First time I got some pussy from my fat mom Mom.  one Friday  i had decided I was going to stay home and not go out with my friends was about 6 o'clock when Mom got home and walked in she said hi and said she was surprised to see me home she said she figured I would be out chasing girls with my buddy's I told her everyone had plans and I was just going to stay home tonight I watch as my short bbw mother walked down the hall and to her bedroom to get out of her work uniform and take a shower i crept down the hall and watch her reflection in her dresser mirror as she stripped naked and disappeared into her bathroom closing the door I ran in her room and found her fresh warm damp panties and held the damp crotch to my nose and took in her musky aroma I was instantly hard I sucked and sniffed her panties until I heard the shower cut off I went back to the living room about 20 min later she entered the living room in her bathrobe with her lotion 🧴 her nightly routine as she started applying her lotion she mentioned how sore her legs and feet were be being the nasty perve i offered to rub her feet for her she was laying on the couch with her feet in my lap I started massaging her feet working in the lotion taking my time as I was massaging her feet I had noticed she had her eyes closed and her robe had opened just enough I could see her fat hairy pussy I moved and readjusted my self in doing so she let her knees part a little bit more I was rock fucking hard staring at her the dark bush and Scarlett red 🍒 pussy meat I began working lotion into her legs she spread her legs a little bit more she was moaning telling me I'm such a good boy I could smell the aroma of her horniness escaping her mature pussy filling my nostrils when I had finally worked my way to the top of her legs she had her legs spread ludely spread open I took it as an invitation and started playing with her pussy she let out a sharp gasp and hissed and me calling me her nasty mommas boy and started talking very dirty to me got my face between her legs and took in a deep breath through my nose 👃 taking in all of mothers horny musky smell before I started tongue fucking my mom's fat pussy I ate her fat stinky pussy for a good 15 min before she got up climbed on top of me and slipped my young hard cock into her fat hairy pussy saying promise to cum inside mommy she rode me for about another 10 min before I filled my mom's womb with my potent incestuous seed  fast forward to today I'm 25 and have been in a sexual relationship with my mother for well over 10 years 

The room was a bit crowded at Whorefest 2024, it was mostly middle aged men lusting after younger women, but there were a few women in the crowd too. I made my way to an empty chair as a young woman stood on stage, completely naked only for the purple thigh high ‘fuck me boots she wore, I gawked at her sexy exposed perky breasts. She spoke with enthusiasm and pride, walking from the left of the stage to the right and engaging with the audience.

“It’s not about how you look, it’s about how you make me feel when you touch me. I don’t give a fuck if you’re fat, ugly, old, or whatever stereotype society has given you. You can be an old man, or even a mid-twenties businessman, or hell even a middle aged woman – I simply don’t give a fuck. We meet for pleasure, your pleasure! And my job is to satisfy your needs. I’m that slut your mom warned you about, I’m not a dinner date, I am dinner.”

Some of the audience clapped, a man next to me grunted in approval. She continued on.
“Now I know what some of you might be saying, that we’re all about using condoms and safe sex – and for a lot of people that is a really big turn off… lots of people like it raw, no barriers – and that’s why I’ve come up with various tiers on my regulars list. If you can prove to me that you’re clean, and you don’t have any diseases, you won’t have to use a condom. Hell, I’ll even let you empty your nuts inside me,” she laughs and shakes her head, “hell that’s kind of a fetish of mine. I love creampies. Of course there are requirements, I’ll definitely follow up with your doctor’s office and make sure everything is legit. Once I know, you’re in. Literally in.”
She points to her pussy, which has a tuff of dark pubic hair.

“Now you’re probably asking yourself, fuck how much is that going to cost? Bareback creampies should be affordable to everyone – so I charge a lower rate for that than most of the providers here. My prices are non-negotiable, they’re locked in for a reason – trying to barter will get you removed from my fuck list, even if you are a regular of mine.”

A few people in the crowd clapped lazily. She was trying hard to win them over.
“The raffle will begin in a few minutes, and I hope all of you get who you desire!”
I uttered, “Raffle?”

