Boards are slow again, so here’s a pic of my ex gf with a zucchini stuffed in her cunt. If you like pics and videos of amateur sluts putting weird objects in their pussies, check out my other uploads.

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

I fucked a broad one time who was 98. Well, technically , she was still just 97 when I met her hiding under the sheet in that weird black station wagon. She seemed sad so I just took her home with me. I threw her a 98th birthday party and made it as special and festive as I could. It was romantic, too, just the two of us. She sat through it like a trooper and even seemed to be smiling a little. She just sat there for hours as I told her erotic stories and dirty jokes all evening. Surprisingly, she never did get wet or even warm up to me, but she didn't say a word or object in any way when I fucked her cunt and bony little ass, so it all worked out fine.

Long story short, our sexually charged relationship deteriorated within just a few days, largely due to her hygiene. I simply could not get her to bathe, do her hair or anything like that. Plus, even for an old broad, she was very fucking lazy. Never got out of bed once during our entire affair. I normally draw the line at extreme laziness and a bland personality. But the kicker for me was when her left leg came off during a particularly erotic anal sex act, which I'll keep private out of respect for my dear Mrs. Goldstein.

I'll tell you what, few things hurt a dude's ego more than breaking up with a chick and having her show no expression or emotion whatsoever. It's like I never mattered to her at all. Bitch. After that, I just gave her bus fare and dropped her off on the bench at the corner. My life is complicated enough without some emotionally stunted, 3 limbed, stinky, lazy whore who is utterly incapable of even modest conversation. Fuck her! She's all yours, guys!

Fun at Comic Con and in the city.

Me and my girlfriend got to go to Comic Con a few months ago and while we were there we saw a booth that were selling slutty super hero themed outfits. I started saying it would be hot to see her walking around the showroom wearing one of them and at first she had some reservations but because of the setting and we were far from home, she eventually agreed. We walked over and after looking for a few she picked out a black Batman themed one. She asked the woman working the booth if the size she picked seemed like it would fit her so the woman looked her up and down and said "it might but because you have large boobs it might also be too tight." Now just hearing this woman talk to my girl about her boobs was hot in it's own right. She found the right one and we paid for it then walked over to the nearest bathroom so she can change into it. After a few minutes she came out of the bathroom wearing the outfit but was holding it by the back cause she was having trouble getting it completely on. I just see my girls big tits bursting out of this outfit and knowing that she was gonna be walking around like that in front of hundreds of people was definitely hot. She asked if we can go back to the booth to ask the woman to help her get it on all the way. When we got there the woman already knew the deal and laughed. She walked over and asked my girl if she wanted help. The woman had to untie the back and redo it which really loosened up the outfit causing my girlfriends boobs to hang out even more and almost out. I am looking around and seeing people staring in her direction hoping for a nip slip which unfortunately didn't happen but they still were getting an eye fold as they watched my girl changing into a slutty outfit in a crowded showroom. She got the outfit on and fitted and we were ready to go about the day. I got to say her tits looked amazing in this outfit and the fact that she was walking around in public dressed like that was even better. She was already wearing a short black skirt with stockings so it already matched but I asked her to pull up the skirt a little bit so the bottom of her ass was showing. Now being in the outfit and feeling a little more confident cause I kept pointing out when someone would stare at her, she agreed and pulled the skirt up a little. We walked around for a little bit, had a few beers while we enjoyed the day, every now and then encouraging her to pull the top down a little more or to raise the skirt up more. We went outside for a few to cool off and to have another beer and by this point she was loosened up and had a little buzz so I suggested she should raise the skirt up a lot so when she bends her whole ass would be visible. She smirked then started to raise the skirt up. she turned around to face me and noticed behind me inside was a few guys and they were watching her adjust her skirt. She said because of the angle they probably didn't see anything so I looked at her with a smirk and told her I think she needs to bend down and get something out her bag. She knew what I was getting at. I turned my head a little to see if the guys were still around which of course they were but were now trying to not be so obvious looking at her. She bent down to get something out of her bag and her entire ass was exposed which is when I snapped the picture seen here. I looked back at the guys and they weren't trying to hide it anymore and was just staring. We went back inside but before we did I told her to pull the top down a little and walk slowly when we walk passed them which she did, giving them all a nice view of her big boobs hanging out of this outfit. Soon it was getting close to closing for the night. We headed towards the exit to leave and when we got outside right before the exits it was packed almost shoulder to shoulder with people trying to leave. Since we were about to leave I decided to try and step it up so I said to her to pull one tit out to the point where her nipple was visible. She looked at me with a little of a shocked face but it still had that smirk from all day in there. She looked around and even know we were in a packed group of people, most people were focusing on leaving so she quickly pulled her tit out. You can tell she was nervous now but still willing to risk it. Now a lot of people didn't notice but I glanced over in one direction and saw someone that did. I was trying not to be obvious looking but I saw him nudge his friend and gave him a look over there look and he looked over and noticed my girls tit hanging out too. The two kept looking back until we got to the end to the exit where she then put her tit away. I don't know if anyone else saw but I'm sure at least a few more did. We left and were walking the streets of the city back towards the hotel and we decided to stop at a bar to get a few more drinks, keep in mind she is still dressed in her outfit. We walked passed a bar and noticed 2 seats in the corner so we quickly went in a got them. We were having our drink when I noticed the guy sitting next to us was looking over, clearly looking at her but he turned to me and asked if we just left Comic Con. The guy was already a little drunk and was chatting away and were being nice and talking back. He occasionally would make a compliment to my girl about her outfit so we were telling him about what we were doing throughout the day and he was laughing but you can tell was more intrigued. He was saying how hot it was she was exposing herself like that and was saying to me that I was cool for being so cool with it. We talked for a few more minutes then she said she was gonna go to the bathroom quick. While she was gone and since this guy was already pretty tipsy he started saying how nice her tits looked and how lucky I was to get to see them whenever I wanted. He then said how jealous he was not being there to see her with her tit out which I laughed then jokingly said maybe she'll have another "slip" and you'll get to. He laughed but then I thought this would be a great way to end the night, to get her to take a tit out right in front of this stranger. I noticed the corner of the bar we were at was dark and not as occupied so I even more started to think if this would be possible. She came back and when she sat down she got another drink and we talked for a bit with the guy about nothing specific. She said that the strap on the outfit was starting to hurt so I said she should loosen the strap then which of course made the guy turn his head more and glare down at her tits. She said her boobs were already hanging out as it is and if it was looser it would be harder to keep them in the top. I said that when we leave here we're going straight to the hotel which was only a block or so away to help her feel more comfortable so she loosened the strap which of course caused her tits to drop a little more and out. She was a little more nervous in this setting but she even mentioned it was dark so it would be ok plus with a few more drinks in her she was already loosened up and that confidence was still going. The guy then said to me that now he was really jealous. My girl didn't understand so I explained what we were talking about while she was gone which made her blush a bit cause she knew how exposed she already was at the moment. I said jokingly that he wasn't getting the full idea by me just describing it and she knew exactly what I meant when I said that and gave me like a "really?" face. I just smirked and looked back. She looked at both of us, looked around the room, what came next was a shock cause she quickly then took out BOTH tits but only for a quick moment just long enough for both of us to get a good quick look. She popped them back in and asked if we were happy. I was shocked but was amazed and also so turned on that she did that. We hung out for a little longer and had only another drink or two then asked for the bill. We're looking at the bill still talking with the guy when she then gave me a weird look. I had no idea at the time what was going though her head but it was definitely not what it was she did next. She then leaned passed me and over to the guy and said in a low voice something along the lines of "pay the bill and I will let you touch them". Now she was tipsy but this was a whole other level! Keep in mind my girlfriend isn't this big care free spirit and just the the slutty outfit alone was a bit out of character for her. She looked at me like as if she was asking for permission and I just put my hands up like hey I'm not gonna object. So she asked me to get up so the guy could sit in my seat. I got up and stepped back so he could sit down. After he sat she looked around again nervously and when it was clear she took both her tits out again. The guy didn't waste anytime and reached both his hands out and started softly caressing my girlfriends tits. It felt like forever but it was probably only less than 10 seconds. Right before she pulled the top back up he pinched one her nipples a little bit which she later told me back in the hotel really turned her on cause she wasn't expecting it. She got up and we left and yes he actually did pay our bill. We got back to hotel and talked about the day and I told her how hot she was to do all that and that it turned me on. She said she was shocked that she showed her boobs to a stranger and let him touch them to boot but then explained how the feeling was nice and it did get her excited. Needless to say we fucked for a good portion of the night and then headed home in the morning. Maybe next time we go out for a weekend her new found confidence and excitement will allow her to raise the bar a little. I guess I will let you know!

Here is the second chapter of my story - 'How do good girls end up as bitches?'

I hope that you like it.

Chapter Two � The Good Doctor

Now you�ve got to understand that I can�t detail every sexual event in my little life in this history, otherwise we would be here for weeks. But according to my diary, from the time of my first rape on my 13th birthday over the next 12 months I had sex of some sort with 87 people. Mostly with my Uncle Bob and Dad of course because they just couldn�t keep their hands and cocks off me, or out of me. And it was only when these two perverts started to get tired of fucking me that they saw a way of making extra money and humiliating me even more, so they started selling me, or trading me with other perverts so that they could get at other peoples� kids.

Most of these 87 people were men, as you might imagine, but there were some girls and women too. Some were forced to do stuff with me, others � like wife�s and girlfriends of the sex fiends I was given or sold to � did things with me because they liked it�got off on raping a young girl with a strap on, or making her eat them out while being fucked by their husband or whatever. My diary says that I did some kind of sex with 13 women over those 12 months.

So you see it would be long and pretty boring to tell you about every fuck, rape, blow job, beating, or whatever that I�ve done � but I�ll tell you about the things that marked me the most. The worst of the worst if you like.

