sometimes i wonder why relationships with previous girls haven't worked out.

was it me? was it her? was it the timing or where i was at mentally? why does it even bother me? why do i let it stop me from falling in love?

i've had good experiences and bad ones. i've hung around gay people just to test the waters and allowed myself into certain situations which i knew would leave me vulnerable. i felt i grew from these experiences but actually, it's made me feel empty. i've dated students, a nurse, a stripper, a medical doctor, a girl that was allergic to condoms, girls online n i've been in drunk and sober threeways.

these people have been in my life intimately and know me in ways that no one else does but, now, when i look at it - as i approach my mid 20s, i look at these past relationships with an ounce of sadness n disgust in myself. i recall a violent relationship, a deep relationship and the last one, my first love.

will the next girl i date feel special? will i think that we've got something special going on? has my past relationships n companions made it impossible for me to feel again? has the things i've done affected my morals and beliefs? i once had limits. now, i just look at people like they're emotions that can either make me happy or sad. they're not people anymore. they're just objects to use.

maybe it's safe to say that no future intimate relationship will ever happen. not a happy one with me.

end of the text.

No more fucking weird shit porn, you fucking weirdos. I mean, anybody on this site is weird as fuck already.. but shit and piss? Get your fucking head checked fellas, cuz you might need some medication..Or maybe just a mind opening experience like psychedelics.. Could you imagine a mother fucker taking some LSD, having them deep ass thoughts and just suddenly thinking "damn, i beat my dick to fuckin shit, i need help"

I confess that I went to Omegle tonight... never had been there before, but someone on here mentioned it, so in I went...

They have an option on there where you ask a question, and then watch two people discuss... so I asked "what is the kinkiest thing you have ever done?" I got a few interesting responses to that (one person had blown their brother, but did not elaborate)

After a while, I switched to: "What is the kinkiest thing you want to do but never have? (and mention age/sex when responding)" Several times, people just exited out of the convo, or one would leave very quickly. I was about to give up when the following convo unfolded before my eyes: (note: "stranger 2" disconnects at some point, which is a shame... I get the feeling stranger 1 really wanted to continue :)

Stranger 2: Dick in garbage disposal.

Stranger 2: Ohohohoho, no.

Stranger 1: hey stranger

Stranger 2: Oh, hey.

Stranger 1: you wanna hear the story of how I was molested when I was eight?

Stranger 2: I suppose so. I was when I was twelve, so I know the feel.

Stranger 1: male or female?

Stranger 2: Male.

Stranger 2: By a male also.

Stranger 1: I see. ... Did you enjoy it?

Stranger 2: At first, when I was that age. As I started figuring out what was happening I did not. Then I tried to kill him, and got put on anger/depression medication for a year.

Stranger 1: I see

Stranger 1: female by male

Stranger 1: I got addicted to it.

Stranger 2: Is it wrong that reading that kinda gave me a boner?

Stranger 2: I feel like it is.

Stranger 1: No, not really

Stranger 1: You can't help being attracted to what you're attracted to.

Stranger 1: but, yeah. I'm sorry if it was traumatic for you

Stranger 2: Well I'm fine now. I used to get depressed, was confused sexually for a while, molested a girl when I was 16, used to feel terrible, now I don't think about it.

Stranger 2: I'm sorry if the experience has made you upset as well.

Stranger 1: No no, I'm very okay with my past

Stranger 1: I know not everyone feels the same way about the experience as I do. ^^

Stranger 2: Well it's good you have such a positive outlook on it. One that may strangely arouse me, but nonetheless is a good way to look at things.

Stranger 1: Hehehe =3

Stranger 2: How old are you, stranger?

Stranger 2: -If you don't mind me asking, that is.

Stranger 1: I'm much older now. ^^;;

Stranger 2: Well clearly, from your fantastic grammar.

Stranger 2: -also intriguing sexually. Intelligence>Dumb-asses.

