Today I played the hitchhiking game. Get on a bus to a random location, have no money and trying to hitch my way back home. The trick is to wear something a bit flashy, like tight pants, but not so that you look like a hooker. Soon enough I got a lift from a cute young guy who was on his way back home after dropping off his wife and her best friend at a local market. He told me that the road I was walking wasn't all that safe, with most cars speeding and no sidewalk. Hidden underneath a blanket I noticed a wheelchair. When I asked him about it he said that he has a muscle illness and needed it for longer distances. I felt a bit bad for him, but knew from my experience with other people with a disability that petty isn't something they like to receive. So I told him that it's awesome he can drive a car, to which he replied: "Driving makes me feel free."

When we arrived at my place, I asked if he wanted to come upstairs for some cookies I baked the day before. Maybe it was his naïveté, but he agreed, saying that he was a bit hungry anyway. Haha, he fell for my trap. When we got to my apartment, I told him he could sit anywhere and I'd bring him something to eat. Out of his sight, in the kitchen, I quickly undressed completely, grabbed some cookies and walked over to him. The look on his face was priceless. He looked at me from top to bottom as I walked over and sat on his lap. I could feel his boner poke me through his pants, I said: "Do you want cookies now? Or do you want to keep them for desert?"

He was dumbfounded, so I put the cookies down, slid off his lap and undid his pants. "You don't need to say anything, I know what this guy wants": I said as I started to suck his cock. Haha, poor guy came almost instantly. Of course I gobbled it all up. That is what good girls do.

I grabbed his hand and guided him to my bedroom, where I laid on the bed, spread my legs and asked if he could do me too. He shuffled over timidly, got onto the bed and started touching me. First my inner thigh with his fingers, slowly inching forward towards my vagina. Another hand reached for my right breast. He was good, but the best was yet to come. He started to kiss my belly, my pubic area and finally my clit. A finger went inside my vagina, then another one, all while he was teasing me with his tongue. He was a hidden gem! How can there be such a talented guy stuck with only one girl? Life isn't fair. His rhythmic movements were synchronized with my body movement. It was like he could read my mind and by god, the orgasm that I had left me dazed for at least half an hour.

When I recovered I noticed he had a boner again. Time for round two! I pushed him onto his back, pulled down his pants and straddled him without hesitation. He had a surprisingly big penis, but that has never been a problem for me. I held his arms down over his head and moved my hips to make his cock slide inside my wet and dirty pussy. "I'm going to fuck you till there is no more cum inside your balls": I said as I started to thrust away. How often did he come? Not sure, but in the end he was in tears and my vagina filled with his sperm.

Now if you think I over did it, I beg to differ. He is coming over again tomorrow and wants the same treatment. As for now, it is only noon. So there is time for another hitchhiking game today. I hope my next victim is as fun as my newest fuckbuddy.

This Confession has been a long time in coming. A number of years ago when I had first started dating my now ex, I cheated on her. It was with a girl that I worked with. She and I had been flirting for some time but we had never had the chance. I loved playing with her long blond hair and she would brush her huge double D tits along my arm as I would walk past her. One day neither of us could take it any more and I gave her a ride home. I think she had planned it because she hadn't been wearing a bra that day, and I caught a glimpse of her hard nipples through the vest she had worn over a thin cloth top. During the drive home she took off the vest revealing just how low cut her peasant blouse was. I could feel my cock getting rock hard and she could see my erection pushing against my pants. Thank All those above that the drive was a short one to her place. We barely made it inside and into her bedroom before I grabbed her blouse and pulled it down hard, showing off both her tits to me. She stumbled a bit and then came down on to her knees, her hands pulling at my belt and pants to get them open. My cock sprung out and she teased the tip with her tongue before pressing her tits on either side of it and began to stroke the shaft with her breasts. Such a tease that woman was. It became almost unbearable, before I pulled her up to her feet and moved her back towards the bed. Pushing up her skirt I knelt down and began to lick her inner thighs, biting and nibbling my way up from her knees to her pussy lips. Using my fingers I parted her pussy lips that were already beginning to drip as her orgasm built up, to expose her clit. I trapped it between my teeth gently and began to flick it with the tip of my tongue and suck on it. Both her hands grabbed the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my long hair forcing my face towards her sopping cunt even harder as she began to writhe.

I confess that I turned down a drunk, horny teenager begging for sex. I regret it now, but at the time I just couldn't stop wondering if she'd sober up and never want to see me again.

A few years back, I had a job that was far from home and the commute and long hours drained me so much I was nearly falling asleep while driving home. Since my sister lived nearby, she offered her spare room for the days when I was too tired to drive home safely. She and her boyfriend worked night shifts mostly, so I rarely saw them except for briefly over dinner maybe before they left.

