Looking for daddy daughter role play in Socal orange county. I want a Rp little girl to climb in my lap and start kissing my neck as i slowly start molesting her, and i teach you how to suck my dick and then fuck you mercilessly

I confess that I want to hear stories from girls who were molested and enjoyed it. How old were you, who did it and what happened.

I fucking hate all the child molester and incest shit on this site they should change the name of this site to pedophile central or I didn't get enough love from mommy so I harbor sick fantasies of my own mother...... This site needs to get this problem under control

I had a chubby brunette chick like this that was sexy and she cried loud as I made her strip because she didn't want to and when she got to her bra and panties she asked me in a sniffling shaky voice what now I said cunt get that bra off so I can see them titties and come closer and I grabbed her by her panties and I snatched them up into her cunt and pulled her around the room then I surprised her because I invited a big fat nasty dike over and sat back and just watched as she molested her and listened to her cry as it happened

Anyone seen the video where the chick walks into a waiting room and the doctor is on the phone. He finally gets agitated by her pestering him so he strangles her and strips/molests her. If you have a link it'd be much appreciated.

i confess that when i was a young teen boy, I had a younger female cousin who teased me like crazy! Looking back, i wish i would have done more, i cant help but wonder if she was molested or used like a good little girl by her dad. She would do cartwheels in long tshirts with no panties. She later got caught fucking my younger cousin. I have so many regrets. I want to talk to any females that are turned on by or have experienced incest. if you were used as a girl or are being used now... or anything else related to the subject. I am taboo with a naughty mind.... my a0l or skyp3 is matt4lust, send me a message so we can chat. if it turns you on, you get top priority... open to any age...

I'm lookin for a video similar to this one. Its like 3 guys molesting a arab girl.

Hi. My confession is that I wish my mother hadn't abandoned me when I was 11. No matter how hard I try to stuff it down deep inside, it still hurts. I wish I hadn't been molested a bunch when I was little and made to stuff. I wish that I had been a better little boy so that my mom would've wanted me. I wish that I had told my dad and my grandma and my sister how much I loved them before they died when I was a teenager. I wish I hadn't done most of the things I've done and I wish I had done most of the things I haven't.

But I'm really grateful that I love animals. My cats and dogs are my life and they always love me and want me and need me to love and care for them. They never judge or laugh or ridicule. We are just always there for each other and that makes everything else ok. They all cuddle up to me on my bed every night to stay warm.

Anyway, that's about it. Thanks for letting me do this.

I confess I wish I was molested by a female when I was younger..
It turns me on so much when I read or hear about people well mainly women getting molested even better when they let it keep happening anyone else like this or am I jus that sick

I want to watch my girlfriend fondled and molested by my guy friends. I want her to sit topless as they play with her tits, squeeze them, suck them. I want her to dance naked for them, with those boobs bouncing around. She's a little shy, but once she gets going, she's going to give them the show of a lifetime.
I'll even let you grope her, if you let me watch and Jack off to that.

My wife Stella she come home form jogging wearing her running   shoes and capri  length leggings the hottest thing she her crop top she went into  the house I come from behind and while she's watching the tv on the sofa I say I love you my princess as I put my  hands around her neck from her behind squeeing her neck  strangling her to death  she was screaming and crying begging to be free she said  get off me you pervert I told he r exactly what I'm gonna do after  I killed her by strangulation I raped he'd  and posed and kissed her in doggy pose her and posed her to suck me after  I picked her up after I changed her back into her capri leggings and runners I  dragged  her whit  her feet into the garage saying I'm gonna rape your pussy as I pick her up and put her  in my car driving her around raping her corpse taking photos of her posed body shes still dressed up  back of the car   Kissing her boobs and hands around neck funking her in doggy pose I bring her home I bring her body up into our bed dressed  her back into her workout outfits taking her photos and kissing her body and putting her in doggy pose do and I pose her so she could suck  my dick and I'm raping her after I'm done for a while I put her in the boot of my car and i rape   her every day rn acc in her workout outfit rn in molesting  her 

This is what you get for molesting a child in India.

I confess that i have watched it many times and still find it very funny.

Here is something that happened to me today.

Earlier today, I was walking home from seeing a movie, and I passed by this one house which I pass most days, and there is a girl living there whom I believe to be underage, and she is very beautiful.

Well, she was having an argument with her mom, and I guess her mom was refusing to let her come back inside the house. So the girl looked directly at me from across the street (there was nobody else around) and said "my own mother won't let me back inside the house!" and her tone of voice seemed to suggest that she wanted me to take her home with me, knowing I live down the street. Note that I have never spoken to her.

Well, she's hot, but not to the point that I'm going to be accused of kidnapping or false imprisonment or something, lol. So I didn't say anything, I just kept walking. Because I'm not an evil rapist or child molester.

Anyway what do you guys think of that story? lol.

Yesterday or last night I responded to a confession post from someone who said he was abandoned by his mother and molested as a kid and he had all these regrets, etc. Now I can't find it. I noticed it because it seemed like a real confession, unlike 99.9% of the crap we normally read. I was intrigued by it and now it seems to be gone. Has anyone seen it? I know the mods are trigger happy on deleting stuff for no reason, but there's no way in hell that thread violated any rules.

Well, I'm going to confess to you about my terrible nylon fetish, you can read this if it turns you on because this is completely true. I didn't really mean to, but I've ended up writing a lot including about the time I was raped. So, if this shit turns you on, read on, but if you're fantasising about it I don't want to know because this did happen to me and it is painful to think about.

I'm a straight male teen, but I really want some nylons to wear. I hate how my body is starting to bulk and become more triangular, I also hate my bodily hair but don't want to shave it off or i'll be made fun of. I love having long legs and want to "neutral" looking slim body for a while but can't. I actually detest the male body, including my own, which is probably the explanation for my nylon fetish.

I really want to get some new nylons, but I'm too embarrassed to buy them from a store and my mail is always intercepted before it gets to me so I can't get anything online. I hate it, the ones I have no are ripped and stretched too much and stained and don't look sexy at all. I'm considering going out of town to buy nylons and just gritting my teeth about the embarrassment.

