The following is not real. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go.

So, Im going to be straight up for a second. I think about fucking everyone I meet. I think about how they would feel under my hands. Or how I could make them cum. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him?
All of these and more race through my mind. Normally I push them out of the way. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out. And that’s how it was with my father in law.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Not just recreationally. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. As such, he was in amazing shape. Athletic and slim. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples.
To be fair, I was in shape then too. More than one, actually. They were just circles of various sizes.
From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. I was still occasionally fucking Joe’s brother, so I would find myself comparing their cocks. Joe’s wasn’t small, necessarily, but it lacked his brother’s girth. I began to wonder what it would take to get Frank to fuck around on his wife. He had raised one son to have an intense moral direction. Joe doesn’t like anything I like in the bedroom, mostly because he finds it degrading to me.
On the other hand, his other son was a complete dirtbag. He was the one that came on to me first. To be fair, I kept it going after the wedding, but he could have said no. What kind of a guy fucks his brothers wife the day they leave for their honeymoon?
So what kind of guy was Frank? One of his sons was an outlier, but which one? And then what kind of woman would not only entice him to cheat, but to fuck his sons wife as well. It was the kind of challenge I rose to. I had to find out. It would be quite the accomplishment, fucking all the men in a family. Well, aside from mine, I guess.
It would be a process. A long one. Find out if he would cheat. Find out if he would cheat with a fat girl. Find out if he would cheat with a fat daughter in law. Finally find out if he wanted a whore or an angel. I could do either, but angel was temporary. I would see him pretty regularly, once week or so, more often during the summer. He had a pool, you see, and Joe loved to swim.
So I got to work. First step was to see if he was even interested. I waited until the next time we went swimming. That would be a few weeks away, so I contented myself through masturbation that mostly involved him and my dad tag teaming me. By the time we were actually going, not even these clit sessions could tide me over.
I had thought about doing a two piece, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I settled on my one piece. It would be sufficient for this. The changing room was their bedroom, and it had a sliding glass door that led to the pool. There was a curtain to pull to cover it. I thought about leaving the curtain open, but there was never a time when he was the only one in line of sight. Disappointed, I headed to the pool to join the others.
It was while swimming that I saw my first opportunity. The pool itself was a saltwater pool, and at one end was a hot tub fixture that overflowed in a waterfall into the pool itself. Frank was standing by the waterfall, talking to Joe, who was in the tub. I dove under the water, and while I swam to the waterfall, I adjusted by suit so that I had a nipple peaking out. I wasn’t able to be sure, and I didn’t want too much to show, but it was a gamble.
I rose out of the water next to Frank, my left nipple exposed. I slid up next to him and asked what they were up to. Joe couldn’t see my tits from his position, No one else would be in line of sight if I turned towards Frank. Slowly, with the waterfall falling on me, I turned towards him and asked him what he was drinking.
He looked to me and opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes went right to my tit. I held my breath. Would he say something? Would he freak out? Would he just stare?
The latter. As he responded to me, I slowly exhaled the breath I had been holding. His eyes were flicking between Joe, me, and my nipple. I was looking him over too. His chest had a small v shaped patch of graying hair, his nipples sat flush against his body. His neck was ridged by firm tendons and muscles. Fucking hell he was sooo hot. Joe began moving toward the stairs so I dipped down and fixed my suit.
I swam away eagerly awaiting my next chance. I was optimistic about this thing for the first time. Pushing the envelope and taking chances were such a turn on for me that I was spent the rest of the swim time rubbing my clit hidden by the water.
We caught eyes a few times after that, but he didn’t really betray anything else. A plan took form. I would be the last to get out. I would go into the room to change, and somehow entice him in there once I had stripped out of my suit and covered myself. Then, a quick flash, or something. I wasn’t sure yet.
As luck would have it, Frank and I were the last two. Improvising, I got out and piddled around outside until Joe had finished changing. I went in, and began to look around the room for something to give me an excuse to get him in here. I had to hurry, and act while he was alone in the pool area. If anyone else was there, they might come instead.
It didn’t take long. There was a hamper in the bathroom for towels, but Joe had been Joe and just piled them on top of it. Under the pile of wet towels, it might be missed. I stripped out of my suit, and wrapped myself in a dry towel. I rushed to the door and looked out. He was still alone, but he was out of the pool.
I slid the door open. “Hey Frank. Where do I put my towels?”
He looked at me in the towel, and flipped his head to the main doors into the house, possibly to see were everyone was, then back to me. “I-In the bathroom, Claire.” He said.
“I looked I don’t see it. Can you show me?” I asked. Deliberately I looked down. His wet trunks clung to his body. It wasn’t hard to see the outline of his cock, hanging flaccid, along his body. It was hard to gage, but he looked bigger than either of his sons. I let my eyes linger, then went back to his face. I bit my lower lip.
Wordlessly he started towards me. “Thanks, Frank.” I said, retreating back into the room before he got there. Now what? I thought to myself. Just dropping the towel would be a high risk high reward situation. If he reacts poorly, it might be impossible to say it was just an accident. Instead, I sat on his bed, facing the bathroom. I spread my legs, leaving the towel on, but parted just enough.
