Hot college Teen

College tight teen, what would you do to her?

Which sexy college teen do you want, 1, 2 or 3?

What would you do to them?

All 18/19, left and right have tight, neat pussies, cant vouch for the one on the middle but i'm sure it is nice.

Say what you'd do and which one you'd like more pictures of

My little sister was one of those kids who hated to wear clothes. Until she was 8 or 9 when ever she was home she was naked as could be, only put on clothes when we had guests. Even after she started to wear clothes, she didn't wear much. loose shorts and tank tops, with nothing under neath.

Now I'm 5 years older then her so, it always bugged the hell out of me. I'd be playing Halo with my friends and my naked sister would run by. Very embarrassing for a young teen.

We live on a large plot of land in a rural area, the closest neighbor is a couple hundred yards away. And thank fully hunting in very restrictive in the county. So we grew up in the woods. We had a nice spring fed pond on the property so we had no need for a swimming pool.

I was 18 just graduated high school, and waiting for college to start. The day was hot, the days were averaging in the high 90's all summer. With nothing to do I headed to the pond for a dip. And that is when I truly started to see my sister as something else. I was just getting ready to drop my shorts when she popped out of the water. Naked as the day she was born and looking like something out of a porn.

It was around noon so The sun was bright and right overhead. So I didn't see her face first, I just saw her nubile body, clean shaven and glistening. The desire for her just clicked on in my head. I knew it was her, she still only wore underwear when she had to. I had seen her various bits often enough to grown use to them. But knowing it was my sister it never aroused me.

So here was my sister walking towards me naked, me wearing only a pair of thin board shorts. As she walks past me she winks, says "Careful you'll put out an eye with that thing." and slaps my ass. I had full tent action going on, and I couldn't help but watch as she picked up a towel I hadn't seen and heads home, still naked. I did the only thing I could. Jerk off and took a swim. She was gone by the time I got home, went to a friends who lived near by. life went on as normal for a few days.

It was a week later. My parents slept in the basement, my sister and eye had rooms on the second floor. We also had a shared Game room, where we kept the game systems and a big screen. It was late, parents in bed, I was heading to the game room for some late night Call Of Duty. My sisters door was open a crack and as I past I heard a sharp intake on breath. I peeked in.

Her lights were off, but the screen of her laptop gave me more then enough light. She was on her stomach facing away from me. Her ass in the air and naked. She was staring at the porn on her laptop, and fucking her self with a hair brush. A week earlier I would of just left, but instead I shoved my hand in my shorts and played along. I had the absolute perfect view, almost like it was arranged. I watched as she finished and collapsed on her bed. I went back to my room and finished my self before going to bed. That was Thursday night.

Saturday night our parents were going out. Some sort of banquet for the company my dad works for. They would be gone all night, and if they drank too much would get a room. This wasn't uncommon, our parents stayed out occasionally, I would stay home to babysit. Of course My sister normally would go to her friends house for the night. But my parents expected me to be home just in case.

So it was 5pm when she walked into my room wearing her normal house attire. A pair of my old gym shorts and a too big tank. She comes up to me and without any shyness asks, "Do you have any condoms?"
Me, "Yeah why?"
Sis, "I want one Duh."
Me, "Why do you want one?"
Sis, "To use. I'm planing on giving up my virginity tonight."

My mind was reeling. We weren't super close, but we had always been upfront and honest with each other. I was the one who told her about sex when she started to show interest in boys. She had walked in on my with a girl more then once. And I wasn't the time of brother to try to stop her. I knew if she had her mind set on it nothing would stop her. I should just be glad she was using protection. So I got one from my night stand and handed it to her and said, "I won't stop you, but are you sure your ready? Are you sure he's the right guy?"

Sis, "I'm ready, I've been waiting for a year now. And I know he would never do anything to hurt me, he loves me."
Me, "Are you sure? Do I know him?"
Sis, "Yes and yes."
Me, "Who is it?"

She smiled, pulled off her shirt, dropped her shorts and right before she kissed me said, "You moron." The thought 'this is my sister' never once went through my head. My hormones took over and I kissed her back, running my hands over her body. We made out standing in the middle of my room for some time. When I needed more I picked her up and tossed her onto my bed. It took me 3 steps to strip and join her. I was far too aroused for drawn out foreplay. I went straight for her bald pussy. I know it's cliche but she tasted sweet. She locked her legs around my neck and her fingers in my hair. She climaxed quickly, and I drank it all in.

She was going to go down on me next but I couldn't wait. I grabbed a condom, she helped me put it on, and eased myself into her. She moaned loud as I went further into her tight virgin pussy. I had enough sense to go slow and not pound her silly. Going slow is the only thing that kept me from blowing my load in the first 5 seconds. She kept asking to try different positions. Once we got to doggie I was more the ready to blow so I told her to finish me with her mouth. I went at it like a porn start, which means I doubt she had ever sucked a real one. But she didn't gag much, and when I told her I was about to come she took it all in her mouth.

We laid in bed together for sometime, before either of us spoke. Sis, "That was fun."
Me, "Yeah, it's been too long for me."
Sis, "At least my first time didn't suck."
It was about now the whole fucking my sister started to settle in. She must have seen my face because she started to laugh, "Calm down. I'm not telling anyone, and I know you wont. I was serious about what I said, I've been planing this for a year. It was just sex, I'm on the pill you used a condom, so it's all good."
Me, "We shouldn't have Your my sister."
Sis, "Oh shut up. Did you like it, Yes. Was it fun, Yes. Were we safe, Yes." She smiled at me again, "Are we going to do it again, Yes and tonight."
I was done for, I was never able to say no to my sister.

After that we got very close. We didn't go after each other all the time. In fact after that first night it wasn't a regular thing. But we talked more and spent more time together. She promised me she would be very picky about any future guys. She even got me laid by one of her super cute friends, which turns out get her laid by the same super cute friend.

I was inspired to right this, because we just fucked a few hours ago and I felt like sharing.

So I'm just gonna post this anonymously as I don't really want to identify myself on here, you never know who's about. Anyways, I've been a very lucky guy and I've got many many stories to tell so I thought "fuck it, let's just put it out there". This is my first time posting on here and I'm not going to be putting up any pictures, I just feel like that's a bit disrespectful and I don't want to get in trouble for that shit. I'll also be changing names to protect those involved, including myself.

So, I was in my teens and I was attending college when I meet this super hot ginger girl, a real stunner. She must've been a few years older than me, maybe three or so. Let's call her Liz. Liz was around 4 foot 9, slim, freckled, brown eyes and red hair and fucking hell her tits were amazing. I can't even describe it, they weren't overly big or anything they were just very "out there" if you get what I mean.

Every day she would come to college and we'd be in a class or two together every so often, she always came to school in this white shirt that clung to her tits tighter than it probably should have. I'm pretty sure whenever she walked into the room every guy snapped their neck to check her out.

Now I'll be honest, I'm not a popular guy and I was even less popular back then, I wasn't exactly considered a cool guy, I was always this scruffy geeky rocker type so I hadn't really had much experience with girls at that point. We all have to start somewhere.

It turned out that Liz was actually a really cool girl, we got talking and we were pretty decent friends, we eventually got into this groove of hanging out in the art room every Monday as we always had time off from classes at that time and it would usually be me, her and her best friend who I was also on good terms with.

We flirted quite a lot, and had some fun, I recall myself teasing her about her gingerness and "out there" tits, so I called her gingertits. Looking back on it it was probably a really childish thing but fuck it, we were young. We flirted with each other every so often and generally hung out getting to know each other, though I never believe anything would come of it.

So this one evening her friend who was usually with us went out, I figured she went out for a walk or something. I continued what I was doing, which I believe was some sort of artwork and Liz smiles, slowly strolls over to me and starts flirting pretty intensely, leaning over me in a way that shoved her tits in my line of sight.

I was fucking terrible with girls back then, I did not know a thing, so I awkwardly sat up and walked around in discomfort, not really sure what to make of the situation. Sure enough, she followed, looking up to me with those beautiful brown eyes and unbuttoning her shirt. I was freaking out so I walked backwards even more and was pretty much pinned against the wall with her still approaching.

I can't be sure as it's been years ago but she stared me right in the eyes, smiled all cute and half-jokingly said something to do with the two of us getting together and leant in for a kiss, pushing herself against me I could feel her tits press against me.

At this point something clicked, call it instinct but I just completely forgot about all the nervousness and how unsure I was about it and I leant down and kissed her, she was so fucking short. Things got heavy fast, we were making out pretty hard and I'll admit I wasn't really thinking. I lifted her up and placed her on the counter that surrounded most of the art room, literally tearing off her shirt and revealing her beautiful tits, I damn near tore that shirt in half.

We continued to make out, she was very clearly enjoying it, having gotten what she wanted and was biting her lower lip, holding onto her shirt as it fell down her shoulders. I had gotten harder than I ever had before and suddenly began taking off my jeans, god I wanted to fuck that slutty little bitch.

But no, she said she didn't want that as she was saving her virginity for someone she loved and tbh that was a real ball ache but she made up for it. She jumped down from the counter and fell to her knees. She began unzipping my jeans and pulled my underwear down with them, revealing my cock. I was pretty self conscious, as I imagine most guys are but it turned out I had nothing to be self conscious of.

She smiled, shocked at the size of my cock, I'd always thought it was average but apparently it was the biggest she had ever seen outside of porn. She smiled and held it in her tiny hands, she was so damn petite. She was so happy to have a cock to play with, she began sucking, playing with the head with her tongue and licking it up and down. Eventually I face fucked her pretty hard and she gagged, I'm sure she loved it as she couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't hold it in anymore and she began jerking my cock with both of her hands, licking my cock with her mouth as wide as she could make it. I came in her mouth, it splashed a little over her pale pink lips and she swallowed it all, even wiped it off of her lips and swallowed that as well.

We quickly got our clothes back on and returned to our seats and as soon as we do Liz's friend comes back into the art room asking "so what did I miss" and neither of us said a word, we just looked at each other and laughed a bit. We never got up to any mischief again as I left the college soon after and we didn't stay in contact but I still think about it sometimes and I can't help but imagine how great her tight virgin pussy must have been.

Sorry for any mistake there, I'm not an erotic writer, I'm just talking about my experiences. Hope you enjoyed anyway, let me know if you want to hear any more. Trust me, they get wilder.

-DK

Friday Night….

On a warm Friday evening back in 2019, around 6p, I get a desperate call from my best friend… “Can you stay at the house this weekend, entertain her, please” he desperately begins the call with? “Her” is his wife… I chime in “yeah man, she’s definitely feeling lonely lately” I say as I push for specifics…

(her and I chat, he and I chat, offering my opinion is very common as this has been the topic of conversation for quite some time)

Ignoring me completely, he continues,

“She keeps busting my balls, calling every 10 mins. She feels isolated, alone, you know how she is!” Again, I chime in, “brother she’s 40, the kids are almost out of the house, she wants you to spend time with her, take her to dinner, do shit”. He wants to respond but has nothing, he knows I’m right. “Brother, you both can afford to go do things, she wants to go places, experience life”.

For the record, and totally off topic. this man’s wife has the greatest pair of big fat tits. For those who think “bigger is better”, this is the one! Furthermore,
she’s thick but tone with dirty blonde hair, about 5’7”. Thinking about it, she has Kitty Lee’s body with a much prettier face.. A very attractive woman with a body built for fucking.

(according to hubby, she has a high sex drive and is very open minded… Cocksucker hit the lotto for sure)

With a long sigh he annoyingly utters what I could see coming from a mile away, “I don’t have time for this, Bobby is about to go on, can you stay at my place and keep her off my back so I can enjoy myself?”

And there it is…..

Honestly, he’s frustrated, I get it. He plans ahead for this weekend long festival well in advance, keeps her in the loop through the entire process, it’s kind of fucked thats she’s laying this guilt trip on him while he’s hours away. I’m torn, he’s been dropping the ball with regard to their marriage for a while now.. Then again, this is his once a year “get fucked up and jam out with thousands of dirty hippies weekend, “I suppose she should honor that.

Regardless…

Reluctantly, I respond with Sure man, I’ll head up there now and hang with her….” (honestly, I just want to hang at home, rub one out and crash, it’s been a long week but fuck it, she’s good people and fun to drink with)

Relieved, he replies “text me when you get up there, I’ll call and let her know, thanks brother” and quickly hangs up.. I set the phone down, take a deep breath, collect my shit and prepare for my hour long trip….

A bit of background on the friendship. Buddy and his wife married young, 18-19, had kids, they’re in their teens. We’ve known each other for about 20 years and they are 4-5 years my senior.

For the last few years we do dinner on Friday evenings at their place, a modest spot in the middle of cow country. We smoke, drink and eat well. I normally stay the night, sometimes sticking around on Saturdays to help with ongoing renovation projects.

We’re all an open book by the way, we know everything about each other. It’s actually very nice, I enjoy their company, as they definitely enjoy mine..

I’m divorced, have a great job and a high school age kid. I also have a very comfortable couch and plenty of food in a decent suburban apartment.
An apartment I will enjoy some other time, my drive is complete..

Teresa (wife) is on the porch, shorts, tank top, drinking a rum and coke. She has her hair in a ponytail, which is new for her. She normally dresses like a Sunday school teacher. Her hair always down, outfits very conservative, “boring” is the best way to put it. She certainly doesn’t show off her figure, her gigantic tits always put away, which is a shame quite frankly..

With a hug and peck on the cheek, I make a sarcastic comment, as I normally do, “sweet handle bar, you’re missing one side”. Teresa gives me a “you’re not funny” smirk” and proceeds to tell me that she’s been “experimenting with new styles”.

I waste no time, “you got it, flaunt it, I know Sam (hubby) would like to see more of you experimenting”. She immediately lets out a laugh, like, a quick chuckle filled with doubt, if that makes sense?

Again, in a serious tone I proclaim, “seriously, switch it up, show him you still got it, let him see other men gawk at you, get that little head going…..” She looks at me defeated and says “he knows what I have, what he has access to. He chooses to ignore me” using her hands to outline her breasts and body, exactly how the Price is Right women would display a new prize.. “I’m lonely, tired of being treated like I don’t exist. Months ago I asked him to sit the festival out” she exclaimed. “I asked if we could go away, focus on us for a minute, that I needed him…” Starting to well up, she rhetorically asks “Where is he” as she walks into the house….

So here I am, barely been there 10 minutes, she’s already crying and I’m on the porch by myself thinking “you couldn’t of talked about something else, you had to immediately bring up her failing marriage, good job jackass”….

She’s a strong woman, emotional and poetic, but tough. It wasn’t long before I hear her calling my name from inside the house. I take a deep breath and head inside. Teresa is in the kitchen, she cleaned herself up and is mixing both of a strong cocktail. Without missing a beat, she hands me my drink, we cheers and take a sip as she immediately picks up from where we left off.

As she starts to speak I take a step forward and gently lean in to give her a warm, comforting hug. I definitely surprised the shit out of her. At first she was stiff as board, cold, surprised at my very forward act. It took a minute before you could feel her body relax…. Not saying a word, we stood there hugging, my arms around her upper shoulders, hers around d my waste. Both of us, a firm yet gentle embrace, you could tell it meant something. It was quite nice if I’m being honest.

(being a dude, I have to point out how great her tits felt pressed against my chest, I finally have visual confirmation, as well as touch, of just how fucking big they are. Her puffy hard nipples, pressed against my chest, perfecto!)

After what felt like 20 minutes, I now have a rock hard dick so I pull away. “You’re a smart, beautiful, sexy woman who deserves happiness” I say, as I try to conceal my very obvious excitement. She looks at me and smiles as I conclude my thought “ponytail and tank top, my new favorite look” as I look down, laser focused on her giant titties that were currently on display, hours and hours of fun, beautiful cleavage, no bra)

Remember when I said “we know everything about each other?” It’s no secret hubby and I both have a thing for huge giant titties, conversations she’s been privy too, normally just giggling and walking away.. Staring down at them was certainly knew, however, she was well aware of my infatuation, in general, for big natural breasts. Yeah, I’ve looked at her, but nothing more than looking, in my head she’s a no-go, off limits..

It’s at that moment, still in our embrace, she says “I have to come clean”. Oh boy” spews out of my mouth as I question her, not with words, but wi5 the look in my eyes….

“I’ve had a crush on you for the last 20 years.” And don’t worry, Sam knows, he thinks it’s funny. “But, I want you to know, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Shocked, I ask “When me and the ex visited you, is this why you treated her poorly? Shaking her head in agreement, Teresa responds “that bitch took you for granted, treated you like shit for years”, you deserved better, fuck her”.

I laugh out loud as I share “she’s my one and only bad lay, dead inside and in the sack, terribly boring with no enthusiasm, a waste……” Teresa chuckles and shares “well, at least Sam has a big dick but I fantasize about other people when he fucks me. The one or two times a month he does fuck me, I keep my eyes closed, I go through the motions to keep my life semi-normal, but I’m not in love with him anymore, too many years have gone by, I’m over it”.

“Teresa, I had no idea it was this bad, I know he can be a dick, but never thought it was on this level, what are you going to do?” Teresa takes a step back, grabs our drinks and confidently shares “Hanna has three years of school left” as she hands me my drink, “once she graduates and goes to college, I’m leaving”. Her eyes start to fill with tears as we both take a big gulp of intoxicatingly strong rum and cokes… She leans over, grabs a tissue and wipes her eyes as we both take a well deserved gulp of mind numbing spirits…

Our drinks polished off, Teresa quickly time for another” as she grabs my glass and heads for the counter…… Unsure of what to say, completely blown away with the last hour of my life, Teresa swings her head around, ponytail in the air, and says “I’m sorry if my confession has made you uncomfortable, that was not my intention, I just needed you to know” as she turned her head forward to focus on drinks.

I don’t know what came over me, but I felt this urge to hold her.. The last hour had quickly turned in an emotional adventure for the two of us. However, she had a minimum of three years of hell to go through, which saddened me. I had lived that life and it miserable, my heart ached for her.

Throwing caution to the wind, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her stomach, careful to stay below her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and reached for my arms. I whispered in her ear, “I’m here for you” as she let out a whimper and sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before my dick was coming to life.. She was absolutely pressing her ass just enough for my guy to feel it. Moving from side to side, T was knowingly trying to get me hard and I could care less. I whisper in her ear “I know what you’re doing”, as I begin to mirror her movements, moving my dick from side to side, pushing in….