The man next to me heard me and explained, “Yeah we all got raffle tickets when we came in, check your gift bag bro.”

I thanked him and looked inside, condoms, a few weird pencils and a raffle ticket. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to listen to the lady on stage.
“Have a great rest of the evening, and fuck you later!” She blew a kiss to the audience and walked off stage, her little tits jiggling with each step.

A woman got up from the crowd, barreling towards her waving her hands, “Lucia! Lucia! Here’s my number call me!”

The woman handed her a piece of paper and Lucia smirked and winked at her, nodding in agreement.
The last speaker was an older woman, she was very reserved and had a smoker’s voice. The guy next to me was very excited as she spoke about her sexual exploits.
“I’ve always dreamed of fucking Mistress Sheila, she’s a 60 year old goddess,” he said to me blushing.

I didn’t say anything, she was a bit too old for me.
She finished talking and they started calling the raffle tickets, they called my number for Mistress Sheila, and I turned to the guy next to me, handing him the ticket, “hey you won!”
His eyes lit up as he looked at my ticket, “are you sure? Holy shit!”
Grabbed the ticket and put it up in the air, “I won!!” I patted him on the back.
He handed me his ticket, “here, I hope you get someone good if you win!”
The raffle seemed to go on forever, and there were only two ladies left, one of them was Lucia.
They called my numbers for the raffle, I won a night with Lucia. I was told to walk over to her booth to make arrangements to meet her, and I did.

Her booth was small, it had black curtains around it that I moved aside and stepped in, two security guards were just outside of the curtained booth. I saw a single chair and sat down. Lucia walked in and sat behind a desk, she was now fully clothed. She smiled at me and looked a bit nervous.
“Hi, I’m Mike,” I said nervously.

“I’m Lucia, it’s nice to meet you Mike. So you won a night with me huh?”
I smiled a bit, “I did…”

“Let’s get to know each other,” Lucia said as she picked up a pen and slide a notebook closer to her, she began writing.

It seemed like a job interview, she asked me what I did for a living, about politics, about religion, and then about my sexual preferences.

I was very forthcoming about all of the information she asked me about.
“Favorite sexual position?”

“I like it when the woman is on top so I can view her better, and touch her breasts and look into her eyes too…”

“Ah, standard cowgirl, gotcha… ok,” she penned it down.

“Any fetishes?” she asked, her eyes locking onto mine.

“Um…” I felt really nervous, “I- like…”

“You don’t need to be shy with me, Mike. I’m here for you, ok?”

I nodded, “I like the same fetish you do, cumming inside… creampies. It’s the only type of porn I like to watch – seeing a pussy filled up with cum to me is so fucking beautiful and perfect… but I know I don’t have my medical records with me, and I know that won’t happen…” I trailed off.

“Yes, creampies… feeling that pulsating dick and the rush of hot sperm pumping deep in me, there’s nothing like it… so I understand, but yes we will be wearing protection, ok? You can cum inside of me with a condom on.”

I nodded, “I totally understand, and I feel the same way about it.”

“How old are you, Mike?”

“I’m 52 years old, getting older, how old are you?” I asked.
She smirked a little, “I just turned 22, you dirty old man. Oh don’t worry, I like older men – with your peppery hair and refined look. Hell, I’d probably hit on you if I saw you at a bar.”

Lucia took out a business card and wrote on the back of it, “Meet me here at 8:00 tonight. I’ll take you out to eat – my treat, and then we’ll head back to my hotel and have some fun.”

I took the card and saw the address she wanted me to meet her at, she put a heart around it.
I went back home and cleaned up, took a nice warm shower and made sure I was ready for action. I opened up my bottle of Cialis and took one, then thought about wanting to be ultra hard for her so I took another pill and broke it in half and took it too.

Lucia had a limo pick me up at my hotel, when I opened the door I didn’t expect her to be inside, but she was. I was greeted with a hug and a kiss, “Mike! This is going to be so much fun!!”

We had a great dinner and a great conversation. I asked her if there were any other rules I needed to know, like if kissing was allowed. She was very open and kind, it really did seem like we were on a date getting to know each other.

