My girlfriend and I work in different restaurants. I manage one and she waits tables in another. I work a lot of nights till closing and get home about 3am and she gets home at 10pm.

One night earlier this week I noticed a few empty beer bottles in the trash and I knew I hadn’t drank them and she doesn’t like beer so I asked her who had been there. She said she had a co-worker named Justin over after work and they hung out for a while. I’ve met him and he seems like a nice guy and he’s a good looking guy so I was suspicious and asked why. She said she felt bad for him because he’d been dumped by his girl and he lacks confidence so she wanted him to have a friend to talk to and hopefully cheer him up. That info made me even more suspicious so I bluntly asked her if she fucked him. She of course said no, they just talked but I didn’t believe her. My girl is really hot, thin, long dark hair, tight ass, good tan and just cute as hell so I knew if he didn’t fuck her, he wanted to.

We were both off the next day and I was super horny thinking about the possibility of them fucking so I started kissing and fondling her when I woke up. I woke her up and put her hand on my rock hard cock and told her I was so turned on because I knew she fucked him last night. She denied it again but I was persistent, kept bugging her about it and told her it didn’t make sense that he wouldn’t at least try and fuck her. Finally I just blurted out that I would love her even more if she just admitted it to me because the thought of it turned me on more than anything. Well that did the trick and she admitted that they had fucked TWICE and the first time was pretty much right after they got in the door.

That day was the best sex of my life and I’ve fucked her multiple times every day since while she describes what they did together. I’ve had her describe every detail of how they fucked, what their hands were doing, where they kissed each other, what his body was like, how big his cock was, did she cum and where did he cum.

I’m definitely going to make sure she fucks him again and I’ve even suggested she might find a nice looking stranger to fuck and then tell me all about it. She seemed open to the idea.

I'm not sure if this is incest or cuckold or anything between that but I have this persistent fetish of watching my mum get fucked hard by my friends, a stranger, coworker, boss, teachers, bullies, whatever. I want to watch my mother on all four like a slut in heat worshipping a big dick like a whore sucking on a taxi driver's cock, riding my bestfriends with her wedding ring on or begging my aggressive bully to cum inside her womb and call him daddy.

Anyone got any leads on what this fetish is or what its called? Any idea on the subject or any comment on how you'll wreck my mum's cunt until she's enslaved to your cock is welcome as well.

I had a best friend in hs, we were neighbors and inseparable. She was, and still is, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Me, on the other hand, I am short, stubby, and far from being pretty. She always had the attention of men, our age, and older, but she was a kind of girl that didn't enjoy it, she tried to hide her body, introverted and waiting for someone special.

There was a man in her life, in senior year, he was our age, our class mate, but he seemed so mature. When a 19 year old talks about literature, and poetry, that strikes pretty hard at that age. He was all over her, but she didn't want any of it, but he was so persistent, that one night, she gave in, and lost her virginity to him. She told me that, the next morning, along with her decision not to stay with him, since, he is not the man for her.

I was always envious of her, and that made me want him, but I was too much of a coward to do anything about it. I remember thinking of him, almost every day, with a hand down my knickers, and that lasted the whole summer. Then, they both moved away for uni, and I was left behind.

Life went on, I met my now husband, lost my virginity to him at the ripe age of 21, but I continued to live in a fantasy world, lusting over men around me, and that fantasy, eventually is the reason I am here.

I met him few times after that, on the street, but the first time we had an opportunity to talk, was at our 20 year graduation aniversary. I was wearing I short dress, he told me that I look good, and a little after midnight, I was on top of him, in his car, cumming like there is no tomorrow. After that, he threw me on my back, and fucked me like I have never been fucked before, fast and hard, and he didn't bother to pull out.

It has been two and a half years since that night, and I still masturbate to the memory of it.

I know some might not find this very interesting, but my whole sexual life is in these few lines.

Over over the last few months I have not been able to login to chat, it just defaulted to motherless home page without any error notification 

Tonight I successfully logged in but I fear my ability to login again may be a problem. 

Any help would be great, the problem persists on both my IPhone and Laptop

You know how we all had that girl we lusted over in hs? Usually, it was the hottest girl, and you had 0 chances with her. Well, not for me. I was into this quiet, petite girl, and she always wore saggy clothes, and never was into the crowd and stuff, but man, she was, and still is, the most beautifull woman I have ever seen. Brunette, big, big eyes, luscious lips. Man, I am telling you, she was out of this world.

May is the time of year in which, there are aniversary celebrations, of graduation. 20 years for me. Last weekend I was there. In the mean time, I have been doing well in life, but she hasnt. She is still beautifull, dont get me wrong, still the most beautifull woman I have ever seen, but, judging by her clothes and, you know, lack of anti age treatment, you could see she is not in the best place.

She married some bum. Not literaly a bum, but a guy with no future, and she lingers on. We started talking, and she was really into learning about my life, since I moved away from my home town after graduation. At one point, when we were already pretty drunk, she told something like "ah you forgot about all of us, this is like a visit to a previous life for you", at which I blurred that I will never forget her, and that I never had.

That got her interested, so she was persistant. I admitted my infatuation with her, back in hs, and that I have thought about her many times after graduation. And that she is the most beautifull woman I have ever seen, and that I still have a boyish crush on her.

I guess she needed a compliment, or something like that. An hour later, my cock was in her ass, and I was dirty talking the most obscene shit you can imagine.

Life is good sometimes.

"Cum in me!"

Her words made my cock twitch and my balls ache for relief, as I slid in and out of her neglected fuckhole. Her bathrobe lay next to her on the couch, her feet planted on the floor, still wearing the slippers I'd gotten her last Christmas.

Me, on my knees in front of her, watching her full tits bounce in the warm light of the autumn afternoon that was pouring through the curtains behind me. Her clit was fully swollen, pink, and puffy. I rubbed it and she contracted slighly. 

"I don't know if I should."

She locked eyes with me. Mine, uncertain. Hers were a sickly sweet combination of shame and confusion, which gave way to a hunger that I had never before seen.

"Excuse me?" She bit her lip, and I could feel her warmth tightening around me. It wouldn't be long, for either of us. "So, you can put it in me, but you won't finish the job? That's just like you."

I gave my best attempt at a defense, the best I could do while listening to my balls slap her asshole. "Maybe that's too far."

Every stroke urged me to reconsider.

"Too far?" She tossed her head back. "Wasn't it too far when you asked to smell my pussy?"

"That was a long time--"

"What about last week, when you begged me to suck you off?" She rocked her hips rhythmically, meeting my strokes halfway. She could be quite persistent. "Was that too far?"

"Maybe," I acknowledged.

She spread her legs wider, and I melted into her softness. I grabbed her hips and steadied myself, literally and metaphorically.

"And where did you cum?"

Since my previous attempt to defend myself went to shit, I remained silent.

"Where. Did. You. Cum?" She grabbed my face and pulled me close.

"Your mouth," I whispered. What was I doing?

"That's right," she said with a delightful, devilish smile. "You shot your load right in my mouth, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"Wasn't that too far?"

Again, I nodded.

"Say it," she insisted.

"Yes," I admitted. I'd never wanted to disappoint her.

"But it felt good," she said pointedly. "It felt good to cum in my mouth."

"Yes." Truth be told, I'd never felt anything like it. Until now.

"And you're not going to come this far, only to take it all back, are you?"

"No."

"After all I've done for you?"

"I said no."  I increased my speed. She was soaking. I was throbbing. I knew this was how it was supposed to be. I just didn't want to admit it.

I could have sworn I'd heard the sound of the garage door. It captured my attention momentarily, and I started to pull out, until she quickly yanked my face back to hers.

"Don't even think about it," she commanded.

"The garage--" I started.

"It wasn't."

"He would kill us."

"Then you'd better hurry." She kissed me, and I was harder than ever. I leaned down and sucked on her tit, pounding her like a madman.

She wrapped her legs around me. "Thaaaaaat's right," she cooed encouragingly. "Just like you did with my mouth."

My balls tightened. I'd never wanted anything more than to empty myself inside her, and I would be lying if I said part of it wasn't knowing that, at some point, the garage door WAS going to open.

I reached under her and grabbed her ass, impaling her on myself as I attacked from the opposite end.

"Do it," she groaned. "Do it, I'm gonna fucking cum!"

I couldn't have stopped if I'd tried. My cock began to ache from the pressure. I started giving her slow, hard thrusts. My breath got caught in my throat. There were no words, only a deep, primal grunt, as I acquiesced to her demands.

"Yes, that's it," she said, as I began to spasm inside her. "Cum in mommy."

My wife met my ex. from way back. It was at a kind of a business thing, she heard her last name, asked if she knows me, and, well, they ended up on a topic of me.

They didn't talk much, she just mentioned that we were an item, a long way back. Now, my wife is and always have been better looking than the said ex, but she was an attractive woman as well. I guess this had awoken something in my wife, the thought that someone besides her could find me interesting, since I always kept my past a secret, so she swarmed me with questions.

I have evaded most of them, but had to give some answers. Eventually I told her that she was a boring partner, and that that was the main reason it all ended, but that she was good in bed. I don't know why in hell would I mention that...

She wanted to know what that means, and if she is good in bed as my ex was. Told her, that she is different. In what way? How? What does that mean?

She was mad, really, really mad, so I finally caved in, admitting, that the said ex enjoyed anal sex, a thing my wife, no matter how persistently I tried to convince her, never wanted to try.

Now she is mad at me. Guys, keep your mouth shut.

My marriage is dead, my husband doesnt see me anymore, and as I approach 40, I have been feeling bad about myself. He was never a looker, neither was I, but he has let himself go completely, to that point, that I feel disgusted by the thought of him touching me. He doesnt even try, and that makes me feel relief, and anger at the same time.

I have always been petite, never pretty, but I kept my body in shape. After two births, I gained some weight, and started running. Found my bliss there, and now, I am even doing marathons.

A man hasnt noticed me for ages, but my running partner did. A man like him, without a similar interest, would never give me any attention, I am fully aware of it, so I clinged onto him, started making up scenarios in which we would train together, outside of our little group. I have noticed his touches, and I wanted him to take me.

When he made his move, I kind of backed out. I was overwhelmed by emotions, pictures of my family were in front of my eyes, and, it was awkward. He backed off, and avoided me, but I was so persistent to get him back, that he gave in.

Winter came, and we had to move back indoors. I was doing everything to continue our time together, that I was all over the place, researching runner friendly gyms, where we could go together etc. Then he suggested that we can run at his place.

His ex was a runner two, and she eventually ran off with some lawyer. He still had two treadmills in front of a big tv, where they ran together.

That night, he made his move, again. This time, I didnt hesitate, I kissed him back. Didnt want to sleep with him, so I gave him a hand job, after a lots of snogging. Couldnt believe that a hand job can be that sexy - the way he moaned, looked at me, the intensity of his orgasm...

Then, he started avoiding me, again. Blocked my number, I couldnt get a hold of him in any way. I literally had to corner him, in front of his building. He said, that he knows it is wrong, that I am married, and he wants to make love to me, because he is in love with me.

I told him that I am in love, too.

That night, we ran together. After the shower, I rode him, until he came in me. I was in heaven, from the sex, all the sexy things he told me, all the lovely things he said about me, the way he looked at me, the way he touched me...

I never saw him again. When I got back home, saw my husband and kids, I decided that I cannot be that woman. So I stayed. I am regretting it every second, and I will regret it till I drop dead, but that was the only choice that I could make.

I confess... out of the time that I have been here (which really hasn't been more than about 6 months) there has been one persistent thread topic that I really just don't get... and that is the constant bashing of one member, Alpha Omega

Alpha can be annoying... if you are a troll. He will swoop in to an absurd thread and put in a zinger that seems to cut to the core of what is going on. If you are being a twit, he calls you a twit... he doesn't come right out and say it (most of the time) but uses irony and sarcasm, which may be the issue... some people just don't like having the world KNOW that they are a twit.

most of us, if we do something stupid, go, "yeah, you got me" and we learn and move on... some, it seems, have made a holy crusade to belittle Alpha, which is odd because if most of the people had put as much effort into their post as they do into their relentless attack on Alpha, they wouldn't have gotten zinged in the first place.

Trolls of the universe, be forewarned... Alpha is loved around here, because he is witty and humorous, and mostly because he isn't a total knee-biting jerk, like most of the trolls... those who wish to belittle him, we laugh at you... you aren't going to change our opinion of him, and if anything, you only solidify our support for the Ethical Treatment of Trolls

It had been a very long arduous day. Did several shops. Jobs. All sorts. But didn't feel I was getting what I needed.

This young girl. Never had sex. But took up dope. Was lingering around looking desperate for a fix.

So I said I'd help her out. Took her to a lockup and face fucked her for ten minutes. And gave her less than the cost of a cup of tea for it.

She acted like it was her lucky day and ran off pleased as punch.

I felt really bad ever since. I'd been looking for a regular girlfriend for ages. But it hadn't worked, everything that wanted me, wasn't what I wanted, and what I wanted seemed not to exist persistantly. This was day about day eight hundred, of trying to find one I felt was right for me.

I regret it every day. Taking advantage like that.

I have a wierd confession. I am 40, single, and a few months ago, I started dating this girl, a few years younger than me. She is a good looking brunette, and I liked her from the start, we have lots in common, she is funny, smart, etc.

But...

We are together for 5 months now, and all I get is oral. It started with just a hj, but after few first times, she just gives me head. Great head, swallows every time, but, she wont do anything else. I wanted to finger her, go down on her, and, obviously, I wanna fuck her so badly, but no, she is just persistent in this. And it is not, like, she does it once a week to get me off her back, she does it every time we see each other, and that is almost every day, with, maybe, a day or two a week, when we do not see each other.

I find it wierd, especially from a mature woman. I have had a similiar experience in high school, with my sweet heart, my first girl, but that was because she wanted to keep her cherry, and she did let me go down on her.

And before you ask, everything is fine with her, I have seen her naked, nothing hidden, or anything like that.

Caribbean Interlude
by Hardy

***

A couple spend their anniversary at a Caribbean resort.
Magician days and lush tropical nights lead to lowered
inhibitions. The couple becomes susceptible to an
erotic adventure that unearthed hidden desires,
providing a new awareness of their sexuality. (MMF,
wife-sharing, swingers, voy, reluc, rom)

***

We were spending our third wedding anniversary on this
sun-drenched Caribbean island. It was wonderful-
sensuous moonlit tropical nights with the surf lapping
at the shore; days around the pool and hanging out at
the beach bar. It was intoxicating.

Now we were in our cottage with the stranger that we
had met at the bar. John, my husband and I had become
acquainted with him when we were enjoying our rum
drinks, and found him pleasant and charming. We invited
him to join us for dinner, and he readily accepted.

While we were showering and dressing for dinner, John
remarked that I seemed attracted to him. I said not
really but that wasn’t quite true, as he was quite
handsome.

After Keith joined us we had a delightful island
dinner, followed by music provided by a steel drum
band. We had more drinks and soon the men were taking
turns dancing with me. As the evening wore on I found
that Keith was holding me closer as we danced, close
enough that I could feel his thighs pressing against
mine, and close enough that I could feel a beginning
erection.

It was exciting, feeling the desire in this handsome
stranger, and I felt a little tinge of arousal, a
slight moistening between my thighs. The effect of the
rum drinks and enchantment of this island was having an
effect. I don’t think this was lost on my husband.

When it was time to leave John invited him back to the
room for a night-cap (as if we didn’t have enough
already, and I wondered why he invited him this time of
night) He readily accepted and now the three of us were
lounging around in our cottage enjoying another drink.
John was leaning back in and arm chair, appearing
sleepy, but still aware, and Keith was sitting beside
me on our bed.

My husband stirred himself enough to turn down the
lights so we were almost in shadow, and I wondered why
he wanted the lights so dim. Our friend took advantage
of the lighting to place his arm around me, drawing me
against him. I didn’t resist, wondering where this was
going. It seemed to be going somewhere, as the next
thing he turned me towards him and kissed me. No
response from John, so the stranger kissed me again. I
was sure that he was aware of what was happening, so
why didn’t he say something?

After another kiss he swung me around so that I was
lying flat on the bed with this stranger beside me,
holding me in an embrace. I glanced towards John-I knew
he could see, even though we were in shadow, but he
said nothing. Did he want to see what I would do? Was
he going to call a halt to this action? I was going to
find out.