Stranger 1: but, yeah. Usually I tell my story to guys because I get off on reliving the moment... but it feels too guilty now ^^;;

Stranger 2: Hey now, that... Well that is just awesome.

Stranger 2: How would it make you get off? Just the thought of it?

Stranger 1: Well, Telling the story brings back memories of the moment, but the thought that someone else is getting off to it too is pretty hot.

Stranger 1: I always used to have fantasies about men doing things to me after my first encounter

Stranger 2: It's becoming extremely hard not to beat off, to be honest.

Stranger 1: Well it started over the summer when I was eight

Stranger 1: I had to stay at my aunt's house because my parents worked a lot

Stranger 1: so did my aunt, but my cousin was there to watch me

Stranger 1: So, when my aunt went to work, he'd take me into the basement to play

Stranger 1: there was a bunch of old stuff down in the basement, boxes of things, one was an old box of halloween costumes

Stranger 1: I loved playing dress up, so I used to put them on and we'd play all sorts of make belive

Stranger 1: My favorite outfit was this light-pink princess dress

Stranger 1: I think it was from a fairy costume, but it had white lace, and tights that went with it.

Stranger 1: So, I had that on, and we were playing that I was the princess, and he was the prince

Stranger 1: I layed down on the couch and pretend to be asleep like sleeping beauty and he had to wake me up with a kiss.

Stranger 1: he was like, ten years older than me, so he wasn't really interested in actually playing, so instead of a kiss, he started tickling me, saying that the sleeping princess couldn't move

Stranger 1: I played along, and he focused on tickling my tummy

Stranger 1: and then he brushed my crotch

Stranger 1: I held still, and he continued

Stranger 1: he rubbed my pussy through the tights, pushing the dress and lace aside

Stranger 1: it was weird, but felt good too

Stranger 1: after a while he kissed me and kept rubbing

Stranger 2: I am still here, by the way. It's a bit difficult to type while jerking off.

Stranger 1: Girls have it lucky, I can rub against the chair while I type =3

Stranger 2: I'm right handed, so it's a bit difficult. ^^

Stranger 1: So I sat up, and he pulled me into his lap

Stranger 1: He had his arms me, one in my crouch the other holding my chest, and started to bounce me up and down

Stranger 1: It only took a few minutes for it to be too much for me, and I started to cramp up with orgasim. It was unbelievable.

Stranger 1: he was pretty impressed too. But we stopped playing for the day because I was too exhausted.

Stranger 1: a couple days later we were playing again, but just in the dress... the tights didn't get washed so I couldn't wear them.

Stranger 1: So, he was rubbing my slit bare, and it was exquisite - so slick and slippery, every little movement was like electricity.

Stranger 1: He went a little slower than before, letting me rest every once in a while so I didn't pass out on him

Stranger 1: He took his pants off too, so I could play with his dick. It was weird first time I had ever actually seen a penis.

Stranger 1: but I did my best to stroke him, he didn't complain. ^_~

Stranger 1: after I was too tired to bounce, he just laid me on the couch, brought my ass right to the edge of the cushion

Stranger 1: he spread my legs and started to rub his cock against my pussy

Stranger 1: he didn't really try to get it in, he'd push against me a few times, but then go back to rubbing.

Stranger 1: when he came I kinda freaked out. It was all over my pussy, some shot inside it. I thought he had peed on me

Stranger 1: and then I was convinced I was pregnant

Stranger 1: we didn't do anything for a week or so after that because I was so convinced

Stranger 1: I got over it though, and he was back to rubbing on my cunt

Stranger 1: so, it came time to "do it for real" and after rubbing against me for a while, he pushed it against my pussy lips low, and just kept pushing

Stranger 1: I still remember how it felt to spread out, wider than ever, as he slid in

Stranger 1: It wasn't exactly painful, I had inserted things before. Hairbrush handle, his finger, so my hymen was long gone.

Stranger 1: but it was never that big, that full, that deep.