Despite all this, I don't actually like having this fetish at all. It possesses me, I have an alter ego. I call her Jess. Jess comes out when wear nylons, or sometimes, if I smoke cannabis, I become jess for real and put on a girls voice and act very girly.

I have this terrible nylon fetish. I think I have it for these reasons:
- Both of my old sisters (12 and 15 years older than me) used to carry me around on their feet when I was little, often whilst they wore nylon. I'd straddle their feet and they would "walk" with me. I used to love the feel of their nylon. I was a strange child, I remember being 6 or 7 and writing on a board in my room about wanting to have sex with a girl in my class, and how embarrassed I was when my sister read it and then would tease me about it. I can remember one time when I was about 7, I went into my sisters bedroom when I couldn't sleep and got into the younger of my two sisters beds and began cuddling her because I wanted sex, she must have been about 16 at the time. I kissed her on the cheek a few times and put my arms around her chest telling her I was cold. Nothing happened, she just acted innocently and carried me back to my bed, sat and talked to me for a while about general stuff (i don't remember what, nothing exciting) and then gave me one of the blankets from her bed.

- I used to steal their nylons, and got caught several times. I was always told they were not for boys, and that made them strictly taboo, and therefore more exciting. When asked why I couldn't describe why, I just said "they feel nice" and that was probably all I knew, because I didn't know much about sexual feelings at all.

- I don't find men attractive. I hate the male body, including my own. I think this is probably because when I was 8, I got molested by a 13 year old boy.

I've never told anyone this in real life, but I've posted it on here a few times. This is a genuine story and I'm not getting a kick out of writing this, it's a confession, coming from one fucked up person, so you can get a look into my physce and maybe understand why I'm in the dark corners of the internet. This boy was an older brother of a friend at school. Basically, I used to see his younger brother a lot as we were close friends and he would come to my house often, nothing gay we were just friends. During the summer I had a pool in my garden and he and his older brother came round.

Well, it was warm and we were in swim shorts, and the younger brother went to the toilet inside the house. This left me and his older brother in the garden shed (it's like a summer house) with his brother and he started telling me all these secrets that his brother and had told him about me. Petty stuff, like which girls I fancied, what trouble I had been in at school - he never knew about the nylons.

This boy picked up hammer that was in the shed and then threatened me to suck his cock. He never actually hit me, and that's what I'm ashamed of, but I was young and intimidated he was overwhelming me with blackmailed. This boy rolled down his trousers and told me to suck his dick unless he wanted everyone to know my secrets. I said I didn't want to and he started shouting at me. I was in the corner of the room and I did it. I didn't cry, I didn't feel anything, I just did it. I remember that taste, it didn't feel erotic at all, it just kind of felt like a finger. I didn't pull his foreskin back and he was still flaccid or maybe a semi. He didn't cum, and only did it 3 or 4 times. Maybe I was really bad at pleasing him, or maybe he came to his senses, or maybe he was interrupted. I don't remember everything, but he laughed at me and left and said don't tell anyone about this or I'll tell everyone you're gay for sucking a cock.

He stood there laughing and then walked out the garden. I was about to burst into tears and his brother returned and asked me what happened. I said nothing happened. He really wanted to know and I just yelled at him to get lost. He and his brother left.

I really hate that guy. He got away with violating me. He's made me question my sexuality for years and he's fucked me up emotionally. What else is very annoying, is he has a beautiful, absolutely stunning, girlfriend who's 4 years younger than him.

There is no karma is this world. He's got a beautiful girlfriend, while I'm a fucking creep with trust issues, sulking in the corner of the internet, questioning my own sexuality because he ruined my childhood. I've tried to kill myself many times, and considered finding a way to take him with me, but I've never had the guts to do any of it.

I struggle to trust anyone and I hate the male phesque. It makes me question my whole sexuality because of that. Basically, I want to be a girl because I hate men, including myself. The only way I feel femine and happy is with nylon. It lets me escape who I am and I become someone else.

I have considered what it I would need to have a sex change multiple times. I don't feel like I'm close to any of my family members (not even my sisters any more, they moved out when I was about 10 and I barely see them. They probably couldn't wait to get away from me). I often think though when my parents die, I'd have a sex change. However, being exceptionally tall at approximately 6ft 4, I'd hardly pass for female.

I really don't know what I should do. I guess this is just a confession rather than a question. I full expect a bunch of perverts with no morals at all to come troll me now or to call me a fag or gay. I'd rather you didn't, but hey this is the internet and I can't physically stop you, but maybe you'd understand why I am this way.

To nearly everyone, I'm a straight attractive slim tall male who does ok in society. No one knows about my dark secrets. I don't act gay or camp, or look female at all.

I confess everyone on here is making shit up or are going to prison for admitting such stuff on a PUBLIC SIGHT! i have flagged tons of children photoed inappropriately, and you should all be ashamed of yourselves. so fuck you all you molesting 50 y/o excuses for people.

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When I was little my oldest brother molested me. He moved out and I it all stopped. Then my other bother who is also older than me started to molest me. Him and I shared a room til I was about ten. Then we had rooms that were linked together by a door so he would just come over in the middle of the night. My parents got a divorce and me and my brother stayed with mom. When I turned twelve I lost my virginity to him. And from there we had sex anytime we could which was a lot because our mom was never home. Then she gave us up to my aunt. When we lived in our aunts house we had roms across the hall and we fucked every night. All through high school we fucked. Then he graduated the yr before me and moved in with a friend and we haven't fucked since then. Id love too again just to see how it is. But I'm 20 now and he's 22. I'm not sure what he'd say or how to seduce him.

My wife gets turned on hearing about pedo stories. We watched some girl give head on omegle to a huge dick. She got turned off watching it, but some weeks later I mentioned it during sex, she gets all into it, talking about how that dick would rip that girl in half, and asked me to talk more about molestation and then she came.
She likes to hear about it, but not see, weird Huh?

Do you see what happens to people when they have been molested
Look at the fucked up people on this site. I wish I can torture child molesters and abusers.

Its sad how these peoples lives turned out.