With both a whimper and deep breath Teresa takes her hand and begins to run it along my covered dick.. “Oh yeah” she says as I let out a gentle moan, immediately, and slowly, moving my fingers to the base of her giant breasts. I think to myself, “Finally” as I open my hands and grab the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever felt. Teresa let’s out a soft moan, catching her breath enough to say “please fuck me!”

Im so fucking hard I can’t stand it, as I respond “soon baby, soon” as I move my right hand inside her waistband, her pussy and clit my targets. She moans out again as I take my left hand, already squeezing and pinching her left nipple, I quickly grab her throat, pulling her head to my my face, forcefully, T whimpering away “How bad do do you want my dick in you” I whisper as she runs her tongue along her upper lip..

3 seconds later, and not missing a beat, Teresa, her hand in my pants now, my dick in hand……. Actually, it’s more like, “Teresa the magician, her hands suddenly down my pants, with a king fu grip on my dick, a grip so tight she could tell you how many beats per minute my heart was pumping” she’s rapid fire jerking me, it’s to tip, long strong stokes……

In return, my left hand still gripping her neck and my right hand buried in her pussy, I have two fingers fucking her pussy while rubbing and pressing her clit with her thumb.. T, well, she starts to moan and loudly and shake as she nutted all all over my fingers….

Teresa hadn’t been touched like this for some time, that was evident!

I nibble on her ear lobe, as she catches her breath, still feeling the effects of my fingers…. I whisper, “now you can have my dick”, slide me into your pussy” as I turn her to the right, and bend her over her kitchen table.. With my dick rock hard and still in her hand, I grab her ponytail and make my way for her opening.. With my left hand, now gripping the sexiest tits I’ve ever played with, I turn her head toward mine and say “that’s my pussy” as she loudly grunts out “take your pussy” as she rests my dickhead at the opening of her love canal..

Deep breath, deep breath as I tease Teresa with my dick, ready to push in fully, sliding in, the phone rang.. I pause, caught of guard by the phone, I say “fucking figures” as T slams her ass backwards and takes my dick…. “Yeah it does” she says as I quickly remember what my objective is….Pony-tail pulled back, left hand firmly holding a giant tit, sexy mom/wife panting as her wet pussy is ready to make a mess, I lay into to her, hard, deep, and aggressive, phone ringing off the hook…..

Let’s be honest… This didn’t last long… 5-6 minutes later, as our hearts race, Teresa screams out “you’re going to make me cum” in what I can only describe as a surprised tone.. “You’re pussy s soaked i murmur, ponytail still in hand, her back still arched, her moans and pants, now similar to a countdown. She’s ready to blow boys!! I give her everything I have, table creaking, both of us moaning loudly, Teresa’s pussy tightens…..

That’s all it took! In unison, I thrusted as deep as I could into her tightened pussy, and fucking unloaded as T let me know just how appreciative she was, nearly falling over as she came all over my dick. With her ponytail still in hand, left titty still firmly in my clutch, I bit on her ear and neck as we both appreciated just felt the effects of a fantastic nut……

A few minutes later, both of us, chuckling and giddy, completely spun from what just happened, get a drink of water. As I’m guzzling like a thirsty African baby, T pipes up and says “I haven’t came like that in years” as she stood back and took a sip of water, almost shocked at what happened. I ask if everything is ok and she quickly says “oh yes” as she intentionally spills water out of her mouth and down her huge jugs. “Thirsty” she asks as I quickly do what a man with a huge natural tit fetish does, as I grab both tits, in a loving embrace, pull them to my face, kiss her deeply and begin sucking her nipples………

Oh yeah, the ringing phone? That was Sam, I forgot to let him know I had arrived… No worries, 60 seconds after pumping his wife full of my nut, as I’m sucking her tits, Sam called back.. T answered, out of breath, Sam completely unfazed, he babbled away, praising me up and down to T, as she stroked my dick.

Sam, “so happy” that I “gave up my weekend to help him out”, requested me on the phone.. “Yo brother” I shout as he immediately thanks me then starts a long winded diatribe, excited to share the highlights of the bands, the setting and the great food. T, left to her own devices, grabs my dick, fat tits swinging, full naked body, she leads me by my dick to the couch as she holds up two fingers…. Sam, he’s still raving about his stress free hippy induced weekend, clueless to the fact that as I say ”sounds like so much fun brother” his wife is on her back, legs spread, pussy soaked, guiding my dick back in the very same spot Sam used to call home.. Round 2 has indeed started,,

Sam called back the next day, he and I on the phone for quite awhile. I remember him saying “its much more relaxed now” as he immediately started the process of repeating the same shit he said the night before, which led to him thanking me again for getting his wife off his back… “Yeah man, she seems happy to have company” I blurt out as he asks for me to put her on the phone…

“Oh man, she’s at the market” I say, as Sam chuckles quite loudly, blurting out “yeah she loves spending my money,” as he chuckled on, eventually saying “I’ll call later” as he hung up…. I’d imagine he saw a half naked dirty chick, or dudes eating shrooms, which is why he just hung up.. He was “on to the next one” ass they say…

Speaking of which…

I’m triple checking to make sure the phone is off screaming out “I can’t hold it anymore!” T, mouth soaked with saliva and spit, and clearly not at the market, grabs my nuts and slams her face to the base of my dick, not missing a beat, or drop, as she emptied my sack deep in her throat… Like a bitch, I screamed out as I felt every last drop empty my nuts. By the way, a second orgasm not long after a man’s first orgasm is quite intense, it’s quite nice!

Teresa enjoyed sucking my dick with her husband on the phone. Admittedly, I enjoyed it as well. The threat of getting caught is quite addictive. So much so, we test the limits of our sexual prowess weekly. I fuck my friends wife regularly, right under his nose..

Case in point-

Friday before Christmas, while Sam sits in his recliner, stoned out of his mind, eating cookies zoned out, Teresa and I will go for a night walk. Sam completely unfazed and happy to have the tv to himself, clueless that his wife and over night guest are 20 ft away, watching him watch tv, fucking like school kids. Me squeezing her nipples, smacking that ass, pulling her hair, drilling her pussy! Teresa, holding onto a tree, taking my dick from behind like the good girl she is, her fat little pussy tightening as she cums, while empty my seed deep into her, fully embraced, while hubby watches cartoons or some shit…

Or right now.. He just got in the shower. T, in a flannel, no bra, immediately goes in and grabs a tissue, making sure the coast is clear. Sam, fully engulfed in washing his ass has no idea his wife literally walked out of the bathroom, about 10ft, slide her pants down and sat on his buddies dick. Of course, I’m unbuttoning and pulling the monsters out, as the smell of Irish Spring permeates the air..

Till next time..

College teen flashing tits

College girls fat teen pussy in the bath tub. Yummy

why is it so many sad men post shit pretending to be woman or pretend to fuck there mothers sisters daughters and people are like " mmmmm tell me more" and think its a real life story hahaa its not its a sad 50yr old man in his boxers wishing he could have had that much fun.

now when ever i have posted real life stories all be it simple or plain people only ever say "fake" "didnt happen" "you wish"

i have never thought i was that lucky but it seems watching all these fake stories im not i have been rather lucky with sex :p
so how about i tell you a real bunch of things that have really happened to me.

REAL LIFE PART HERE.... any one that thinks otherwise has been on here to long reading lies or is just to pathetic to go out and have some fun with real people or jealous.

starting with im a bi male 30
now how many guys been on a chatroom and talked dirty then wanked and left or rp with people in a chat or even talk dirty about meeting with other guys and fucking them but.... they are full of shit they will never do it they have no balls they wank cum and cut the chat of and go to bed lol yeh i have cam2 cam with a few of you over the years.

my 1st gf was a few years ago now
(im not giving every detail, dates an stuff you never no whos readng lol)
and i was with her a few years but after we split i met a lovely young girl on line and i feel in love and dated her for over a year. one thing she was only 14 :p and i was in my twenties
(yeh i can hear the jealous ones going bullshit)
but it was true she was cute n curvy and 34c to a 34d while we dated. now during that time i moved to be closer to her i fucked the life out of her my god she was fucking hot and tight not many real guys will know the feeling, as most will have been lying or been the same age as her when they fucked a girl that age lol and with a smaller dick at that age lets no lie now boys it wont be as tight as an older guy pushing inside. we dated we split :( big sad face

so i was single again... now i was always into a lil ass play having my ass fingerd as i was getting suckd of and had played with a few toys over the years seen how it felt and was always very very curious to try a cock :P so i went on chat ave and clicked gay chat, talked with some guys chated shit like you all have wanked but after a week or so i really wanted it i really wanted to suck a cock and have one inside my ass not just a toy or chat but for real... so one night horny as fuck
( i must add i did and still do clean my ass out fully before i put anythin in it lol)
i go on chat and talk to a local guy hes double my age and gay but single we talk i tell him i have never been with a guy and basically want to but im shittin myself he says if i want we can meet up and do what ever im cumfy with. so i go for it mid 2009 i tell him to come over to mine he does we go up to my bedroom i strip as does he i get on the bed and he gets on touches me wanks me takes me in his mouth its strange but fucking horny so i ask if i can i touch his cock it was soooo strange but sexy and kinky i suck him wank him and after a bit i lay back legs in air and tell him to push in my ass i want fucked and wana feel him in me. he does he gets round and slips up my ass and waw what a strange feeling not a toy in my hand but a guys dick up my hole but it was nice he fucks me a min or so then pulls out rolls over says get on i get on cowgirl style an take his cock in my hand an guide it in my ass waw again lol and i fuck him up n down like a total slut he says u have done this before i was like hell no and i keep going he then starts to wank me of im like omg im gonna cum he says go for it and i burst a huge load and so hard i cum on his chest his face the bedpost and up the wall and it was so hard i sort of needed to rest n close my eyes it was hardest i have ever came even to this day. i look at him n say u wana finish of as well he says sure an gets me onto my belly tells me spread ur legs i do he pushes back up me mmmmmmm fucks me a min and says can i cum in u :p i said hell yes and boom he thrusts right up my hole and cums in me. we roll over he gets dressd we mumble shit and he leaves.

now since that night i was like mmmm i think i need try more but diff things, so i met to suck a guy of only and did suckd him let him cum in my mouth but was to afraid taste it or swallow jus let it drip out lame porn style lol i no i no but hey it was 1st ever cum in my mouth.

from that day until now i have met with a total of 22men. from POF FABGUYS AND CHATROOMS

after a few guys i found a nice preg slut to fuck and fuck her i did 22 and preg i blow 5loads in her that night and sent her on her way. yeh yeh i could have kept her but i mean she was mental i mean bunny boiler stuff after i blow a load in her shes like wana go out with me :s and after i fucked her again she says " wana marry me " AHHHHHH get out of her nut job, that and the fact she was a bit simple but mental i was like nah had my fun get her to fuck before she kills me in my sleep.. ooo and her pussy :( stinks lolll fully hairy and stinking, yuk

i met a few more guys over the course of 2009 and then move back to where i come from. and then i met a nice lil slut i went to school with, well sort of she was 2years younger but i seen her face around so i meet up with her fuck her a few times dump more than a few loads in her cunt and mmmm could she cum, she would shake and squirt and when i say squirt i mean huge not like distance but ammount lol she came and soaked my fucking bed. the next time i licked her out as i luv pussy and wanted it all in my mouth she was like u sure im like fucking let rip dont hold back and boom she cums in my face and squirts like 10times in my face i manage to get like 7mouth fulls of her cum and i mean full mouth and swallow fast as she keeps squirting. now i fuck her 1 last time just after her period when shes not on the pill and then i never hear from her again.... but 10months later i see baby pics on her facebook, could i be the day maybe or maybe 10other guys that fucked her or her bf who she was on of again during our time fucking. who cares she never msg or botherd me again.

since then i met my gf ops did i not mention that ooo and shhhh dont tell her she has fuck all clue lol not about guys or other girls lol well after i met the gf we dated i was loyal for a while.... until i get hit up on my old POF account by a local guy and think mmmm be nice have a lil fun i ask what hes after he says to fuck me so i was like hell go for it we met it was just as we talked about before hand i always like to get details sortd before meets. he walks in drops his jeans im naked already i get down suck him hard then he says ok bend over so i do on the floor on my knees bending over the chair and he rams my ass fucks me and cums right up me :P and i loved it.

then i met some more guys and then i get really lucky a local lil slut msgs me on BEBO and says he ur sexy i was like em ok and she wants meet up maybe and shes local so we met one day a lil rushed as she had only 20mins but we kiss and make out i feel her up suck her lil tits go down on her mmmm nice lil pussy but omg she was sooo tight like a slim but toned no musscle but tight no body fat and i could barely get 2fingers in her pussy ooo she was 15 :p yeh told u i was lucky we mess around shes sucking me off and then she gets a call from mum spoils the day lol she has to go i ask her finish me off she does mmmmm slut :P

and then i met another girl in CHATROOM yeh it was juts my fucking year lol cock on the side a teen girl and now a new 16yr hot lil bit of ass much more chubby but anice lil pussy and i fuck her a few times. including a met at the town centre on a sunday morning, we sit on the bench near shopping centres 2nd entrance we sit i slip my hand down her back into the gap in her jeans at the ass, i push down and jus touch her lil ass then push down for her pussy i slip a finger in and get her going she cums while rolling her head around. she had this hot things of rolling head a lil while her eyes went white soooo hot and shes like we need find a toiler :P mmmmm slut we nip into the shopping centre or mall if your a yank lol and shes in the stall and drops her jeans i fuck her and blow my load over her ass crack an down her thighs :p she pulls up soaking from her own juices and we leave. she goes of to college and that was her done.

then a few more guys for fun and then it dies down for a while over 2011 until a few months ago i get lucky again a few more cocks stil with the gf mind lol and shes like why u only fuck me every other day now and not like when we started (cause back then id fuck her anythn between 3 to 15 times a day) oooo i dono im just no as horny loll fuck no im fucking around loll any way skip to last week. 3rd sept 2012 i met 1 local guy and suck him of no strings then tue im with a local lil slut whos now single and been dumped shes sad and not on the pill so i say u mind if i fuck u she says sure im like u not care if i knock u up shes says nope so we meet i kiss and she was good kisser then i fuck her blow my load right up her pussy mmmmmmmm love the risky cum shot :p then thurs a guy from FABGUYS wants suckd of i say sure and then i wake up sunday and other guy wants sucked of im like fucking hell local towns horny this week. so i met all 3 guys same things each time they walk in pull out there cocks i get down suck them they akk start to jerk hold my face fuck me then shoot a load in my mouth i swallow each load they leave nice n easy then monday i get a msg again from the guy from thur, are u free sure he then drops over same again i suck him of an he leaves.

now with a girl i prefer younger i like to dom a bit, but with a guy i like much older an jus like used as a cum dump and get nothing from them in return. i dont see guys as sexy or want to kiss them or anything dont get me wrong im not mad or blind i get what girls see in brad pitt and that bugging kid from high school musical lol but i dont wana hug them or kiss them lol i jus like cock fun when in mood and horny for it

now not one word of what i have said is a lie or a stretch of the truth its all real ages real things that happened sure my typing is bad but hey a big dick and good at sucking cock and licking pussy out you cant have it all lol

a little total of my bed fun
been with 22guys now...

sucked 22cocks :)
13 loads of cum shot in my mouth :l
13 loads of cum swallowed :P
11 guys sucked my cock
3 guys suckd me of an swallowed :P
2 guys wanked me off :)
1 guy wanked me of as i was on top of his cock riding him :P
7 guys fucked me :)
3 guys fucked me with condom :(
4 fucked me bareback :P:P:P:P
5 times iv let guys cum up my ass bareback.. then i went ass to mouth :P:P
3 guys have came up my ass..... and 1 guy came up my ass 3times ;P:P:P

ironic i have only been with7 woman in my life as i used to be a nice straight guy loll

7 womans total ages add up to 146 :P
2 i have just kissed fingerd licked
7 i have licked out
1 could squirt so good and so much i got 7mouthfulls 1time :P:P:P:P
5 i have fucked :)
5 i fucked bareback :P
4 i have cum inside... and 1 didnt know :P:P:P
3 i came inside even tho they were not on the pill :P:P:P:P
2 have let me cum in there mouths :(
1 has swallowd my cum.... and tuns of it :P:P:P
2 wanked me of many times
1 i licked out then had her piss in my mouth.. i drank it all and came all over her 2times in a row a double orgasim with no wanking :P:P:P

SAY WHAT YOU WANT ITS ALL TRUE IF YOU CANT HANDLE IT TO BAD NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE NO REAL FUN OR REAL LUCK AND NEVER DO WHAT YOU SAY YOU JUST HIDE AT HOME CHATTING SHIT ONLINE INSTEAD OF TRYING IT FOR REAL LOL SO READ MY SHIT N WANK BOYS

I'm bored, guys.

So, I've decided I'm going to share some stuff with you. This is going to be a thread full of my sexual experiences, primarily focusing on my middle school years, which never got too intense but I remember it fondly.

First, let me give you a background on who I am.
I'm a 19 year old college drop out, who works in betting. I make a hard earned living and live in an apartment in my parents house, though I'm working toward moving out soon. I have a girlfriend of three years. The stories I can share can be from a few different ages for me. I can share both homosexual and heterosexual exploration in my BLEEP years, homosexual and heterosexual experiences which involve both consensual and unconsensual encounters with younger individuals in my early teen years, heterosexual encounters which were with kids my own age in my early teenage years, and I suppose sexual encounters with my current girlfriend in my later teens.

The precise story I want to share right now is about me and a girl in my class in 7th grade. My middle school was very small and there was only 13 kids in my grade. Naturally, we all grew very close inside and outside of school and spent at least 25 hours a weekend together.
The night I remember in particular was the night of a big boxing fight. Floyd Mayweather was fighting someone, I don't know who. about 9 of us were hanging out at my friend A's house in his guest room. It was a small room with two small beds in it in an L shape in the corner with a big TV and entertainment system. Usually, we would all hangout in there with a few of us on the floor with a few blankets for comfort and a bunch of us laid out chillin' on the beds. Recently as of then, though, we had been getting a little curious about each other and we would every so often turn the lights out and all fool around and grope each other. Nobody every really kissed or removed clothing; until this night.