“A lot of providers don’t allow kissing, but to me – that’s the spark. A lot of them don’t like it because it’s too intimate and they’ll get feelings for their clients, but that’s exactly what I want. I want to have feelings – I don’t want to be dead inside about the people I’m fucking.”

I was stunned by how mature she was, and even wondered how the hell she could afford such a luxurious restaurant.

“You must have a lot of clients to afford eating here… it’s easily $250 a plate…” I said, trying not to be offensive.

“I actually am pretty new to the whole scene, just been in it for 4 months. Thing about me is, this isn’t a job it’s a hobby. I don’t even have to work, my family is rich as hell. Perhaps this is my act of rebellion, but it’s a rebellion that is fun!” She laughed and took a sip of wine, “let’s go back to my room Mike….”

The limousine drove Lucia and I to her hotel, she had a very fancy p********ial suite. I watched her walk over to her bed, and let her short black leather skirt fall to the floor, and then she pulled her top off over her head. She sat on the bed and spread her legs.

“Are you afraid?” She said grinning, sliding a slender finger down her clitoris and into her pussy. My cock jumped, as if to say “what the fuck are you doing dude, get in there!”

I pulled my clothing off as quickly as I could, stumbling to the bed as Lucia kept using her finger to play with herself. My cock throbbed, so my hand instinctively gripped onto it and I started stroking to her.

“ohhh no, you bad boy, you’re not getting off that easy!” she leaned over and put the finger she was playing with herself inside my mouth. I felt her soft warm hand clasp on to my cock and start tugging it gently. Her mouth met mine, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth – we both moaned in pleasure.

Lucia pushed me down onto the bed and she started kissing my nipples, then my belly all the way down to my cock. I felt her wet warm mouth take all of me inside her. Her soft hands gripped my waist as her head bobbed up and down frantically. She came up for air, licking the tip of my dick, playing with the precum.

“Fuck you’re hard, such a nice dick!” she started tugging on it and sucking it at the same time, looking up at me, making eye contact – I was hooked. This woman was amazing. I stopped her, and pushed her down on the bed, spreading her legs open wide. I licked her erect nipples, and made my way down to her navel – she giggled as my tongue tickled her. I pushed her legs back more and my face dove into her sweet glistening pussy, my tongue lapping at her clit, and occasionally diving into her cunt hole. She smelled and tasted great, she was sweet, like honey.

Her body began to convulse, and she screamed out “FUCK!!! MIKE HOLY FUCK!”

Lucia nearly passed out, so I stopped licking her and cuddled into her as she recovered.
“Holy fuck, who are you?” she asked groggily.

I just chuckled. I felt her hand on my chest as she rested her head on my arm. I kissed her forehead and just relaxed. She began to stroke my cock softly, our lips met again, and she climbed on top of me. I felt her tight little dripping pussy slowly swallow my cock.

“Oh shit, the condom?” I said as she looked deep into my soul.
“Fuck the condom,” Her mouth was on mine as she started riding me, her small tits jiggling on my chest.

I could feel her energy, so sexual, so young, so loving, it was tantric. She moaned as my cock pushed deeper inside of her, I could feel her pussy muscles milking my cock as she slid it in and out of her.
“You feel so perfect,” I said, panting cupping her little tits in the palms of my hands.
“So do you…” she moaned, her eyes fluttering as she quickened the pace of her thrusts.
I pushed upwards with each thrust to go deeper, she was so tight I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t. I grabbed on to her waist, then her ass and I felt my cock start to throb, the warmth of my cum sprayed deep inside of her, the ejaculations pushing the limits of my consciousness, I held her tightly as she drained every single drop. She collapsed on top of me and we both fell asleep.
We woke up in the morning and kissed, had coffee and ended up spending the day together. She didn’t want me to leave, and I didn’t want to leave either…. So I don’t know where this is going to take either of us, but it’s definitely going to be one hell of a ride.

*Yes, this story is fiction. Parts of it were taken from my own personal life – but no, I never met a woman at a place called WhoreFest lol. I hope everyone enjoyed the read. Peace!