One thing you can say about Uncle Bob is that he�s not stupid � corrupt, perverted, sadistic yes � stupid, no. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a pregnant 13 year old school girl, who happened to be his niece. What he needed fast was a tame doctor that would put me on the pill. True I hadn�t started my periods yet, but he didn�t want to take any chances. I know him and my Dad talked about having me sterilised permanently, just to be on the safe side, but Uncle Bob thought that maybe in the future they might want to �breed me� and that I might be worth more if I could get knocked up � wasn�t that kind of him? He also needed a way to keep track of whether I was clean or not, after all he didn�t want me passing on any diseases and getting his precious cock all messed up. So they needed a doctor to supply the necessaries.

Being a normal (although perverted) person, you might think it�s hard to find people to do what Uncle Bob needed? Well it�s not. There are perverts everywhere � doctors, nurses, police, politicians, business men and women, whatever. You name it and there�s someone out there dying to do it � for a price. And Uncle Bob seemed to know every scum bag and sex maniac in Manchester and further.

It took Uncle Bob only a couple of phone calls to have an appointment with his chosen medical help � a certain Dr. Stuart Radcliffe. A middle-aged, married general practitioner with two young kids of his own and ambitions towards serious incest, rape and torture.

My Dad and Uncle Bob took me along to the good doctor only 4 days after my first rape session � my birthday present if you remember. My pussy was still sore, but the bleeding had stopped after the second day, and I still had trouble walking normally. My ass was bruised from the spanking, but at least it didn�t hurt anymore when I sat down.

In the days after my first fucking both Uncle Bob and Dad had been satisfied with regular and frequent blowjobs, while watching the rape videos that they had made of me. They didn�t want to fuck me again until I�d been to the doctor, just in case they did permanent damage to my cunt and organs � how caring! So they were happy just to fuck my face instead. And I was relieved to have an easy way out as well, because my pussy was so fucking sore I felt like I had broken glass stuffed up me and bits of blood kept staining my panties � but mum never said a word when she washed my bloody underwear, maybe she thought I�d started my periods? And taking a pee or a shit � Jesus Holy Christ did that burn! I had to squat over the toilet and spread my little cunt lips wide to make sure none of the piss touched my bruised and battered skin. And for some damned reason every time I needed to squeeze out a turd the shit seemed to put pressure on my ripped pussy, making every shit-taking a nightmare.

So there I was on Monday afternoon, sitting in Dr. Radcliffe�s waiting room, wearing Dad�s idea of cute little girl clothes � a tight red t-shirt with little white bunnies and multi-coloured flowers embroidered over the front, a white cotton skirt that just reached about 6 inches above my knees (very short in other words), white ankle socks of course and red open-toe sandals. If I hadn�t kept my knees firmly pressed together you would have been able to see the black silk panties that Daddy had picked out for me, but pressed together they were. My bra of course matched the panties, but you couldn�t see any of that through the t-shirt, you would just have enjoyed glancing at my 30AA boobs and wondering just what it would be like to squeeze those firm, ripe apples.

Dr. Radcliffe had made the appointment for us to arrive after his other patients had gone and his receptionist had finished for the day. So we had him all to ourselves and we soon went through to his office. Now Dr. Radcliffe is not an impressive looking man, being 45 years old, already having a well developed hair hole and a bulging belly � the result of too many Rotary Club lunches and pints of beer in the local strip clubs. The good doctor was of course happily married � happy in the sense that he could screw whoever he wanted as long as his wife didn�t have to hear about it. He is also the father of two children, the oldest � a girl of 8 called Wendy, and a boy of 6 called Jason. As I was soon to find out Dr. Radcliffe had well developed plans for these poor little mites. If you like that kind of thing I�m sure you can imagine the sort of deprived acts he leeringly discussed with Uncle Bob and my Dad.

Once sitting comfortably in Dr. Radcliffe�s rather tatty office and having exchanged the usual British pleasantries about the weather, the price of beer and Manchester United�s chances for next season, we got down to business. At least the perverts did � I was just the object of the discussion and something to be negotiated over as to the level and frequency of abuse I was to endure as payment for the medical services they needed. Money was never mentioned in the discussion since it was clear from the start that the doctor expected payment in kind for his involvement. The question was just how little could Dad and Uncle Bob get away with in terms of my time with the doctor and which holes could he abuse during that time. The doctor had a particular wish to take advantage of my virgin anus and this was not on the table (so to speak) for Uncle Bob and Dad. They wanted to keep this prize for themselves, or at least to be able to auction my ass cherry off to the highest bidder � another great money-making idea from Uncle Bob.

So an agreement was reached and hands were shaken � I was to visit the doctor at his office or a place of his choice once per month, for a duration of 2 hours - for my check up and examination. He would provide all the prescriptions necessary for my contraception and if necessary arrange any abortions that may crop up if contraception failed. Should any sexual diseases be contracted, then he would take care of the treatment. If any other drugs or services were required from him then more time would be allocated or more services provided by me, to be negotiated at the time. On his part during the two hours per month he could take advantage of either my mouth or cunt, or any other part of my body, but he could not penetrate my ass with anything bigger than his finger. Nor could he inflict any permanent marks or damage on my body, but otherwise any torture was permitted. Bruises were allowed as long as they were not visible when I was in public or during school activities. He was also allowed to take photos or videos, but these could not be sold or distributed without my Uncle, or Dad�s permission. He was also not allowed to offer me to anyone else during the two hours. There�deal done, negotiations over � time to sample the merchandise.

So my first examination time had come and although I�m sure Uncle Bob and Dad were tempted to stay and watch, they decided to go off for a couple of beers and would come back in two hours. They reminded the doctor that I really did need examining and then took my prescription off to get my pill supply.

Give the doctor his credit, he did take his time and examine me thoroughly. After nicely asking me to strip he took my weight and blood pressure and he measured my height and physical statistics � maybe he over did the measuring of my boobs a bit, but he did act like a doctor. He was wearing a long white doctor�s coat so I couldn�t see the state of his cock, but from the way he was starting to sweat as I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head, shaking out my long black hair, and unzipped my skirt I would say he must have had the boner of his life. And yes I was doing it slowly � why? Because he only had 2 hours with me and every second I could keep him off me the happier I would be. So down came the zipper on my tight little skirt�so slowly�reaching behind me with both hands for the zipper and pushing out my boobs so that he got a good look. Wriggling my hips (if a 13 year old girl has hips!), I slipped the skirt down my long smooth legs�and his bulging eyes followed it down�down to my shoes�me bending with the skirt so that he can get an eye full of what�s in my bra.

I straightened up holding the skirt and looked around innocently for somewhere to put it � what a neat girl. I folded it nicely and set it down on the chair nearest the door. Five more minutes gone! Now for the bra�reaching behind to the clasp�licking my lips, �It�s so dry in here doctor, could I have a glass of water, please?� The clasp opens and I ease the shoulder straps down over my arms, the cups still snugly holding on to my boobs.

I thought he would pass out at this point; he was steaming and gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. God I was actually enjoying this strip tease! I wriggled my shoulders to shake off the bra and he gasped out loud as my cute little apples came into view � light brown orbs, tight and firm with slightly darker aureoles and cute little nubs standing up under the scrutiny of Dr. Radcliffe. The bra joined the skirt and still the seconds ticked by with no movement from the doc.

Putting one foot up on the chair nearest to him I bent down to take off my sandal, my boobs tantalising the hypnotised doctor�off with the sandal and then the little white ankle sock. Then the second shoe and sock followed, again placed neatly on the growing pile of clothes.

Now for the moment of truth though, I only had my panties left to delay with. Hooking a thumb into each side I began to wriggle the silky black underwear down, over my hot little ass. Over my hips�slow�must do it slowly�easing them down one side at a time�rocking them down my thighs�the crotch sticking to my pussy for a second as they slide down my long, smooth legs � long for a 13 year old anyway. Down to my knees now�lifting one foot, then the other as my nakedness is finally complete and the warm panties dangle from my finger. Neatly folded they too joined my skirt, t-shirt and socks on the pile.

Standing naked in front of the doctor�s desk he studied me from head to toe�paying particular attention to my boobs and pussy. He finally moved a hand and made a circling motion with his finger, �Turn around please Sonia,� he asked. And of course I was happy to make a slow turn so that he could take all the time he wanted to check out my ass.

Slowly he stood and came around the desk and pointed to his weighing scales � more time taken up with a real examination, but that meant really touching me, and that built up his confidence as he started stroking and squeezing his way through checking my breasts, taking the temperature in my mouth, my pussy and my ass! For God�s sake, who ever heard of taking a temperature that way? At least my blood pressure was normal, which is more than we can say about his I�m sure!

�Just hop up onto the examination couch Sonia and put your feet in the stirrups,� says the doc as we get to the part that I really wasn�t looking forward to, the pussy inspection. He slipped on a pair of transparent latex gloves � you know I�ve always found the taste of these gloves a turn on, like whenever I go to the dentist and he (or she) starts pushing these rubber-covered fingers around my mouth it just makes me so hot and I have to fight the urge to start sucking them. Do you feel like that? Anyway it�s not my mouth the old doc wants to poke around in, and he wastes no time pouring gel over his hands and sliding his fingers into my exposed hole. One, two and then a third finger�even with the gel this is stretching things to the limit. I can feel his fingers probing around inside my tender slit, my first ever deep exam. He grunts a couple of times like he�s found something worth digging at and then pulls out his fingers with a rude slurping sound � God that sound is just so rude, sort of like a wet fart when someone pulls out of a wet cunt or ass hole, I always get embarrassed when I hear it.

So next up (literally) is the speculum - cold but at least he lubricated it before sliding that damn torture device up my tight little snatch. Felt like I was being raped by some robot from Mars�and then my poor tight little slit is being stretched wider�.wider�Jesus Christ he�s going to split me in half! �Just relax and it won�t hurt a bit.� No it won�t hurt a bit, it hurts a fucking LOT! My screams echoed around the office and if anyone had been in the building they would have thought I was being slaughtered. But I was going nowhere, with my feet held up and legs spread wide enough to dislodge my joints. My hands gripped the sides of the couch for all they were worth.

