked out. And I was down in the basement, on the computer, surfing the web.

I stumbled across a porno site and began stroking my hard cock off to a vid with a sexy college girl being pounded in the ass by a muscle stud. As I began increasing my speed and nearing my climax, I head muffled whispering and I quickly turned with a gasp and pulled them up. To my surprise there stood Dee and Cee, their eyes staring at my crotch. "What are you girls doing down here?" I remember saying.

They looked at each other flirtatiously and walked over to me. They told me that they wanted to have a little fun. I told them what about my daughter, she'll be wondering why her friends have left. They chuckled and told me that she was out cold on the couch. Fell asleep.

I got up, closed the door to the basement and want back to them. "Well we're all alone now, girls." They smiles and we began to kiss passionately. First Dee... then Cee... and then right back to Dee. Cee got down to her knees and pulled down my pants and began sucking my hard cock. Her mouth was amazing... I must say, the way she was sucking me off I nearly shot my load right then and there. "I can't believe you girls are so kinky." I said as Dee kneeled down and began to suck my cock along with Cee.

As things got even more heated, I told them lets take it to the back, where there's a small room and a bed. The room was for any relatives that came over to visit. So we all entered, Dee and Cee took off their clothes and began fooling around with each other. Man it was so fucking hot, I sat and just watched as I stroked my throbbing dick that was about to burst.

Dee told me she wanted me to fuck her brains out. But then she told me I couldn't fuck her pussy, since she had a boyfriend and that was his. So I told her what am I gonna fuck? She smirked, laying back on the bed, spreading her legs and pulling her cheeks back, she presented to me, her tight little ass-hole. I spurted little beads of precum, I couldn't believe this. So I lined up my cock with her hole and slowly eased my way in... it was tight. Felt so good. And then I began to thrust inwards. Slow at first until she liked it and wanted me to go a little faster. I had her moaning out loudly as she gyrated back into me. Cee was lying next to her fingering her pussy as this happened. I reached over, grabbed my digital camera and took a snap shot of my dick in Dee's ass. As you can see. I pounded Dee's ass good and hard, she screamed and moaned as I slid in and out of her. My balls slapping against her clit. She came and hard. I bursted a load right into her ass. She lied on the bed, composing herself. I took a breather or two and then moved onto Cee, automatically I lined up my cock with her ass, but she backed off. Told me she didn't want to do that, that I could fuck her pussy.

So I laid back and Cee mounted me. Her pussy was tight, warm and so wet. It was such a great sensation as my cock slid in and out and as her pussy walls contracted tightly around my dick. I had to take another snap shot of me fucking Cee's pussy. You see that too.

Cee came in a matter of minutes, squirting and moaning. Her body shuttered. Dee watched on while fingering herself like crazy, cumming again. They both went on sucking my cock again. It was so amazing. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head and I was in heaven. My wife barely gives me blowjobs anymore and never would've let me stick my cock into her ass.

Cee kept sucking my cock, making eye contact with me. She told me she wanted me to take a pic of her as she sucked my balls. So I did. Dee wanted to be kinky and she blind folded Cee with my tie and made her deepthroat my cock, and I just needed to take another pic of this. I couldn't hold off anymore and I blew my load into Cee's sweet mouth. She was a pro and kept every drop in her mouth, only little drops draped down the sides of her mouth. It was so hot. Dee and her swapped my cum back and forth into each other's mouth as they made out, until they both swallowed it. The three of us laid there on the sweat covered sheets. I couldn't believe that I just fucked both of these girls. We chatted a bit, I really can't remember about what, but it was just your typical pillow chat. Sometime later, they got up and pulled on their clothes. Each of them kissed me goodnight and told me thanks for the fun.

And that was it. This happened last summer... but I've just gained the courage to finally tell this amazing event in my life. A secret kept from both my wife and daughter. I must say when Dee and Cee come over it's a bit awkward and lets say I can never look at them the same again.

Hope you enjoy the story and pics... sorry if it's a bit rough, but I still get chill remembering and it still gets me hard.

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Happy 4th of July!!!