One of these nights I took her up on it, they had already gone to work when I got there. I unlock the front door with the spare key they gave me, and walk back to the living room to find my niece and a school friend of hers watching a horror movie. After some brief introductions with her friend, I join them on the couch. Any time I get up and go to the bathroom or to get food and am out of earshot, I can hear them both whispering to each other and giggling. After a while, I fall asleep early on the couch with them still there.

Not long later I wake up, and the both of them have vanished. I get up and call out their names. "We're in the garage," my niece hollers back. I open the door and find them smoking and drinking beer. Not an unusual thing for my sister's daughter; she's always been a bit of a thrill-seeker, and her mom knew about her smoking, drinking and pot. So it wasn't my place to say anything besides a mild "disappointed in you" frown.

NOTE: Drinking age is not 21 everywhere, before anyone accuses me of serving a minor. And in any case, not my house, not my beer, and I never gave them or told them to get one.

Not wanting to be a total jerk, I ask if I can have a beer, too. I sit on the small ledge across from them, my knees up by my chest and light my own smoke. We chat and drink in there for a while until we finish our smokes. The whole time, her friend is keeping kinda quiet. If I engage her in conversation, she blushes and mutters a quiet answer. I just mistake it for shyness, since it's our first time meeting.

The girls are sitting on top of a trunk freezer with their legs crossed. Both of them are wearing loose shorts, but with the mediocre lighting in the garage, the spaces beneath are nearly pitch black. My vivid imagination fills in the blanks, though, and I feel myself swelling in my pants. Being almost 8" and thick erect but tiny when flaccid makes for awkward and painful hardons sometimes. When soft, it'll flop straight down, then as the wood begins, it starts straining to point upwards, to the detriment of the crotch of my pants.

I adjust my legs in a way that shoves my semi-hard cock to the side, not trapped in the downward position anymore. As I'm making the movement, I notice both girls' eyes drop straight to my crotch. I'm not sure how much they saw, but I'm sure it was a show. I pretended I didn't notice their gaze.

We eventually retire to the living room again to put another movie on. More drinking, looser tongues and more familiarity means her friend is finally opening up. The conversation drifts to sex, and they both think it's funny I lost my virginity when I was older than they were. I tell them I've always been shy around girls, and never dated much until after high school. The few I had dated were good relationships, though, so I didn't mind.

Suddenly my niece says "I've always had a huge crush on you." Awkward silence while I think of how to answer that. It's true, ever since she was 13 and started looking at boys, she was looking at me. Being the youngest of my siblings, and with her mother being the eldest, my niece and I are only about 10 years apart in age. As the years went by, it was obvious she had a crush and I didn't do anything to encourage or disuade it, thinking it was just a phase.

On this particular night, I think she and her friend had devised a plan to do something about her desires. That's what all the whispering and giggles were about.

Being a lightweight, I'm pretty well tipsy at this point. I tell her that I think she's beautiful, and if it weren't for the age difference and family relationship, I'd go out with her. The conversation seems to end there and after some silence, drifts back to random things. Around midnight, I drift off to sleep.

A while later, there's a light tugging at my waist. Now if I hadn't been drunk, I think I might've feigned sleep through this. Instead, I startled awake to find my niece in her bra and panties, straddling my knees and undoing my pants. Her beautiful C-cup breasts are barely contained in the lacy cups, and her panties are already wet.

The lights are off, but the moonlight through the windows silhouettes her figure perfectly. Everywhere my eyes look are amazing curves and sexy bits and oh my god, my niece is fucking hot as hell!

She already had the belt undone and the zipper opened, spread to show my boxers and the outline of my rock-hard cock beneath. I can only imagine I slept through some teasing for it to be hard like that.

I tug the jeans together quickly to hide my erection, and glance over to see her friend on another part of the couch quietly. She's laying under a blanket with her eyes closed, but I can tell from her breathing, how red her face is and the squinting around her eyes that she's faking it, keeping her eyes open a sliver. Hoping that I won't see well enough to tell in the dark room.

"Come on, don't be like that. I just want to see your cock," my niece purrs as she slowly gyrates her hips, rubbing her wet panty-clad pussy against my leg. "I swear, I won't do anything else."

"We shouldn't do this," I stammer out. "If your mother found out, she would kill me."

"She won't," she whispered as her hand gripped my cock. Almost as fast as the contact was there, I grabbed her wrists and pull them away and together. This made her lose balance and flop forward on me, her warm breasts falling against my chest.

"But it's not right... we're related," I barely manage to force out of my lungs. At this point I'm finding ways to let her out of this, but god if I wouldn't love to plow her while her friend watched.

Then my drunk brain suddenly thinks, she's not going to take no for an answer. Maybe I should just deflect this and make her pissed off instead. "Maybe if your friend were to do it, it might be okay," I said in as sleazy a way as possible.

