Friday Night….

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

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

Ignoring me completely, he continues,

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

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

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

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

And there it is…..

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

Regardless…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking of which…

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

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

Case in point-

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

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

Till next time..

It was a Friday evening in late March 2019. My wife was halfway through her two-week overseas trip to visit her brother, and I had the house to myself (except for my cat). Earlier that week I’d texted Jamie to see if she was up for a visit to one of our local XXX theaters, a possibility we’d tossed back and forth since earlier in the year. She and I met the previous October, when a buddy of mine had arranged a gang bang as part of our group’s ongoing activities. Using Craigslist personals, our cadre of six to eight guys, aged 50-plus, had fucked close to a dozen women over the previous year. With that platform’s demise, activity was down considerably, but we’d had one great last party, with Jamie as the target. She’s in her mid-30s, a petite 5’1” and just slightly more than 120 pounds, a natural brunette with dyed-blonde streaks, a shaved pussy, and 34B tits. On that October 2018 Sunday afternoon, five of us guys (ranging in age from 53 to 67) worked her over for the better part of three hours. Every hole was violated multiple times, she had semen leaking out of both lower orifices (not to mention the multiple shots she’d taken down her throat), and her orgasms had easily surpassed the two-dozen mark. Driving her home later that day from the hotel room where we’d done our dirty work, Jamie insisted she’d had the time of her life.

Five months later, I contacted her to ask if she wanted to accept the offer I’d made on that drive home. Jamie returned my text midday Thursday, and I agreed to pick her up the following evening for a night of as much semi-public debauchery as she could handle. It turned out she’d just been released from jail that day, having served five days in the county lockup for failing to appear at a DUI hearing. Subsequently bailed out by a friend, she announced how horny she felt, clearly ready for some action.

She popped into my car wearing a black mesh see-through top (no bra), covered by a light zip-up jacket, plus a black micro-mini skirt (barely covering her ass) and ankle boots with four-inch heels. I asked what she was wearing underneath the skirt, and in reply she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her thighs. “Black crotchless panties. You like them?” she asked. Her pussy was silky smooth and already wet.

We drove over to Circus Cinemas, the XXX movie house in North Denver. The downstairs area is an adult store, featuring tons of videos for sale plus every possible type of sex toy you can imagine. Upstairs there are three theaters, each showing hardcore fuck films. One is devoted exclusively to gay porn, while the other two show a constantly rotating mix of professionally shot hetero porn drawn from studios like Brazzers, Vixen Video, etc. A few years ago, the owners had installed new fold-down stadium-type seats with armrests in between each. The theaters have seven or eight rows of five seats each, but the place rarely has more than 12-18 patrons at any one time.

I paid our $12 entry fee and we headed up the stairs. This place has CCTV with monitors in each theater, so it’s possible for customers to see who’s coming in and whether they’re heading for one of the movie theaters. Women don’t come here often, so the appearance of a female always draws considerable attention. Couples seem to fit into one of three stereotypical roles. Most are there for stimulation, so they come in, watch the screen for 20 or 30 minutes (some sit stoically while others might engage in some light petting), and then split, presumably to return home to fuck while the juices are still flowing. A smaller number are there to show off, gladly allowing those around them to watch-and-jerk while they engage in oral sex. We usually see the girl go down on the guy, suck him dry after a short spell, and then they leave.
The third group, by far the rarest, is where the woman is there to engage with random customers. This almost always involves her performing blow jobs on assorted guys, while her companion either (a) simply watches, (b) finger-fucks her at the same time, (c) either goes first or patiently awaits his turn, or (d) joins in. In all the times I’ve gone to CC, I’ve never seen any full-on intercourse – well, except for that one time a truck-driver type fucked a cross-dresser in his ass.

Jamie was clearly ready for us to be part of that third group. We slipped into Theater One, where she promptly led me down to the front row. Most of the action takes place in the darkened recesses of the back row, but it’s a cramped space. Jamie clearly preferred the front, where there were no obstacles for anyone to approach her. It was 7:30 on a Friday, but the place was pretty empty. I counted five guys in both theaters, and none of them seemed ready to hit on Jamie. She slipped her hand into my sweats –I’d worn sweatpants commando-style, anticipating the action to follow – while I reached over and started to play with her pussy. After about 15 minutes of this, and with no one coming forward she said, “Let’s get out of here and head over to Pleasures.” On our way out, she talked me into buying her a pint-sized vibrator from the bargain bin, which would come into play much later that evening.

West Colfax in Denver is an old Jewish neighborhood that is now mostly Hispanic. A fixture at King & Colfax is the old Act I & Act II porn house, which was bought out a few years ago by the folks who operate multiple Pleasures adult stores around town. They remodeled the place, which mostly involved splitting the two big theaters into five mini-ones, and thankfully solved the problem of the place always smelling like piss. It’s a pricier entry fee ($24 for a couple), and they’re adamant about two things, both of which were told to us several times while I waited for the cashier to hand over my change. No unaccompanied women – ever – and couples are required to stay together the whole time.

We walked through the entry door into a dark corridor lined with viewing booths. Another aspect of this place is the melding of an old-time porn theater with modern booths, each with its own video screen and hundreds of XXX movie options. Your ticket price includes unlimited viewing over a six-hour period, although I’ve never seen anyone’s ticket checked to see if they’re overstayed their welcome. There must be 40-50 booths in all; some have doors that lock on the inside, but most are fairly open. The hallways wind around in a way that you almost wish you’d brought some breadcrumbs to scatter so you can find your way out again. This place was far better attended, and Jamie certainly attracted a lot of attention as we worked our way toward the east side of the building and its multiple mini-theaters.