Hi, if you�re offended by incest, underage sex and/or rape, read no further. On the other hand, if these subjects are your thing, well then you�re in luck. I�m going to bet that by the time you finish reading this you�ll have something very hard in your pants for me. I want to share a story about a time long ago when my horny and much older brother took full advantage of his time alone with me when I was very tiny and impressionable.

I was practically still a baby when Mark moved back into our house. Mark is my older brother from another father and at that time he was going through a separation from his wife and as a result had temporarily moved out of their apartment and into our house. I didn�t know Mark very well because he had moved out years before, way before I was even born. But I was thrilled that he was now going to be living with us. I even thought this might be a good opportunity to bond with my older brother. Besides, at the time, I think I was really in need of a father figure especially since my real dad had recently divorced my mom and moved away.

Late one night, me, Mark, my other brother, Mike who isn�t much older than me were all watching some TV in the living room while my mom was preparing to leave the house on a date. I can remember that as she walked out the door my mom shouted something to Mark about her staying out late and to not let Mike and me stay up past our bedtimes. Mark shouted back his okays and with that she was off.

I sat at one end of the couch while Mark sat at the other end. I recall that as we watched TV I was sucking enthusiastically on a lollipop. And as I continued licking, slurping and sucking on my lollipop, I noticed that Mark had stopped paying attention to the TV and was now staring intently at me. Even though the room was dark and that I wasn�t looking directly at Mark, I could still see his reflection off the coffee table glass that was in front of us. He had a bed sheet draped over his lap and I could see some aggressive movement taking place from under the blanket not to mention the steady vibration flowing through the couch. Though I didn�t realize it at the time, Mark was actually beating off to me sucking on that lollipop.

The night progressed and I continued to ignore Mark�s strange behavior. Mike on the other hand, lay on the floor�his eyes glued to the TV and he wasn�t paying any attention to Mark and me.

About an hour after my mom had left but much sooner than our usual bedtime, Mark announced to Mike out of the blue that it was his bed time and that he�d better go turn in. Mike protested and complained about it being too early for bed but Mark wasn�t hearing it. As Mike headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth, Mark shouted �never mind that, just head straight to your room, shut your door, and don�t come out the rest of the night.�

I felt awkward because Mark had not said anything to me about me going to bed so I started to crawl off of the couch to make my way to my room but as I did that Mark called on me silently. �Knolee, sweetheart, come here.�

�uh, huh?� I said curiously as I approached him. �I didn�t mean for you to go to bed, sweetie only your immature brother. You see, I think deep inside you�re much more mature for your age and �grown up� far more than your brother, Mike and I think you should be allowed to stay up much longer than he.�

�Really?� A smile formed on my face in delight that Mark actually thought I was mature for my age and that he�d even used the words �grown up.�

Oh, how naive I was. How could he really think I was mature, until just recently I had still been in diapers and sucking on a pacifier. Unbeknown to me, Mark was super horny and was now cooking up a plan to rape his little baby sister.

�Sure, Knolee. As far as I�m concerned, you�re a grown up little lady and should be treated as such. Unless� maybe you think I�m mistaken and should just treat you like your immature brother, Mike and send you off to bed? Is that what you want, Knolee?�

�Oh, no� no!, please don�t send me to bed. I can be grown up and I can do grown up things too.� My words made Mark�s face just light up with excitement.

�Great, Knolee. So� I think the first thing you should do as a grown up is to remove all your clothes. �huh?� I said with an open-mouth shocked look on my face.

�It�s ok, Knolee. Trust me. That�s the sort of thing grownups do when their alone and the little immature kids are away. Here let me help you. Mark turned on the lamp next to where he was sitting then reached over, lifted me into the air and placed me on the coffee table in front of him. I had no idea what he was doing and why but just dismissed it as some type of normal grown up behavior and so I just stood there on the coffee table frozen like a statue waiting for Mark�s next move.

Mark stood up in front of me and with a look of nervous anticipation he began to unbutton my shirt and then started to remove other pieces of clothing off me anxiously as if eagerly unwrapping a present.