�Now, now Sonia,� says Doc Pervert, �We can�t have you wriggling around like that, you might fall off the couch and hurt yourself.� So the doctor opens a drawer behind the couch and produces a set of thick black leather straps. With my mind occupied with the pain in my over-stretched cunt, he�s quickly able to fasten the straps around each wrist to a metal bar running under the seat of the couch. A third, longer strap is attached to both sides of the couch, across my neck � securing my head. From the same drawer he brings out a cute leather ring-gag, which he pushes into my gasping mouth and buckles behind my head. No room to move now and not much sound I can make either, just whooshing or oofing sounds like some damn retard. But the point was that I could make some sound, just not loud or coherent � that�s what he wanted, and a normal gag would have stopped me making any sound. Why was that important? Because he was going to whip me and he was going to get off on my hushed, but not blocked, screams!

Now it was the doc�s turn to strip and he did it a whole lot faster than I had. In 10 seconds flat he was naked except for his fucking socks � can you believe it, he kept his fucking socks on! I guess he hadn�t filled his toy collection at that time because the only thing he had to whip me with was the leather belt that had been holding his trousers up (pants for you Americans). And that was plenty, but at least he didn�t use the end with the buckle.

The first strike of a whip is not the worst you know? It comes as a shock, but it doesn�t hurt the most. To help increase the pain of the blows you need the victim to anticipate the pain and be waiting for it � almost feeling it before the whiplash lands. It�s in the mind of the victim, the extra pain. It�s true, try it.

I don�t think the doc had much experience of this sort of thing � maybe I was his first real chance to try out his fantasies. He landed some pretty hard lashes across my tits and stomach, and I tried to scream � just as he wanted me to, but he seemed to be holding back � unsure of what strength to put into each blow.

The first hit caught me just at the bottom of my breasts and the shock made me strain against the straps and my pussy contracted against the metal spreader still stuck up inside me�trying to push the fucker out of me. But the shock made me suck air in and I didn�t scream at all � the second blow an instant later landed across my stomach � and brought out all the air in a pathetic �Whoosh!� that turned into an even more stupid �Wooor!� sound as the last air left my lungs. He got into a bit of a rhythm after that and gave me a couple of seconds between lashes, so I could get my next breath ready for the almost-scream. And that is what increases the pain � the anticipation of the hit. The knowing it�s coming and the hopelessness of not being able to stop it. Helpless, even unable to scream or turn away from the blows. And I can see him standing there with the belt � naked, his little cock standing up hard against his pot belly. He�s sweating like a pig with the excitement and effort, swinging the belt again��Waugh�..augh�.augh!� Is all I can manage as the tears come pouring out and my half-gagged screams get cut off as I run out of breath and have to drag in another lung full of air.

But tears aren�t the only liquid that started to leak � it�s one of the odd things about me, when I take a beating sooner or later I start to pee. Not big gushing streams, but a little trickle, a few drops at a time as my bladder loses some of its control. And that started now�drops of pee falling from my strained pussy onto the doctor�s office carpet.

It didn�t take long for Herr Doktor to notice my leak and to my surprise he stopped the beating. At first I thought it was because he didn�t want the mess on his carpet, but no he pulled a stool over in front of my slowly leaking pussy and started taking out the metal intruder. Relief! He was a bit rough taking the damn thing out, but I wasn�t about to complain. What he did next really surprised me � I mean REALLY surprised me. He put his mouth to my slit and started lapping at the leaking piss! Now this really was a first for me. I�ve been made to drink a man�s pee before a few times, but I�ve never had anyone drinking mine.

He was pushing his face deeper into my slit now and trying to suck my pee hole, opening my lips with his thumbs�drinking right from the source you might say. I could feel him sucking at me and so I did him a favour � hey you like my pee, have more. So I let him have it, not all at once, just sort of opened the tap a little and let him slurp it down.

I guess this was a big thing for him and really got his motor running. As soon as he�d sucked down the last drop � and there was quite a lot � he stood up, boner in hand and just stuck it straight into the place his mouth had just left. Now his cock was pretty pathetic, but still my pussy was still quite raw from all the mauling that it had received lately and it took a fair amount of effort for him to stuff that skinny 6 incher into my cunny. But this was nothing like the fucking my Dad and Uncle Bob had given me, and old doc Radcliffe humped away for a couple of minutes, his hands squeezing and pulling at my titties, and then he was over the edge. And yes I could feel him inside me, of course I could�I felt every push, every pull back and then every spurt of his dirty cum inside my belly. The fuck lasted maybe 2-3 minutes maximum, so it was no big deal. But my tits and stomach were on fire from the belting. I was bright red from the neck to my pussy � and my pussy was pretty damn sore as well.

He pulled out of me as soon as he got his breath back, pulled out like all guys do, just leaving me with a gaping hole, empty, already leaking cum down from my cunt to my ass crack.

You know guys, once you�ve had your fun and blown your load you are pretty pathetic creatures. You lose all interest in the girl you just fucked, even if you promised her the universe if she would just let you into her pants. I guess that�s why you like hookers so much � no need for commitments. And I guess that�s why guys like me so much, because they can do what they want and just pull their cocks out without a thought. Am I right? You bet your wife I�m right � yeah that�s right, what are wives really for? Fucking � forget it, after the first 50 times it�s a drag right? Having kids - how many guys really give a shit about raising kids? Looking after the house and doing the shopping - it�s not worth it, cheaper to hire a maid. Am I right?

So the doc has blown his load and got his money�s worth. Now he can�t wait to get me out the door and the straps and gag come off fast enough to take the skin off my wrists and neck. He was gentleman enough to help me get my legs down from the stirrups and hand me some tissue for the cum that�s leaking down my ass and puddling on the couch. There wasn�t enough left up me to trickle down my legs, so waddling like a fucked duck I was able to get dressed without getting a mess on my clothes. Putting on my t-shirt hurt like hell, but I left my bra off because my tits were all swollen and it would never have fitted.

As soon as I was dressed the doc hustled me out of his office and into his waiting room � not as much as a single word was said. I guess he called my Dad because 15 minutes later he and Uncle Bob arrived to take me home. From the time Dad had left until he picked me up, the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I guess I got off easy, but the doc certainly found it easy to get off using me.

That was the first time with the doctor, but after that he was a quick learner and every time was a bit harder for me, a bit more painful and the sessions got started a whole lot faster. If you want I�ll tell you more about the doctor and his experiments, just let me know � maybe I�ll make him the subject of a whole story, not just a chapter, he would like that.

You know, when you are writing one of these stories you sort of get drained and find yourself wanting to wrap them up quickly. When I first wrote this down I had thought that I would end this chapter here, but as I was laying in bed the morning after writing it I started thinking about what happened after I had finished with the doctor and was on my way home. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and I was masturbating furiously as I remembered what had happened in the car after my Dad and Uncle Bob picked me up. And I thought, after I had cum, maybe you would like to read about it � maybe it would make you feel the way I did this morning?

So, we walked out to Uncle Bob�s car � a shiny new BMW 5 series, pale blue with soft leather seats. Uncle Bob always had nice things and he liked fast new cars � never really figured out where he got his money from though to buy them.

It was pretty clear to me as we walked that they had been on more than just beer while I had been with the doctor. Even though I was a bit preoccupied with my own aches and pains I could tell they were both pretty high. My Dad got in the driver's seat and Uncle Bob got in the back with me. I love the smell of new cars, especially the new leather and today there was more than just the new car smells, there was a fug of smoke from the joints that they had smoked on the way over to pick me up. A nice sweet smell that I often smelled around Uncle Bob when he was in one of his more relaxed moods.

With Uncle Bob�s arm around my shoulder we zoomed off into the evening traffic and Uncle Bob asked me to tell him everything about what had happened after they left me with the doctor � �Everything�, he said with a leer, �Every little detail of what he did to you and what you did.� So I did. I told them about the striptease, about the examination, about how he strapped me to the couch and about the whipping. When I told him about that part he told me to lift up my t-shirt so he could see the marks and swellings. He whistled when he saw how swollen and red my breasts were and he gently cupped my left breast in his right hand and massaged my poor little nipple � which happily responded to his touch by stiffening for him. He liked that and stroked a bit harder, then switched to my other nipple and got that to stand to attention as well.

I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he liked my story and he told me go on, with every detail. So then I told him about how the doctor had lapped up my pee and sucked down every drop from my bladder as I lay there strapped to his examination couch. That part nearly caused an accident as my Dad hadn�t been paying attention to the driving and nearly ran into a truck turning into a side street. A few nasty words were exchanged between Dad and Uncle Bob about driving tests and road safety and we were back into the story again. But Uncle Bob kept coming back to the pee drinking part and he seemed fascinated by it. After I had been over every detail at least 3 times he had to have some release, his cock was just too painful cramped into his jeans.

�Come on baby� he says, �time to help Uncle Bob relax after a hard day.� And he pointed down at his zip. Now you should know that Uncle Bob always liked me to do all the work around satisfying him. You might have noticed that in my first chapter when Uncle Bob made me rape myself on his cock? Yes, he is a lazy bastard and likes to add to my humiliation by having me make all the moves. So cock sucking often starts by me having to undo his zipper and extract the cock that is going to abuse me. That�s what happened now and with both hands I reached down and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zip. Since his cock was applying full pressure on the material it was quite a job getting him open. But I�ve got small, delicate hands and longer slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around a cock, or opening zips under pressure.

Uncle Bob has a pretty good figure (for his age � 43 at that time, my Dad was 37) and his beer gut is smaller than my Dad�s. He�s also not so hairy. And, very important for trying to give blowjobs in cars, he wears cool, ball hugging underwear that slips down easily. He lifted his ass to help me get his underwear and jeans down to his knees, and there was Uncle Bob�s trouser snake ready for action � as usual.