Each theater shows a different porn genre, and it’s marked on the doors so you know what to expect. Only one runs pure hetero porn, though, and that’s where we were headed. It’s the theater farthest from the entrance, with two rows of five padded theater seats WELL PAST their sell-by dates, plus fairly spacious aisles all around the block of seats. Jamie again led me to the front row, but this time we had plenty of company. The first guy, around Jamie’s age, wasted no time in unzipping his jeans and pulling out his semi-hard dick. She tugged on his trouser leg to urge him closer and immediately sucked him all the way into her mouth. Then she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the base of his shaft while working her lips around the cock-head, meanwhile reaching over to me with her left hand and grabbing my wrist. She pushed my hand in between her spread-apart thighs, and I responded by shoving two fingers into her pussy and pressing my thumb against her clit.

This first guy lasted maybe three minutes and pulled out just as he was coming. Some of his semen landed on her outstretched tongue, but most got deposited on her chin. Before she had a chance to wipe it away, however, a much older guy (mid-50s?) jumped in front of her with his pants already down around his ankles. She went to work on him immediately. Meanwhile, I climbed down off my seat and knelt as close to her front as possible. Once she realized what I had in mind, she twisted toward me while pushing her companion over to the other side. This gave me much clearer access to her pussy, and I took full advantage. I did everything to her that she liked, with two fingers deep and up against her g-spot, my tongue flicking her clit and occasionally sucking on it hard between my lips, and pulling out my fingers to replace it with a rigid tongue. She loves to have her asshole worked as well, but with the narrow confines of the seating and the fact she was sucking off a guy who partially blocked my full access to her crotch, that was one maneuver that would need to wait until later.

Old Guy neatly shot his wad down her throat and got replaced right away by some hefty Hispanic dude. I kept eating and fingering her pussy, and she rode up against my face through three or four orgasms plus a total of four blow jobs to completion. My knees were getting sore, so I stood up just as Guy No. 4 (a chubby white guy in his 20s) blasted her face. At that Jamie was ready for a break, so I helped her up and scraped most of the jizz off her chin before feeding it to her. The crowd of guys, which had grown to about 15 from the time we’d started, let out a collective “Ooh.” She called out to the group, “Don’t go too far, boys. I’ll be back shortly.”

We found our way through the maze to one of the bathrooms, and I locked the door behind us as she sat down to take a pee. “Did you bring any condoms?” she asked. I admitted to be holding half a dozen, so she smiled and said, “Oh, good. Let’s go back and see who wants to fuck.” As we walked into the mini-theater to return to our seats, Jamie stopped short and confronted the same old guy who’d been her second oral customer. “You’re still here,” she stated rather than asked. “You got enough left to give me a good fuck?” He appeared speechless and could only nod, so she grabbed hold of his shirtfront and half-dragged him behind her as she made her way to the front row again. “Give him a rubber,” she instructed me, so I did and then went to lean against the side wall to watch what came next.

Jamie reversed herself and knelt on the sagging theater seat, halfway leaning over the back while spreading her legs. Old Guy dropped his drawers to display a reasonably erect dick, tore open the condom wrapper and expertly slipped it on. He leaned up against Jamie, trying to find the proper height to allow him entry. Meanwhile she reached down between her legs and helped guide him into her pussy. There was a bit of confusion and halfhearted thrusts as they tried to work out between them who was going to do what. But they eventually fell into a satisfactory rhythm, and Old Guy gave her everything he had. The room was quiet except for the XXX video playing up on the big screen, so it was possible to hear clearly the guys grunts as he thrust forward, the slap of his thighs on her ass, and the moans coming from her mouth as she rubbed her clit while getting fucked.

At this point the room was pretty full of guys. Most of them had their dicks out and were stroking them. Off in one corner I noticed, for the first time, two fairly hefty cross-dressers who were clearly T-gurls, complete with breasts on display by their low-cut outfits. The smaller one was on his knees, sucking some skinny guy’s cock. Meanwhile the larger one – at least 6-4, 275 – pushed away a couple of guys who were standing in the row behind Jamie. I later learned s/he went by the name of Brittany, since as we were leaving an hour or so later, Jamie made a point of collecting a phone number. Anyway, Brittany stood right in front of Jamie as she was getting fucked, waited a beat or two to size up the situation, and then moved those feminine garments aside to reveal a massively thick cock. Without saying a word or waiting for Jamie’s reaction, s/he pulled Jamie’s head forward with one hand while guiding that dick between her lips with the other. The sight of her choking on that monster may have been too much for Old Guy, because he quickly finished up inside her and withdrew.

Jamie forced her way off that cock and asked Brittany to fuck her. S/he grunted by way of reply and went to the front of the room. I offered up a condom as s/he passed by, only to be told in a high, lispy voice, “No thanks, I’ve got my own.” Brittany ripped open a Magnum, worked the latex over the massive cock-head and down the impressively thick shaft, and took Jamie fairly brutally. S/he grabbed Jamie’s buttocks and lifted her up off into the air, which was the only way Brittany could achieve full penetration without kneeling on the floor; that’s how much of a height difference there was between them. This repositioning forced Jamie’s head down to the bottom of the seat, her face plastered against the faux-velvet-covered seat back. Brittany pounded her mercilessly for at least 40 or 50 strokes before letting out a most unladylike bellow and freezing in place while “her” cock pulsed inside Jamie’s pussy. After withdrawing, Brittany spun Jamie around and stuck that jizz-covered dick into her mouth. Jamie calmly licked it clean and then tilted her head back so she could drain the cum from the used condom she’d grabbed out of Brittany’s hand and suspended up above her face. Those still assembled (literally) gave her a standing ovation.

