Whiff or taste of Indian pussy anyone? I’ll pass on this one and leave her to you guys

This morning I put out my routine ad on Doublelist looking for any woman who wants her pussy licked (I’m addicted to it..). Sure enough about 2 hours later I got a response from a woman in her late 20s who was absolutely down. She proclaimed that she was very much “juicy” and that she had “a lot” for me to taste. We traded info and she came over about an hour after. She was a caucasion lady, about 5’4 135 lbs. we went into the bedroom and she laid back and lifted up her skirt… wearing no panties, and with her legs crossed revealing the top of her smooth shaven mound and slit. I massaged her smoothness and she relented and opened up her legs for me. She had an “innie”…. Big puffy lips but with one of her labia minora peeking out. It was sexy! I slowly spread her lips open and right away saw how slick and juicy she was. I asked if she was playing with herself this morning and she said yes, for a couple of hours. Which was obvious when I saw all that creamy white residual cum saturating her pink hole… and that tangy hot aroma of horny pussy and that rich bold aftertaste in my mouth to match that aroma. I sucked her up so good and she crammed herself in my mouth, whimpering and telling me how good her clit felt. Her luscious pussy quivered and shook in my mouth and she was good and licked clean by the time she settled back recovered and re-gathered herself. Well now… 9 hours later I still have a faint hint of her aroma on my face. Every now and then I get a whiff of it. Now that I have some time alone I’m going g to work my cock good in my hand and relive every detail in my head of how I made that well-masturbated pussy cum hard in my mouth and how she marked my face with the aroma of her pussy cum

I finally had a taste of my mother in law’s sweet pussy. The heat has been building up for some time. All the flirting, light touching, sexy glares, and teasing advances... I had big hopes for the weekend and decided I would take advantages of any opportunities to make some progress. I can barely handle being in a room with her anymore... I get so hot and excited. Her sexy eyes... Her long beautiful graying hair... her long legs that matches her dangling fingers... so well kept and soft. I can’t help but stare at her lips... her earlobes... I can’t help but breathe in her sweet smell. The desire pushing me forward... l knew I had a couple days with her staying here... I would have to be cautious... but could maneuver my way around the family to spend some time with her. I figured I’ve waited this long... all the massages... hand holding... awkward kisses .... any time is good time spent chipping away at the prize. I made sure to be well stocked in wine, smiles, and compliments. I was very excited to leave work on the day of her arrival. The anticipation of knowing I had a few hours that held a chance of sharing a few moments alone as the kids would be playing and my wife working. I rushed home to lay on my early impressions. Storming in the door with a bit of haste and relief of the work day... we shared a quick hug and kiss in the cheek. I told her to hang tight... I was going to work out and have a quick shower... and then I’d catch up with her... she smiled with content... she always compliments me for taking care of myself and I’m sure it turns her on when I’m pumped up from a good lifting session... so I thought I’d lay that on right away... it was hard not to just sit down with her as we’ve both been messaging back and forth about how excited we are to see each other... but I love when she tells me I’m hot and squeezes my arm... or shoulders... so I gave 200%... cleaned up and made sure my cock was pumped up and displayed for temptation... (my MIL has a hard time keeping he eyes off my bulge... But I’ve also made sure to entice her over the years, letting it hang out the side of my underwear in mornings where we’ve been around each other). Time to open some wine and start the convo... we sat beside each other on the sofa... playing our usual chat with light touching... her grabbing my hand in times of excitement... or grabbing my thigh. The seductive smiles... god I was already so excited... we shared a bottle and my wife can home... we had a nice dinner ... after we sat around the table... my mother in law’s eyes glued on my girth in my pants... which made my hard... which she noticed... this went on for 2 hours... not much on day one... but desire was thick in the air... I never understand how my wife is ok with the apparent awkward moments. We had a fabulous evening. I had to work in the morning... next day, same drill... rush home, pump muscles, pump cock... go hang out with mom... crack a bottle... very nice wine tonight... no work tomorrow... tell myself to take charge, take chances... but be careful... mother in law’s nature is to be in control... and since I’ve learnt that, things have rolled smoothly. So all the same kind of flirting is going on... but as I’m bringing bbq in from outside my mother in law turns around and places her hand right on my cock and squeezes it... my wife standing in the background... my mil says ‘oops, I almost touched his dick!’ She gives me a devilish smile... I can’t believe she pulled a stunt like that in front of her daughter! And of course, I melted. As the frustration as been.. it’s hard to get anywhere with no real alone time... Thursday night was another fabulous night filled with flirting, smiles, occasional soft touching... and the cock squeeze... I went to bed very horny... I had a hard time sleeping... thinking about that woman. I wanted to raid the guest room and Fuck her like a beast. But so impossible without getting caught. I would have to be creative and work within boundaries if anything were to be snuck. I decided an early morning workout beside the room she’s staying in would allow for some opportunity. So I headed down nice and early... I made sure to make some good grueling noises... in hopes that she’d hear. I finished up but couldn’t keep her off my mind... I couldn’t help but pull my cock out and stroke it outside her door... whispering her name ... hoping she might open and catch me being naughty... but she did drink a bit of wine the night before... and didn’t wake until a bit later... although I know she was at least listening at one point as she said it sounded like I was doing quite an intense exercise... my cock was now leaking constantly due to the excitement over the last couple days... I was dying to fuck. At one point threw the morning I headed downstairs to grab some more wine from the cellar. I passed the guest room and noticed my MIL’s panties stacked on top her clothes... Now I’ve done it a few times before... but not in a while... and I couldn’t help myself... I went over... picked them up and sniffed them right on the pussy patch. My god! I ate a lot of pussy growing up... and let me tell you... nothing smells better than this woman’s pussy. It is like a fine tea that you can’t help to keep sniffing to enjoy the many sweet pleasing aromas. I left that room 3 times and had to go back for more... sniffing and licking her cloth... the third time I didn’t hear the steps creep... busted red handed by my mother in law... putting her panties back. I quickly grabbed the pile of clothes... ‘I was doing laundry... Can I wash these clothes for you?’ I asked with an obvious blush to my face. She smiled and winked.. ‘that would be great sweetie!’ I took a gasp an rounded things up... her looking at me with awe. I didn’t know if I fucked up or not... I went upstairs to clear my head. My wife decided to take the kids for nap. Leaving the 2 of us alone. My MIL asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with her while the others slept. Really? Of course! The first bit of the movie we lightly chatted... she picked the movie and it was a tear jerker... by the middle of the movie she was crying... and I placed hand in her back to rub it... she grabbed my other hand and held it... minute by minute we pulled each other tighter. To the point where I had both arms wrapped around her from behind... locked... my chin nudged into her neck... my hands placed on her stomach... rubbing her right above her pants ... squeezing her in my arms... I started moaning a bit... she started moaning more... I placed my lips on her neck... and started kissing... behind her ear along her neck, down her shoulder... my fingers reaching down her pants slowly... longing for her pussy... the smell of her panties lingering in my nostrils... right then she says ‘I know you were jacking off out my door, and I caught you with your face in my panties’ I just smiled and said... ‘what can I say mom, I want you!’ Without hesitation she grabbed my head and pushed me down... YES! I couldn’t wait to taste her. I slid her pants off... and took a noticeable whiff as I came back up... ‘do you like the smell of my panties?’ She asked... ‘I like the smell of your pussy’ I replied. I took one long swipe of her slit and clit with my tongue... ‘Mmm, and it tastes even better!’ Before I knew it my tongue was penetrating in and out of her perfectly pink pussy... I spread her lips and brushed away her bush to lick and suck her clit with conviction... she was dripping on to the chair as I did my best to clean it up to leave to trace... and I just wanted every bit of her in my mouth. She smelt and tasted amazing. I could eat her out all day and night! Sticking my tongue in as deep as I could and sucking hard as I pulled it out... I pulled her pants further down and turned her around, bent her over the chair and started to lick her asshole... starting with light little circles... and then piercing it with the tip... I couldn’t believe this woman’s smell and taste...the kind you just want to take a bite out of... I could tell she enjoyed my rimming... but I could also tell this was a first for her... so I went back to her Pussy... which was now full of her cum... spread all over her bush... gushing like she hadn’t been fucked for years... I was so hard... she now had her hands in my shorts... tugging them down... stroking my cock in her hands... I had pictured this so many times... and now I was feeling her work her fingers on my throbbing cock. She grabbed it with one him first as she grabbed one ass cheek with the other... and opened her mouth... when we could her the door down the hallway open up... I flipped my dick back in my pants and my MIL pulled her leggings up. My wife came down the hall as I turned around and grabbed a drink of water... ‘good nap?’ I asked. ‘Yeah... what time is it?’ She asked. ‘4:30’ her mom replied. ‘What’s that in your face?’ My wife asked me... I could only assume it was her mother’s cum all over my cheeks and chin. ‘I coughed up a bit of water’ I said. At that moment I noticed my MIL’s crotch was soaked in her pants. ‘I’m going for a shower before dinner if that’s ok?’ She said to my wife as she winked at me... we had little time alone again before she left.... but I enjoyed every minute of her visit and loved hearing her tell her daughter numerous times ‘ that was such a good movie and hug... no one’s ever hugged me like that before’...
I was left with mad blue balls. Good thing her daughter fucks and sucks so good... but I can’t wait until we meet up again. And I can’t get that scent off my mind. I love my MIL.