The traffic was pretty heavy as we drove along and we were going pretty slow, from one traffic light to the next, crawling along really. So it was easy for me to just lean down and take his cock head into my mouth, left hand cupping his balls, right hand holding the root of his shaft. Giving a blowjob in a fast moving car can be a bit awkward if the road is bumpy or there are lots of bends. You either end up doing unexpected deep throat, or half biting off the poor guy�s member. Very risky. But no worries right now, it was a routine, well practised exercise of my tongue and suction � at least it started that way.

I had given Uncle Bob my bra as we got into the car � I didn�t need it and I had no pockets to put it in. But now Uncle Bob found a use for it � that is he reached down and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with my bra. So there I am sitting beside him on his left, but half turned towards him with my head buried in his lap and my hand bound behind me. Believe me this is not an easy to position to work in and requires balance and strong neck muscles, as well as good sucking technique to keep the cock where it needs to be. Fortunately (if I can say that), Uncle Bob was only using my mouth to warm up on. He wanted a fuck and of course I had to do all the work. He pulled my up by my hair and said, �Time to saddle up sweetie, let�s see if you can ride Uncle Bob all the way home.�

With my hands tied it wasn�t easy and I was glad that Uncle Bob�s car had darkened windows or else half of Manchester would have witnessed my ass riding Uncle Bob�s cock. With a little (a very little) help Uncle Bob positioned me over his cock, my head bent under the roof of the car and my knees on the seat either side of his waist. He did lower his ass on the seat just to give my legs space to get in the right position to mount him. And he did hold his cock for me�putting it against the entrance to my cunt and rubbing his pre-cum and my saliva up and down my pussy lips.

�Ok baby, take it� he says. So of course I obliged him, letting my weight sink down onto his shaft, but doing it really, really slowly, letting my pussy stretch open with each inch of his cock. Even driving along slowly the streets of Manchester aren�t that smooth and each bump pushed his cock in that bit further. Dad was watching in the rear-view mirror and Uncle Bob reminded him to keep his fucking eyes on the road.

Now you�ve got to remember that although I�ve given hundreds of blowjobs and hand jobs over the years, this was only my 4th fuck. And I�m still only 13 so my pussy was really, really tight. But I had just been opened by the good doctor and fucked (fuck number 3), so it was a bit easier to fit Uncle Bob in this time. And it was a bit less painful since there was some of the doctor�s gel and a bit of his cum still up there, helping me along a bit.

By using my legs it was pretty easy to control the rhythm of the fuck, even with the bumping and turning of the car. It helped that Uncle Bob�s cock was big enough to stay up my cunt even with the rough ride � trying to ride a little skinny cock like this would be impossible, it would just keep slipping out.

So with my t-shirt pushed up Uncle Bob�s hands had free access to my bruised and battered boobs, and he took full advantage with his tweaking and squeezing. And for him it was a pretty fast fuck because we hadn�t been at it more than 10 minutes when he started grunting and thrusting harder into me, hands on my hips now, and his cock started pumping and spurting into my tight cunt tube.

The hardest part about a fuck like this is getting off a still-hard cock! With my hands still tied and Uncle Bob still pretty hard, it was like a contortionist act to lift my ass off him and get it back onto the seat next to him. And that�s when something really odd happened � if you didn�t think it was odd enough for an under-age girl�s uncle to be fucking her on the back seat of a car driven by her father!

Like I said, Uncle Bob liked his cars and he liked to keep them clean, so as soon as my well-fucked ass touched his back seat he goes ballistic!

�What the fuck are you doing you stupid slut?� He screamed, and my Dad almost crashed again for the 20th time. �Stop the fucking car.� He yelled at my Dad, �The bitch is leaking all over my leather seats�.

So Dad zoomed into the first side-street he could find and skidded to a stop. Out he jumped and leaped to my door, wrenching it open. �Get out you moron.� Dad screamed into my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the door.

�Holy fuck! Look at that mess on my leather. She�s leaked cum all over it. You FUCKING BITCH!�

He was in a real state. Angrier than I�d ever seen him. Probably made worse because he was still pretty high from the drugs he�d been on. I was just standing at the side of the car shaking with fear. I could tell my Dad was pretty scared too because he was all white and just kept saying �Take it easy Bob, she didn�t mean it.� And at least he stood between me and Uncle Bob; otherwise I think he would have kicked the shit out of me.

�Well it was your stupid bitch that made the fucking mess so you had better clean it up.� Was Uncle Bob�s answer, and he stood over my Dad with his fists clenched.

So my Dad pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the leather seat. �Not like that you fucking queer.� Says Uncle Bob with a sick grin on his face, �I know you like the taste of cum now and again, so let�s see you clean it properly � with your fucking tongue!�

My Dad went tomato red and opened his mouth to argue, but I think he saw Uncle Bob was in a mood for a fight and Dad would have been no match for him. So, like I was dreaming or something, Dad bends down and starts licking up the mix of his brother�s cum and my pussy juice that had dripped and been smeared all over the back seat.

While I�m standing there with my mouth open like an idiot, Uncle Bob has whipped out his camera and is filming Dad lapping and sucking at the cum I�ve leaked. And Dad starts to really get into it, rubbing his cock through his trousers as he slides his tongue over the wet leather upholstery.

So there�s this unbelievable scene � while my Uncle sticks his camera through the door on the other side, my Dad goes at the seat until it�s shiny and clean as new again. But of course now my Dad has a boner again and needs taking care of.

�Let�s do that again you fucking homo, only this time lets get the whole thing on cam.� Says Uncle Bob. �Sonia, you can jerk off good old Johnny-boy, right there on my seat and then Daddy can clean it up, good as new � OK?�

Now this is just sooooo weird, but we get ourselves set � right there in this side-street where anyone could pass by. Dad�s standing at the open door, his zip open and cock out, me crouching on the car floor behind the passenger seat � and Uncle Bob is filming the crazy scene from the other side of the car.

So I take Daddy�s boner in my right hand and start wanking him, nice and slow � for the camera. The back seat light is on so everything looks good for Uncle Bob�s masterpiece. Dad is well gone and is just oozing pre-cum all over my hand. I reach under his balls with my left hand to help him get there and after only a couple of minutes I can feeling him tightening-up, getting ready to shoot, his cum boiling out of his balls.

I moved my left hand quickly out of the way so the cum didn�t land on me and just used my right hand to milk him as he came, squeezing his load out and aiming into the middle of the back seat. The first spurts though reached almost all the way to Uncle Bob and splattered the full length of the back seat. Anybody can say what they want, but I know how to give a great hand-job and get every last drop of cum from a man�s balls!

So that was the first part of Uncle Bob�s script, now we needed the pervy part. We needed Daddy to clean up his own mess.

Now I know a lot of you guys get turned on at the idea of being made to lick up your own cum, but mostly that�s while you have a hard cock and haven�t unloaded. Once you have dumped your load it�s a whole new story and it�s only a real pervert that will REALLY get down and enjoy licking up his own hot cum.

So I guess my Dad really is special because he got down there with his face still all sweaty from the orgasm and started cleaning that leather seat like he was a porn super star. All I had to do was lean back against the seat behind me and let Uncle Bob get his close-ups as Dad scooped up the cum load with his tongue, displayed it nicely for the camera and then swallowed. I couldn�t have done it any better. Dad did a great job of finding and cleaning up every drop and polishing the leather seat to perfection.

Now you�ve got to admit that this would be memorable to a young girl, seeing her Dad for the first time do something that was pretty �gay�. And I can�t say I really looked at Dad the same way after that. I think that it must have marked a turning point for Dad too because I witnessed many other gay acts by him over the next years, usually with young boys and often with shocking violence and even �snuff� for the boys during or after he fucked them. I�ll put some of this in later chapters for you �bi� guys. Let me know if you want more.

This might not be as risque as some of the other confessions on here, but at least it does have the virtue of being true.

This all happened over the course of the summer of 2001. I was 16 at the time, and because I failed two classes in the 10th grade, I had to attend summer school. However, because my house was a bit far from the nearest school bus stop (they cut down on stops during the summer), I had to get rides to and from school every day. My dad used to give me rides, but after the first three weeks, but about three weeks in, his job needed him to work early Saturday morning. At that point our neighbor from the next apartment over, Janice, volunteered to give me rides so long as my dad didn't mind helping her out with gas money.

Anyway, the first few times were uneventful, but on the third day she drove me in, Janice was obviously trying to corrupt me. She was telling me all the intimate details about her dates with strange men, the weird, kinky sex she got into.

I didn't exactly live a sheltered life, but Jan said stuff I never heard anyone say before. By the end of the first week, she had me so embarrassed that I told my dad I didn't feel comfortable with her driving me anymore. He asked me to elaborate, and I did, and he told me he would take care of it. He left the apartment, came back about an hour later, and told me that she apologized and wouldn't be so open about her sex life in the car with me again.

And she wasn't. She apologized to me, told me that she didn't mean to upset me, that she didn't have many friends to share this with, and that really got to me. So, I told her it was ok, that I had to grow up sometime. Just tell me all the details, spare nothing. After the next few weeks of hearing her talk about her sex escapades, I was starting to get really into what she was saying.

One Friday, she told me on the way home that last night, her date forced his cock so far into her throat that she felt light headed, and he held her down on him until she started to turn purple and pass out. She said her face was burning and felt like pins and needles were stabbing into her, and her throat felt like it was going to burst, and even without touching herself, these sensations made her have one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

That night, my dad got home from work late and I ate dinner at Jan's place. He came over to tell me he was home, and Jan handed him his cell phone, as he left it there the night before. I put two and two together immediately. My dad was the one that force fucked Jan's throat.

I slowly started to realize that all that time, Jan had been telling me about the times my dad had been fucking her in all these strange and twisted ways. She saw that I realized what she was doing, and she got this wicked grin on her face. I ran out of the apartment, and my dad wasn't clueless. He realized that the storytelling went on far longer than Jan had told him it would.