As all good actors know when it’s time to leave the stage, Jamie decided the conclusion of her encounter with Brittany was the perfect exit line. She stood up, somewhat shakily it seemed, pointed to the jacket she’d shed so that I knew to grab it, and then took my hand as we made our way out of the theater. Knowing I hadn’t gotten much of Jamie’s attention so far, although I’d enjoyed the show immensely and was proud to have used my oral skills to make her cum multiple times, as we headed toward my car she said, “Let’s go back to your place and try out some of those toys you told me about. I can’t wait to run my new vibrator over my clit, and my ass needs some serious Zac-attention.” But the rest of the evening’s activities will have to wait for another time to be told.

eternal damnation of the twisted mind; ok guys heres my confession, for as long as i can remember iv always wanted to feel normal, but i never have, no im not a gender bender or closet gay, but in my own diagnosis from endless research, i am a monster, the kind of things nightmares are made out of,and no i wasnt abused as a child, or have a domineering mother, i have no disability and i wasnt bullied at school, i wish and wish and pray to high heaven that my demons would subside, that i could be happy with a house a wife and kids, but that doesnt interest me at all , the thought of that makes me suicidal.the thought of working everyday for the rest of my life, abiding the law, laying down and taking crap, living by other peoples rules of right and wrong makes me physically sick. reason for my diagnosis...i dont think like normal people, i dont get disgusted at the horrific, studies on sphycotic serial killers reveal their inner windings, and i am 85 percent identical, it doesnt stop there, as long as i can remmeber iv been attracted to underage girls, not just pre-legal, pre puberty, i have sick, degrading and often voilent thoughts, the range of my fantasies goes from everything, from kids to beast to rape to degration even murder, yes thats right murder and i dont mean thinking bout it when i get pissed off i mean actually fantasising,rush of pleasure when thinking of choking someone, actually picturing a knife severing skin,planning down to a t the perfect murder and selected victims etc etc, the list could go on, i have planned my whole life, from the time i became aware of my condition i have portrayed a perfect "innocent" image of myself to others, minus a few rookie mistakes,everyday, for years and years. purely on the intention of if i ever act on my volcanic urges, that no one would suspect little old me, (you have to admit thats dedication to your art).now the awkward part...the 15 percent of me that craves normality. i have not yet acted on these impulses,the amount of times iv been ready to go on a spree that would garauntee to shock the world, i would litterally pray that i had a non-curable illness (see movie-saw)to then have an excuse to do what i want, the only thing that has stopped me from doing any of these things, my family, i couldnt bare them live with the shame of my name over their heads, my mother who is damn near a saint, my three lovely sisters, and my hard working father,it is because of them my enemies are safe to sleep at night, and the people of this world dont shudder at my name. god forbid if anything ever happens to them and i lose them, or they dissown me for whatever reason, then youll all know my name and this post will be the marking of my literary warped confession. being only 21 myself, there is plenty of time for this jekyl and hyde side of me to cease battling eeach other and show the world what were made of. untill then my friends, i leave you with one thought, is it better to die knowing you did everything u want but with a bad name, or to live a long life, and die an old unhappy man, filled with regrets, a wasted life. au revior

I confess I have no care for human life. If people live or die means nothing to me. I have lost my connection to what would be considered humanity. I wonder how much further down this dark road I will wander.

Before anyone here judges me like you have a moral high horse, realize most of you are hear to read about the terrible things you all do to other people. I at least admit to the monster I am becoming. Everyone who reads the stories on this board either do it from some interest, or to feel better about thier own transgressions. I do not try to say I am better or worse then anyone here, I at least have the clear conscience of being truthful.

Bi guy 49 here. Oh yeah and a bear to boot. This happened some years ago and back then I was a slut, and I will gladly admit that. Having said that, I was the bottom and I like it that way. 
Although I was not on Grindr, i was on a similar site.
I had for some time been looking for a guy to fistfuck me. Obviously he couldn't have hands that was too big. I mean, I did want to be able to walk properly after that, so I passed on a few guys. But I never let them leave without a blowjob. I mean, so sue me for loving to suck cock and from what I have been told, I was pretty good.

Then about a month goes by without a prospective lover looking for someone to fistfuck. Out of the blue, I get a message from a guy in Oslo, who wanted that ans so much more. He felt that his boyfriend running around was ruining their relationship. So, I said sure, come on over. I gave him my adress and on the dot the next day, he came. He had driven for over 2 hours to meet me.
We had agreed that I would meet him naked.
I was fine with that. Not the first time.
Although I was shocked to find that he was someone I already knew, I still let him in.
He was also stunned when he realised who I was.

I asked him, if he was uncomfortable with me, he said no. I told him that I would do whatever he wanted me to do, except scat and wet.  Even though we had been friends in college, we never knew about our kinky selves.
We were both pretty straight in college.
Anyway, I told him to strip and be naked with me.
He acquiesced and stripped. I could tell that he had showered just shortly before he came to me.

I like that in a partner. I gingerly leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and he turned his head quickly, so I ended up kissing him on the lips.
Apparently that was all it took.  He just looked at me and just asked if I was willing to be fucked by him. I said yes, obviously and then we went to the bedroom.
We laid down and he started to kiss me and I loved it.
He started to kiss my lips and then my nipples. He then took my cock and started to jack me off before he went down on me and as I came, he sucked me dry before he licked my cock dry. Don't get me wrong, I love getting my dick sucked. 

After he did that, he told me that he did it because he wanted to fuck my brains out, as well as fistfuck me.
By now, I was just in a daze. He could have called in a football team to fuck me bareback and I would have done it, no questions asked.
He was liberal with the lube, thank goodness. It turned out that he had a sleeping monster between his legs. And when it woke, I was in for the fuck of a lifetime. 
He let it gently slide into my butthole and away he went. 
First slowly, then like a jackhammer.
My ass was seriously pounded. And when he finally came, I got a warm feeling. He was into some seriously weird things, as he pulled out and started to rim me.
He was licking my ass clean. 
After he was done lickiing me, he took a piece of bubble gum and kissed me.
Was I any good,  I asked him. He said that he had secretly wanted to nail my ass in college. So yes, I was apparently everything he wanted. 

Bare in mind that I was still sort of recovering after that jackhammer pounding. 
I told him to fistfuck me if he wanted to.
Again he lubed up and carefully started.
The first two fingers went in easy, as did three and four and eventually all five. Then he got all of his hand inside me. I was getting high from this, seriously.
He started and after a while my ass was literally numb and I loved it.