It worked. At that point, she cooled off fast. I didn't really think her friend would jump me, she had been too shy at this point, not moving from her vantage point and likely fingering herself under the blankets at the sight of her best friend straddling an older man with a hard cock two inches from her pussy. My niece climbed off me and put her sleeping t-shirt and shorts back on. No words were said at that point, and it was too dark in the room to see her face properly. Since they were sleeping in the living room, I went to the spare room and slept.

The next morning was a Saturday, so no school or work for us. My sister, on the other hand, had an early shift and was out the door early. I came outside for my morning smoke, and the teens are both out there, very quiet. I sit on the porch next to them.

"I dunno about you," my niece begins, "but my head is killing me. I barely remember anything from last night." I raise a skeptical eyebrow as I face her, and she glances quickly at me before looking down again.

"Yeah, me either," I say in a sort of "don't worry, I won't tell" tone of voice. We've never really talked a lot since then, not that I've ever been close with my siblings' side of the family for as long as I remember.

She's now grown into a beautiful woman of 21. We've never talked about what happened that night, though I want to. I want her to know how I still fantasize about that night and what almost happened, and how much I hate my strong morals for turning her down.

While I doubt it, I wonder if somehow she'll read this and pluck up the courage to talk to me about it. And if she was ever interested, I wouldn't turn her down again, but I won't push for something she doesn't want.

Call me fake if you will, I don't give a fuck. I'm not going to drop any details or proof, though I will update if anything should ever happen. I've been thinking of breaking the silence, though I don't know how.

I confess I've always thought of myself as a straight woman but something recently happened in my life that I'll share with you.

Januarys are always cold in the upper Midwest. This year, though, has
been the coldest we've seen in a long time. But, despite high natural gas
prices and low temperatures, our house had been comfortably warm throughout
the cold spell until the day my husband, Michael, an airline pilot, left
for his monthly four day trip to Europe. Suddenly our almost new, high
efficiency, just out of warranty gas furnace, Michael's proudest home
improvement, stopped - you'll excuse the expression - cold. Frantic calls
to the company with our service contract brought only vague promises of
help "by sometime tomorrow." Even more frantic calls to the "round the
clock repair service guys" brought either more vague promises or outright
refusals to hazard a guess as to when a repairman might make it to our
house. Grrrrr!! Men! Silently abusing my husband for not being home to
handle this problem, I started considering my options as the temperature in
the house fell past the 60 degree mark. We have two girls, one six and the
other eight who would soon be home from school. I needed a place for the
three of us to sleep tonight because once the sun went down, the
temperature in here was going to fall a lot farther.

Just as I started running possibilities through my mind, the phone rang.
It was Carol from a couple of doors down calling to see if I could work at
the school tomorrow. She knew it wasn't my normal day, but one of the
mothers had canceled out on her. Now, Carol Meyers is one of those people
who are involved in every neighborhood activity, do everything well, will
walk through fire for a friend and don't have an enemy in the world. My
older daughter is in the same class as Carol's son and I'd known her since
we moved here five years before. We saw each other at school, at the pool,
at church, at the neighborhood social club; we went out together with our
husbands for dinner and dancing. Carol, I thought, will help us out.

I was right. When I told her that I couldn't help at school because I had
to be home for the repairman, she asked what was going on. And when I
explained our predicament, there wasn't even any discussion. Carol's
husband was down in Virginia someplace for two weeks of navy reserve stuff
and he'd left one of her two guest rooms unusable. (It seems that putting
in the new hardwood floor had turned out to be a little harder than the guy
at the Home Depot promised.) But, if my girls doubled up in the other
guest room and I didn't mind sharing her room, Carol said we were welcome
to stay with her until the heat was fixed.

That was all the invitation I needed. I told Carol - who hates cooking -
that I had a pan of lasagna in the oven and a chocolate cake that I'd bring
for supper. She'd said she'd supply the heat, beds and wine and would
expect us right after school. See, I told my absent husband, who needs a
man around all the time!

The girls got home about 4:00pm and by 4:15 we were on our way to Carol's
with school books, overnight bags, favorite stuffed animals, lasagna and
chocolate cake in hand. Carol, who's in her early thirties, with a cute
pixie face, short hair and nice figure met us at the door, dressed in old
sweats and athletic socks. Typically, she insisted on hugs all around.
Soon the overnight bags were in the proper bedrooms and dinner was on the
table. The kids were in high spirits because of the unexpected
"adventure". I was glad to be under a warm roof and Carol seemed genuinely
pleased to have us there. After seconds on chocolate cake, the children
were put to work on their studies, while we moms cleaned up. By eight
o'clock, the kids were washed, brushed, tucked in and, if not quite asleep,
certainly well on the way. Carol and I were sitting next to each other on
the couch in the family room, warming our toes in front of a nice fire,
sipping merlot, talking and laughing. I felt a nice, pleasant buzz from
the wine and Carol did, too, I think. Anyhow, after a hectic day I finally
began to wind down. It felt nice and I reminded myself that life can be
pretty good. Though I didn't know it, it was about to get a lot better.