He came after me, but I was mortified. At first. Then, late that night, I went to apologize for giving him the silent treatment earlier in the evening, and I caught him masturbating on his bed to a muted porn video. His cock was just as she described it. Big and veiny and shiny, with a slightly larger knob than normal.

I had only seen a few in person by that time, but despite the fact that it was my dad's junk, I was immediately aroused. Also, of course, disgusted with myself. I crept away and went back to bed, but I masturbated hard that night, and I held my breath while I did it.

I didn't talk to Jan the rest of the summer, but I ran into her on the way to my apartment around Thanksgiving, and she asked me in for a minute. I agreed, uncomfortably, not because I was mad at her for doing my dad, or for her many times going into sick detail about how he felt inside her, but for how all that made me feel... that she made me think of my dad as a sexual object and not just as a parent and a friend.

She made me coffee and we sat down on her couch, and she told me that she loved my dad, and that he wouldn't talk to her anymore because of me. I freaked out. I didn't mean to stop him from being happy.

I cried and hugged me and told me she was sorry. She said she was sick for getting off on telling me about him, and she wanted to get help, but she was afraid of what people in her life would say if they found out how perverted she was. I then admitted to her that I saw my dad's cock and masturbated thinking of him throat fucking her. I told her that I was a pervert, too, and that I had no right to hold her back from being with my dad.

While I was admitting all this, I realized how hot I was getting, and how wet. I suddenly was aware of how close Jan was to me. I felt her breath on my skin, my sweat cooling against me where she exhaled. And I caught her eyes, and they were looking at my lips, and I couldn't help but look down to hers. And we were getting closer.

So, we kissed, and we groped, and she licked my neck and bit my lower lip and fucked my mouth with her tongue. It was not my first time with a girl, but it was not just a girl.

It was a girl that my dad had fucked. It was a MOUTH that my dad had fucked, in fact. I was tasting the tongue that tasted my dad's dick, and that sent me into a sexual frenzy. We tore each other's shirts off and she grabbed and pushed my tits together, pinched and flicked my nipples, pushed her knee between my legs and rubbed it up and down against me.

Then her phone rang, and it was my dad looking for me. I threw on my shirt and went home, and told my dad that we had a long talk, and I forgave her, and I thought he should, too. I moved in with my mom that fall because my dad got recalled to active duty after 9/11. He died in Afghanistan. I've never seen Jan since, either. She didn't show up to the funeral, probably because of how wrong it would have been, considering what happened between us.

I have never told anyone about this before. I only confess it here because I have been carrying it with me ever since. I'm 26 now, and I wish I could track Janice down, but I haven't had any luck. I just want her to know it's okay, that I'm fine, and that all is forgiven.

Anyway, thanks for reading this, if you bothered past the first paragraph. Sorry it was so long winded, but like I said, this isn't a story, it's true.

Going to my aunt and uncle’s house

I was smoking pot and driving around aimlessly after work on a Sunday when I found myself on my aunt and uncle’s street. My grandmother was staying with them in a cool situation where she could watch over things and live rent free and not be alone as she was getting a little frail. My aunt had MS and was now confined to bed and had lost some mental capacity so my grandmother could sit with her as well. My grandmother was so much fun that I kind of searched her out when I was high just to share a couple smokes with and have some laughs.

I approached the front door and I had to laugh at the somewhat strange architectural details that my over active uncle had recently added to the house. Even though he was a close minded Reaganite I had to give it to him, two, sometimes three jobs and still found time to tinker on both his house and his cars. I heard loud music from the door but still knocked just to be polite. With no answer I just walked around the side to my aunt’s room as there was a patio there with a sliding glass door. When I approached I could see that my grandmother was asleep next to my sleeping aunt. I just could not bring myself to rap on the door and scare the hell out of my grandmother. So I retraced my steps to the front door and tried the door, it was surprisingly open, I let myself in.

As I walked in the music I heard was now blasting from my younger cousin’s room. My cousins had always just existed out there, somewhere, I was not that close to either of them. The older of the two had just recently married a born again Christian whom I thought was a sociopath. The younger of the two sisters had just recently moved back from her aunt’s house because this school district was better and grandmother was now here to look after her. The last time I was here her sister had serenaded me with Neil Diamond from the same room that this monstrous sound emanated from. I was not that surprised as my grandmother had told me over the phone that this younger cousin was a wild one strutting about in barely nothings that were inappropriate for such a young girl.

Then it struck me this was My Band’s record that was blaring down the hall. I approached her door and knocked saying” hey it’s me, sorry but I just let myself in” and “what’s up Lynn?” There was a little noise and whispering before she turned down the music and opened the door. As I stepped in I was surprised to see she had a friend over, it seemed I had stepped into a make-up party. I was feeling pretty full of myself at this moment....I was pretty sure she did not realize I was in the band she was just listening to so loudly…we were a bit obscure with credits and the other singer worked at a popular record store and was the public face of the band. I knew she had never seen us play and I was sure I would have picked her friend out of the crowd if she had seen us. I said “hey I sing that song”

They were both skeptical, though my cousin had an inkling that I was in a band she did not realize that I was that guy that she had heard so much about. I had a reputation as a lady’s man some deserved some just gossip. I matured slowly in high school so these early twenties were the time to make up for lost time. After a bit of questioning and a singing demonstration they realized the truth …I was the nameless and as yet faceless object of their desires.

Sheila her friend was the first to realize that I was not fucking with them. She went from inquisitor to flirt in less than 50 seconds, it was great. I slowly sat down on the desk chair as the two of them aimlessly twirled around the room in that weird uncomfortable dance that people do. They were both so cute, Sheila had on an oversized t shirt that came to her mid thigh, and the thin material accentuated her breasts which did not appear to be restrained in any way. Lynn was wearing a wife beater style t shirt that readily showed her smallish breasts that were topped by large nipples that were beginning to be engorged by both the awkwardness and revelations of the past couple of minutes. Her butt was barely covered by satin panties that were not appropriate as my grandmother had earlier informed me. I was getting a little hard for sure, I was glad I was sitting down.

Lynn was the first to break the odd silence she asked if I had seen grandma or her mom yet, I told her they were both asleep she and Sheila cracked up wondering how they could sleep through their private rock show. I had to laugh as well. I then asked them what they had been up to and they told me they were just checking out some new make up that they had just bought. Coming closer to me Sheila asked me which lipstick I preferred she bent over so I could more readily see the difference between her soft pink upper lip and her more frosty pink lower lip. As she did so I was treated to a wonderful view down the oversized t shirt. I asked her to move in the light to better see the difference in her lipstick giving me a better view as one entire breast came into view with the most perfect areola; pinkish and puffy like it had further to grow. Her auburn hair was lit from behind and as she fluttered her eyelashes and sniffled her turned up nose I felt like I was in the company of an angel. I was trying to be cool and I stammered out something about the color not being as important as the taste…how punk huh?

She kissed me quickly and asked me to lick my lips. I liked the pale color more, it was less make up tasting....she smiled and said cool she thought it was less tacky too. My cousin was getting agitated by the attention I was giving Sheila so she declared herself hungry and walked out of her room to go to the kitchen. I hesitated but figured if grand ma did wake up it was better to be in the kitchen with my cousin than in her room with this hot little chick. I walked into my wacky uncle’s idea of a useable kitchen; all the food was organized into plastic bins stored above the counter too high for anyone but him. My cousin was standing on the counter trying to get the cereal bin down. As I approached my head was at the same level as her knees I gazed up at her tight satin panties covering her mound. It seemed as though she had pulled them up before climbing up, I suppose to close any butt gaps, the end result was even hotter as her labia was clearly outlined in the thin material. Another side effect of her garment adjustment was a splay of curly blond pubic hair which peaked out from either side between her legs. As I approached she stumbled back a bit from the weight of the bin. I moved forward quickly and without thinking raised my hand up to steady her, grabbing a handful of her lovely melon shaped buttocks my hand kind of slid under her panty as I steadied her. My cock was semi hard again.

She laughed and said it must be because “I just smoked some weed with Sheila before you got here… can you help me down?’ Sure I replied not sure how to hold this scantily clad cousin of mine to bring her down off the counter. I decided legs would be best so I picked her up and slid her down my chest to the floor. This would have been pretty innocent except she put her arms around my head as I did this and her mound was smashed into my face as she shifted her weight towards me then her pretty and taut belly then her erect nipples and finally her beautiful face and blonde hair that smelled of fresh apples. My cock was very hard and straining against my thin vintage khakis. She leaned into me and whispered ‘you are the rock star’

She turned away just as quickly and walked to the fridge to get some milk for her cereal. Sheila turned the corner and jumped up on the counter beside where I was standing. ’whatcha eating Lynn’
She asked absently even though it was pretty obvious. She then pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. I gazed down at her angelic face and realized that she was flashing me an unobstructed view of her transparent white panties barely covering her auburn pubic hair and perfect lips protruding between her thighs. She was looking at me intently to see where my gaze was falling I somehow looked her in the eye until she broke off our stare down to ask for a taste of Lynn’s cereal. She pulled her knees apart and gave me an even more expansive view, as I stared I could barely make out a slightly dark patch forming between her delineated lips. By now I was pressed against the counter to keep my prick from being the next topic of conversation. Lynn was now talking about a new ‘New Order’ album she had just bought and asked me if I had heard it yet. I hadn’t because I had not gotten used to the idea that Ian Curtis had died. She said I should just listen to it.

Off we went back to her bedroom; I followed so as to hide my willful penis. I fell into the desk chair again and brought one leg up to sort of even out the situation. Lynn put the album on and cranked the volume again. It was catchy and very danceable. Lynn then reached down to grab Sheila’s hand and pull her up to begin dancing. At first it was a normal new wave dance thing not that sexy except for their beautiful jiggling breasts moving to the beat. Then Sheila shimmied over to where I was sitting; at first she tugged on my arm to join them then giving up and just dancing with my arm. The first song ended and she wrapped my arm around herself and sat on my lap as if to rest between cuts. The second song started and I expected her to get up but instead she turned around and gave me the strangest and hottest look. She stood and walked over to my cousin and whispered something in her ear that made Lynn giggle and smile followed by an emphatic affirmative nod of her head.