Somehow he was able to activate his phone. And as he was fistfucking me, he called a friend and he had apparently been in the car with him. He had apparently been waiting this whole time while we were busy. 
He came into the bedroom naked and while my friend was fistfucking me, he asked me casually if I wanted to suck cock and I just nodded. I had a fist up my ass and a cock in my mouth. He even deep throated me to the point of me almost choking but I was so high, for lack of a better word, that I was fine with it, as bizarre as that might sound.
He ejaculated and I swallowed everything. Afterwards he bent down and kissed me.
My friend changed out his fist with his dick and I was like a junkie getting his fix.

I ended up being fucked to the point of exhaustion. They left a little over a hundred pounds on my nightstand before they left, with a note asking for a repeat in the future. They also included a phone number for me to call, when I was ready.

I am more than well aware of how this all sounds, but it's true.

I am a 36 year old perv....I have been with my girlfriend for going on 4 years.....she is ten years younger than me.....and incredibly hot and and nasty....she is a true nympho and admits that she started having sexual thoughts as young as 12 from what i know of her sexual history ....she lost her virginity at 13 to one of her brothers friends that was 19 years old...here's the actual thing that that gets me so horny....not only was he older but had a 9 inch cock and could fuck for a good 20 minutes before cumming....she is blonde with b cup tiitties that have perfect pink nipples and a fairly big firm ass and pussy that to this day is nothing but a bald slit....so fast forward ...she tells me that it always made here feel important when the older guys would want her and she had a reputation as a little slut by 14...so out of 6 partners in high school 5 had big cocks...one being her friends dad who was a drug user that turned her on to sex and partying...he would take her to sleazy motels give her what he called the horny powder...she met her husband at 18 and serviced his 15 year her senior cock for 6 years with no other dick and he had a average size cock and never fucked her for longer than a few minutes....she told me that she would shower after and play with her cunt thinkng about various past fucks, neighbors or anyone she knew that had a big dick or was rumored to be a great fuck....at 6 years married they were living with her sis and her man....when the cheating started...she would notice her sisters bf checking her out,,,,and her sis told her about his monster dick....she even heard her sis getting pounded and played with her pussy wishing they would ask her to join.....so she finally gave in to her lust and put on a pair or see thru white pantes and bra and whle he was watching tv just walked out and sat down next to him and blurted out ...

put on a porno

A week after attending the party, Cheryl said that Steven told her they had pictures of us naked and video of me. He began dropping by our apartment, sometimes unexpectedly. Inevitably, they would end up in her bedroom. Cheryl was nearing completion of her supervisory training and did what she could to maintain good relations with him. One such night the subject of those pictures and videos arose. I questioned him about what they were doing with them; and, he told me that I would have to ask his friend Kevin. He showed me a couple of my pics on his cell, that confirmed what Cheryl had told me, and said that Kevin wanted to see me again. I said that I had no interest in seeing him; and, Steven said that he strongly recommended that I do. He said that he gave Kevin my cell number.

A few days later, Kevin called and asked me to dinner. I said that I wanted to talk about the pics; and, he said we could talk about them at dinner two days later. I know I shouldn't have gone; but, dumb ole me! When he picked me up that night, he was driving a Mercedes SUV and took me to a very nice downtown restaurant on the river front. We ordered a bottle of wine and drank half of it before our entrees were served. We both ordered seafood, which was excellent. He was very entertaining and funny and told me about his background. He was about 6'2" and one of the blackest black men I have seen. He said that he was from Nigeria, where his father was a tribal chief. He was the youngest of seven children and, like his five older brothers, he was sent to America for a college education. After graduation, he started a couple of businesses and was a partner in two more with men I had met at the party. I asked about the businesses and he would only explain that they were related to nutrician and wellness. Eventually, I asked about the pics. He said that we couldn't discuss that at the restaurant but would talk afterwards.

After leaving the restaurant, he took me to his apartment in a high-rise building along the Detroit river. It was decorated in an African style motif with heads of animals on the walls and animal skins draped over the couch and on the wall. His family crest was on the wall with crossed spears. He went to the kitchen and returned with two drinks. He said that it was a celebratory drink from his homeland that was used to honor special occasions. He was giving it to me because "I was most beautiful". It tasted slightly bitter but not unpleasant. It was very relaxing and I my vagina started to itch. I asked again about the pics and this time he showed me a few on his phone, then projected some video on his tv screen. The vids showed me having passionate sex with four men including himself. It also appeared that it was consensual. He said that the vids were his treasures and would keep them private if I became his friend.

As I watched, he moved close to me on the couch and began caressing my arm and leg. My itching became more intense; and, I could feel my pussy lubricating and my nipples hardening. My brain was in a fog as he kissed me with thick lips and slid his tongue between my parted lips. His hand went under my skirt and fingers worked my pussy through my panties. He whispered compliments and sexual comments in my ear. He pulled my sweater over my head and my tits out of my bra and began sucking on them with his thick lips. He unzipped my skirt and pushed his hand under the waistband of my panties and his thick fingers into my wet pussy. It felt soo good but didn't relieve the itching. He encouraged me to free his cock from his pants and feel its warmth and strength. I felt very warm and aroused and needed little encouragement. After I had that big black cock in my hand and I pumped it a few times, he pulled my face close and rubbed his cock along my cheeks and lips. I licked it from top to bottom as he guided my face from his cock to his big black nuts. I licked them also before capturing his cock in my mouth. His cock was more than 10" long with a protruding vein that snaked along it. I sucked as much of that monster as I could get in my mouth. He told me to swallow as he tried to push it into my throat. No luck there, I wasn't ready yet. He finished taking my clothes off and led me to his bedroom. Like the living room, his bed had an animal skin for a comforter. It was wildly exotic.