My friend A and his girl B had just broken up a week before. That only meant that they didn't hold hands and make out, other than that their relationship was almost the same. He had moved on to a new girl, who we'll call C. So, midway through the night A goes into his room and grabs a bottle of some Mexican liquor he had found in his kitchen. It was small, probably only 8 ounces worth of liquor, but we split it between Me, A, B, and another guy. That was the first time I or B had drank. Soon after that, a few guys went into A's room to play xbox, but I stayed in the guest room with another guy and the five girls there to watch the fight. I don't remember how it happened, but I wound up laying on one of the beds next to B and feeling her small tits. She asked if I could tell her bra was seamless and I asked what it meant. So, she sat up on her knees and pulled her shirt over her head. She then proceded to talk about her bra, but I was staring at her body, now thinking with the head in my pants more than ever before. I asked if her panties matched and she reached down and unbuttoned her shorts, and slid them down to where her legs bent. "Yup."

Soon after that she dressed again and everyone in the room except for me, and I'm sure the other guy in the room, forgot about the incident. Later in the night, everyone returned to the room and we were wathing the main event with the lights off. I was laying on the floor between B and another girl. A and C decided to go to A's room and when I realized he was getting some action from my ex I decided it was only fair for me to return the favor. I turned over and grabbed B's ass and she jumped at my touch. She looked at me and instead of playfully fighting my off said, "Can I kiss you?" I shook my head yes and we proceded to make out for a few minutes.

Nothing more ever happened between us aside from a few other moments where we kept up our groping a little more than usual, but it was one of my favorite nights of middle school.

If anyone is interested in hearing more, tell me. I love to write about my experiences!

Thanks,
MJC

I confess I've only ever fucked fat women, and I wish I could at least experience what it's like to have a pretty little piece of ass I could pick up and toss around the bedroom at will.

I married the second woman I ever had sex with, and while I love her dearly, and she's got great womanly curves, she's heavy as shit and a lazy lover who lies on the bottom with her legs spread and expects me to do the rest. My girlfriend before her was not much different. I've fooled around with younger, fitter teens in my high school and early college days, but because I was a "nice guy" I never pushed for anything more than getting a hand in her panties or a blow job. The hottest girl I ever played around with was a slender 18 year old high school cheerleader with B-cup titties who I fingered all of once for about 3 minutes before her dad came home. She had a sexy little "runway strip" shaved into her pubes, and it was a NICE looking little cunt.

Now I see it's true, that nice guys finish last, because now I'm married to a whale (a beautiful, sweet whale, mind you... but still a whale) who I can't lift without giving myself a hernia, and who wears panties that could double as a rain fly for my tent! We just can't make most positions work because of a lack of fitness (she gets exhausted trying to "drive") and size compatibility issues (her ass and thighs are too big to keep me from getting close, and my dick is apparently too short to make the gargantuan reach). Just once, I would love to fuck silly a tiny little 5 foot nothing baby-faced teenager, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, flexible and fit, who I can bend into one position after another, and who can bounce up and down on my lap without running out of breath, knocking me unconscious with her massive flapping boulders she calls breasts, or crushing my pelvis under her weight.

Sigh... you may begin laughing at my life now.

PS: I would never cheat on my wife. I'm simply fantasizing.

The wife and I went to a party at her friend's house out in the suburbs Saturday night. Nice house with I will admit is a pretty kickass backyard setup with a pool, bar and lounge area with big screen tv, fire pit, etc. Her friend's husband is some sort of IT sales guy or something and clearly pulls in some serious coin. The party was a few of my wife's other friends from growing up and their husbands, but mostly just people from their perfect little suburban neighborhood, which pretty much means a bunch of other moneybag, douche sales guys and their trophy wives as well. Not typically my scene, but hey, I'll drink your booze and eat your food. Her friend's husband is a little older and has an 18 year old daughter from a previous marriage. Her and some of her friends were hanging around the party, swimming in the pool and hanging out in their basement game room. His daughter is pretty freaking hot. From what my wife told me before, this guy's ex-wife (the girls mom) was a college and NFL cheerleader and her daughter clearly got the body from her. Most of the daughter's friends were damn sexy as well, granted in my late 30's almost any 18 year old chick looks hot. And what girls these days pass off as bathing suits, sweet jesus, I could not stop staring. Anyway, I admit I was pretty turned on watching these girls and was definitely sprouting some chub in my shorts. I had a few drinks in me and needed to break the seal and take a piss. I went into their main floor and found that someone was in the bathroom there. So I walked upstairs to find another bathroom as I really needed to piss so didn't want to wait. As soon as I got to the top of the stairs there was a bathroom straight ahead so I went in there and closed the door. Right away I noticed that there was a second door in the bathroom already opened that connected to a bedroom where a light was on and it was clearly the daughter's room. Typical teenager room that was a mess with clothes thrown everywhere & posters on the wall. So I pulled the door shut and started to take a leak. The toilet was positioned under a window that when looking out you looked right down on the back yard and the pool. Looking down at those beautiful young girls and already having a semi-chubby I started stroking my cock a little as I pissed. Then I noticed next to the bathtub was a clothes hamper and sitting right on top was a pair of sexy teen panties. Right then my cock grew to rock hard. I grabbed the panties and held them to my nose, took a deep breath in and could smell the scent of her sweet teen pussy and ass on them. I stroked my cock hard and fast while sniffing those panties and watching her and her friends out the window in the pool. Within seconds I felt my load building up and right when I was about to cum I wrapped her panties around my cock and blew my load inside of them. I admired them one more time and put them back on top of the pile of clothes in the hamper. I was so tempted to push things a little and go snooping around her room, but didn't want to get caught and cause a huge scene. I washed my hands and headed back downstairs. Right as I reached the bottom of the stairs, the daughter was coming in the sliding door with a towel wrapped around her and kind of gave me a "why the fuck are were you upstairs" look. I smiled at her and said, "Hope you don't mind, I think I just used your bathroom since someone was in the one down her." She looked back at me with a disgusted look and said, "Whatever, you better not have taken a shit in there." and she brushed right past me rushing up the stairs. Ha, whatever was right sweetie, I certainly didn't shit in your bathroom! I walked back outside, went over to where our host was at the bar, he offered me up another drink to which I readily accepted and then when he handed it to me he said, "Hope you're enjoying yourself and help yourself to anything, what's mine is yours bro". I think I nearly spit out my drink laughing when he said that. I certainly had enjoyed myself and when we got home, I fucked the shit out of my wife thinking about his daughter's sweet pussy.

i'm a college sophomore home from break. i've been home for two months and i'm so damn horny. its gotten so bad that i masturbate 6-8 times a day. i got bored with regular porn so i started watching gay, age play, old fat perverts fucking tiny teens. i'm not really the type to put myself out there to meet a fuck buddy so every night i just pray that someone will break in kidnap me take me back to their house and gangrape me. yeah....

i'm a 20 year old black female btw

For my protection and my friend this is a fantasy story. it is up to you to decide if it is true or not. but i am not saying that it is. This did not really happen. But, if it did, I would be confessing something that has haunted me for 2 years. My wife of 10 years died of an aneurism suddenly while she was at work. She was an executive assistant for a large company in San Francisco. We had no children. A friend of hers called me in tears before the police arrived at my place of business, which I will not identify. Oddly, I was composed while being told on the phone, kind of. I kept repeating "what?, what?" as if I didn't understand what she was saying. Her crying and sobbing made it clear this wasn't a bad joke. But, I just kept saying "what?" "what?", getting a bit loud at the end. None of my coworkers noticed my demeanor given the nature of our work. My reaction could have been consistent with a normal business call. I cannot explain. I don't remember hanging up the phone. I was sitting there with my mind spinning. trying to make sense of the phone call. I was in complete denial. After a few minutes, I started playing solitaire on my laptop. crazy, i know. but, i didn't know what to do. somehow, the game actually distracted me and I managed to put the phone call behind me. I was strangely at some kind of weird peace. But then I fainted when I saw 2 uniformed police officers standing at the end of the hallway asking a coworker which one was me. When she pointed at me, I suddenly blacked out from shock. They revived me shortly. I did not injure myself in the fall. The older female officer asked me to confirm my name, and then told me what I already knew. I got sick. I threw up until I was dry heaving. I could not believe it. I became hysterical and had to be escorted out by the officers. I didn't really think about it until we arrived at the hospital that they were taking me to identify her body. I panicked. But, a doctor gave me something, I presume a sedative shot. It calmed me down real quick. When they lifted the covering to show her face, i was calm. probably from the drugs. i said, yes that is my wife. next thing I knew I was home. The county medical examiner conducted a pretty quick autopsy to determine the aneurism. I thought those things took longer than that, but I guess they had a good idea what it was and scanned her brain to confirm it.

Her mom took care of the phone calls and funeral arrangements as I was in complete despair. Something that no one knew is that my wife and I were getting a divorce. We had not seen a lawyer or told anyone, yet. She asked for it. That also devastated me. I am an average looking guy, but she was practically a model. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. she was 5 ft 3 in., 120 lbs. light brown hair with hazel eyes. Now she was dead at the age of 33. We had not had sex in 5 years, despite my best efforts. She eventually told me that she had no interest in sex. I did not suspect she was having an affair. I knew her better than that. She knew it was hurting me, so we went to a few specialists and she was diagnosed with hypoactive sexual desire disorder. I did some research and now believe that it could be related to the aneurism that eventually killed her. She was going to file for divorce so that I could find someone who could fulfill my needs. I did not want it but she was very adamant.

A older man I met at church about 3 or so years before this tragedy, ended up being the guy who would be her embalmer at the funeral home. He came to my home to tell me and ask if I wanted him to get someone else, someone I didn't know, to do this THING to my wife. I told him no. it was his job and I trusted him. He kept offering to ask for another embalmer, but I assured him i was fine with it. He was very kind and gentle. He offered his condolences with a tear or two to match my own as he headed for the door. Before I shut the door, he turns abruptly, as if he had forgot something, and asked me if I wanted to see her that night. The transfer to the funeral home from the hospital had already been made. She was in a refrigerated unit at the funeral home. He was going to start the embalming process in the morning once all the paperwork had been filed. I don't know why exactly, but I said yes. I followed him to the home. it was late, probably 11 pm, maybe later. He told me that he was not supposed to do this, so please not to let anyone know. I assured him I would not.

I was expecting stainless steel drawers with handles, like you see in the movies and tv shows, but it was a decent size room that was refrigerated. inside, were three gurneys with people who had died that day. One was my wife, another was a 70+ year old man who had died of a massive heart attack earlier that day while having lunch with his wife. He was a large man, maybe 6 ft 2, 270 or 290, i don't know maybe 300. big guy. the covered body on the third gurney was shaped very similar to my wife. He told me it was a girl who was a passenger in a car with another girl who crashed while texting and driving. the driver lived. This girl, was not wearing her seatbelt. she was thrown fro the vehicle and broke her neck. died instantly. He couldn't keep talking about it. for some reason, the young girls death chokes him up and effects him more than even my wifes. I assume it was because she was so young. a mere teen. He starts to say something, but stops.

So, he's quite emotional after this day and says I can stay as long as I like, until he comes back to get me or I came looking for him, whichever happened first. He was going into the chapel area to nap on one of the benches.

he left me alone with three dead bodies in a cold room. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I approached my wifes body. I pulled back the covering. There she was, as I had seen her before. I stared at her still made up face from work. They hadn't had a chance to clean her up for embalming yet. She was very white, kinda bluish. But, still just as attractive as the girl I fell in love with in college.

I guess it was an impulse. without even looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled the covering down to expose her breasts. I don't know how its supposed to work, post morten, but her nipples, which I hadn't seen in 5 years, were very erect. Her breasts are not very big. She is a small b cup, but still very perky for her age. NOW, I looked around and even went to the chapel to see if my friend was awake. He was snoring loudly.

I suddenly, with a very confusing mix of guilt and excitement, started getting hard. I hurried back to the cold room. I realized I had left the covering half off while I checked on my friend. I didn't bring a jacket, so I was pretty chilly, but my blood starting flowing and suddenly I began to warm up. I pulled my phone from my pocket. i was going to take some nudies of my dead wife. at that point, my cock had taken over and I didn't care how messed up any of this was.

so, with a shudder, I pulled the covering all the way off to the floor. I was in shock. I was expecting a bush, considering she had no interest in sex, but there she was... with the thinnest most perfectly trimmed landing strip I had ever seen on her. I was naturally confused, but didn't waste time wondering "why" she did it, or possibly "for whom" she was doing it. I started snapping photos and got very excited.

that's when things got out of hand. I was so turned on, I wanted to see her pussy. on the table, her cold outer labia was flesh colored and closed. I spread the covering on the ground and picked her up to put her on the floor.

rigor mortis is unsettling to say the least. while her legs and arms did bend down under the weight of gravity, her left leg and left arm seemed to stay more stiff. even her head didn't fall back like I would have expected.

i got her to the floor. and had a difficult time getting her legs to come apart. I finally figured to massage the legs to make them more pliable. eventually, she lay on the cold floor, naked, legs spread showing her perfect and tight pussy. and she was dead.

i didn't stop to think. i kept taking pictures and then realized... i realized the obvious. it was cold, but I got my pants down to my knees and knelt to the floor.

I don't believe in god like most people. i believe in a higher power but don't think he pays any attention to us. i hope I am right. i put my cock against her freezing cold pussy. rigor mortis, no moisture in her pussy, no lubricant. i was screwed.

i had gone this far. i wasn't going to be denied the pussy that was legally mine, at least while she was alive. I started going through drawers. finally, two rooms down the hall, I found some lubricant that I didn't even want to think about why they had it.

Back in the room, I dropped to the floor. I greased up my still throbbing cock. then, gently started applying lube to her pussy. it didn't feel as soft and fleshy as i remembered, but once I got my cock in, I remembered the ecstasy of having sex with my beautiful loving wife.

her eyes were closed, so I wiped my hands and opened them. I was a little surprised when they stayed open. I was fucking my dead wife as she seemed to look at me. I suddenly came harder than i can ever remember. it just kept pumping cum until it started oozing out her vagina.

i fell to the floor next to her. started playing with her erect nipples. and it wasn't more than 2 minutes before my erection returned.

as i lay on the floor, i could see the other two gurneys against the wall, side by side... then I got an evil thought in my head. yes, you know what I did.

I jumped up. penis purple and throbbing out of control. I walked slowly over to the other dead girl. I had no idea what she looked like.

I pulled back the cover and my jaw dropped. she was the most perfect looking blonde I had ever seen. her hair was cut short, up to her neck. And if i had any doubts about if she was a natural blonde before, I just saw the proof. a small patch of silky blonde hair sitting on top of her pussy mound. her tits were also not very big, but thats okay. she had thin, but muscular legs that made them look longer than they were. I noticed a nasty scrape on her left arm and left hip. not too big, and they had been cleaned.

the sheet goes to the floor next to my dead wife. this girl was even lighter than my wife. And somehow she seemed a bit more limber. I don't know why. I repeated the process., massaging her legs until they parted and revealed the smallest set of pussy lips I've ever seen. In a perfect clam shape with still some rosy pinkness left. her lips were also fuller than my wifes. not a lot, but they were cushiony to the touch. I took some books from a nearby shelf to put under their heads so I could see their faces better.

The girls eyes were still closed. When I opened them, they were bright gray, like so many movie stars. except for the scrapes from the accident, her flesh was smoother than my wifes, as a teen girls flesh would be. My wife was stunning. The perfect sex object now displaying her wares. And now this strange girl, legs spread, bright gray eyes appearing to look into mine. neither naked female able to smile, since they were dead. I make sure everything ls lubed appropriately and just before i enter this fresh coed, it occurs to me to check something.

I pulled apart her lips and with some work, and found...a hymen. if there is a god, i'm going to hell anyway. I gently enter her. looking into her eyes, then over at my wife who was now watching me fuck a dead teen girl. when I said her pussy was small and tight, and now a hymen? I wasn't kidding. I have an average size penis, about 5-6 inches. but, the blood had been pumping so long, I has as thick as I was long at this point.

I started to think it was't going to work, then decided I was going to MAKE it happen. the lube was adequate. I pulled back for a forceful thrust and grabbed her shoulders for support as I pushed hard. i felt ripping flesh. i mean lots of ripping flesh. i looked down and saw some blood. just what rubbed off her vagina as I made her a woman. I kept going. my god, it was impossibly tight. within a minute, i had again cum more than i thought i had in me.

i cleaned myself off, thinking it was time to put everyone back in place. but, i saw them again. lying side by side. these two beautiful women, totally naked. and totally mine to do as I wish.

I rolled the both over. they could have been mother and daughter. perfect asses. just absolutely perfect. i lubed up. started pumping my wifes asshole. When she was alive, she said that is something she would NEVER EVER do. out of the question. Yet, there I was. pushing my cock into her asshole. it felt a little, grainy, i guess? but obviously very tight. She was dead. I could go as deep as I wanted. I pushed and pushed, grinding into her cold, but bouncy soft ass cheeks. it felt incredible.

then, the girl. it felt about the same, but her ass was smoother, heaving and swollen, although, quite cold which I had gotten used to. I managed to lift her to her knees, sort of. i grabbed her tits and pulled myself into her as deeply as I possible could. that's when the final and most powerful gushing of cum started. I'm laying on her back kissing her neck as my cock empties into her. at that moment i thought of the girl who was driving. how much more guilty she would feel if she saw her friends hymen and asshole torn to shreds because she couldn't wait to text later.

an hour or so later, I had cleaned everything up. found new coverings. the old ones were quite dirty now. and had both in place and looking pretty much like they did when I arrived.

i put the dirty sheets in my car and trashed them later.

after I was sure i had all in order, i woke my friend, the embalmer. he was embarrassed he has slept so long. I told him it was fine, because I got to say goodbye to my wife.

He tells me he is going to stay and start the embalming since its almost morning, anyway. He walks me to the door. gives me a hug and tells me again how sorry he is. then...what he says next, well, that is why I'm confessing today. I'm an evil person. More than you know. My friend, who was kind enough to bring me to the funeral home to see my wife... he tells me what he was too emotionally choked up to say before his chapel nap.

that poor girl in the room with my wife? that was his granddaughter. She had just graduated high school and was heading to a Purity Pledge meeting before heading to Summer Camp. A Christian group of teens that pledge to maintain their virginity until marriage. He said to me that the only solace he could find in this senseless death, is that she will go to her grave having kept her promise.