We chatted and sipped our wine. At some point, I said that on nights like
this at home, in front of the fire, Michael would rub sometimes my feet,
which I absolutely loved. Carol said she'd rub them for me, if I wanted.
And to my surprise, I found myself swinging my legs up on the couch and
into her lap, as I laid back against the arm of the couch. Carol rubbed my
feet gently, running her thumbs along the bottoms, then slowly pushing her
fingers back up along the tops, towards my ankles. It really felt lovely.
After a couple of minutes, she said sometimes her husband liked to suck on
her toes and asked me if anyone had ever done that for me. I shook my head
no and Carol smiled, lowered her head a little and raising my left foot
with both hands, starting to lick and suck my toes. It would have been
funny, if it hadn't been so pleasant, almost erotic. I suppose if it
hadn't been for the wine (we'd finished the whole bottle) alarm bells would
have been ringing in my head. Instead, I just kind of purred as she licked
my toes and rubbed my foot.

My other foot was lying in her lap and Carol had opened her legs slightly
so it fell between them, resting against her crotch. As she continued to
lick the toes on my right foot, I could feel her pushing her crotch against
my left. Without really thinking about it, I started pushing back and
turned my foot so that the toes dug into her crotch. I realized with a
little start that Carol wasn't wearing much under her sweats, and found
myself getting a little aroused. Our eyes met as I continued to push and
she wriggled her hips a little. After a minute or so, she dropped my foot
back into her lap and shifted position so my toes were no longer pushing at
her crotch. Giving me a little smile she said she hoped I'd enjoyed the
foot rub as much as she had. We both laughed!

Suddenly, I was kind of sleepy; looking at my watch I told Carol that it
was already nine o'clock. She looked at the fire, which had burned down
considerably and said that she didn't feel like getting any more wood and
asked if I was ready for bed. I was tired and said yes. Carol got up from
the couch first, and as she did I noticed a little wet spot in the crotch
of her sweats. She wasn't the only one, my panties were a little moist,
too. My mind may have been a bit fuzzy, but not so fuzzy that I didn't
know we'd been a little "naughty." And had enjoyed it.

When we got to her room, Carol told me to go ahead and use the shower
first, she'd get in when I was done. We both started to undress. I'd seen
her at the pool changing who knows how many times, but now with just the
two of us in her bedroom, and despite the episode in the family room, I
found myself suddenly a little nervous. I tried not to watch her as she
undressed, but couldn't help it Kind of glancing out of the corner of my
eye, I admired her trim figure; she really was an attractive woman and I
wondered what it would be like to touch her. I felt myself start to blush,
because I never thought of other women that way and I wondered why I'd had
so much wine. As I pulled my robe around me and walked into the bathroom I
caught sight of Carol watching me in the mirror with kind of a far away
look. Suddenly our eyes met and she smiled at me, a kind of sexy wicked
smile. Oh boy, I thought and looked away, hurrying into the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower, right into a stream of cold water. I wanted it
to shock me out of the wine buzz that I blamed for the strange way I'd been
thinking and behaving. The cold water caught my attention and I felt my
nipples stiffen and muscles contract from the intense temperature change.
Feeling my head clear a little, I turned the water back to warm and let it
wash over me. I told myself to take it easy. I'd known Carol for years
and in all that time, she'd never shown the slightest interest in any kind
of physical relationship with me. And I hadn't thought about anything like
that since my college days, so I told myself to just let it go.

Turning off the water, I toweled myself down and then stepped out of the
stall and slipped into my robe. Carol was standing by the sink rinsing her
mouth and I said the shower was all hers. Nodding her head, she shrugged
off her robe, got in and pretty soon the room started to fill up with steam
from the hot water. I finished brushing my teeth and then went into the
bedroom. I'd brought a cotton nightie, which at that moment seemed more
revealing that I would have liked and found myself wishing I brought some
pajamas instead. But, too late for that, besides, I thought, I was being
silly. So hanging my robe over a chair by the bed, I pulled my nightie on
and slipped into bed.

I reached for the light on the bed table and turned it off and then lay
back. Pretty soon I heard the water shut off and in a minute Carol walked
out of the bathroom in her robe. The lamp on her side of the bed was still
on, and as she slipped out of the garment, her skin seemed to glow in the
soft light. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it. Her firm
breasts stood out from her chest and her nipples were erect. I wondered if
that was from the cold. Carol would have said that she needed to lose a
couple of pounds, but she didn't. He stomach was flat and her legs and
butt were firm. She cycled in the summer and did cross country skiing in
the winter and it showed. Suddenly I didn't like the way my thoughts were
heading and I turned away, trying to clear my mind.