Once on his bed, he licked and sucked on my pussy until I exploded. My orgasm was probably the strongest that I had ever experienced. I was literally seeing stars. Then he licked the cum from my legs and pussy and hovered over me while he guided his cock into me. He went slowly giving me time to adjust to his girth until he had stuffed me with every inch. Then he began long slow strokes. Each time, it felt like a bolt of electricity taking me from empty to stuffed to empty again, only empty craved to be stuffed again. When my hips began reaching for him, he changed to pulling out slowly then slamming back into me. That quickly drove me to my second orgasm. Then, he gave me his cock to lick clean. Next, he pulled me on top of him. He squeezed my tits and pulled on my nipples while I rode his cock to another orgasm. He still had not cum. He put me in the doggie position with my ass up and my head down and squirted a generous amount of lube in my ass. Then positioned his cock at its entrance and pressed his knobby head into me. He could get only half inside me and tried different angles to get deeper. The lube helped a lot and he kept trying until he was balls deep. Initially, I felt a lot of pressure and some pain but the drink also relaxed my muscles and the pain lessened as he found the right angle and went deeper. Once inside, I fucked him with my ass with short slow strokes until we both had another orgasm.

While driving me home, he thanked me for being his friend and told me not to worry about the pictures.

Some people have been writing stories on here, so I’m going to try my hand at it. A lot of it's true, some of it's a bit exaggerated for dramatic flair - but for the most part, it's true.

I couldn't help but notice how nice and obedient Amy was. She always followed the status quo, scribbling down notes that the professor would post on the projector. I never understood why she just didn’t take pictures of the notes the professor had on the projector. I often found myself close to her during class, smelling her unique scent. It was really hard to speak to her, but I knew she wouldn't want anything to do with someone like me. Amy was beautiful and alluring, way out of my league.

I couldn't take my eyes off her long brown hair, which cascaded down to the middle of her back. Her body was flawless, seeming as if it had been designed by the gods themselves. She had large breasts that begged to be touched and a slim waist that could make every man envy her. When she walked, her ass moved so gracefully that it was impossible not to be captivated by it. Each graceful step she took shook and swayed her perfect ass, and I found myself lost in her mesmerizing movements. I wanted her in every way sexually imaginable.

A few other girls she would sit and chat with before heading to another class made up the majority of her buddies on campus. I had the uneasy feeling that I was a stalker because I was always keeping a safe distance while watching her ass jiggle and breasts jump with each vigorous step she took. Amy was vivacious and often always smiling and pleasant. I knew she didn't have a boyfriend.