When he began to unbutton my blouse I did nothing, and
I did nothing when he pulled it free, exposing my bra
which opened in the front. I allowed another long kiss,
and then he opened my bra, exposing my breasts. I was
flushed and breathing rapidly with this turn of events.
I looked at my husband again-I could see his eyes but I
couldn’t see his expression. I couldn’t believe this
scene that was unfolding, and I couldn’t believe that
he wasn’t saying anything. Did he want this stranger to
make love to me?

Everything about this island, this setting, the
distance from home, and the drinks we had consumed lent
itself to an erotic evening, and it seemed to be
getting to all of us. The stranger was caressing my
nipples with his finger-tips till they stiffened, and
then he was using his mouth and tongue on my breasts,
and I was becoming more and more aroused.

I wondered if my husband had an erection-the stranger
certainly did-I was very aware of the pressure against
my leg.

His fingers dipped down to my knees, sliding under my
skirt, slowly sliding up my thighs, pushing my slip and
skirt up. His hand was gently pushing my thighs apart,
his hand now between them, stroking and caressing them,
finally pressing against my panties.

I felt myself moistening, becoming more aroused as his
fingers slipped inside the leg of my panties, finding
my moistness. I moaned softly when his finger moved in
me, not wanting my husband to hear. I murmured again
when his finger found my clitoris.

I was aware of his movements as he slipped off his
trousers and underwear, and I thought now John is going
to say or do something, but he didn’t. I whispered to
him, "Don’t strip me." But he whispered back, "I’ve got
to take these off," meaning my panties.

John was leaning forward trying to hear what we were
whispering. Did he want us to go ahead? Did he want to
see this stranger doing it to me? I could feel his very
hard cock against my thigh, and I knew I was very close
to doing it with this man-being penetrated by him.

I raised my hips to allow him to pull my slip and skirt
up under me, but I hesitated when he gripped the waist-
band of my panties, attempting to take them off. I took
a last look at my husband who sat there immobile. This
scene was so far out, and I was so aroused that I
lifted my hips, allowing him to slide my panties off,
and now open to him.

He pressed my legs and thighs apart, lightly caressing
my wet vulva, pressing my legs open more as he moved
between them, preparing to mount me. I gave a last look
at my husband whose eyes were shining in the dim light,
now pulling his chair closer to us.

There was no way now that we could stop, and I lifted
and opened my thighs so he could enter me. He directed
the huge head of his cock against me, moistening the
tip before beginning to push. I felt myself opening to
the insistent pressure, my cunt stretching as he
pressed firmly, giving a gasp as he entered me. At that
moment I came, trying to stifle my groans as I
shuddered.

He waited till I relaxed before pushing into me,
gradually filling me, penetrating me till I was fully
impaled on this huge cock, giving a hoarse cry. It was
done! I was sure my husband could see his cock entering
me-I wish I could see if he was as hard as this
stranger, but I knew he wasn’t this big.

He remained still, his cock rigid and fully into me,
finally moving slowly back and forth, almost pulling
out each time, then thrusting in me, pushing against my
cervix and uterus.

It was so intense, this large and very hard cock slowly
fucking me with my husband watching. I forgot about him
as this stranger began thrusting more powerfully into
me, my body moving with him.

It was do erotic, this scene right out of a hard-core
movie. This stranger was having his way with me, taking
me with my husband watching, doing nothing but
observing this stranger fucking me, seeing him doing it
to me. The way I was turned, with my legs and thighs
lifted, he had to be able to see his cock moving in and
out of me, shiny with my juices.

The sheer naughtiness of what we were doing made it so
exciting, so intense. I was soon shaken with another
orgasm that came so quickly that I cried out, my legs
and arms clutching him as warmth flowed throughout my
body.

He held himself fully into me till my climax subsided,
and slowly began moving again, thrusting steadily,
taking plenty of time, lifting me to another erotic
high. I made no attempt now to be quiet, my gasps and
moans louder and louder, filling the room. He was soon
pushing powerfully into me, and his cock seemed to
swell. I knew he was about to come and I said "don’t
come in me." I wasn’t protected, and I didn’t want to
get pregnant by this little episode.

He didn’t say anything; he was getting close; and I
found myself approaching another climax. Just as the
waves of erotic feeling were building I gripped him
with my legs and said "don’t stop!" As I shuddered and
convulsed his hands gripped my ass pulling me into him.
I felt him impale me fully, groaning, his cock swelling
and spurting against my cervix, filling me with his
semen. I gave a cry as he flooded me, emptying his cock
in me.

It was so intense, this stranger filling my unprotected
uterus with his semen, and my husband watching this man
having his way with me, watching him emptying his cock
in me, seeing his own wife awash with another man’s
sperm.

He finally moved away from me, but I lay there with my
legs spread, emotionally exhausted, feeling his
stickiness on my thighs. He got up and dressed, giving
me a quick kiss, and saying "I’ll leave you two now,"
and smiling as he left, obviously very pleased.

I turned up the lights and looked at my husband. His
penis was out and he was wet where he had ejaculated on
himself, so clearly he had enjoyed watching his wife
getting screwed by another man.

I said, "I never knew that you wanted to watch me
getting taken by a stranger. I thought that at any
moment you were going to intervene, and I let him go
ahead, thinking that soon you would call a halt. I kept
waiting for you, but you let him go on and on, and
finally I realized you weren’t going to make him stop,
and then I was so far along that I was helpless-I was
just so wet and hot that I just spread my legs for
him."

"I didn’t know it would go that far. I thought we could
string him along a little, and then send him out the
door. But then I got caught up in the scene. I got so
excited watching him working on you that I was in a
daze. I never thought I would get so excited watching a
stranger seducing you and having his way with you-I
just can’t believe it. And then when you he got your
panties off, and you spread your legs for him, I almost
came. And when he penetrated you I couldn’t do anything
but watch-watch him screwing you, and hearing you
moaning, and seeing his cock going in and out of you,
fucking you so thoroughly- I just came.

"I never would have thought I would come watching my
wife taken like that, and fucked so well, seeing him
come in you. It was even more exciting thinking about
you risking pregnancy letting him come in you. This
never would have happened if we were at home. This
island just got to us."

We went to bed but it was a long time before either of
us went to sleep. We were both re-living that event.

In the morning we were greeted with another with
another beautiful tropic day. After breakfast we went
to the pool. It wasn’t long before Keith showed up
again, and with a friend whom we hadn’t met. He
introduced us to Tom who had come with him on this
vacation. Keith said nothing about the events of last
evening, but I’m sure he told Tom about our interesting
time.

We had a day at the pool, at the ocean, and at the
beach bar. The drinks flowed, with Keith buying most of
them, and late in the day we were feeling more than
relaxed. We accepted their invitation to dinner, and
after dinner the dancing started. I danced with my
husband, and each of the other men. With the after
dinner rum drinks we were feeling more than relaxed.

John soon folded, leaving the other two men to dance
with me. Both of them used the opportunity to pull me
in close, thigh against thigh, hands sliding down below
my waist till it seemed that everyone was watching us.
I was getting aroused but at that point I called a
halt to the dancing.

I was surprised when John invited them both back to our
cottage for a night-cap. We settled in with some drinks
and soft music. I wondered if those two strangers would
try to seduce me, and if so would John stop them. I had
my answer soon, the two of them sitting on each side of
me, and with my husband watching they began caressing
me.

John again dimmed the lights, so it seemed he was
permitting them to continue. How far would he let them
go? Did he want to see them taking me, doing it to me?
I didn’t think he would let the two of them screw me.

I was feeling the effects of the drinks so I was
determined to go with the flow. If he wanted to see
these two having their way with me, then I was going to
enjoy it. Somehow it would be a lot more exciting with
him watching, watching his own wife being serviced by
these studs. It couldn’t get more erotic than that.

They seemed to understand that they had our permission
to proceed, so they began to strip me, beginning with
my dress. Working together they removed my dress, then
my bra, exposing my breasts which they began to caress.
I raised my hips so they could remove my slip, and when
they gripped my panties I hesitated, looking at my
husband. He smiled and nodded, so I lifted my ass again
and they slowly removed my panties.

I lay there naked, with only my thigh high stockings
remaining. As they looked at my naked body, admiring
the view, I was flushed and trembling. They both
stripped, than continued their caresses, stroking my
thighs, spreading my legs, touching the wet lips of my
vulva, stroking me there, my cunt tingling with
arousal.

Keith moved between my open legs, mounting me. I raised
my knees and opened my thighs fully as he moved his
very hard cock against me, pressing firmly, spreading
my lips as he pushed into me. I groaned as he entered
and began filling me, pushing steadily till he was
fully into me, feeling the pressure against my cervix.

He began stroking into me, steadily fucking me,
carrying me to an erotic high. He thrust faster and I
felt him swelling and throbbing as he erupted, his cock
spurting into me, triggering my climax, my arms and
legs gripping him as I cried out, my body shaking.

When he lifted off me, Tom quickly took his place
between my legs. I was so wet and open that he entered
me easily, quickly pressing his full length into me. He
was very excited watching his friend screwing me, and
he was thrusting into me for a very short time before
adding his semen to his friends. I climaxed again when
I felt him spurting into me. They wanted to take me
again, but John didn’t want them to have seconds with
me, and I think that was because he had already come,
watching them having their way with me, watching them
fucking me.

They soon left. I said, "That was pretty erotic."

And John agreed.

"And I don’t think we should do that scene again."

Again John agreed.

However the next day they were hanging around me like
flies on honey, clearly wanting a repeat performance,
even though we said we weren’t interested. But as the
evening wore on and the drinks kicked in, I was once
more fucked by those two as John was looking on,
obviously aroused by watching them between my legs,
having their way with me again.

The next day the two of them left, so we had a chance
to recover from our amorous evenings, but there was
another interesting event. Peter, the black life-guard
at the pool seemed to know about our activities, and he
made great efforts to be charming, likely wanting to
get me in the sack.

He was handsome and muscular but I had no interest in
crossing the color barrier. It appeared that other
white women at the resort were not so discriminating,
and were enjoying liaisons with black men, including
our life-guard. We made it clear that we weren’t
interested-but he was persistent, hanging around,
eyeing me a lot. I was flattered by the attention as he
had a lot of women to choose from, but I didn’t
encourage him.

However, on our last night there, things changed. We
had been drinking more than usual, and after dinner we
continued, enjoying the steel band, and dancing. Peter
showed up, chatting with us and then asking me to
dance. I looked at John and he smiled, giving me
permission, so I accepted.

We had more that one dance, and on the fast dances he
was spinning me around, and I could feel my short
skirts lifting higher and higher, and I’m sure that my
bare thighs were in view above my stocking tops, and
maybe even my panties. Gradually he was holding me
closer, especially on the slow numbers, and I could
feel his body against mine, feel the heat of him, and I
was beginning to be aroused.

Between dances, he joined us at our table, drinking
with us, even buying drinks. I looked at John, a
question in my eyes, but John just smiled, ignoring me.
I wondered if he was going to invite this black man
back to our cottage. I got my answer, as looking at me
and smiling, he invited him for a night-cap.

Peter readily accepted, and I wondered if my husband
wanted to see a black man between my legs. I didn’t
think so, but I wasn’t sure; that would be entering
forbidden territory.

At our cottage John poured drinks, and it was soon
evident that our charming life-guard was interested in
more than a night-cap. He kept eying me, eying my legs
which had fallen open slightly, eying my breasts, and
it was clear he wanted to be between my legs.

I was quite sure that he knew all about our adventure
with those men that left, and perhaps that was why he
was emboldened. He moved beside me, putting his arm
around my shoulders, and told John what a beautiful
women I was. Smiling John agreed.

I thought this has gone far enough-I had never had sex
with a black man before, and I didn’t want to start
now. Also, my pussy had just recovered from the
pounding that I had received from those two studs that
left. And lastly, I was not on any birth control
protection when they fucked me, so I had already taken
a risk. But secretly it had been much more exciting
risking pregnancy with them. However, I didn’t want to
risk having a black baby- that would be a little much,
and difficult to explain.

At this point John did nothing but pour more drinks,
sitting down in his chair again. Looking at his groin I
could see the bulge, so he was aroused again by the
erotic situation. I thought why not indulge his fantasy
a little-this time I was sure he wouldn’t let this go
too far. So I relaxed, allowing him to caress me, even
kissing him when he turned my face towards him.

Peter asked me to stand and I did, looking at my
husband. His hands reached out and unbuttoned my skirt,
pulled the zipper down and slid my skirt to the floor.
He barely hesitated before undoing my blouse and
removing that also. Now I was standing there in my
sheer half-slip and sheer camisole.

I turned towards my husband who looked at me, saying
nothing. As Peter pulled up on my camisole I raised my
arms to let him remove it, exposing my breasts, the
nipples now very firm. He looked at John as he caressed
them, and then he slid my slip to the floor. I was
standing naked now except for my sheer lacy panties and
my garter belt holding up my nylon stockings.

I was flushed and trembling with arousal as I waited
for John to call a halt, but he did nothing. It was
obvious that he was giving permission to continue.
Peter gripped my panties but I held the waist-band as
he tugged them. Did I want him to go any further? I was
close to being naked in this man’s arms, and my husband
was not intervening. I thought alright, if this is what
he wanted to see I was going to continue. Whatever
happened would be on his shoulders.

I let my arms fall to my side, and this stud slid my
panties to the floor, and I stepped away from my
clothes. Peter stripped, revealing a very large and
very thick cock, now almost fully erect-it was huge and
I looked at it with disbelief, thinking I can’t take
that.
Before I could respond he lowered me to the bed and
began to spread my legs. At this point I was so faint
with desire and arousal I was almost helpless, feeling
the wetness in my cunt. He spread me wider and moved
between my legs, mounting me. This was so erotic, this
black stud between my legs that I could do nothing-I
was so far gone that all my earlier resolve was
forgotten.

I was limp as he lifted my thighs and directed the
purple swollen head of his cock against me, pressing
firmly. I gasped, feeling it pushing against my vulva,
pressing the lips open, groaning as I felt him
stretching me. He pushed strongly, and I cried out as
he penetrated me, groaning as I felt the size of him,
gripping my hips as he continued moving into me,
gradually filling me. I felt like a virgin, my vagina
fully stretched as he filled me, impaling me.

My moans filled the room as he began moving in me. He
fucked me with a steady rhythm and my whole being was
centered on this cock that was thrusting in me, raising
me to higher and higher levels of erotic feeling till
my trembling body clutched him, crying out as I was
overcome by a climax that left my body shaking and
quivering. He pulled me fully onto him, and I felt him
swelling and erupting into me, filling me with his
semen.

I knew it was no good to asking him not to come in me,
as he had no intention of pulling out. He stayed in me,
and he barely softened before I felt him moving in me
again. Soon he was fully erect, and at that point he
pulled out of me and placed me on my hands and knees at
the edge of the bed. I was like a rag doll that he
could move around at will.

He pulled my ass up and pushed his fully erect cock
into me once more, filling me and stroking powerfully.
It was even more erotic, taken in this position by this
black man, who was doing things to my body that aroused
me to a level I had never experienced. I was moaning,
groaning loudly, crying out as I was ravished by this
stud.

It was so primitive that I was overcome with another
orgasm, screaming as I shuddered, convulsing as he
groaned, his cock throbbing, spurting into me again,
filling me with his sperm. It was so erotic being taken
like that, on my hands and knees with my ass in the
air, and my vagina his for the taking. I had welcomed
the flow of semen in me.

He released me and I fell forward on the bed, lying on
my stomach, exhausted. I was aware of him dressing and
leaving with a thank-you to my husband. I finally
moved, using the sheets to wipe away the stickiness of
his come on my thighs-it was still oozing from my
vagina.

"I hope you’re satisfied watching that black stud
having his way with me- he really did it to me. I don’t
think my vagina will be back to normal for some time.
He stretched me so much I felt like I was having a
baby. But I never knew you had a fantasy of watching
strangers fuck me, and especially a black man.

"I can’t believe you let him take me, and did you like
seeing his cock in me when I was on my hands and knees.
You certainly had a perfect view of him fucking me."

"I didn’t know I would be so aroused watching you doing
it with strangers, and once it got started I was
helpless to stop them. And it was even more erotic
thinking that you could become pregnant by one of
them."

"Yes, it made it a lot more exciting feeling them
coming in me, and thinking I could get pregnant. And
knowing you were there, watching them taking me, doing
it to me, sitting right there while they were fucking
me was so erotic. Well, it’s not going to happen again.
And I don’t know what’s going to happen now with my
cunt and uterus filled with their semen night after
night, but we’ll find out. This was quite a wedding
anniversary, and I didn’t have any idea we would
celebrate it the way we did."