Yes. I am going to hell.

COLLEGE BOY (pt 2)
Mom/son elit. Sorry, it's been a minut 😅 but I did write a part 2! Part 1 should be searchable if you're interested.

Andrew was still recovering from his intense orgasm when his mom rested her hand on his bare chest and broke their deep and loving kiss. He was holding her close to his naked body, as if letting go of her might end some spell they were both under. He felt her stiff nipples against his skin as she inhaled, her eyes meeting his.

"I think I might need a tissue," Sarah said, wiggling her nose and using her free hand to wipe a little of his cum from her cheek. They smiled at eachother and he relaxed his embrace so she could go and grab a paper napkin. 

He stood staring at her bare back, admiring the curves of her figure, and the way her jeans hugged her rounded ass. She turned back to her son and laughed quietly at his expression. Andrew mentally shook himself, grinning sheepishly, and bent over to pull up his boxers and pants from around his ankles.

"Leave the pants, sweetie" his mom winked at him, throwing the napkin in the bin. She was tingling all over with excitement for the evening ahead, knowing her 18 year old's libido would have him hard again soon enough. Her nipples were still firm with arousal and she could feel the wetness between her legs as she crossed the kitchen, grabbing the pizza menu and her wine from the counter.

Sarah headed back to the lounge, passing close to Andrew, and he stuck his arm out to stop her in her tracks, bending his face to tentatively steal another kiss from his mom. She obliged, hardly believing how perfect it felt. Sarah sighed happily as they broke apart and continued on her way, her son turned and followed her, watching her hips swaying as she walked.

She put her wine glass on the coffee table and they settled on the couch together, he sitting in the corner with her leaning back against his side. His arm draped over her shoulder and his hand cupped one of her soft breasts as she perused the menu. "Shall we just get a large pepperoni?" She asked, turning slightly to look at him, placing one hand on his thigh and squeezing gently.

"Sounds good" he replied, his free hand resting on hers as he felt a fresh stirring in his boxers. This was insane. He kept thinking he would wake up any second. The sensation of his mom's fingers caressing his inner thigh made him shiver and his cock twitched. He gripped her hand in his, wanting to prolong their encounter.  "Let me call them," he said, kissing her cheek and getting up to grab the phone and dial the pizza place.

As he did so, Sarah laid back on the couch and studied her son. He was almost a full head taller than she was now, slender but not skinny, with toned arms and upper body, and the cutest little butt that she had wanted to grab on many occasions. His brown hair was in need of a trim but it framed his handsome face well, and matched his dark eyes. She bent one arm and placed her hand under her head, the other resting across her chest just under her bare breasts.

Andrew turned to look at his mom as the call connected and he started placing their order. She got up to grab her card from her purse, and he was again transfixed by her sensual body. Sarah brought the card to him and when he took it she let her hands wander over his chest and back while he struggled to give the details over the phone. She kissed his shoulder and along his collar-bone, his arm wrapping around her and cupping her butt, squeezing and holding her to him. Finally he thanked them and hung up, turning his face to hers to kiss her again.

"How long?" She murmured, her fingers hooking into his boxers as she stepped backwards, pulling him with her, kissing as they went. She decided she'd waited for long enough for a moment that she had dreamed of but never really thought would happen.

"Half an hour," he answered as they reached the couch and Sarah moved her hands to his shoulders and guided him to sit down. Andrew put his hands on his mom's hips, parted his legs and pulled her to stand between them, tilting his face up slightly to take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth and gently suck on it.

It was an unbelieveable sensation for Sarah, looking down into her son's adoring eyes as he suckled at her breast, her hand brushing his hair back off his forehead. She knew it was wrong, knew neither of them would ever be able to tell a soul about their forbidden lovemaking, but she didn't care. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her too.

Andrew moved his mouth down to kiss his mom's belly as he undid her jeans, and she wiggled her hips as he tugged them down. He saw her satin and lace panties, the fabric wet with her juices, and felt his cock twitch again. He'd seen those panties in the laundry before and they'd certainly fuelled one or two fantasies.

Sarah lifted one leg and then the other as Andy dutifully helped pull her jeans down off her feet. When her legs were free she pushed him back and placed her right knee beside his left thigh on the seat. She leant into him, her supple breasts level with his face, and placed her left knee on the other side of him, straddling his lap.

Andrew was in awe. Obviously his mom knew what she was doing, but this was way sexier than he'd ever imagined. Sarah rested her forearms on his shoulders. She was looking down at him with as much lust as he was feeling, her face so close to his. He put his arms around her, hands sliding up her back to hold her shoulders and pull her into him.

Sarah resisted slightly, making Andrew let out a soft whimper and shift his pelvis underneath her. She was aching to have him inside her but she wanted him hard as a rock first. She touched her nose to his, her mouth close enough to kiss, but when he tried she pulled away, teasing her son as she had imagined doing for so long. She looked into his eyes and lowered herself onto his lap, her panty-covered mound pushing on his tented boxers. His erection was sandwiched between them now and Sarah began to slowly gyrate her hips to rub herself against his bulge.

The heat from his mom's pussy made Andy's cock throb and he felt precum leak from the tip. He dragged his hands down his mom's back to her waist, holding her, encouraging her to grind on him. He could feel her wetness soaking through to his skin and shifted his hands down to her meaty thighs, then up her legs and inside her panties to hold her beautiful butt.

A soft moan escaped Sarah, her breathing shallow and rapid with desire, and she finally kissed her son again. In that instant his hands gripped her buttocks harder and he thrust his hips up, making sure she knew just how wild she was driving him. She pushed down, letting him know the feeling was mutual.

Andrew couldn't wait any longer. He put his hands on her hips and pushed her pelvis away from his so that he could reach inside his now moist boxers and free his solid cock. They both looked at his engorged penis and Sarah slid one hand down his chest to rub her index finger over the moist tip. She got off his lap then, and slipped her panties down, standing naked before him.

Her heart was racing as she watched him lift his butt off the sofa cushion and work his boxers down to his knees, then let them drop to the floor. Andrew looked her up and down, his eyes coming to rest on the soft triangle of flesh between her legs. The hair there was trimmed, sparce on the mound but thicker along her lips, and glistening with her juices. His cock twitched once more, standing up straight and proud, all for her.

"C'mere Mom," he said, softly, one hand extended to take hers. She took it and he pulled her to him again, his other hand taking her hip to steady her as she straddled him once more. Sarah's free hand took his shaft and she guided his helmet along her slit and to the entrance of her wet pussy. She released it then, the very tip resting just inside her hole, and put both her hands on the back of the couch, either side of his head.

Andrew could barely breathe, and almost didn't want to move. He cupped his mother's breasts in his hands and bent his face to nuzzle them lovingly. He inhaled then, and when he did his nose was filled with the smell of her. It was intoxicating. She responded by kissing the top of his head, his temple... He slipped his hands around to her back and tilted his face up towards hers so she could kiss his cheek, then, as her lips found his, she let herself slide down his hard cock.

The sensation of her warm wetness accepting him was unreal, and far more exciting than he'd imagined it would be. He kissed her deeply but, once his mom was sat on his thighs, with his full length inside her, he tilted his head back, eyes closed, and let out a low moan.

Sarah stayed motionless, enjoying the feeling of her son's virile penis buried to the hilt within her walls. Her hands moved to run her fingers through his hair, holding his head. Andy opened his eyes and met his mom's gaze, watched her bite her lower lip, felt her rise up again on her knees until he almost slipped back out of her perfect pussy.

His hands quickly slid down to her waist and gripped the flesh above her hips. "No..." he whispered, lifting his hips to push back inside her a little.

"No?" she whispered back, her hands now back on his shoulders, a naughty glint in her eye as she raised one eyebrow.

Andrew squeezed her hips a little harder, trying to pull her back down onto his cock, aching to fuck her hard and deep. She resisted, with a little shake of her head, but his hands moved up her back and curled up over her shoulders as he sat up and brought his mouth to hers again. "Please, mom. I want you so bad," he murmured, and Sarah let out an involuntary noise as she allowed her son to thrust his tongue into her mouth while simultaneously pulling her down onto his amazing cock.

Lust had taken them both over. Their hands roved over one-anothers bodies, nails digging into skin, fingers pulling hair, as Sarah rode her son like she rode his dad before him.

Andrew cupped and kissed his mom's soft breasts, and flicked his tongue over her nipples. When she sat down hard and ground her clit against him he slid his arms around her, nuzzled his face against her neck, and spoke quietly into her ear. "You're amazing, mom... you feel incredible..."

Sarah moaned. She pulled Andy's hair to tilt his head back and kissed him hard, sucking on his tongue when he slipped it between her lips. She ceased her grinding and began to bounce on him again, his hands holding her hips so he could thrust up into her and set the pace, his breathing changing, catching, as they found their rythm.

Sarah's hands rested on the back of the couch and Andrew shifted under her as they fucked, his butt moving closer and closer to the edge of the seat, lying back... it changed the angle of his thrusts, and he revelled in the sensation, the altered pressure on his shaft, her pendulous breasts swaying infront of his face.

It wasn't long before he felt his climax fast approaching. "Oh god, mom, you're gonna make me cum," he gasped, with a little hint of panic in his voice. His hands, so keen to encourage her just moments before, now attempted to slow her movements, but Sarah was having none of it. "Mom, stop! I'm gonna cum!"

"Good boy," Sarah said, nodding as she looked down lovingly into his face. "That's my good boy," she placed her hands over his on her hips and continued to rise and fall on her son's throbbing cock, walls rippling arounds his sensitive helmet. He was on the edge, now, and she rocked her hips with each bounce. "Good boy... cum for mommy," she moaned, head back, chest flushed with heat and arousal. "Cum in mommy, baby."

Andrew's reaction to those words was almost animalistic. He held her still and grunted, his eyes shut tight, mouth open, almost a pained expression on his face as, for the second time that night, his mom made him orgasm. "I'm cumming, mommy" he managed to blurt out as she felt his cock start pulsing and knew he was emptying his seed into her with a couple of slow, hard, thrusts.

Andrew sat up on the edge of the sofa, wrapping his arms around his mom's upper body, shuddering occasionally as he clung to her, panting, kissing her flushed skin. She wiggled on his lap a little and manoeuvered to lift herself off of his sensitive cock, making him gasp and let out an involuntary breathy laugh as his helmet slipped from her juicy slit.

Sarah stood before her son where he was perched on the couch and was quite surprised when he reached out for her hips and pulled her closer to kiss her belly, just below her navel. Then he looked up at her, chin against her stomach, his cheeks pink, his brow beaded with perspiration. She smiled down at him and he made a little "mmm" of satisfaction as he exhaled through his nose. He shook his head, almost in disbelief, and pushed her away again, just slightly, before standing up and taking her face in his hands for another kiss.

Sarah's arms wrapped around him and she felt his cock, still wet with their mingled juices, pressed against her thigh. She could also feel the sensation between her legs as his seed began to leak from her. "I need to go wipe up," she said, looking sternly at him. "You've made me all sticky!"

"Sorry, mom" he replied, trying to look sincere. She laughed at him and swatted his butt, playfully. "Hey!" he exclaimed, trying to grab her wrist, but she dodged his attempt and grabbed her panties off the floor, laughing. "Food'll be here soon," she said, looking at the clock. "I'd get some clothes on if I were you!"

"Oh shit, yeah!" Andrew laughed. he was suddenly ravenous. He watched her gathering their clothes and tilted his head as she handed him his. "You didn't cum, did you, mom?

"No, sweetie," she looked up at his face and lifted a hand to his cheek, smiling slightly. "But I will," she winked. Andy grinned.

Sarah headed out of the lounge and as he turned to watch his mom go upstairs Andy saw the light play across the wall in the hall, signalling a car was pulling up outside their house. Perfect timing! He hurriedly pulled on his boxers, brushing the slightly damp front with his palm. He opened the front door as the delivery guy was climbing the porch steps.

"Hey, man," Andy smiled.
"Hey...." the driver looked at Andy's state of undress, his touseled hair and flushed skin, and smirked. "Hot date?"
"The hottest!" Andy replied, taking the box from the bewildered man. "Thanks, bud."
"No problem, man. And hey, have a good night!" The delivery guy winked and turned on his heel. As he headed away and the door swung closed behind him he could swear he heard the teen call out "Pizza's here, mom!"

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I was always a horny girl, but the dirtiest night of my life was shortly after I turned 18. I had just graduated from high school, but I had only had sex twice. Both times, it was fantastically awkward and I loved it. Most recently was at the start of Senior year, and now I was getting ready to leave the state for college. I felt wild, I wanted to hit my new school with a sexual gusto - I needed experience. I had been fantasizing for a couple years of a gangbang. Through my two sexual encounters and a few blowjobs and handjobs, I had learned that I loved to please others. The idea of being able to please a group of men all at the same time excited me in a special way that nothing else did. I wanted to be a memorable experience, I wanted to be the girl that no one forgot.
I have always been a tiny girl. Short and petite. Small, B-cup breasts with perky pink nipples. My ass is small, but round. I have dark red hair that goes down to my nipples. While I wouldn’t say I got no attention in school, I wasn’t exactly popular. One night that summer after graduation, I was hanging out with a girl I barely knew for the first time, and some guys from school invited her to a party. She asked if I’d like to go, and we reasoned that we had nothing better to do. It was a long drive, though, about 45 minutes out of the city. On the way there, I started thinking about fucking a guy at the party, and I decided that my opportunities to be a freak in my home town were dwindling. I decided that I was getting laid that night one way or another.
When we got to the party, it wasn’t much of a “party”, but just a group of guys hanging out and drinking out in the boonies. The house was secluded, with very few other homes around - a recent development. There were eight of them, and we were the only two girls in attendance. After a courtesy beer, the girl I was with pulled me aside and told me that she felt outnumbered and awkward and she was leaving. We had just driven so far that I wasn’t ready to turn around and head home. After a short argument, I told her that she should leave me, and that I would get a ride home from one of the guys later that night. A good friend never would have left me alone with eight guys that night, but luckily for me she wasn’t a good friend, just an acquaintance.
I started to think about ways that I could go wild and felt myself getting wet. I was young and naive and didn’t know how to come out and say “Hey, I want to have sex with you guys!”. I decided to pretend to get extremely drunk, figuring that if they thought I was blacking out, I couldn’t be held accountable for my actions.
After my friend left, I nursed a single beer for about an hour, but pretended to be increasingly intoxicated. Once I felt my act was in good standing, I decided to make my move.
One of the guys was sitting alone on the couch, so I cuddled up next to him and pretended I was passing out. He asked if I wanted him to take me home, but I didn’t respond. After a minute or two I laid down on the couch with my head in his lap. He began stroking my hair, which made me feel like I was in good hands. I could feel a moisture spreading throughout my panties.
Growing hornier by the second and desperate to move things forward, I began to nuzzle my face against his cock, feeling it slowly grow hard and press against my face. He cleared his throat nervously.
Another guy must have started to notice what was happening, and sat by my feet. He put a hand on my foot at first, then sheepishly moved it up the back of my leg until he was squeezing my ass. They started to murmur about me, and the rest of the guys were gathering around.
I started teasing the second guy’s cock with my foot. They were all talking about me as if I wasn’t there, calling me a drunk slut. They thought I had blacked out. Playing the role was turning me on, I liked hearing what they really wanted to say about me, not what they thought I wanted to hear.

“I bet I could get her to suck my dick.”

It was the first guy. His friends started egging him on, they wanted a show. He reached down, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, then his dick came out. I immediately gobbled it up. It wasn’t particularly big, so it was easy for me to take deep, even at 18. After ramming it down my throat, I backed up and went for a slower method. I wanted to give these boys the show they wanted. I liked the idea of being the girl they would never forget, giving them an experience they would masturbate to the memory of for the rest of their lives.
I gently kissed his balls, followed by a long, wet lick up the shaft. I alternated between vigorously licking the underside of the head, and shoving the entire cock down my throat. The guys started to cheer, and I was feeling like a real champion. When he announced that he was going to cum, I doubled down on his cock and let the full length of his shaft rub against my tongue. He came like a geyser, there was so much that it started spilling out of my mouth. I then orchestrated the most brilliant piece of seduction of my career.
I looked up coyly at the boys, fresh cum running out both corners of my mouth. I swallowed in an obvious manner and showed them my empty mouth. “I need a cock inside me,” I moaned. A few of the guys immediately started to disrobe. Around this time is when they really caught on to what they were in for. Someone picked me up and carried me in to a bedroom, rubbing my cunt through my drenched panties on the way. He dropped me on the bed, took his pants off, and then kneeled over me, cock resting on my mouth.
While my lips danced around his throbbing member, other guys in the room were busy pulling my clothes off. When they worked my bra off, hands immediately attached themselves to my tits, pinching my nipples and massaging the flesh. After the panties, I felt fingers slipping in and out of me, exploring. I asked if anyone had a condom. Two of the guys fished one out of their pocket and put it on, but the rest of them were dry. At this point it was too late to stop, so I let it slide - I was on the pill and would take a Plan B just to be safe. They all promised they were clean, which was all I had to go off of.
One by one, the guys entered my pussy, one of them big enough to be uncomfortable in my tiny body, some small. I took them all, like it was my duty, like my purpose in life was to pleasure those cocks and burn my memory in to them. I asked them to cum on my face, but they didn’t listen, and some shot their load deep inside my cunt, which only helped to lubricate the next guy to enter. After they came, they would leave the room for a few minutes, then come back for a second round. The second time around, they lined up at my face and shoved their dicks down my throat while I was fucked by their friends. I felt like a celebrity. I was the center of attention, and everyone in the room was obsessed with me.

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I just turned 35 and have something I need to confess.I Actually probably have much more than this one post but this is where I'll start. The summer after I graduated High School I started working for my Grandad at his gas station. It was still full service back in the late 90's and it worked around my upcoming college class schedule.

My Aunt Ginger ran it for my grandad as his health was not that great and he was getting on up in years. She was 48 and I was 18. She had been the focus off many jerk off sessions in my teen years. She still had blonde hair,not sure if she dyed it, and was in great shape. She swam,ran and worked out constantly,in talking to my mom I found out her husband at the time and soon to be ex was a total piece of shit. He cheated on her constantly and was abusive mentally and physically.