Don't be shy because you like watching girls getting fucked by 5 big cocks. While we were watching porn together her pussy got so wet. When I know she's extra horny I tell her to rub her clit and finger her pussy while I taste that little asshole of hers. My dick got so hard, she starts jacking me off. I stick my dick in her mouth just to get it wet. Her asshole is still wet. I turn her around and tell her to lay on her stomach. I wet my middle finger and put a little in her ass I feel her tense up and she says "Wait" I reach over grab her hair and kiss her neck from behind. She knows what I want. I spit a little on the head of my dick. Got on top of her used my right hand to grab her hip and position/mount her. I again used my right hand to position my head in her ass I feel it, it's so warm, I push a little in she lightly gasps and looks back, stunned, then looks forward again and says go slow. I'm 27 and she just turned 20 I'm sure she hasn't been fucked in the ass yet. She fucks so good and she takes my dick so well when I fuck her hard but now she's shy all of a sudden. I slowly enter, her ass is so tight, it's sexy she starts breathing a little harder, that nervous kinda breathing. By now my dicks in about an inch. I pull out and tell her to get on all fours. I scoot her to the edge of the bed. Wet my dick a little more and squeeze her ass cheeks over the tip of my dick and fuck her ass cheeks and the entrance of that tight little ass. This gets me Rock Hard. Then I start pushing my dick in further she's more relaxed I pushed through that tight boundary(guys that fucked a chick in the ass know). I went in a little deeper and start slowly goin in and out. Her little moans were so sexy. Every time I plunged in she would say "oh...oh.oh..oh yeah" When I fuck her pussy she moans "Ah yeah...yeah.fuck me like that baby...ah.ah." Hearing and feeling the difference while fucking her ass felt so good. I started fucking deeper and harder. She started rubbing her clit. We fucked like that for 5 mins, I almost came. I pulled out, my dick was red from the tightness so was her asshole. I kissed her deep and she gave me a unsure look. I told her to lay on her stomach again. I got on top slowly inched my dick in her ass again. I started fucking that ass so good, so deep. I was giving her long thrusts by now. Almost pulling all the way out then going so deep. Using my weight to thrust on that ass. She's moaning so loud, a lot of "oh..oh..oh.ow..ow..oh yes" I'm about to, I Feel it, I'm gonna cum so Hard. Then yesss. I was deep in her ass then I came. I know it was a lot. I pushed it all out. Every time I tensed up and made my dick hard she would wince. I pulled my dick out slow and a little cum came out then she went to the restroom, I heard her fart in the bowl. Like a wet fart. It was a lot of cum. She cleaned up I cleaned up. We cuddled, watched t.v. and went to sleep. I've fucked chicks in the ass before, so called anal virgins, and it was great too but this was amazing. I know I took that ass. We're not dating just hanging out fucking, smoking, and the occasional drink. She's a co worker. She started at work about three months ago. She would give me rides home, I asked her one time if she got blazed she said yeah I gave her my # and that's where it started. A little flirting here and there. About after a month of that she asked me to pull out some booze for her, some girly stuff(flavored vodka and Smirnoff TB). Oh man, those shots fucked her up. Then for some awesome reason she sat on my lap. We would joke around a lot and I was making her laugh really hard that night. Then she looked at me and said "Your so awesome" and then started kissing me. In my mind I was like "Fuck Yeah" Shes so hot just turned 20 in march. I'm 6ft3 kinda chubby and she's about 5ft2 thin still fit. Nice little booty Nice tits her bra says 32 b nice and perky. So pretty too. We both stood up. She reached up to put her hands up my back, I grab the back of her head firmly. I test the waters by squeezing her ass, It's so tight and firm. She let's me, I start reaching for her tits. I play with them under her bra. I reach down for her pussy and start rubbing where I think her clit is. She lets me. I start unbuttoning her jeans, she goes for mine too. Pulls them down and I kick them off. My dick is so hard, she strokes it off. I think "damn she knows what she wants" I start to pull her pants down then I get a whiff of that pussy, It smells so nice, so nice and clean. Then she turns the light off, fuck, I wanted to see my dick go in that pussy. I lay her down spread her legs, grab a condom from the night stand. Put it on and I start fucking her tight little warm pussy. It feels so good. I take it easy on her but wanting to fuck her hard. Then I feel it I'm about to cum, pull out, cum in the condom. We lay for awhile naked, bullshitting, then we put our clothes back on she says it's time for her to leave. She turns to leave, I grab her and give a kiss. Then she leaves. Who would've known this cute little girl would give her ass to me. We became great friends since that first hook up. I hope better friends now that I Fucked and Cummed in Her tight little ass.

So i have an obsession and a confession. I wanna suck on my exgirlfriends daughters toes. She has the cutest feet and i want to put them in my mouth.  She is 23. One day while she was sleeping i saw her feet on the couch and i wanted to smell her feet so bad that i almost came in my pants. I did  get a chance to take a whiff and i gotta say, it was i orgasmic. I pretended i was looking for something on the floor and i smelled her feet.  I almost wanted to take my dick out and just wack off.  I rather lick your butthole but ill be happy with just her toes. How do i go about it. I know it's wrong but the image is just too intense.  

Have you ever taken care of pets or housesat, but used that time to snoop in their home to inspect sexy panties? I have.

I confess that I have taken advantage of house sitting for my friends and neighbors. I have been asked to take care of pets or to water gardens for people and I always use the majority of time exploring in their homes. More importantly, I go straight to the underwear drawer.

The first time (of a handful more) I did this was at my neighbor's house when I was in middle school. The family went off for a week-long vacation during the summer, and I was left with taking care of their dogs. I'd take care of them, but I'd spend most of the time snooping around their home. I was initially worried about them finding out, but I highly doubted they had cameras in their house (that's not practical) and it was such a thrill knowing I was doing something risky.

The family has 2 daughters and a son, and the thought of finding the daughter's underwear was too enticing. I walked carefully up the stairs, making sure I wasn't leaving any weird marks in the carpet, and made my way into their rooms. My heart was absolutely pounding due to the thrill of it. I was trying to be so careful that I ducked down from the blinds and closed them so that the other neighbors would not see me snooping around. I’d even try my best to make sure that if I moved something out of the way, that I’d move it right back in the same place. It was such a thrill when I opened up that first drawer to see so many panties. I was in middle school jerk-off heaven. I looked at both girls' underwear and even wore some of them. The thought of wearing their underwear without them knowing was such a turn on. I especially liked the mesh/frilly silky underwear.

So here I am, in these girls' room with their panties on my hard dick, just sitting on their bed wanking it off. I forgot to mention, that I did not only look at their clean underwear, but I also went through their dirty underwear and got my first whiff of pussy. I was hooked.

I’d grab a few of the sexiest pieces of underwear from the dirty clothes pile and grab what other sexy underwear was in the drawer. I noticed that the most risqué pieces were always towards the back of the drawer. So, I’d have the underwear from the sister and I’d lie on her bed and I’d smell the dirty underwear since it smelled like pussy and had the fresh, hardened juices. Depending on how turned on it was all making me, I’d also put on some of the thongs, clean or dirty, or I’d rub my dick in the crevice of the dirty underwear, as if I was touching their pussy. (It was the closest I could get to the real thing)

All of that would be in the morning when I fed the dogs, and at night, when I fed the dogs again, I’d be in the other sister’s room. It was such an experience roaming around their house and defiling their underwear. I’d jizz into their fresh panties too knowing it would be dry by the time they came home. I’ve been lucky enough to do this a few times at their house over the years and it never gets old.

I had some dirty thoughts and experiences next-door and the family has no clue. This is how it first began, and from that day on, through high school, I’d always opt at the first chance when I could take care of my friend’s dogs or go back to my neighbor’s house. It just so happened that my good friend had a hot sister and my other friend’s mom has very fine taste in underwear too.

I don’t know why I haven’t done this before, but the next time I have this opportunity, I should take a piece of dirty underwear back home with me so I can rub off with it. I’ve easily had the chances before. Maybe make a collection?

I hope you enjoyed this. I really do take advantage of these situations and have enjoyed motherless for some time now and thought I’d give a shot at a confession and inspire some more people out there. If you have any more suggestions of what I could do, let me know. I’m obviously game for the thrill.

I confess I was chatting with a friend on YIM this morning, and I told him I was going to stop at a local park on the way home and masturbate in my car. He asked where the park was, so I told him where it was, and he jokingly said, he might just show up.