Stranger 1: He got it about half way in, and just sorta rocked back and forth

Stranger 2 has disconnected

Hi guys, first of all I want to apologize for my bad english.
I confess I badly need help.
Here's my story.
I am a Fil. from the Philippines, few months ago i have being experiencing difficulties with urinating. For instance, i have to wake up 2 to 3 time in the middle of the night to urinate. When i was reading about it a bit more, i found out you can experience back problems too which in fact is true in my case because my lower back has bin hurting for more than a month and no signs of improvement. I also have problem while urinating. So I went to see a doctor and found out at an early age I have a prostate cancer. Since Philippines is not one of the richest country in the world and I am still studying, I badly need help for my medications, anyone. Please. I am really under stress right now and I am not getting better. Motherless admin please do not delete my post, btw this is not a spam like what you usually receive in your e-mail.
Thank you.

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.

I 've been married for over forty years. We stopped having any sexual contact twenty years ago due to a medical condition on her part. during th e active part of our marriage, she never was able to have a climax. She enjoyed sex but I never was able to experience the thrill of sending her over the top.
I decided to have bi relationsships... I found a place with glory holes and would visit on a semi regular basis. I really enjoy sucking cock now for two reasons. I love the texture and taste of cum. I like to roll it around in my mouth and savour it for several miunutes. Secondly I like being able to be responsible for another human being experiencing the single most enjoyable feeling possible ... I am not into any other contact with a man, just giving that satisfaction.

What IF 20 Million Illegal Aliens Went Home
By the way, if you or your family members came to America legally, Welcome - - - we're glad you're here and that it was done by the Rule of Law. Thank you for respecting our borders.

What if 20 Million Illegal Aliens Vacated America ? ( note: ILLEGAL - here without papers)
I, Tina Griego, journalist for the Denver Rocky Mountain News wrote a column titled, 'Mexican Visitor's Lament' -- 10/25/07.

I interviewed Mexican journalist Evangelina Hernandez while visiting Denver last week. Hernandez said, 'They (illegal aliens) pay rent, buy groceries, buy clothes...What Happens to your country's economy if 20 million people go away?' Hummm, I thought, what would happen, so I did my due diligence, buried my nose as a reporter into the FACTS I found below.
[Did you notice Evangelina said "your" country?]

It's a good question - it deserves an honest answer. Over 80% of Americans demand secured borders and illegal migration stopped. But what would happen if all 20 million or more vacated America ?

The answers I found may surprise you!

In California, if 3.5 million illegal aliens moved back to Mexico, it would leave an extra $10.2 billion to spend on overloaded school systems, bankrupt hospitals and overrun prisons. It would leave highways cleaner, safer and less congested. Everyone could understand one another as English became the dominant language again.

In Colorado, 500,000 illegal immigrants, plus their 300,000 kids and grand-kids - would move back 'home', mostly to Mexico. That would save Coloradans an estimated $2 billion (other experts say $7 billion) annually in taxes that pay for schooling, medical, social-services and incarceration costs.

It means 12,000 gang members would vanish out of Denver alone.

Colorado would save more than $20 million in prison costs, and the terror that those 7,300 alien criminals set upon local citizens. Denver Officer Don Young and hundreds of Colorado victims would not have suffered death, accidents, rapes and other crimes by illegals.

Denver Public Schools would not suffer a 67 percent drop-out/flunk-out rate because of thousands of illegal alien students speaking 41 different languages. At least 200,000 vehicles would vanish from our gridlocked cities in Colorado. Denver's 9% unemployment rate would vanish as our working poor would gain jobs at a living wage.

In Florida, 1.5 million illegals would return the Sunshine State to America, the rule of law, and English.

In Chicago, Illinois, 2.1 million illegals would free up hospitals, schools, prisons and highways for a safer, cleaner and more crime-free experience.