When Mark had me down to my sox and panties he stopped and sat back down on the couch and just sat there quietly for a moment taking me in with his eyes as if trying to decide whether he should do this or not. Finally after thinking it over for a minute or two, Mark stood back up and with shaky hands he slid his fingers inside my panties and began to slowly lower them. I could see the look of pleasure on his face as he reveled my little girl parts. I heard him say something about how he loved pink skin and hairless cunts.

Just then out of nowhere, Mark crouched down and buried his nose between my legs and cupped my ass cheeks with his cold hands and pulled me in tightly, grinding my young pussy against his face while he breathed in heavily. I could feel the prickly points of his facial hair against my smooth skin and my mind was racing to try and figure out why he would want to smell me down there.

After the weird smell thingy, Mark picked me up from the table and placed me on the floor in front of him. He cupped my chin with his left hand while he reached into his boxer shorts with his right and pulled out this huge semi hard thick monster from his fly and then started running it around my face and across my lips as if trying to intimidate me with it which I must say was actually working.

Mark then sat back down on the couch and brought me in closer between his knees. He wasted no time, he reached over for my hand and wrapped it around his now very stiff rod and began an up and down regimen. As he masturbated himself with my tiny little hand he moved my hair away from my face and brought me in to meet his lips with mine. His tongue aggressively trying to force its way between my lips; after a short struggle I gave up and just opened up and let him explore the inner regions of my mouth. Mark was actually making out with his baby sister and he was savoring every second of it.

He let go of my hand but then gave it a sharp tap as if to indicate for me to continue stroking him and so I did as I was instructed.

I continued jerking him off while our mouths were locked together and our tongues were caressing one another. Both his hands now free, he started rubbing my shoulders and then my back all the way down to my perky pink tushie. He hungrily fondled my ass, legs and cunny.

I wondered how much more �grown up� the situation would get but didn�t have to wait long to find out. Mark released my mouth just enough to say some stuff but continued savoring my lips and tongue while speaking to me. �Oh, Knolee you�re so fucking hot and pretty. Your mouth tastes like candy. I bet you suck a good dick don�t ya baby?...Or are you just a little cock tease like the rest of the bitches I meet?� I wasn�t replying to him only because I had no idea what he was saying to me.

By now he was squeezing my hand tightly over his rock hard cock and stroking himself even harder while with his other hand he was fingering my asshole. I didn�t mind the stroking and mouth assault but the finger in my ass was painful. Luckily, he wasn�t in my ass very long

Mark then grabbed the sides of my head with his hands and forcefully began to pull my face down on his awaiting cock. Fear rushed through my mind and as my eyes came closer, I could actually see it twitching in anticipation. The head was red and covered with precum.

�Knolee, you fucking tease�open your fucking mouth�.� His cock pushing against my closed lips; he had to tell me twice because I wasn�t responding to him as I was frozen with fear. He decided to take matters into his own hands. He cupped my chin with his hand and squeezed the sides of my jaw firmly with his fingers and thumb until managing to force open my mouth and then began to raise his hips while forcing my head down with his other hand.
By that time, I had finally decided he was going to have his way one way or another so I just opened up and let his cock pass my lips and into my hot, moist steamy mouth.

�oooooh you hot little cunt� that feels so fucking gooood! I can feel your baby teeth, tongue and throat. You�re such a good little whore..oh, that feels so unbelievably good.� I heard him exclaim as he felt my lips wrap around his stiff prick. He immediately started bobbin my head up and down and was pushing up into me, fucking my mouth like a young tight pussy. In retrospect, it must have been a long time since he�d gotten any pussy because he was fucking my face without regard and with such lust.

Almost immediately I felt the head of his cock pushing aggressively against the opening of my throat. I was scared and didn�t want to swallow his cock. I looked up at him hoping for some mercy but that actually backfired. He must have liked me looking up at him because he asked me to continue looking at his face while he continued fucking mine.

I soon grew tired of resisting so I relaxed my throat and just let him slide in deeper which of course was what he wanted all along.