In the college library, I was alone and reading a book when I happened to glance up and notice Amy and a few of her friends passing by. I didn't stop staring at her until she disappeared from view. To see more of her, I really wanted to get up and follow her. I suppose I was allowing my crush on her to rule me in a way that I needed to control. My obsession with this woman was physically affecting my mental health, so I had to stop. I shook my head, sighed, and then picked up my book once more.
“You're a fucking creep, dude,” It was one of Amy's buddies when I looked up. My mouth was open, and I stumbled a little.
“Wh-what?” I mumbled.
“She finds it weird that you are constantly watching her. Quit objectifying her, you sick fucking prick.”
My heart plummeted to the bottom of my chest as the woman became more obnoxious.
"I-I didn't mean to, but I'm shy and hesitant to approach her.
“Tell her I'm sorry and that it won't happen again. I didn't mean to seem creepy."
I avoided making eye contact with my accuser by casting my gaze to the ground.
She remained still for a moment, and I overheard what sounded like a "huff" of a sigh.
“Hey, maybe you didn't mean to come off as a creep, it's evident you get nervous around ladies... maybe just attempt to say hi to her rather than staring at her from across the room?”
She appeared to settle down and even feel sorry for me. I simply nodded in agreement without looking up.
"Yes, I have problems with social anxiety. I mean, I feel a certain attraction to her, but I just can't approach her or anyone else and tell them, you know? I'm not confident enough.”
“What’s your name?” I looked up and made eye contact with her as she inquired.
I could hardly get out, "Mike."
She walked over to where Amy and her friends were sitting, motioning to Amy, who looked me in the eyes from across the room and she walked over to me.
My anxiety was out of control; I wanted to get up, flee the library, and hide in a dark corner. I became immobile.
"This is Mike, he has social anxiety, he comes off like a creep because he is shy and can't talk to the opposite sex without becoming anxious," her friend said as she walked over to me. "My psych classes are definitely paying off," she chuckled.
"Hello, Mike," Amy said sweetly. I'm sorry my friend yelled at you like that; I was just scared because you've been staring at me for a while now, and I've noticed."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I just...well, I'm just..." I looked down.
"You're shy," Amy observed.
"Um yes," I whispered barely audible, as I looked up and melted into her beautiful eyes.
Amy took a seat to my right in an empty chair. "You got this tiger," her friend said as she patted her on the shoulder and walked away.
My heart began to race as Amy began to speak, "So you're not some psychotic crazed maniac, are you?"
"No, I just need to warm up, get to know you," I said, smiling.
We had a long conversation in which she asked me where I was from, where I lived, and what my hobbies were, and I asked her the same questions.
She was staying less than a mile away from my flat. She was a 20-year-old undergrad studying sociology with aspirations of becoming a social worker or possibly a teacher. I informed her that my major was computer science with a minor in psychology, but that I was considering making psychology my major because the computer science business was so competitive.
We talked for what seemed like hours, and I was truly warming up and emerging from my shell.
"May I take you out for a cup of coffee?" Perhaps a little too loudly, I blurted out.
"I'd like that, Mike," she chuckled, “It's a date."
I met her at a Starbucks not far from my appartment. My shyness surfaced once more when I walked in and saw her sitting at a table, waiting for me. I couldn't help but notice her stunning cleavage as she wore a tight blue "V" neck sweater. She smiled and stood up, hugging me. I felt her perfect breasts pressing into me and was immediately hard, so I sat down quickly.
She sat down, smirked, and asked, "So... "What is your favorite coffee here?"
"I like the caramel late, and cappuccino a lot too," I said, trying to refocus so my dick would go limp.
"I gotcha," she winked. Amy stood up and walked to the counter, where she placed the orders for our coffees. I felt bad because I wanted to pay for her but pitching a tent, I was embarrassed. She returned to our table and took a seat.
"I- was going to pay for it, I'm sorry."
Amy laughed and motioned to my crotch, "you were having other issues."
"Relax, you're ok," she said, gently touching my hand as I blushed.
"So, Mike I’ll be up front, how many girls have you been with?”
“Well, I had a girlfriend in high school, but well, you know those youthful relationships never turn out well at all,” I said, warming up to her again, “and that’s about it. My shyness turns most women off.”
“I think it’s cute,” she said, “now I kinda miss having my own personal stalker.”
I laughed, “I mean I didn’t think I was-“
“I’m joking!” Amy teased.
“I’ll bet a lot of guys ask you out. I’m shocked you don’t have a boyfriend, hell I’m shocked you’re here with me.”
“Well, I’ve been with one guy but it wasn’t serious. I was brought up in a very strict household, very conservative. That not so serious relationship was pretty much just a one-night stand. I think that was just me rebelling against my family, and so I didn’t have to live with being a virgin,” Amy said reflecting back.
She got up and got our coffee, “Here you go, stalker,” she laughed a bit.
“You know, I noticed you watching me from the get-go. I thought you were cute, but then you didn’t approach me, and I got a little nervous.”
“Yeah, unfortunately my shyness gets in the way of talking to people, especially beautiful women,” I told her.
We made small talk for a while and eventually we both decided we needed to get going as it was getting late. I walked her to her car and we exchanged phone numbers. I was afraid to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her, but my body just wouldn’t listen to my brain who was screaming, “KISS HER!”
As we exchanged goodbye hugs, she pulled me close to her. Amy gave my neck a soft kiss, and I turned to give her a kiss in return. She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around me as our passionate tongues entwined. My hands pulled her in by grabbing her soft succulent ass. She was aware of my cock, prodding into her, but I didn't care. After what felt like over ten minutes of kissing, we both were blushing.
“Wow, you can kiss!”, she exclaimed, almost gasping for air. Her skin was flushed, and her chest was very red.
As her hand descended to feel my erect penis through my jeans, she kissed my lips more intensely.
"My Place?" I asked.
Amy nodded, practically pleading with me to fuck her right then and there as she gazed at me with her soul piercing eyes.
We were all over each other in the bedroom after she followed me to my apartment. My tongue battled with her tongue as my hands groped her huge, soft breasts. My jeans were unbuttoned and slid off by her hand. As I passionately bit her lip and squeezed her breasts, she groaned. I undid her bra after removing her top and was astounded by how beautiful her magnificent melons were. Instantaneously, my mouth was sucking and licking her nipple. She groaned even louder as she removed her panties and pants.
She wailed and moaned with passion, "Oh Mike!” My cock was quickly inserted deep into her throat as she started sucking me.
"It's so fucking huge, holy shit," Amy said, licking the tip and then engulfing my cock with her mouth as far as she could, she would suck it deep and then she came up for air. She slightly choked. I wanted to force-fuck her face and grab her hair, but I restrained myself. For our first fuck, I didn't want to be too aggressive.
"I want to taste you," I said, and she stopped sucking and climbed onto the bed, spreading eagle.
I buried my face in her meaty pussy. My tongue worked its way up to her clit after digging deep and licking her sweet juices. She groaningly encircled my head and back with her legs. She was unable to remain still as I licked her with two fingers in her.
She was repeatedly calling my name as her body shuddered, my tongue was dancing on her clit, and my fingers were gently moving back and forth inside her. My cock was still rock hard.
"Fuck me, take me Mike!" She pleaded, and I persisted in licking her pussy.
“FUCK! Please give me that big dick; I can't handle it!”
She stood up and bent over doggy style, and I followed suit by mounting her perfect ass. My cock jutted deep inside her wet pussy as I mounted her from behind, causing her large breasts to sway and jostle.
I was hitting her pussy hard with my cock, thrusting deep with my hips. I pulled her hips back and allowed my cock to drill deeper because I could feel it rubbing against her cervix. When she started screaming as she came hard. My cock lost it, so I pulled back and doused her back in cum, spraying it up her spine from the succulent end of her ass.
Amy kissed my lips as she made a joke about how shy I was, “Ohh I’m sooo shy!”
We both looked at each other and laughed,
“You could have made me your little cum slut, but I'm on birth control, you know. You didn’t need to pull that monster cock out of me."
I was a bit shocked, “You've been hanging out on too many porn websites, Amy,” I chuckled.
"Oh you don't even know. Which kind of pornography do you prefer? Genre?” she asked.
I hesitated and worried that this was a trick question, but I eventually responded, "Lesbian porn. I'd much rather watch a couple of gorgeous women spar than watch a guy's dick and balls flopping around.”
“Same. I eventually want to try being with a woman,” said Amy.
I remained silent because I hated the fact that she had already seemingly ruled out any kind of romantic connection between us.
I remarked, "I mean, I wouldn't mind if I was dating you and you enjoyed yourself with a lady.”
Amy lowered her head to my limp cock and said, "I think we're going to get along just fine," as she began licking the head of my cock.
That's how I came to meet my wife. Come November, we will have been married for 23 years. She's had a lot of women, and occasionally she's shared them with me. Even today, our love is still very strong. She's helped me overcome so much in my life, my shyness, my anxiety - and this is my tribute to her.
Amy - if you ever see this, I love you with all of my heart.