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home' --

If 20 million illegal aliens returned 'home', the U.S. Economy would return to the rule of law. Employers would hire legal American citizens at a living wage. Everyone would pay their fair share of taxes because they wouldn't be working off the books. That would result in an additional $401 Billion in IRS income taxes collected annually, and an equal amount for local, state and city coffers.

No more push '1' for Spanish or '2' for English. No more confusion in American schools that now must contend with over 100 languages that degrade the educational system for American kids. Our over-crowded schools would lose more than two million illegal alien kids at a cost of billions in ESL and free breakfasts and lunches.

We would lose 500,000 illegal criminal alien inmates at a cost of more than $1.6 billion annually. That includes 15,000 MS-13 gang members who distribute $130 billion in drugs annually would vacate our country.

In cities like L.A., 20,000 members of the '18th Street Gang' would vanish from our nation. No more Mexican forgery gangs for ID theft from Americans! No more foreign rapists and child molesters!

Losing more than 20 million people would clear up our crowded highways and gridlock. Cleaner air and less drinking and driving American deaths by illegal aliens!

America's economy is drained. Taxpayers are harmed. Employers get rich. Over $80 billion annually wouldn't return to the aliens' home countries by cash transfers. Illegal migrants earned half that money untaxed, which further drains America's economy - while we currently suffer an $8.7 trillion debt.

At least 400,000 anchor babies would not be born in our country, costing us $109 billion per year per cycle. At least 86 hospitals in California, Georgia, Texas and Florida would still be operating instead of being bankrupt, out of existence, because illegals pay nothing via the EMTOLA Act.

Americans wouldn't suffer thousands of TB and hepatitis cases rampant in our country - brought in by illegals unscreened at our borders.

With 20 million less people it would also put the 'progressives' on the horns of a dilemma; illegal aliens and their families cause 11 percent of our greenhouse gases.

Over one million of Mexico's poorest citizens now live inside and along our border from Brownsville, Texas to San Diego, California in what the New York Times called, 'colonias' or new neighborhoods. Trouble is, those living areas resemble Bombay and Calcutta where there is a grinding poverty, filth, diseases, drugs, crimes, lack of sanitation and worse. They live without sewage, clean water, paved streets, electricity, or any kind of sanitation.

The New York Times reported them to be America's new 'Third World ' inside our own country. Within 20 years, at their current growth rate, they expect 20 million residents of those colonias.

(I've seen them personally in Texas and Arizona; it's sickening beyond anything you can imagine.)

By enforcing our laws, we could repatriate them back to Mexico. We should invite 20 million aliens to go home, fix their own countries and/or make a better life in Mexico. We already invite a million people into our country legally more than all other countries combined annually. We cannot and must not allow anarchy at our borders, more anarchy within our borders and growing lawlessness at every level in our nation. It's time to stand up for our country, our culture, our civilization and our way of life. It is time to vote out the politicians who think otherwise!

Now, here are some interesting Statistics!

Here are 14 reasons illegal aliens should vacate America, and I hope they are forwarded over and over again until they are read so many times that the reader gets sick of reading them:

1) $14 billion to $22 billion dollars are spent each year on welfare to illegal aliens. ( that's Billion with a 'B' )

2) $2.2 billion dollars are spent each year on food assistance programs such as food stamps, WIC, and free school lunches for illegal aliens.

3) $7.5 billion dollars are spent each year on Medicaid for illegal aliens.

4) $12 billion dollars are spent each year on primary and secondary school education for children here illegally and they still cannot speak any English!

5) $27 billion dollars are spent each year for education for the American-born children of illegal aliens, known as anchor babies.

6) $3 Million Dollars 'PER DAY' is spent to incarcerate illegal aliens. That's $1.2 Billion a year.

7) If we go with 20 million illegals compared to there being 300 million Americans, they make up less than 7% of the people within our borders. But, 28% percent of all federal prison inmates are illegal aliens.

8) $190 billion dollars are spent each year on illegal aliens for welfare & social services by the American taxpayers.
9) $200 billion dollars per year in suppressed American wages are caused by the illegal aliens.