We slept little that night, and we packed early in the
morning, catching the flight for home that afternoon.
We spoke little on the plane, and I know we were both
re-living the events on that island. I flushed when I
thought about it, and I felt myself moistening again as
I remembered how it felt when I was taken and used by
those men, and with my aroused husband’s consent.

END

I am married to a man I love, and we have been on this site, together, but I will post this, anonymously, since I am still not sure if he will understand it is him, after reading it, since I will alter some minor details, not the crucial ones, for the sake of him not realizing that this is the story about us, if he reads it.

So, we are both in our early 40's, married for a long time, and our sex life has been great. Never cheated on him, and I am pretty sure he never cheated on me.

From the wild beginnings, after having kids, and great sex life during my pregnancies, things got a little cold. We both felt it, and in an effort to spice things up, included role playing, porn, and similar stuff, into our sex life, and it worked like a charm. We are going through our second youth, and nothing to complain there.

In this quest for happiness, we tried a lots of different things, except one - I wasn't ready to do anal. He was so persistent in trying to convince me, but I stood my ground, and eventually, I think he reconciled with the idea of that not being for us. I have to admit, he was even a bit mad about it, but since have cooled off.

Now this is not much of a confession, as much as a question for all the men out there, but I will get to it, in a minute.

Maybe a year ago, we were both really drunk, after our friend's birthday, came to our room around 5 a.m. (we were all in a mountain resort for the birthday), and in the drunken rubbing and poking, I was turned to the side, as he tried to enter me. I was almost half a sleep, as I presume was he, since he was just semi hard, trying to do something. In all of that "searching", I just felt him going in, the other path. It felt bitter, and good, at the same time. I turned a little, his eyes were closed, and I am pretty sure he had no idea. It still felt good, since he was going in and out, in a slow pace, still with a semi erected penis. I guided his hand towards my clit, he poked a little, but since he was very tired, gave up after a few seconds, so I started touching myself.

What an orgasm!!!! It was so powerful. Soon after, he came inside me, and the feeling was oh, so pleasant.

Now, tomorrow I was sure he had no idea where he was, since he asked me if he came in me (I am not on the pill), and I just responded he did, but I managed that. And that was it.

I couldn't forget how great it was, but I was under the impression that, if we tried it again, sober, that it would be rough, since he is very rough, generally, and that it just won't be that good, so I kept my mouth shut. On the other side, he was so cross that I didn't let him in, before, that I was afraid he might take it the wrong way, if I suddenly, told him we did it, and that I liked it.

Fast forward to two weeks back, again, a long night, with a few drinks too many, and once again, he was too drunk to do anything specific, except to poke me and provoke me, to either take it from the side, or ride him, since there was no stamina left in him. Poking game started, once again, with two differences, this time, I wasn't that drunk like on the previous occasion, and that this time, he was as hard and long, as he can get.

He was just looking for the entrance, and this time, it wasn't an accident, I led him there. Guided his hand to my clit, and this time, he didn't quit, he touched me slowly, while going in and out, even slower. It took me just a few minutes to get off. It was a big one, lights out orgasm.

He ended soon after, but this time he pulled out.

Now, I am sure that not even this time, he realized what happened. Generally, we are very open about our sex life, with this being, maybe, our only exception.

We get to the question - should I tell him what we did, and ask him, to do it again, in the same way? Will he be mad that I like it now, but I refused him for so many years? Is it possible to have anal sex that can be pleasurable for both sides, especially since he is, whenever we are not having sex while drunk, very rough, and powerful during sex? Or should I just wait for another year or two to pass, for us to get the same conditions, to do it again?

My last natural girlfriend was Sarah 25 years ago. We were living together for around 3 years. We were not really going anywhere as a couple and i guess we were both seeking other things. Before we broke up Sarah had got herself a new boyfriend. During the crossover period she was still having sex with me, as well as getting stuffed by the new guy.

I knew about him before we split up and she told me. I could smell sex on her sometimes. I never said anything though. One time she smelled of fresh sex i got horny, like immediately and i wanted to have sex with her. I was persistent despite her attempts to put me off. Sarah gave in but she was acting guilty like someone who knew she had recently been fucked and was filled with another mans cum.

I went to go down on her and she panicked and almost begged me to just fuck her. I wemt down on her anyway. Her pussy was very creamy and smelled of shared bodily fluids. It got me super hard and excited. I ate her out hungrily. Licking some other guys cum out of her snatch. When i looked up at her she looked very worried, so i told her she tasted better than ever. She began to relax and got into it, grinding her pussy against my face as i tongued her. I kept eating her out until she came, by this time i was almost cumming myself. I plunged my raging hard cock in her creamy soaking wet hole and in less than 60 seconds i was flooding her with my seed. It turned me on so much to lick her new guy out of her and then to nut so hard inside her too. By then she was obvioulsly delighted with how this potentially tricky situation turned out. 

So then a few days later she cones home and starts getting all horny with me. Again i can smell sex on her, and again it turns me on. This time when naked she spread her legs snd suggests that i eat her out as good as i did the last time. She must have really believed i wouldn't be able to tell she'd just had sex. This time her new boyfriends cum was still literally dripping out of her, she was so damn wet with cum. I spread her lips and lapped it up. She had never tasted so good. I suppose i mean i had never tasted anothee guys cum before these new experiences and it turns out i loved it. His spunk was making me so fucking horny. Maybe i was also just turned on by the fact my gf was fucking someone else behind my back and i was eating his cum without telling her i knew. This second time she was obviously getting off on me eating her new guys cum. Again she came hard on my face and i finished inside her after seconds. 

This happened again and again, quite a number of times before Sarah said that we should break up. She told me she had met someone else and i just grinned and said i know. That was that. 

After finding out i liked the taste of cum i booked a hot shemale escort. I sucked her off and immediately realised i loved sucking cock. I felt very submissive in this new situation i was in. I actually wanted to take the bottom role, sucking and getting fucked. Thats what happened, and i ended up seeing shemale after shemale, always taking the bottom role. I sucked a lot of dick and swallowed a lot of cum. I got rather easily addicted to the anal orgasms from all the ass fucking i received.

Sarah was the last partner i was a dominant top with. Soon after her, i was a confirmed switch to submissive bottom. I enjoy taking cock much more. Perhaps i owe Sarah a big thank you for starting things off with facilitating my first taste of semen. 

Would love to finally meet up with another guy, a struggle to find, where I’m at, persisting though.

For my 30th birthday, my close friend (who is a masseuse) offered me a free as-long-as-I-want-massage and a dinner out wherever I want. I had never gotten a massage before, so I decided to take her up on her offer. She had an office that she works out of, but also had a table at her house.

She opened the door, and she was wearing a sun dress, without a bra. Now, her boobs arent huge, but she probably should have worn one with that outfit. She took me into the room and told me to undress and put a towel around myself and get on the table. She left the room, and I called her in when I was ready.

She started on my feet and worked her way up. She slid her hands under the towel and got pretty high up, but never actually directly touched any "private" areas. She massaged my ass through the towel, and continued up my back to my neck and head. The head rub felt great, probably the best part up to then.

She told me to flip over, so I carefully held onto the towel and rolled over. She started back down at my feet again. She was at the bottom of the table, and I had a great view of her cleavage as she bent over. She massaged my feet pretty aggressively, and I could see her boobs bouncing a bit.

I should stop here and briefly mention how we knew each other. She was my best friends ex-wife, and we have known each other for about 15 years. They dated at a very young age, married very young, and divorced a few years ago. They had a very messy divorce, and he moved out of the state so I was left to pick up the pieces. We became close, and we viewed each other as family. So finding myself staring at her chest made me feel a bit awkward.

So I eventually just laid my head back and stared at the ceiling, then closed my eyes. She started moving up my legs, and massaged pretty far up my thigh. My dick, being soft, was laying right on my stomach, and I was pretty sure she could see the outline, as she worked perfectly around it. She did my chest, my arms, and went up my face and did another head massage, then went back down towards my feet.

This time, when she got to my groin/thighs, I started to get hard. I didnt think it was noticeable, until she started to laugh. I opened my eyes and saw my dick was elevated, and the tip was poking out from the top of the towel. I said "oh my god, I am so sorry. I am so embarrassed." She assured me it happened more than I thought, and that she would just "work around it."

I shifted myself, to hopefully hide my dick back in the towel. But I ended up doing the opposite and even more started to show. She told me to relax, she wasn't looking at it. I told her that it felt uncomfortable and I was just trying to fix myself and the towel. She then surprised me by taking the edges of the towel (which were in front of me) and opening them. MY dick popped up, and I was so surprised I think i said something like "what the hell??"

She laughed and assured me it was no big deal. She explained that some of her clients have whipped out theirs during massages in hopes of a "happy ending," but she has refused every one of them. Cited something about her being a professional.

As she was talking to me and her hands started to go down towards my feet, I started to get soft. Then, she turned course and started going back up to my thighs and groin. She made a comment about my "penis being very persistent." I told her that I was sorry, and that I learned a valuable lesson about what I should "do" before a massage. She stopped massaging, looked at me, then at my dick, and said "this is the ONLY time I have EVER done this. Tell any of my clients, or anyone, and we are no longer friends."

I gave her a confused look, and she grabbed my dick in her hand and started to stroke. It wasnt gentle strokes, but long, hard, and fast strokes, like she wanted me to cum in record time. Her tits were bouncing like crazy. I was in the moment, and reached my hand up and felt her tits from the outside. Since she didnt react negatively, I slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled down on the dress. It fell down to her stomach, and now I could see her tits bouncing and swinging.

I pulled her one boob towards my face, and she shifted herself closer. I sucked on her tits, then pulled haer head in and started making out with her. It was probably the most gentle kissing I had ever had, which was weird in contrast to the violent way she was jerking my dick. But it was working, and I felt close to cumming. I think she heard me breathing heavy from my nose as we were making out, because she broke away and put her mouth on the head of my dick and jerked off until I came in her mouth. She swallowed, then finished going back down my leg and massaged my feet some more, with her tits still hanging out.

After my feet, she told me that the massage was ending now, as her one arm was pretty tired. She pulled her straps back up and I put my boxers on, and told her that we should just stay in and order food. We ended up fucking that night. Best birthday ever.

Now this is a proper cluster fuck, but it just shows you that everything comes to light, eventually.

Some 15 years ago, or something like that, I was a youngster, fresh out of college, and I hooked up with some friends who were party animals, and for a while, I was going out, partying non stop with this group. He would always get us girls - he was dating this petite blonde with big tits, and she would always bring her friends, and we would buy them drinks, party all night, and in the end, we would get something out of it, usually just a blow job, but I did fuck one of them once.

So, I figured, that it was some kind of an arangment he always made, and who am I to object. One night, girls didnt come, and he was furious with his girl (she was the only one that made it). I had to restrain him, since it was obvious that he might even become unpleasant to her, in a physical way. At the end of the night, he was still pissed, and called all of us to his place. As soon as we arrived, he declared to us, that since she didnt bring her bitches, she will have to do all of us.

Then it dawned on me - they were all hookers, with her being his favorite one. She just shrugged her shoulders, and started undressing.

Five of us fucked her, and that was my only time I ever, ass fucked a girl, while two guys were cumming on her face at the same time.

After that, he never invited her again, and he would bring another girl, with her "friends". This went on for about a year, after which I moved to another city.

Fast forward to three years ago, I met my wife, at the ripe age of 40, had no time to waste, and married her after six months of dating.

On our wedding, guess who was one of the guests?

Yup, the blonde.

Asked her who she is - a college friend, they were really close at that time, so she invited her.

That moment I knew, that she probably was, one of her girls. Said nothing on the wedding night, nor on our honey moon, but when we got back, I wanted to look at our wedding photos. I was playing it cool, at first telling her, that she looks familiar to me. Oh boy, I felt her unrest immediately.

Then I "remembered", that she was a hooker, or madame, and told her all about our party days, not mentioning I had anything with her, just that she was providing us with loose party girls, we had fun with. When I looked her in the eyes, she burst into tears.

"So, you were on of the "party girls"?"

It was a wonder we never met before.

She started sobbing, telling me that she wants me to forgive her, that she cant survive if I leave her etc.

I answered that I will not, if she is honest with me, and tells me everything. It was the Q&A of my life time, and I was pissed off, and aroused at the same time.

She did it through her junior year in college. She would get some pocket money from the blonde, free drinks and free party, as long as she was available to the guy she would be with for the night. Most of them would get so wasted, that nothing happened, besides little groping in the booth, or afterwards. When they were persistent, she would give them a bj.

When asked if she fucked some of them, she said yes. How many, she started crying again. How many cocks did you suck that year - again, sobbing.

I got up, furious, and hard at the same time, wanting to leave, but she grabbed my hand, fell to her knees and started sobbing:

"It was four guys, and for sucking, I dont know, we went out almost every night from September to June..."

She was kneeling, hugging my legs, and I did feel sorry for her. In the end, I was the one whoring around also, at the same time, and I would probably go over it, if she didnt press her head against my crotch. She felt my hardness, and started unbuttoning me.

That was the best orgasm of my life, I almost passed out, yet, when the clouds of passion started lifting, I knew what I had to do.

She thought, she will suck her way out of the problem, once again.

Divorced her, and I will never marry again.

The truth always catches up to you.

I gave my Chinese ex gf permission to let one of her white friends flirt with her. He was persistently trying to flirt with her. I told her it turned me on when other guys wanted her. I talked her into spending time with him and it started off with them flirting a little bit, then light petting over clothes and making out. One day she called me on the phone and said "I did it.". I asked her what did she do. She said "I sucked his dick." She told me she wanted to go to his house again the next day. She ended up fucking him. He never knew that she would come home and tell me all about their tryst. I told her it turned me on imagining him cumming inside her. She later started fucking him without any condoms. She ended up fucking him for about two years before they broke it off.

I'd like to share a story from last night, about a recently divorced MILF I met on Tinder (let's call her Jess); I'm in my early 30s, and Jess is a few years older. Jess was tall, in good shape, with a cute face and a really cute little butt. We matched Thursday and spent a good part of the day messaging back and forth. I could tell she was interested, but she was also playing hard to get. I asked for her number so we could discuss getting drinks, and she said maybe she would give it to me in the future. I persisted, we kept talking, and by 5 PM she had given me her number and told me she was going out for a few drinks later. I told her a friend was coming over to drink a bit too, and the conversation died down a bit.

By around 9 we were talking again, and I could tell Jess was interested in some dick. She started to get real flirty, and by 10 she was asking me when we could meet. I told her that I'd be free tomorrow, and she sent me back a sad face emoji, telling me her kid would only be gone for the night. My friend understood the situation and left, and by 11 Jess and I were talking about meeting up. She was a bit drunk, and had been smoking a bunch of weed, said she wanted me to come over, but was nervous. I told her we could wait, that I didn't want to take advantage of her while she was drunk; that was all she needed for that last bit of trust. She sent me her address, and told me to bring condoms unless I was certain I was clean.

I drove to her house, we talked for about 5 minutes, and then she came over to me and kissed me. She was wearing this low-cut short dress, and I was were making out in her living room I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. She tried to grab my dick a couple times as we were making out, but I kept pushing her hand away. After making out for about 20 minutes, I asked her if she had someplace we could go, and we went up to her bedroom; I got a great view up her skirt as she led me up the steps.

Once we were in her room, I pushed her on the bed and got on top of her. We made out for a few minutes more, and I pulled her dress down to suck on her tits. They aren't the biggest, but they're beautifully shaped and she has cute, perky nipples. She was getting really turned on, and told me to get on my back. She took my pants off, and slowly went down on me. She started by gently licking my balls until I got hard, then put them in her mouth and went to town. She sucked my cock the same way...started with a few, delicate licks up and down, then put the tip in, and slowly worked her way up until she was gagging. I started to wrap my legs around her and hold her head down, and I could tell she was really digging it. She was moaning as she was sucking my cock, and I could see one hand of hers was fingering herself.

After a few minutes of a mind-blowing blowjob, she asked me if I was sure I was clean; when I said yes, she got on top of me and sat down on my cock raw. She was soaking wet and her pussy felt incredible; I let her pump up and down a few times and then told her to get off. When she started to ask why, I rolled her onto the bed, on to her back, and buried my face in her pussy. It was gorgeous, and probably one of the top 10 pussies I've tasted. I slowly licked around her pussy, getting the sides of her thighs and lips drenched in spit and juice from her. When she got into a good rhythm of moans, I put one finger in her and started to lick closer to her clit. She got wetter and wetter, and started saying things like "oh fuck" and "shit". When her hips started to thrust a bit, I pulled my finger out, licked a second, and put both back into her. She let out a loud gasp, and I started sucking on her clit as hard as I could. At one point she yelled "Jesus fuck you're good" as she thrust her pussy into my face. As she started to cum, she tried to get away, but I wrapped my arms around her waste and held her on me.She started screaming, almost having a seizure, and came all over my face; she didn't squirt, but it was pretty close.