I heard, rather than saw Carol turn down her side of the bed and I felt the
mattress dip a little under her weight as she got in. I realized that she
hadn't put on a nightie and I turned to look at her in surprise. Almost as
if reading my thoughts, she said she didn't like night gowns or pajamas,
they always seemed to get tangled up. She said she hoped I didn't care.
No, I said it was fine. Leaning back against the head board, she asked if
she could read a little. I turned on my side and propped my head up on my
elbow and looked at her. She was sitting there, her lovely body right
there, not even a foot away. It was as if she was daring me; she was
daring me. No, I didn't mind I if she read I said, as I continued to watch
her. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts, the curve of her neck. I
wondered if her skin was as soft as it looked. I couldn't believe my
thoughts, I couldn't believe how wet I was getting between my legs, how
hard my nipples were. I remembered a girl from college and how sweet that
had been. And then, on it's own, my hand simply reached out and stroked
her thigh.

The touch was electric, as soon as she felt it, she dropped her book and
rolled over on her side to face me. She said she'd started to think
nothing was going to happen, that she'd been wanting to touch me, but
couldn't quite do it. She was so glad I had. And then she leaned over and
kissed me on the lips. I rolled over on my back, still not quite believing
what was happening. She followed me, her lips still on mine. I felt her
mouth open and her tongue pushing at my lips; I opened my mouth and pulled
her in. Our tongues searched every part of the other's mouth, pushing,
probing. We kissed for what seemed like hours.

My hands roamed over the smooth flesh of her back, down her sides, across
her butt. I felt he breasts pushing at mine and suddenly I wanted to feel
her flesh on mine. Wait, I told her and pushed her a way, just for a
second, so I could pull the nightie over my head. Then I felt her weight
on me again and I felt her breasts and nipples against me. I felt her hand
squeeze down between us, in between my legs as she pushed them apart and
then pressed her leg between my thighs.

Feeling her laying between my thighs, her leg pushing up against my pussy,
feeling the wetness seeping from me onto her flesh caused the fire in me to
flare up. Breaking away from her kiss, I ran my lips down her neck, back
up toward her ears. I nibbled her earlobes, biting too hard and drawing a
little laugh from her throat. Easy she said, there was plenty of time. I
answered her by rolling her over, putting my weight on her. My lips
traveled down her neck to her breasts. I took her left nipple in my mouth
and rolled my tongue around it, while my right hand kneaded her other
breast, pulling at the nipple. She moaned and I wondered that I could have
forgotten how soft another woman's breasts could be, how hard and hot her
nipples, and I remembered what it had been like in college.

Carol was moaning softly as I suckled at her breast, her hands rubbing the
back of my head. Slowly I moved my mouth away from her breast, licking my
way down to her belly button, running soft kisses across her stomach. I
given myself up completely to the moment and I heard Carol moan as I pushed
my fingers down through her pubic hair, and cupped the lips of her pussy.
As my tongue swirled around her navel, I pressed my middle finger against
her and parted her swollen lips. She moaned and arched her back as I
entered her and I smiled and told her it was okay as she rubbed the back of
my neck. I could smell her musky scent and opened her further, sliding two
more fingers inside and running them up and down her wet cleft. My thumb
found the base of clitoris and started rubbing at it causing her to buck
and moan even more. I loved the sounds she was making and I felt her hand
pushing my face down, across her pelvis.

Raising myself up on my knees, I trailed my tongue down her loins and felt
her pubic hairs tickle my chin. Lowering my head, I put my lips around her
clit and sucked on it, stretching it, teasing it with my teeth. Carol was
bucking and rolling her hips, moaning and calling me baby and asking me to
lick her. I loved the control I had over her and I grabbed her hips and
pulled them more closely to me. My fingers we still deep inside her vagina
and she was squeezing her legs, trying to trap my fingers and pull them
more deeply into her. I started flicking the top of her clit with the tip
of my tongue and I could feel her writhing under me, hear her moaning,
begging me to make her cum. My other hand was between my own legs, running
up and down my own dripping cleft, circling my clitoris, moistening it,
teasing it, getting me ready to cum as soon I gave Carol her orgasm.

That happened sooner than I thought possible. Suddenly she squeezed her
legs tight against my head, rolled on her side and began to moan as it
started, deep inside her. I could feel her pussy contracting on my
fingers, her hips thrusting up at my tongue as the spasms ran through her
body. I increased the speed of the fingers on in my pussy, and suddenly
felt my own orgasm break loose. Waves of pleasure rolled across me, making
my head spin, making me lose track of everything but the feeling that was
flowing out from deep, deep inside me.