�Fuuuuck, Knolee you learn quickly. Yes, breath trough your nose, baby..yeah just like that.� My lips reached the base of his cock and the curly hairs tickled my nose. By now his thick finger had once again found its way into my tight asshole and he took pleasure in caressing my ass while fucking into my mouth.

Time passed and by now he was pulling me all the way up off his cock and then shoving me back down filing my throat with his thick cock each time and was moaning with every down stroke; all the while continuing to shout profanities at me.

Finally, my very horny brother held my head down one last time and I could feel his juice flowing down my throat pipe. �Swallow, baby, swallow�..Is what he was saying to me while pumping into me like a car at a gas station.

It felt like an eternity but he finally pulled out of my mouth and sat back in the couch with a big smirk of satisfaction permanently implanted on his face. I licked around and felt cum oozing down the sides of my lips. It didn�t taste bad and I was just glad the whole ordeal was finally over.

�Knolee, sweetie that�s the best blowjob your brother has ever had.� As if I had a clue to what he was saying.

�I think I�m going to stay here permanently now that I�ve discovered you my new little fuck toy. You and I are going have so much fun together, Knolee. But let�s keep it a secret ok. And go to bed young lady. Your mom will be home any minute and will kill me if you�re still up.

I was exhausted and my jaw was sore because of the assualt, so I sprinted off to bed. For the next two years, Mark had his way with me at any given chance and always made sure to make me promise I wouldn�t tell my mom. Eventually though, my mom discovered suck marks on my inner thighs and neck and got suspicious and she kicked Mark out of the house.

I didn�t mind Mark so much while he was there because he would take me and my friend Susie to the zoo and other fun places and would buy us stuff; just as long as we would let him touch and do naughty things to us. Ultimately, he even got to nail poor little Susie but that is a story for another time.

Well? Did I win my bet? Are you hard as a rock? If so, well congratulations to you. You�re only human and your reaction is perfectly normal. If I failed? Well nothing�s wrong with me, something�s wrong with you! Lol!

Until next time, Bye!

Love, Knolee XOXOX

OK, my current fantasy...

Wife and I are both super horny and decide to follow thru on a fantasy we've had. We arrange with an 18 year old man we know to bring some friends over. Once they arrive, they have free rein on my wife and can do whatever they want with her. Being mostly inexperienced, they have a lot of fun getting blowjobs, fucking her pussy or even just having her jack them off. By prior arrangement, although some of them will nut in her pussy or her mouth, most of them pull out and shoot all over her hair, face and body. After the dozen or so young men are satisfied, and my wife is glazed like a donut, it's my turn with her. I take her in my arms tightly, mount her, slide my cock into her creampied pussy and start making out with her as we slowly make love. The guys are watching us, and first one, then a few, then all of them, piss all over us while we fuck on the floor.

We are satisfied with our one-time fantasy and hope to use the memory to fuel our sex lives for years to come, but the boys have other ideas. They took plenty of photos and video and pass them around. They start coming over, in small groups, maybe even one or two at a time, to use my wife whenever they want to bust a nut. They don't care if we are doing anything else, they just drop in, bend her over, and fuck her. As a group, they start using our home as their hangout spot, relying on me to provide beer for them. And maybe some of them might decide to see what a blowjob from a guy feels like...

CONFESSION:

A long time ago, but not too long that I can’t remember it, I had an affair with one of my step-mothers. I don’t know which number she was, as my father never told us about some of his wives, but I do believe she had been wife number four and number seven at different times.

She had waited for the right moment to begin in earnest. There wasn’t much but “accidentally” left open doors and some “oops” nudity during the first marriage. Enough to make me curious but not enough to be inviting to trying something.

During the second marriage is when things went full blown. By this time my father was not able to have sex at all because of medication he was taking that left him impotent. When he was away she’d play and play often. It wasn’t odd that she’d have a couple male (and some female) friends over for the weekend, all of them holed up in her room, while the stench and sounds of sex came from within.