I was rock hard as this point, so I got up, laid down on top of her, held her hands above her head, and started to pound into her. I won't even lie, between the blowjob, the excitement of her cumming, and a soaked pussy, I didn't last long. But after cumming that hard, she couldn't handle it either way. She was letting out this huge moan every time I thrust into her, and was barely coherent as I fucked her. When I told her I was getting close, she gave me the surprise of the night: she said I could cum IN her ass if I wanted. She rolled over, got on all 4s, and then backed her pussy up on to my cock. She slammed herself into a few times to get my nice and wet, then pulled forward a bit, grabbed my cock, and slowly guided it into her ass. She cringed as it went in, let out a little squeal, and then told me to do what I wanted. I swear to God, after she said that, I lasted 10 pumps. I fucked her ass as hard as I could, forcing her onto her stomach and making her go "ugggghhh" every thrust. Within seconds I was cumming, and I held her down as I filled her ass up with a huge load.

After we got done, she wrapped my arms around her, pulled me in close, and let the cum sit in her ass for a while. She told me that she almost never cums herself, and that it was some of the best head she's ever had. When I admitted I came a bit fast, she laughed and told me she felt honored I was that excited around her. We both agreed that there's nothing wrong with a guy cumming fast, as long as he takes care of his partner first.

When we said goodbye, she started to pull me in close to kiss her neck. I told her that if she started this again, it was going to be a much later night. We agreed to save it for another night, I left, and drove home.

Overall, it was one of my most memorable and fastest Tinder hookups. I'm going to give her some time to see if she texts me first; I've got some kinky shit I want to do, and want the green light to get a bit weird.

And guys, I'm only a 6-7/10 that takes terrible pictures that make me look like a 4-5/10. This girl was easily an 8, possibly a 9 if I didn't see her half trashed after the bar. If you take the most flattering pictures of yourself, have a good bio, and almost never talk about sex, you'll be surprised how easy you'll get it. Most women on Tinder want dick, they just also want to pretend like it doesn't happen often.

I am on this site with my husband, but posting this without him knowing.

In an essence, I hope he will see this, and through this write up, get the answer he is looking for.

I am 45, married, obviously, and I used to be a model, semi-successful one. Got married in my early 30's, and we have an exciting and sexually fulfilled marriage. We experiment, visit places like this one, and all in all, the flame is far from being dead between us.

In our pursuit of excitement, our previous sex lives became a subject. I only had one serious relationship, and one in hs before that, so there wasn't much to tell. Then he kept asking me about my modeling career, and I hesitated, but since he was so open about himself, I told him I did some things. He was persistent, and, well...

In modeling, blow jobs are a currency, or at least they were, when I was still working. You find that out pretty fast, and, well, I gave a couple of them. More than a couple. At some point, it stops being anything sexual, or in any way interesting, it is a part of the job.

When he heard about this, his excitement was immeasurable. He kept asking me how many, how often, how I felt. For 11 years of doing it, I have no idea how many times I did it, but it was for around 20 to 25 guys, on multiple occasions. Never had sex with any of them.

This sent him over the edge, our sex became even better, and wanted to us to role play some occasions, to tell him all over and over again, and it became a bit frustrating. He started giving me ideas, how, I like my gym instructor, how I might do something for him, etc. That made me realize, that he was a latent cuck, but my confession made him come out of the closet.

So, if it makes him so happy, why not? My instructor is in his mid 20's, and it didn't require much of an effort to get him interested in me, because, I still look good. We went to his place, and I did it. You know how I, previously felt nothing when I did it? Now, it was different, I felt disgusted by myself, plus, little fucker came all over my hair.

When I got back home, my husband was ready to jump out of his skin. I told him what happened, while giving him a handy, and he came like a fire hose. I left out he part about how I felt of it, since he was so excited.

Now, he wants to go further, to find someone who will agree for us to do it, with husband present, or film me from my phone.

I can't do it. It feels bad, it feels wrong, I just can't.

I confess (There is no way I can tell anyone I know about this) that my sexy 19 year old cousin took my virginity approximately 1 year ago. I haven't had the time or desire to tell my story to anyone until recently. I just discovered an incest site. I tried telling my story through that forum but the admins are assholes and didn't let me become a member. So I will just have to do it here then, and with all honesty this story is completely true (not that everyone will believe that but fuck it; I know that it did happen).

ByTheWay: The picture is extremely similar to what my cousin looks like. I don't know where or when this picture was taken but her face and body looks suspiciously like her (maybe her ex took it?) Not going to post an actual picture here because I know how persistent you guys can be, much love though

So this all started back in 2011. I was finishing up my semester of college at a california state university and was being my usual horny and underacheiver self. I'm not bad looking or particularly bad with women, but I am constantly holding myself back when it comes to extending and pursuing relationships with girls whom I talk to on a regular basis (maybe it's my excessive masturbating, but I didn't give a fuck at the time). It was April at the time and I was living with my uncle at his house. He has two daughters that are both beautiful, sexy, petite, perfect skin and many more things I would like to mention but won't. The younger one is 14 and a freshman in high school, and the older one was 18 and turning 19 in a few days. Family was coming over for the weekend but she planned to have a few of her friends over for a little kickback at our house and invited them over for music and drinking games. What started out as a family party became a full on rage fest as we brought out the beer pong and hard alcohol.
After the rager started to die down, family and friends started to leave the house and go home. After a bit of cleaning up, I was feeling pretty buzzed and went to chill on the couch. My uncle said he was tired and going to bed because he did drink alot that night. So it was just me and my cousin awake at night when she suddenly asked me "Do you want to go watch Rio with me in my room?" I said sure and laid down on her bed to watch some animated bird movie with her. After 10 or 20 mins, she started to dose off and I wasn't far behind. I had never really stayed in her bed for that long, let alone sleep with her. So as she started to fall asleep and get comfortable on her bed, I moved the laptop away with the movie still on and started to fall asleep from all the booze I had drunk...
I was never really fully asleep as I tried to get more comfortable. I shifted around trying to find a spot to sleep with the laptop and my cousin in the way, I just said the hell with it and moved closer to her and more comfortable bed space. I was starting to get dirty thoughts with my booze brain and cock head telling what to do, so I took it a step further and laid my hand on her stomach. We were both aware of what was going on but it still continued as I caresses stomach as she laid there sleeping. I wanted more so I slowly inched my way down her body with my hand until I was at the panty line/pants line she had on. I crept my hand under her clothes and continued to massage and caress her soft skin until I reached her pubic region (she was shaved). My heart was beating like crazy and my breathing was hard to keep calm as I realized what I was doing, but didn't fucking care enough to stop. She was letting out slight moans which I could barely hear over the sound of Rio in the background, and the thought of her dad waking up and coming to check what the hell was going on. He slept right down the hall in his bedroom, but sound fucking traveled in this house like acoustics echoes through that hallway. I was nervous about that thought the entire time, but it also made me feel even more taboo and exciting. Anyway, I slipped a finger around her pubes feeling every each of that area until I moved on to the next. Then I flicked my fingers around her pussy just exploring the edges of it and softly brushing my fingers past her clit. I could already tell she was soaking wet, and I felt my cock about to burst. My finger sliped in her pussy quite easliy after that, exploring to my hearts content and her moans got a little louder. First one finger, then two for what seemed like my crowning moment, I was fingering my cousin and she wasn't even saying anything about it!! I fantasized about doing that and many other things for the longest time, and it finally happened. Even though she was getting close to cumming, I stopped after a while because her dad was shuffling around in his bed and sounding like he was waking up. I prayed he wouldnt get up other wise I would have had to haul ass to my room just down the hall from hers. luckly he didnt, so I layed there with her falling asleep, with thoughts of the feeling inside her pussy on my mind (i could feel the cilia on her vag walls for all you biologists out there, shit was fucking sweet!) as I fell asleep beside her...

Let me know if you would like to hear more of my story with my sexy cousin

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

i've never posted fully how my sister and me got started and what all we've done but have been wanting to lately. for the sake of time i'll leave out anything that doesn't have to do with us, with both parents working it gave us a lot of time at home alone with out our parents which led to lots of fun for us. i've talked before about my sister and me but haven't given all the details before now just for plausible deniability but she's 7 yrs younger than me, but who knows might not have all the exact details here either ;) things started when she walked in on me looking at porn when i was __ and asked what i was doing. after trying to claim i was doing nothing and her persistence i explained to her what i was doing and she only wanted to know more.

for whatever reason after she started asking more about things i asked her if she wanted to model some of our moms lingerie for me, with it making her feel like a big girl she loved it and did that for about 15 mins with numerous different items none of which really fit her but that didnt matter. after her little modeling routine became pretty normal we started some mutual touching and me letting her explore some things. this kept up for a few years off and on with her becoming more and more curious and me teaching her new things. whenever she wanted pretty much i'd let her watch porn with me and she started wanting to try the things she'd see. after two years of the usual she wanted to try oral sex to which i gladly agreed and started teaching her how to give and receive which was something she loved. in order for me to convince her to swallow the cum i told her she could kiss me with it and share to prove it was good which is still by far one of the hottest things i've ever done.

over this period of time she had been developing and getting a great set of tits on her which were unbelievably perky and great to play with. about 6 months after this she came to me asking about sex and what it was like. after giving her some sparse details she was wanting to know what it felt like and those kinds of things that aren't the easiest to describe. now why things hadn't gotten to this before i don't know, it definitely wasn't because i didn't want to but most likely because i didn't want to scare her off. i beat around the bush a little bit hinting that maybe she should just try and see for herself how good it feels after the first time. since she wasn't on the pill i put on a condom and went slow and easy to start. once she got used to me being in her i started to go a little quicker which she almost immediately started fucking back and moaning like crazy. that first time we took lots of time and i showed her a few different positions. wanting to feel her without a condom i used the excuse of showing her how it felt when the condom broke and intentionally broke the condom and fucked her for a little bit like that. when i asked her which she liked better with out hesitation answered without the condom.

we continued fucking and fooling around whenever we could when our parents weren't home even sneaking in some fun when they'd take the pet for a walk. i'll never forget the first time we fucked with out parents home. it was christmas eve and our parents had gone to bed upstairs and we stayed up for a little bit downstairs. we got in to the liquor and started feeling good, being drunk and throwing caution out the window i started playing with her which in turn made her slide down on to the floor inviting me down. i got my dick out and started to fuck her with out a condom, luckily i had some sense still and stopped and grabbed a condom and finished fucking her. after that we never really fucked with anyone else home but would sneak in some quick feels and fun.

one weekday during the summer about 6 years after it all had started i came home to find her tanning out on our back deck in her swim suit on a towel, faking the caring big brother card i put some sun block on her and told her she wouldn't want any tan lines and undid her top and rolled her bottoms and tucked them in to a thong for her and went back in. seeing her laying there in essentially just a thong drove me wild. i went back out about 15 mins later and told her she should come in and get some water, at this point she had gotten on the pill without our parents knowing. when she did i came up behind her and slipped my hand in her bikini bottoms that were still in a thong and started fingering her which in turn led to us fucking right there in the kitchen no condom and was the first time i came in her, it was the best feeling ever and i've never felt closer to her.

although there were other times that we fucked these were the times that were most memorable, we continued fucking and fooling around until i moved. we've talked about it since and neither of us have any regrets and wouldn't change a thing we did other than have more fun. feel free to share your similar experiences i love hearing about others.

looking for a specific vid, hoping someone might see this and know where i could find it. It's an amateur couple, he's fucking her from behind and starts putting it in her ass. She says "No, no anal". He persists and she get really into it and starts asking if shes gaping. Cheers

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The next morning went by without anything special happening. It was the third day of skiing. I followed Jolie and Mike as usual. They chose a piste with a low amount of other people going down and did it over and over again. The piste was great, no waiting time at the lift... After the third time going down and up or so, they stopped at the top of lift and had a discussion. I could only hear parts of it, but from what I understood, Mike was bored and wanted to go somewhere else while Jolie wanted to stay. Mike looked pissed when he bolted off. After he was out of sight I went up to Jolie and asked "What was that about?"
She shooked her head and said "I'm having fun here and Mike wants to explore more. His anger will dissipate over the day I'm sure. Lets have some fun shall we?" She smiled and so did I. We went down the piste and got to the lift. Finally I could ride it together with Jolie. When we were alone in the gondola for the first time, I took of my gloves and put my cold fingers into her pants right away. She shrieked, but as I touched her pussy she automatically opened her legs. I just touched her clit lightly, but could already hear her moan. "What are you doing?" she said. "Remember back when we were teens, you told me you loved to be touched with cold hands." I put my index finger between her lips. "And as far as I can tell, you still do." She bit her lip and clawed her hands into my arm, but didnt pull on it. I fingered her till we were near the upper station of the lift, then pulled my now wet fingers out and sucked them clean. "you taste good. Like you always did." She blushed and put her cloths back in place. We then got off the lift.

I could tell she got really horny from that. She went down way faster than usual, when we got to the lift station we waited so we would get a gondola alone again. This time I already had my gloves off and started fingering her immediately. Her pussy was still so tight one finger was totally enough for her. She moaned quietly and started massaging her tits. Still, she didnt get off that time either. She hurried down the piste again. Even though we tried, we couldnt get a gondola alone this time. Too many people were there. It was already around midday. She looked frustrated when we arrived at the top. So I whispered in her ear "There is a forest on the left side of the piste, would you like to try some powder snow?" She looked at me, winked and said "Sure, lets hope we dont get stuck!" Laughing she went down the piste before me. I followed her when she turned into the forest. When we were in 30 ft. or so (10 m) we couldnt see the piste anymore, so she stopped, I did too. She wanted to get out of the skis but I stopped her, got off my snowboard and hugged her from behind. I removed her jacket partly, so I could kiss her neck. My right hand went to her boobs, I felt the sport shirt and the bra, then went under both. She inhaled sharply, but let me do it. My left hand went to her pussy. Her nipples were hard instantly, and it didnt take long for her pussy to get wet. she leaned against me. I kissed her neck and pushed my tongue against it, making sure I wouldnt leave any trails. I felt her hot and heavy breath. Her pussy was a wet hot mess. I finger fucked her with my middle finger for a while, before switching to two fingers. Her moans got louder, and I "shhhhhh"-ed her. After a few seconds I felt her pussy explode. Her body was twitching, she could barely stand on her ski. all her juice went into her underwear. She exhaled with a long "fuuuuuuuck". I put my pussy-juiced fingers against her lips and she started sucking them. When they were clean she said "I hadnt had such a great orgasm in a long time... thank you..." I hugged her tightly.
I helped her back into her jacket, and she helped me get back on my board. We went down to the lift, up all the way and when we stood at the top she said "I dont think I can ski like this any longer. My panties are wet through and through. My legs feel like they cant hold me. I got to get back to the hotel. All thanks to you" she added and winked at me. She called Mike to tell him, then we went down together. Mike said he would keep skiing for a while. We went our separate ways at the valley station, since we couldnt be seen together on the way to the hotel or in the hotel. We would meet again in the sauna.

When I arrived at the hotel, it wasnt Angie greeting me at the reception. I got my key and went to my room only to find Angie sitting there, dressed in a thick pullover and jeans. I was so surprised I almost dropped my ski helmet. I closed the door and she greeted me with "Didnt expect that, huh?" "I certainly did not." I answered truthfully. I stepped out of my clothes, when I was standing in front of Angie in underwear, she stopped me. "let me have a look at you." She signaled me to turn around. I frowned but did as I was asked. She touched my butt and said "I like what I see, do you too?" she added and removed her pullover. No shirt. No bra. I went up to her, touched her tits and kissed her. She said "I want to be dominated again. Take me." With that I pushed her on the bed, stripped her naked while also taking of my underwear. I told her to lay with her head over the edge of the bed, belly upwards. I got down on my knees, my cock was now infront of her mouth. She opened her mouth and I put my dick in it. She started by licking the head, but that wasnt enough for me "Open up." She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. I got a little bit closer and rammed my dick down her throat. She gagged and spit came out of her mouth. I pulled out again. "Can you take it?" She coughed a little and said "Yes. Facefuck me please. I deserve it." I softly put a hand on her throat and started fucking her mouth. At first she was struggling, but soon she found the rhythm and took it like a champ. Tears were running down her face, but I didnt stop. She put her arms around me and made clear that I should go deeper. So I did. I warned her, before I blew my load right into her throat. I pulled out so she could breath. She turned around, coughed a little and took several deep breaths. "Thank you for using me." She said, smiling under her tears. I smiled back. "Now get dressed and get out of here. I got to shower." She obliged and was gone within a minute.