Unfortunately, I had to stay a few minutes late, so I was late getting there. Anyway, as I wound through the park, I noticed a pickup truck parked on the side of the road facing the other direction. I pulled just past him and parked. I scooted the seat back, took down my pants, and started stroking. I kept looking to see if he got out of his truck, but nothing happened. I wanted someone to watch me. so after about 10 minutes, I pulled around the park so I could turn around and pull up next to him, but by the time I got back, he was gone. As I started to drive away, I saw several napkins on the ground, and I wondered...

I got out of my car and picked up a napkin. It was full of cum. The second one had even more cum. The third and fourth napkins were used to wipe his cock clean. I brought the napkins up to my nose and inhaled the scent of another man's cum... it smelled like hot sex. I got back into my car, opened up the napkins so I could look at his cum while I masturbated. I filled my own napkin and left it for someone else. His napkins are still open and are in the trash bag I carry in my car. I want to smell it again right now. I think I am going to run out to my car and take a whiff.

My sister's Saturday morning panties. Total sweetheart and even sweeter pussy. Just a whiff of these today almost made me blast without even jerking off.

So my wife’s best friend and her fiancée are swingers. One night while drinking my buddy and I started talking about their lifestyle and how they perceive sex from love and being with their partners. My wife overheard our conversation and wasn’t very impressed. She is not an extremely sexual person and holds a certain reverence for our sex love, I guess that should honestly be the way it is, but I’m human. I have fantasies and desires. She took it as she wasn’t good enough “ I know you want to fuck Morgan, she’s beautiful. I’m just not into that”. A few weeks pass and the thought of me messing around with her best friend and seeing my wife fool around with her man got me hott, hotter than I had been in a while. Imagining having my rock hard cock sucked by her beautiful best friend while I watch her being pleasured by my buddy. The though sent me into a rage of lust. I wanted it to happen, idk how, idk when but i’ve Got to make this a reality. A few weeks went by and we never spoke about that night, or the fight that ensued between us beaus of our leud conversation. I believe the part she heard was” fuck dude, I’d let you do whatever you wanted to my wife if I got to have Morgan.
Her birthday was last weekend and Morgan and her fiancée came over so we could go out to eat and hang out. We enjoyed a nice meal, and headed back to the house. We didn’t have sitters for the smaller kids so I knew that nothing would ever happen that night. Being best friends and close to the same size, the girls were always borrowing clothes from each other. Morgan was uncomfortable in the outfit she chose to wear to dinner that night and decided to change into some comfy yoga pants and one of my girls’ shirts. Morgan has bigger breasts than my girl, and normally that wouldn’t bother me a bit, but these things are massive. Huge beautiful tits and she always has them pushed up with maximum cleavage showing. Most days you can see the top of her bra sticking over her shirt, she does it on purpose I’m sure of it! She came back out to my shop where we were hanging out and smoking, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The yoga pants highlited every curve of her hips and her ass and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, because with the thin material of the pants I could make out the soft edges of her pissy lips when she turned a certain way in her chair. I couldn’t take it I had to step inside and clear my head or I was going to have a situation to deal with involving a strong erection and a pissed off wife. So I stepped into the house and headed to my bedroom to catch the highlights of the cardinals game I missed that evening. Quickly I noticed a pile of clothes next to my side of the bed, they were Morgan’s. She had stripped down and changed probably admiring herself in the rather large mirror we have on the vanity next to the bed. I picked the pile of clothes up to take them in the laundry room and wash them for her. This was a habit of the girls to change into the others clothes and have them wash them for the next time they were over. First I picked up the silky shirt she had on that night, her erotic smelling perfume lifted off from her shirt and struck my nostrils, my cock went full erect in that moment because I was fantasizing about her. I picked up her jeans and notice she stripped out of her panties with her jeans. This was my shot to get a whiff of how sweet her pussy smelled. Holding her thong to my nose I inhale deeply, waves of excitement and pure lust wash over me. Her sweet cunt juices pressed firmly against my face was the closest I would ever get to her pussy. Unzipping my pants I began stroking my hard cock, it felt like I could cum instantly from the smell of her sweet womanhood. I couldn’t get enough, I was inhaling these panties like they were cocaine and I was Tony Montana, i quickly wrapped her thong around my cock and began stroking it with her lace thong. After a few short strokes I was ready to cum, fuck it they are going to the dirty clothes. I’ll just cum in her panties, the thought of doing it was so hott that I almost don’t get them off of my dick before I started to cum. I filled that thing up with one of the biggest loads I have ever shot, it was incredible, huge orgasm. I quickly balled the thong up and tossed them down inside her jeans and threw them into the dirty clothes and headed back out into the shop. Confused my wife asked me where I had gone and I used the excuse of having to use the restroom. She bought it because well, I’m a man full of fiber and I tend to shit, ALOT. About an hour pass by and they decide it was getting late and they wanted to head home. Not thinking that she would get the clothes till she came back the next visit, I paid it no mind. Until Morgan came out with the wad of her clothes in her arms. I began to slightly panic, omg she is going to find her thong full of my cum, freak out about it and install call my wife and say wtf! She never did, in fact I haven’t heard anything from her about the panties. Part of me hopes she didn’t even look and just threw them
I’m The wash. An even bigger part of me wanted her to find it, I wanted her to know that I find her sexually attractive. Maybe I thought If she knew, because I was unsure if her fiancée told her I was willing to try the lifestyle. I had a pipe dream she would find it get turned on and want to fuck lol. So far nothing of the sort has come about, but I still get to fantasize about her. When we go visit I find myself watching her body imagining what it would be like balls deep in her dumping my seed inside her rich wet pussy. Maybe my wish will
Come true one day, until then I’ll keep imagining!

Waiting for the elevator in the hotel lobby and couldn’t help but get a whiff of the stanky body odor permiating off this slut 

I think it's very natural to be attracted to a scent of a woman and her pheromones. Most of the time you start getting soft during or before sex, a big whiff of the asshole and pussy gets me hard. Nothing worse than a pussy that smells like soap. And no not fishy or anything, but it's nice to taste pussy after out climbing or walking around at work all day. Some girls have told me they noticed throughout life panties missing but they know we're just rolled up in the shorts or finding them shoved in the couch. One girl even saw her d@d call her as halfway on his pocket and shove them back in real quick and look at her and she looked away like she didn't see it.  I tell hoes straight up, after you come, either sit on my face or bend over cuz I want my tongue in your pussy and my nose on your ass hole on a straight up 'SNIFFARI' jackin' off

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

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

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

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

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

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

>Part 2<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

Chasing the golden log! I confess I've become something of a scat connoisseur. Of my own scat, anyway - I don't have any partners with which to try this stuff with. I never thought I'd find scat appealing, but I've always been into kinky shit, and you know how one thing leads to another and boredom and curiosity can get the better of you...

Hopefully there are some people out there who get this (shout out below if you do); there is a particular type of shit that is just "perfect". It's the best for playing with and tasting and makes you way more aroused than "sub-standed" shit. I guess the properties are subjective, but the following are the attributes of the "golden log" for me:

Colour: a perfect medium-brown almost the same as milk chocolate. Ever so slightly darker than that would still be ok, but very dark stuff tends to be dehydrated and hard. I don't get off on little rabbit droppings nor on green or yellowish sloppy stuff.

Texture: Not so soft that it's sloppy or won't keep its shape if you press it into one, not so hard and devoid of moisture that it's separated up into little "rabbit dropping" type balls. The texture should be like fresh play-dough, for the only analogy I can readily think of. This really depends on the amount of water present, so I guess you have to be decently hydrated at the right times during digestion to produce such logs.

Homogeneity: Should be uniform and homogeneous throughout, without bits of corn or nuts or fibrous material from fruits or a smattering of undigested coconut or bits of seaweed from sushi or whatever. I tend to want to spit those bits out when tasting those types of turds and it just seems to take away from the experience.

Smell: If the log has the above attributes, it will generally have the right smell. It's hard to describe to people used to taking one whiff of any shit and thinking it's gross and trying not to smell it again, but if you have allowed yourself to get used to the aromas of various scats and to even enjoy this sensory experience, "earthy" may mean something to you. It's actually this that I think plays the biggest part in the fetish, turns me on the most, when it's just the right smell. It's a rich, dark, earthy smell that actually smells like it's good to eat, although that might just be me. Sometimes I will still smell shit after someone' used a toilet and it smells wrong, like that person must be sick or something, it does not smell good. It makes me wonder how unique this smell might be to me, or if a similar diet would produce a similar smell in others.

"Column" Segment: Your intestines change a scat bolus as it moves through them. Generally, the biggest change is how much water has been absorbed from it. This has been born out by what I've noticed about my scat - that there are 3 distinct sections to a decent-sized log:

1. The head, that exits your anus first, tends to be too dry, as it is the oldest and has been al the way through your intestines and has been the section to let you know you need to shit.

2. The mid-section, or what I call the "goldilocks" section, as it's usually where you find the material that is "just right".