I confess that we are a mature professional couple who met because of our mutual interest in perverted, nasty sex. Our lives have now taken a path I never considered would happen but am very happy it has. I have always been attracted to women that are sluts and like being fucked by lots of cock. I've shared any woman I've had a relationship with since my early 20's. I have fucked many wives/gf's with and without their hub/bf present as well. When I met my GF several years ago, I quickly learned she was the most sexual woman I've ever met. She is a very horny slut that has regularly fucked new men since she very young.The more she shared with me about her sordid past the more I was attracted to her and fell in love with her.I encouraged her to continue fucking anyone she wanted even if I wasn't there. (which is often due to business travel) The large majority of our swinging was getting her fucked and used by other men, preferably groups of men and especially if they are black. So I pretty much made myself a cuck because nothing turns me on more the seeing the joy the woman I love gets out of being used like nothing but fuckmeat and a cum receptacle for most anyone. The one thing that was always an issue between us was her telling me she no longer could do a lot of the filthiest acts of debauchery without me being there, at least not as often or perverse. Our mutual favorite perversion is my eating her used cumfilled cunt after being fucked. She also LOVED my not having a problem with sucking cocks that were ready to or had just fucked her. She is so turned on watching me lick clean cocks that just dumped a load in her and suck them hard so they could fuck her again. It was much more of a turn on for both of us when I suck big black cocks. Whatever label that gives me I don't care. My sole interest in being a cocksucker is to give her pleasure. I have no attraction to men or their cocks other then to fuck her like she loves. Neither she or I consider me bi as some of the many self proclaimed experts that love dispensing their "wisdom" polluting sexually oriented sites. I certainly am a cocksucker and proud of it. Or should I say a cocksucking cuck like the love of my life loves me to be. Fortunately only of couple of men had to shown that it doesn't mean I am a wimpy, tiny dicked, sissy. Or that because my lady loves being a filthy, no limits cumpig it is an invitation to cause harm or injure her.
Here is where the change in our lives cums in. Whenever I return from out of town I encourage her to show up having been recently fucked and filled by one or preferably several men. And during our passionate sexual reunion have her give me the details. She did it sometimes but always made it like she only did it for me and that she couldn't think about other cocks fucking her the couple of days prior to my return. It has always caused friction as well as suspicion on my part that she had tempered many of her preferences. I just found my suspicions were more true then I could imagine as a result of her confession. Much to her relief I am more turned on then ever. What I didn't know about her is how much it turns her on to cheat and get over. Not only am I a willing cocksucking cock now but I accept that her body is owned by a couple of BBC Dom's who use her anyway they wish and let others do the same. I am a cocksucking cuck who has been eatiing strangers cum out of her just fucked cunt every single time I returned and didn't know it. And sometimes while I was eating their cum, they were watching me. As we speak she is out with her BBC Dom doing filthy depraved acts. And when she returns I will have to clean her and them before I can fuck her myself. For those who are into similar hot nasty fun I am willing to continue as well as share pics. I just hope the open minded perverts outnumber the pathetic moral cyber sluths that abound here.