I had to hurry up a little, to get to the sauna on time. When I arrived, Jolie was already in a sauna, with her another man (around his 70s) and a woman (I think it was the woman from before, 35yrs). The woman was laying on one of the top benches and did see any of us. I sat across from Jolie and the other guy sat beside me. When I came in, Jolie was covered in her towel from chest to waist. Since I couldnt tell her in words, I tried to give her hints with my eyes. I wanted her to be naked. She saw my eye movement and understood, but slightly shook her head. I nodded, reassuring her. She then looked at her toes for a good minute. I thought she wouldnt do it, but then unwrapped her beautiful body, crossed her legs and leaned back. I scanned her body, admiring her figure. Her perfectly formed slim arms, slim legs, flat stomach, everything looked perfect. I gave her a look that should tell her "wow you look amazing" and when she caught it she smiled shyly.I kept pointing my eyes at her crotch until she rolled her eyes and opened her legs. Just a little bit, just so that me and the guy besides me could barely see her well shaved pussy. She then repositioned, pushing her waist forward and pushing her shoulders back. It was so erotic I wish I had a picture of that hanging in my bedroom. The other guy couldnt keep his eyes from her as well and I could see is dick rising. Jolie did as well. She didnt like that. She set back into a normal position and stared at him angrily, but he didnt look her in the eyes. After a few seconds Jolie grabbed her towel and left the sauna. The guy got up immediately and followed her. I tried to keep my cover and sat there for a few more min. All the motion made the other woman look up, look at me and smile.
A few minutes later I got out as well, only to find Jolie and the man laying on deck chairs next to each other. When I got back from the shower I went to the deck chair next to Jolie that was free. Her face was turned to me. I saw her roll her eyes and make faces. She was clearly disgusted by the old guy. I nodded slightly. She then smiled at me and moved her bathrobe so that I could see her tits peaking out. I could feel blood rushing to my penis, so I got up, undressed and went into the turkish bath. I sat in the back and faced the door. Few seconds later Jolie joined me, going straight to the back as well. She sat besides me and whispered in my ear "I want you so badly right now". My hand went between her thighs and she moaned quietly. Then the door was opened again. I pulled back my hand quickly and Jolie moved a few feet away from me, only to see the old guy coming towards us and sitting down also just a few feet from us. We looked at each other. That guy was annoying and persistent. No way we could fuck here or now. I waited for a few minutes and left for the showers. When I came out of the showers I met Jolie who was going TO the showers. So I waited outside the spa for her to finish. When she came out she looked angry. And not only because her head was still red. We took the elevator. "You could come to my room. Mike still doesnt expect you back for at least half an hour." Her face turned into a smile "You are right!" she exclaimed. I kissed her briefly. When we arrived at our floor I said: "let me go first. Wait 30 seconds and then come after me." I got out and went to my room, when I turned to the corridor my room was on, I nearly bumped into Mike. I mumbled something like sorry, looked down and went my way. I didnt close the door after me and heard what I expected. Jolie bumped into Mike too. They had a short conversation and then I heard steps coming my way. I closed the door. The steps passed by. I waited for a message but recieved nothing. I think I heard the faint noise of a bed squeaking. Could have been my imagination though. "Well fuck. Not my day." I thought to myself.

End of Part 4 :)

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The next morning went by without anything special happening. It was the third day of skiing. I followed Jolie and Mike as usual. They chose a piste with a low amount of other people going down and did it over and over again. The piste was great, no waiting time at the lift... After the third time going down and up or so, they stopped at the top of lift and had a discussion. I could only hear parts of it, but from what I understood, Mike was bored and wanted to go somewhere else while Jolie wanted to stay. Mike looked pissed when he bolted off. After he was out of sight I went up to Jolie and asked "What was that about?"
She shooked her head and said "I'm having fun here and Mike wants to explore more. His anger will dissipate over the day I'm sure. Lets have some fun shall we?" She smiled and so did I. We went down the piste and got to the lift. Finally I could ride it together with Jolie. When we were alone in the gondola for the first time, I took of my gloves and put my cold fingers into her pants right away. She shrieked, but as I touched her pussy she automatically opened her legs. I just touched her clit lightly, but could already hear her moan. "What are you doing?" she said. "Remember back when we were teens, you told me you loved to be touched with cold hands." I put my index finger between her lips. "And as far as I can tell, you still do." She bit her lip and clawed her hands into my arm, but didnt pull on it. I fingered her till we were near the upper station of the lift, then pulled my now wet fingers out and sucked them clean. "you taste good. Like you always did." She blushed and put her cloths back in place. We then got off the lift.

I could tell she got really horny from that. She went down way faster than usual, when we got to the lift station we waited so we would get a gondola alone again. This time I already had my gloves off and started fingering her immediately. Her pussy was still so tight one finger was totally enough for her. She moaned quietly and started massaging her tits. Still, she didnt get off that time either. She hurried down the piste again. Even though we tried, we couldnt get a gondola alone this time. Too many people were there. It was already around midday. She looked frustrated when we arrived at the top. So I whispered in her ear "There is a forest on the left side of the piste, would you like to try some powder snow?" She looked at me, winked and said "Sure, lets hope we dont get stuck!" Laughing she went down the piste before me. I followed her when she turned into the forest. When we were in 30 ft. or so (10 m) we couldnt see the piste anymore, so she stopped, I did too. She wanted to get out of the skis but I stopped her, got off my snowboard and hugged her from behind. I removed her jacket partly, so I could kiss her neck. My right hand went to her boobs, I felt the sport shirt and the bra, then went under both. She inhaled sharply, but let me do it. My left hand went to her pussy. Her nipples were hard instantly, and it didnt take long for her pussy to get wet. she leaned against me. I kissed her neck and pushed my tongue against it, making sure I wouldnt leave any trails. I felt her hot and heavy breath. Her pussy was a wet hot mess. I finger fucked her with my middle finger for a while, before switching to two fingers. Her moans got louder, and I "shhhhhh"-ed her. After a few seconds I felt her pussy explode. Her body was twitching, she could barely stand on her ski. all her juice went into her underwear. She exhaled with a long "fuuuuuuuck". I put my pussy-juiced fingers against her lips and she started sucking them. When they were clean she said "I hadnt had such a great orgasm in a long time... thank you..." I hugged her tightly.
I helped her back into her jacket, and she helped me get back on my board. We went down to the lift, up all the way and when we stood at the top she said "I dont think I can ski like this any longer. My panties are wet through and through. My legs feel like they cant hold me. I got to get back to the hotel. All thanks to you" she added and winked at me. She called Mike to tell him, then we went down together. Mike said he would keep skiing for a while. We went our separate ways at the valley station, since we couldnt be seen together on the way to the hotel or in the hotel. We would meet again in the sauna.

When I arrived at the hotel, it wasnt Angie greeting me at the reception. I got my key and went to my room only to find Angie sitting there, dressed in a thick pullover and jeans. I was so surprised I almost dropped my ski helmet. I closed the door and she greeted me with "Didnt expect that, huh?" "I certainly did not." I answered truthfully. I stepped out of my clothes, when I was standing in front of Angie in underwear, she stopped me. "let me have a look at you." She signaled me to turn around. I frowned but did as I was asked. She touched my butt and said "I like what I see, do you too?" she added and removed her pullover. No shirt. No bra. I went up to her, touched her tits and kissed her. She said "I want to be dominated again. Take me." With that I pushed her on the bed, stripped her naked while also taking of my underwear. I told her to lay with her head over the edge of the bed, belly upwards. I got down on my knees, my cock was now infront of her mouth. She opened her mouth and I put my dick in it. She started by licking the head, but that wasnt enough for me "Open up." She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. I got a little bit closer and rammed my dick down her throat. She gagged and spit came out of her mouth. I pulled out again. "Can you take it?" She coughed a little and said "Yes. Facefuck me please. I deserve it." I softly put a hand on her throat and started fucking her mouth. At first she was struggling, but soon she found the rhythm and took it like a champ. Tears were running down her face, but I didnt stop. She put her arms around me and made clear that I should go deeper. So I did. I warned her, before I blew my load right into her throat. I pulled out so she could breath. She turned around, coughed a little and took several deep breaths. "Thank you for using me." She said, smiling under her tears. I smiled back. "Now get dressed and get out of here. I got to shower." She obliged and was gone within a minute.

I had to hurry up a little, to get to the sauna on time. When I arrived, Jolie was already in a sauna, with her another man (around his 70s) and a woman (I think it was the woman from before, 35yrs). The woman was laying on one of the top benches and did see any of us. I sat across from Jolie and the other guy sat beside me. When I came in, Jolie was covered in her towel from chest to waist. Since I couldnt tell her in words, I tried to give her hints with my eyes. I wanted her to be naked. She saw my eye movement and understood, but slightly shook her head. I nodded, reassuring her. She then looked at her toes for a good minute. I thought she wouldnt do it, but then unwrapped her beautiful body, crossed her legs and leaned back. I scanned her body, admiring her figure. Her perfectly formed slim arms, slim legs, flat stomach, everything looked perfect. I gave her a look that should tell her "wow you look amazing" and when she caught it she smiled shyly.I kept pointing my eyes at her crotch until she rolled her eyes and opened her legs. Just a little bit, just so that me and the guy besides me could barely see her well shaved pussy. She then repositioned, pushing her waist forward and pushing her shoulders back. It was so erotic I wish I had a picture of that hanging in my bedroom. The other guy couldnt keep his eyes from her as well and I could see is dick rising. Jolie did as well. She didnt like that. She set back into a normal position and stared at him angrily, but he didnt look her in the eyes. After a few seconds Jolie grabbed her towel and left the sauna. The guy got up immediately and followed her. I tried to keep my cover and sat there for a few more min. All the motion made the other woman look up, look at me and smile.
A few minutes later I got out as well, only to find Jolie and the man laying on deck chairs next to each other. When I got back from the shower I went to the deck chair next to Jolie that was free. Her face was turned to me. I saw her roll her eyes and make faces. She was clearly disgusted by the old guy. I nodded slightly. She then smiled at me and moved her bathrobe so that I could see her tits peaking out. I could feel blood rushing to my penis, so I got up, undressed and went into the turkish bath. I sat in the back and faced the door. Few seconds later Jolie joined me, going straight to the back as well. She sat besides me and whispered in my ear "I want you so badly right now". My hand went between her thighs and she moaned quietly. Then the door was opened again. I pulled back my hand quickly and Jolie moved a few feet away from me, only to see the old guy coming towards us and sitting down also just a few feet from us. We looked at each other. That guy was annoying and persistent. No way we could fuck here or now. I waited for a few minutes and left for the showers. When I came out of the showers I met Jolie who was going TO the showers. So I waited outside the spa for her to finish. When she came out she looked angry. And not only because her head was still red. We took the elevator. "You could come to my room. Mike still doesnt expect you back for at least half an hour." Her face turned into a smile "You are right!" she exclaimed. I kissed her briefly. When we arrived at our floor I said: "let me go first. Wait 30 seconds and then come after me." I got out and went to my room, when I turned to the corridor my room was on, I nearly bumped into Mike. I mumbled something like sorry, looked down and went my way. I didnt close the door after me and heard what I expected. Jolie bumped into Mike too. They had a short conversation and then I heard steps coming my way. I closed the door. The steps passed by. I waited for a message but recieved nothing. I think I heard the faint noise of a bed squeaking. Could have been my imagination though. "Well fuck. Not my day." I thought to myself.

End of Part 4 - more coming soon.

I confess that I am a complete panty slut living in persistent denial. It all started 8 months ago when my girlfriend of 4 years left me to go back home - a party school style atmosphere total shitshow of a town. Well I had begun to grow a little submissive to her - not outright, she wasn't interested in my attempts at having her 'fuck me' with small vibrators and dildos - and I was becoming a compulsive masturbater because I had these fantasies of her dominating me in some way. Never direct, never like 'Oh I want to be feminized' or anything like that - but alas.

Well she moved, and we were on good terms - we intended to make it work, and had some pretty good opportunities to hook back up in a new town and make it work. She dropped hints about like, 'You should go out and meet new girls hehe' and I would always think I was being tested and reply with 'Oh you know I'm only interested in you.'

Little did I know her intentions: She went back home and within 2 weeks sleeps with 3 guys - one night it was two in the same evening, slept with a guy she went out with around 9pm - he was too drunk by 1am ( she and I can party pretty hard ) and so she picked up a black guy that had been staring at her all night and he took her home for the night.

I found out about it - kind of a pry, had a feeling sort of thing "what did you do last night" - its not like the first time it's happened, I had slept with about 10 girls during out 4 year run - some of them were for a few months at a time kind of flings, we operated on a don't ask don't tell basis.

She told me about the whole thing - and I said it was fine, as long as she was still only interested in me emotionally - she said of course she was, promised that she loved me etc.

Well, when we had moved away, our side sex lives dried up - as we were living together, it was very hard to get away with the deceit and just keep on loving eachother . So here she was, back in the home town - with a plethora of options, while I was stuck in a very limited option

So this continues - she telling me she loves me while she's fucking other guys, but now she doesn't tell me about it - and I pretend I don't know. One night I am talking to her on the phone and she says she has to go - well I told her I'l call her later to chit chat and she says don't bother I will be at home all night just staying in.

Well I do call later, she doesn't pick up - I insinuate she has gone out, and it rings true - apparently she's at her new boyfriends house and had let him fuck her in the ass (our sacred thing) and that it was over -

This is the same girl on the phone that was flowery and sweet and said she loved me yesterday.

Corrupted, but access - and when the leash gets too long, they lose that delicate center of I can be free today and still be in love with the familiar.

Alas - what this has all created - is a monster. Me.

I am now completely addicted to the idea of being cuckolded - I ride huge black dildos every time I shower - I eat my own cum and pretend I'm doing all of it for her.

I want to be someone's sissy - but I want to be someone's man. I want to be treated with respect, but also in charge of sucking a man's cock and getting pounded like a slut.

I want to find a guy or girl who wants to prod my fantasy along, a mentor of sorts - someone who can motivate me possibly.

I'm a pretty average looking guy, not overweight - I'm not interested in sending you pictures right off the bat or anything, more interested in fielding questions for the time being.

This Halloween my sexy outgoing wife asked me to dress up as  her, a secretary with her skirt and all. She in turn dressed up as a male cop and we went out to a club to celebrate.

I was surprised how good I looked and also how many guys loved my costume. One guy was very persistent in wanting to dance with me. I played it up for him and writhed all over the dance floor, acting like she does once she gets a few drinks in her.

I got tons of applause but was sweating like crazy, so I went to the bathroom. As I walked in I was greeted with sight of my wife on her knees sucking off a huge black cock of some stud dressed as a pirate. She pulled off his cock long enough to tell me to come help. I'd never known my wife to cross the line but she it looked so natural seeing her like this.

He smiled and told me the same thing. I didn't have to be told again before my stocking covered knees hit the floor next to her. 

Persistent site bug.

When you Ignore people their uploads are still showing up under Videos-Most Recent.

Is this really a bug? I hope so because I'm ignoring because I don't want to see content, not so they can't talk to me. I was told WAY, WAY, WAY, back that if you ignore people, their uploads also don't show up. This doesn't seem to be true anymore, which is the last straw for me, or it's bugged.

I confess that I am blackmailing my girlfriend.

We have been dating for about 4 months and at the time the relationship was clearly coming to end as she was always talking about how she wanted to move into her own place again (we are living together) because she wanted to feel independent or something like that but recently I found out she was an illegal immigrant, she speaks very good English and where I live Polish people (she is Polish) are very common so I didn't suspect anything before we started dating.

She is roughly 5'6, has black hair and brown eyes with a perky but firm ass but since she's quite “skinny” her tits are only small c-cups, anyway as I was saying we were dating for 4 months when I found out her 'big' secret. When I found out I didn't really give a fuck because I didn't see how it changed out relationship but then as I was about to say “It's okay Vika, I don't care that you're not 'supposed' to be here, I love you” or whatever.. she got down on her knees and looked up wih her cute little eyes and said “I'll do anything if you please just don't tell anyone” and I immediately saw that I had a golden opportunity.