10) The illegal aliens in the United States have a crime rate that's two and a half times that of white non-illegal aliens. In particular, their children are going to make a huge additional crime problem in the US.

11) During 2005, there were 8 to 10 MILLION illegal aliens that crossed our southern border with as many as 19,500 illegal aliens from other terrorist countries. Over 10,000 of those were middle-eastern terrorists. Millions of pounds of drugs, cocaine, meth, heroine, crack, Guns, and marijuana crossed into the U.S. from the southern border.

12) The National Policy Institute, estimates that the total cost of mass deportation would be between $206 and $230 billion, or an average cost of between $41 and $46 billion annually over a five year period.

13) In 2006, illegal aliens sent home $65 BILLION in remittances back to their countries of origin, to their families & friends.

14) Another dark side of illegal immigration: Nearly one million sex crimes are committed by illegal immigrants in the United States!

Total cost: A whopping $538.3 BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR!!!

If this doesn't bother you, then just delete the message, don't register and don't vote. Otherwise, forward this to everyone you know!

The "B4U-ACT" conference Aug. 17 hosted by psychiatric professionals discussed eliminating the stigma against pedosexuals, and proposes that the American Psychiatric Association (APA) redefine pedophilia as a normal sexual orientation of "Minor-Attracted Persons."

In 1973, our "post Kinsey era," a small APA committee of psychiatrists, quite terrified by homosexual public harassment, quoted Kinsey's human sexuality study and other scientific data to redefine homosexuality as normal, removing it from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) of mental disorders.

B4U-ACT goals are to "help mental health professionals learn more about attraction to minors and to consider the effects of stereotyping, stigma, and fear." This group of professionals also wants to teach pedosexuals "how to live life fully and stay within the law," insofar as the law is presently stated.

The psychiatrists discussed what "age of consent" should be proposed and what role pornography plays as a causative factor in actual child sex abuse. The prior was left as an open matter, and regarding the latter all participants agreed that scientific evidence showed no harm stemming from pornography as viewed by adults or minors in actual sex abuse cases.

Speakers discussed many examples of pedosexuals as healthy, normal and unfairly victimized by stigma and vitriol whipped up by the media and special interest groups. Examples were given of evidence regarding pedophiles that never forced children, and in some cases the evidence even pointed to them as being gentle and loving. At the same time, a researcher did cite "victims" who have been raped and that these perpetrators do indeed deserve punishment.

One young female speaker suggested that research has shown that pedosexuals might be helped by engaging in "sex play" using naked pictures of pseudo children. In some cases the therapy has been shown to be enhanced with props like bridal gowns, stockings, & etc. This Ph.D. social worker noted her objection, based on scientific evidence, to any repression toward the subjects.

B4U-ACT sees this conference as a way of fighting the stigmatization of attraction to children and the combination with, or confusion of pedophiles with "child molesters". Of course, "pedophile" has become cultural shorthand for "abuser" which, understandably, with the increasingly white hot emotionalism that has attached itself to this subject and increased exponentially over the last decade or two around it. Richard Kramer, director of B4U-AC, and other professionals state that such scientific wisdom is based on skewed data that looks only at offenders, and that many child molesters are not technically "pedophiles" (i.e., they offend because they are preditory and act out of opportunity, not sexual attachment).

There is a general consensus within the medical community that pedophilia is a sexual orientation and as such is unlikely to change, just as with homosexuality. Fred Berlin, director of the Sexual Behavior Consultation Unit at spam Hopkins, states that out of the pedosexuals that have acted, then afterward entered treatment, "...there are large numbers of people who experience these attractions and with proper help go on and don't continue to 'offend'. There is good evidence to show that that's the case."

Berlin says many psychiatrists & others are concerned that the term "has become a stigmatizing pejorative," a way of saying "that somebody is less than human." Pedosexuals are unlikely to get much sympathy from the general public for being stigmatized, but Berlin says it's in society's best interest to resist demonizing them. The idea is to try to get folks who want therapy to "come forward and get help..."