The years between marriages hadn’t been the best to her. She was never quite hot to begin with but she had some looks. During the first marriage she was skinny with small tits and what could be considered a bigger ass for her frame. When the second marriage came around she had been doing drugs and living hard for awhile and had acquired a bit of a paunch. Her ass didn’t look as good with the paunch, and her small tits were not nearly as firm as they had been before. Like I said, not quite hot but had some looks that she’d let go a bit due to drugs and hard living. Still enough to get my young hormones going though and if you hadn’t seen her from before there wouldn’t have been enough of a difference for anyone to care.

My father was out traveling the country as part of his job for weeks on end. It ended up with just her and I in the house most of the time and she kept up with the “accidental” door openings, more overt teasing than before (she loved parading around the house in nothing but a towel that just barely covered her). I fully admit to standing at a vantage point to see through the door while her and her friends were inside, jerking off to her getting fucked. I was still at the point where I wasn’t sure if she knew or not; sometimes I was sure she knew but other times I doubted it. She never really let on either way until after we started fucking.

I’m also pretty sure she had spied on me when I was jerking off in my bedroom alone. I’d hear a floor creak or a rush of air would jiggle the door (we had really shitty doors) just enough to know someone had been outside of it a moment before. I know she had watched some of my first ever blowjob.

She had a liberal view of friends coming over, which meant that I could have girls come over to spend the night just as much as guys. I’d fooled around some with girlfriends but never really closed a deal on anything until a girl I knew came over to spend the night. Her and I weren’t a couple and were barely friends at the time but it was one of those “we know this is going somewhere, we just don’t know where…” type relationships. Early the next morning, after a smoke or two, the girl and I got to talking and I negotiated a blowjob from her. I sat on the bed, she pulled my cock out, and sucked it like a pro. As this girl was sucking me off I saw something out of the corner of my eye, in the window, a shadow or something, that moved. I looked over and saw something dart down. I caught just enough of the black hair to recognize that it was my step-mother’s head that had gone out of sight. I told the girl that I wanted to change position. I stripped naked, we changed position, and she went back to sucking my cock. I played with her tits and looked out the corner of my eye at the window. I had positioned us so that if my step-mother were to look again she’d get a perfect view of everything; my cock, the girl sucking it, the girl’s tits… everything. After a minute or two more the girl was set to make me cum and I got a bit loud. I saw that movement at the window again and did a quick glance; it was definitely my step-mother and she was watching the climax. I came in the girl’s mouth, at the girl’s insistence, and made sure she got every drop. I stood up and the head disappeared from view again.

Nothing was said until later that night when after dinner, while my step-mother and I were sitting on the couch in the den, she asked if I had gotten any from the girl. Even though I knew she knew I still had that bit of doubt that crept in, just like when I was outside her door jerking off, and I told her that I had gotten a blowjob but not revealing that I knew she had watched.

This was another thing she was liberal about: sex talk. She’d ask questions as if she were doing a paper for some sex studies class but without being clinical about it. She’d go downright raunchy when she wanted. She asked if it was my first blowjob, how it felt, did I cum in her mouth or on her tits or on her face, did I fuck her, did she rim me or finger fuck my ass… just about anything one could ask.

So I told her about it. Told her it was my first, it felt great, came in the girl’s mouth and how I was bummed she had to leave instead of being able to stay and get/do more. As I told her all of this I was getting hard again, thinking about the blowjob, and the fact that my step-mother was in that damned towel wasn’t helping matters. I didn’t realize at first but she was getting closer to me on the couch as I was telling her. Around the time I got to the part about being bummed that I wasn’t going to get anymore for awhile she was almost on top of me, which is when I noticed. I noticed that she was so close to me that I could feel her tits, small as they were, brushing against my arm. I swear I could feel heat from her pussy emanating onto my thigh. I looked over at her and saw that that damned towel was undone just enough so that I could see down it at her tits. The hard-on that I had got harder, which surprised me, and I knew there was no hiding it as the bulge on the front of my pants was just too noticeable.

As I stared at her tits, finally silent, I felt her hand move onto my bulge. She was alternating between light and hard strokes over it, driving me crazy. She caught my attention and I looked up at her face. She confessed that she had watched through the window and it turned her on to see me getting my first blowjob. While she confessed this she undid my pants and put her hand into my underwear, stroking and squeezing my cock. I sat there staring at her face, relief and shock vying for control of my mind as at least one secret was out in the open.