As the heaving of Carol's breasts started to subside and my own breathing
grew slower, I crawled up beside her and kissed her on the lips. She
smiled and wiped my face with her fingers, and then cradled my head against
her breasts. Neither of us spoke, both lost in our own thoughts. I was
thinking of how good it had been and wondering why, after college I had put
it all out of my mind. As I lay there, I felt Carol's hands running up and
down my back. Putting her mouth by my face, she said she wanted to make me
cum like I'd done for her. I smiled and said yes, please.

I rolled over on my back and felt her leaning over me, kissing my forehead,
my cheeks. Brushing my lips with hers, she trailed her tongue down my neck
and towards my breasts. I felt her shift her weight as she parted my legs
with her knee. I raised my leg, and bending it, brought it up against her
crotch. I felt her hair and her wetness on my flesh as she slid up and down
my thigh, rubbing her pussy against me as she sucked my breasts. With the
tips of her fingers she brushed lightly over the flesh of my stomach
teasing me, testing me. Then, down through my bush of pubic hair to my
swollen lips, completely open to her.

As her fingers touched me, I thrust my hips up to capture them. I wanted
Carol to rub my lips as I had rubbed hers, to delve into me and plumb the
depths of my vagina. My breath was ragged and my butt moved in little
circles against her fingers as her pussy ground up and down my thigh. She
was running her fingers up and down my slit now, her thumb rubbing the base
of my clit. I wanted more and grabbing her hand, I tried to push the
fingers inside me, telling her to fuck me. She laughed and told me to take
it easy, she had plans.

Rolling off my leg, Carol knelt over me and grabbing my hips, pulled me up
to her lips. They closed around my clit and electricity shot through me.
My hips were thrusting up at her, completely out of my control as she
sucked at my button and pushed her fingers deep inside of me. I lost track
of everything but the fire in my groin and the lips and the fingers fueling
it. Carol was now rubbing her face up and down my slit, licking my lips
and my clit while her fingers continued moving in and out, in and out.
Suddenly, I felt myself stiffen, my back arch and then the explosion deep
inside me. My hips bucked and thrust up while Carol held onto me, still
fucking me with her fingers. For what seemed like forever I rode the
swirling waves of the most intense orgasm I'd had in years. As the
electric lights in my head started to go out, Carol laid down on top of me
and we held each other, listening to our breathing, feeling the beating of
our hearts. And then we just fell asleep.

The next morning, as the alarm went off it took me a second to realize
where I was, and another second to remember what had happened the night
before. I felt my stomach drop as it all came back to me; I was afraid of
how Carol might feel, that she might hate me or not want to see me, not
want me as a friend. I felt her stirring and though I was scared, I forced
myself to roll over on my side to look at her. Hi baby, she said, and I
knew it would be okay. I kissed her on the cheek and we both smiled.

After we'd gotten the kids dressed and off on the bus, we sat down in the
kitchen with our coffee and looked at each other. Finally, Carol said
we're going to have talk about how we make this work. I agreed with her
and suggested we do that right after we made love. Carol got up and
reaching for my hand, lead me back to bed.

This is me a few years ago with my clitty locked, my ass plugged, in slutty lingerie, waiting for a gorgeous young black girl i met online to come over. She said she was into dominating and owning a sissy slave boy and would be taking the keys to my cage with her and would use my desperation to cum to make me into anything she wanted me to be.

I was dressed in a black, lace teddy, fishnet thigh high stockings, a modest pair of black heels and most importantly, a big black butt plug, trapping a few ounces of cumlube in my boypussy. I had given myself an enema and restricted my diet, so my hole was extra squeaky clean.

As soon as she came inside, she took one look at me and said "good, here, take these." and handed me 3 pills. I recognized the bar of xanax and what looked like viagra, but Before i could ask about the other one, she grabbed my wrist, pulled me into my room and shoved my onto my bed, face down. I swallled the pills, and figured I'd taken much more than that before.

"Dont fucking move." She had already noticed the cuffs at the corners of my bed and restrained my wrists and ankles. She reached under my caged clitty from behind and gave it a yank, so she could see it from the back, between my legs, and thats when she noticed my plugged ass.

She gave it a few solid smacks, and asked, "How long have you had this in your pussy?" As I opened my mouth to tell her, she grabbed the base and yanked it out of my asshole, which was incredibly painful, enough to make me scream a humiliating, girly squeal. I heard her laughing behind me... I was genuinely in so much pain, I had tears running down my face, and i could feel my hole convulsing, stretched wide open, with warm cumlube pouring out. She assured me that the pain would be temporary, and said something about being addicted to her big black cock. I was only able to mumble, "mmmhmmm."

She stripped down to her panties at the side of the bed, and teased me while I watched her rub oil all over her smooth, perfect, chocolatey skin. The scent was intoxicating, and soon I forgot about the pain in my boypussy, and tried to reach my strapped down arm out to her. I cought the waistband of her Thong, and as she backed up, her panties came down her hips a bit. She chided me and told me boys like me dont deserve pussy.