I have to admit this to someone! Two months ago at church, I couldn't help but notice the legs of the young girls sitting in the pew in front of me. I talked to them afterward and found out they were in the eighth grade. Now you must understand, I am a very good looking guy who is 28-years-old with a beautiful 24-year-old wife. The problem is that ever since my aunt sexually molested me for years as I was growing up, I began to notice that I had feelings for younger girls as I reached adulthood.

I had never acted on those urges until the week after I noticed the girls. I made sure to sit next to Amy (the cutest one) and even managed to "accidentally" brush my hand across her tits when I stood up to go to the bathroom. After the service, my wife had made plans to go out to eat with her friends, so I was supposed to go home. I asked Amy if she could help me bring some books from my car I was donating to the church, and she said she could. I don't know what came over me or where I got the nerve to do it, but I reached my hand out while we were walking to the car and squeezed Amy's ass. She looked shocked and I began to apologize, trying to say it was an accident. She didn't believe that story and told me she actually liked it. When we got to the car I was able to get a handful of her fleshy ass, but since her parents were there we didn't have much time to do anything else.

The following Sunday, however, we sat at opposite ends of the church and agreed to meet at my car in the parking lot at 10:15. As soon as I opened the door I had her skirt hiked up over her waist, her panties pulled off, and my mouth eating her pussy like it was my last meal. I then moved my tongue to her sweet, sweet asshole.

Anyway, we have been fucking at least twice a week since then. I just HAD to tell someone. Thanks for reading.

I have to admit this to someone! Two months ago at church, I couldn't help but notice the legs of the young girls sitting in the pew in front of me. I talked to them afterward and found out they were in the eighth grade. Now you must understand, I am a very good looking guy who is 28-years-old with a beautiful 24-year-old wife. The problem is that ever since my aunt sexually molested me for years as I was growing up, I began to notice that I had feelings for younger girls as I reached adulthood.

I had never acted on those urges until the week after I noticed the girls. I made sure to sit next to Amy (the cutest one) and even managed to "accidentally" brush my hand across her tits when I stood up to go to the bathroom. After the service, my wife had made plans to go out to eat with her friends, so I was supposed to go home. I asked Amy if she could help me bring some books from my car I was donating to the church, and she said she could. I don't know what came over me or where I got the nerve to do it, but I reached my hand out while we were walking to the car and squeezed Amy's ass. She looked shocked and I began to apologize, trying to say it was an accident. She didn't believe that story and told me she actually liked it. When we got to the car I was able to get a handful of her fleshy ass, but since her parents were there we didn't have much time to do anything else.

The following Sunday, however, we sat at opposite ends of the church and agreed to meet at my car in the parking lot at 10:15. As soon as I opened the door I had her skirt hiked up over her waist, her panties pulled off, and my mouth eating her pussy like it was my last meal. I then moved my tongue to her sweet, sweet asshole.

Anyway, we have been fucking at least twice a week since then. I just HAD to tell someone. Thanks for reading.

This site makes me laugh..alot.

The obvious bullshit "confessions", if these people had really done this stuff they'd never post it so freely on the net. All theyre doing is creating interest in themselves for the authorities, wether your talking about molesting a child or murdering someone for molesting kids, threats like that can be taken seriously and could provoke investigation, you dont even need to be convicted of rape/pedophilia/murder just the accusation is bad enough, so have fun with your little fantasies.

I confess that to all neighbors, friends and family, I appear as a highly-educated, straight-arrow, well-dressed polite guy who treats women with respect and dignity. However, there are times when I *love* watching Max Hardcore videos and he how tears into young slut and humiliates them and calls them nasty names. I'm not into the whole puking scene, but I love everything else. Especially love it when Max is joined by a young woman or older girl, and the two of them take an innocent young thing and just abuse, molest and rape the shit out of her. Makes my dick throb and I cum so very very hard.

OK

Allow me to preface this with that there will be no pics, so do not ask, if you wish to shill for ML by asking for pics, find another thread. Use your imagination, if that is not enough, then try some IQ improvement exercises so you can develop a better imagination.

I met a very hot 19 year old (I am 47) on Tagged. so far we have not met in person.

She does however have one fetish that I am entertaining her on, she has a Daddy/Daughter thing... I have written two very brief chapters for her to read and she seems to like them.

My issue.. I am stuck.... maybe I need imagination help too, lol.

For you wannabe daughter fuckers and even more importantly, those REAL daughter fuckers.... can you give me some scenarios, basic plot lines. I think she might even visit this site... I hope not because she will see this.

I read a few of the erotica sites and after 10 stories, all the plot lines seemed thin and lame. I need something hot, non-forced that we can use as role play when we meet.

Leave out the age I will fill that in when I write it for her...

What we have so far is we live together, she is still in high school and she caught him looking at porn, but he does not know that. He covered her up and got an erection and she saw it, because she was faking being asleep.... She liked that plot thus far...

Since I never molested my daughters, I am stuck as to what to write. One of my daughters got very very sexually inappropriate with me once when she was 13, in front of the wife and was severely punished by the wife and never did anything else again, thank god, she is the hot daughter and I hate jail coffee.

The girl is hot, studying at an aero engineering college in Arizona. Good chance we will never meet, but our age difference adds some great fantasy probability to the situation. She likes my story so far. No rush, we only communicate once a week, her school work is VERY demanding.

So pervies..... Whatchya got?

ATTENTION MOTHERLESS! I HAVE A SEVERE AND LEGITIMATE PROBLEM! IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE PERVERTED OR UNHELPFUL. PLEASE DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS THREAD!!!

I am going to post this in four different locations on the board because I'm not really sure where to put it and I really want people to notice this so my friend can get the help she needs.

I met someone online about a year ago now who lives on the other side of the country. We've been getting alone really well, I thought I was actually starting to love her. A month ago, however, she began only responding to texts 75% of the time, being online in about three 15 minute intervals a day and ignoring her phonecalls outright.

Naturally concerned, I started bugging her for answers, trying to figure out what the hell was happening...and it turns out that the reason she was online so little was because she has essentially become her father's slave. Now, he's always been abusive from what I've been told, molested her a couple times as a kid, etc. but for the most part, he'd been leaving her alone. It's only recently that he's "claimed" her as his property, going so far as to force to get a tattoo branding her as his.