Lynn then walked over towards me, she gently but firmly took my raised leg and pushed it down and put my hands to my side like a stripper preparing me for a lap dance. Flashdance aside where did my innocent little cousin come up with this special knowledge? I stopped wondering and just started enjoying the view as she backed off and turned around and began gyrating her hips to the techno beat. Side to side then back and forth I watched as her perfect little melon shape buttocks moved and shook. I looked over towards Sheila but she was busy with some scissors transforming her shapeless t shirt into a new wave micro mini skirt. First she cut a large v shape into the neck then skillfully removed the short sleeves shaping it more like a loose fitting wife beater then through a series of knots she tightened up the bottom half into a formfitting mini dress.

My cousin was now facing me and stepping closer as she did so she ran her fingers up her ribcage and lightly brushed her nipples which were erect and begging for attention. She leaned towards me and placed her hands on my thighs and swiftly brushed her breasts against my face. It was amazing the will power and restraint I was showing but she was my cousin and she was a little jail baitish. Next she lowered herself onto one of my thighs, facing me she looked directly in my eyes as she lightly pressed her barely covered sex back and forth across the length of my thigh. Her mini skirt completed Sheila now stood a few feet behind Lynn with a look of anticipation that was indescribable; her puffy nipples were pressed against the thin t shirt material pulled tight from her skillful knotting. She had also cut an egg shaped hole which showed off her tan tummy and her breasts were dangerously close to exposure from the work she had done cutting off the sleeves. Lynn got up and tagged Sheila to continue the performance. She was more than ready striding confidently towards me she first leaned over and gave me the obligatory face smush with her breasts then turned around and started shaking her ass as she pulled up her newly minted skirt to expose those cute translucent white panties that were just a puff between the tan lines from her bathing suit. The look was delicious.

She shook her ass to the beat swaying back and forth, I was hypnotized. Slowly she worked her way back closing the distance between us until her ass was inches from my knees. She then straddled my legs and smashed her ass into my stomach and slowly rode up to my lower chest. She was on her tiptoes and her face was on my knees her arms were stretched along my calves with her hands loosely holding my ankles to steady herself.

The view left me breathless. The small dark patch had grown, her panties now wet with desire, one of her breasts pressed against my upper thighs had come free from the loose t shirt I could feel her nipple on my knees. I was beginning to lose control. The music stopped. She slid down my chest and sat on my hard prick rather unceremoniously. Just like a stripper during break I half expected her to light a smoke. Were these girls teasing me or were they for real? My mind was reeling.

The next song was a ballad of sorts and the answers to my questions came in short order. She stood up and reached down taking me by the hand to the bed and sat me down on the edge for the next level of couch dance as now she had footing on both sides of me. First she knelt with her thighs on either side of me and gave me a longer and more meaningful face full of her breasts holding each erect and puffy nipple in turn next to my mouth though still restrained by the t shirt her breasts seemed to come alive with an independent mind. Her nipples kept getting harder with each passing second my hot breathe giving them just the sensory feed back that they craved. I was pretty much consumed by these developments until I felt hands moving up and down my thighs I looked around the side of Sheila to see my cousin kneeling down in front of me.

Sheila pushed me back and shifted herself up till she was sitting on my chest, a whole different view all new sensations. By now I was pretty sure it was game on I could feel my cousin sitting on my thigh pressing her heated and probably wet pussy in a slow grind her fingers were tracing the out line of my cock throbbing against my thin pants. Sheila’s pussy was encased in her wet gauzy panties which were drawn tighter still from sliding up my torso. So close to my face I could smell her desire and see the outline of her clitoris rising from her swollen and glistening lips. With my new take on things I began to use my hands to get acquainted with these now obviously seductive and nubile princesses. Any thoughts I had about this being an elaborate tease were erased when my cousin effortlessly unzipped my fly and freed the snake. My hands went straight for Sheila’s breasts freeing them easily through the newly created t shirt design scraping my fingers across her puffy nipples this brought out a moan of pleasure that I had been waiting for, my other hand searched for my cousin’s ass to push her pussy harder into my thigh her now soaked underwear wetting my khakis. I brought my hand down across Sheila’s abdomen until it rested at the ribbon that ran across the top of her panties she was now moving again pushing her way up until her dripping pussy was directly over my face. I noticed that whatever liquid desire that was not absorbed by her panties was beginning to run down her inner thigh with my tongue I licked this trickle just for a taste of what was to come. She moaned again and greedily pulled her panty to the side exposing her glistening auburn silky pubic hair and her engorged labia. My tongue immediately reached up to brush against her pussy lips. She trembled with excitement I flicked the tip of my tongue across her erect clitoris it was as if my tongue had become an electric prod each touch setting off wave after wave of new love juice and spasm. My cousin meanwhile had finished with her feathery strokes on my dick and was now licking my crown like an ice cream cone this was quite nice. I finally freed up my hand to begin slowly fingering Sheila’s tight and wet puddle of desire alternating gentle licks across her lips with teasing flicks on her clitoris. This began to take on a rhythm of its own she was panting and murmuring over head. Using my thumb on her clitoris I finally stopped the tease and pushed the button setting off a tremendous orgasm through her body. My cock was ready to explode but I really wanted to fuck these chicks now but my cousin was really going to town on an amazing blow job. Sometimes you can just tell the difference between a technically good blow job and a love blow job this was all love and lust greedy without needless speed absolutely perfect. I came. As I came back to my senses I could hear my grand mother shuffling down the hall toward Lynn’s room. Lynn bolted upright and quickly opened the window pulling in the screen in one deft motion. I climbed out thinking I was probably not the first to use this mode of exit. Bummer I did not get to talk to Grand ma but what the hell I can always come back.

I confess that my sister and I had sex (once) 3 years ago, but things started long before that, and I have a feeling they're not over...

Let me begin by saying I'm positive that most incest "confessions" online (at least those supposed to be erotic) are fake. They all start with some cliché situation, cheesy dialogue that the author somehow remembers word for word, and only seem written for the entertainment of others. Maybe it's more obvious to me, but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. So, let me at least promise you that I'm not drooling at I write this, concocting some half-assed story to get your attention. I'm writing this because I've never told anyone, and I just need to put the words out there. I thought a site like this would be a good place to do it, as our identities can stay anonymous. (And on that note, no I will not a post a picture of her or me for "proof." After confessing something like this, I'm not going to risk either of our identities and potentially ruin our lives.)

With that said, I guess I should start with the basics. I'm now 20 years old, and my sister is two years younger than I am. In the fall I'll be in my third year of college and she'll be starting college, but I'll get to that later. I'll try to sum up our relationship from the beginning: we were kind of typical siblings when we were younger. Being a boy, I couldn't relate to her all that much... we had different friends, were interested in different things, and only really hung out together when we did things as a family. I tried to assert myself as the older brother sometimes, and while I feel bad about it now, I admit I was kind of mean to her. Not overly mean, but the typical sort of sibling bullying and rivalry you'd expect, I suppose.

Our relationship started to change around the time she was 12 and I was 14. I had always thought of her as just a girl who happened to be my sister. I never really tried to bond with her before, or even see the similarities between us. But she started to come out of her shell in middle school, getting her own identity, dressing a certain way, hanging out with certain people, and I realized that she was actually pretty cool. Now, when I say "cool" I don't mean popular or trendy. If anything, she was kind of nerdy with a small group of similar friends (like me). So to me, she was a cool person - someone I'd actually want to talk to and hang out with. It's not like I immediately just took an interest in her, but we gradually started talking more and wasting time together. If she was reading in her room, I might bring a book of my own in or my Gameboy, and we'd sit around. When I was on the computer, she'd sometimes sit on my bed and talk to me. It wasn't like a desperate need to talk or for attention; we were just realizing that we actually enjoyed each other's company.

Within a year or so, we were close. She was inviting me to hang out with her friends when they went to the mall, and I was comfortable telling her the sort of things I would only tell my best friend, or sometimes not even him. At the same time, I was starting to see that she was becoming a really pretty girl. I won't go into too much detail, but I'll just say that she has a very cute, sweet look, along with beautifully full lips (something I'm a sucker for). I was kind of glad her friends were a tight knit group of mostly unpopular kids, because I thought she was attractive and funny enough to get a lot more attention if she wanted to, and I didn't want her with that sort of crowd. Anyway, all this made me want to keep spending time with her, and I even found myself wishing she weren't my sister, because she was exactly the sort of girl I'd want to go out with.

Fast forward another year. We're on our annual family vacation, on our way to our main vacationing spot. It was a two-day trip, so the first night required a stay in a small hotel that was on the way. Before we got there, my dad had said that he booked two adjoining rooms, but each room only had one king bed. He said the hotel could probably bring in one of those rolling, unfolding beds for us, but I told him it was okay. (Side-note: I almost always sleep better on hard surfaces. Even when I was little, I often preferred to sleep on the floors of hotels, as the beds were too soft and I couldn't sleep. I assumed I would just do the same thing this time, even if there were another bed available.) When it was time to stay at the hotel that night, I was dragging a pillow and blanket onto the floor for myself when my sister laughed at me and told me I should just sleep on the bed. I told her I'd probably hate it anyway, and it was fine for her to have it to herself. But she insisted that I might as well try it, since it was more than big enough for two people, and I could always go to the floor if I didn't like it. I agreed that it was worth a shot, and just like that I found myself sleeping next to her in bed.

Now, this in and of itself was not weird or problematic. We weren't even touching, and she falls asleep a lot quicker than I do. However, much later that night, I awoke to find myself cuddled up against her, my mouth at her neck. It took me a moment to realize what had happened, since I'd obviously been asleep, but I was horrified at the idea that I'd been unconsciously kissing her. I was praying I was wrong, and for one long minute I just stayed there, frozen, hoping she'd roll over or something. Then, almost like a dream, I felt her nuzzle up against me and whisper...