Few of us in the general public are capable of thinking about pedophiles, or hebephiles, in emotionless, scientific terms; but, luckily, we aren't the ones charged with treating them, or defining who "they" are.

OP here. When I was a kid, I went into 7-11 in Redmond, Wa. to buy a candy bar. Outside there were a dozen or so older ladies picketing the store because it sold Playboy and Penthouse. When I entered the store, I got a few snide remarks for crossing their "line". As I began to leave I was surrounded by these ladies and yelled at for patronizing the store. Without a word, I turned around, re-entered the store, walked to the counter and purchased Penthouse magazine. When the clerk asked if I wanted a bag, I said "no, thank you." If you think I caught hell before, you should have heard them when I left! When I was able to get a word in, I told them I purchased the magazine BECAUSE of them. If they hadn't bothered me I would've bought my candy bar and simply left. I explained, "you know what ladies? The barn door is open and the cow is gone. If this REALLY bothered you, why didn't you stop it when Playboy first came out 25 years ago? Where were you then? It's just too bad, but you're fighting a lost cause." You could have heard a pin drop when the realization finally fell upon them. And at only 16 or 17 I was amazed at my composure in this circumstance.

What's the point? Well my friends, it is this: Homosexuality, Sadomasicism, and other behaviors have been considered and listed by "authorities" as mental illness, as hebophilia and pedophilia are currently. Because of societal changes and increasing pressure, homosexuality and other activity has been declassified as such in many cultures. Once again, my friends, the barn door has been opened and the cow has left. Once social mores have changed & accepted a behavior, its only a matter of time, and dare I say a right, that other behaviors follow.

This is not to say there are no "illegal" homosexual activities. There are. Just as there are with hetrosexuality. And it does not mean that all hebophilia or pedosexuality would be "legal" either. It wouldn't be. But in a day in age where teens and even younger are educated about, and experiementing with sexuality, and in many cases know more about it then many adults, it's hard to believe that society won't evolve as it did with its views toward homosexuality, S&M, and other one time so-called aberrant behaviors.

I've posted this thread in a way that many people are seemingly unwilling, or likely unable to do when discussing this subject; in an unemotional fact-based way, with a view upon history and societal evolution. You may agree with much of this post or you may disagree, BUT be warned, if you post over emotional, out of control, and simply idiotic responses like, "KILL PEDOS!", or "I WANNA FUCK YOUR KID!", you will be considered by everyone else who reads and posts on this thread to be the intellectually inferior moron that you are, and simply laughed at.

(Mods: The posted picture is of a totally legal, over 18 actress by the name of Kristine DeBell, as posted for Playboy magazine. Please do not delete. Thank you.)

CONFESSION:

A long time ago, but not too long that I can’t remember it, I had an affair with one of my step-mothers. I don’t know which number she was, as my father never told us about some of his wives, but I do believe she had been wife number four and number seven at different times.

She had waited for the right moment to begin in earnest. There wasn’t much but “accidentally” left open doors and some “oops” nudity during the first marriage. Enough to make me curious but not enough to be inviting to trying something.

During the second marriage is when things went full blown. By this time my father was not able to have sex at all because of medication he was taking that left him impotent. When he was away she’d play and play often. It wasn’t odd that she’d have a couple male (and some female) friends over for the weekend, all of them holed up in her room, while the stench and sounds of sex came from within.

The years between marriages hadn’t been the best to her. She was never quite hot to begin with but she had some looks. During the first marriage she was skinny with small tits and what could be considered a bigger ass for her frame. When the second marriage came around she had been doing drugs and living hard for awhile and had acquired a bit of a paunch. Her ass didn’t look as good with the paunch, and her small tits were not nearly as firm as they had been before. Like I said, not quite hot but had some looks that she’d let go a bit due to drugs and hard living. Still enough to get my young hormones going though and if you hadn’t seen her from before there wouldn’t have been enough of a difference for anyone to care.