At this time they were separated but probably still fucking bc he would be at her house a few nights a week.Her only child,my older cousin, was five years older than me and was in the armed services and was in town before going on a deployment for 6 months. After work Friday she asked if my sister,her boyfriend and I wanted to come cookout Saturday night we said sure. I had to work Saturday but got off at 6 and headed over there. When I got there you could tell everybody already had a few to drink and where lounging in and around the pool. My drunk Aunt who was normally reserved told me to grab a beer and get my swim trunks and get in the pool. I ran inside changed and came on out. She was laying out on a raft in the middle of the pool. She said come on in the water is fine.I dove in beer in hand and swam to her to put it on her raft. Coming out of the water I almost choked. Her raft spun and I came up at the foot of it and found myself staring right at her crotch. For some reason her suit was sitting wrong and the edge of the suit on one side was right up between her pussy lips. "You gonna drown" I heard my uncle shout from the grill,snapping me back in to reality. "Yep I'm ok just sucked in some water"I yelled back. My aunt asked if I could push her raft to the steps so she could get out. I obliged and got to the side and pushed it the 20 ft to the shallow end steps. When we got there she rubbed my head like a puppy then kissed me on the check and said you were always my favorite nephew. I said gee thanks considering my other cousin was total douche and spoiled brat and everyone hated him. As she got out she did that thing woman do when they get out of water and adjusted her bikini bottoms. I tried to catch a sneak peak but only got to see some ass cheek.

About 5 minutes later my uncle calls out the food is ready and my cousin,sister, and her bf wake up and we all head in side.By this time my aunt had changed in to some running shorts and a tank top. She was refilling her wine glass and fixing her plate when my uncle said something shitty aboout how much food she had on her plate. I was known to be a smart ass and patted my uncles belly and said like you have any room to talk. I turned to my aunt and said he's just jealous of your girlish figure and wishes he could still wear a bikini. Everybody laughed and we ate and drank and chilled out. Aunt Ginger finished off a bottle of whatever wine and said she was going to bed. Uncle Bill was passed out on the couch and the rest of us went to different guest rooms and passed out for the night. About 4 am I woke up with a raging hard on and the feeling I was going to piss all over myself. the house was pitch black and was still very drunk. I felt my way down the hall and found the guest bathroom to which the wonderful sounds of my sister's bf vomittting coming through the door. There was only one other bathroom up stairs and that was the master. The door was cracked open and I tried to be careful but the raging piss being barely held back was the only think I cared about. I opened the bathroom and flipped on the light and closed the door behind. To anyones that had to piss with a hard on it's not easy. I did my best to hit the toilet but i'm pretty sure most of it was anywhere but. As I was shaking the last of the piss out the door start to open and my Aunt goes Bill are you Ok? I pause not knowing what to do and for some reason turn towards her dick straight in the air and before I can say a word she says come to bed you know how horny wine makes me and opens the door wide open in nothing but her panties. Our eyes meet then she stares at my dick while I'm starring at her boobs. She's goes Oh My Good Jake I'm so sorry. I finally get my shorts up and run out while she is diving back in her bed.

The next morning everyone sleeps in but I get up first and head downstairs. I see Uncle Bill tried to get to his bedroom but fell at the top stairs and passed out again and even looked like he pissed his pants. I head to the kitchen and grab some Orange juice before I head outside and dive in the pool to clear my head. I swim a few laps before I get out.As I'm coming up the ladder I look up and my aunt has been sitting there watching me. She's chilling, drinking some coffee and asks me how feel. I told her my head is ringing but I'll be ok. She says so about last night and I tell her that Clay was throwing up and I had to piss and start to ramble. She says don't sweat it, it will be our little secret. I say works for me and we gone in about the time everyone is waking up and cook breakfast then aftewrads I head home.

Monday I get to work and she is already gone and this goes on everyday until Thursday. Thursday I come in and the older man that works there had come in as well. He says your Aunt called me in and said to call have you call her when you got here. I call her up and she says I need some work down at my house come on over. I get there knock on the door and no one answers. The door is unlocked so I open it and hollar out Hello. She yells down upstairs Jake. Not knowing what was happening and having read one to many penthouse forums I start to think it's about to go down. I head upstairs and call out Aunt Ginger and she says in the bedroom Honey. I walk in hoping for my Aunt naked but find her in overalls and a head band cleaning out her closets. She is throwing all of my uncles stuff in boxes and just cramming it in there then duct taping the shit out of it. I ask her whats up and she tells me that she told Uncle Bill they were done this time. Come to find out that weekend they were going to reconcile and she was going to let him move back home. Sunday my cousin overheard his dad talking on the phone to his girlfriend after we all left telling her he was out of town and would be back tonight. My cousin confronted him and broke his dad's nose when his dad told him to mind his own fucking business. So my Aunt had been busy getting an attorney and restraining orders. I told her she seemed pretty upbeat considering she was getting a divorce. She says it feels like a 1000 lb weight has been lifted and I feel free again. So we work and laugh and pack all his stuff up and put it outside in the garage for him to pick up while she's at work the next day. It's kind of late and she says go get some food and come back my treat for being so helpful. She hands me $50 and I head to the chinese place down the street. When I get back she is in the den on the couch listening to what had to of been Kenny G or some shit. She had lit some candles and turned the lights down some and had poured a glass of wine. She said grab a beer and join me. I walked in and she was wearing some running shorts and over size t shirt. Nothing really sexy about it except the way she was sitting I could see up her shorts enough to see her black lace panties. She patted the spot next to her and said sit down. I plopped down and passed her a container of sweet and sour chicken and some chopsticks and we just ate and talked about the assholes we deal with everyday at work. The more she drank the more touchy she got. Rubbing my legs,touching my hair,and pushing me like she was a 16 yr girl. She asks about my gf and I tell her we broke up a few weeks back bc she was going away to school and it was stupid to try to make it work. She said well as handsome as you are you will be fine. You have become such a good looking young man and really grown in to your big head. As a kid my head was huge luckily I was 6'4 by then and it was normal. She then goes your cock has really grown to since the days when you used to spend the night and run around naked when you were supposed to be putting your pajamas on. I choked on my beer and said "what" she says "I'm just playing with you Jake,lighten up you aren't the only one who can be a smart ass." I laugh and tell her that I'm glad she left Bill bc he was a dick. She agreed then said "crash on the couch or in one of the guest rooms,you've had to much to drink and your mom would kill me if I let you drive." I wake up the next morning about 9am find a note on the fridge. Don't come in to work today I have your shift covered,I need some work done at the house. Chill out the house is yours i'll be back by 2.

I eat breakfast then decide if I want to shower or take a bath in her big jacuzzi tub. I throw my underwear in the washer and grab some of my cousins shorts and T shirt and head up stairs. I turn on the jacuzzi and start to look for a towel. Nothing under the sink so I open the closet and they are sitting there on a shelf. I grab one and go to walk out when a laundry basket in the corner grabs my eye. I look and see a pair of panties on top. I walk over pick them up and immediately smell them. My cock instantly sprang to life. They were the ones she had on the day before working the house and smelled like it. I looked around and found some baby oil and started to go to work. It was the greatest thing I ever smelled and I just had to taste them. I started to lick the crotch and could taste her all over them. My the time I was done jacking off the smell and taste were gone and I was dizzy with lust. I jumped in the tub and just relaxed for about hour it seemed. I got out and went and watched TV. Nothing good was on so I started looking through her movies to find something. My cousin liked all the good comedies like Airplaneand Caddyshack so I knew there would be something. In the very back I found one blank VHS tape and put it in the VCR. Figuring it could be one of Bill's porn tapes I hoped it would be something good. It starts off it was just an old copy of some shitty 90's TV show. I fast forwarded a little and the show went black for a minute then it's my Aunt's bedroom. She's laying on the bed talking on the phone. After a minute I realize she is talking to Uncle Bill and they are having phone sex.He is on speaker and she is recording it for him. She is very shy you can tell and nothing very dirty per se. He has her finger her pussy spread eagle then has her get on all fours and tells her to spread her ass cheeks. She says"Bill you know I don't like that." He begs her and she finally relents.She gets on all fours and spreads her ass wide and she fingering her snatch and tells her to slide a finger in her ass. She sticks one in her mouth and moistens it before she slowly inserts it in her ass. Before long she is face down in the bed 2 fingers in her ass the other hand going back and forth between her clit and fingering herself. She gets more wild then you can tell she is having an orgasm. She calms down rolls over and he tells her goodnight then she comes to the camera and kisses then lens and says I love you Honey. The date was from 1991. I fast forwarded to see if anything else was on there but nothing other than shitty TV shows.

(to be continued)

True story and sorry in advance I’m not a writer. When I was a freshman in college my gf was there with me. She was very adventurous. Used to sneakily take pics of her friends tits so I could see and we would talk about sucking them together.

Anyway, one night in the dorm with friends one of her friends, who was a little chubbier, mentioned she never sucked dick before. My gf said “you can practice on his” jokingly and it was passed over. Later after most people left, she asked if we were serious and my gf actually said yes. I was quite literally immediately throbbing hard.

We went to my gfs dorm and they sat me down. The first timer was really nervous and my gf was just talking and calming her. Eventually my gf took my cock out and started stroking, licked the tip, and put a little in her mouth. Then the other girl nervously grasped my cock, licked it a little, and put the tip in her mouth and sucked a little. I remember moaning and she knew I liked it, so she put a little more in her mouth. 

As my cock was in the other girls mouth, my gf leaned up and started making out with me. I reached down and pulled off her shirt, then bra. At this point her tits were in the other girls face so she stopped sucked and licked her nipples. My gf then took off the other girls shirt and they were trading sucking each others nipples and I was playing with my cock. I was in complete awe and looking back I kick myself for not ripping their pants off and fucking the shit out of their tight teen pussies immediately. 

They both eventually sucked my cock and their tits back and forth until I pretty much sprayed cum over them. I actually don’t remember the rest of the night but I don’t think it went further. 

Years later between breaks with my gf I fucked the other girl. She had kind of a meaty pussy whereas my gfs was so nice and tucked in, but we talked about that night when we fucked a few times. Some of my best cums to date. 

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So I'm 29 just got divorced and have a new super sexy 24yo girlfriend. Here's my problem I met a OLD girl on the internet who wants to move to where I live and move in. It would be super awesome to have a teen fuck toy for awhile. Though I just skyped with her and she's not nearly as cute as her profile pic, she shaved the sides of her head wtf is wrong with kids these days. All I can think of is moving her in as a nanny, as I'll have my daughter this summer. This girl I met is turning 18 soon and wants to enroll in college. So in theory it could be pulled off. Because I do in fact need a live in nanny since I travel a lot for work at strange hours. Would this work and what do you guys think.

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I'm cheating on my wife for a younger college teen. What should I do? I love my wife, but that other pussy is so good... What if she rats on me??

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How do I get rid of this girl without getting caught? She knows where I live.

Last Saturday night was a vid of some teen chick showing on webcam. It was the most favorited of all and now it's gone. :-( I assume it's legal, she wasn't with anyone and looked high school or college. If you know where i can find this video, i would really appreciate it! Thanks. [email protected]

Anyone in Louisiana?
Specifically New Orleans because that's where I am, but if there are other people in Louisiana who want to use this place as some sort of hooking up junction then go ahead.

As far as my information goes, I'm a college teen.

I had to endure many subway rides were a man's dick was nestled between the cheeks of my fat ass.

On one occasion when I was a teen and was quite plump, and on my way to college, I was abused in a crowded subway. A perv got on the train and probably spotted me and moved in behind me. I had nowhere to go and he had me cornered against the train door. He had sweatpants on that had pockets. He had his hand in his pocket and the pocket lining was cut out so he could access his dick through the pocket (my friend educated me on how they do that). He was obviously jerking off and would stop every few seconds to hump against my ass. He was jerking off with his dick against my ass (his hardon was obvious through the sweatpants). After a few seconds I caught on but couldn't move.
The man had pushed himself harder against me. There was no doubt now that I could feel his erection through the fabric of his sweatpants and my leggings.
I could feel the heat and weight of the man's flesh through the lycra of my leggings. I could definitely feel his hard cock rubbing on my ass and then settling into the crevasse between my butt, rubbing on my leggings.
The crowded train and the doorway offered me nowhere to go. My face turned a bright red as I was forced to accept my predicament. Shamefully I was getting wet. I couldn't help it. But I didn't want to. This wasn't right. This stranger was taking advantage. But what if I just let him...what if I just let him satiate himself against my fat ass? What if I allowed him to that? If he didn't put it inside me there was no harm no foul was there? He might get angry otherwise. He might try and rape...no! He wouldn't surely! Maybe just let him continue to do what he was doing? So-what if I was a little wet and shit scared?
He grew bold as he saw I offered no resistance and placed his left hand on my left ass cheek and humped away against my ass with his dick in between my cheeks and then lowered his sweatpants just slightly and came all over my ass. He rubbed it into my ass with his dickhead and got off at the next stop leaving me molested and with a huge cum stain on my leggings.
On my next stop I had to run to a washroom and wipe his cum from ass using a handkerchief. I did my walk of shame to the college. Anyone paying attention to my ass would know that my ass was cummed on. My entire day was traumatized but moreover I felt guilty for being wet by getting abused and molested.

My therapist said that it's common and a biological response from my body to not get hurt from being assaulted (Although he never penetrated me)
What I didn't tell her was that I went home traumatized and while undressing I saw the thick stain of my juices on my panties and although ashamed and guilty I became wet again. Then strangely out of nowhere I shamefully smelled my leggings, it was a stench of my sweat, my juices and his cum. I inhaled it by pressing my nose into it as I rubbed my clit roughly imagining the traumatizing event of the day. I started moaning and to gag myself I shoved the cum covered handkerchief in my mouth. Drooling and swallowing my saliva with my molesters cum. As if that was not enough I wore my leggings over my head pressing my nose on the places of cum stain and where his cock was. In my mind I was degrading and shaming myself, calling myself a whore, slut, cunt as all the feminism and my dignity was dripping out my cunt. I felt guilt and shame of how I am behaving and how I was wet during the molestation and it made me cum, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back in my head as my body convolusing violently. My body went limp and after a few minutes I gathered my strength to slowly pull off the leggings above my face and I saw myself in mirror beside my bed. I was naked lying face down, sweaty, handkerchief in my mouth, leggings stuffed over my head. Shame, regret and guilt filled me as I started to see the pictures of my friends and family on my dresser. With tears in my eyes I realized of what I have done and how lowly, Wanton and a filthy whore I am. I was ashamed of the person in mirror who didn't have any dignity, self respect and was lying like a piece of limp fuckmeat. And then I felt the tingle in my stupid cunt again and I started rubbing again feeling the mix of regret, shame, humiliation as I saw the stupid fuckmeat in the mirror along with my friends and family pictures. Gagging on the handkerchief I called her disgusting names as my reflection came like a bitch. Shamefully again I covered my face in leggings and I rubbed my shame on my molested leggings.
That night I came 2 more times while degrading and abusing my cunt as moved from awake and sleep states. The next morning I woke up with tired body, sore mouth, sore cunt and reeking of the stench of my juices, sweat and his cum.

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Does anyone know where to find a video - it was in most popular for a while a few weeks ago. It was a like fat guy with a teen girl riding him on top and he cums inside her. She looked like early college age. I know they say something to each other and then she keeps riding him a bit to make him squirm from sensitivity before hopping off and turning off the cam. It was only like a minute and a half?

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I don't know why I'm posting this, but what the fuck. It's anonymous anyway right?
So I'm 40-something with a legal teen-something step daughter. We were never particularly close while she was growing up, but now that she is away at college we have gotten closer. I have been attracted to her for a while. She is a late bloomer but now that she has bloomed she looks absolutely amazing. Sexy, tight teenage body, big 32DDD tits (yes, I have checked), great ass (little bit of fat on the ass, just enough to make it stick out more than a flat board), and love to take great care of herself.
My thing is this. I don't know if it's because I want there to be a mutual attraction, or if there actually is, but she keeps dropping what seem to be these little hints to me. When she is visiting, which is often, she wears revealing clothes around the house when her mom isn't home. If she catches me looking she gives me the look that I remember from being that age. Not disapproving, sly, a daring kind of "what are you going to do about it" kind of thing. The fucking crux of it all is when her mom is home she covers up. Just this summer, after a day at the beach, she cornered me upstairs while still in her bikini and put my hand on her midsection near her tits for no good reason. I couldn't hide the shock on my face at the time, so she said something to the effect of "feel how hot the sun got my skin".
Just today, I was in the kitchen doing something or another, and she made her way in there, stood a little too close, and kept looking at me like she wanted to say something but didn't. I know I'm a bit into her, but I am also rational enough that I know what flirting looks like and how a teenager acts when they have an attraction and are playing coy about it. I'm at least 75% sure that this is that kind of situation, but it's that 25% that makes me back off. If the feeling is mutual, great, but I don't dare pursue it for risk of fucking up pretty much my entire life if my hunch is wrong.
So what about it, pervs? Am I making too much of normal human behavior, or should I take it to the next step? If so, what is a discreet next step to take it to, where if things go wrong I'm not totally fucked?

Generic "Does anyone have the full vid" thread.

I'm basically just looking for the full version of this vid right now.

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It's a College Rules vid if that helps. Any help would be much appreciated.

COLLEGE BOY
Mom/son elit. Slow burn. Multiple parts.

"It seems like just yesterday I was dropping you off for your first day of school and tomorrow I'm sending you off to college!" Sarah shook her head as she looked her son up and down, tears brimming in her eyes. "Your dad would be so proud of you. You've grown into such a wonderful young man."

Andrew smiled at his mother and put his arm around her shoulders. "Aw c'mon, mom, don't cry!" He wiped a tear from her cheek with his free hand, then wrapped that arm around her too and held her in a strong hug, resting his chin on the top of her head as her arms slid round his waist. "We've got tonight together, right?" He felt her nod. "So, what shall we do?" She shrugged and squeezed him in a hug of thanks as he kissed the top of her head.