I just want to get her out of the house but I'm not sure what I can do. Like I said, she's on the other side of the country (She's Washington, I'm New Hampshire), she'll basically be beaten to death if she goes to anybody for help (it's a miracle she was able to get away with telling me...it's only because she's so protective of her phone) and before anyone suggests otherwise, yes, she is absolutely miserable with the situation ( She has described it to me as "A Living Hell, only worse"...) and no, this isn't fake because she sent me a picture showing me her new tattoo via phone.

If anyone at all can tell me what I can do to help or how I can convince her to be brave enough to run away, I'd be eternally grateful to you all. Please...her life and my sanity depend on it.

I want to see my wife molested, have her pussy eaten and fucked.
She has no idea I feel this way and I doubt she'd be up for it. Sad times.

I confess that I found a registered child molester, on familywatchdog, that lives near me.

And now I'm going to teach him a proper lesson, since nobody did while he was incarcerated.

OK so here is my deal.

I am 52 yo basically a bum. I get disability payments after being injured at my last job, too lazy to get a different job, have enough money to get buy - its a private disability insurance, not that pittance the government gives you. I am kind of funny looking and a bit overweight.

So anyway, about two months ago my roommate switched his head meds and decided I am a minion of Satan or something. So I had to look for a different place.

So this girl - friend of a friend - offered me her couch to crash for the night. She is a burned-out stripper - now she is the bartender at the strip club where she is too old and ugly to strip. So anyway I ended up banging her that night - at my age if a 30 yo burned out stripper wants you to bang her its a good deal.

So anyway she said its ok to stay a bit more and I banged her a few more times.

Anyway, its been two months now and I am basically living with this chick.

She is kind of stupid and annoying, but what the fuck.

She has a 9 yo daughter, cutest thing ever, and very smart. And now she decided she wants me to be her new daddy. (The original daddy is doing some serious prison time. The last 'daddy' beat her and her mom and tried to molest her.)

Its a bit overwhelming, this came totally out of nowhere - and I figured out why the girl was getting into trouble at school (she needed glasses - and if she eats anything with artificial food die in it, she starts acting out - not a rare thing at all) - fixed those two things my second week there, even paid for the glasses
.

So now my gf or whatever wants me to deal with all the school stuff cause 'you are so good at it'. She works weird hours and sleeps in the morning and I basically don't have anything to do so its not too bad.

Its overwhelming. Not sure exactly what to do. Like I said the girl (the mom) is a good fuck, but stupid. Basically stupid white trash.

But if I leave she will get a new bf who will probably be a bigger fuckup than me - and what is wore a meaner fuck up - and that will not be good for the little girl. I love the little girl (no pervy stuff, shut the fuck up guys) - and she loves me.

The mom spends most of her off-work hours now sleeping and smoking pot - and I become the primary caregiver for the child.

Thoughts?

i got so turned on when my gf said she was molested by her grandpa when she was 6 she doesnt wanna get into it but im guessing he made her suck his dick n thats why she rarely sucks minee....=[ What do you think of her???

My confession is I enjoy watching the little kids walking to and from school and I try to guess which ones are getting molested at home.

I confess, That when I was younger I thought people had kids so they could fuck them. Im not sure why. I wasnt molested, but I wish I had been. Just wanted some one to pin me down and shove their big cock inside my virgin pussy :( But it never happened. Life sucks.

I confess I am a boy.

I began a sexual relationship with a very dominant man who was old enough to be my father shortly after I turned eighteen. I remember the first time I went to his home. I was so nervous I thought I would faint at his doorstep. I remember vividly how he swung the door open and pulled me inside by my belt.

We had communicated online for a few weeks before I came over to his place about what he wanted me to do. He had convinced me to shave myself hairless from the neck down that morning, and then go to the store and buy some teenage girl style panties. He'd told me to then go to the sex store in town and buy a metal cock ring, all of which I did that day.

I got home and put on the cock ring and the little girl panties, then told my parents that I was going to a friends house to study. I took several adderall to make me feel more horny and kinky, then drove to his house. Several times I almost backed out because I was so nervous, but I ended up walking to his front door and knocking lightly three times, then tying a blindfold around my eyes and handcuffing myself behind my back as he had instructed me to. I hadn't really felt comfortable doing that, but he said if I didn't he wouldn't pet me inside so I did it. I wonder about how dangerous of a decision that was all the time.

He had dragged me into his dark home and spent the next several hours making me deepthroat his cock, forcing several toys deeply into my throat and my ass, and then uncuffing me and making me get on all fours and fuck myself with a big realistic dildo while he watched. as I fucked myself as hard as I could with the big rubber cock, he knelt in front of me and fucked my mouth until he came all over my face.

Once he finished cumming on me, he flipped me onto my back and smeared his cum from my face onto my shaved cock, then masturbated me hard until I came all over my stomach. He then scooped my cum up in his hand and forced it into my mouth and all over my face.

He then really roughly took me by the arm and dragged me to the front door. He took all my clothing and threw it onto his front stoop, then quickly pushed me outside while I was still blindfolded with my cum all over my own face. I took off the blindfold and saw that the sun was about to come up, so I dressed quickly on his front porch and drove home. I don't know for sure, but the more I think about it the more I am sure that this older man had been taking pictures and video of me while he was making me do all these things. I search gay slave porn all the time hoping to find video of me posted online from when I was eighteen, blindfolded in this mans house getting pretty severely molested and abused by this middle aged man who had obviously been preying on me because I was such a naive and small eighteen year old boy. He had done such a good job manipulating me through our emails that he had convinced me to shave myself hairless, purchase teen girl frilly panties and a cock ring, and show up at his front door in the dark blindfolded and handcuffed without anyone knowing where I was. He could have kept me at his place for weeks, and there would have been nothing I could have done about it. I fantasize about that all the time.

I have never in my life been more anxious and scared of doing something, but I am so glad I chose to do it, I have these wonderful memories of that night being a horny young teenager having no idea what I was getting myself into...

What would you have done to me? the more kinky the better.

im a 20 year old female and i was molested for many years by an uncle when i was younger. this past week he died and i went to his funeral. my confession isnt that i was molested or that the person who molested me died. my confession is that i wasnt happy or sad about his death. i stood at the funeral feeling nothing, not caring one way or the other. I think that's strange.