3. The tail, that exits your anus last, which is usually more sloppy than the rest because it's not had the same amount of processing time in the intestine for water to be reclaimed from it, and which tends to smell and taste "acrid" or bitter, which again I assume to be due to that intestinal processing. This bitter shit is almost instantly recognisable to me over other kinds, and when I smell it I don't need to taste it to know it won't taste very nice. Likewise, when I smell that rich, earthy smell, I already know it's going to taste amazing and I'm going to have to try hard not to just eat it up and swallow it (I swallowed some once, without trying to puke it up straight away, and felt quite ill not long after, with my body forcing me to throw it up anyway).

I posted this not long after laying one of these "golden logs" and having a grand time tasting and smelling it while sliding my large dildo up my arse and wanking. I started out by drinking some piss, which itself can vary based on hydration, salt intake, diuretic intake, etc, but I find a bit boring now, compared to chewing on shit. I was trying to tease out the enjoyment, but it was such nice shit I found myself cumming quickly and had to shove it all in my mouth at once as I came. I actually felt like it was a shameful waste to take it out of my mouth and flush it, afterwards, wishing I could wrap it in cling-film and save it for the next session (though I doubt that would turn out well). I also really wanted to swallow it, but as stated, I'm fearful of a repeat of the last time I was brave enough to try that. I hate feeling sick and throwing up.

I'm guessing this is probably the most detailed analysis of one's own faeces in ML confessions, but if you've read this far and found it entertaining, interesting or can relate to any of the above, do let me know :)

Pheromones these buggers will eventually led to my downfall.
Sister in law when she gets hot and sweaty her Pheromones drive me nuts pity only time I got to act on it was once before I married her sister afterwards naadaad.
So why my downfall?? sitting in Inlaws today after BBQ and both Sis in law and Mum in law giving off major scent so I sliped off for a wank had a sneaky peek in Mum in laws dirty laundry for pair of used panties ( sis in law does'nt live there so Mum inlaws would do.
So on my Knees wanking like a trooper when I hear the stairs so only place to go was a walkin Closet made it and no more she had come up for something and when she stopped and sniffed the air thought that was it but she got what she was after and went guess she must have got a whiff of my Cheesy Warhead.
So I scarpered to the Bathroom and finished off and slipped back to the Party nothing said but had a feeling she was giving me a few funny looks lol

I like being watched and risky situations. I may be straight but I don't care who watches me jerk my dick and shoot my hot cum all over myself. I just got done fucking my girlfriend and she's passed out. I am high af on twack, wide awake and still horny. I found a pair of my exes dirty panties the other day and remembered how much I loved the smell and taste of her gash. I am stroking my dick now and I almost came immediately when I put those panties up to my face and caught a good, deep whiff of her tangy little pussy. I can also smell my current gf's pussy juices and her squirt all over my dick and stomach. And when I'm ready to cum I'm gonna sneak out of this bathroom back to my bed and then I'm going to fire my entire steaming hot cum load all over my sleeping gf's naked hot body.

Not gonna lie but I am actually proud of what I am about to admit.

For years I have fancied my mum in law ok starting to show her age a bit now but still a hot piece of cunt natural redhead and a fine body looks after herself non smoker veggie etc.

So for years I have done the usual perv things smelling her used undies etc but finally went a route a lot of you on here will probably judge me for I drugged and raped her

To be fair it is her fault she had asked me to help her move a few things in her house and the wife went shopping with her friend faand ther in law at the pub so we were alone to work away anyway about halfway though helping her we were in the attic and she had went into basically a crawlspace and was backing out and her skirt caught on something I think a bit jutting out of the hotwater tank and pulled it up so for first time ever I got to see her undies in situ so to speak and yes I was very impressed better view than dare I say it my wife .

After she struggled a bit I was amazed she called me for help so up close I could see though her undies she still had a nice full redbush and beautiful pussyflaps and as I was mere inches from her even managed to catch a whiff of her pussy scent .

After helping I slipped to the toilet for a wank but didn't help much rest of the day was a hardship horny as hell and nowhere to stick it I was glad we finished and she said she was tired and was going to lie down after pouring me a drink and having herself a herbal tea to relax herself afyer a hectic day.

Whllst sitting drinking she got up and went upstairs leaving her cup sitting so when the thought crossed my mind to stick a few sleeping tablets in her tea I opened med cupboard found a pack stuck 4 in and not a moment too soon she was back

After a while she said she was away to lie down for a bit then about half an hour later I sneaked up to peek on her and she was out cold and at this point I decided to see if I could get a sneaky peek at her cunt so went over to the bed and after a gentle shake she didn't stir so I pulled the quilt back and joy of joys she was sleeping in his her underwear so after another shake she groaned a bit but didn't wake I really got carried away

So I opened her legs and pulled her undies to the side and enjoyed the view for mere seconds till the inner voice said to touch it so byond a touch I reached over and at first rubbed up and down her flaps tugged her pubes and yet she slept so before I knew I was doing it I had worked my finger in and started to finger her and at this point her body betrayed her and she started to juice up and going with the flow I leaned in and started to lick her the taste the smell were driving me nuts and my cock I could have used to knock down a wall I was dry thrusting the air and it was this point I could have walked away but no chance I took a gamble and went for it

First I tried to make sure she was still out gave her tits a hard squeeze chewed her flaps and bar groaning she remained sleeping and I knew I couldn't deny my cock his entitlement so after moving her to a better postion I at first rubbed my warhead over her flaps and started to rest him against her vagina opening poking in an inch taking out then eventually slid him in as far as I could and yet she still slept but her body still betrayed her seemed to respond pussy muscles clenching and relaxing clenching again and her whole body seemed to rock off its own free will and when I started to pump definity her body worked with it and before I knew it I was ready to cum and as she has been though the menopause I just blew my load in her

So what next well after cumming I flipped her bra up and sucked on her nipples for a while then put her back as she had been and as a finale put my spunky semi hard cock in her mouth then left and went down to watch tv she eventually woke up after my wife came back and showed no signs off anything even thanked me for helping her only sign anything amiss she was surprised how tired she had been lol

anyway thanks for letting me get this off my chest hell letting me boast nothing else to say bar goodbye

I’d say its been 8 or 9 years since the last time I rammed a stick of butter up my ass while jerking off and fingering my asshole. I did it because it felt really good but that’s not the point of this story. I want to tell you of the events proceeding this fateful masturbation.

I’m sitting there watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and around 15 minutes go by and I feel a sticky wetness on my ass cheeks and ballsack. This is when I realized that the butter I had shoved up my asshole had melted and leaked out onto my couch and it had a very distinct putrid stench to it. It had mixed with my shit to create something far worse than shit. It was probably the worst thing I’ve smelt in all my life. It actually smelt many times worse than the time I had stuck a pickle up my asshole and forgot about until the morning after.

While standing there taking in this wonderfully putrid smell I realize that I cannot be the only one to smell this. So I waledk quickly upstairs with my ass cheeks clenched not wanting to spill a drop of my shit butter. I pull out from my sock drawer a heavy woolen sock and unload the contents of my asshole into it. I thought the smell was bad before. I now had the urge to do a barrel roll out my window to escape the horrid odor. I quickly tied the top of the sock and left my house.

As I walked down the street a brownish-yellow liquid slowly dripped from the bottom of the sock. The neighborhood kids became very curious as to what was going on and as they approached they caught a whiff of the putrid smell emanating from the sock. This is when Joanna, my neighbors 13 year old daughter vomited what looked like a freshly eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich all over the street. I nearly came in my pants at that moment. I had the sickest hard on. In fact the only thing keeping me from raping Joanna while she lay in a pool of her own vomit was my sock full of shit butter. I knew I had something to do and I was damn sure going to do it. I kept walking.

I finally made it to my local grocery store. An epic journey it had been. Every asshole in the vicinity could smell the putrid odor but nobody knew where it came from. I can still hear them in my mind. “What the fuck is that smell.” “This smell is so bad I think I am going to kill myself with a hammer” one man said. I even saw a fellow depraved maniac in the corner of my eye. I could tell because he had the same smile that I did. He was laughing with the same glee. I’m sure he’s raped a severely mentally challenged child in his lifetime. I know I have.

That’s when I saw him. The old nigger who sat in front of shoprite saying hello to every asshole strolling by. I fucking hated this man. I couldn’t tell you why. I just hated him. He could smell my shit butter. I could tell because he was gasping for air. I quickly approached him thinking “this will be the greatest day of my life. Nothing could stop me now.” This is when I felt a sudden burst. I realized later that I had shot a load off in my pants right at that moment.

I was arms length from the nigger now. I clenched the sock tight with both hands and swung it at the niggers face with all my might. I hit him in the cheek with such force that the brownish-liquid had sprayed out all over his face. He immediately threw up. I sat back laughing as he washed out his eyes with bottled water. He asked “why?” and I responded by dumping the rest of the socks contents on his head. Truly, I did it for the lulz.