So I said “Ok.. I won't tell.. but I want you to do some things for me”. Since then on I have been treating her like the illegal immigrant she is and she can't break up with me for obvious reasons, I know I may sound like a complete asshole with an apparent superiority complex but treating someone like shit and them being able to do nothing about it is so... just so good.

Last Thursday for example I did one thing which really annoyed her, I sent her out in the middle of the night naked to turn off the car alarm, which I had rigged to go on, and when she went outside and turned off the alarm I locked the front door, which meant that all the people living on the estate who were woken by the alarm going off saw her naked in the street. After about 10 mins of her trying to get in and calling my name I opened the door and simply said “You got it to turn off then? Well done” in the most patronising voice I could muster and slapped her on the ass and went back to bed knowing that she couldn't get mad at me.

But on Saturday I did something which really made her visibly upset, her friends Gabulja and Inga came over to keep her company while I was going to be playing a monthly 5-a-side tournament with some friends. I came down the stairs and saw her laughing with her friends in the kitchen and I called her over to me and said “I want a quickie before I go out” and she pleaded with me to not have to but I persisted and brought her up to the bedroom which is directly above the kitchen.
I then proceeded to have to have the noisiest sex I have ever had knowing very well that her friends were right below us.

After we were done, I got dressed again and she got hastily dressed with her make-up smudged from where she must have been quietly sobbing and we went back down to kitchen where I said “You have fun now” gave her a little kiss, smacked her on the ass as I was leaving which i'm sure infuriated her even more. I know this won't last long as she will eventually just not care if she gets deported so I'm making the most out of it while I can.

i don�t know how this could have happened , it will probably destroy the friendship with my best friend if it ever comes out.
that girl on the picture is my best friend�s girlfriend he has for 3 years now. me, her and him were playing ps3 at her room because she got that brand new full hd tv.then he went away buying some snacks, said he would be back in 20 minutes. while i was fighting hades in god of war 3, i suddenly flinched because i had an impact on my crotch and pressed pause seeing she was reaching for my penis in my pants.
i smacked her hand away, shouting at her what this is supposed to mean and before i couldn�t finish the sentence she bent over and put my penis in her mouth. i tried pushing her off me but her grab was really tight and she kept sucking me really hard and persistent, i thought already about getting hit over the head with a chair when my friend came back and saw me like that.then
i heard the door lock got nearly a heart attack but i was cumming about the same time. i pulled my penis out of her mouth partially cumming in her mouth but half the load on her couch. then she bent over when my friend came in and made it look to him like she was reaching for her hand bag and i saw how she wiped the cum off with her hand and licked it. i acted like normal, it seems he did not notice and we were lucky....damn this never is allowed to come out.

i am after any naked pics of a friend of mine or videos she will send them but you need to persist with her i have her email and facebook if anyone is interested

i need some help to get pics or vids of someone i know if anyone wants to help i have her email and fb she will get naked for you but you need to persist an sweeten her up

100% True story about my life when I was younger, I want to unload so I can feel better, I'm now a grown Adult btw. Hence the proper spelling and punctuation, unlike many of the fake trolls.

I had many interesting moments while growing up as a kid, I definitely was told I was a handsome and cute boy by almost everyone I knew; which I think was my curse and blessing at the same time because I was molested. But at the same time I didn't feel like a victim, I liked it, and none of it feels like a bad or negative experience.

It all started one day before I went to school, I stupidly stole my step-dad's wallet money and spent it on snacks like reese's etc. from the corner store close to school. I felt like a rockstar passing them out to my friends and everyone else in class, until my dad showed up to my school.

He was so mad he went into my classroom and spanked me in front of all my friends, then dragged me home. He usually isn't this abusive just so everyone knows, he was just really pissed-off that I started stealing; it was just a dumb kid move and I learned my lesson immediately. But the thing was, something must have released his mental libido after spanking me; cause after we got home, he wanted to spank me more. This time it was a much less angry, yet stern �you're still not done getting punished� spank. And this time he wanted to pull down my pants and underwear, and spank me bare.

Keep in mind, we were alone in the house, as I'm an only child, and both my parents worked at the time, but my stepdad obviously left work and took a day off after he found out what I did.

(well, back on track) ..I kinda felt weird and embarrassed when he told me to do that, but he was very persistent, so I finally got to undoing my pants and pulling them down with my underwear, then bent over. He first grabbed my ass in his lap and started groping it, moving my ass cheeks around like if they were fruit, this was a weird feeling, I never had been groped and fondled like that before ever, and the sensation wasn't that unappealing either. Still feeling weird, he then started spanking it, continuously making me twitch in pain, until it was red. I could definitely start to tell he was getting excited, because I felt his cock grow while I was on him; he kept going, watching my reactions as he slapped and groped me. It wasn't long until he was rock-hard. By then my heartbeat was pretty much racing, because this was a completely new experience; watching him get pleasure like this, feeling a fully grown adult for the first time, feeling him get aroused on me. It was a sexual awakening like nothing else..

He then told me to get up. I could see his huge bulge, I could only imagine at the time that he was big. He started looking at my reaction to him; my slight unnerved but curiosity about this entire experience, and his bulge. He then started looking at me strangely, like he was thinking hard, and after a few seconds of watching me look at his member, he started to unzip his pants.

I started feeling really nervous and full of anxiety, as I kept watching him unzip; he pulled out his erect cock, and I remember thinking how it wasn't like anything I ever saw until then. It was of course vaguely familiar, but it was a enormous slightly veiny monster version of what I ever thought it would look like.

He said come closer, and after a few hesitant seconds I complied out of sheer curiosity over it; I remember how he grabbed me by the neck, and gently guided me in, until he had the lips on his head. I remember thinking how it felt so soft, he told me to open up, I felt nervous again, but feeling him in this position, I sort of instinctively felt like doing it anyway, so I trusted him and opened. Then he guided me down. I remember it was a odd smothering feeling, but a good kind of smothering feeling. He started to teach me how to give decent head; and after a few seconds of this, all my anxiety went away, I started enjoying this immensely.

As the minutes passed, he kept teaching me the right way of giving better and better head, and I complied readily, until he started panting and twitching in my mouth, I felt a rush of warm liquid as he kept twitching. But like a good student I kept sucking him off until he finished. As he finished twitching and panting he told me to swallow, I did, and I felt a sour yet kinda milky sweet flavor go down my throat, I gagged slightly, but he then assured me he'd help get me used to it.

Shortly after that, my stepdad let me practice sucking cock on him until I was his �pro�. And one weekend, he surprised me by getting his "friends" he conjured from the net to group around me, and let me suck them all to till they came. I ended up loving doing that for him; it happened more and more as I became popular with his special interest group.

I could go on, but long story short, by then I was looked on in school as that cute boy who might have been �gay�. I was of course picked on because I was a little bit effeminate, and my slightly girlish looks didn't help either.

Then after a while I had an amazing idea, I made friends with all the tough boys by giving out secret blowjobs, in offer for protection, I secretly had the privilege to suck many cocks through grade school, and it wasn't a burden for me; as I very much liked doing that for them. They weren't as big as full grown men, but it was always pleasant to suck them off until they came.

Looking back, I loved those years; I stopped doing this when I reached high school though, and tried to start with a clean slate. I'm bisexual now, if you're wondering, I'm 20.

I completely left that life behind, I still crave to get smothered by some good cock now and then but I just feel better now that I've told some people like a weight's been lifted.

btw, this story wasn't intended to be fapworthy, but to some, I can see how it naturally is.

Thanks if you enjoyed reading my story, I sure enjoyed living it through.

pic related, it's me when I was younger.

Ever since getting molested by my uncle I've had a persisting fantasy of being raped and I secretly pursue those fantasies with my uncle.

My confession is that I hate when black men hittin on me..I'm a white woman, 26 yrs old, blond hair blue eyes, and it seems to happen a lot at work, they have no shame and they can be quite persistant, even haitians hit on me..I hate them! They are repulsive to me!

According to Department of Justice document Criminal Victimization in the United States:

In the United States in 2005, 37,460 White females were sexually assaulted or raped by a black man, while between zero and ten black females were sexually assaulted or raped by a white man.

What this means is that every day in the United States, over one hundred white women are raped or sexually assaulted by a black man.

This is information that you will never see in the anti-White media or discussed in academia, you will receive no warning from the federal government, leaving our White daughters vulnerable to predatory black males.

YOU as a parent and as a concerned WHITE must tell everyone you know about black criminality, blacks who hunt Whites for rape, robbery, murder and mayhem, and the vile msm, academia and government that refuse to report about or, worse, dismiss black crime and brush off White victims.

It is obscene and loathsome. And it will continue, and get worse.

Don�t think I don�t tell these things to my beautiful blonde, blue-eyed 19-year old daughter, and you must too � your daughters, nieces, grandchildren, everyone you love and care about. Spread The Word. Be persistent over accusations of racism and nazism, you are correct, you have the facts on your side, keep hammering, it may take a long time to over come years of brainwashing, but you are correct and it may save your loved ones� lives.

I enjoy these boards, since, here and there, you can run into some interesting confessions. So I thought about sharing mine, it isn't anything special, but it was an awkward episode, in somewhat uninteresting sex life I've had.

In my early 20s, I had this gf, who kept herself for marriage. I was 23, she was 21, and I was very persistent in the idea of breaking this vow.

It didn't go as planned. We would kiss, and grind, and grope each other, and I would get her so turned on, that many times I thought - this is it, she will give in, but no. And this continued for quite some time, five or six months, and I was blue balled every single day. Why did I stay with her? Well, she was so pretty, that the sole fact of being seen in public with such a woman, was a huge self esteem boost for me, I enjoyed the envy I felt from other men - they didn't know I wasn't doing anything.

After said period, she did start to crack a little, but that crack turned into handjob/pussy rubbing, still with her clothes on. It took me some time, but we got to do it naked, and it evolved into giving each other oral.

I was always looking for the next step, since every time we did something new, at first, she was very tight and reserved, but after few times, she would learn to enjoy it, and oh man, enjoy she did.

Towards the end, we got to the stage of dressing up, role playing, face fucking, mutual ass licking, everything but...

I tried to go for it, many, many times, but she would say no every single one of them, and she would even get mad at me.

In the end, she broke up with me, since it became obvious that I am not gonna marry her, at least not yet. She met an older guy, in his 30s, and married him within a year.

I have never been, even close to dating someone that beautiful. I sometimes ask myself, what if...

Hmmm...my post to the Mods about the Oops page issue disappeared, but the problem persists; so either they are going to fix it, or they don't like it when someone tells it like it is!
If the problem is me, man-up, grow a pair and tell me...I'm a big boy; I can take it!
If you know what the problem is, just post an explanation and I'll go back to being quite. ;)

First of all, I'm sorry about the length. Brevity is usually my strength, but I don't think I can hold back here. You don't have to read it; this is just to kind of organize my thoughts a little. Bravo if you actually read all of it though :P.

I've never told anyone everything before, it's all been bits and pieces between anyone who cared enough to ask. Anyway, I remember a time when I was an innocent little boy, oblivious to the world. I'd lie, cheat, steal, fight, sabotage, and occasionally attempted to commit acts of arson (needless to say I wasn't the nicest kid around :D). I wasn't at the top of the pecking order, but I definitely wasn't near the bottom either.

I don't remember how it began, but somehow my life completely collapsed when I was in my early teens (I think). I became severely depressed, so now in addition to my brilliant qualities of lying, cheating, stealing, I was also antisocial and suicidal. I really hated myself. If I wasn't such a coward I probably wouldn't be here still. I persisted until I was 17 or so, when I was just half a year from university. I realized then that I really had a problem, and that I should do something about it. See, all this time I was leading a double life; I tried my best to appear normal in front of the other kids and my parents, but I'd break down when I was alone - and I always wanted to be alone. Depression's a vicious cycle - you wonder why you don't have any real friends, yet you seek loneliness, pushing away anyone who tries to come close.

So I made a rule that if anything that made me depressed, I would think of at least one positive thing that came with it. If I really struggle to think of anything, a simple 'well, it taught me not to do that stupid thing again' would be acceptable too. The focus isn't really on the positive thing itself - the focus is on getting the mind to think positively, about the good things, not the negative ones as you'd be prone to do if you're in a depressed mindset. At this point in time I made a vow to myself that once I was out of the hell I was in that I would help others like me. That thought kept me going along with that difficult process. Surprisingly, by the time I began university I had progressed so much that I was actually feeling happiness again. It took me a further 2 or 3 years to fully get over the depression that had plagued me the past 6 or 7 years - by which time I had a whole new set of problems...

Actually, allow me to go back to my high school days. There was a girl in my class (I won't name names). I can barely remember what she looked like. She kept to herself mostly, sitting there alone on the one side of the classroom. One day an announcement came on while classes had just started. She had done the unthinkable. It's been so long now that I struggle to remember it, but I must remember. She had given me motivation to go on, and besides, someone has to remember her. I owe so much to the girl, even though we've never even had a conversation together. Then again, actions speak louder than words, right? She made me realize that there are others out there ravaged by depression, not just me. During my last 3 years at university (I took 5 years because I switched into psychology late), I came to the conclusion that I should dedicate my life to helping people - not just with depression, but other things as well. I figure I owe my life to the idea that one day I'll make others happy, that I might as well just spend the rest of my life trying to do as much as I can. I owe that lovely girl my life too, I feel like she sacrificed herself to turn me into the person I am today. I still regret so much for not taking time to talk to her. I often wonder what might have happened if I took any one of the dozen chances I've had to be friends with her. Could I have saved her life? Actually that brings me to where I am right now, 23, unemployed, and fresh out of university. I've turned over a new leaf. I try to be nice to everyone, do nothing that would make another living being suffer, and definitely no more dishonesty.

However, I find it extremely difficult to get started in doing what I want to do. I'm still looking for a job to start paying off some of my student loans, even if it's just entry level stuff. I've been looking for a LONG time, and I really don't know what I'm doing wrong. My goal is to eventually receive a master's in social work, then do social work while volunteering on the side. I'd use as much money as I need to live fairly comfortably and give all the rest to charity or individuals in need. I have a few leads for volunteering right now, so I might do that, but the job situation is still a big deal. I hope I can find one fairly soon. As for the social work degree, I don't know if I have the grades to be accepted. I have a B average, so it would be difficult considering it's just the bare minimum for most graduate schools. Furthermore, when I do actually get my degree and get a job, I don't think I'll have time for anything else. Between taking time for work and volunteer, I don't even think I will be able to have a dog, much less a family. It's sad because even though I've always had my doubts about having a family, I always thought I would get a puppy and teach him to be the best dog ever. It's also sad because I do think about what it would like to have kids and raising them to grow up to be Nobel prize winners :D. Because of this, I have been avoiding relationships going past the friend phase, and rejecting any women who were bold enough to say they like me. I always feel bad about that, but they don't have any ideas of what I have planned, and I just want to save them from that fate. Who whould want a man who's never home and gives away all his money? I also haven't told my parents about this yet. How would I tell them? This is worse than telling them I'm gay, because at least then I could still adopt kids and get married and be happy. No, this is going to be terrible for them. Added is the fact that not only am I the only child, but my parents aren't even originally from this country (Canada), so not only would I be cutting our line, I'd undo the fact that my parents came here in the hopes that me and the generations after would be better off. Well, that just might not happen. So, basically it comes down to what should I go for now, my dreams - what I thought I owed my life to, or my own happiness? Either way I'll have to give up a lot. For now I figure if I'll be regretting about something anyway, I might as well do the thing that will bring the most good - making as many people happy as I can.

If anyone's still reading (who knows, there might be one or two of you), I urge you to do something good in the next 24 hours. Give a good friend a gift out of the blue - they'll be happy, and you'll feel good. Maybe donate some money to a charity. If you're going to a bar, buy some random person a drink. And always have hope, even if it seems hopeless. Nothing good ever came out of feeling hopeless. If you're a good and decent person you can accomplish just about anything you want. Thanks for listening to my ramblings :).

I parked my truck at a rest stop today and slept. When I woke up a man approached me and ask me for change. Told him I didn't have any. I did. I had 8 quarters in my pocket. He couldn't take no for an answer and persistently begged for change. At the high point of my frustration I pushed the truck door open as fast as I could hoping that it would impact him violently and brutally in some way. I must have missed his head by a couple of millimeters, and I stumbled to the concrete below under the force of my own weight. When I thought things couldn't get worse the change that I had in my pocket spilled out to the street. This man yelled out all sort of expletives and insults towards me about called me a liar and demanded change. I told him to "just take it". I got up, walked to the corner and crouched to the ground again. I put my face in my hands. Then I thought "hey I have a cellphone". I went on motherless with my cellphone, found a nice video to watch, went behind a bush, fapped and came, and felt much better. I went back into my truck and slept for another hour before I continued my route. Thanks motherless.