Nothing turns me or my boyfriend of six years on more than me cheating.
He was the one who approached me about getting to "explore my options as long as I tell him and get it approved first" and at first it was so tempting but all I could think about was what if he decides to leave me because I did "explore my options".
Its safe to say at first I was terrified about losing a great guy but being he was my first and he has never ever given me an orgasm I jumped headlong into this journey of "exploration". I didn't even know about the existence cuckold.

I'm twenty, moderately attractive female definitely a hard 8, DDs blonde hair green eyes, thirty inch waist a healthy weight for my height but fit size not classified as what I call skinny. I've had quite a few experiences now. (11 guys most didn't last longer than 30 secs unfortunately still no known orgasm do I have an inability or what? Even masturbating i get on the edge shaking and moaning but still havent gone over I think??)

Anyways, I just want to share a recent experience I had without my boyfriends knowledge and I'm just bursting to tell someone.
Generally, I go for guys more attractive than me super fit usually cut military-ish with nice tans and score them. Well, recently my attitude towards "big guys" has changed.

I have these 3 fat male friends I met through sleeping with their super hot friend and since not seeing their friend anymore I've become quite close with them. A few nights ago, I was hanging with all of them watching them play video games (no I'm no good at it they play LoL and WoW and go to the comic shop to play magic lol), they're huge bearded nerds that I've friendzoned, each of them prob weighing in the 260s? Idk really on judging weights but they have zero muscle.
Anyways I got piss drunk with them and refused to sleep on the couch because we live in Illinois and its fucking freezing so I slept in the bed with my friend Amos. I knew he wasn't a virgin but thats about all I knew. ( To give an idea on looks he has a well groomed beard chin strap thinghe is kind of tan and size he wears a 2x in polos because I needed something to sleep in and thats what was clean haha also slept in my own sweat pants but my shirt was too tight to be comfortable) I had no problem changing in front of him I wasn't wearing any sexy lingerie and they'd all seen me in my skimpy little bikinis many a time. But I crawled into bed and went to sleep almost immediately while he was on his computer. I was not looking attractive by any means and I was ridiculously white girl wasted.

At about 5am I woke up to what still felt dreamlike of someone touching me like hands up my shirt lightly caressing my stomach not thinking anything other than this feels really nice I wiggled back into him like trying to get comfortable and I guess he thought I was grinding into him not sure but he froze immediately and made sleeping sounds like he was pretending to be asleep. I'm still kinda drunk and groggy as fuck and prob a little horny from the alcohol coursing through me and as he pressed against me all warm and cozy and I'm really pushing into him enjoying the warmth lol, I'm literally half his width if not even smaller.
He began cautiously fondling my bra lightly and moving his fingertips across the top of my breasts I was going to stop him when I realized he was like molesting me in my sleep but then he started moving back down to my stomach and hips just lightly running his fingers over me and it felt soooo good. His erection was pressed into my ass (it was about average length I actually assumed that all big guys were small because of their size affecting it or something) that coupled with his light caresses it really started to turn me on and he slipped his hand into my waist band and touched the top of my small mound and i instantly jumped back like flush against him and he pulled his hand back quickly and whispered asking if I was awake.
The only reply I gave was grinding back into him reaaally pressing my ass against his cock working my hips in circles. He kinda seemed startled at first but started working back into me and caressing me again but a lot less gently. He started to nibble on my ear and neck and I about lost it. I turned over to face him and he kissed me full force which I really didn't want so I kinda pushed myself up and took off my shirt and to my surprise he took off my bra with one hand without looking or anything, pretty impressive to me. But I straddled him, honestly there was no way he could get on top of me, and worked my hips into him he was only wearing boxers and was very hard at the time. he was propped against some pillows and kind of sat up and jerked my sweats and panties off and I was helping him get them off by being in a kneeling position and as soon as he got them off me he took advantage of my position and caressed my pussy which of course made me shiver.
He started rubbing me finding my clit almost immediately and using his thumb on it hard in circles which made me jump and and buck into his hand and he started finger fucking me hard with one hand and teasing my clit with the other and whispering in my ear saying things like omg you are so fucking wet and oh baby you're so tight. He was assaulting my senses literally making me feel as no one ever had i started like bucking into him erratically getting so close to the edge but panicking and pulling away from him at the last minute.
I caught my breath for a second and immediately went to doing what I do best and took the head of his dick into my mouth licking and teasing his shaft and then taking it all in sucking and deep throating as long as I could without gagging alternating my mouth and hands on his balls. He started to fuck my mouth and was getting really into it then he suddenly pulled it out of my mouth and kind of put me back to straddling him.
To be totally I honest I didn't really want to go all the way with him but the way he kept touching me was driving me crazy. He pushed me on his dick and I helped guide the head in I rode him like crazy for what felt like twenty minutes until I got off and told him to get up and I let him bend me over the bed fucking me from behind balls slapping my pussy. He was genuinely a good fuck. After bottoming out in me he finally pulled out and shot all over my back and got some in my hair.
I'm considering keeping fucking him. He is very attractive in the face just a little round for my usual taste.

Sorry if its poorly written, I got all bothered while writing this and tried to keep focus.

I confess that I am the youngest of 4 kids. I'm the only boy and have 3 older sisters about 2 years apart each. I can remember from about five, I started grabbing all 3 of my sisters worn panties out of the laundry and sniffing them. I don't know why but I just know I wanted to and I liked it, I could smell their pussies and assholes on them. After a few years of this, I started smelling the sofa or chairs where my sisters girlfriends would sit and sometimes I would hit the jackpot and sometimes nothing. A few years further and I started picking up the used condoms that my sisters would leave around and get fuck scent from that. I've also had one experience where I fingered my first drunk sister sleeping and sucked her nipples. Also my oldest sister told me how when she would babysit me, her and her girlfriend would molest me when changing me...My middle sister wanted to "practice" French kissing with me. I have a lot of true stories about us, including our parents.

I fantasize about the old man that molested me and cum thinking about it over and over. I wish I could have done more with him.

i confess that i love japanese porn where the time is stopped and girls are played molested without any fighting back.