"More."

I couldn't tell if she was asleep or if she was consciously talking to me, so I responded, "What?"

She paused, then spoke a little louder and more clearly, as if proving she was awake. "Keep kissing my neck. It feels good."

If anything more was said that night, I don't remember it. But I distinctly remember doing as she asked, and I kissed along her neck for a long time. I sucked at it a little, kissed up to her cheek and back down, doing the only thing she'd given me permission to do. And all the while, she lay there, sometimes snuggling her body into mine and grabbing my hand, holding it. I didn't know if she wanted anything else, but she was clearly awake and as happy as I was. After maybe 10 minutes (it felt much longer, but I'm trying to be objective), she turned to face me, and caught my lips with hers in a soft kiss. I couldn't believe what was happening, but there was no way I was going to ignore it. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could feel it. I kissed her back slowly. I had only kissed one girl before, so I didn't even know if I was doing it well, but I held her in the kiss, trying my best to make her happy. Neither of us broke the kiss, and it gradually developed into one long make-out session. I can't tell how long it lasted, but it felt like it was hours. We were both inexperienced, but I knew we had almost perfect chemistry; it was like we knew what we both liked, and I couldn't have imagined anyone being better. Throughout the night, I had such an obvious erection, and she obviously felt it, but we ignored it and made out until we were so exhausted we had to stop and get some rest.

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This story contains a rape.

Laura and I have just been to see a fairly unfunny comedy at the movies and are heading back to her parents house as they are out of town. Laura�s parents own a few houses, being fairly well off but this was by far the coziest, it was a little place just out of town near a forestry. It�s pretty much certain that we�re going to have sex tonight, apart from the fact Laura�s been rubbing my leg and looking at me seductively all the way through the film, we always end up having a good night when we come to this place. Laura�s eighteen, two years younger than me and she�s without a doubt one of the most beautiful girls I�ve ever seen. As I drive in through the gates and up to the house Laura points out of the passenger window asking �Chris who are they?� Oddly there�s a van parked up alongside the house with two guys studying the car as we approached. Who are these guys? It�s ten o�clock at night.

We got out the car I shouted over asking them who they are.

�Is Mrs. Payne in?� One of them shouts over.
�No sorry, I�m here daughter� who are you?� she shouts back.

I can�t help but be pissed off as I notice one of the guys giving her the once over, looking quite happy with what he sees. I�m not sure whether she notices this. The one guy who�s shouted over has short dark hair and is around 5ft 10. The other guy, who�s currently looking at Laura, is about the same height but has slightly longer hair, also dark. They�re both pretty good-looking guys, which, to be honest, pisses me off a little more than it might have otherwise.

�I�m Phillip Green, a friend of your fathers from work�, he shouts back, �O don�t worry, if you just tell him I came round?�
They seemed a little odd but Laura nodded and assured them she would all the same, telling them they should be back in two days.

With that both of them start to head back toward the van and we make our way inside. It�s freezing outside, being November, and we�re met with a rush of warm air. That�s what I love about this place, it�s perfect for a winters night.

�I�ll make a coffee�, I shout to Laura as I make my way into the kitchen while she rushes upstairs to use the bathroom.

The smell of fresh coffee starts to fill the kitchen. However, as I make my way toward the living room I notice the van still parked up alongside the house. Just as I�m about to make my way toward the window too see why they�re still hanging around there�s a knock at the door. Looking out of the window I can see it�s the guys we�d just spoken too. With a sigh I turn and head towards the door, really just wanting to be left alone. I hear Laura shouting down to me as I open the door. Then nothing.

Raping The Girlfriend

As my eyes slowly open I can feel a sharp pain in my head. I feel disorientated. What the hells going on? There�s something soft under me. I go to move my hand to rub my head but I�m unable to move, both of my hands having been tied behind my back with rope�. So have my legs. As I open my eyes fully things begin to come into focus. We�re in Laura�s bedroom and to my horror Laura�s lying in the middle of the floor naked apart from a pair of knee high black boots that she hadn�t been wearing before. Laura�s body is hot to say the least, we�ve been together a year and she still drives me crazy. She�s around 5 ft 5, slim, but has amazing curves, big breasts and one hell of an ass. It�s weird but I love how smooth her skin feels, her blue eyes and the way her long dark hair falls down over her shoulders. But now she�s lying naked, making a few futile attempts to move, in the middle of her room. I�m lying on my side on her bed, now wearing only a pair of D&G jeans and boots. As I lower my gaze I can see the one guy standing a few feet away from Laura watching her struggle and the other, Phil coming over too kneel next to her.

�looks like someone�s decided to join the party�, says Phil looking over at me. He continues, �Isn�t she a beautiful little thing. I mean, look at this body�. His finger glide up and down Laura�s back as she lies face down on the floor. He then brushes her hair away from her face running his finger up over her soft lips, to which she turns her head in disgust.

With that he grabs her body and rolls her over, she seems to struggle but doesn�t appear to have much energy, her arms falling to the floor next to her head. Maybe she�s been drugged or they�d knocked her around a bit. The anger building inside me, I know I�m completely powerless to stop them. I can�t escape and even if we shouted no one would hear.

�Look at these breast� Phil carries on, clearly enjoying every inch of her body. He licks his lips as he takes a firm grip on one, massaging it, lowering his head and sucking gently on her nipple. Laura makes a moaning sound in disapproval, although clearly this spurs him on. He raises his head, his eyes following the curvature of her body, resting between her legs, which she has kept closed. He moves down placing both hands between her legs and attempt to open them. When she struggles he slaps her on the face before trying again, this time succeeding, leaving her legs spread apart. Laura makes further murmuring noises, clearly tearful.

�It�s going to be okay baby�, I assure her, even though I know this is a lie.
�And her pussy � it�s so tight�, Phil takes his fingers and starts to rub her pussy. This almost bring tears to my eyes, although while being unbearable, somehow I can feel I�ve got a slight erection. The other guy moves around to Laura head and kneels down, glancing up at me before licking Laura on the cheek. �Tastes good� he taunts.

�O think what these lips could do�, Phil continues, running his index finger over her lips. As she struggles to move her head he takes a firm grip of her face, bends over her and kisses her. He goes at her like a wild animal before pulling up and spitting on her lips, rubbing it in with his other hand. �We�re going to have some fun tonight honey�, the other guy chuckles at this comment, nodding in agreement.

Phil grabs her under the arms instructing her to get up, to which she half heartedly complies. Once she�s on her feet he throws her face first against the mirrored doors of her wardrobe before moving in right behind her. He presses her face up against the glass sneering, �You better be a good girl or you�re boyfriends going to pay�. With that she starts to cry, tears rolling down her face.

�Baby ��
�shut up!�, Phil cuts me off. I stop talking out of fear he might hurt her.

He reaches down and unbuckles his belt while the other guy looks on grinning. Pulling his cock out he starts to rub it up against her toned ass cheeks, asking her if she�s ever taken it up the ass. Spitting on his hand he wets her ass hole, occasionally kissing her neck, to which she shudders in disgust. I can�t believe I�m about to watch my beautiful girlfriend be raped by these guys� and I�m completely powerless to help.

�Nooo��, She moans as he starts to slide his cock into her ass. He slowly pushes it deeper, Laura crying in, what seems, some pain. Phil moves both of his hands down to her ass and starts to pound it harder and harder. �You like that baby� You like you�re boyfriend watching while I pound your ass like a dirty little whore?� Her goes at her ass for another couple of minutes before pulling out and throwing her down on the floor as if she were a piece of meat. She huddles up, violated, on the floor, teary eyed. The other guy approaches her, taking his hand and grabbing her hair, his cock already out. �Lets see what you got�, he says while he runs his cock over her lips. �Remember, no teeth or your boyfriend gets it, now open up�. She refuses, turning her head the other way. However, when she notices Phil making his way over to me she opens her mouth compliantly, allowing him to run his cock around the inside of her mouth.

�Now blow him like a pro or your boyfriend will�, Phil tells her.

She pauses before placing her hands on the guys lap, staring down at his large cock. She slowly moves down, uncertain, before running her tongue along the length of his dick. Seemingly found a little confidence, she moves her hair from her face, looking up at him with her big blue eyes and starts to suck his cock. This makes me rock hard. Phil looking over, noticing my erection, smiles evilly. She starts to push the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth before giving him deep throat. She pushes his cock right to the back of her throat, gagging, while jolting her head up and down. He clearly likes this as he closes his eyes in pleasure saying, �That�s right you dirty little bitch�. Phil moves down to her ass, which he lifts into the air with ease, making it easy to get to her pussy. He starts to rub her pussy before rubbing it with his cock. He slowly slides it in, giving me another satisfied grin. He starts to fuck her doggy style and I�m unable to take in what I�m seeing. My girlfriend is right in front of me, being spit roasted by two other guys.

�You like my big cock up your tight little cunt?�, He asks. To which, to my disbelief, she murmurs �Uh hu�. Even though I knew she was doing this for me, it killed me to hear her say it.

Both of their hands are groping at her naked body. The ones hands gripping her hair with some force, while the others squeezing her waist and breasts. Phil then moves his hands down to her boots, squeezing her calves, creasing the leather over her skin. This clearly turned him on as he started to pound her harder causing the other guys cock to fall out of her mouth. Once again to my disbelief, she went back after it, her tongue licking it up and down like an animal before he forced it back into her.