Saw this on another website and thought it would be of interest here.

Twitter and Facebook aside, groups of young blacks who violently harass whites and Asians (�flash mobs�) are hardly new. In the 1960s this was called �wilding,� and for over a decade New York City subways (and probably much public transportation elsewhere) became almost unusable thanks to black teenagers who moved from car to car terrorizing hapless white riders.

Nevertheless, today�s flash mobs (for a listing of attacks, see http://violentflashmobs.com/) are disturbing beyond the immediate violence. In the context of contemporary race relations, this growing epidemic of anti-white mayhem was not supposed to happen. Blacks attacking whites because they are white represents an abrogation of a decades-long treaty between whites and blacks. Not a treaty in the formal sense, but an �understanding� that might as well be a legal contract. Let me explain.

The 1960s saw widespread black violence, much of it explicitly anti-white. This ranged from week-long urban riots to individual blacks killing or raping whites opportunistically. Many victims were chosen only because of race. The government�s response was both enhanced policing and, of the utmost relevance, today�s racial spoils system: affirmative action, set asides, massive anti-poverty spending, Justice Department decrees to help blacks get elected, dumbed down civil service standards, easy home mortgages and sundry other �help blacks� programs. You can also add race-driven political correctness: banning �offensive� words (e.g., colored), exaggerating the role of blacks in American history, glowing media portrayals, downplaying black-on-white violent crime, and everything else designed to massage black egos. And for good measure, add hate crime laws, speech codes, and draconian punishment for those who spoke the truth on race. This is the price white America now pays for public safety.

The Treaty�s aim was to stop the underclass from running wild by creating a black middle class who would, it was assumed, keep a lid on things out of economic self-interest. A newly appointed affirmative-action $125,000-a-year black school principal might not boost test scores but he would not encourage pupils to seek economic justice �by any means necessary.� Better to have potential rabble-rousers toiling as corporate vice-p********s for diversity than stirring up the brothers.

Endless failed policies have not undermined the Treaty. In education, for example, Head Start and school meals funding is still growing despite disappointing outcomes. Armies of support staff now fill largely black schools even though academic performance remains unchanged. Clearly, this lavishness can be understood only as a pay-off to sustain racial peace.

The Treaty is sacrosanct across the ideological spectrum, and even admitting its existence is verboten. Nobody dare ask, for example, if all the affirmative action hires or government set-a-sides that guarantee domestic tranquility actually yield economic benefits. No struggling black university student worries that flunking out will endanger affirmative action; a dreadful drop-out rate will only bring more government largess.

Since the 1960s, with scant exceptions, this pay-off has been amazingly successful. Once common �race war� rhetoric (burn baby burn, the fire next time etc.) has virtually vanished. Urban riots have gone from once a week to once a decade. Black militancy has largely reverted to its pre-1960s form of litigation and legislative demands. White mayors no longer walk the streets to keep the peace during the �long hot summer� or plead for Washington money so they can hire community-activist firebrands. Yes, black crime persists, black-run cities like Newark and Detroit sink into Third-World depravity, and whites are sometimes the victims of black crime, but 1960s style anti-white mayhem (and revolutionary oratory) has, at least until very recently, almost vanished.

The key question is whether these flash mobs are the first inklings of a soon-to-be broken Treaty (recall how the �Arab Spring� began with a single, seemingly innocuous incident). It is not inconceivable that America could return to 1960s-style racial upheaval. It is this possibility, not the criminality per se, that makes proliferating flash mobs especially frightening. Aggressive policing in response could prompt a vintage urban riot, and rioting is often contagious. Fiscal cutbacks might end millions of government �make work� jobs for blacks, and many of the slots blacks used to fill are now taken by Hispanic immigrants. Our former $125,000-a-year principal will no longer have an incentive to keep the peace.

Keep in mind that no black under the age of 40 remembers the pre-Treaty days, a world without the lucrative spoils system and ego-enhancing PC. For them, all the keep-the-peace benefits bestowed by a white-dominated government are normal, a justly deserved arrangement with no expiration date.

Can anything be done if matters begin reverting to pre-Treaty days? Probably not much beyond more aggressive policing, a risky tactic that might exacerbate violence. The Treaty cannot be amended to provide even more benefits for blacks. Pressuring American firms to hire more unqualified African Americans or upping the penalties for alleged racial discrimination will just push businesses to North Dakota or Asia. It is hard to imagine America becoming even more PC on race. Admitting more unqualified blacks to colleges would just boost the drop-out rate. And forget about more generous welfare at a time when cities and states already have budget shortfalls. If anything, the tide seems to be turning to renegotiate the Treaty to cut benefits for blacks. State bans on racial preferences�never legislated by elected representatives but forced on them by voters�are a good example of how ordinary people are thinking.

In short, the Treaty may be expiring but the spoils system�even if the benefits are a little leaner�is probably forever.

Mr. Kay is a retired academic finally free to speak his mind.

(Posted on August 5, 2011)

I saw my mom's dog try to mount her when she was watering the flowers in the backyard once when I was home from college. She had on shorts and the dog was sniffing her behind when she was bending over. She'd try to push him away but he was very persistant. It seemed to amuse her. The dog's big, red dick came out and my mom looked at it. Then the dog would try to jump up on her and she would have to push him off. It was obvious what he wanted. He knocked her down one time. She finally had to squirt water on the dog to make him leave her alone. I thought it was hot. I wondered if my mom had ever done anything with the dog before and he was just doing something he had done before.

About 20 years ago I discovered a strip club where the girls were fucking in the private dance room. I went here and was fucking the hottest college girl I could find. I was licking her ass, getting blow jobs, shooting loads on her ... anything I wanted. Even took her to a hotel a few times. She eventually quit stripping and wouldn't answer my calls anymore. Soon the number was shut off.

About 20 years have gone by now. I was in a strip club talking to a "career stripper" who worked the same club at the time. I was actually trying to get away from her but she was persistent. Anyway we were talking about when I used to visit that club and see that girl, she remembered me. She also knew the girl still and knew she had a daughter who is stripping. She told me who she was and told me what club her daughter was working.

Of course I went there. After a few visits I finally found her. The first thing I saw is that she was hotter than her mother was. The next thing I discovered is that she was dirtier. Strip clubs are different than they were 20 years ago. Back then it was a hot girl taking your money. Now it's more about a relationship with the hot girl taking your money. Her mother kind of just let me do what I want and went along with it. This girl is like one of the girls from those college girl first time porn videos. She not only does it but wants me to believe she enjoys it and loves doing it with me.

Funny thing since I met her her parents found out she was a stripper so she had to quit. Now I contact her over the internet so no one can find out. She tells me how mad her mother got with her when she found out she was stripping... but she does't know that her mother was a stripper or was fucking me just like she is.

I confess that i was over at my brother's house this weekend and him, his gf, and i were all getting pretty drunk.
he told her to suck my cock, and she laughed it off at first. He was persistent, and i could tell she wanted to, but wouldn't make the first move, so i walked over to her and pulled it out and put it right i. Her face. She took it right in and was loving my cock. My brother started fucking her from behind as she continued blowing me. He fucked her into orgasm and she managed to keep my cock in ber mouth while she came.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth and layed underneath her and started licking her pussy while my brother continued fucking her. I had my mouth on her clit when he shot his load inside her, and when he pulled out, i could taste his cum. It really surprised me how much it turned me on so i kept eating her and licking his cum out of her pussy.

I confess I wanna know why the fuck do some Moslem people persistently chase after u with their holy book and try to convert u to Islam?

So a couple nights ago I went to a sleazy gay bar. Lots of old pervy white dudes. Figured I would grab a drink, enjoy the young go go dancers and have some fun. One guy comes up to me and without asking rubs my ass. I get defensive and back up, but he persists. He asks if he can buy me a drink. I say, hey free drink, why not. He gets me the drink and we chill on a couch. He seems nice enough but very pushy. Makes attempts at my crotch, rubs my leg, tries to get me to sit on his lap. After a couple more drinks, I start loosening up. Soon he is grabbing my crotch, getting on top of me, I can see his small cock hard in his pants. Constantly filling my cup, he is even more bold. This place doesn't care, too dark and too seedy to give a shit.

I can't complain, he is rubbing my cock and getting me really horny. I've been dating girls my whole life but he seems to have a great touch. Something a girl just wouldn't understand. He asks me if I would come back home with him. I was very drunk at this point so I said, yes, just no sex, I have a girlfriend. He swears that he just wants to hang out. I know that's a dumb move, but I'm horned up and very drunk so I believe anything. He leads me to the subway. Not many people on the platform so he begins his assault on me, this time in the pants. He gets me over to a darker, non populated area and puts his hands down my backside. I feel his fingers searching then finally inserting into my asshole. I let out a moan and he smiles. For some reason I start humping his finger. My dick is rock hard. I have to get on the train with stares as I can't seem to control my cock. He rubs my leg and says it will only be a couple stops.

We get to his place, a high rise in Midtown. When we are on the elevator he unbuttons my pants. I try to push away but before I know it, he has his tongue up my asshole. It feels so good that I can't say stop. The elevator gets to the 10th floor to pick up a passenger, he quickly gets up and has me grab my pants. The girl looks at me oddly because my pants aren't done and I have a huge boner. We get to his floor and he marches me right to his bedroom.

I have no idea what to do. He pulls all my clothes off. Grabs my toes and starts licking and sucking them. Yet again, it feels great so I can't stop him. He spits on his cock and puts my feet on them. He is humping his 4.5" cock on my feet so hard. He then grabs for my cock and starts sucking it. I feel him cupping my balls, caressing the cum from my cock. He is fingering my hole and getting me so turned on I don't even know what to do. He flips me over and starts back on my hole. I let out all kinds of girlish moans and groans. Things I have never heard myself utter in my life. I can't believe this is happening but no way am I going to stop him. Then I feel him push his cock against my hole. I know he doesn't have a condom and I have never been fucked so I try to squirm. He pushes my hands down. Tells me to stop moving or it will hurt more. I say no, I don't want it. Please stop. He is too busy pushing his cock inside my tight hole.

With one big push it finally enters fully. I can feel how hard and turned on he is. He likes when I resist. His chubby body falls on my back, pumping away at my hole. I feel balls slapping at my ass. His sweat on my neck. I feel sick that I am letting this guy use me. I know that he got me wasted to fuck the shit out of me. He feels at my crotch and finds that I am totally hard. Precum dripping out. He says you like that baby? You like daddies dick in your ass? I can only moan as his thrusts become harder.

After what seems like forever, I finally hear his pants become stronger. His sweat is all over me, his tongue licking my neck. He is fucking me like an animal, like a dog with a bitch in heat. He lets me know that he is going to cum. I start trying to yell please don't but he covers my mouth and starts sucking on my neck as I feel the warm liquid inside of me. He keeps pumping it deeper and deeper. Finally he collapses on me, totally spent. I'm very erect and really hope he will turn his attention to my throbbing cock. Instead he grabs my clothes and me, swings me out of the room then tosses me into the hallway. I protest but he slams the door in my face.

I sit in the hallway, totally naked, cum running from my asshole. I don't know what else to do. I'm drunk and horny, so I jack off furiously in the hall and cum on the floor. Afterwards I feel deep regret with what happened but I'm still feeling totally turned on. I put on my clothes and head home.

Ever since then, I can't stop thinking about that night. How I was just a fucktoy for some rich old fat asshole. How he is probably finding another boy just like me to take out his animal lust on. I envy them, someday I will find him and thank him for opening my eyes, and my asshole.

I confess.
This is the truest thing you will ever read.
You may not believe that, but... well,
that's just because you don't remember.... which is understandable, considering...

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two "offspring" since the appropriate word is inappropriate here. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that�s when you met me.

�What� what happened?� You asked. �Where am I?�

�You died,� I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

�There was a� a truck and it was skidding��

�Yup,� I said.

�I� I died?�

�Yup. But don�t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,� I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. �What is this place?� You asked. �Is this the afterlife?�

�More or less,� I said.

�Are you god?� You asked.

�Yup,� I replied. �I�m God.�

�My 'offspring'� my wife,� you said.

�What about them?�

�Will they be all right?�

�That�s what I like to see,� I said. �You just died and your main concern is for your family. That�s good stuff right there.�

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn�t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

�Don�t worry,� I said. �They�ll be fine. Your spawn will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn�t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it�s any consolation, she�ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.�

�Oh,� you said. �So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?�

�Neither,� I said. �You�ll be reincarnated.�

�Ah,� you said. �So the Hindus were right,�

�All religions are right in their own way,� I said. �Walk with me.�

You followed along as we strode through the void. �Where are we going?�

�Nowhere in particular,� I said. �It�s just nice to walk while we talk.�

�So what�s the point, then?� You asked. �When I get reborn, I�ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won�t matter.�

�Not so!� I said. �You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don�t remember them right now.�

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. �Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It�s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it�s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you�ve gained all the experiences it had.

�You�ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven�t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you�d start remembering everything. But there�s no point to doing that between each life.�

�How many times have I been reincarnated, then?�

�Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.� I said. �This time around, you�ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.�

�Wait, what?� You stammered. �You�re sending me back in time?�

�Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.�

�Where you come from?� You said.

�Oh sure,� I explained �I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you�ll want to know what it�s like there, but honestly you wouldn�t understand.�

�Oh,� you said, a bit let down. �But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.�

�Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don�t even know it�s happening.�

�So what�s the point of it all?�

�Seriously?� I asked. �Seriously? You�re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn�t that just a bit cliche?�

�Well it�s a reasonable question,� you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. �The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.�

�You mean mankind? You want us to mature?�

�No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.�

�Just me? What about everyone else?�

�There is no one else,� I said. �In this universe, there�s just you and me.�

You stared blankly at me. �But all the people on earth��

�All you. Different incarnations of you.�

�Wait. I�m everyone!?�

�Now you�re getting it,� I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

�I�m every human being who ever lived?�

�Or who will ever live, yes.�

�I�m Abraham Lincoln?�

�And you�re John Wilkes Booth, too,� I added.

�I�m Hitler?� You said, appalled.

�And you�re the millions he killed.�

�I�m Jesus?�

�And you�re everyone who followed him.�

You fell silent.

�Every time you victimized someone,� I said, �you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you�ve done, you�ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.�

You thought for a long time.

�Why?� You asked me. �Why do all this?�

�Because someday, you will become like me. Because that�s what you are. You�re one of my kind. You�re my 'offspring'.�

�Whoa,� you said, incredulous. �You mean I�m a god?�

�No. Not yet. You�re [an individual at an early stage of development]. You�re still growing. Once you�ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.�

�So the whole universe,� you said, �it�s just��

�An egg.� I answered. �Now it�s time for you to move on to your next life.�

And I sent you on your way.

I have this, kind of a friend, but it was always impossible to see her as just a friend. I have known her for a long time, we are in this, larger group of art oriented enthusiasts, that do these niche gatherings, and visits.

To say that she stood out would be an understatement, tall, slim, long legs, very beautiful. Of course, I tried my best to get something done with her, but she just wasn't interested.

The number of times I jerked off to the thought of her, would be measured in thousands at this point. But, as time moved on, she gained a few extra pounds, still hot, still beautiful, but at the same time, I smelled some success, started dating good looking women, who I would bring to these things, from time to time. When we started approaching 40, I saw a spark of interest, maybe an oversimplified view -- lets say that she wasn't cold to me all together, as she used to be for years.

So, this kind of flirting started, intertwined with sexual allusions. "Tonight's the night", I would jokingly say, and she would ask - what night - "the night you will give in and spend a night with me". That sort of thing.

In a strange way, it was obvious that she wasn't into me, but the whole new me, with hot dates, and new found self esteem, worked like some reverse psychology thing - she liked that I was interested in her, after all these years, while being able to date at such level... I guess, I don't know.

One night, after the art exhibit, from one of our friends in the group, we all went to a bar, to celebrate. After some liquid courage, I was all over her, and she was her usual self, but smiling while I flirted, and flirted back, just a little, so she keeps me interested. I was persistent for her to come to my place, and she was saying no, and at that point I said that I will have sex with her that night, in reality or in fantasy, but at least a blow job would be better than just being by myself.