He came in and stopped. My breath caught again. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at me. He smiled slightly, but it was gone as quick as it came. He moved to the bathroom.
“Oh.” He said as he rounded the corner. “Fuckin’ Joe.” He said. He leaned down to begin picking the towels up. He turned his head to me. His eyes right between my legs. I know he could see my pussy. “Does he at least put thigs away at home?”
I just shook my head, looking at him. He looked away and stood. “Well, there’s the hamper. You can put the towel in there.”
I stood, bent over to grab the wet one I had used, and walked into the bathroom, passing him in the door way. I turned sideways, ass to him, as I slipped through. I stuck my ass out, and brushed it across his groin, feeling his bulge as I did so. I dropped the towel in the hamper.
I turned to Frank. He was staring at me. “Can you hand me my clothes? They are on the bed.” His face was red as he turned and proceeded into the room. As soon as his back was turned, I went for it. I dropped the towel. He returned and stopped as soon as he saw me. “Thanks.” I said. And I took the clothes. He stared at me. At my tits. My pussy.
“Claire, I-“ he began. I closed the door.
Fuck. I needed to cum. I heard the door slide open and then close. I thought about his cock, I thought about him pinning me in the doorway and forcing it into me. I wondered if he would try to fuck my ass. My fingers went to my clit. It didn’t take long before I was cumming.
After, I took stock of where I was. I had gone for broke. It hadn’t blown up in my face. And I felt like I knew he would cheat. I felt like he liked big tits, and I felt that he wanted me to be slutty. Maybe this would be easy.
I was wrong. The next few swim days he was noticeably absent. His wife had said that he was running errands or something like that. She never seemed bothered. I fucked myself after one day imaging he had told her and we were going to have a threesome.
The next chance would be an unexpected one.
It was Labor Day. I remember because I was off and Joe worked, taking the double time that he would get. Joe was already gone when I woke, and knowing that I would have 7 hours in the house alone had me wet thinking about who I was going to have over to fuck. I had begun to flip through my contacts when the phone rang, the caller ID showing it was Joes cell. My heart sank. He had to be telling me that he was coming home early.
“Hey, babe.” I answered, forcing a yawn.
“You just getting up?”
“Yeah. Whats up?”
“I need you to do me a favor. I need you to go into the garage and grab a tool and bring it to my dad.” He said.
I sat straight up. “Yeah I can do that.”
“Mom has the car and she’s out at my aunts. He told me not to worry about it, but hes been looking forward to this project for a while.”
“Sure!” I jumped out of bed as he talked me through the garage and the location of the tool. Once identified, I let him go, and began to plot my course of action.
He was clearly hesitant. But he couldn’t trust himself around me. He knew what the game was, he knew he would lose, and he was just trying not to play. I needed to be able to get him to the table.
Clothes would be key. It was a little cooler, too cool for shorts, but leggings would work. No panties. The top would be a little trickier. My tits are huge, H Cups. Braless wasn’t an option, but I had an ill fitting balconette that let the tops of my areolas pop out if I positioned it right. A white camisole and light black sweater completed the outfit. I checked myself out in the mirror. A quick tug on the camisole brought a hint of areola into view. Perfect.
I went out to the truck, threw the tool in the back and headed off to my in laws house. The whole ride over there I had the butterflies in my stomach that were my vice. That anticipation of something new and different. The pushing of boundaries, the taboo of the act, the risk of getting caught. All were combining to give me a high that nothing else could touch.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway, my pussy was aching. As I rolled to a stop, I realized I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do. I had been so preoccupied thinking about fucking him, that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how I was going to do it.
As I got out of the truck, Frank came out from the side of the house. He was in jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sawdust clung to it. He stopped when he say me, but then continued on.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” There was a tinge of anger. Good.
“Joe told me you needed this.” I went to the back and pulled out the saw.
“Yeah I told him not to worry about it.”
“Well he worried.” I passed the saw to him.
He looked me up and down. “Tell him thanks.” He said and then turned with the saw and headed back to the house.
Fuck. This wasn’t working. I watched as he turned around back. He was resisting, but I saw it in his eyes. I know that look. Seen it in plenty of men’s eyes. I pulled the black sweater off, threw it in the truck, and headed off in his footsteps.
I rounded the corner and saw him in his workshop. Formerly a detached garage, he had turned it into his hobby room a few years ago. There was a piece of wood on two stands that he was measuring. A few stools and chairs littered the perimeter of the shop. When he saw me, he stopped and sighed.
“What are you working on?” I asked.
“Claire, why are you here?”
“Im bored.” I said, biting my lip. “Joe is at work, and hes not as entertaining as he could be even when he is home.
“W-well I got a lot of stuff to do here, and I’m not going to be entertaining anyway.” He returned to measuring.
“Well, anything is better than being alone at the house.” I found one of the rocking chairs and sat in it. So far, so good, but I was running out of moves. The silences persisted for a few minutes while he measured and marked different pieces of wood. Then it hit me. I had a plan. All I had to do was wat for my opening.