Sarah stepped back, her hands on her son's hips, tilting her face to look up at him. He's really shot up this year, she thought to herself, smiling at him. And gotten so handsome, too. She moved one hand up to cup his cheek. "My goodness, Andy. You are going to break some hearts at college for sure!" She brushed the remnants of tears from her face as she turned away and headed into the kitchen. "I say we order some take-out, get into our pyjamas, and get a movie playing, what do you think?" She looked over her shoulder at him as she opened the drawer with the take-out menus in.

He watched her walk away, trying to quell the thoughts of what he would really like to do tonight... it was probably a good idea he was going away to college, really. His libido had been in overdrive this summer and, whenever he'd had a chance at some alone time to deal with it, his thoughts had turned increasingly to his mother.

She was so beautiful to him, with her curly, auburn hair that spilled over her shoulders and rested on the shelf of her soft breasts. Sure, her figure was a little fuller these days, and she had a slight belly, but it gave her those gorgeous rounded hips that swayed when she walked (almost like she was trying to entice him on purpose) and a beautiful bum atop thick thighs. He had imagined parting those thighs many times this summer, aching to discover the forbidden pussy nestled between them. And now he'd made himself horny!

"Well?" His mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, her head tilted to one side, a menu in each hand, looking at him like she was expecting an answer.

"What? Sorry..." he mumbled, hoping his pants weren't showing any signs of what he'd been thinking about.

"Pizza or Chinese?" Sarah asked again. "You're gonna need to pay more attention when people talk to you, college boy!" She smiled.

"Uh... Pizza" he chose, and stepped forward hurriedly to try and pluck the menu from her hand.

She moved the menu behind her back and waggled the one for their local chinese place in front of his face "You sure? You know you love their dumplings..."

He smiled and reached behind his mom's back to try and grab the Pizza menu "I really fancy carbs and cheese, mom" he answered as she tried to evade him.

"But... think of the noodles.... and the pork belly!" She wriggled away as he made another grab for the Pizza menu. "And those lovely little spring rolls with the dipping sauce.. mmm!" She licked her lips and raised one eyebrow at him.

"You want Chinese, don't you, mom?" He laughed, advancing on her as she edged away until the backs of her legs hit the side of the sofa and she let out a surprised yelp as she tumbled back over the arm, collapsing into giggles as she lay on the cushions, looking up at him. "Naw, you win," she conceded from her prone position. He laughed too, and looked her over, unable to ignore the fact that in this position the tops of her breasts in her tight pink top were brushing up against her chin. She pulled a face at him and made as if to hand him the menu but whipped it away again before he could grab it. "On one condition. Help your mother up first, will you?" She asked.

He moved to the end of the sofa, standing between her legs, looking down at her and logging this particular view in his memory for a later date. She put the menus on the back of the couch and reached out to him, his strong hands taking hers and pulling her up so they were chest to chest, her face so close to his... he was so like his father. Her heart skipped a beat as he exhaled and she felt his breath against her skin.

"Thank you, sweetheart" she said, softly, her hands still wrapped in his, her chest fluttering. Oh yes, she would be very sad to wave him off tomorrow. He'd been the only man in her life for so long now, the focus of her love and affection, even if some of her thoughts had been less than motherly at times... but, she thought, it was only natural that occasionally her mind might wander into forbidden territory. She'd never tell a soul, of course, or do anything about it, but she'd definitely thought about his manhood more than she should. She'd washed his sheets and underwear, she was under no illusion that he was grown up now, and she often wondered what he thought about when he pleasured himself.

Many times she'd hoped (foolishy, she thought) that the images he looked at, or videos he watched, contained women that looked a bit like her, but now, with her mature body pressed against his young form, she wondered, briefly, if he might feel the same.

"Any time, mom" he replied, equally softly, incredibly aware of the fact that he had her pinned to the side of the couch. He didn't step back, but she didn't seem to want him to, anyway. She inhaled shakily and looked up at him, her large, dark eyes taking in his features.

"We should order..." she murmured, but made no move to extricate herself from his grasp, and her eyes darted to his mouth then back up to meet his gaze. She cleared her throat. "Do you know what you want?"

Andrew nodded slowly and relaxed his grip on his mother's hands, spell broken. He thought he'd sensed something, but... perhaps his teen imagination was running away with him. "Yeah," he took a half a step back, reluctant to break away, but she had been leaning against him and stumbled slightly as the support was removed. He tightened his hold on her hands again and laughed nervously. "You ok?"

"Yes. Yeah," she blushed and let out the breath she'd been holding. "I think I need a drink," she said quietly, squeezing his hands before releasing them and stepping sideways to go around him. Andy sighed quietly, looking down at his slightly bulging jeans, and shook his head.

Sarah walked to the kitchen, cursing herself internally for almost giving into temptation. She only needed to make it through tonight without making a spectacle of herself and then she'd be safe.

Andy grabbed the menus and followed his mom into the kitchen. He watched as she got a wine glass from the cupboard and when she bent to get a bottle of red from the rack under the counter he grabbed the bottle opener from the drawer.

"Want me to do that?" He asked, waving the corkscrew at her and crossing the distance between them in a couple of steps as she nodded her response.

"What will I do without you?" She mused, stroking his upper arm with her hand, feeling that little spark again.

"Well, let's see..." he began working the corkscrew into the bottle as he spoke to his mom. "You'll probably have to employ someone to open your wine bottles'" he teased, and Sarah nudged him playfully. "You'll have more space," he continued. "Less mess, spend way less on take out..." he finally pulled the cork out and his mom lifted her glass.

"But I'll miss you," Sarah said, looking lovingly at him and slipping her free hand around his waist. He filled her proffered glass then put the bottle on the counter as she leant her head against his chest.

"I'll miss you too, mom," he replied, his arm around her back, hand falling naturally to her hip. He squeezed gently, savouring the feel of her body against his, wishing he could just give in to his desires.

Sarah nodded quietly and took a mouthful of wine, then looked at the menus on the counter. "Ok." She snapped herself out of her thoughts and put her glass down beside the bottle. Looking at him she reached up to cup his face again. "We should order!" She rose up on tiptoe and went to place a kiss on Andy's cheek but he unexpectedly turned his face to hers and their lips met.

It was like an electric jolt for Sarah and her body began to respond in spite of her shame. She should have pulled back, she knew, but she lingered on the kiss, holding herself against her son, her nipples hardening, pussy moistening, until she felt his hand move to her face.

It snapped her out of it and she pulled back. Andy seemed innocently surprised, and she felt awful. "Shit," she muttered, snatching her hand back from his face and stepping away, feeling her cheeks and chest flush pink with embarassment. "Sorry..." She took another swig of wine and began to babble. "Pizza, right? What do we want?"

Andy was reeling... they just kissed..."Mom?"

She opened the menu. "Pepperoni? Hawaiian?"

"Mom..." Could she feel the same?

"One each? Or shall we go half and half?"

"Mom," Andy stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling a stirring in his pants again. Sarah inhaled as his hands moved down her arms to her elbows and he turned her around to face him. "Hey, look at me."

But Sarah couldn't meet her son's eyes, she pressed her lips together and clenched her fists. "Mom, please."

"I'm sorry, Andy, I shouldn't have-"

"Mom!" He raised his voice over hers and gripped her arms again, a little harder this time. She looked up at him, suprised at his tone. "You have no idea, do you?" He smiled slightly and shook his head a little bashfully, stroking the skin on her upper arms with his thumbs.

Sarah dropped her gaze again but unclenched her fists when she noticed the gentle bulge in the front of her son's pants. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising, trembling as her pulse quickened. Andy bent to press his forehead on his mother's. She could feel the heat from his body so close to hers, knew she wouldn't be able to resist if he insisted.

"Andy...." she tilted her face up to protest but he found her mouth with his. They kissed again, deeper this time. His hands moved up to her neck and face as hers found his hips and she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants. Sarah parted her lips slightly, accepting her son's tongue, sucking gently on it, kissing him like a grown up. He groaned as his cock stirred and he moved his hands to her waist, breaking the kiss as he lifted her up to sit her on the counter.

Andy took a step back and smiled at his mother. She was flustered, her chest and neck were pinker than her top, her nipples making firm peaks in the cotton. Her hands were gripping the edge of the counter as she looked him over, feeling like a teenager herself.

Andy kept eye contact with her as he unbuttoned his shirt, his mind racing. Was it really happening? He saw her take the hem of her own shirt in her hands, watched her lift it up off over her head, revealing her lacy bra, and told himself it was. Finally!

He opened his shirt and put his hands on her knees, pushing them apart as he stepped beween her legs and stole another kiss. She slipped his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, freeing them, and dropped it on the kitchen floor behind him.

He unclasped her bra and exposed her amazing tits, cupping one in each hand, his thumbs teasing her firm nipples now, tender with arousal. "Oh jesus," she murmured, her lips brushing his, and gave in to her feelings completely. She wrapped her legs and arms around her son and felt his hard erection pressing between her legs. Sarah rocked her hips on the edge of the counter as she made out with her son, grinding against him, wanting to take him inside her.

Andy moaned again and reached behind him to unwrap his mom's legs from around his waist. He took a step back and began fumbling with his pants, looking between his mom's loving face and her perfect chest. Sarah could hardly believe her fantasy was coming true, but she figured he was leaving in the morning, so she might as well lean into it and give him a reason to come home and visit!

"Want mommy to help, sweetie?" She asked, smiling, and watched him nod, wordlessly. She slipped off the counter and placed her hand on his chest, dragging it down his body as she dropped gently to her knees in front of him. She deftly unfastened his pants and worked them and his boxers down off his hips, looking up at him again as his hard cock sprang free and stood to attention for her.

Andrew held his breath as he felt his mom's hands slide down his legs, his eyes meeting hers. She pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles, then rose up on her knees so her bare breasts pressed against his thighs and balls. His cock twitched against her chest, making her ache to feel it inside her.

Sarah wrapped her hand around the base of her son's cock and held it firmly as she kissed the tip, her tongue slipping out to flick over the swollen head before taking it into her mouth. Andrew nearly collapsed. One hand reached out for the counter, the other rested on her head, his breath catching as he swore.

"Andy!" Sarah looked up at her son. "Language...." she grinned playfully and took him back into her mouth as he rolled his eyes and let out a breathy laugh that turned into another moan.

"Oh my god, mom..." it was so much more intense than he'd imagined. The feeling of her hands on his body, her mouth taking him in... he briefly wondered if her pussy would exceed expectations too and almost came right then!

But Sarah was experienced, she took her son's youthful cock deep into her mouth and let her chin against his balls. He was so hard! She could feel him throbbing against her tongue and it made her even wetter. She pulled back and concentrated on his helmet, swirling her tongue around it and using her lips to rub up and down over the ridge where it met his shaft which she continued to stroke with her right hand. Her left cupped his balls and gently fondled them.

"Mom... mom, no..." Sarah heard the hitch in his breathing, felt the nervous grip of his hand in her hair, and knew her son was going to cum for her.

"It's ok, sweetie," she whispered, still stroking his beautiful cock, kissing the tip and opening her mouth to lay his swollen head on her tongue.

"But..." Andy wanted to tell her he wanted more, that he needed to taste her too, to feel her pussy lips part for his cock and coat it with her juices, but he made the mistake of looking down at her beautiful face, her mouth open and ready for his cum, and suddenly he couldn't speak, or even think properly.

The orgasm was sudden and strong, he groaned as jet after jet of thick white semen shot from his cock tip and coated his mom's face and tongue. He shuddered as she kept stroking him, her mouth closing around his helmet again, gently sucking to be sure of getting every last drop of her son's seed, her expression one of pure happiness.

When she was done Sarah licked her lips and sat back on her heels, looking up at her son. She felt a little bashful all of a sudden, and held her hands out for him to help her up.

Andy took his mom's hands and pulled her up and into a strong embrace, kissing her salty lips with such passion that she relaxed again immediately and melted into his arms.

*****

Let me know if you want to see what Sarah and her son get up to next.

Popped on here to just unload. I flew back to my childhood home earlier this week. Dad died. Mom's a mess. Brother called me. I made it in time but damn it hurts. Wife and kids stayed back, it was just me out here in my old town. It's like those movies where all the color fades out and everything is pale and lifeless. I hit the beach, that was always my quiet place. I walked the shore for a bit then hit a local bar to numb the pain. I hadn't even ordered and I heard that voice behind me "thought I'd find you here". Amber has known me since grade school. She was my first girlfriend. She was my longest girlfriend. Most people in the family including my dad assumed she'd be my wife. We parted ways right before she went to college. It was painful, she was my first. I didn't even think about it. Of course the family would call her. She knows me, on some levels almost as well as my wife. I'm processing all of this without saying a word and she's hugging me, gently sobbing. Last I heard she was married with a couple kids. It's a small bar, no one came up besides her, she's alone. As if reading my mind " Mike and the kids are back in Colorado, it's just me. I flew out when Jane called". Jane is my sister, they were always close. Jane was devastated when we split. "I knew you'd be at the pub. I figured half an hour on the sand and in for a pint. I just missed you at the house"... that was Amber, my wife wouldn't know that.

We chatted as old friends do. Lots of laughs, lots of tears. Dad was in bad health. Everyone knew it was coming but it still hurts, still hits hard. After a couple rounds and a lot of stories you hit that spot where it's time to go. I'd uber's down here. It turns out she did too. Safety, wasn't drunk or really that buzzed but with all the emotions not really in a good spot to be behind the wheel. I call an uber, offer to split it with her. She looks me right in the eye and says she doesn't want to go back to an empty room. She's staying with Jane, again surprised, not shocked. Jane was divorced, no kids, lived in town, plenty of room. I was at my brother's with his family. If Amber and I went to Jimmy's there'd be too many questions. Jane's it is. I called my brother, let him know I'm ok and I'd be at Jane's, and off we went. The whole ride to Jane's she was nestled in my arm. If it wasn't for the emergency you'd think it was a married couple headed home.

Jane wasn't home when we got there, probably out with Mom. Made dinner, put on a movie, sat on the couch. The first kiss just sort of happened. I turned, she turned, old habit and there it was. If either of us wanted to pull back, that was our chance. It was electrifying. Kissing, touching, clothes came off, right there on my sister's couch. Afterwards we laid there, no guilt, actually peaceful and felt natural. When we heard the key in the door we knew we were caught. There's a blanket we were under, clothes all over the room, no way we're not getting caught. Amber giggled. Here we are like teens again.

Jane walks in and she just knew. Hell Jimmy probably knew, he's the one that called her. She says the standard "cover up you two I don't want to see it", laughs, and goes in the kitchen. Odd reaction considering our Dad just died but maybe she needed a laugh. The rest of the week it was an open secret that my siblings hid from my mom. Lots of sex, mainly at Jane's but also at a few other places including the lifeguard tower. Like I said, no guilt, felt natural. Now we're back to our regular lives, no plans to meet (different states), both happily married.

I guess I'm lucky in a way. I always wondered if Amber felt anything for me after life took us in different directions. I guess I got my answer.

I confess I've been fucking a homeless woman for the past 5 days, and have been paying for her cheap hotel room, buying her food too.
It all started last Friday on the 11th of June. I went to the store and this woman was on the sidewalk, her head between her hands looking down at the ground. She had a small sign that read, "hungry and homeless please help." She had dark brown hair, tan skin - and from what I could see a nice figure. She looked to be in her mid 20s, and I approached her, put $5 in her cup and turned around to go inside the store.
I heard a soft, "thank you."
Not looking back I casually said, "no problem, I hope things get better for you."
I went in the store and bought some items, but also thought I should get her something to eat too. So I did. They had sub sandwiches for $5, and I got her one, plus a box of chocolate chip cookies as a desert.
I got out of the store, and she was still there, head between her hands. I placed the sandwich and box of cookies next to her and turned around to walk away.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked, with her soft voice.
I turned around and she was no longer sulking, or hiding her face. She had no makeup on, but was absolutely beautiful. Her blue eyes penetrated me, and then I noticed she had a black eye and a few bruises on her neck.
"Holy shit," I was horrified, "are you okay?"
"I- I am fine. I don't need your pity. This is what happens when you hook up with an abusive asshole. Thank you, god bless you for helping me."
"Look, whoever did that to you..." I searched for the right words, "I hope you don't have any contact with them anymore."
"I don't, that's why I'm homeless. I don't want to go to a shelter, I tried that and someone stole everything I had."
Someone walked by smoking a cigarette, and she asked to bum one.
"Get a job," the guy mumbled.
I pulled out my wallet, "here's two dollars for a cig."
He stopped and pulled a cigarette out and gave me one.
"Be more empathetic," I told him. He shrugged and walked away mumbling under his breath.
I handed her the cigarette, she already had a lighter and with a tiny flick of her thumb it was lit.
She inhaled it deeply, and I noticed she seemed far off and distant for a second as if she was thinking of a better time.
"Not too many people give a fuck about people like me..." she said.
"I try to - but the way society is, well we're all pretty much fucked." I told her.
"Yeah, well you probably got a white picket fence and a house, and me - well I make a lot of bad decisions, as you can tell." She lifted up the cigarette gesturing that smoking was one of them.
My dick started thinking for me at this point. She was pretty, had a nice body, nice tits. Her face was rounded with nice cheek bones. She was a bit dirty. Her shirt was stained, and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her jean shorts were faded and ripped.
I was attracted to this woman, and blurted out, "If you need a place to stay..." I stopped myself. I didn't know her, and certainly couldn't invite her back to my place.
She looked me in the eyes and I could tell she was about to cry.
"If you need a place to stay I could get you a hotel for a few nights. Get you some food, try to help you get on your feet. Help you apply for jobs."
She smirked as a tear rolled down her dirty face, "No. I don't need you to be my savior. I'll be okay, really."
"I'm not looking to be your savior, nothing like that. I try to help people as much as I can. I don't have anyone in my life that I have to pay for, I'm a 38 year old loser to be honest. Sure I have a good paying job, I have my own place - but... well. What do I have to show for it."
"You have a house, probably a wife, kids..." She said looking down at the sidewalk.
"I don't, that's what I mean - I don't have anything to show for all of my accomplishments... so if I can help you, it makes me feel better about my life. Understand?"
She put her cigarette out on the sidewalk, grabbed her backpack and got up. She was sexy, with toned legs, nice hips, perky full breasts - her nipples poking through her stained shirt. If she took a nice hot shower, she would clean up well. Perfect 10 in my book.
"I'm in a bad situation, I guess I need all the help I can get at this point."
We walked to my car and I opened the door for her, she laughed a little.
"And they say chivalry is dead," she said as she shut the door.
I got in and started my car. I knew there was a cheap hotel a few miles down the road. We had a bit of small talk, she said she went to college for finances but dropped out because she met her ex that she 'fell madly in love with,' but that the relationship turned out to be a complete nightmare.
I asked if she had parents, or siblings that could help her out, and she got pretty quite.