I sat at the bar on New Years eve, pondering life. There has been so many ups and downs, especially the downer of how my wife decided to leave me for a married couple. The funny thing was, we never had any issues – it was just out of the blue. When she came to me about it all, she said it wasn’t me, that she just wanted to explore her sexuality and that she was being selfish. She said she didn’t mean to hurt me, and even let me keep the car, the house – hell I got to keep everything. We had no kids as she was infertile, which was fine. Me being 46, no kids, no wife – I was just kind of done with everything.
So there I was, drowning my sorrows and in my own thoughts, and this girl sits down next to me. I thought nothing of it, I was too invested in self-pity. Fuck I didn’t even notice her sit down until she ordered a beer.
“What would you like miss?” The bartender asked as he wiped the counter down.
“I don’t like domestic, gives me a headache, do you have Newcastle or Guinness?” she asked with a soft voice. Good choice, I thought – and I was pulled to pay for her drink but decided self-pity was the theme of the evening.
“We’ve got both”
“I’ll get a Guinness then!”
“Hey, you need a refill?” I heard her ask. I didn’t think she was talking to me, but I noticed my glass was almost empty, I turned to see who she was talking to. I almost fell out of my chair, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her bobbed black hair framed her face perfectly, her luscious lips sparkled and her eyes seemingly looked right into my soul.
“Oh um, me? I might call it a night,” I said to her as I shyly looked away.
“That sucks, I’ll tell you what, and it sure looks like you could use someone to talk to – so stick around. I’ve got this round, you get the next?” She smiled and checked her phone.
I looked at the bartender, “I’ll have what she’s having,” and I looked at her, “thank you for your kindness.”
I don’t know why I said that, it just came out of me – “thank you for your kindness??” are you fucking kidding me? Yet, it seemed to work.
“I’m Cindy, happy New Year to you…”
I smiled, “I’m Mike, happy New Year to you too, pleasure to meet you.”
The bartender came with our drinks and we clinked them together, “to better days, yeah Mike?”
“To better days, Cindy, I sure need them!” I laughed.
“Why, what’s up? Tell me about yourself, Michael!” She said, using my full name – which was shocking, no one ever did that, so it was strange to hear.
“Oh boy, my tragic life, it’s pretty uninteresting. Where do I start? My wife left me a year ago to live with a married couple she’s been screwing around with behind my back, but at least she left me with everything – we got divorced, and well, I haven’t heard from her since. Which is fine I guess. I can’t complain about my job, I love my job. I work with labor unions, organizing non-union workers and helping people get a decent wage…”
Cindy took a sip of her Guinness, “how crazy is that, what your wife did? If you really love someone you wouldn’t do that – I’m so sorry that happened to you. Hell, she could have at least asked you to join them! If it’s any consolation, I got dumped by my fiancé 2 years ago and haven’t looked back. I figure once someone breaks trust like that, there’s no going back. I don’t even really think about him anymore at all.”
“Yeah, I thought she was the one, ya know? And I’m sure you thought your ex was the one too – otherwise you wouldn’t have been engaged, right?”
“It always amazes me how people lack compassion and empathy these days. We’re a rare breed you and I…” she took another sip of her drink, “People who actually give a fuck… who care, it’s so damn rare. She hurt you out of her selfish needs, as did my ex. The hell with both of them!”
I laughed, “agreed, the hell with them,” I raised my glass and we clanked them together and laughed.
We talked for hours, it was almost 10:30 PM, and Cindy showed me the time on her phone “the end of 2024 is almost here.”
“Hopefully that’s a good thing, Cindy.”
“Hey, you want to bring in the New Year with me? My place or yours? Why stick around in a bar when we both can talk and chill together?”
I was a bit shocked, “Are you sure you want to bring in the New Year with a 46 year old guy who’s probably going through a midlife crisis?”
She smirked, “Dude, you’re hot. I like older men. You got that salt and pepper hair, tall dark and handsome, with those dark brown eyes I could lose myself in… I’ll cure that midlife crisis of yours,” she laughed and nudged my shoulder.
“I’m not far away, my house is just down the road a bit…” I told her, and then asked, “How old are you?”
She bit her lip, “Don’t freak out, I know I’m a bit young – I’m 24. And I trust you, I know people pretty good, I’ve got a good sense about people – you give me a good vibe, so yeah, let’s head to your place.”
She followed me to my house, we both parked in my driveway and went inside. I took her jacket and hung it up, then showed her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and giggled.
“What kind of movies do you like? I’m going to guess science fiction and fantasy from the figurines on the TV cabinet,” she said pointing to a dragon figurine.
“You would be correct! I love sci-fi and fantasy, a lot!”
“Oh we’re going to get along just fine, Mike – just to let you know I’m not into sports… at all.”
My heart skipped, “Neither am I – I find them boring! Oh shit, let me get you a drink. How’s rum and Coke?”
“Perfect! Oh shit we forgot to get Champaign!”
“I actually got some from Costco the other day, it was a $50 bottle and I planned staying here for New Years and not going out but… well luckily I did!”
I chilled the Champaign on ice as we drank our rum and Cokes and got to know each other even more.
As midnight approached I got the Champaign ready and got a couple of Champaign glasses – we counted down together, “3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!!!”
I found myself in her arms, our lips were touching, our tongues were exploring. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me against her body. I could feel her soft breasts pushing into my chest as my hand gently caressed her face.