It didn’t take long. After about 5 more minutes of silence, he left to go inside to get something. I took my shot. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up and headed for the pool. Flipping the cover on the control panel, I flipped the tub to on. I raced back to the shop, and I stripped off all my clothes, placing them in the chair I was sitting in. I then raced through the brisk air to the tub, where I slid in.
The water was ice cold. My nipples immediately hardened. The water coming from the jets was warm, but still, my teeth began to chatter. I prayed the water would heat up quickly.
I heard the side door open. He was heading back into the shop. It didn’t take long before he rounded the corner. I waved at him. He slowly walked over.
“Claire. What the hell are you doing?”
“Entertaining myself.” I said. I made a show of pushing my hands down to my pussy. “Since you wont, I have to find something to do.”
“This ain’t right, Claire. Theres something wrong with you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as my fingers slipped inside me. “Mmmhm.” I moaned in agreement. “Very wrong.” I said.
He watched me finger myself. He didn’t leave. I went all in. I stood and began to walk out of the tub. The chill in the air brought my chattering teeth back. “I’m going to go into the house and Im going to be entertaining myself. If you are bored, you should follow me.” And I headed for the sliding door.
I entered, thought about the couch, but decided against getting it all wet, and went to the floor instead. I got down on all fours, ass in the air, and began to play with my pussy. I rubbed my asshole too.
I heard the door open and smiled. I had won.
I rolled over and lay on my back. He stood over me. He began to undo his jeans and I moved to my knees. “You are going to love this, Frank.” I told him.
I was eager to finally see this cock. As his jeans fell I reached up and took his boxers in my hands, I pulled them down.
It was wonderful. Bigger than either of his sons. A good 6 or 7 inches, if I have to guess, but thick. His balls hung in a sack covered in gray pubic hairs. I opened my mouth, and licked the length of his shaft, my eyes locked with his. From the tip to the base, and then back again. He began to grow. I took him into my mouth and began to suck. Using my mouth, suction, tongue, suction, tongue. He grew to an impressive level of fullness in my mouth. I pulled it out.
“Gag me, daddy.” I said before plunging down on it again. This time I felt him hit the back of my throat and the first gag began. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held me there. Oh yes. He wanted a whore. I’d give him that.
He let me up and I pulled back, rubbing the slime covered cock on my face. “You are so much bigger than Joe.” I said.
“Shut the fuck up.” He said and he forced it back in my mouth. Another round of gaging began. When he let me up from it, I went back to his balls, letting the cock lay across my face. I licked and gently sucked each ball, and then I moved lower. He moved back. He looked at me confused. “What are you doing?”
Poor bastard. He’d never been rimmed. I smiled. I stood and undid his shirt. Once off I sucked and nibbled at his nipples as I walked him back to his chair. He fell down into it. I returned to my knees and the blow job. Building up a good supply of saliva, I worked down to his balls again, and then to under them.
It was clear he had been working, but it turned me on even more. Lower and further I pushed, my tongue searching for his ass. I could hear him moaning. I reached up and grabbed his cock. Mainly to keep him from jerking it and cumming too quick. I finally found it. I thought about how wanton and whoreish I was being. On my knees, with my tongue on my husbands fathers ass.
“Fucking hell, Claire.” He moaned. I pulled out.
“Betty doesn’t to that, does she?” I smiled.
He shook his head and stood up. It was his turn to take control. He turned me around and began kissing my neck and rubbing my tits. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. I felt him pushing me down and over. I resumed my position on my knees, my shoulders and head on the carpet.
“Fuck me daddy.” I said.
“Where?” he asked
“Anywhere you want.”
“Does he do anal?” I shook my head no, preparing for the possibility that I was about to take a pretty big cock in my ass. “Just my pussy.”
I felt the head at my ass. I reached back and spread for him. “Yessss, daddy.” He began to push in. I gasped when he first popped in. We had no lube, aside from my spit, and he was bigger than any I had been buttfucked with in a while. I let my cheeks go. The pain was reaching my threshold. I took my other hand and went to my clit, hoping to off set it.
That seemed to work. The searing pain became more bearable. “Im a whore. Im a whore. Im a whore.” I began to repeat to myself reminding myself that I wanted this. He began to slid in and out.
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Frank?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Do you fuck Bettys ass, Daddy?”
“Not in a while.” It turned me on even more that Betty used to take dicks in her ass.
“Pull my hair daddy.” He obliged as he began to pick up speed. He had the stamina I expected from a runner, as well as the endurance.
He was pounding my ass now. My own fingers had brought me to the point of climax. I screamed as the cum took me, clinching my ass around his thick invading cock. I fully expected him to cum. But he slowed down. Not wanting to hurt me as my ass was clenching, he slowed, delaying his own satisfaction.
As soon as I subsided, we resumed the fucking. His relentless assault on my body. I couldn’t wait to have him fucking my pussy like this. “Im gonna cum, Claire.” He exclaimed.
“Do it daddy. Cum inside me.”
With a shudder he did. With each pump he moaned and shook. I couldn’t feel him cumming, but I knew it was a lot. I only felt it as he fell out of my ass. He fell next to me, catching his breath. I moved to my side and snuggled up next to him. “Good?” he asked me.
“Better than both your sons.” I smiled.
He looked at me shocked for a moment. Before he began to smile, letting his head fall back to the floor. “Wow. You are a whore. But you are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled and looked down at his cock. The cum coated it, but it didnt look bad. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. He looked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. I felt his cock twitch a little in my mouth.
I pulled off it. “I want you to fuck my pussy next.”