I whined, and continued to stare desperately at her beautiful glistening body, perfect round tits, proportional with an ass that id let suffocate me... legs that lead right up to a lean, panty clad groin..... my clitty was throbbing uncontrollably. She then stepped onto the bed, straddled my gaping, lubed up asshole, and said, "Pussy boy sissies like you will never get pussy again, not now, not ever. Do you understand?"

I nodded, and wiggled my ass to her, and she said, "From now on, you belong to Big Black COCK," and after a few suspiciously warm and fleshy feeling smaks around my cheeks and hole, I could feel the pills kicking in... I felt like a cock hungry whore willing to do just about anything to get off. I could feel myself slipping into a sedated, obedient, slutty mindset, and my whole body felt like it was glowing, with a soft, warm, buzz. My mind was escaping me, leaving my body to be nothing but a fuckhole sex toy for the woman on top of me, teasing my ass with her fingers and pouring copious amounts of slimy stringy lube directly into the gaping boyhole.

Then i felt a few more teasing, fleshy smacks against my hole. With what little coherence i had left I remember saying in my head, "thats one realistic dildo... mmm" and i could imagine a throbbing, girthy, veiny BBC, breeding my cunt like a real girl, trained only to cum from being fucked, serving only black cock, for the rest of my life.

Without warning, she shoved the entirety of apparently, her 11" Big Black DICK—NOT a Strapon, Not a dildo—SHE WAS A TRANS WOMAN. I had never been with a guy, and was never turned on by men or boys, and it was making me so horny and confused that I liked this... a lot.

That was her DICK tapping against my ass. A REAL PENIS. Unlike my useless caged nub, she was endowed by the Gods, and I could FEEL IT. I actually liked it... I mean, its gotta be better than a dildo, right? Why use cold, hard rubbery plastic when you can have the real deal? Well, this was the realest fucking deal I have ever made. She got to know me as a woman, and had all the aspects and traits of a beautiful, sexy, charismatic black woman, but she had a dick... And she was having her way with my helpless, intoxicated, submissive body, raping my wet, hungry fuckhole with her long, thick COCK.....

And I was in heaven, I could feel the sensation of tingling buzzing warmth, head to toe, and felt her giant BBC directly penetrating almost a foot inside me, while every inch of her massive Dick made full contact with my P-spot every single stroke.

She wasted no time, and was already fucking me at full speed, pounding my lube-filled, sloppy, gaping wet boypussy, with her grabbing me by the back of my neck, forcing my face into the bed and spanking me repeatedly. She called me all the degrading, derogatory, humiliating names ive ever heard, and then some. I felt like my entire existence was about to change forever, as she dangled the keys to my cage in front of my eyes, and told me my useless clitty is never going to be used again, and that had better learn how to have anal orgasms because that's the only way sissy slaves cum.

The viagra made my clitty strain against my cage, and i could feel a distinct stream of cummies pouring out of the tip, with more and more every thrust. The sedating effects of whatever else she gave me caused me not to notice i was moaning and saying, "yes...... yess...... fuck me........mmm"
I felt her change angles and alternated between slow, forceful thrusting, to deep, rapid short strokes of her giant cock, and I felt a strange feeling in my clitty and boyhole at the same time.

It grew into a feeling like I had to go to the bathroom, and I panicked, but I knew I didnt have to, and had just had the enema.... then it turned into a throbbing, pulsing sensation inside my ass, right behind the base of my clitty.... She was fucking my asshole relentlessly, and the sounds of her meat penetrating my pussy were like a trance. She noticed my throbbing boycunt, tensing up and spasming, "Ohhhhh who's a good gurl? Are you gonna cum, babygirl? Hmmm? You gonna cum like a slut for mommy's BBC? If you do, you're never going back to normal. You got that, bitch?"

I was too overstimulated to reply, and suddenly the sensation exploded within my inner asshole, sending waves of orgasmic ecstasy to every inch of my body. I had tunnel vision, and all the sounds around me morphed into one continuous, godlike aural sound, while i was left helplessly convulsing with my arms and legs strapped down, and i could feel a non-stop burst of cum being shot out of my clitty, squirting all over my bed and pooling between my legs, as I gave in to the single most intense and surreal full body anal orgasm, which seemed to go on, and on, and on, and on...

To this day, i have no idea if it was 60 seconds, or 60 minutes. I came so uncontrollably with a Trans Woman's BBC literally fucking the cum out of me while my mind melted, sedated and rolling on some Molly-like drug at the same time, while being forcibly aroused by viagra, making my clittly feel so tight and confined, throbbing and spurting cummies all over from within its cage, while the keys dangled from her neck, and she reminded me of the fact that I'd be chasing this experience for the rest of my life, and that she and her BBC were my only hope, and my primary goal in all of life, and wouldn't have it any other way!