She then pulled my pants and underwear down and off, straddled me, and played with my cock, jerking it. She told me that she knew I’d been jerking off outside her bedroom door, that it turned her on to know I was watching her get fucked. As she told me this she moved the head of my cock to rub the outside of her pussy. She moved in and kissed me, full on tongue. When she pulled back she discarded that damned towel then whispered into my ear, “You don’t have to wait too long have some more…”

The last word had barely enough time to linger in my ear as she grabbed my cock and put it inside of her. She used her hands to push me back onto the couch, kissing me as she took the rest of me inside of her. She was riding hard but slow, deliberate strokes, showing me a good time while also getting herself off. After the initial shock of what was happening wore off I got into it and kissed back with the same passion she showed. As she was getting closer to climax she started riding faster and harder, letting out moans. I could feel my own climax building and told her so. She told me to cum inside of her and as I did she grasped me tight, shivering. As I emptied the last of what I had she fell into me and panted, shivering more. I asked if she was alright and she responded yes, but that I wasn’t done. She “may have cum once but once isn't enough”.

We lay there on the couch for a bit, had a smoke, then she took me to her bedroom. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs and told me to eat her. I was apprehensive, as I had never done so, but knowing that she’d guide me. I kneeled down and started licking her. She tasted quite good and I didn’t even care that I could taste myself and my cum in her. All mixed together it tasted great. I took her directions as I ate my first creampie and soon enough she was cumming. She made me go one more time, this time adding in eating her ass, and she came once more all while directing me to how she liked it.

When I stood up I was hard again. She pushed me onto my back on the bed and started sucking my cock. After a minute or two she stopped and asked if she was better than the girl from before. I told her it was no contest. She retorted, “You should bring that girl back and I’ll teach her how to really suck a cock” before returning to doing so herself. I was getting close to cumming again when she stopped.

After wiping her face off she came up, kissed me again, and said it was time for me to fuck her right. She moved onto all fours and told me to fuck her from behind. I moved up behind her, trying to get my cock in, when she reached behind and guided me. Her pussy felt like an even better heaven from this angle and I started pounding away as soon as I got a groove going.

A couple minutes later I was cumming inside of her again, deeper this time. When I had finished I popped right down to eat her again. It had tasted so good mixed together before I wanted more. I had better access to her pussy and ass this time with a far grander idea of what she liked and ate her like she enjoyed. She came once more and we took a bit of a long break.

After resting, making small talk and having a few smokes she said me she was going to be direct with me. She told me she had wanted to fuck me for a long time but held off until I had done something with someone else first. She said she was trying to wait until I lost my virginity but couldn’t and settled for the blowjob I had gotten. She had hoped that I’d take advantage of the two of us being home alone all the time, what with my jerking off to her getting fucked, but got frustrated that I never worked up the nerve to do something.

Then she gave me a choice; we could make this a one time thing and be done with it or we could continue. She told me that if we continued she’d make sure I’d experience things most people would spend their lives regretting not doing or trying to attain. She countered that it might be best if I did seek those things out myself in my own time. She admitted that she wanted to keep fucking and to show me the wide world of sex.

I didn’t hesitate to tell her that I’d love to keep fucking her and I’d be more than willing to do whatever she had in mind.

Over the next four years, the length of time that her marriage to my father lasted from that point on, we fucked almost daily. She was or had introduced me to my first everything. She was my first anal, my first facial, my first fisting, my first golden showers and my first pegging. She introduced me to cocksucking and getting fucked by men.

That girl that had given me my first blowjob? She was part of my first threesome with the step-mother, after a little liquor to loosen her up to the idea of fucking my step-mother as well as myself. The step-mother taught her how to eat pussy just like she had taught me. She showed the girl how great getting her pussy ate was. She also taught her how to give a superior blowjob, just like she had said she would.

Threesomes, foursomes, and more. Just about everything under the sun she was a part of the first of.

And the seconds, and the thirds, and the fourths, and…