My next door neighbor has a young daughter that is as cute as a button. She never really appealed to me because I felt she was too scrawny, too boyish. Well this past summer she joined gymnastics and has eaten a little better and damn straight baby this little angel is looking mighty delicoius.
I now eagerly await her arrival, which at times is somewhat random, but typically after school.
Her dad works early in the morning and picks her up from school on his way home from work. Once home he usually takes a nap, which leaves little Amber all alone in a big house, because her mom doesn't get home until right around 6pm.
So if I manage to get done with work early enough, I get 3 solid hours of company from this little fuck toy.
She likes to come over and play with my son that is a year younger than her. To him, she is just another playmate coming over. To me, it is only a matter of time until she will be gagging on my fat cock.
No no, not by force. I've been in situations like this before. I know the cues and this tiny brunette, with a few freckles across her nose, shoulder length straight hair, smooth silky pale skin, and greenish brown eyes, has already told me she wants me. She wants to climb into my lap, and sit sideways across it so that my massive erection can wiggle between her smooth tiny tight legs. She wants to pretend that when she grasps my dick through my loose gym shorts without underwear that it's by accident, and I in turn will pretend I didn't feel anything. She likes my strong arms, my large shoulders, but mostly she likes to stare at my crotch. She stares at it so hard she is practically sucking my dick with her eyes. She knows more than she should for a girl her age. But she wants to pretend. Wants to play a game. Every game imaginable that will somehow allow my cock to brush her hand, swing across her ass, and even bump her in the head. Every young girl I've been with think they are the first ones to play these games with another person. Little do they realize that I am guiding them to do what I want .
She is a very good swimmer. She even won a trophy her last swim meet. Even better than a tight trim little swimmer, she is also a gymnist. A fucking hot little gymnist with all these cute little outfits she comes over in. But she usually wears either a skirt or the loosest pair of pajama shorts you have ever seen.
Seeing her crosslegged on the floor playing with toys. I would just come lay down near her and pretend to watch her play. All the while just staring at that beautiful panty clad mound.
Right beneath the often pink but also white thin fabric gussett, under her Dora, or My Littlr Pony, or Disney panties, was a prize I was destined to obtain.
And obtain it I will. I have a plan. A plan that has worked before with girls slightly older than her.
It always starts off the same way, and my cock always ends up in their mouth.
Every time.
Every.
Time.