My father was out traveling the country as part of his job for weeks on end. It ended up with just her and I in the house most of the time and she kept up with the “accidental” door openings, more overt teasing than before (she loved parading around the house in nothing but a towel that just barely covered her). I fully admit to standing at a vantage point to see through the door while her and her friends were inside, jerking off to her getting fucked. I was still at the point where I wasn’t sure if she knew or not; sometimes I was sure she knew but other times I doubted it. She never really let on either way until after we started fucking.

I’m also pretty sure she had spied on me when I was jerking off in my bedroom alone. I’d hear a floor creak or a rush of air would jiggle the door (we had really shitty doors) just enough to know someone had been outside of it a moment before. I know she had watched some of my first ever blowjob.

She had a liberal view of friends coming over, which meant that I could have girls come over to spend the night just as much as guys. I’d fooled around some with girlfriends but never really closed a deal on anything until a girl I knew came over to spend the night. Her and I weren’t a couple and were barely friends at the time but it was one of those “we know this is going somewhere, we just don’t know where…” type relationships. Early the next morning, after a smoke or two, the girl and I got to talking and I negotiated a blowjob from her. I sat on the bed, she pulled my cock out, and sucked it like a pro. As this girl was sucking me off I saw something out of the corner of my eye, in the window, a shadow or something, that moved. I looked over and saw something dart down. I caught just enough of the black hair to recognize that it was my step-mother’s head that had gone out of sight. I told the girl that I wanted to change position. I stripped naked, we changed position, and she went back to sucking my cock. I played with her tits and looked out the corner of my eye at the window. I had positioned us so that if my step-mother were to look again she’d get a perfect view of everything; my cock, the girl sucking it, the girl’s tits… everything. After a minute or two more the girl was set to make me cum and I got a bit loud. I saw that movement at the window again and did a quick glance; it was definitely my step-mother and she was watching the climax. I came in the girl’s mouth, at the girl’s insistence, and made sure she got every drop. I stood up and the head disappeared from view again.

Nothing was said until later that night when after dinner, while my step-mother and I were sitting on the couch in the den, she asked if I had gotten any from the girl. Even though I knew she knew I still had that bit of doubt that crept in, just like when I was outside her door jerking off, and I told her that I had gotten a blowjob but not revealing that I knew she had watched.

This was another thing she was liberal about: sex talk. She’d ask questions as if she were doing a paper for some sex studies class but without being clinical about it. She’d go downright raunchy when she wanted. She asked if it was my first blowjob, how it felt, did I cum in her mouth or on her tits or on her face, did I fuck her, did she rim me or finger fuck my ass… just about anything one could ask.

So I told her about it. Told her it was my first, it felt great, came in the girl’s mouth and how I was bummed she had to leave instead of being able to stay and get/do more. As I told her all of this I was getting hard again, thinking about the blowjob, and the fact that my step-mother was in that damned towel wasn’t helping matters. I didn’t realize at first but she was getting closer to me on the couch as I was telling her. Around the time I got to the part about being bummed that I wasn’t going to get anymore for awhile she was almost on top of me, which is when I noticed. I noticed that she was so close to me that I could feel her tits, small as they were, brushing against my arm. I swear I could feel heat from her pussy emanating onto my thigh. I looked over at her and saw that that damned towel was undone just enough so that I could see down it at her tits. The hard-on that I had got harder, which surprised me, and I knew there was no hiding it as the bulge on the front of my pants was just too noticeable.

As I stared at her tits, finally silent, I felt her hand move onto my bulge. She was alternating between light and hard strokes over it, driving me crazy. She caught my attention and I looked up at her face. She confessed that she had watched through the window and it turned her on to see me getting my first blowjob. While she confessed this she undid my pants and put her hand into my underwear, stroking and squeezing my cock. I sat there staring at her face, relief and shock vying for control of my mind as at least one secret was out in the open.