We must have kissed for 20 minutes straight, and our hands began to wander. She pulled back, again biting her lower lip.
“I don’t fuck on the first date,” she said with a sly smile, “but we’re not on a date!”
She unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and started sucking my cock. I leaned back on the couch and let her go to town. Her sexy black bobbed hair swayed and caressed her face as she swallowed the whole of my cock. She quickened the pace, jerking me off and sucking as my cock got harder and harder – I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped her, and pushed her down on the couch. I pulled her shirt up, undid her bra and pulled her pants and panties off. I started licking her lovely soft breasts, teasing her hard nipples and worked my way down to her completely shaved (waxed) pussy. My face dove right in. Her juices were sweet, succulent, she tasted like no other women I’ve ever been with. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, her body shaking and quivering with each lick. I pushed a finger inside her, she was tight as hell. I started working my finger as my tongue lapped at her dripping cunt. She exploded in pleasure, literally. I’ve never been with a woman who can squirt, but she did – the warm fluid gushed on to my chin, on to my chest as she writhed in orgasmic delight. She let out a guttural scream, “FUCKKKK!! OH MY FUCKING GOD MIKE!!” Cindy nearly passed out.
I cuddled into her as she was recovering, she started stroking my hair, “holy fuck – who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you learn how to do that??”
“What?” I asked.
“No one has ever made me squirt, I’m the only person that can do it – you’re the first person to ever get it right!” she was panting.
“Oh you’re in a lot of trouble mister,” she said as she pushed me back, and started sucking my cock to get it rock hard again. When she got it hard enough she mounted it, taking it all inside of her. She started riding me, her breasts bouncing on my chest as her lips met mine. Her pussy was way too tight, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
“Holy fuck you’re so god damned tight Cindy… I’m not going to last long…”
“GOOD!” She pushed me deeper into her tight hot hole, looking into my eyes – she was mesmerized, as was I.
“Such a beautiful cock Mike, oh so good….” She said as her cunt stroked me deep inside her.
“Cindy….” I murmmered as my hands gently clenched her cloudy soft breasts.
“Give me all of your cum Mike, fill me up…” Cindy whispered.
I did. I erupted deep inside her, my cock jumped and pulsed as cum sprayed inside of her. She moaned and began grinding my dick in her pussy. I could feel every detail of the inside of her tight pussy, she was milking my cock dry. There was so much cum her tight little cunt couldn’t hold it all, so it started dripping out and down my balls. She got off me, and I felt her mouth licking the cum off my cock and balls. After she was done she cuddled into me.
“That was perfect,” Cindy sighed.
“Can I get your number?” I asked jokingly.
“Ya think??” she laughed.
We both got serious for a second, “would you be opposed for me taking you out on a date?”
She kissed my lips, “I’d love that. But remember, I don’t fuck on the first date!”
We both laughed.
“Cindy, seriously, I’ve never met anyone like you and honestly dating you wouldn’t really be about the sex, it’s about getting to know you – because it just seems like you were put in my life for a reason.”
“Mike, everything happens for a reason. I’m a big believer in that. Bad things happen and we learn lessons from them. Good things happen and fill us with joy and happiness. So, let me be clear – I won’t ever cheat on you Mike, I know that I’m just saying words to you – but I know how it feels. And I know you’ll never cheat on me either, because you’re a 46 year old guy banging a 26 year old.”
We laughed.
“Cindy, you’re way mature for your age – I don’t even see your age.”
“Oh, I see your age – that’s a kink of mine,” she smiled, “don’t get offended if I start calling you daddy, and beg you to spank me for being a bad girl.”
“Oh you’re a bad girl, huh?” I said as my hand smacked her ass.
“Oh daddy, I’ve been so bad…”
We ended up fucking again, this time doggy style. I was trying to go soft on her with the spanking but she kept telling me to smack her ass harder. I did.
“I’m so fucking bad daddy, spank me!!! HARDER!! HARDER DADDY!”
She has so much energy, and she got off from me spanking her while fucking her from behind. She came, her ass jiggled and I couldn’t hold off, and came inside her again.
We both collapsed – we were exhausted.
“We forgot to drink the Champaign.”
I showed her were my bedroom was, and she stayed the night. We both fell asleep in each other’s arms and when I woke up, she was still there. I made her breakfast and we spent the day together. We fucked a few times more on New Years Day too. I got her number, and we’ve been seeing each other every day. I took her out to eat on Saturday – it was a good date. At the end of the date I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment.
We kissed and she asked if I wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. I smirked and pinned her up against her apartment door, “I’m going to break you of that fucking on a first date rule,” my hands groped her breasts.
She opened the door to her apartment, shut it and we fucked right there on the floor. I ended up staying the night. I’m seeing her again tonight, she’s coming over to my house.
Yesterday I actually asked her if she is on birth control, her only response was “nope.”
My response, “good.”
She responded back with the smiley face emojie with hearts for eyes.
“Breed me daddy.”
Sure, we’re moving way too fucking fast – but life is life. I don’t give a fuck. I think I’ll eventually ask her to move in, and perhaps if all goes well – perhaps to spend her life with me. I know there is a massive age difference. I’ll be 62 and she’ll be 44, I’ll be 72 and she’ll be 54. But at least we would be happy in knowing we were in good company. Shit, I sound like I’m falling in love… I probably am in love.
I confess I’m in love with a girl I met 8 days ago.