While everybody was distracted I walked into shoprite and quickly shoved as many apples as I could up my ass. It was 4. I left shoprite with the most satisfaction I have ever felt in my life. I remember thinking “wow, I’m such a great person, I get 4 free apples, and I get to go home and jerk off to old.”

When I think back on that day, I can always remember how sweet those apples tasted. Nothing sweeter.

I confess I had quite a night last night. I had been obsessing over an ex girlfriend. Deb (not her real name) and I had a great sexual relationship, but she wanted a monogamous relationship. I didn't. So we parted friends. We used to fuck from time to time but now she has a new boyfriend. She still lets me do her laundry and I'm always pulling out her used panties, creamy from his cum dripping out of her pussy, and used cum towels. I like to spread her towels out on my bed and look at all the cum stains...imagining his ball juice mixing with her cunt juice inside her pussy, and dripping back out. I sniff them, even lick them when I'm jacking off. Then I jack off all over the stain. It's hot.

Last night I rented a nice hotel room and went there to have a nice night alone. I shaved my cock and balls smooth before I went. When I checked in my heart was racing. I got into the room and spread one of her cum towels on the bed, along with various vibrators, jack off sleeves, and lingerie. I have a lot of her lingerie left over from our time together. I laid out the vibrators, lubes and sleeves, then got showered. I put on one of her pink bras, a red garter belt and white stockings, and over it all I put on a hot pink, sheer robe. I was also wearing a pair of her dirty, used panties which I was going to cum all over. I was ready for fun!

I put one of the sex tapes we made on the TV and laid back. I also spread out photos of her naked to my left. I bought her a boob job and it's beautiful. And her pussy is tight and beautiful too. I watched us fucking on screen as I felt the sheer fabric of the nylons rub against my legs. I jacked my cock, then put it in the fleshlight and pumped it for awhile. Then I lubed up a masturbation sleeve and fucked that for awhile. Then I lubed up an anal probe with several beads on it and stuck that in my ass. It tickled my prostate as I jacked. I continued with this while rubbing and licking the cumstains on the towel, and sniffing the crotch panels of her dirty underwear. It was more than I could take. After about an hour I watched on the video as I fucked her wet pussy hard, and shot my load inside her warm cunt. I shot a huge load all over her panties, with the vibrator in my ass going full blast, while sniffing her pussy odors on the panties.

My cock never went soft, so I started in again. This time I put the Fleshlight between the mattress and the box spring of the bed and knelt down. I spread the photos out before me, and the cumstained towel in front of me so I could continue licking the fresh stains of balljuice combined with pussy cum. I put a vibrating bullet far into my asshole and fucked the Fleshlight while watching the rest of the video. I was watching video of my fucking her missionary with both of my hands on her ass cheeks. I was fucking her nice and deep. I was imagining her and her boyfriend fucking missionary in the room I was in, on the bed. I was wishing I could smell their sweat and fuck juices. I took a good whiff of her panties and shot a second powerful load into the Fleshlight as the bullet vibrated my prostate. What a night!

am so curious as to why members of this group of these incestuous desires. It is so taboo and frowned upon and even expressing the desire to do this in some circles will get you hurt.

With all that being said my desire goes back to when I was younger. I was adopted right after my birth. I was raised by a well to do family outside one of the top 3 largest cities in the country. I always referred to them as Mom and Dad, because they raised me, loved me, and did everything good parents would do for their growing boy.

My mom was always an attractive blonde and I would get teased by the other boys at school for having a hot mom. I was popular so it really wasn't bullying but rather just having some fun at my expense. Most of the time I would just brush it off. But then after awhile I started to get this notion that, hmmm, she is rather attractive and I know she and my father still make love, so what's next after that?

I would often eavesdrop on them having sex and try to learn what she liked through the wall behind their bed. I would sometimes rub myself listening but also trying to be ever so quiet as to not get caught. I would then picture myself in the same position as my father and doing to my mother what he was. Apparently mother was crazy about anything oral!

At the same time I would often try to get caught masturbating which was unsuccessful and I would also tear through her underwear drawer and sniff the panties or rub them against my crotch. I would also go into the laundry room and sniff the worn panties in hopes of it being that special time of the month or just a pair used during a workout or when she was being seduced by my father and had an extra fragrance to them.

I would frequently masturbate into her panties or stuff them in my mouth and suck on them while stroking myself. I absolutely loved this and always looked forward to when they went out on the town and came back all hot and bothered. Or after a workout, that would be just pure ecstasy for me.

When I left for college in 2003 I moved about 550 miles away from home. During my freshman year of college I got a phone call from my father saying that my biological mother had contacted them and what I wanted to do about it. I was curious so I requested her info. She and I began communicating and there was an intense bond right from the start. We talked and talked for months and it was never sexual, we exchanged pics and both commented on how attractive the other was to each other.

Finally, the following summer of 2004 I met her. She came to where I was raised to visit some of her family and meet me for the first time. I met her at a nice french restaurant in the city and we hit it off well. We couldnt stop starring at each other and commenting how much we looked alike. I thought it was interesting how much she wanted to talk about my love life and how long Ive been dating girls. I told her that I was seeing someone, and she asked if the girl was prettier than her. I said "Of course not mama, youre gorgeous"... She said "Youre such a good boy making mama feel good".. This kind of made me question what was going on here. There was a sexual undertone to all of this but how strong of one? Is my biological mother flirting with me?

We kept drinking wine and talking, laughing, and yet she kept reverting back to my interest in women. We had finished dinner and decided to have a drink at a bar. I drove both of us to the bar and during which she asked me if I thought people thought we were on a date or they could tell we were mother and son. I said that I would be honored if they thought we were on a date. She said "good" and said that she too would be honored. We got to the bar, more like a lounge actually, and began drinking more. We sat next to each other talking and laughing.

After a couple strong drinks I decided to give her a hug and say thanks for meeting me. As we were embracing, she was rubbing my back and blew on my ear. It felt good and very intentional. I smiled and knew that she could feel it. I whispered "thank you mama". We went back to drinking even though I was rock hard and wants to guide her beautifully manicured hands down my pants to my bulge and have her feel how thankful I really was.

It was time to go back, last call, and she needed a ride to her hotel. We went back to the hotel where she was staying and I asked if I could come up and use the bathroom (how original, I know) and she said yes. We hugged in the elevator the entire time until we reached her floor. I was hard since I was holding her in front of me. I know she could feel it since I was pulsating it on her firm ass. We entered her room and I asked where the bathroom was and she pointed.

I went to the bathroom but never actually went since I was hard and too excited. I came back out and she said come here and give me a hug. So I hugged her and and we held each other tight. We both began rubbing each others backs and then we moved our faces in front of each other's and we looked into each other's eyes as I held my big strong hands around her waist her arms around my shoulders and I went in slowly and kissed her on the mouth and began working my hands up and down her sides.

The kissing became more intense and we were holding each other so tightly that the passion was too much. I began kissing and biting her neck, running my hands over her ass. She was loving it. She was feeling my chest and working her way down to my crotch. She grabbed my crotch and began pulling on my cock through my pants. I was loving it we made our way over to the bed and began making out on the bed.

As we were lying on the bed kissing, our legs wrapped like a pretzel and our bodies held tightly next to each other, I kept thinking that my real mother and I were sharing a bond that only a mom and her son could share. I stroked her jet black hair behind her ears and gave it a little tug to snap her neck back and let her know that her baby boy was going to fuck her like a grown man. I ran my hand down the back of her dress and began fondling her ass that was still tight and fit perfectly into my big hands. She began to breath a little heavier as I worked my way around her torso to her thigh. I was rubbing her thigh, anxiously awaiting to find out what kind of panties mommy was wearing for her baby boy, and had high hopes that they were soaked with mommy's juices.

While the heavy kissing was still going on, I started sliding my hand up mom's dress. I rubbed her ass and to my excitement I could tell she was wearing a black g-string with a little silver locket and pink bow above the ass. I pushed her dress up to reveal her legs and panties. I could see the stain of where her pussy was leaking on her g-string. That's when she began to sit up and look at me and smirk. She pulled her dress back down and reached for my belt. She took off my belt while rubbing my crotch and began to take off my pants. I was wearing black boxer briefs and they made my cock look amazing. I was so excited that mommy was finally touching and stroking the cock she hadn't seen in 20 years.

I couldn't contain my excitement and lied on my back and took off my pants and boxer briefs and pulled off my shirt. There I was exposed. Naked. With a full erection and my mommy, the woman who gave birth to me was on her knees gazing at her son's cock which was throbbing and had a very pronounced vein. She started crawling over and grabbed my cock with her beautifully manicured hands that were adorned with a beautiful ring, and her wrists had a gorgeous classy silver watch and her other was covered in beautiful bracelets. She started stroking my bare cock.

