There was a video, a few years back it was always on of the most watched/popular vids.

Homemade, low res, pov, with some incest title. But this chicks pussy was creamy. I think it started with her blowing the guy while he was lying down, dick bent to the left. Then she road him and holy hell was she wet, they switch positions a bit but she always went back to gagging it down. Was 6 minutes or longer.

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

I hope that you like it.

Chapter Two � The Good Doctor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dont see, why incest is so baad...when both r into it, whats the deal??? fuck the political correctness!!! I HAVE SEX with my DAD and i like it...never was forced to do anything....made a bad decision one time and told a friend of mine, at least i thought it was a friend...she told the police right away, fuck them hippocrites!!!

and i must confess i have a perv fantasy: i would like to fuck with my son, be his slut-mum...one time i dreamt it was his birthday party...his friend are in the liviong room, he enters the room, with me behind him..naked on all four and on a leash!!
i get banged, abused, stuffed in all holes...first they make fun of me...the males an females...slap me, spank me, put stuff inside me....then i have to gag on them...get fuckecked in all holes...then they watch as the girls pee on me, then the males.....this phantasy makes me so horny!!!

Im 19 and bored sitting around the house all day, looking for mutual webcam mastubation.

I am 5"9 tall and 170 pounds, white, brown hair and 9 inches.

Fetishes include: Rough Sex, Incest, Choking, Gagging, etc. However I am open to other things.

If you are interested please PM me. Women under 50 preferred.

Im 19 and bored sitting around the house all day, looking for mutual webcam mastubation.

I am 5"9 tall and 170 pounds, white, brown hair and 9 inches.

Fetishes include: Rough Sex, Incest, Choking, Gagging, etc. However I am open to other things.

If you are interested please PM me. Women under 50 preferred.

I just chatted with this girl I know (and yes I know she is real and not a fake), basicly she suggest, that I should be her master as well as her brothers and make them fuck. She is 26 he us 24. Unlike many of you perverts here I'm not into incest, but it sounds hot. (I prefer girls but don't mind a boy in his tweenties sometimes).

What should I do?

Here is part of the chat I had with her:

veronica_p> my first master and I split up after two years when I was 18
veronica_p> he was 21 at that time and whe where together 2 years
JonLondon> yes, you mentioned that
JonLondon> go on
veronica_p> the reason for this is my master was bi and he started playing with my little brother too (who was 16 then and seems to be sub too)
JonLondon> ahh, not what I was expecting. Well that was very bad of your ex-Master.
veronica_p> my master was a real cool gothic guy and he was like a hero to all goths in our town so it's no wonder he was able to impress me bro
JonLondon> I see
JonLondon> and did he make you both play together?
veronica_p> well I noticed that they developed a relationship but did not know what it was
veronica_p> like I said my master made nude pics of me and then made my bro jack off to them
veronica_p> I did not know about this
JonLondon> I see
JonLondon> well Master isnt Bi so no need for slave to worry about that.
JonLondon> Seems you were both better of without your ex
veronica_p> I was used to be shared with some of his friends. One day he tied me up and blindedfolded me, he told me I had to suck a friend. this happend 2 or 3 times amonth so no big deal
JonLondon> and u sucked one of his friends....then what
JonLondon> knows this is hard for you so lets you continue
veronica_p> what he did was bring my brother in also blindfolded and made me suck him. when he came into my mouth he lifted both blindfolds so we could see each other
veronica_p> thank you master
JonLondon> and what happened then?
veronica_p> he told us that we are both his slaves and he wants us to play together
veronica_p> I started to cry so he gagged me
JonLondon> that must have shocked you
veronica_p> then he told my brother to fuck me
JonLondon> you were tied and helpless?
veronica_p> me brother hesitaded cause I was crying
veronica_p> yes
JonLondon> then what?
veronica_p> but he was 16 our master 21 and he just made him fuck me
JonLondon> bareback I assume
veronica_p> it was obvious my bro enjoyed it, although I think he felt guilty
JonLondon> so u were your bro's first?
veronica_p> yes, my< bro came all inside me
veronica_p> yes
JonLondon> bet he didnt know evern what to do did he?
veronica_p> (but he has had gfs later)
veronica_p> well he could not resist
JonLondon> so do you blame him for doing it?
veronica_p> I don't blame my bro
JonLondon> who do you blame slave?
veronica_p> well I am not so sub in daily life, so with all my courage I told my master to leave or lives or I would stab him
veronica_p> I was so frightend and did not deal what to do with the situation.
veronica_p> but it worked he left us alone
JonLondon> you did the right thing
veronica_p> well I guess everyone would agree that ending this is the reasonable thing
JonLondon> yes, it wasnt right
veronica_p> the problem is, every time I masturbate I have to think about it and fantasieze about a master keeping me and my bro as slaves and making us do the dirties things together
and from the behaviour of my bro I guess he would gladly become the slave of everyone if he gets to do me
veronica_p> I know he keeps those pics, the way he looks at me, he tried to secretly take more pics of me (and maybe did), he wanked into my panties ones and when we still lived at home he showed himself to me nude by "accident" and always had a hard one