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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

Posted this confession as a response elsewhere. Someone asked if anyone had a sexual experience in prison that they would like to share. This was my reply:

Straight guy here. Was a short timer out of state. Didn't know anyone in the system... Not like most people would. So, in other words, no one would know me on the streets. And no one knew me FROM the streets. Annyway, this skinny white kid moves in. I'm of a mixed Hispanic-white descent. He is obviously gay. Talks like a girl and carries himself like a queer. He wasn't trying to fool anyone. I'm only 5-7 but I've got some height on him... And probably 20 pounds. He Asked if I'm cool with celling up with a homo. I tell him I don't care. As long as he respects me, I'll do the same. Everything is normal for a week or two when he starts going on about how he wants to be a professional massage therapist when he gets out. I'm like sure, that's cool... He asked me if he could massage my feet. I'm not really into it, and he starts acting like I'm homophobic. We didn't argue, but it got uncomfortable. He apologizes, saying that he thought I was cool, and mature enough to allow him to message me without it getting weird.

What follows is maybe 3 hours of me allowing him to do more and more things to me. Starting with my left foot. He basically spit some pretty good game on me. Eventually, I was laying down on my stomach in my boxers. He was using some of the more expensive lotion and it was really fucking nice. I was in excellent shape (six pack and all) and my body was always sore. He continually complimented me. Making me feel comfortable and feeling good about myself.

Eventually he asked me to turn over. I was still limp, sense it wasn't in any real way SEXUALLY stimulating to me. It felt great. I was very relaxed. But it was just a massage to me.

So, now I'm on my back in just my boxers and His hands would move higher and higher on my legs. He would sometimes brush up against my balls, but it felt good. Again, I'm still limp. I wasn't even focused on whether or not I was getting hard. I was in the moment. It was an excellent massage. I am very sensitive in that area, just like anyone else.

Then he asked me to remove my boxers. I kinda freeze up and just open my eyes and stare for a second at the bunk above me. He asked again and says it's cool and begins to pull them down. I then say no. I start to sit up and push his hands off. He puts his hands up like everything's cool. He says something like: no problem, no worries, it's OK, just turn back over and I'll message your gluts. He says that he can tell I'm carrying a lot of stress in my gluts. And this kinda surprised me. I've wrestled all my young adult life, and I've had athletic trainers and physical therapist tell me the same thing. It has caused a lot of discomfort for me. Something about my ass muscles pulling my spine out a wack.