"When I was a teen, my family went on a road trip that I refused to go on. They didn't even leave the city and their car was hit by a drunk driver. I lost my mom, my dad and my brother. The police showed up at the house and that's how I found out. So I got put into the foster care system until I reached 18... then I left. No aunts or uncles, nobody. Grandparents passed when I was a child, I don't remember them. I'm all by myself, and I have been since my parents died. My foster parents were loaded. They paid for all of my college, but when I dropped out because of my ex, they pulled all their funding and disowned me... which is completely understandable but I just can't forgive them for turning their backs on me. I know I'm not even their own flesh and blood, so they didn't even need to pay anything after I left."
I didn't say anything. I felt bad for her. She was completely alone.
We got to the hotel, $55 a night, which wasn't bad. I could surely afford to house her there for a few days.
I went in and paid for 5 days. With tax it was just under $300. I got the key and went back to my car and handed it to her.
"It's all yours. Just don't trash the place okay?" I said laughing.
She laughed, "Hey you're welcome to come in, I like talking to you. I haven't talked about this shit in a very long time."
My dick woke the fuck up, "Sure, it's good to get bad things we've experienced out of our systems. I'd be happy to talk to you about anything you want!"
We went to the designated room and she unlocked it, she went in first and I followed her.
Someone had the air conditioner cranking full blast, and the room felt like it was 50F degrees.
She turned it off, then turned around towards me.
"Look at me, inviting a guy to a hotel room and I don't even know his name..."
"I'm Jason, nice to meet you..." I left it open because I didn't know her name either.
"Judy," she said as she plopped her backpack on the bed. She opened up her backpack and pulled out some red and white underwear and walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and soaked them, using soap to scrub them.
"Ugh, I barely ever get to wear clean clothes - so I do my best to keep at least my underwear clean!"
"I mean, yeah - I'd probably do the same thing too if I was in your situation."
She stopped washing them and hung them over the ledge of the counter near the sink to dry. Judy tried to fix her hair up in the mirror as best she could, but she really needed a brush.
"Hey, if you want I can buy you a brush or whatever... do you need anything else?"
She paused and looked in the mirror at my reflection still standing by the door.
"Am I a kept woman now? Are you going to buy me all these things and keep me locked away in your tower?" She seemed a bit agitated.
"No! I'm not like that, I just wanted to help you out. Look, I'll let you be - I just really understand how things can really get bad."
I turned to open the door, "Take care of yourself, ok?"
"Hey wait, I'm sorry... I'm just... No one has ever tried to help me like you have... tell you what, you can get me deodorant and a brush. Maybe some red lipstick and some blush? A toothbrush and toothpaste? See, I'm getting greedy now." She was smiling.
"Ok, consider it done!"
"I'm going to take a shower, clean up - can you go get that stuff? I'd love to sit down and talk to you more."
I did. I went to a store and got her everything she asked for. I thought about getting a pack of condoms but then thought there wasn't any point. I was there to help her, not fuck her. Yes I wanted to fuck her but given she was abused, she's probably not going to want to have sex. So about 25 minutes later I was back at the hotel room, and knocked on her door.
She opened the door, her hair was still wet, she changed her shirt to a black shirt that revealed a lot more cleavage, and I could see a perfect outline of her tits. Her nipples were very obviously erect. She also changed her pants to jogging pants. She smelled of hotel room soap and shampoo. Her eyes caught me checking out her tits, but she didn't say anything at all. She was very beautiful all around.
I went in and sat down in the single chair that occupied the hotel room. She bounced on the bed and found the TV remote on the side table, clicking the TV on. She flipped through some channels and then turned to me, ignoring the TV.
"So what's a nice guy like you single for? I mean not that I'm any catch or anything like that... but honestly - no girlfriend? No wife? What's up with that?"
"Judy, sometimes life throws bullshit at you, ya know?" I said, kinda looking down, a bit embarrassed about being single.
"I was engaged once. I was going to marry someone but she decided she liked a fat tow truck driver instead... so one day I came home early from work and this fat greasy bearded ugly dude was fucking my fiancé, right on the bed. She yelled at me like it was my fault. Her tow truck driver fuck buddy got off her and charged at me, so I got into a huge fight with him. He fractured 2 of my ribs, I busted his eye socket and jaw. Cops came, he was arrested for assault. That was 10 years ago."
"Oh damn Jason, I'm so sorry. People are such assholes."
"That, they are."
She pointed to her black eye, "see this? This is what happened to me when I caught my ex doing meth. I smelled something funny and when I found him he was smoking it. Something broke in him, idk what happened because the next thing I remember I was waking up on the floor with a pounding headache. That was a few days ago. I packed a bag and left. It's not like things were good between us anyway. He was fucking this other woman, I really didn't care because I'm bisexual and ok with open relationships, but he started paying more attention to her. Turns out she was doing heroine, and he started to do it too. Then they got into meth, and I warned him that I'd leave him if he didn't clean himself up. It got worse, and I fell out of love with him. I just stayed there because I had no where else to go, and no one else to turn to. Well, after waking up when he knocked me out I knew it was time to leave." Judy looked sad as she remembered the traumatic events.
"Hey, I'm sorry that shit happened to you, but you're safe now ok? Judy look at me."
She did.
"You are safe now," I said again.
"Hey Jay, come over here and join me on the bed so we can watch some stupid program that we don't even give a fuck about," she said wiping a tear away.
I sat on the bed, away from her.
"Get over here!" she pointed to the empty spot next to her, "damn you're so fucking shy it's cute!"
I moved next to her. She put my arm around her and snuggled into my chest. She put the remote down and looked up at me, and kissed me. I felt her bite my lower lip, and then her tongue (which was pretty long) push deep into my mouth. My tongue found hers, and I pulled her body close to mine. My cock was throbbing hard. Poking through my jeans. I didn't want to make any moves, I wanted to take things slow, out of respect for her - but she had other plans.
Her hand found my cock, she unzipped and unbuttoned my pants. She took her shirt off revealing perfect breasts. I slid my pants off, then took my shirt off as we passionately embraced each other.
She took off her jogging pants, revealing that she hadn't shaved her pussy in a while.
"I haven't fucked anyone in 6 months," she panted. I laughed and she gave me a confused look.
"I haven't fucked anyone in over 5 years," I told her.
Our lips met again, my hands cupping her breasts. They were so soft! My hand glided down to her beautiful round ass, which was just as soft as her succulent tits! She pulled away from my kiss and licked and sucked my neck. Judy pushed me down on the bed and engulfed my cock in her mouth.
She moaned as her mouth slid up and down my shaft. My hand found her pussy and I slipped a finger inside her. She was soaking wet and dripping. Judy began to ride my finger, and I put another one inside her. I felt her muscles clench around my fingers as her tongue licked and flicked the tip of my cock. Then she mounted me. When she did, she screamed with pleasure. I grabbed on to her waist, looking up at her perfect body.
"Oh Jason, yessss" she moaned.
I was already feeling like I was going to cum, it was building up and my dick was getting even harder inside her.
"Oh Judy, slow it down babe, it's been a while..." I panted.
She sped up, she tightened her juicy cunt around my cock and smiled.
"Ohhh you're going to like this Jay..." she said, sliding me in and out perfectly.
And I did. I liked it. I came so hard in her I nearly passed out. All of my nerves convulsed, I could feel each ejaculation pumping inside her, filling her."
She could feel me too, and she loved it. She kept bucking as I came, and moaned louder. My erection didn't go down and she kept fucking me. I turned her over and started drilling her missionary. I kissed her lips as her nice tits bounced to each thrust I pumped inside her. I must have cum inside her a lot, I could feel it dripping down my balls.
"Oh right there," she moaned.
So I kept pumping her in the same spot. Her body twitched and her eyes rolled back.
"JASON, I'm going to cum all over that cock!" I increased thrusts and started pumping her harder and harder, I was going to cum again, I was going to cum too!
I filled her again.
We laid down and held each other for hours.
The first thing out of my mouth, "obviously you're not on the pill..."
"Obviously," she said as if it was a stupid question.
I stayed the night in her arms. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday I fucked her and came inside her even more. I offered to pay for her hotel a few more nights, but then decided to let her stay at my place.
"Would you like to come home with me? I mean, I just am offering..."

So that's where I'm at. She agreed to give it a try, to see if it will work out. I asked her to be my girlfriend, she said yes. Today is Wednesday, she's at my house - I'm at work. She's looking for a job.
So what do you think? I've never been with a woman that is so sexy. She cleaned up really well. I've gotten her more clothes, and she puts makeup on even though I tell her she doesn't need it.

I do have feelings for her, and even my brain is teasing that I have a future with her - maybe even marriage... but I asked her something...
"Why would you even be interested in me, I'm not handsome."
"Feelings have nothing to do with looks, and honestly you're not ugly at all, give yourself some credit. Plus, I have a fetish for older guys and you fit my fetish quite nicely, daddy."
I laughed.
"No, I'm serious - it's a kink. If we're going to be together we need to be open and honest with each other. If you ever want to fuck another woman, now that we're in a relationship, we'll have to have that talk ok? Don't get me jealous, it's hard to do but being deceitful will wreck what we have."
"Honestly, you're the first woman I've been with in a very long time Judy."
SO that's where we are at rn. In some ways, I kind of hope I got her pregnant... but I'm also worried that she's gonna run back to her old boyfriend and leave me. I know it's a long story, and for that I do apologize... peace.

I confess that the #1 thing I am looking forward to in life (as a younger 20's guy in college, not some old man in a basement) is having 2-3 daughters when i'm a bit older and seeing them grow up.

Sniffing their panties, cuddling on the couch, seeing their puffy tits through their shirts, will be cool. But when they are mid teens I can just imagine them wearing the tiniest little shorts and showing their ass off around the house. I'm so used to slapping girl's asses that I could do it to them and it be "normal"

My buddy, who is only 25, has two daughters now, and i'm jealous cause he will have two hot pussies roaming around the house here in a few years.

This is a weird one...

I know this woman for over 30 years. She was never beautiful, nor hot in a regular way. She is short, pretty much ugly, with an ok body (slimish with nice, round titties, but not big in any way), but she was my crush in our teen years. I was doing everything to get her, when I was still a virgin, and I was clumsy, and had a low self esteem (I know we all did, but I was the worst possible example of such behavior), so my efforts came up unanswered.

Until one evening, when we were in a bigger crowd, drinking and hanging out, until it was only me and her left, late in the summer night. That is the first time we kissed. I was making my moves, but she was relentless to keep her pants on, but in the end, I managed to undress her, a lick her pussy. After she came, when I started undressing, she stopped me, and said "that is enough for tonight".

I was a virgin at that time, so you can imagine my frustration.

This made me obsessed with her, but tomorrow, she acted like nothing happened. And I was still around her, day and night, wanting to have her. Nothing.

This lasted for almost another whole year, when again, we were in a big crowd, drinking, hanging out, when she, early in the night, whispered in my ear "I am going to give you what I owe, tonight".

I dont know if you ever had a hard on for hours, but I did, that night. When everyone, finally, left, she gave me my first blow job.

I thought that was it, I am chained to this girl, I will marry her, I will take her, she will be mine. Tomorrow, again, like nothing happened.

Soon after, we all went to college. I found my first gf, and forgot about everything. Later on, got married, she did as well, and I would see her, once or twice a year, on the street, when I was back home, visiting parents. She returned to our shitty little town, got married, still looked like shit, but seeing her, always made me smile, in a naughty way. And she smiled back.

Last year, at a wedding party, I met her, once again. I was there alone, since my wife was unable to travel, due to work. She was there with her husband (who I know from our teen years - we all hanged out together), and out of nowhere, she came up to say hello, and whispered "do we owe each other anything, after all this time").

I gave her the hotel room number, and she showed up, two hours after the wedding was done. That was the 2nd night in which I had a boner for hours.

I fucked her all night, and came in her ass, twice.

Months have passed, and I still jerk off to the thought of that night.

I grew up in a small town in West Texas. In the spring of 2001, when I was eighteen years old, my mother got a job in Northern California and she and my father, who owns his own business and could work from home, moved out there. Since I was finishing up my senior year of high school, my aunt said I could stay with her for the time being.
I had a great time those few months living with my aunt. She was in her late twenties and always felt like more of a sister to me than an aunt and she let me get away with pretty much anything as long as I didn't "come home dead." So it kind of surprises me now when I look back at it that I didn't even consider her offer to continue living with her after I graduated. I knew I wanted to get out of town. I was a liberal, indie as fuck hipster surrounded by a sea of vote Bush signs. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend and I felt like there was just nothing there for me anymore. I had long dreamed of moving to Austin (I place I had never, and still have never, been) where I would see shows every night, get amazing at guitar and obviously become a huge indie darling rock star.
Buuuuuuuuuuutt I had no money, terrible grades, and quite frankly, basically no motivation, so when my parents came out for my graduation I ended up going back with them to California. San Francisco seemed like a place where I could pretty much do anything I could do in Austin, and it would be free, so why not?
The first weekend there my parents took me to do all the touristy stuff in San Francisco. Coit tower, Alcatraz, Pier 39, we drove across the Golden Gate bridge. I even got to go to Amoeba records which was a dream come true. The next day they took me around the town they'd moved to, which I won't name (but people familiar with area will probably be able to figure out.) It's a little seaside suburb about a twenty minute drive from the city. It seemed nice, I even saw a couple punks hanging out at a bus stop. They bought me a bus pass and took me to the community college campus where they said I'd be going in the fall (yeah right.)
After that I spent the next couple days basically just doing nothing around the house, which really got on my dad's nerves. He made it very clear that it was time for me to get a job, something I'd never done before, and he dropped me off at a shopping center across the street from a beach.
I sort of made a half-assed atempt to collect applications - Safeway, Round table pizza, etc. I even got an interview right on the spot at a Hallmark store where the mean old lady doing the interview told me that I "didn't project the Hallmark spirit." Then I spent a couple of hours wandering around the beach, which had a seriously cool tidepool.
That night I got in a fight with my dad, and dear reader, please understand that this is a story of teen angst, I don't even remember what started it, though I'm sure it had to do with my non-answers about my job hunt that afternoon. I stormed out of the house saying I needed to take a walk and clear my head, knowing full well I would not be coming home that night.
I headed toward the beach, headphones on, Grandaddy's Sophtware Slump in the discman, camel menthol between my lips. I had planned to sleep on the beach, but was quickly finding out that my concept of California was off. It was cold as fuck. I was about to give up and go home when I was walking past a row of apartments, I wouldn't quite call it a complex, and I noticed one of them was having a loud party with people who looked about my age hanging out front.
A guy called me over to ask for a light. I hung out for a bit finishing my smoke and chatting. The people were nice, but not really my scene, kind of a beachy preppy thing going on, but when they asked me to stay I went for it. Free beer, and I was guessing I could probably get away with crashing on the floor. Why not?
There were way more people in that apartment than you could imagine is comfortable in a one bedroom, but I grabbed a Corona from a cooler and tried to make myself look like I was supposed to be there. A guy who recognized a Get Up Kids pin I was wearing tried to chat me up, he would end up becoming a good friend later, but at the time I was the perfect combination of nervous and pretentious and blew him off with curt responses.
A girl who I'd met earlier in the day at a video store while I was application hunting, and who told me I would definitley get the job because the manager "hired every pretty girl who applied" (*blush*) recognized me. I was talking with her for a while, again nice but I couldn't really imagine a lasting friendship forming, when a guy holding a video camera approached her followed by a group of guys. He said that he was filming a video called "P-Town Gone Wild" and offered her $20 to flash the camera.
She told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Then he turned his attention to me. I initially told him no thanks, but he kept pushing it. He eventually doubled his offer and another girl who'd already done it offered to do it with me, so being broke and not knowing what I was going to do tomorrow, I relented.
So on the count of three we flashed the camera. She was clearly more comfortable with it, she flashed for a good long time to uproarous cheers (the first time I'd seen pierced nipples in real life!) while I was pretty much a quick peek. He ended up making me do it three more times before he eventually gave me the money. I'd clearly lost the respect of the video store girl, but oh well.
I continued drinking and making small talk, when the girl with the piercings cornered me. She said that the guy with the camera was offering us $200 each if he could film us making out in the bedroom. I wasn't that into it, but she was being really aggressive, and while I don't by any means consider myself bi, I do have to admit that she was pretty cute and I was just drunk enough.
We went into the bedroom, ostensibly for privacy but it felt like the entire party was in the room with us. It was lit by a red light bulb and right away I was really uncomfortable, it felt like I'd entered into the Pink Room from Fire Walk With Me, or something. She immediatley stripped down to just her underpants, a thong that I believe had the Spitfire skate logo on it (a smiling flame,) and I froze. I had thought we were just going to be making out.
I tried to back out, but there was so much egging on that I eventually stripped down too. I got on the bed with her and we started making out to satisfyed cheers. She unhooked my bra and began sucking my tits.
A guy in the room was openly jerking off, which made the atmosphere even stranger. The onlookers seemed torn between watching two naked girls make out and making fun of the guy, who was perfectly average sized, for having a small dick.
Eventually the guy holding the camera whipped his out too (it was much smaller but no one dared say anything,) the girl broke away from me and started sucking his dick. I just sat there watching awkwardly when someone reached around from behind me and started squeezing my tits really fucking hard. I broke away and spun around and was met by another guy handling his dick.
He straight up just said "will you blow me?" He seemed kind of nervous which was cute and made me laugh a little, but I said yes. He sat on the bed and I struggled to pull his pants down a little further before I started going down on him. Someone behind me started rubbing my pussy through my panties, I never found out who it was.
When he came I swallowed it and was chastized by the guy holding the camera because "people want to see face shots."
Anyway, I was drunk enough to not realize that I only got paid $80 and was later embarassed enough that I let it go. I later learned that this guy, who pretty much no one liked, was a dealer who was trying to break into porn extremely unsuccessfully. The girl was his "star." I would meet her again year later under extremely different circumstances, our kids go to school together. We've exchanged knowing hellos but never actually talked about it (though my husband makes threesome "jokes" about her all the time.) I've never seen the video and am not even sure it exists, but if you've ever come across something from the early 00s called "P-Town Gone Wild" or "P-Town's Finest" or something you may have already seen my one and only onscreen credit where some critics say I was "hot but boring."
Eventually the cops broke up the party (long after the video was shot,) and they were actually pretty cool about it and just told everyone to go home. In a kind and unexpected turn, the girl from the video store offered me to stay at her place. Before you get to excited, the story doesn't go there - while I did see her boobs while she was changing, she just smoked me out and we talked for a while. She very nicely called me a whore, which, fair, was still pretty fucking rude and I came to realize we has some very different idealogical values and I realized I would never want to work with someone like her and consequentially never called the video store back when they reached out for an interview.
the next day I sheepishly returned home and went straight to my room, I was still pretty pissed at my dad. I called my aunt to ask her if her offer to stay with her was still available, I figured I'd get whatever job I could, head home ASAP and worry about all my stuff later. She said no. I'm not sure if her offer was ever actually sincere, or if she'd changed her mind upon actually being confronted with the reality of it, but either way change of plans.
I made a post on craigslist, which was way wilder here than at home. Admittedly bending the truth a little, I said that I had been kicked out of my house and needed a place to stay for a few days and attached a picture where I looked both innocent and was showing a healthy amount of cleavage. I wasn't totally naive, I had an idea of what I was doing, but I was emboldened by the night before and knew that I could put out if I absolutley had to. I had visions of a handsome young doctor or something taking me in and either we'd start a great affair or I'd at least get a few days to figure out what was next.
I'm sure I'm not surprising anyone when I say that is not the response I got and I put the idea aside.
Later that day my dad apologized to me. He asked me where I'd been all night and I told him a version of the truth "I stumbled onto a party and made some friends." But peace only lasted a while before he started getting on me about being a bum again, reigniting everything again.
When I checked my email that night the responses I had got to my listing were overwheling and ridiculous. But there was one, from a woman, that piqued my interest. She said that she'd been a similar situation when she was my age and was more than willing to give me a place to crash for a couple days.
I figured out the bus routes, which at the time felt like no small feat, and found my way to a BART station (kind of like a local train system.) I headed out to a place in the East Bay that I'd never even heard of before. The lady met me there. She seemed surprisingly normal, well put together in her late thirties. She took me to her place, a small but nice apartment. We got Taco Bell, drank wine, and chatted. It was really nice.
She told me her story. She'd gotten pregnant when she was a little bit younger than me and her very strict parents kicked her out and cut her off, and because of that she always feels a kinship to people who were in a situation like mine. I felt bad for stretching the truth, but was shitty enough at the time to take advantage of the situation.
It got late and she was ready to turn in. She said her son was not coming home that night, so I could sleep in his bed, but I would probably have to take the couch the next day. Cool. Sounds good to me.
Her son's room was a huge mess and kind of disgusting, like any young guy's room is I guess, but I could tell by his stuff, the posters on the wall, his CDs, that he was actually probably pretty cool.
When I woke up the next morning, there was a guy in nothing but a pair of boxers sleeping on the floor beside the bed. I was weirded out, but I assumed this must be the son and it was his room.
We had a nice day hanging out at the apartment. The son made a lot of jokes about his mom "taking in strays." He and I really hit it off, we had a lot in common. That night he and his friends took me to Berkeley to see a local band called the Locals (they would later change their name to the Matches, and are still a favorite band of mine to this day.) It was incredible! His friends were so welcoming and the show was so great.
After dropping off his friends we went and got drive through at Jack in the Box and just sat in the car and talked forever. I felt comfortable with him, so I told him about the party and what had happened. I was afriad he was going to judge me, but what actually ended up happening was that he fucked my brains out in the backseat of his car behind a grocery store. It was to that point the best sex I'd ever had in my life and remained so for several years.
We got back to the apartment super late, but the mom was still up. She was clearly just out of the shower and was not shy at all about me or her son seeing her tits. Just very casual "did you have fun? Oh great!" kind of stuff. This was *very* weird to me, but different strokes, right?
I slept on the couch, so that his mom wouldn't think anything untoward was going on. The next morning when I got up, I headed over to a nearby 7-11 for my morning coke slurpee, like you do, and when I got back to the apartment I ran into a neighbor.
She was kind and made small talk, "so you're staying with (woman's name?)"
"Yeah, I'm friends with her son." I stretched the truth a little.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
"She doesn't have a son? It's just the two of them, right?"
I immediatley felt a pit in my stomach, horror and deep, deep embarassment.
"Yeah, it's just a joke we have because he's so much younger."
I went in, grabbed my stuff and slipped right back out. I eventually found my way to the BART station after walking for a few miles and made my way back home.
And that, reader, is the craziest week of my life. I know it's not as wild as some of the stories that get posted here, but I've been feeling a need to share it.
I eventually did end up going to the community college that I swore I wouldn't, made for real friends with several of the people who were at that party (not the video store girl,) and ended up meeting the man who would become my husband pretty shortly after all of this. I never fucked with craigslist again.