To be continued..

I have a damn good confession for the pervs out there. (kinda long, gotta lay the foundation for ya first.)

About 2 years back, I was hangin at a friend's house (we're all in our 20's) and saw a picture of a beautiful little goddess about 9 in his living room. It was the same chick I had been admiring at a number of get togethers at his house or his parents' but never learned her name. One weekend, I go over his place and his sister in law is over there along with the lil angel from the picture. He called me over because he wanted to ask me and 2 other guys to go with him out of town. His parents were going to some kind of convention and he didn't want to be stuck hangin with them the entire weekend. So I asked who else was going and as he ran through the names, I heard a girl's name that I never heard before and I just knew it HAD to be her. Even if it wasn't, it was worth a shot to see her in pajamas or even a bathing suit, so I call work to get the days off.

So I meet up with him and the other guys on Friday to head out, his parents had already left before I got there so I was hoping she was in their car. We arrive at the hotel and check in to our room. We didn't hook up with his parents until that night at a church service. And guess who comes and sits right next to me on the second row, the angel of my affection. She was oh so adorable in a sleeveless blue and white dress with the cutest little sandals. The place was really cold though, being the summer they must have ran the air conditioner at full blast and she was freezing.

I looked over at her shivering and I snickered a little and she looked up at me with this devilish little grin and with the sweetest voice, she said "That's not funny." I laughed even more then and she elbowed me in the ribs for it. She started scooting over closer to me and we were sitting arm to arm as she attempted to warm up. This was the first time we touched. It sent shivers through my body and it wasn't from the cold. My hand was palm down on the seat between us when she came closer so now it was wedged between our thighs. It began to get really hot in there. I reached over to rub my arm and was rubbing hers too because of how close she was. After while she turned her back to me and put one foot up on the seat so her left leg was on top of her right leg's ankle and the bottom of her foot was pushing against my thigh. I was rock hard already by that time so I moved my hand from between us and rested it on top of her foot. I slowly rubbed her foot and her sandals didn't have much material so i could make enough skin contact for it to feel nearly intoxicating. She began to wiggle her little toes on my fingers as I caressed her foot and ankle. Soon the service was over and she was really playful in the parking lot as we were waiting to head back to the hotel.

I had watched this cutie from afar for a long time at different functions and I couldn't believe that I was touching her like that. And for her to seem like she was into it made it even hotter. The ultimate rush came from all the people sitting around us having no idea what we were doing. But wait. That's not the best part.

Saturday morning comes and the lil angel comes over to our room with my friends nephew and cousin, they were staying in his parent's room. His parents come over shortly after to tell us about some errands they need to run and ask us to look after the kids for a few hours and my friend agrees. I had a mini party in my head knowing I would be so close to her and after last night, who knows what could happen. Today she was wearing a cute purple tank top with some blue jean shorts and another pair of cute sandals that she kicked off as soon as she walked in. Did I mention that she had the most beautiful and soft little feet? Well, she did.

We were in the standard hotel room, 2 beds, bathroom, and tv in front of the beds. I was sitting on the bed near the back of the room and she ran over to me and jumped on the bed and wanted to play fight. We wrestled around a bit and I tickled her and she loved that. I would tickle her sides, feet, neck, thighs, under arms, anywhere I thought she would be sensitive, but secretly getting a feel of her entire body and enjoying every second of it. When I let her go she would catch her breath and then jump on my back and try to wrestle me down to the bed. We had a blast until my friend got pissed at her for laughing and screaming so loud and told her to stop playing. She sat next to me and watched tv and just then it hit me, I had a PSP in my suitcase, she might wanna play. So I jump up and pull out the PSP and the only game I had on me was a shooting game and of course her face lit up and asked if she could play.