I had the most wonderfull night of my life yesterday, I was on mephedrone with my gf and we had sex from 20pm to 3 am. She was so hot, she asked me to fuck her face. The feeling you get holding the head of someone you love and to violently fuck it is awesome. I was facefucking her quite hardly but i did not gag her it. and her pussy was so dripping wet , but she gave me her anus. She used to refuse me annal advance but last night she begged for it. It was so good and so romantic...

I do not hate my wife, but I do have misogynistic tendencies which lean towards the sexual humiliation of women. My favorite type of porn is where the woman is degraded and finds, and receives no enjoyment from the acts she is performing. The problem is that I only have my wife to satisfy my need to sometimes live out the things I like to see in porn. I feel guilty after I do these kinds of things to my wife, but at the time i am doing them i do enjoy it. She hates anal, and finds it very painful, and the more pain she is in the quicker I finish. She also hates giving me a BJ to completion, but the idea that she hates what she is doing makes be cum faster.
I hate that it has to be like that, but i must be allowed to do those things once in awhile. I wish she would let me have a little sub slut on the side who i would only fuck in the ass, and allow to be my oral cum receptacle.

It's between "i shoved a whole string of christmas lights up my ass on christmas morning and one broke... oops." and "I believe that cheerleading was created by the Kleenex corporation solely for the purpose of selling more product to perverts like myself." for funniest post of the year.. if you got a better one post it

I get turned on by the idea of beating a teen until she's almost unconsious before raping her. The beating is as much of a turn on as the actual rape when she is all dazed up. Just straddling her and continuesly slapping her face over and over until she gives up every ounce of fight in her while calling her names or just being totally silent. Taking my time.

Anybody else who has this fetish?

me and my mate go into my big sisters bedroom she is 18 we are 15 we get her dirty knickers and smell and lick them then see who can wank into them and come first we are still virgins and we want to fuck her we were going to grab her but her boy friend will kick our heads in if we touch her so we will just have to keep wanking into her knickers

I met up with a 42 year old man last night, that I met on Grindr. We played in his car in a parking lot near where I live. It was kinda hot considering that he is the same age as my father, I am 17 years old. I am not really attracted to men, however when I am really hot, I fantasize about sucking cock and maybe receiving anal.

When I first got in his car, we started making out, and we both took our shirts off. He liked feeling up and down my body, which was kinda awkward, considering that I am ticklish. He then started sucking on my nipples, which felt surprisingly great, and we pulled our cocks out. I sucked his first, it was uncut. He then sucked my cock, and pushed his cock into my mouth, hard against the seat, I had to push him back a few times, as he was making me gag. He then came and pissed outside of the car, and then watched me cum on my stomach.

I wasn't really attracted to him much, and found it hard to have a constant boner, though some things I couldn't resist, despite being straight. After I came, he fondled my dick, whilst we talked about IT and games such as World of Warcraft, which was kinda hot. He then moved his hand down from my penis and started to finger my ass, which I did enjoy a bit. He really wanted to fuck me, and for me to try this drug called AMYL, though I refused both. I then snuck back home at 4AM, before my father woke up.

Should I meet him again? And should I let him fuck me?

few weeks ago my girlfriends 13 year old sister came to babysit for usit was only me and her in the living room while my girlfriend got ready upstairs,and our bathroom is downstairs,anyway i went in to the bathroom and set up my camera phone in the laundry basket its full of airholes and i focused it on the loo,and turned it on and came into the living room and told my girlfriends sister if she wanted to use the toilet,cause ill be having a shower and a shave and that i would be a while,but ill be 5 minutes that i have to pop to the shops for razors,and she said she has to use it,and i went out the door,when i was going to the shops my heart was racing,to see wat i hwas about to record,5 minutes later i came back,and went into the bathroom for a shower,and got my phone out of the basket,what i saw on it i couldnt believe my eyes,shes a very petite looking girl but very sexy looking,she came in and put the seat on the toilet down whipped off her skimpy shorts and knickers sat down opened her legs and started playing with herself,she even had a small bit of pubic her,she started fingering herself as well,oh my god everytime i look at it i blow my load in seconds,honest to god true story..