It felt so natural and right in her hand. She was stroking it better than I could ever and she looked so elegant and sophisticated doing it. She then bent over and pushed back to lie on her stomach and that is when she took my head into her mouth. My mom was sucking on my cock and enjoying it. She was stroking and sucking at the same time and also was nice enough to lick on her little man's balls. She was working my shaft, sucking my head, taking all of my cock inside her beautiful mouth. I put my hand on her head and she took my cock as deep as possible till she started to gag. Mother than slide her index finger into asshole and started rubbing and moving it in a circular motion. My dick was so wet, the pre-cum was on her chin, her saliva was running down my cock. That's when I lifted her head by her hair and forced to lie on her back.

I was totally naked. It was time to see what mommy had to show me. She began to lift her dress up over her head and was lying there in a black bra and black g-string. I put my hands on her shoulders and worked my way down. Her tits, her stomach, her thighs, her crotch. I started to pull the g-string off and she arched her back to give me a little help. I had my mothers panties off. I was starring at her bald pussy. It was wet and pink, looked delicious. I bent over and slid a finger inside my mom grabbed her tits and moaned. I started moving closer and finally I was close enough to lick my mom's pussy. I was loving it, I sucked her clit. I bit on her lips. I put my tongue inside her. My own mother was getting wet because her son knew how to eat pussy. All the while I was stroking myself with her g-string in my hand.

She was loving it! Her legs were in the air I was sucking down all her juices, pre cum was dripping onto her g-string, and her twat was getting wetter and wetter. I was buried deep in her cunt and I couldnt stop licking her to save my life. I started to fingerfuck her asshole and pussy at the same time and she kept saying "how does mama taste?" or "how hard is my baby boy's cock right now?". She started begging me to fuck her like the whore she was. She said if she wasn't such a whore I wouldnt be alive today to give mama what she needed.

I stood up, cock in hand, ready to start fucking my mother. I knelt on the bed and rubbed the tip of my cock on her wet pussy. She moaned. She pulled me closer and leaned over her and inserted my cock into her. I couldnt believe it. I was inside mother and it felt it was amazing. I started slowly. Going deep in and pulling almost all the way out. I had her legs spread wide and she kept telling me that nobody knows how to fuck a mother like her son....

I was loving the sight before my eyes. My mother, dark Italian complexion, black hair, brown eyes, and a gorgeous figure and she was taking her son's cock deep into the same canal that gave birth to me over 20 years ago. I was still going slowly. Seeing what she liked and trying to tease her for a bit until I really started to fuck her. I was biting her neck which caused her to dig her french tipped nails into my ass. At that moment I gave her a thrust with my hips and cock. I went deep. So deep that I could feel it get warmer inside of her. We just starred into each others eyes as my cock was sliding in and out and my balls were slapping against her tight asshole.

I pulled out, grabbed her hair and directed her to turn around and submit to her son. I had her just where I wanted her. On all fours facing away from me. I stepped back to admire the view. "What an ass" I thought as she rubbed her clit while on all fours. I proceeded to come up from behind her and start massaging her ass. She was still rubbing her clit, waiting, in anticipation for me to start fucking her again. I moved her hands away from her pussy and buried my face into my mothers asshole. I was licking all the juice that had dripped down from her pussy and trying to get my tongue in her as deep as possible. I bit her ass cheeks and continued giving my mom a rim job. Her hole tasted amazing. It was so clean and tight. She said to me "Baby, give mommy one of those big fingers right here" as she pointed to her pussy. I was happy to do just that and slide a finger into her wet cunt.

I then licked my way down from her asshole to her pussy. My mom's cunt tastes so good, with all the juice pre-cum, and sweat, I couldnt be any happier. My nose was around her asshole and I took the liberty of getting as many whiffs of it as possible. I was buried into her cunt and licking it all over while stroking my cock again. I was ready to fuck my mom doggy style and couldnt have been more excited. She told me to "cut the crap and fuck your mother." I stood up, cock in hand, and began working my way inside her. I grabbed her hips with my big strong hands and began going in and out. Her back looked amazing, her jet black hair going up and down, and her mommy ass kind of jiggling just a little bit each time I went in deep. I looked in the mirror and caught her starring at the site that was going on. She was watching her son, fuck her doggystyle in a hotel room.

She began to push back and make my insertions have more power behind them. I could tell she wanted it hard. I began going harder. Spanking her ass, pulling her hair and thrusting my hips as hard as possible. My hands had left marks on her beautiful ass. She started asking me to "cum in your mommy" and "i want your babies, baby". I was so turned on. I could feel my testicles tighten up as I was reaching a maximum state of arousal. The sweat from my brow began to drip on the small of her back. She was screaming! I was moaning. I couldnt believe the site before my eyes. There she was bent over taking my huge cock in her and begging for her sons cum. My own mother!!

I grabbed her tits from behind... I squeezed and pinched her nipples. I pushed her face into the pillow. I had her asshole looking right at me and her face smothered. She started saying "mmmmmmm" into the pillow. I told her Im about to cum in you. She snapped her head back and said "give mama the cum baby". I couldnt take it anymore I knew within 10 seconds I would be cumming. It started, I was unloading my seed deep into my own mom. She could feel the warm rush of thick young son's cum flow inside of her. She clenched her pussy to make sure none of it got out. I was still pumping. Trying to push the cum in deeper and deeper.

I finally pulled out. Mom and rolled over on her back with her legs open. I could see the deposit I made inside of her and it looked beautiful. I crawled over to where she was and ate her pussy. I sucked out my cum and began to make out with her, while my cum was in my mouth. We swapped it back and forth.

She swallowed.

Want a whiff?

Had an earlier version of this story I wrote in a different post, but decided to re-post here so it didn't get lost in the piles of old threads:

Emily had just turned 14 the day before. Now she found herself bent over a desk at the front of the room in her 8th grade health class. Her shirt was pulled up around her neck, and her small, puffy breasts were hanging over the edge of the desk. Her dress was flipped up and her panties pulled down around her ankles. She was a randomly selected volunteer for that day's experiment: qualitatively and quantitatively assessing the human physiological response to sexual stimuli.

The teacher had his large hand on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and wiping her asshole with a soft, damp sponge. He said to the class, "I need someone to come up here and administer the stimulation. Who wants to volunteer?" All the boys in the class raised their hands, while the girls looked down at their desks or giggled to themselves, keeping their arms down. "I need a female volunteer, that way Chelsea won't feel so self-conscious. Anna, why don't you come up here and help?"

Anna, 13 years old, a small, shy brunette walked to the front of the class and looked down at her shoes. One of the boys yelled, "Haha, Anna's a lesbo!" The teacher retorted, "We'll not have any outbursts in this class. This is an educational experience and we're doing this for the sake of knowledge." He turned to Anna. "Okay, Anna, start off by applying gentle pressure to her anus and see how she responds." Hesitantly, Anna took her finger and ran it over Emily's asshole. Emily's anal muscles spasmed slightly at the feeling, causing Anna to pull away in surprise. The teacher said, "It's, okay, nothing to be frightened of. Everyone, record that reaction in your notes. Anna, put some of this lubricant on your thumb and press on Emily's anus until you're just able to penetrate it."

As Anna took her lubed thumb and pressed, Emily's face flushed with embarrassment. When Anna's thumb finally entered her asshole, her expression changed to one of shock and surprise, quickly inhaling and emitting a small moan. "Very good Anna," said her teacher, "now I want you to take your free fingers and slowly massage Emily's vulva." Emily She closed her eyes in shame, feeling her pussy quickly growing wetter as Anna executed the command.

"Okay," said the teacher, "I want everyone to come up here and get a close look at what's happening." The other students gathered in close. The teacher grabbed one of Emily's breasts and angled it toward the rest of the students. "Notice how her skin is becoming more flush and the tissue in her breasts is swelling slightly as she becomes more aroused? Henry, come over here and get your face in between Emily's legs. Can you see how the same thing is happening to her genitals? Take a good whiff and see if you can smell the secretions her vagina is producing." Henry, a blonde, slight boy of 13 did as he was told. "Yuck! It smells gross!" He quickly pulled his head back from between Emily's legs. The teacher looked at Henry, amused. "It's an acquired taste, but you'll come to appreciate it. Anna, thanks for your help. There is some hand sanitizer on my desk for you to use." Anna pulled her thumb out of Emily's butt, much to Emily's relief.

"Okay," said the teacher, "now that we've conducted some initial qualitative observations, let's collect some quantitative data.” He produced from his desk a device similar in shape to a rabbit vibrator. “What I have here is a vaginal pressure and moisture sensor with an attached clitoral stimulator.” The teacher spread Emily's pussy lips and inserted the device, aligning the outer branch of the device directly next to her clit. He leaned down next to her ear and said in a consoling voice, “It's okay Emily, I know this is probably a little embarrassing, but just try to relax and enjoy yourself so we can gather some good data.” He stood up and addressed the rest of the class. “The device is connected to the laptop on my desk. We'll use that to control the amount of stimulation applied and it will display the Emily's vaginal contractions on a graph, where we have time on the x-axis and intensity of the contraction on the y-axis.”