Phil, then grabbing her by he leg, pulls he back, away from the other guy and onto her back. Grabbing the boot on her right foot he hoists he leg up into the air before pushing his cock back into her pussy. With his hand on her right leg he manages to lift her up slightly from the floor. He then continues to fuck her as though she were an object� a beautiful one at that, with big breasts and a hot body. Fucking her like crazy I�m sure this guy can�t take much more and I�m right. He pulls out, positioning himself over her face while wanking himself off. �No� she protests, feebly trying to push him away. He knocks away her arm, grabbing her face, turning it towards his cock. He squeezes her cheeks so her lips are partly opened and he looks up at his cock helplessly. After a few throbs his cock explodes, smearing her face with his warm cum. She scrunches her face in disgust. After dripping the last of his cum onto her face he opens her mouth and forces it in to clean it off. Dropping her head back onto the floor with a bang he looks up at the other guy and then over to me. The guy approaches me, his cock hard, Laura looking up wiping the cum away from her eyes in horror.

�Your going to watch this�, Phil tells her. �Time to see your boyfriend humiliated�.

I got a divorce in pursue of something better.

I got married early, I think, at 25, and after 10 years of marriage, I was unsatisfied, but figured, that must be how most people, men and women, feel at that point. I got into an affair with a married co worker, and the sex was amazing. I didn't plan on doing it, but he was so pushy, with compliments, and hints, and nice gestures, that I eventually went for it.

The affair alone wasn't the deciding factor for leaving my husband, it was the sex, and not in a way that the one in affair was objectively better, no. I realized something is off, when it came to my mind, that I enjoyed weird stuff with my lover, while even vanilla sex made me feel bad, when I had it with my ex husband. For instance, I enjoyed giving rim jobs to my lover, while the thought of a regular blow job for my husband, made me uneasy, so I figured, I deserve passion in my life, and left him.

Of course, my former lover, once he heard of this, ended our affair, but I didn't mind - world is my oyster, I will find what I am looking for.

Well, five years later, here I am, alone, on a porn site.

Do not make your life decisions based on lust, and sex only.

This is going to be a very weird post for a lot of people to read but my wife and I really don't have anyone else to tell because it's pretty uncanny. This happened a good 6 years ago, but the memories are pretty fresh. I know there isn't any "paranormal" category on here - and I really didn't believe in paranormal stuff until weird shit started happening to both of us. We recently bought an older house and renovated it, everything seemed fine.

My wife has been having very erotic dreams about some flapper woman from the 1930s and she started talking about how detailed they were. That this woman would kiss her and finger her in a dream and she'd wake up with a soaking wet pussy. My wife just attributed to her perhaps thinking women were pretty, and shrugged it off. Then one night I had a dream, two very attractive women were kissing my chest, smiling at me and stroking my dick. Ok - well, cool wet dream right? Easily dismissible as a wet dream and it was a fun one at that.
Months go by, every once in a while we have erotic dreams of these same people, usually one is molesting my wife but there are always two women trying to fuck me. Anyway my wife is cleaning the house and I was upstairs doing some work on my computer and I hear my wife scream and she comes running up stairs.
"Someone just whispered in my ear," she was panting, "and I felt someone grab my breast!"
I looked at her like she was crazy.
"What?" I thought she was fucking with me so I smacked her on the ass and was like, "I would have grabbed your pussy."
"No, fuck - I'm serious!" She yelled at me, "take me seriously!"
My heart sunk a bit, this was the first time I've seen her pissed off in a very long time - this wasn't like her at all.
"Sit down, take a deep breath - well what did the voice say?"
She sat down, she was frazzled, "it was a woman's voice, it said 'nice' and then something grabbed my breast..."
I lost it. I started laughing my ass off, "well yeah you do have a nice set of tits, absolutely, nice ass too - you're hot as fuck."
"Fuck you! I'm serious - I looked behind me and there was no one there, stop joking!"
Then from behind her on a table I set up for bills and paperwork an entire folder fell on the floor.
My wife jumped up.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK," she screamed.
My heart stopped. The folder wasn't even close to the edge of the table and my wife wasn't near it - something had to have pushed it off. My wife jumped into my arms.
"Leave us alone!" my wife yelled.
I didn't know what to say at all, I was going through everything in my mind about what just happened, and I was trying to rationalize it. It had to have been the wind, but it's winter and all the windows are shut.
"Ok, it's ok," I comforted my wife. We had dinner, talked about what happened and went to bed.
I was sleeping soundly until my wife woke me up, she was nearly in tears.
"What's going on," I said half awake.
"I had a dream, this both of the women. She said she was sorry for scaring me and that she threw the folder on the floor because she didn't want us to argue. They like us and they are happy we moved in here and they said they'd stop and let us live in peace."
"Huh?" I was confused as fuck but told my wife we'd talk about it in the morning.
I went back to sleep and had a dream of a woman with dark hair pointing to a corner of my office, she then walked over to me and kissed me on the lips, smiled and walked away. I thought nothing of it, and had the same dream for the next two nights. I finally realized something was trying to tell me something so I checked the corner of the room. There was a 'false floor' cut - and I pried up the wood. I found a few erotic photographs of the women in our dreams, it was them.
I felt like I was going out of my mind, and the reality of our house actually being haunted crashed down on me.
My wife was continuing to have dreams, very erotic dreams of the short haired woman, I showed my wife the pictures and she immediately pointed to a picture, "That's her! That's HER!!"
My wife was more afraid than I was - I mean I don't think whatever these things were meant us harm - and plus, it was giving into my wife's fantasies about being with another woman. We're both not religious at all.
So I decided to get to the bottom of things and find out the history of the people who used to live in the house. It was some photographer, and also two women that lived with him. I turns out he was married to one of the women and I'm guessing the other woman was their live in lover? The weird thing is - he wasn't haunting us but these two women were.
After I found the pictures my wife started talking about moving, about selling the house.
I went to bed, had an erotic dream of two beautiful women fucking me - woke up with cum all over my underwear. My wife woke up too, "They said they fucked you."
She saw that I had wet dream, "yeah we need to move."
"It's not like I can get them pregnant," I joked.
Something got into my wife, "what if I want to get pregnant and they're taking all of your cum?"
I laughed, "it's like we're swingers but with ghosts."
She chuckled, "yeah weird."
"Plus I'm sure you like her eating your pussy or whatever you both do in your dreams."
She was a bit silent, but then said, "it feels so fucking real - like she's actually touching me and kissing me, most of the time she doesn't say anything at all she just comes in and makes love.. I mean has sex with me."
My eyes opened wide, "Makes love? hhahh - so you totally enjoy it."
"When was the last time we fucked?" She asked.
It had been a while, which was odd. Usually we'd fuck at least 3 times a week but it had been well over a month since my dick was in my wife. I think that is what stunned me the most, that I didn't even notice her and I haven't fucked in a long time - that wasn't like us at all.
I felt a cold touch run across my neck, almost like a woman's fingernail slightly skimming my skin.
"take her, fuck her good." a whisper came. My wife didn't hear it. It was freaky but I shrugged it off, nothing scared me at this point. I took my wife in my arms and kissed her, cupping her breast and started unzipping her pants. She did the same, unzipping my pants and gripping my cock.
I mounted my wife, right in the kitchen, on the counter. My hard cock throbbed inside her and she moaned with pleasure.
"They're watching," she said out of the blue.
"Good, they can watch me fuck my pretty little princess. They can watch me cum in my hot little wife."
She moaned more, she was so turned on - she clawed my back, scratching it as I felt her body and pussy tense up, she came on my cock and I couldn't hold off. I busted a load deep inside her, spilling my seed deep in her.
We ate dinner and went to bed. Both of us had dreams. I'll tell mine first.
She had red lips and dark hair. Her breasts were perfect, but she was wispy, almost like she moved in slow motion. Her voice was soft, but when she spoke her lips didn't move.
"Don't move, we like you both so much."
I think I said something like, "you know you're dead, right?"
And she said something like "perceptions..."
I then said something like, "No seriously, you died - is this what the afterlife is? Just hanging around and haunting people?"
I felt like she wasn't permitted to say anything, and she casually touched my face with her slender hand, and she smiled and she seemed a little bashful.
I asked again, "do you even know you're dead?"
The dream faded away with her kissing my lips.
My wife's dream was a bit more... interesting. Both of the women showed up and immediately were fondling her.
"You should stay, we won't hurt you, we like both of you."
They were playful, and she even noticed that they were 'wispy' - and didn't move their lips when they talked. One of them kissed her neck (she woke up with a hickey) and my wife told me it all felt so real. She said the short haired woman told her that she could 'feel our love,' and that it radiated and gave light to the house and that both of these women were very much in love with us.
My wife asked them how they passed but all they told her was "they lived a good life."
And out of the blue, "Imagine all of us having sex, you, us, your husband..."
My wife joked, "yeah but what if you get pregnant?"
She said they both looked at each other and smiled, almost like that was the plan. She woke up a bit freaked out.
Months passed, the dreams continued - but also things started getting a bit stranger. Objects would be moved when we came home from work, or when we went out to eat. Once some of our shower soap was poured on the floor and the towels thrown around in the bathroom. Loud thumps and footsteps could be heard in the middle of the night - sometimes I'd wake up covered in cum and not remember dreaming about them. My wife would wake up with hickies on her thighs and not remember dreaming about them. Sometimes we'd smell the sweet smell of perfume, or flowers - roses...
The final straw was when I woke up with a long scratch down my back - it felt like someone poured acid on me. We decided to move.
It was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. I burnt the pictures of the women, but saved digital copies.
I'm still wondering if it wasn't all pure psychological issues - perhaps there was a gas leak or some crazy chemical making us think weird shit, so I'm still questioning what happened - but my wife absolutely believes we were living in a haunted house and having sex with ghosts.
Farfetched - crazy, and I'm shaking my head while writing all of this.
In the picture, the short haired lady is the one that seemed the most interested in my wife, the one in the middle with her legs spread seemed very interested in me - and I'm not 100% sure who the woman on the end (right) is - a sister? She almost looks related to the one in the middle. Anyway - all the weirdness stopped when we moved out. No more dreams etc.
So - don't be mean please, I know it all sounds pretty fucked up and unbelievable - I mean ffs I don't even believe it when I think about it but I do know something weird was happening in that house.