I usually do not talk like that, but I guess it was the booze. She did come to my place, and oh my God, I was so ready to fuck her, but, after we started kissing in my living room, just as we walked in, she got on her knees, still clothed, and blew me. Got upset that I came on her face, tried to dodge it, but I held her hair and made her take it. She was smiling as soon as she got out of the bathroom.

And that was it. Years have passed since then, and despite all of my efforts, nothing similar never occurred again.

I still jerk off to the memory of that blow job.

i had suspected my wife was sleeping with her boss for a long time, i had many clues and was almost certain, but to make an accusation like that could destroy a marriage if untrue, besides, i kinda got off thinking about her taking some bare cock in her pussy and some guy fucking and cumming in her. anyway, we were very verbal during foreplay and we would tell each other fantasies and stuff. we were very oral, we did oral more than we fucked. one night after a bottle of wine, i asked her to tell me a fantasy she had, but i said, i want to hear about a fantasy you have about someone real. she hesitated and then said, i'll tell you if you promise not to ask me who it is. so, of course i say yes. she is in sales and is away mon thru thurs every week, doing trade shows and stuff and usually travels with her boss. she proceeds to tell me she fantasizes about being in a hotel and after a trade show and some dinner, wine and flirting with 'some guy' they go back to their rooms. he knocks on the adjoining hotel room door and offers her a nightcap, she says shes not sure its a good idea but her persists and she lets him in. he is in his bathrobe and she was getting ready to shower but was still dressed. they sit on the bed and he pours two glasses of wine. they talk and he reaches over to kiss her, she resists but gives in. they make out and he's gently touching her tits an thighs and his robe opens and she sees his cock, her fantasy was to jerk him off. he takes her hand and puts it on his cock, she does not resist and jerks him. he wants her to undress so he can fuck her but she says no and continues to play with his cock. i ask it's size and she says about and inch longer than yours but thicker. so he lies back and she used two hands to jerk him. she does this for about 5 minutes and can feel his legs stiffen and he begins to moan. i ask do you make him cum and she says yes. i say what would you do then and her answer was, 'i ate it, you don't think im gonna waste all that cum, do you?' she didn't say i would eat it, she said i ate it, like it really happened. well a couple of yrs later when she got the guilts and it all came out, she admitted that was the first sexual encounter she had with him and the story was true. i said, the first time you let him cum in you mouth, and she was like, it was blowjob, of course,, I wasn’t going to waste it. she sent him back to his room and the next night, in a black garter belt, stockings and thong, she invited him to her room and let him fuck her. that continued for 4 years.

I have already shared 2 or 3 stories about my girlfriend and I. Some better than others. I guess it's a bit of  journal about the evolution of her flashing and our exhibitionism. 
 Here is another one of our adventures. Not my favorite but a very good experience. 

  My girlfriend and i liked to hang at the local pub at least a couple of nights a week. It was a place that had its regulars, so you knew almost everyone there. Some I considered friends but most were just aquaintances. Drinking buddies. Mostly guys but a few women as well.
Every guy there was always hitting on my girlfriend and some women too. She was always the hottest girl there. At first it used to piss me off but then I realized how much she enjoyed the attention. Other guys drooling over her turned her on. And at the end of the night she would fuck me like a beast.
So I was ok if she flirted a bit. When we went out to the pub she always tried to look hot. She would wear some pretty sexy clothes showing lots of cleavage. Sometimes she would wear a transparent shirt. The guys loved it.
At first nothing happened. The guys would just drool when she was with me. Eventually she got a bit riskier. She would let me grope her big tits in the bar in front of everyone. I even convinced her to quickly flash her tits to me. At first she made sure that only I could see but eventually some of the other guys got a peek of her beautiful tits and nipples.
This one particular evening we walked into the pub and sat down with 2 guys that I consider friends. We were also chatting with the people at the next table. 2 guys and 2 women that we knew. We decided that we would put the tables together so we had a group of 8. We were drinking quite a bit that and my girlfriend was getting frisky.
First she was pulling her top down to show off her fantastic cleavage. As time went on she was getting more frisky and was pulling her top and bra down to give everyone a quick glimpse of her nipples.
After a few drinks we decided that it was time for a couple of shots. Everyone ordered a different kind of shooter. My girlfriend wanted a tequila shot and wanted me to have one with her. But I hate tequila. I didn't want one but my girlfriend ordered it for me anyway. Everyone gets there shots. My girlfriend and I are the only ones drinking tequila so we get prepared. We have our tequila shots and lemon in front of us. And we wet the back of our hand and pour salt on it so we can lick the salt off your hand before pounding the tequila.
That's when I came up with an idea. I told my girlfriend that the only way I'm pounding this tequila shot is if I get to lick the salt from her nipple. Of course she blushed and said no. But I was persistent. I told her we could do it together.
She laughed at my suggestion but finally agreed. I had to take her right breast. She took the left because she could lick that one easier.
No one else at the table knew what we had planned. So as everyone pounds their shooters, we waited until they were done. My girlfriend pulls her top down under her big tits then pulls her tits out of her bra. She then licks her fingers and rubs her nipples to get them wet. I pour the salt on her nipples and say to her let's do it. I lick the salt from her right nipple pound the tequila and suck on the lemon as a chaser. At the same time my girlfriend grabs her left breast lifts it to her face and licks the salt from her nipple, then pounds the tequila shooter and sucks on the lemon. She then very quickly put her boobs back in her bra and shirt. Blushing while she did it.
Everyone at the table was in shock. They all got a good laugh. A couple guys made comments that they wanted to do tequila shots the same way. I told them that they had to convince her. The one guy was bold enough to ask her. She blushed and looked away from everyone.
She sat quiet for a moment then looked at me and said what do you think. I told her I was up for it but it was her decision. To my surprise she went for it. I was unsure if I really wanted her to do it. There was 6 other people with us. Did I want them licking salt from her nipples.
Believe it or not it was harder talking a couple of the guys into doing it then it was her. I'm just thinking how could you say no to licking her hot nipples. Even the 2 women that were with us wanted a shot at it.
Eventually everyone was convinced. We all took turns licking salt from her nipples and drinking tequila shooters. It was fucking hot.
It got her quite aroused. I'm thinking that she was going to fuck me silly when we got home. That's not what happened though.
As the night was winding down she was groping my cock under the table. I told that we should get going. We called a taxi and finished our drinks while we waited.
She was horny that night. So much that as soon as we got in the back seat of the taxi she was grabbing my rock hard cock. I'd pull her hands away but she kept at it. So I just gave in. She started feeling my cock over pants. She then unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and started stroking it. I don't think the taxi driver knew what was going on. His view in the mirror would have been blocked.
But when she went down and started slobbering on my cock he knew what was going on. Sloppiest blowjob she ever gave me. I'm sure she was trying to be as loud as possible to make sure he could hear her slobbering on my cock. I tried to stop her but she wouldn't allow it. She just kept sucking until I exploded in her mouth. And kept sucking some more. Wow. One of the best blowjobs of my life. There may have beennone or two better but those were from her too. The taxi driver never said a word. I thought he would have pulled over and asked us to leave the the van.
   Playing with her boobs in the bar was fun. The blowjob was great. I wasn't too keen on her doing it in front of an old guy driving taxi. 

I confess that I've been fucking a younger girl in secret for the past year and a half. And she's cheating on me.

She's a short girl, 5'0, and somwhere in the range of 100 pounds, and most of that is perky D size breast. Just large enough to deliver the optimal titfuck. And that pussy, by the Gods that honest-to-god delicious shaven cunt. There's nothing better than being 6.5 (it's average!) inches deep in her tight young fuckhole. And I mean *tight*. Like I said, I'm 6.5 inches, and I still bump her cervix. Luckily she digs that.

It started through one of my cousins, who knew her. we all went to a movie together and in the theater, she boldly jumped me and raped my mouth with her tongue. She has told me since that I was the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life, and she couldn't help herself. Honestly, her words, not mine. I think it's because she has some daddy issues, example: she can't get enough of my beard (especially on the insides of her thighs) because it reminds her of her dad's from when she was little. Fucked up shit, man.

Anyways, I fucked her brains out on a mountain under the stars later that night, and ever since we have been persistently fornicating. We usually got to a bench in a grassy place and I'll bend her over and fuck her doggystyle through her thong. She likes to be choked and slapped, too. I bought her a pair of furry handcuffs that we've put to great use several times. We almost never use protection, either. Only when I can talk her into it, she loves going bareback. Loud thing, too. Shamelessly loud. Loves to be fucked like an animal, naked under the stars. It's kind of our motif.

It's not much of a relationship, but I was her first. She was mine, too, but she doesn't know that. We get together, smoke, and screw like crazy. That's the sum of it, to be honest. But I think she fancies me a soul mate, or something alike it. It's mostly due to her youthful naivete, but it is nonetheless extremely apparent that she loves me. And hell, I think I might love her a little too. I haven't cheated on her, except for a one-time sanctioned encounter with another guy (I'm bisexual). But that was at her behest.

You see, earlier in the relationship, I offered her the option of having solely sexual partners outside the two of us. This would honestly be more for her benefit than mine, as I'm fairly busy with work that keeps me by myself the majority of the time. But she refused immediately, and said that she would never feel comfortable being with another guy while she was with me. That made me feel a little warm inside, and bought a large amount of trust.

Anyways, She goes off to an all-day concert tour, and comes back with stories about this cute guy that she spent the whole day with. Initially, I just gave her a little shit for it. Chided her about having a new crush. She just laughed it off. I thought nothing of it. We smoked, made love under the night sky, then she went home. Not end of story.

The next time we meet, she brings her cell phone, and makes a scene of disallowing me to see it. My interest is piqued, and I eventually convince her to let loose whatever it is she was trying to tell me. It turns out that she had made out all day with this guy. She tells me about how he invited her to his car, then simply withdrew his penis, and told her to suck it. To which she complied, wholeheartedly. She shows me text conversations of them discussing how "fucking awsum ur mouth felt on my cawk". He also persistently asked her for a relationship, to which she never answered straightly. She proceeds to tell me that she feels guilty, and that feels what she did was wrong.

So, I don't know what to fucking say. I initially thought I would be okay with this, and i think she thought I would be, also. But now that we arrived at the situation, I am so very NOT okay with it. In fact, the idea of it is driving me a little insane. The worst part is, she's thinking about seeing him again! And I fucking encouraged her! I couldn't go back on my word, not after all the stupid "modern relationship", "sexual liberation" bullshit I gave her.

I figured I'd just fake it until the jealousy passed, but can't take it any longer. Evidently I have some previously unknown issues with jealousy. I need to break up with her and lick my wounds.

She's so amazing.

I'm such a hypocrite.

Fuck. Me.

Has anybody ever been "drunk on cum"?

I was traveling for work a couple years ago and there was a bachelor party at the bar in the hotel I was staying at. Groom was in military and had a couple dozen friends with him.

I go down to the restaurant in the hotel and they're all rowdy at the bar. I guess I caught their eye even though I was just in jeans and a tshirt.

I tried to ignore the couple of guys who came over to talk but they were pretty persistent. One even went so far as to pay my bill.

I finally told them if they all came up to my room I'd blow them but nothing else. Not sure why but I thought that would scare them away.

Ended up on my knees swallowing I don't know how many loads of cum. Couple guys got off on my tits and as a special treat I did let the groom fuck me. He was drunk as hell and it took forever, had to suck him off just to make it all end.

I swallowed so much cum it made me kinda woozy and I just lay on my bed feeling dizzy until I fell asleep.

I could barely talk the next day and just told everyone "travelling bugged my allergies".

Told my husband (was my boyfriend at the time) about it all when I got back even though I was scared he'd break up with me. He just started fucking me harder and sharing me with other guys. I sucked and fucked all 6 of his groomsmen on our wedding night with him cheering me on.

Good times.

Part 2 of my relationship with Danny. After I sucked his cock and let him cum in my mouth he ended up sucking me. I came almost instantly and that was it for that time. We pulled up our pants and walked out of the woods. It was a dream come true for me but he def was not as into it as I was. We made our way home and that night he was staying at my house and I knew I had to have more. We ended up sleeping out in the woods behind my house...I wasn't sure how to approach the issue but I knew I was safe in the fact that since he sucked me he wouldn't tell anyone our secret. We had a little fire and eventually I said "How bout a blowjob" his response was no, we shouldn't do that, it was gay. I was persistent...I knew the last time he was hard by the time I touched him so I knew he could be swayed. I asked him again and kept the "c'mon" no one but us will know...etc. Eventually I touched his thigh and then rubbed him through his pants....basically not taking no for an answer. He didn't push me away or anything so I knew I was making progress. Then I came out with a compromise....he only had to suck me for 1 minute and id suck him till he came. He finally agreed and laid on top of his sleeping bag, I undid his jeans again and tugged them down.....he lifted his ass to help me and I could see already he was hard. This time I pulled his pants all the way down off of 1 of his legs so that he could spread them wide. I touched his smooth cock and slipped my mouth over it....and slowly started to suck him I was not a pro at this by any means but it felt incredible to me. The power i felt giving him this pleasure. I sucked slow again...not wanting it to end soon. I asked him what else I could do for him....he replied lick my balls....which of course I did. They were so soft....i licked and sucked them carefully then id move back to his cock. He became more comfortable each time with what we were doing. He started moving his hips pushing deeper into my mouth and he put his hands on my head without coaxing.I liked his soft pubic hair against my face when he was deep in my mouth. When he would move his hips up id slide my hands under his ass so that I could pull him closer and control his rhythm. I started to stroke him while I sucked him too. I did know I had to work on my technique because he did say "Dont Bite". OMG I was totally in heaven when I was laying between his legs sucking his cock. It felt better for me to have his cock in my mouth than getting a BJ any day of the week. I craved his cock and wanted to make him happy. Id suck harder until Id hear those wonderful words "Right Now" then the first pulse and spasm would fill my mouth with the seed i craved. Id hold still and let him just pulse and twitch in my mouth til he was all done. Then id pull off and unfortunately I gagged and spit this time too BUT I was getting better! After that he sucked me fora minute and then I finished myself off cumming all over my stomach. Then we went to sleep for the night......a part 3 will follow. If any women find this at all exciting please message me!

i confess chael sonnen was on steroids the first time he fought silva and lost. His explanation, a persistent ailment.

(didn't nick diaz get banned for smoking medicinal marijuana)

Oh america/ufc, how i love thee and thy hypocrisy.

Finally did it!! I managed to fuck my wife’s sister. Happened at the end of a family party at the sisters house. Everyone had quite a bit to drink and before leaving had to get my wife’s coat in the spare room but made out I couldn’t find it and asked her sister to help me look for it!

She was wearing tight jeans with a top that had multiple string ties at the back include one that came from the front round her neck. Obvious to see she wasn’t wearing a bra! Looked around and eventually found coat, but before leaving I closed the door and asked her if I could see her tits. She told me to shut up and move away from the door! I persisted and tried teasing her by lightly pulling on the top to try see down the front. She pushed me away and stepped back, as I fell seated on the bed. She gave out a big sigh, and then pulled the neck string over her head, holding her tits at the same time. She said it was just a quick flash and dropped her top!! They were beautiful!

She’s 50yo, but her tits are still great, not saggy at all. Nice pale aerola and hard nipples, with some light freckles. My cock was fucking rock hard!

I asked her if I could touch them but she said no, however she stepped forward slightly and took the chance and grabbed her tits. She gasped in surprise, but didn’t step away, in fact she moved a bit closer. I took a further chance and started kissing and sucking on one. She said no and tried to push me away, but I wasn’t for it. Kept going and her protest stopped and she started to lightly moan as she clasped the back of my head.

I started to rub her pussy through her jeans again gasping in surprise and even jumped with the shock! Still sucking her tits I undid her jeans and pulled them down along with her underwear. Her pussy smelt amazing and she had tiny tuft of red hair above her pussy.

I stood up and pushed her onto the bed on all fours with her ass in the air. I spread her ass and starting licking her pussy and ass hole. She was so wet it was amazing. I got my cock out which was flowing with pre-cum and eased my cock into her ass. It was so fucking tight! She told me to stop because it was too painful - her man doesn’t fuck her ass!! She told me to put it in her pussy, which gladly did - it was so wet and hot! I’ll be honest I didn’t last long - my fantasy had come true after 20 years!! She told me not to cum in her, so pulled out just in time and shot a massive load over her ass and back!

She got a towel from the cupboard and cleaned herself up, got dressed and both went downstairs with my wife’s coat - no one else any wiser!

I confess that I've been adding 18-20yr olds that live near me on facebook in hopes of hooking up with one eventually.

Well my stalking and persistence has finally payed off..