Of course she didn't know how to play and kept dying over and over. She asked if I would help her and she slid closer to me and we sat hip to hip. She then said, "Here, you control the guy running around and I'll push the buttons to shoot." I agreed and she sat to my right and held the right side of the game and I held the left side. So there I was, left hand on the PSP, right hand around her on her hip, slowly moving up and down her side. We played for atleast 30 minutes and the other kid came over and asked if he could take a turn since we died a few times. Trying to be fair I agreed and she was NOT happy. She threw a tantrum and yelled at him for asking to play when he saw me and her playing and having fun. Obviously her parents spoiled the hell out of her and I don't blame them, she was the cutest lil thing I had ever seen.

Then she got mad at me for giving him the game and I tried to calm her down and she kicked and swung at me as I tried to talk her down. It was funny as hell. Then my friend yelled at her again and told her to stop being a big baby and not sharing with other people and she yelled back at him and he told her to lay down and be quiet until the movie was over that they were watching. So I was still sitting on the bed with my back to her, she was laying down behind me. After a few minutes I looked back and she looked like she was asleep. My friend went to take a shower and the others were so focused on the tv so i sat back on the bed, pulled some of the blanket up and slid my hand underneath the blanket to her. I spent probably the next 20 minutes caressing her soft legs, ass, and back since she was laying on her stomach. She was completely motionless, and when I rubbed her back, I could feel a soft rise and fall as she breathed. One of the guys turned and asked me a question and I told them a short story about the first movie since they were watching a sequel.

So there I was, 3 of my friends and his nephew and cousin looking right at me while telling a story while my hand is under the blanket squeezing her ass and my thumb between her thighs. When they turned back to watch the movie, I looked back to check on her and she was laying there, eyes wide OPEN, staring right back at me. I fuckin froze. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say. I was horrified. My heart felt like it weighed 100 pounds. If she screamed the 3 of them would kick my ass for an hour before the police got there to haul my ass away. Would she scream? Would she snitch? I didn't know. I feared the worse. But nothing. She did absolutely nothing. She just turned her head over towards the wall. I pulled my hand away as my heart rate slowed to normal. I didn't know what to expect. She just laid there. She knew where my hand was, she knew what I was doing, and she didn't stop me. My thoughts began to return to me as I regained my composure. My hands were still shaking. I just looked at her laying there. Just then, she slid her arm out from under the blanket and opened her hand as if she was reaching out to me. I looked around and they were still watching the movie so I reached down and grabbed her hand and she pulled it back under the blanket.

I was still shaken up from before and couldn't get right back into it. For a few minutes, I rubbed her arm and back until there was a knock at the door. It was my friend's parents back with lunch for the kids. So she sat up, looked at me, gave me that same devilish grin from friday night, and walked over to the door to get her shoes. She put them on, gave me one last smile as she turned to walk out the door, and left with the other kids. I went to shower and the whole time in the bathroom I gave thanks to whoever created her and enjoyed my health and freedom because I would have been in a seriously bad situation if she reacted differently.

I don't think I have ever been so afraid in my life. The thought of what could have happened in that room terrifies me even to this day. I got too careless, too brave, too stupid for my own good. She was just so pretty and so soft. In my eyes, she was perfect. And if it wasn't for the ignorance of the masses, I would marry that girl right now, even now, 2 years later. But then I start to wonder, that couldn't have been her first time. She was TOO into it. Too comfortable for her age. I couldn't have been the first guy. It was as if she wanted more. More than what was allowed due to the circumstances. But it was still hot.

I was with the guys the rest of the weekend and didn't see her again until Sunday afternoon when we got back home and her parents were there to pick her up, and they live 2 or 3 hours away, so that was the last time I saw her. I still hang out at my friend's house from time to time, hoping she'll show up but it always seems that I'm a day or 2 too late to see her. Maybe she'll get a facebook account one day and I'll get to talk to her about what happened. Who knows? Maybe she'll want to have even more fun next time.

Thanks for reading, guys, and sorry it was so long, but I had to get this thing off my chest and share it. I hope you enjoyed it.