So most people I know have at least one drunk/drug related sex thing they've done that they regret. I'm kinda in the oposite boat... I've passed up a few things I wish I hadn't - some of them maybe a bit wrong - because either I or the girl(s) or both were so fucked up I felt bad about acting on the opportunities. 80% of them would've been minor things with no major fallout... fucking girls who are "just friends" etc. Shit a few of those mightve led to later sober awesomefux.

I did go to a music festival with a younger friend (I was in my early 30s she was in her early 20s) once and she brought a friend I thought was the same age. After spending most of the day drunk as shit and "dancing" with her (by which I mean grindinding my hard ass cock on her ass - all through jeans - rubbing her tits, and "hugging her waist" (as in had my arm around her and my fingers down inside enough to feel the top of some fuzz) my friend pulled me aside and was like "dude, careful, 17!"... At which point I was sober and freaked out enough to tone it down to hands on hips.

The absolute worst (or best if you ask me deep enough into the fapzone) sex thing I ever did was oral/finger shit with my younger sister when we were both in our mid teens. Thing is though, even tho thats when I was getting into booze and weed... all that happened stone cold sober. It usually went down after school or mostly weekends when the parents were grocery shopping. I never got high before we messed around, and my sister didnt start messing with drugs until a year or two after we broke off the incest thing.

A girl I started seeing my first year in college was pretty messed up. Bisexual, alcoholic, did too much coke, sometimes fucked for money or gifts tho I wouldnt call her a hooker so much as a mental trainwreck... Anyhow, during the time she injected herself into my group of friends.... I think she hooked up with my sister once or twice but cant prove it.

One afternoon when she was thank god on her way off the scene, my sister hung out with my and my stoner friends. Everyone drifted off until it was just the 2 of us. I had a packed bowl stashed in a drawer. We were getting along as best as we had since we ended the incest stuff 3 or 4 years before.

I came sooooooooooooooo close to pulling out the bowl, trying to get her high, and asking if she wanted to fuck. It would've been the only time we'd gotten high together, the only time we'd incestest as adults. Instead I made up some excuse to go do something.

We never talked about our sex shit again until our 30s. in a therapy setting. We never got high together. It worked out eventually years later. but I kinda wonder if some stoned college sibling fucktime one afternoon might've replaced a few years of drama with some stoned sisterfucking or at least a "joint" fap session with some Dead show tapes in the background.

I'd also stilk like to know if that psychoho I was seeing fucked my sister too. At least it'd be one more item on the really short list of shit we had in common

Drugs. Sex. Regrets. They don't always line up like you'd expect

I confess, when I was about 13 my male cousin convinced me to let him play with my ass and cock. I fealt dirty at the time, but got hard. Later on I snuck into my other cousin's room (female) and slowly pulled her covers off to look at her pussy and tits. I am now 40, good looking and married to a beautiful woman. However...about every other month I get a craving for man-sex and I always find some. I usually just get a bj, but have fucked a couple of guys and even rode a young guys cock one night (he was a 20 yr old college guy with a nice 7" cock)...best orgasm of my life by the way.

I would love to hear of others stories about incest in their teens and about other married guys that just need a "cock-fix" every once in awhile.

I�d be surprised if anyone believed this story as there are far more believable confessions that have been questioned by this site that I have seen, but I�ll give it a go and if you believe me, great, and if you don�t, then I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Growing up I lived with my mom, my aunt and my two sisters. My dad was always away on work when we were little and I guess the strain that this put on my parent�s marriage was a contributing factor as to why they broke up. My Dad moved away, started a new family and since has had the minimal contribution to mine and my sister�s lives necessary for us to still call him Dad. My mom struggled with alcoholism when I was in my early teens and my Aunt moved in with us to support her during her recovery and the lead up to college was a few good years. My sister�s were popular at school, my mom got a job and a new man.

The first sign I got that things were going wrong with my sister Paige was when I was in my second year of college. I guess my mom was having trouble keeping the girls in line after I had left and Paige exploited it. She had stolen money from my mom in order to go to a party, so my mom kicked her out. She ended up moving to LA to live with my Dad. When she turned 18 my Dad kicked her out and she moved in with some guy that she met out there. She told me that she was going to support herself by doing some modelling, but when I asked my Dad about it he told me that she intended to do porn.

A few months later a friend emailed me a link to one of her porn videos asking if it was my sister. I watched the first minute (nothing happened sexual so far) and told him that it wasn�t her. It wasn�t until after my final year in college that I got really drunk and decided to watch some of her stuff. I remember sitting in my bed hard as a rock as I looked for the link I had been sent and began to watch. It started off with her talking to the guy filming and I remember feeling like I was going to have a heart attack because my heart was beating so fast. Then she got naked and showed off her body for the camera and I couldn�t help but begin to stroke. For the first time I saw her small tities in all their glory. I saw her shaved pussy and her spreading her ass cheeks for me to stare right up my sisters asshole. She got on her knees in front of the guy and while he talked with her he began to stroke and slap his huge dick across my sister�s face. She began to suck on his dick and I remember shooting cum way up into the air as she wrapped her lips around it and began to bob. Immediately I felt guilty, but carried on watching, mainly in terror as I watched the guy fuck my sister�s pussy in different ways before sitting in front of him and letting him cream all over her face.

I didn�t see my sister for a while in that time, so my guilt subsided. I forgot about it and didn�t return for a repeat viewing. My sister called me a couple of weeks ago as she knew I have moved to San Fran for work. I took her out on Saturday as it was her 21st birthday a couple of days before. She seemed happy, innocent and generally normal, but I couldn�t get the image of her bouncing and moaning on a big dick while she sat opposite me. When I got home I grabbed my laptop and pulled my jeans down. I grabbed some lube, smothered my dick and watched my sis being a slut. After I came this time I didn�t feel so guilty. Since then I have jacked off to my sister 5 times in the past couple of days. I�ve started to feel jealous of the countless guys who have covered my sister�s pretty face in jizz when I know I won�t get to.

My teen daughters became quite a slut and is leaving for college in the fall. What should I do before she leaves?

Found this....the link to the site : http://babble.com/babble-voices/a-focused-life-me-ra-koh/13-characteristics-of-a-date-rapist-a-list-you-need-to-share/

13 Characteristics of a Date Rapist: A List You Need to Share

I spoke around the country on the topic of sexual assault after publishing my first book, Beauty Restored: Finding Life and Hope After Date Rape. Whenever I would read this list, the room would go silent. And I heard the cry of my own heart as college student after college student, teen after teen, said “If only I had heard this list before I was raped. Maybe I would have known.” Below are thirteen characteristics of Date/Acquaintance Rapists. If you know someone who is displaying these characteristics, does that make them a rapist?

No.

But if you know someone who is in a relationship with someone exhibiting several of these behaviors, and especially if that someone is you, you can be affirmed through this list that this person is not a safe or healthy person to be in intimate relationship with. This is the list I wish I would have known before my own date rape. This is the list I’ve shared with thousands of youths, college students and women conferences over the last twenty years.

Below this list, I will share how these characteristics looked in my story with the numbers of the specific characteristic inserted at different points, so you can see how this list plays out in real life. In light of the current news, I encourage you to share these thirteen characteristics with all the young people in your life–especially those in a place of vulnerability.

13 Characteristics of Date/Acquaintance Rapists

Although there is no profile of a typical date or acquaintance rapist, experts have identified behavioral characteristics that tend to be exhibited by date and acquaintance rapists.

1. Displays anger or aggression, either physically or verbally (The anger need not be directed toward you, but may be displayed during conversations by general negative references to women, vulgarity, curtness toward others, and the like. Women are often viewed as adversaries.)

2. Displays a short temper; slaps and/or twists arms

3. Acts excessively jealous and/or possessive (Be especially suspicious of this behavior if you have recently met the person or are on a first or second date.)

4. Ignores your space boundaries by coming too close or placing his hand on your thigh, etc. (Be particularly cognizant of this behavior when it is displayed in public.)

5. Ignores your wishes

6. Attempts to make you feel guilty or accuses you of being uptight

7. Becomes hostile and/or increasingly more aggressive when you say no

8. Acts particularly friendly at a party or bar and tries to separate you from your friends

9. Insists on being alone with you on a first date

10. Demands your attention or compliance at inappropriate times, such as during class

11. Acts immaturely; shows little empathy or feeling for others and displays little social conscience

12. Asks personal questions and is interested in knowing more about you than you want to tell him

13. Subscribes excessively to traditional male and female stereotypes

*excerpt from Beauty Restored: Finding Life and Hope After Date Rape and Adapted from Carol Pritchard’s book, Avoiding Rape On and Off Campus

I met him the first week of my college freshmen orientation. He was charming, funny and a leader on campus. He was studying to be a Youth Pastor. I had never been away from home, and due to a painful relationship with my dad, I was hungry for love and attention.

The same week, he showed up at my dorm room. I remember wondering how he knew where I lived, but pushed the question aside. He asked if I wanted to go out on a date. I suggested a group date, but he pushed for time alone. I ignored the uncomfortable feeling inside and agreed (#9). The older girls were excited for me. They knew him, and he was funny with everyone. Why should I worry?

Soon after, we started dating more consistently. At first, he loved everything about me. But after a few weeks, things shifted. I remember coming out to the dorm lobby to meet him for dinner, and he asked me why I had chosen to wear something so awful. I went back to my dorm room embarrassed, in tears, and changed my clothes. He began telling me that my friends were talking about me and were not to be trusted (#8). I should spend more time with him, and after all, I hardly knew these new college friends.

One day, while driving in the car, I disagreed with something he said. He grabbed my thigh and squeezed tightly. While holding my thigh and smiling, he calmly told me that I was out of line. I felt trapped and afraid, but again, I didn’t listen. Then he let go of my leg and laughed. This was the beginning of him grabbing my thigh with an iron grip when he wanted me to pay attention (#4 and #7). If only I had known this was an actual characteristic of date rapists.

When I finally broke off the relationship, he followed me everywhere. He wanted another chance, another date, another opportunity to make up for how wrong things were going. No matter how many times I said no, he didn’t give up. Flowers showed up at my door, cards with confessions of love. He felt that God had brought us together. I was being too uptight, unforgiving. How could I not give him another chance, he asked. The girls around me swooned. Was I making a big deal out of nothing? He would not accept no for an answer. (#5 and #6)

So I agreed to one more date, as friends, on Valentine’s Day. But after dinner, he didn’t take me back to my dorm. He took me to an abandoned parking lot.

I remember being trapped, unable to get free from the car.

I remember the moment I gave up fighting and went far away in my head to survive what was happening to my body.

I remember him driving me back to my dorm, telling me that he’d give me a call some time soon, with a casual smile and wave goodbye.

I remember standing in the shower with all my clothes on, shaking and crying.

I remember changing the way I dressed, so that baggy clothes and dark colors hid my shape, my joy, hid me.

I remember hearing that he had done this before. I was number four.

I remember standing in the court room. Alone. And a woman judge asking me why I didn’t just get out of the car if things were “that bad”.

I remember feeling raped a second time by the court system.

It was Valentine’s Day, over 21 years ago.

If someone would have told me about these thirteen characteristics, I may have realized my gut instinct was in fact, telling me the truth. I may have thought twice about spending time with him. And even though everyone on campus seemed to love him, I may have given this list a second look and decided not to date him. But I never saw the list, and I was a broken nineteen year old who had zero self worth.

Before I became a photographer, I authored the book Beauty Restored: Finding Life and Hope After Date Rape. I spoke wherever I could – at women’s conferences, college campuses, and youth groups – and did over 40 national TV and radio interviews to bring awareness to a topic that is often kept quiet.

In my many years of speaking, I have witnessed how far reaching date rape is. I have held high school girls in my arms as they have sobbed uncontrollably. I have seen junior high boys weep under the chairs of the church. I have had grandmas confess that they have not told anyone of their rape for over 60 years. The loss in their voice, the grief, believing that swallowing the shame year after year was necessary.

These characteristics came to me after my rape. But you can share this list with friends, young people, youth groups, and college students to help prevent this horrible crime. Awareness is the key. Awareness has the power to make all the difference. Date/Acquaintance rape is never about sex, but power. The mind often feels crazy, second guessing everything, wondering if you are making a big deal out of nothing. And too often, I have found that the victim has been deprived of healthy love to know the difference. But we can change that. With our culture struggling to know how to respond to rape, you can have a powerful conversation with the young people you know. Working together, we can stop the shame and confusion. And even speak a word of hope to the one who is already hurting in silence.

*Learn more about Me Ra and her story.

You can find her at merakoh.com.

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So I've had a problem since I was in my early teens.

When my parents got divorced he remarried to a younger girl (22), and I would steal her panties when she was doing the laundry and jack off to them and flush them.

They've long since been divorced and I've had no source to get my fill.
But I live in an apartment complex where we have to do our laundry in a facility. I live in a college area, so there are some pretty fine girls.
I wait to do my laundry until 2am and when I'm in the facility I go through everything; bags, trash, washers, dryers. I look for a girls laundry and dig through and steal her panties, then take them home and jack off into them.

I'm kind of afraid through, some girl left her laundry in the facility for 3 days and I cleared her out, there were 12 pairs in this pile and I took them all.

But, does anyone else have this 'fetish'?