So I turn back over. And he starts massaging my butt muscles. And this... This felt so fucking good. I started to make noises. I didn't care. I was probably breathing hard earlier, but now I was moaning a little. He then let his hands slip under my boxers. A little at first. Then he was cresting over my ass. My butt is a bit round... And, at least at the time, firm.

Someplace in the back of my mind I knew he was going for it, but it felt so good I stopped careing. So, when he pulled down on my boxers, I lifted my hips up and they came right off. He just kept massaging my ass cheeks. He probably rubbed my ass for another 20 minutes. It was great. I felt stress leaving my body. It was truly therapeutic. I felt grateful in that moment. Being naked and having lotion rubbed on me by a gay guy in prison didn't matter to me. at least not in that moment.

Then he said turn over.

And I did. I didn't even blink. I rolled over, my eyes still closed. And I was still completely relaxed. Almost sleepy. And also still very limp. I was very aware of my limpness. I'm not a hung guy. Coming in at nearly 6 inches when I'm really hard, I remember that I was mildly concerned with how limp I was. But he just started massaging my legs again and working the insides of my thighs. He would go up to my chest and down my stomach, barely brush over my cock and balls, and rub my legs again. He would reach under me and kneed my ass, then come back over my hips and brush over my dick and back up my stomach or down my legs. It felt fantastic. And I was still limp. I didn't know what to think of that.

I wasn't in any hurry for him to finish the massage. I was in my bed and if I fell assleep, so what? It felt good and I was feeling really good about all of it. I can recall my mind just wondering around out in the real world. That is, I was in a happy place. Thinking about the outside. Enjoying some tender soft hands touching me all over. So what if he lingered a little longer over my dick every time he touched it. It felt good. So what if at some point he would be holding both my cock and my balls in one hand, squeezing it firmly and letting go. I was STILL limp! And still so relaxed that I just didn't care.

And then I felt his warm mouth completely enclose around my dick. My limp dick... Lol. But it was nice. And I didn't do shit about it. He had my dick in his mouth, sucking softly and still running his hands up and down my legs. I can still remember how he just held my dick in his mouth and suckeled on it like a baby. His mouth was warm and his tongue would press on it and it felt fantastic. He would then softly suck on my balls and move back to my dick. It may seem funny, but this still felt therapeutic to me. I was becoming even more relaxed. Prison is a stressful place. And this was just what I needed.

Then he did something that my body automatically responded to... He began to lick and suck my tate. (That spot between your asshole and balls). And my cock got hard almost instantly. It was crazy. He says: oh, god, poppy! I'm actually a little embarrassed. But he wasted no time. He says oh God poppy and takes my whole cock in his mouth and starts to suck it like he's gonna make a million dollars.

Now, there are two things about to impress this guy whom had probably sucked a lot of dicks. First: I'm a hard cummer under NORMAL circumstances. Second: I don't cum so easy by blow job. I was with the same women for 8 years and she hated the taste of cum. So I'd stop her when I got close. We would wait a few seconds and she would start again.. After a few years of that, I didn't have to stop her no more. A mental block. After that relationship was over, I would hence -forth need a lot of hand action. Basically, all blowjobs turned into hand jobs at my request. But in this case, I wasn't about to request shit. It was probably after midnight and we had 5 hours before the night shift did there job. So he sucked my cock for a good long time. Even started to slow down a little towards the end. He took it upon himself to use his hand more and more often.

But eventually I did cum. And it was like a release that ranks up there in my top ten. I saw him squint and swallow twice. He had to, cause I just kept cumming. When he could finally talk he starts going on about how I SHOOT cum. I laughed and figured maybe he didn't suck so many dicks as I originally thought. He's was probably 22 years old.

That's my story of gay shit in prison. I ended up moving out of that cell maybe 2 days later. We didn't do anything else. I would have, probably, but I think we where both intent on not being the instigator. He asked me if we would and I said I'd let him know. And then I left.

I've sense then have had my cock sucked by a few other guys. And on one occasion I fucked this very feminine Puerto Rican kid. He was 19 and probably destined to transition. But those are other confessions I guess.

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