I don't know if it is a control thing. but i do know that i love japanese girls getting fucked. also, they don't make all of those annoying noises that japanese girls usually make in porn, which is a big plus.

if you haven't checked out these types of videos, i strongly suggest you do. let me know how you like them too.

19 male. straight.

My girlfriend of 18 recently confessed to me her troubled time growing up. She explained about how her brother of the of 16 molested her and forced her into giving head at the age of 13 and 14. she was so distraught as she told me and cried so much and asked me for forgiveness. I forgave her as it seemed the right thing to do. Though......Part of me is attracted to it. I sorta enjoy the idea of *raping my girlfriend. Like a mask and some zip ties. I hate her brother. Only thing stopping me from confronting him and attacking him was the promise I made that I wouldn't. Am I any better than her brother? Im not a pedophile or an incestuous person, I just.....want to *rape her. Force sex on her. make her cry. Am I any better?

I confess that I went to Omegle tonight... never had been there before, but someone on here mentioned it, so in I went...

They have an option on there where you ask a question, and then watch two people discuss... so I asked "what is the kinkiest thing you have ever done?" I got a few interesting responses to that (one person had blown their brother, but did not elaborate)

After a while, I switched to: "What is the kinkiest thing you want to do but never have? (and mention age/sex when responding)" Several times, people just exited out of the convo, or one would leave very quickly. I was about to give up when the following convo unfolded before my eyes: (note: "stranger 2" disconnects at some point, which is a shame... I get the feeling stranger 1 really wanted to continue :)

Stranger 2: Dick in garbage disposal.

Stranger 2: Ohohohoho, no.

Stranger 1: hey stranger

Stranger 2: Oh, hey.

Stranger 1: you wanna hear the story of how I was molested when I was eight?

Stranger 2: I suppose so. I was when I was twelve, so I know the feel.

Stranger 1: male or female?

Stranger 2: Male.

Stranger 2: By a male also.

Stranger 1: I see. ... Did you enjoy it?

Stranger 2: At first, when I was that age. As I started figuring out what was happening I did not. Then I tried to kill him, and got put on anger/depression medication for a year.

Stranger 1: I see

Stranger 1: female by male

Stranger 1: I got addicted to it.

Stranger 2: Is it wrong that reading that kinda gave me a boner?

Stranger 2: I feel like it is.

Stranger 1: No, not really

Stranger 1: You can't help being attracted to what you're attracted to.

Stranger 1: but, yeah. I'm sorry if it was traumatic for you

Stranger 2: Well I'm fine now. I used to get depressed, was confused sexually for a while, molested a girl when I was 16, used to feel terrible, now I don't think about it.

Stranger 2: I'm sorry if the experience has made you upset as well.

Stranger 1: No no, I'm very okay with my past

Stranger 1: I know not everyone feels the same way about the experience as I do. ^^

Stranger 2: Well it's good you have such a positive outlook on it. One that may strangely arouse me, but nonetheless is a good way to look at things.

Stranger 1: Hehehe =3

Stranger 2: How old are you, stranger?

Stranger 2: -If you don't mind me asking, that is.

Stranger 1: I'm much older now. ^^;;

Stranger 2: Well clearly, from your fantastic grammar.

Stranger 2: -also intriguing sexually. Intelligence>Dumb-asses.

Stranger 1: but, yeah. Usually I tell my story to guys because I get off on reliving the moment... but it feels too guilty now ^^;;

Stranger 2: Hey now, that... Well that is just awesome.

Stranger 2: How would it make you get off? Just the thought of it?

Stranger 1: Well, Telling the story brings back memories of the moment, but the thought that someone else is getting off to it too is pretty hot.

Stranger 1: I always used to have fantasies about men doing things to me after my first encounter

Stranger 2: It's becoming extremely hard not to beat off, to be honest.

Stranger 1: Well it started over the summer when I was eight

Stranger 1: I had to stay at my aunt's house because my parents worked a lot

Stranger 1: so did my aunt, but my cousin was there to watch me

Stranger 1: So, when my aunt went to work, he'd take me into the basement to play

Stranger 1: there was a bunch of old stuff down in the basement, boxes of things, one was an old box of halloween costumes

Stranger 1: I loved playing dress up, so I used to put them on and we'd play all sorts of make belive

Stranger 1: My favorite outfit was this light-pink princess dress

Stranger 1: I think it was from a fairy costume, but it had white lace, and tights that went with it.

Stranger 1: So, I had that on, and we were playing that I was the princess, and he was the prince

Stranger 1: I layed down on the couch and pretend to be asleep like sleeping beauty and he had to wake me up with a kiss.

Stranger 1: he was like, ten years older than me, so he wasn't really interested in actually playing, so instead of a kiss, he started tickling me, saying that the sleeping princess couldn't move

Stranger 1: I played along, and he focused on tickling my tummy

Stranger 1: and then he brushed my crotch

Stranger 1: I held still, and he continued

Stranger 1: he rubbed my pussy through the tights, pushing the dress and lace aside

Stranger 1: it was weird, but felt good too

Stranger 1: after a while he kissed me and kept rubbing

Stranger 2: I am still here, by the way. It's a bit difficult to type while jerking off.

Stranger 1: Girls have it lucky, I can rub against the chair while I type =3

Stranger 2: I'm right handed, so it's a bit difficult. ^^

Stranger 1: So I sat up, and he pulled me into his lap

Stranger 1: He had his arms me, one in my crouch the other holding my chest, and started to bounce me up and down

Stranger 1: It only took a few minutes for it to be too much for me, and I started to cramp up with orgasim. It was unbelievable.

Stranger 1: he was pretty impressed too. But we stopped playing for the day because I was too exhausted.

Stranger 1: a couple days later we were playing again, but just in the dress... the tights didn't get washed so I couldn't wear them.

Stranger 1: So, he was rubbing my slit bare, and it was exquisite - so slick and slippery, every little movement was like electricity.

Stranger 1: He went a little slower than before, letting me rest every once in a while so I didn't pass out on him

Stranger 1: He took his pants off too, so I could play with his dick. It was weird first time I had ever actually seen a penis.