She then pulled my pants and underwear down and off, straddled me, and played with my cock, jerking it. She told me that she knew I’d been jerking off outside her bedroom door, that it turned her on to know I was watching her get fucked. As she told me this she moved the head of my cock to rub the outside of her pussy. She moved in and kissed me, full on tongue. When she pulled back she discarded that damned towel then whispered into my ear, “You don’t have to wait too long have some more…”

The last word had barely enough time to linger in my ear as she grabbed my cock and put it inside of her. She used her hands to push me back onto the couch, kissing me as she took the rest of me inside of her. She was riding hard but slow, deliberate strokes, showing me a good time while also getting herself off. After the initial shock of what was happening wore off I got into it and kissed back with the same passion she showed. As she was getting closer to climax she started riding faster and harder, letting out moans. I could feel my own climax building and told her so. She told me to cum inside of her and as I did she grasped me tight, shivering. As I emptied the last of what I had she fell into me and panted, shivering more. I asked if she was alright and she responded yes, but that I wasn’t done. She “may have cum once but once isn't enough”.

We lay there on the couch for a bit, had a smoke, then she took me to her bedroom. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs and told me to eat her. I was apprehensive, as I had never done so, but knowing that she’d guide me. I kneeled down and started licking her. She tasted quite good and I didn’t even care that I could taste myself and my cum in her. All mixed together it tasted great. I took her directions as I ate my first creampie and soon enough she was cumming. She made me go one more time, this time adding in eating her ass, and she came once more all while directing me to how she liked it.

When I stood up I was hard again. She pushed me onto my back on the bed and started sucking my cock. After a minute or two she stopped and asked if she was better than the girl from before. I told her it was no contest. She retorted, “You should bring that girl back and I’ll teach her how to really suck a cock” before returning to doing so herself. I was getting close to cumming again when she stopped.

After wiping her face off she came up, kissed me again, and said it was time for me to fuck her right. She moved onto all fours and told me to fuck her from behind. I moved up behind her, trying to get my cock in, when she reached behind and guided me. Her pussy felt like an even better heaven from this angle and I started pounding away as soon as I got a groove going.

A couple minutes later I was cumming inside of her again, deeper this time. When I had finished I popped right down to eat her again. It had tasted so good mixed together before I wanted more. I had better access to her pussy and ass this time with a far grander idea of what she liked and ate her like she enjoyed. She came once more and we took a bit of a long break.

After resting, making small talk and having a few smokes she said me she was going to be direct with me. She told me she had wanted to fuck me for a long time but held off until I had done something with someone else first. She said she was trying to wait until I lost my virginity but couldn’t and settled for the blowjob I had gotten. She had hoped that I’d take advantage of the two of us being home alone all the time, what with my jerking off to her getting fucked, but got frustrated that I never worked up the nerve to do something.

Then she gave me a choice; we could make this a one time thing and be done with it or we could continue. She told me that if we continued she’d make sure I’d experience things most people would spend their lives regretting not doing or trying to attain. She countered that it might be best if I did seek those things out myself in my own time. She admitted that she wanted to keep fucking and to show me the wide world of sex.

I didn’t hesitate to tell her that I’d love to keep fucking her and I’d be more than willing to do whatever she had in mind.

Over the next four years, the length of time that her marriage to my father lasted from that point on, we fucked almost daily. She was or had introduced me to my first everything. She was my first anal, my first facial, my first fisting, my first golden showers and my first pegging. She introduced me to cocksucking and getting fucked by men.

That girl that had given me my first blowjob? She was part of my first threesome with the step-mother, after a little liquor to loosen her up to the idea of fucking my step-mother as well as myself. The step-mother taught her how to eat pussy just like she had taught me. She showed the girl how great getting her pussy ate was. She also taught her how to give a superior blowjob, just like she had said she would.

Threesomes, foursomes, and more. Just about everything under the sun she was a part of the first of.

And the seconds, and the thirds, and the fourths, and…