my ex girlfriend Rachel and i lived together for about a year before we drove each other nuts. after a few months apart, i let her rent the guest bedroom in my house. it was the perfect setup for the occassional hookup, since we had never had a problem fucking. but at least now she worked and paid me.
one hot summer afternoon i was checking out porn on my computer and she came out of her bedroom wearing just a silky kimono. "come play with the real thing", she purrs in that cute slutty voice.
damn. i was really hungover and not all that horny. plus i'm 26 years older than her. still, i'm not crazy so i followed her to my couch where she lost the robe and spread over the arm.
she had clearly been watching porn herself because that tight pussy was soaked when i slipped a finger in. i wasn't in the mood for foreplay and figured she didn't care so i just hunched over her and worked my cock into my tight angel. i started off slow...and then.....i went limp.
i apologized and she reached back and much to my surprise started to rub my cockhead against her asshole. this was rare for her. like once a year rare, and my cock responded by getting rock hard within a minute of just the idea of spreading her perfect cheeks once more.
"fuck my ass", she moaned. i slipped into her pussy for a few strokes just to get some lube on me and then used her hand to help guide my cock gently into her sweet asshole. my full wieght held her down as i gave a few slow thrusts, then hard and deep for maybe 10 strokes in her.
"take it out! it hurts!" she screamed.
"hold on baby", i grunted, my cock erupting and gushing cum into her wiggling anus. i pulled out.
"you asshole", said she,
"yeah yeah", said me.

Trigger warning. I never told this to anyone and I think it's about time... to tell about my first time. Here we go...

It was the summer of 2015. I was 18 and living in a small Texas town, population of less than ten thousand. I couldn't wait to leave for college that fall, even if it meant leaving my girlfriend, Casey. Though I had great time wuth her, I felt I was ready to see the world, experience something new. Casey was very cute: petite, with nice C cup breasts and firm ass, short blonde hair with bangs and crystal blue eyes.

My family home was right next to the local train station. It must sound like the worst location ever, with all the noise. Yes, it was far from ideal, but after a while I sort of got used to it. After all, it's always been like that for me.

Me and my friends would sometimes hang out at that station, simply because there wasn't much else to do in our town. We would mostly play trainspotting or joke around with the drunks that would hang out there. Since it was a pretty small station in a small town, there was just one railway cop, mostly there to chase away hobos and addicts. That summer that railway cop was a young woman named Liv. She was around 25, lighy-skinned Hispanic, tall, fit, with long dark hair and a great ass. She was very attractive, but something about her, in her eyes, always gave me the creeps. Apparently, I was right about that.

One time a trail hound was loose at the station. When Liv tried to chase it away, it barked at her. So she took her baton and beat it until it was dead. Four precise blows, one weak growl and it was over. So much blood. Me and my buddies saw the whole thing. Liv looked up at us and smiled. We took off immediately. We never told anyone. But I'll get back to Liv later.

By the time July rolled around, my girlfriend Casey and I would make out almost every day, and she even let me feel her up a few times, but we had yet to go all the way. Almost every day, I jerked off thinking about her sweet tits and cute firm ass, imagining her beautiful smile wrapped around my hard cock. I had watched porn for years by that point and I knew all about sex... in theory. But pretty soon, I dropped the porn entirely and only jerked off to Casey. I only needed her. Occasionally, I would even eat a peach while jerking off, imagining that I was eating Casey's sweet pussy. It sounds so weird and pathetic now, but back then... hormones, I guess.

The day it happened, we were once again making out in my room and I just couldn't take it anymore. I pulled away and told Casey, as gently as I could, that I wanted to have sex with her. That we should try it at least once before I weby away. I expected her to be hesitant, that it would take some convincing. But then she flashed me a huge smile and said Yes. I couldn't believe my luck. It started out great, but ended... not so much.

I still remember how sweaty my hands were when I locked the door and even more when I took Casey's shirt off, and how beautiful her perky tits looked in her blue bra, how my fingers fumbled as I took it off, and how amazing her rack looked bare, exposed. How I could barely stop myself from licking her curves and sucking her hard nipples right away. When my heart thundered against my chest as she took my shirt off and her soft warm hands ran down my chest and abs, a soft moan escaping her lips. How she moaned when I leaned over, kissed her neck and undid a button on her tight red shorts. How I pulled them down, revealing her matching blue panties, glistening with wetness. When I took my pants off and Casey's beautiful blue eyes widened when my hard cock sprung free, her luscious lips spreading into a lustful grin.

I don't know why I went down on her right away. I guess I always wanted to taste her virgin pussy. I licked her through her drenched panties a few times, as she moaned and shuddered. I was already feeling dizzy, my cock throbbing madly. I pulled her panties down with my teeth (though it took me a few clumsy attemots to get it right) and inhaled her intoxicating scent. Her clit was standing up like a tiny aroused prick. I licked it madly, tongue fucking her tight, warm hole every now and then. I made sure to look up the whole time, so I could see her naked body writhe in pleasure. The most erotic sight. Her eyes closed, her face flushed, her chest heaving as I ate her out. Every image burned into my mind.