Stranger 1: but I did my best to stroke him, he didn't complain. ^_~

Stranger 1: after I was too tired to bounce, he just laid me on the couch, brought my ass right to the edge of the cushion

Stranger 1: he spread my legs and started to rub his cock against my pussy

Stranger 1: he didn't really try to get it in, he'd push against me a few times, but then go back to rubbing.

Stranger 1: when he came I kinda freaked out. It was all over my pussy, some shot inside it. I thought he had peed on me

Stranger 1: and then I was convinced I was pregnant

Stranger 1: we didn't do anything for a week or so after that because I was so convinced

Stranger 1: I got over it though, and he was back to rubbing on my cunt

Stranger 1: so, it came time to "do it for real" and after rubbing against me for a while, he pushed it against my pussy lips low, and just kept pushing

Stranger 1: I still remember how it felt to spread out, wider than ever, as he slid in

Stranger 1: It wasn't exactly painful, I had inserted things before. Hairbrush handle, his finger, so my hymen was long gone.

Stranger 1: but it was never that big, that full, that deep.

Stranger 1: He got it about half way in, and just sorta rocked back and forth

Stranger 2 has disconnected

I confess that i fantasize about sucking the cock of someone who molested my lil sis

Dear Motherless,
I have a confession. I'm male, in my early twenties now, and these things that have happened to me weigh heavy on my mind. Here is a tale of molestation and childhood "play".
My earliest memories are a bit hazy, but I remember them fondly!
My first memory is, none other than a game, of Truth or Dare! ---It was summer, we were very young(G1), and my best friend, she was only ten days younger than I and lived kiddy corner to me, Anne and her friend Shelly were at my house. We made a fort in my yard consisting of a picnic table and a blue tarp. I still remember the smell of the hot tarp baking in the sun.
We were inside,
"truth or dare?" I questioned Anne.
"dare" she said.
"I dare you to kiss Shelly on the lips for ten whole seconds." they comply with the dare, but it's only chicken pecks held on the lips. "Your turn." looking at Anne.
"truth or dare" she shot right back at me.
"dare" I declare
"I Dare you to kiss Shelly on the lips for ten seconds." I lean over to Shelly and again it's only pecks held in place.
"ok My turn!" I take charge. "truth or dare" I say looking at Shelly.
"Tr-Dare" she said changing her mind.
"I dare you to kiss Anne with tounges for five second." I pose.
It's slow and awkward for Shelly but Anne and I are Best Friends and are in on this together... ;)
Shelly dares Me to do the same to Anne... it was fun...
My turn once more, only this time I take what my molester had taught me, and I taught Anne.
"Anne, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare!" she shoots!
"I dare you to suck on my wiener for ten seconds." I say pulling my pants down.
She crawls over to me, I have a little hard-on, she takes it in her mouth and I count slowly aloud. One, two, three, four, five, six, five, six, seven, eight, nine, seven, eight, nine, ten. she stops and now it's here turn to question.
"Shelly I dare you to suck Jeff's weiner for ten seconds." she skips asking and just dares.
"but I dont want to." Shelly protests
"you have to it's a dare." I demand
she crawls over to me and sheepisly puts it in her mouth, then quickly removes it.
"I dont want to play anymore." Shelly states.
She starts crawling out and goes home, she never played at my house again, But guess who stayed? now its just me and Anne, but thats not fun enough. My little brother is around and I call him over.
"truth or dare" I question him
"dare!" he exclaims with zeal.
"I dare you to have sex with Anne for ten seconds." (I know what your thinking but I knew what it was...) he mounts her from behind as she lays on her stomach. he humps her like a puppy for a lil' bit but i decide that it was the wrong way and make them do it again.
"no I meant the other way."
she rolls over and he humps her again... after that we get called in... this memory ends here... i may have been beat by my parents 'cause of shelly...
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Who wants another memory???

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

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

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

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

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

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

>Part 2<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

i confess i fantasise about being touched by much much older men and calling them daddy while they molest me.

I confess that a few years ago, like 5 I think, I watched my step-sister naked in the bathroom, and I molested my step-mother in her sleep in the same night.

My step-sister is about 5'10" with nice perky B cup tits, and a bouncy little ass, she's athletic and lean. Her mom is a pretty hot blonde with fake DD tits and a nice ass and used to sleep on the couch in the living room, because my dad snores. One night at like 1:30, I was super horny, and was tired of just jerking off, when I heard my step-sister leave her room. I found out one time that she never fully closed the bathroom door when she was in there, and always left a little crack, which luckily for me faces the almost wall length mirror.

I snuck out of my room after I could hear that she had gotten a towel from the cabinet. I got to the door just in time to see her lift her shirt over her head. She was wearing a short pair of red shorts, that matched her bra she was wearing, and under those shorts was a cute little white thong. I hadn't ever watched her like this before so I don't know if she always did the same things, but I got lucky today because after she took off her bra and shorts and thong, she went and picked up her leg, to look at her pussy in the mirror. She rubbed her clit for just a second, and then walked over to the tub to turn on the water. I watched her inspect her body in the mirror for a while longer, and then she went and got in the shower. I went back to my room to wait. When I heard the water go off, I went back for another view, this time I got to see her hot teen body totally wet which drove me further to madness. After she began to dry off and clothe, I walked away so she wouldn't walk out and be face to face with me, a peeping tom.

She went to her room, turned off the light, and went to bed. I was electric, so I walked in to the living room, where my step-mom was. I crept to the couch listening for her breathing. I could tell she was asleep, so I got closer, I stood next to the couch, she was half covered, from her waist down, by a blanket, and was wearing a too big t-shirt. I reached and gently touched the breast closest to me through her shirt, and she didn't even move. I set my hand down a little bit more firmly, and still nothing. I completely cupped her big tit in my hand squeezed just a little, and she continued to sleep as normal. I got bold and decided to slip my hand under her shirt, I moved slowly so I didn't disturb her. I successfully got my hand all the way up her shirt, and placed my hand on her boob, while I began to stroke my now fully erect cock (i'll be honest, i'm 6", not a monster size). I kept fondling her tits, pinching and rubbing her nipples, while I stroked my dick until I came. I rubbed a little bit on one of her nipples, and her body shuddered, and she moaned a little bit. I got scared she would wake up, so I went back to my room and masturbated 4 more times, I was spitting dust by the end, but it felt so good.