Warning: gay, crossdressing and trap stuff in this post.

I confess that i am kind of addicted to womens underwear, i had gay experiences and here are some of my adventures.

First of all a bit about this panty and crossdressing fetish:

It started a few years ago, my brother had a kind of hot girlfriend, maybe 7/10. I found hear panties and strings in the laundry and the smell turned me on. i used to masturbate to or into them.
I befriended her family and her twin sisters in my age. We used to go to the same school and everytime i was at their place, i used to go trough the laundry on the bathroom and smell their panties. i found it to be super hot especially when they started wearing thongs.
I used to be in a relationship with both, but it wasn't for a long duration. I had the opportunity to see and touch their pussys multiple times but it never went further. I still ask my self why i didn't pushed things but i guess i was just too embarrased by the situations. To this day, about 4 years later, i still smell their panties if i am over at their place.

In those 4 Years my father found a new girlfriend and she moved to our place together with her daughter, same age as me. She wasn't good looking maybe 5/10 but her body was nice.
A few months later i started hooking up with her, but she was very childish and i got basically cockblocked by her embarrasment. she even thought that masturbation would be gross. She teased me many times with stuff like humping me a bit or pushing my face between her legs, but everytime i wanted to go further she went back and told me to stop. i knew it made her wet because once she went into the shower after teasing me again and i smelled her panties afterwards and they were wet.

This was around 2 years ago. Today she had a bunch of boyfriends for short durations and noticeable many female friends over. One of them lived at our place for about 2 weeks and it was like wet panty heaven for my panty fetish. anyway i looked trough her room and found condoms, lube and dildos under her bed. One of the dildos was a double ended one. the look and imagination of her having sex with her female friends gave me and instant boner.
I found her lingerie stash, everything in a big box. I went trough it and got turned on to the max. i just had to try them on so i wore a pair of stockings with a string and a corset like top. i had the feeling to have the largest boner in my life so far and i went further, i kept wearing the stuff, got into my shoes and jacked and went out with our dog for a walk. (Little note: my parents are on vacation for a few weeks and i stayed home alone) It was already dark and i live in a rather quiet place. At this time almost no one is on the streets. My dick was building a little tent under my jacket the whole time and i had to dodge two people but i came back home without beeing seen. (atleast i hope so) I sat down in the lingerie and started fapping. It was an impressing orgasm but not the best i had so far.

Now to the gay stuff:

I have a friend that i know since preschool. he was my best friend for a long time and after puberty we started to do some "experiments". We basically had anal sex everyday after or even while we are in school. It was almost always me fucking him because i hated the feeling of it. I started trying that stuff with dildos i found, mentioned above.
I slept over at his place or he was at my place and we would always watch porn or do some roleplay. sometiems one of us even prentended to be a girl. Our last session was around 1 month ago. he was home alone and we had some fun with his sexdolls, but we ran out of lube so the sex was literally a pain in the ass. we stopped it and continued sucking each other off instead. I like giving blowjobs but i hate cum.
We even played a few games like hide & seek and the one who gets found within 2min must strip one piece of clothing off.
We explored the room of his milf (maybe in the late 30's. pretty nice body, blonde etc) and found some anal beads, handcuffs and a strapon. That thing was huge, he tried fitting it but it was too big.
At the end he fucked me with the help of the rest lube and spit and he came in me. Since he always looses his mood in and instant, i had to fap with his pockedpussy.

A few days later he was over at my place and we basically did the same stuff expect that i sucked him off and he came in my mouth. i went to work later, still with the feeling of his dick in my butt.

Then there is this other guy who i know since highschool.
We used to be good friends and we did normal stuff except that we fapped together to porn sometimes.
We once had this girl who was showing off on the cam and we sent her some dickpics of us. she continued to fap to them and my friend said what i would give him if he would suck my dick. i said idk and he started to open my pants and suck my dick.
I knew where this was going to i started to give him a handjob while hes doing it and damn is cock was like triple the size of mine, even though he was only a year older.
He seemed to like sucking it because he did it alot in the next months, maybe even a year. i dont remember. then there was this one night. i was sleeping over at his place and he was home alone. he played some games and then he went out of the room and came back wearing stockings and other lingerie and even a latex corset from his mothers friend. she was living at their place for a bit because her husband kicked her out.
We did some roleplay and i proceeded to suck and fuck him. after i came gloryously in his ass, i continued to suck him off, because he didn't liked the feeling of fucking me. It was the first time someone came in my mouth and it wasn't that bad as i expected it to be. The warm and salty taste still surprised me a bit so i spit it out and made him laugh.
After that we didn't really do anything anymore because i had a girlfriend then (mentioned above, the 5/10) and later he got one himself.

So this is basically a confession about my dirty adventures i had so far. I felt like i should share it with someone.