Spun out and horny and shaking my cu re  white ass for black men in a thong. Im ready to have my ass taken by monster black penis while another opens my throat!...  Only when I'm high is when i turn submissive to the thought of being a tag teamed spinner slut getting rag dolled and filled with black nut .... mmmmm... 

My daughter Samantha had come home one night and was quite obviously pissed off about something. She came into the house about 11pm right on time for her curfew. She slammed the door shut and began to go towards her room when I stopped her. Hey Hey what's wrong. Nothing she said. Guys suck! She said. I know that i chuckled but what's wrong.? She said how she was suppose to meet up with her boyfriend Brian, who btw I hated. He didn't show up and stood her up. He went with Cheryl my daughter said. I knew this was the end of Brian which I was glad. Way too many times I witnessed Brian sneaking off to my 15year old daughters room. Oh how I hated that. I hated the thought that he got to sample the goods that I provide for. Yeah I know its sick to think of your daughter that way. But you need to see Sam.

Samantha is OLD and stands 5'2 with long blonde hair and blue eyes She weighs 100lbs. She has a smoking hot young body with 32B breast and a killer ass. Sam is a cheerleader as well as a gymnast in high school. Many times I thought of her ass as I was masturbating during my many nights alone as my wife would go on weekends with her friends. I'm sure much more was going on than just girl talk during those weekend retreats. I told Sam not to worry about it as she was way to pretty to worry about some boy. Another guy will come along I'm sure. Truth was lots of guys wanted a shot at her ass. Even some guys I work with. I heard a few guys talking about her once when she stopped by my work. I knew if given a chance any one of them would jump at fucking her and I didn't blame them.

I kissed her on the forehead and she said she was going to bed. As she turned around I slapped her tight ass and she jumped and laughed and said you perv as she smiled and walked off to her room.

Once Samantha got in her room and shut the door. I quickly went to my office and locked the door. You see my office and Samantha's bedroom were additions we made to the house and I added a walk in closet that had a natural air vent into Samantha's room. Samantha also had her own bathroom that featured a floor to ceiling glass walls. I realized when the addition was built that if I went in the closet and stood on a chair I could look right into samantha's bedroom. I could see her entire bed her desk and computer and into her bathroom on the other side oft he bed and I could see straight into the shower. I couldn't have planned this any better if I tried. Needless to say It wasn't my design but it was my gain. Nice planning by my designers.

I took a chair and placed it inside the closet and stood up on it and looked into my daughters room. Samantha was sitting on her bed and on her cell phone talking to one of her friends. They were talking about something then Samantha said something I couldn't believe. I'm so fucking horny and I wanted to fuck tonight she told the person on the other phone. Now that bitch is getting Brian's cock and I'm not. I was shocked! My daughter was planning on having sex and now she was left high and dry. I guess I'm gonna have to go solo tonight she said. She laughed and said yeah i know. Yeah don't worry just my dad home and he's busy with god knows what. Oh if she only knew. With that Samantha hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom.

I could see completely into the bathroom and I watched as Samantha pulled off her t-shirt and slid off her tight jean shorts. She stood there in her white bra and red bikini panties. I watched as she brushed her teeth and stood looking into the mirror. When she was done brushing her teeth she turned and walked towards the shower and opened the glass door and turned on the water. Sam then stood with her back to me and unhooked her bra and slid off her panties. And stepped into the shower. I jumped off the chair long enough to remove my shorts and get back up and began to jerk my already hard cock.

I watched as she let the water splash her face and run down her body. She lathered her hair with shampoo and I watched the soap run down over her young curves. When she had finished washing her hair she turned to face mea dn I could see her young tits and completely bare pussy. Samantha picked up the soap and began washing her body. As she washed her body I stoked my cock to her. Oh how I wish I was in that shower with her I would have been on my knees licking her bald cunt. I watched as her hands ran over her tits and stomach then down between her legs washing her delicate region. Then she turned around and I watched her rub the soap into the crack of her ass and wash that as well. I couldn't hold back much longer and I shot a load of cum onto the wall. and floor.

I remained on the chair and watched Samantha finish her shower. Then she exited her shower and dried her body off and wrapped the towel around her body and walked towards the bed. When she reached the bed she bent down on the floor and reached under her bed and pulled out a shoe box. I watched as she opened the shoe box and pulled out a black dildo. It was about 8inches long and very thick. She then took out a tube of KY jelly and set them both on the nightstand beside her bed. I couldn't believe my eyes. My little girl had her own sex toy. Samantha walked over and checked the bedroom door and made sure it was locked. No way she wanted dear old dad walking in on this scene. I began masturbating again surprised at how quickly I got hard again. I must have gotten too close to the wall because as I was jerking off I banged my fist into the wall. Samantha jumped and looked over at the vent. I stood back hoping she couldn't see her pervert of a father spying on her. Samantha walked over to the wall and stood below the vent and looked up staring. I'm not sure if she saw me or not but she turned around and walked back to the bed and crawled onto the bed giving me a great view of her ass as the towel rose up.

Samantha laid back on the bed and reached over and took her toy off the nightstand and began to suck on it. I watched as she slid the fake cock in her mouth and back out. I watched as my little girl sucked that black cock and twirled her tongue around its helmet. Samantha then undid the towel and let it fall to her sides and spread her legs. As she sucked the cock she slid a hand down her body cupping her breast and pinching her tender nipples. She pinched one hard and her body jumped. I watched as Samantha began feeling down her stomach and between her legs sliding a finger into her slit. I watched as she sucked the dildo and rubbed her clit in circular motion. Sam then stuck one then two fingers up her pussy and fingered herself. I could hear her moaning and breathing harder. She took her fingers out and stuck them in her mouth sucking her own pussy juices off her fingers. I was jerking my cock pretty good now and hit the wall again. what an idiot. Samantha turned her head and looked up at the vent. I stood back a bit and watched her as she continued pleasuring her self. Then she got up and placed the dildo on the bed and placed her knees on each side of it then raised herself up on her knees and then slid down on the black monster. She bounced two times on it then reached over and got the KY. She squeezed some on her hand then took the dildo and rubbed it all over up and down like she was jerking it off.