He clicked on the computer's control screen and turned the clit vibrator up to 10%. The students alternated between watching the flickers of pleasure and embarrassment on Emily's face and the graph showing a slowly increasing moisture level and only small, occasional vaginal contractions. “Okay,” said the teacher, “what's everyone's hypothesis for what will happen to moisture levels and contraction intensity when I increase the stimulation?” In a bored voice, indicating the students' frustration with such an obvious question, they said in unison, “they'll increase...”

The teacher increased the vibration intensity to 50%. The sudden jolt caused Emily to twitch, and after a few seconds, she closed her eyes and began breathing more heavily. “Very good,” said the teacher, “the graph confirms your hypotheses.” Let's see what happens when we introduce an outside impulse stimulus. He leaned over and whispered something to Tony, the 14 year old boy standing next to him. “Everyone watch the graph as I count down. 3, 2, 1, now.” Tony spanked Emily's ass with an open hand, causing her emit a small moan as her body tensed. “Everyone see that big pulse on the contraction part of the graph? That's from Tony's impulse stimulus. Okay, Tony, please increase the stimulation to 100%.”

Tony clicked on the control application and the room filled with the sound of the vibrator buzzing firmly against Emily's clit. Within seconds, her leg began to shake. The convulsions worked their way up her body until she was completely within the throes of an intense, aura inducing orgasm. “Everyone watch: see how strong the vaginal contractions become during orgasm? This is an indication of female pleasure and can also bring intense pleasure to a male partner during intercourse.” Very few students were in fact watching; most of the male students struggled to hide their erections, while the female students watched with glee as the boys fiddled to position their hard-ons in a less conspicuous manner.

“Alright. Thank you, Emily, you've been a wonderful volunteer. You can go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Take the rest of the class period the recover and get your notes from someone else to take home for the homework assignment.” Emily pulled the vaginal sensor out with a small queef, which prompted laughter from the rest of the class. She would have blushed if she could have, but her face was already flush from her recent quaking orgasm. She pulled her shirt back on, flipped her skirt down, and walked as quickly as she could from the room.

“For the rest of you still here, I want to you pair up into teams of two, one boy and one girl in each. We're going to recreate what you just saw with Emily, but this time each boy will assess the vaginal contractions of his female partner using his own handy, built-in pressure sensor. To start off, each boy will need an erection. Please pull down your drawers, gentlemen, and let your partner inspect your state of rigidity. Girls, if your partner is not fully erect, apply gentle oral stimulation until he is. Be gentle though, as some of these guys may be quite sensitive and we don't want to cause a premature ejaculation. If he is, go ahead and give his scrotum a lick, just so he doesn't feel left out.”

All the boys stood next to their desks while the girls kneeled in front of them. Some were hesitant to look when their partner produced his penis, but eventually all the girls worked up the courage to touch the mostly hairless cocks in front of them. Most of the boys were still sporting boners that are the product of youth, though a few had lost them out of shy nervousness. The teacher walked around to confirm that each girl was applying proper suction to her partner's penis or was licking his balls until they were ready to move on. “Everyone, raise your hand if your team is ready to move on to the next part of the activity. Okay, it looks like we can go ahead.”

Standing at the front of the room, the teacher said, “Girls, I want to you bend over your desk like you saw Emily doing earlier. Please either pull down your pants or pull your skirts up and remove your panties so your partner has clear access to your vagina. Also, please raise your hand if you've had your first period already.” About two thirds of the girls raised their hands. The teacher went around and handed condoms to their male partners. “The school is short on funding, as always, so only the boys who are with girls at risk of getting pregnant are going to use condoms today.”

“Boys, with the help of your partner, I want you to penetrate your partner's vagina. Do NOT thrust once you get inside. I know you want to, but if you do, I'm sure a good number of you won't last long and you'll miss the point of this experiment—we want you to be able to properly feel the vaginal spasms of the female orgasm when it comes.” The boys awkwardly attempted to enter the girls in front of them, some having an easier time than others, but all eventually finding their way in.

“Girls, once you have your teammate's penis fully inside you, start rubbing yourself however you like in a way that will allow you to achieve orgasm. If you're having difficulty, let me know and I'll do what I can to help.” The group of girls, ranging from 12 to 14 years old, now fully accommodating a range of small, solid penises inside them, reached between their legs and began frigging themselves. Some of the more adventurous girls occasionally groped their partners' smooth balls, while all the boys tried their very best to keep fight the urge to grind against the girl in front of them.

Eventually some of the girls began to moan, and could feel themselves approaching their goal. Stephanie was the first to find herself falling into an orgasm, and as she did, her 13 year old pussy muscles clamped furiously around her partner's cock. Tim had been thinking about baseball and dead penguins when he was jerked back to reality as he was milked hard and fast by Stephanie's pulsing pussy. It was too much for him and he felt a sudden tightness and then a wave of pleasure as he ejaculated deep inside her.

This scene repeated itself again and again until only one team was left, a 12 year old girl and her 13 year old partner. Aimee called the teacher over and explained to him that she'd never orgasmed before and wasn't exactly sure how. “It's okay, not a problem. Let me see if I can help you.” The teacher positioned himself under the pair of students. He had also noticed that her partner, Henry, the boy who had been less than thrilled with the smell of pussy, had begun to lose his erection, so he alternated between licking Aimee's clit and tonguing the crease of Henry's balls and the bit of his shaft not completely burried in the young girl's twat. As Henry's erection returned, the teacher focused his entire attention on Aimee's tiny clit and firm, peach fuzz-covered labia, holding her skinny thighs to give himself leverage. The girl squirmed slightly, but eventually found a spot she liked and pressed back against her teacher's probing tongue. Soon enough, she too began to quake and gasped suddenly as her insides began pulsing around Henry's cock. She could feel Henry's cum fill her up while her teacher gradually lessened his attack. She collapsed on her desk and let out a quiet sigh.

The teacher returned to the front of the room and looked out at the boys leaned over their young female partners, hips tightly against their firm asses covered with tiny goose bumps as their cocks wilted and slowly fell out of the tiny, dripping pussies. “Good job all. Class dismissed.”

Looking for like minded people who have either perved their own mom and been sniffing their moms panties. You need to have pics of your mom and will willing to share candids , pics of their panties etc .. enjoy telling fun facts and all. If you want to reach me pm me your toe and ill get in contact with you.
Ps . Mines a fat mouthy latina with a huge ass!! :) and i just went in her room and took her big roomy panties! Any one want a whiff? ;)

Dear diary, I finally licked my cum off of my hand last week. I've wanted to for a long time but always got grossed out when if finally came time. It almost seemed to be the case last week when I was jacking off. I told myself "this time I'm going to finally do it" but apparently I was wrong because just as I was getting close I got grossed out again and reached for a dirty shirt near me. Damn, I failed again. In defeat, I threw the shirt in the dirty hamper and went into the bathroom to clean the leftover cum off my hands. I sat in my chair and was about to play a game when something came over me. I became obsessed. Possessed by my own lust. I quickly went to the hamper hoping there were still a couple globs left to lick off but alas the shirt had absorbed it all. It still smelled strongly of cum though so I gave it a few good whiffs making this cum hungry monster inside me even more ravenous. I relished the smell as my cock became rock hard once more. I soon sat down at my desk and went to town on myself. Stroking my dick ever faster with a passion I haven't witnessed in myself since I could suck my own dick. I can feel myself getting closer. My mouth was watering for what I knew was cumming (pun intended). I groaned silently, bucking my hips as I unloaded into my hand. The moment of truth. Was I going to puss out again? Was I really doing this? I dipped my tongue to my hand and brought it back savoring the taste. Oh yeah. I was definitely doing this. I began to lick it off like it was the only thing I ate in weeks. It was a wonderful moment and I hope to experience it again. Thank you for reading.

A story I wrote. Tell me if you want more:

Candice had just turned 14 the day before. Now she found herself bent over a desk at the front of the room in her 8th grade health class. Her shirt was pulled up around her neck, and her small, puffy breasts were hanging over the edge of the desk. Her dress was flipped up and her panties pulled down around her ankles. She was a randomly selected volunteer for that day's experiment: qualitatively assessing the human physiological response to sexual stimuli.

The teacher had his large hand on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and wiping her asshole with a soft, damp sponge. He said to the class, "I need someone to come up here and administer the stimulation. Who wants to volunteer?" All the boys in the class raised their hands, while the girls looked down at their desks or giggled to themselves, keeping their arms down. "I need a female volunteer, that way Chelsea won't feel so self-conscious. Anna, why don't you come up here and help?"