I confess I was molested for years by three different men. I gotta tell ya I really loved it. Now that I'm older when I get high all I think about is sucking dick and getting fucked. My buddy is here and I know he hooks up on the DL with trannies we are both high and I want his cock so bad.

i confess that IM A PERVERT!!!!

maybe one day i'll graduate to STALKING
then maybe one day i'll graduate to PEDOPHILE
then maybe one day i'll graduate to SICK DEMENTED PERSON
then maybe one day i'll graduate to child / Teen Molester
then maybe one day i'll graduate to Registerd Sex Offender and i'll be put on the watch list, and where i cant have any contact hahahahaahahahah

but for now i'll just stick with being a PERVERT!!!!

hahahaahahahah

Porn is the devil raping you as you molest yourself.

Thankfully, I sometimes take the devils side. ;)

Let’s make evil!

I know your busy mods, I have a question though.. Why do we have rapist on here I mean real ones, child molesters, pedophiles. This has been a question of mine.

Anyone got the link for the video where the chick walks into a waiting room and the doctor is on the phone. He finally gets agitated by her pestering him so he strangles her and strips/molests her. If you have a link it'd be much appreciated.

I used to molest my younger sister if anyone wants to talk about it or share there experiences message me TRUE NOT FAKE MADE UP BULLSHIT ONLY BECAUSE IM 4 REAL YOU SHOULD BE TO

I confess, that while in prison I was involved with the rape of another inmate.

I got sentanced to 7 years in california prison for assault and battery with intent to cause bodily harm. I'm a white guy, so when I first started my sentance I was concerned with not looking weak, and with following orders from the white shot callers.

I had a three man cell at one point at Corocoran Penetentery with a guy I'll call JJ and another named Burrow. Burrow was alright I guess, we had a quite cell, so there wasnt much talking going on. But JJ was a younger guy too and was a straight up soldier. So one night someone, I dont know if it was a gaurd or another con passing by, slipped a note under our door telling us that burrow was a child molester, and to "deal with him." So while he was asleep jj and I yanked him off his bunk, I sat on him while JJ kicked him in the face a few times. Burrow just curled up in a ball hoping it would stop, but we beat hime bloody. There is so much time in a cell, and you get SO bored, and SO pissed that things just went crazy. After we beat him JJ and I yanked his pants off his legs, and as JJ scissored his upper body pinning his arms I forced my dick into his asshole. He struggled, and tried to yell, I still remember his grunts everytime I pushed into him. I came in his ass and jj told him "it's all over now, you're a faggot for life now." We figured we were gonna get a load of time added onto our sentances, but when the guards came and found him bleeding, with blood coming out of his bare asshole they did nothing. Didn't even give him a cell change for 3 more days. So for 3 days JJ and I just had a fuck fest on his asshole and mouth.

Pedophiles aren't all that bad. Yes, it takes a man with some issues to want to have sex/have sex with young kids. But, I mean if they're not crying and screaming no, then what's the crime?

Chances are these "molested and traumatized" kids, wanted it, liked it and were sad when it went away.

It's the ones who push a kid after they say "No" or "Don't" over and over again, who are the sick ones.

I confess that any man who is thinking of having sex with his daughter SHOULD NOT DO IT. Trust me, I was molested by my father and it fucked up my life in so many ways. I thought he loved me and that it wasn`t wrong, but when I got older I think he betrayed me. And I know I`m fucked because why would a young girl be on Motherless in the first place? And if you have molested someone I hope you turn yourself in or at least admit to what you did. By the way this is a confession because I`ve never told anyone and I still live with him and see him everyday.

My stepdad passed away a couple of months ago. In cleaning out his personal effects to sell his house I found several boxes of vcr tapes cd's and photos of naked kids among them my daughter and son. They were not in any pics together so I am not even sure they knew each of them were being molested by him. Some of the pics were on polaroid instant film and some of them went back to when i was a kid I know this because some of the kids I knew and grew up with including the girl that lived next door and several girls that played with my sister and several boys that were really good friends of mine. I had no idea any of this was ever going on and although im mad who am I mad at now I cant do anything to him and i dont think I should mention it to my kids as they never said anything either and I think it would only upset them and I dont know what good it would serve.

I confess that there are many people who are delusional on Motherless.

In example,
"I'd brutally fuck her!"
Translation = "I'd pump her a couple times then cum."

"I'm not gay or anything but..."
Translation = "Gay."

"I'd lick her pussy for days."
Translation = "What if she has to take a massive shit? Will you still lick her for days? Are you going to keep licking her even though she's busy reading a magazine, wondering if you'll ever stop?"

"I'd rape her."
Translation = "Rapist."

"I prefer younger..."
Translation = "Lester the Creepy Molester."

"Can I see her feet?!?"
Translation = "Unhealthy obsession with feet, seek help."

"WWYD?"
Translation = "Retarded and socially inept."

"Is my dick big enough?"
Translation = "Insecure."

Lastly, "Men who answer WWYD posts."
Translation = "Men who will never really get any pussy and live out their immature fantasies through a porn site with other adult children none of which seem to get it up and if they do, can't last long to satisfy a real woman aka terrified of real women in real life."

Found my old classmates holiday pics! Her body gives me such a raging hard on! Just wanna molest her and cum all over her !

i confess that when i was a young teen boy, I had a younger female cousin who teased me like crazy! Looking back, i wish i would have done more, i cant help but wonder if she was molested or used like a good little girl by her dad. She would do cartwheels in long tshirts with no panties. She later got caught fucking my younger cousin. I have so many regrets. I want to talk to any females that are turned on by or have experienced incest. if you were used as a girl or are being used now... or anything else related to the subject. I am taboo with a naughty mind.... my a0l or skyp3 is matt4lust, send me a message so we can chat. if it turns you on, you get top priority... open to any age...

How do you know you've got a moral panic on your hands? When the penalties for possessing child porn are steeper than the penalties for actually raping or molesting a child.