After wiping the excess off her hand she placed the dildo back under her pussy and slowly lowered herself on it. My girl was taking a mans size cock up her tight little hole. I watched as she got it in the began riding up and down on it. She had obviously done this before. Samantha rode that cock for ten solid minutes then she began mumbling to herself. Oh yes fuck me fuck me harder. Give it to me. Fuck me DADDY! WHAT?!! OMG did she just say that? Yes she did because she repeated it over and over. Fuck me daddy fuck your little girl! Make me daddies whore. I couldn't believe my ears. My daughter was fantasizing about my cock and me fucking her. I thought about going to her and knocking on the door but I thought it best if I didn't. I watched as Samantha gave herself 3 orgasms and I gave myself two in the process. When she was doe she collapsed onto the bed with her tool inside her adn I had the best view as I could see between her legs and the black cock inside her tight pink pussy. I got down off the chair and went to my room. I slept in the nude and left my door open. In the off chance that my little girl got horny again and wanted the real thing! It never happened but I can dream can't I?

100% True story about my life when I was younger, I want to unload so I can feel better, I'm now a grown Adult btw. Hence the proper spelling and punctuation, unlike many of the fake trolls.

I had many interesting moments while growing up as a kid, I definitely was told I was a handsome and cute boy by almost everyone I knew; which I think was my curse and blessing at the same time because I was molested. But at the same time I didn't feel like a victim, I liked it, and none of it feels like a bad or negative experience.

It all started one day before I went to school, I stupidly stole my step-dad's wallet money and spent it on snacks like reese's etc. from the corner store close to school. I felt like a rockstar passing them out to my friends and everyone else in class, until my dad showed up to my school.

He was so mad he went into my classroom and spanked me in front of all my friends, then dragged me home. He usually isn't this abusive just so everyone knows, he was just really pissed-off that I started stealing; it was just a dumb kid move and I learned my lesson immediately. But the thing was, something must have released his mental libido after spanking me; cause after we got home, he wanted to spank me more. This time it was a much less angry, yet stern �you're still not done getting punished� spank. And this time he wanted to pull down my pants and underwear, and spank me bare.

Keep in mind, we were alone in the house, as I'm an only child, and both my parents worked at the time, but my stepdad obviously left work and took a day off after he found out what I did.

(well, back on track) ..I kinda felt weird and embarrassed when he told me to do that, but he was very persistent, so I finally got to undoing my pants and pulling them down with my underwear, then bent over. He first grabbed my ass in his lap and started groping it, moving my ass cheeks around like if they were fruit, this was a weird feeling, I never had been groped and fondled like that before ever, and the sensation wasn't that unappealing either. Still feeling weird, he then started spanking it, continuously making me twitch in pain, until it was red. I could definitely start to tell he was getting excited, because I felt his cock grow while I was on him; he kept going, watching my reactions as he slapped and groped me. It wasn't long until he was rock-hard. By then my heartbeat was pretty much racing, because this was a completely new experience; watching him get pleasure like this, feeling a fully grown adult for the first time, feeling him get aroused on me. It was a sexual awakening like nothing else..

He then told me to get up. I could see his huge bulge, I could only imagine at the time that he was big. He started looking at my reaction to him; my slight unnerved but curiosity about this entire experience, and his bulge. He then started looking at me strangely, like he was thinking hard, and after a few seconds of watching me look at his member, he started to unzip his pants.

I started feeling really nervous and full of anxiety, as I kept watching him unzip; he pulled out his erect cock, and I remember thinking how it wasn't like anything I ever saw until then. It was of course vaguely familiar, but it was a enormous slightly veiny monster version of what I ever thought it would look like.

He said come closer, and after a few hesitant seconds I complied out of sheer curiosity over it; I remember how he grabbed me by the neck, and gently guided me in, until he had the lips on his head. I remember thinking how it felt so soft, he told me to open up, I felt nervous again, but feeling him in this position, I sort of instinctively felt like doing it anyway, so I trusted him and opened. Then he guided me down. I remember it was a odd smothering feeling, but a good kind of smothering feeling. He started to teach me how to give decent head; and after a few seconds of this, all my anxiety went away, I started enjoying this immensely.

As the minutes passed, he kept teaching me the right way of giving better and better head, and I complied readily, until he started panting and twitching in my mouth, I felt a rush of warm liquid as he kept twitching. But like a good student I kept sucking him off until he finished. As he finished twitching and panting he told me to swallow, I did, and I felt a sour yet kinda milky sweet flavor go down my throat, I gagged slightly, but he then assured me he'd help get me used to it.

Shortly after that, my stepdad let me practice sucking cock on him until I was his �pro�. And one weekend, he surprised me by getting his "friends" he conjured from the net to group around me, and let me suck them all to till they came. I ended up loving doing that for him; it happened more and more as I became popular with his special interest group.

I could go on, but long story short, by then I was looked on in school as that cute boy who might have been �gay�. I was of course picked on because I was a little bit effeminate, and my slightly girlish looks didn't help either.

Then after a while I had an amazing idea, I made friends with all the tough boys by giving out secret blowjobs, in offer for protection, I secretly had the privilege to suck many cocks through grade school, and it wasn't a burden for me; as I very much liked doing that for them. They weren't as big as full grown men, but it was always pleasant to suck them off until they came.

Looking back, I loved those years; I stopped doing this when I reached high school though, and tried to start with a clean slate. I'm bisexual now, if you're wondering, I'm 20.

I completely left that life behind, I still crave to get smothered by some good cock now and then but I just feel better now that I've told some people like a weight's been lifted.

btw, this story wasn't intended to be fapworthy, but to some, I can see how it naturally is.

Thanks if you enjoyed reading my story, I sure enjoyed living it through.

pic related, it's me when I was younger.