Anna, 13 years old, a small, shy brunette walked to the front of the class and looked down at her shoes. One of the boys yelled, "Haha, Anna's a lesbo!" The teacher retorted, "We'll not have any outbursts in this class. This is an educational experience and we're doing this for the sake of knowledge." He turned to Anna. "Okay, Anna, start off by applying gentle pressure to her anus and see how she responds." Hesitantly, Anna took her finger and ran it over Candice's asshole. Candice's anal muscles spasmed slightly at the feeling, causing Anna to pull away in surprise. The teacher said, "It's, okay, nothing to be frightened of. Everyone, record that reaction in your notes. Anna, put some of this lubricant on your thumb and press on Candice's anus until you're just able to penetrate it."

As Anna took her lubed thumb and pressed, Candice's face flushed with embarrassment. When Anna's thumb finally entered her asshole, her expression changed to one of shock and surprise, quickly inhaling and emitting a small moan. "Very good Anna," said her teacher, "now I want you to take your free fingers and slowly massage Candice's vulva." Candice She closed her eyes in shame, feeling her pussy quickly growing wetter as Anna executed the command.

"Okay," said the teacher, "I want everyone to come up here and get a close look at what's happening." The other students gathered in close. The teacher grabbed one of Candice's breasts and angled it toward the rest of the students. "Notice how her skin is becoming more flush and the tissue in her breasts is swelling slightly as she becomes more aroused? Henry, come over here and get your face in between Candice's legs. Can you see how the same thing is happening to her genitals? Take a good whiff and see if you can smell the secretions her vagina is producing." Henry, a blonde, slight boy of 13 did as he was told. "Yuck! It smells gross!" He quickly pulled his head back from between Candice's legs. The teacher looked at Henry, amused. "It's an acquired taste, but you'll come to appreciate it. Anna, thanks for your help. There is some hand sanitizer on my desk for you to use." Anna pulled her thumb out of Candice's butt, much to Candice's relief.

"Okay," said the teacher, "it's time to observe the next level of stimulation." He unzipped his pants and produced his thick, swollen cock. Candice looked at it, horrified. What was coming next? The teacher came around behind her and slowly guided himself into her pussy. Just as Candice was adjusting to the new situation, the teacher grabbed her hair and violently pulled her head back. "Okay, fucking slutty tease, this is what you get for trying so hard to boost your grades by sucking up." He began pounding Candice's pussy hard while tears welled in her eyes. "You're just a fucking piece of shit who just wants to get boned. Now you're getting what you wanted!" Amidst the rapid thrusting, the teacher's cock slipped out and was redirected into Candice's asshole with tremendous force. Candice screamed and began wailing.

I believe that a large part of our sexuality comes from our parents. Their attitudes and behaviors have a huge impact on our sexual development. My own sexuality was very much influenced by my mother's casual attitude towards it. Mom was 21 when I was born. Not an uncommon age for a woman to bear her first child. Her second, my brother, came along 2 years later. While growing up I didn't really see her in a sexual way even when I was old enough to see other women and girls like that. I don't believe she ever saw her children that way either. Not many mothers would. My brother, on the other hand, would confess to me eventually that he always lusted after her. His obsession with her led to his encouraging me to dress in her clothes when we had sex together but that's a completely different story.
Mom tended to show a remarkable lack of judgement and decorum. She was naturally lazy and would habitually lounge about in her nightgown for most of the day, bra-less underneath and often even panty-less as well. She would only get dressed if she went out shopping or visiting with the other neighborhood moms for coffee. Otherwise she stayed like that until just before my father got home from work. We were used to her parading about with her 38D breasts and rather large ass straining against the silky fabric of her nighties. (These same nighties my brother would later insist upon me wearing but, as I said before, that's for another story.) But even then I didn't really view her sexually. But soon an incident was to take place that would leave me with a far more lasting memory than a few glimpses of tit and ass covered by tight silk.
Our house was a bit small so there were times when relatives came to visit that sleeping accommodations could get a bit unusual. Although my brother and I had our own rooms we each slept in twin beds. When my grandparents came to visit my parents would give up their bedroom to them and each of then would bunk with one of us. My dad would sleep with my brother and my mom with me. Normally this never resulted in anything unusual but one night that all changed. I was probably a bit too old for mom to still be sharing a bed with me but, as I said before, she seemed to have a penchant for exhibiting poor judgement. My brother and I had gone to bed at our usual time and it was several hours later when mom finally crawled in bed with me. Everything went as usual until I woke up several hours later to find myself in a peculiar predicament. Sometime during the night I had apparently rolled over facing her and discovered that my face was firmly planted between my mom's large breasts. Not only that but her left one seemed to have work its way out of her nightie. Her bare tit was resting on top of my face with the nipple a mere inch from my mouth. As I breathed on it it began to get harder and longer until it was nearly touching my lips. Suddenly she stretched and moved a bit her nipple bumped right up against my lips. Then she moved again and this time it stayed pressed up against them. When it happened a third time I was sure it was no accident. In response I parted my lips and her nipple slipped smoothly between them. As my lips closed around it I instinctively began to suck. As she moaned lightly in response I could tell my instincts were correct. I sucked a little harder and her moaning increased. This was clearly what she wanted. As I continued sucking she moved her left hand up behind my head and gently pushed it forward forcing more of her tit into my mouth. Next she moved her right hand behind my thigh pulling my leg toward her until mt knee was firmly planted in her crotch. She then began moving her hips, grinding her pussy against my knee I could feel my pajama bottoms getting wet with her pussy juice. In response I moved my own hand up first to her hip then behind her grabbing hold of her ample ass. I pulled her even closer towards me driving my knee tighter against her soaking wet cunt. She ground against me more forcefully and her breathing began to get heavier. Finally she let out a long, deep moan. he body shook uncontrollably for several seconds then seemed to go completely limp. All the while I had continued sucking on her nipple, even increasing in intensity to keep up with her. As she relaxed I resume sucking at a more moderate pace. She cooed with pleasure then slowly began moving her hand from the back of my thigh towards by front. It came to rest on my crotch which she began to rub slowly. My little cock, which was already stiff grew even harder in response. She began to fish around the opening in my pajama bottoms and pulled my rock hard cock out through the hole. She teased it with her fingertips running them lightly up and down from the head to the balls. Now it was my turn to moan. She took a bit of her silk nightie and draped it over my cock. Then she wrapped her fingers around it and began to move it back and forth. As my moaning got louder and deeper she strengthened her grip and jerked my cock harder inside its silk cocoon. Suddenly it felt like my cock exploded. A huge wave of pleasure bordering on pain washed over me. My cock began to jerk and spewed out some kind of liquid that soaked into the silky fabric with a pleasantly warm sensation. Each time my cock jerked another pleasure wave hit, each diminishing until finally the last one was barely noticeable. Only once the jerking subsided did mom relax her grip in my cock. I still had her tit held firmly in my mouth but had stopped sucking on it. She pulled my head gently back and laid it on the pillow. I was now gasping for breath. As I recover I noticed her bring her hand up from my crotch to in front of her face. It was glistening with wetness, presumably the cum that had shot out of my cock. She brought it to her nose and sniffed at it. I caught a whiff of it myself but while it seemed to please he I found it revolting. Satisfied with the aroma she proceeded to lick it off her hand until it was perfectly clean. The she trust her hand back down and returned with it again covered and licked it clean a second time. By this time I had begun to recover and was now breathing somewhat normally. Mom turned her attention finally to me. She smiled sweetly at me and I responded back with my own. She pulled my head down onto her naked breast and stroked my hair gently. Soon I was again fast asleep.
In the morning I awoke to find that mom had just gotten out of bed. She was standing in the middle of my room and I could plainly see the evidence of our activities on her nightie. At crotch level there was a huge stain, presumably from her pussy juice. Just above that was a smaller but darker one that was obviously my semen. A glance down at my pajama bottoms showed corresponding stains as well. Mom tossed on a robe then threw me one as well. instructing me to put it on. I followed her out to the kitchen where the st of the family had already gathered. Mom gave my dad a quick good morning kiss the poured herself a cup of coffee before joining the other adults at the table. I meanwhile fixed myself a bowl of cereal and joined my brother in the living room to watch cartoons. After breakfast everyone got cleaned up and dressed. When it was my turn in the bathroom I discovered mom's stained nightie in the laundry hamper. I was a bit sad that she was obviously going to wash away the memory of our special moment together but did realize the need for her to destroy the evidence. After that night, however, we never again slept together. The next time my grandparents visited we made alternate sleeping arrangements. Neither my mother or I ever mentioned the incident. We always pretended like it never happened. Years later when I would wear her clothes, including that same nightie, while having sex with my brother my mind would sometimes drift back to that incident. And even though he lusted after her it was actually me that she chose to have a sexual encounter with. Now that she is gone I will always have this wonderful memory of the mother and son moment we shared together.

I confess I'm not worthy of being here on ML. I was visiting a friend's house, and his 19yr old daughter left her sweatpants, panties and tshirt in the hall bathroom that I was also using. I took big whiffs of each of them, and got nothing in the way of a chubby from it. And she's cute, too - think petite pixie type. The cock works otherwise, but the "dirty panties" thing did nothing for me...

FML.