My daughter had to use our computer for a school project the other night. I didn't think nothing of it when I turned it on for her and then went outside to shovel the drive after dinner. I thought for sure that my wife would be checking in on her. I came in about an hour later and my wife was still preoccupied with dishes and laundry. I went upstairs to check on my daughter and she was finishing up printing out some papers. I asked her how her research was going and she said she was all done. She grabbed up the papers and headed to her room to start on her project. I turned off the computer and headed downstairs for a few minutes before I headed to the store for a few things.

The messed up thing happened yesterday after I came home from work. I walked in the door, kissed my wife and headed upstairs to change my clothes. While passing my daughters door in the hallway I stopped and asked her how school was and how the project was going. She replied great and then asked me if I could take her to the mall on Saturday and if she was allowed to spend her whole allowance. I was a little upset since she wanted to spend all of her allowance when she is supposed to be saving most of it. So I asked her what she wanted at the mall that justified spending the money she is supposed to be saving. She said she wanted to buy some new clothes. I'm thinking to myself that she must be crazy. My wife and I always made sure she had plenty of nice clothes to wear.

I told her that I didn't think she needed any more clothes at the moment and that she should wait until the weather warms a bit before she got anything new. She started put on her pout face and told me she didn't have any of the type of clothes she wanted. I asked her what she meant? She ran over to the stack of papers she had printed out and grabbed one from the bottom. She brought it over to me and showed me a pic she had printed out and said she wanted clothes like the girl was wearing in the pic. When I was outside shoveling she must of found her way to motherless and glanced around the site.

Now my little angel wants to start dressing like these BLEEP and teen models that you people keep posting on here. My jaw literally hit the floor when she asked if she could buy thong underwear. I told her no way was I going to allow her to buy let alone wear clothes like that. I hope she gets those kinds of thoughts out of her had before I have a stroke.

Before the internet,were we all as perverted as we are today? I mean the only thing out there was tame porn. Did the net bring out pedo,beasty,incest and all the other perverted shit out of us? Or was it all ways there? The world is a truely sick place. Where are we going now as a people? Are we the new sodom and gamora? I think we are. We all know this kind of shit is not good. Why are we drwn to it? Is it satan at work,and we just think its our own perverted ass's doing it on our own? I think today Im going to see if I can get by without looking at this sick shit all the time. Im going to see if I can get by with out it. At least I can try to save my own soul....I hope..take care all.

So here my story . This really is how it happened . It started in 1994 i was 19 a friend of the family had just split up she had two girl age 14 and12 . Well they would come over to my to see my mum and the two girls would just watch tv as there mum and my mum would sit in the kitchen talking and bitching about men . More to follow .

So the two girls just kinda bugged me had no interest in them at first would ether go out or upto my room . Any ways they would come over more and more about 2or3 times a week this went on for months i would get home from work to find mine and there mum chatting and the girls messing about or watch tv i would just go up to my room take shower and normally have some time playing on game saga mega drive lol who remembers them lol this one day my mum made the coment that the girls probably would like to play on the games the thought of having two teen girls in my room did't really do it 4me so i said well am off out anyways so if they want to use it they welcome to . I never thought what was about to happen over the next weeks . More to follow .

so, what would you do?

i want to be USED and ABUSED! i want to be tied down and used by a group of men i have never seen before! and i want to be pounded hard!! I want to be face fucked i want to gag on huge cock and to be fucked hard and for all the men to cum all over me ind inside my unprotected pussy! ... i have no limits ill even let you piss all over me and in my mouth if that is what you are into ..... make me really messy ... a dirty little whore! what do u want to do to me?

I am into absolutely anything including incest, beastiality, BDSM, ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF

So I came home from work, at dinner with the family, put the kid to bed and sat on the couch drinking a beer and watched some TV.
My wife called my name, so I got up and found her in the bedroom in a Catholic school girl uniform. At first I was like W T F because that just isn't her at all - I was shocked.
"I've been a naughty girl," she said lifting her skirt up to show her shaved pussy.
I immediately got hard.
"I need you to fuck me, I've been really naughty daddy."
Then I was even more confused, she wasn't into incest and hated her father.
She walked over and unzipped my pants and bent down and started sucking my dick like a pro. She could barely fit it all into her small mouth but her efforts were commendable.
I decided to play along, "You've been naughty? You're a bad girl," I said as I grabbed a hand full of her hair and jammed her mouth deeper onto my cock. She gagged and coughed.
I could see her fingering her pussy under her skirt, and I wanted it bad. I pulled her by the hair off my cock and bent her over the bed and slid it in her. She was warm, clenching me as I thrust it deeper in her.
"Spank me, I've been so bad," she muttered.
My hand slapped her milky white ass hard, the imprint turned bright red. I spanked her harder as she moaned and I could see her creaming on my cock as I jammed it in and out of her.
"I've been so fucking bad, I'm a little whore," she screamed as I spanked her. My cock was hard, ready to burst.
"My pussy likes cum," she moaned as I fucked her harder, "yeah mix your cum with his - I'm a fucking whore."
I stopped, "His?"
"I let Art cum in me, I couldn't resist him," she panted, crying.
My heart sunk, but my cock bulged. I beat on her ass with my open palm and jammed my dick into her harder then I've ever did before. My cock slammed into her cervix, her ass was red and bruised.
"You fucking slut, let me see your face," I yelled at her as I turned her over and pushed her on to the bed.
I mounted her and grabbed her throat. I was pulsating inside of her, and my heart was filled with rage. The bed shook to each heavy thrust I pumped her with. She looked into my eyes as tears rolled down her cheek.
I emptied myself deep in her cunt, each ejaculation feeling like hot lava exploding from my loins.
"You fucking cunt." I said looking at her.
I grabbed her neck and forced her to suck my dick, "lick it clean, filthy fucking trash."
She did, her tongue rolled around my cock, cleaning up my sperm, and Art's.
"Clean it up you bitch."

I need my wife to cheat on me more, the sex was fucking epic. I can deal with the jealousy, but there is something about jacking a pussy that already has cum inside it. It was erotic as fuck.
I talked to my wife about it, she says I can fuck someone else too if I want, so I get a free pass on that - but what I really want is her to be filled with cum and treat her like a fucking whore. I've never done that before, it was so powerful emotionally and sexually.

25 year old athletic and filthy. Incest role play and domination. Gagging, throat fucking, and piss. I bet you can't scare me. Best of all, I like being submissive too. I would do anything the right girl asked me to. Or my mommy for that matter.

Dream come true... you know how sometimes friends of the family have kids you grow up with? like your mom's best friend who insists you call her auntie? Her kids. Nick and I grew up as cousins. Couple years apart, but pretty much in the same age group. Granted, we were teenagers at the time. We weren't super close or anything. I was closest to his sister, actually. Anyway. We'd hung out a few times in high school and in college. Smoked out. Whatever. together. Whatever.
There was a wedding in the "family" this weekend. He flew out from cali, and I drove a few hours south to meet them all. I didn't know he was going to be there. I was there for his sisters to hang out and help out with photography and such. When we were introduced and realized we knew each other, we were a little shocked and surprised to see how the other had changed. It had been at least 6 years.
After the rehearsal dinner, we all got pretty faded. But then the fucking hotel overbooked, so we all had to share rooms. Shit you not. Two queens. 7 people. Per room. We did shots at the hotel room. He kept offering me more. Quarters were tight. Every time he passed me, he placed a hand on my shoulder, or brushed up against my hand. I suggested we all go down to the hot tub before it closed. None of us brought swimwear, so we were all in our underwear. To my alarmed disappointment, he didn't come near me. Afterward, we all took turns showering and changing into our sleepclothes. It was a hot day, and 7 people in a room didn't help. So we were all pretty mych in teeshirts and panties. While some were out getting ice, getting more towels, and showering/blowdrying, he crept up behind me with a wet towel and cracked it on my thigh just beneath my panties. I smirked at him, and he admitted that he was impressed that I didn't flinch. I locked eyes with him and said "you have no idea..."
Not much later on, after a few more shots, he came and me and whomped down on my ass with a firm, open hand. Once more I locked eyes with him with almost a warning glare. Later that night he said he would go out for a smoke with me, but it was getting late and there was a wedding in the morning, so he passed out. I couldn't sleep the whole night. My mind was racing. Hoping he would creep over the slumbering bodies and grope me. Maybe signal for me to follow him out to the car.
He never did.
After all the festivities and we returned to our hometowns, I texted him and asked him if I was imagining things, or if he had touched me quite a bit.
He admitted to being a little feely. At first he started to blame it on being drunk. And then he confessed he was intrigued by the way I took a spanking. We shared kinks back and forth until the conversation reached incest. And he confessed to being turned on by staring at a married cousin's ass. By wanting to beat it. By wanting to forcefully grope it. By wanting to fuck it.
Ladies and Gentlemen. (Okay, mostly dirty men.)
My "Cousin" is now my sext/skyp Master. He calls me a whore, and reminds me of how filthy I am for showing off for my cousin. He even has an uncle he wants to whore me out to, (different family...) and that he's open to sharing a pet. I gagged on my dildo for him on webcam while he told me how much he wanted to forcefeed me creampies. I have officially hit the jackpot. I'm so excited!