It was my first time so I was worried I wouldn't do it right. But I got the gist of it quickly and we were both very turned on so it didn't have to last long anyway. I felt so proud and aroused when Casey came, arching her back up as she cried out, her juices rolling down my tongue. I wanted her to taste her delicious nectar, so I got up and went in for a kiss, her cum glistening on my lips. I expected her to pull away, but she didn't. She gasped when my wet tongue touched hers and soon our tongues were dipping and exploring, battling for dominance. She bit my lower lip as I pulled away and grinned at me.

I didn't have to say anything. I lied down on the bed and waited for her. She tried giving me a blowjob, but she would gag every time, so she started jerking me off. Her warm, delicate hand felt so fucking good around my dick. I barely lasted for two minutes before blowing my load.

I asked Casey how it was and she told me it was amazing. We kissed again. It felt so liberating and exciting, being naked and satisfied and all over each other. I told her to sit on my lap and she did. The feel of her hot ass pressed against my crotch sent jolts up my body. She got the hint and started moving slowly, giving me a lapdance, like in porn. I kissed her neck and my hands went up to fondle her tits. I felt her pounding heartbeats under my touch. Pretty soon I was rock hard again. I whispered that I wanted to fuck her.

She lied down on the bed and spread her legs. I asked her if she was sure and she said Yes. I climbed on top of her and pushed in. I felt some barrier at first, but pretty soon it broke. Casey cried out, a single tear rolling down her flushed face. Her warm blood rolled down my cock and it pulsed in response, as her walls tightened around me. I waited for a while. I asked her if it hurt and she just told me to keep going. I was clumsy at first but I soon got a hold of it. Just move in and out. Pretty soon I was thrusting hard, leaning my head down so I could lick and suck on Casey's tits. I left thick marks of drool on her boobs and sucked on her nipples, now hard buds. Her hands roamed up and down my back and arms as her pussy pulsed around my cock. I heard her say nasty things that I could never imagine my sweet girlfriend saying out loud, and in such a husky voice too. She cried out my name as she came, her nails digging into my back as her pussy convulsed around my cock. I gave her a few more hard thrusts before I came, pleasure washing over me as I filled her pussy with my spunk.

I was breathing heavily when I pulled out, my body covered with sweat. I took some tissues from the bedside drawer and cleaned myself up. Suddenly, Casey froze, her eyes wide. She was staring at the nearby window. I asked her what was wrong. She whispered that she had seen a shadow at the window, and it looked like somebody had been watching us. I felt myself shiver. I looked that way, but there was nobody outside. Then we heard some noise. I quickly pulled my pants up and went to investigate. But before I could leave, the door swung open.

There stood Liv, the railway cop, in uniform and all. Her eyes were glazed over, a nasty grin playing on her lips. Casey gasped and pulled the sheet up to cover herself. I opened my mouth to speak, but Liv pulled our her baton and pointed it at me, lightly tapping my chin. I decided it was better to keep quiet for now. Liv's gaze landed on Casey and she walked over to her. Casey scooted away, shaking like a leaf. I was absolutely terrified. Liv held her hand out and blew at it. Some dust went up and Casey coughed. Liv's grin widened. 'Angel dust,' she said. 'It will take you to the moon and back.'

Much of what happened next is a blur. I think I pulled Liv by the collar and dragged her out. She kicked at me a few times and I got a few kicks back. I threw her out through the back door and told her to never come back, threatening to call the police. I guess that's how she came in, through the back (sliding) door, since the front door was locked. And she must have picked a lock on my room door? I was worried she would put up a fight, but she just spat on the ground and left. By the time I returned to my room, Casey was already dressed. She was crying. I tried to comfort her, but she stormed off. I had a few nasty red marks on my arms and they burned at the touch.

I barely slept that night. I tried calling Casey, but she wouldn't answer. I was worried Liv would come back, but she didn't. It took a few days for Casey to calm down and talk to me again. We eventually had sex again, many times that summer, but only at her house. And I was always quite nervous, it would take me at least ten minutes to get it up. We never told anyone what had happened, we were too scared and ashamed. I also avoided going to that train station since then.

I left for college that fall and I pretty much never returned to my hometown, other than a few very brief times for the holidays. I have met up with Casey a few times since, in different cities, but that's another story. Til this day, I avoid traveling by train if possible, and whenever I see a railway cop or a subway cop, I'm terrified. I don't think I'll ever get over it. That is my story.