I confess I let my ex husband trade me to a horny old man in exchange for his younger prettier daughter ~
I barely remember leaving the bar where we spent the night celebrating his new job.. just flashes of driving home. But I do remember being confused about why I was in the back seat of our car with a very old man. Glaring at the front seat, where I normally sat, was a thin, young blond girl. (Later finding out she was only 19). The cold air woke me up some as I walked towards our front door with my arm being held tight by the old man. Looking ahead I see my husband guiding the blonde through our front door and straight to the couch where he proceeded to ask how he could make her comfortable. We all four ended up in our living room where I was ordered to serve drinks that I was unable to have. He made it clear he wanted me awake the rest of the night. After watching him through a few drinks and some conversation, it was obvious my husband had made an agreement to swap me with that young blonde that he was pampering.
When it dawned on me what was happening I immediately looked to my right to see the obese old man grinning. He sat in a flannel plaid shirt that barely covered his beer belly and sweat pouring off him like a waterfall. He stripped nude and giggled as he told me the years of ideas he had built up for me, being the limitless toy my husband told him I was. I called out for my husband but he ignored my pleas as the old man held me down and forcefully ripped my clothes off. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening by hands were cuffed together around the foot of the couch. He left me their shivering as he made a trip to the car and bathroom. I was left to see my husband already undressing his toy gently as he kissed her slowly down her perfectly tight body and perky boobs. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy and I began to feel nauseous with jealousy and the betrayal of him breaking our rule about agreeing to just such events. I began to cry which prompted my husband to look up with a proud grin and say “Aren’t you happy I am getting what I deserve? Aren’t you excited to see my cock the hardest and happier that you can make it?” Then he stood and removed his clothes to reveal his throbbing, rock hard cock. I drooled with my mouth open at the sight then smiled through my tears as I remembered that his pleasure was more important than my needs or feelings. I could hear the girl begin to giggle and that was his cue to lay back down with her. I was so entranced watching the pleasure on his face I didn’t realize the old man was back in the room.
I had never seen an uglier sight as that man naked. He was setting down a small black suitcase to uncuff me from the couch. He ordered me to crawl to the dining room that was in direct view of the living room. I soon found myself tied to chair legs, stretched and on all 4’s decorated with a dog collar, leash and ass plug tail inserted abruptly. My instinct was to struggle but my training told me to be still and wait for instructions. I shook with anxiety as I waited to see the next tool we would be pulling from his suitcase. I wasn’t surprised to see a ball gag and whip. I glanced at Rick to see if he even noticed what was going on or if he was going to intervene because he had never let another man abuse me in BDSM fashion. Up until now I had only been ordered to give blow jobs to a few of his friends. To my disappointment he was totally hypnotized by his sexy girl…. still kissing and rubbing like teenagers.
My concentration was broke by the crack of the old man’s whip on my bare ass. I howled out loud as i felt the pain travel down my legs. (Once again I looked to Rick and he hadn’t even flinched). “You are my dog to train for the night” the old man demanded. “No talking, no walking up-right and obey without hesitation or you will be whipped”. I looked up at him with my tear filled eyes and nodded agreeingly. He nodded back and sat in a chair facing my side and began to train his new dog. I am thankful that night was started with heavy drinking and remember only flashes and pieces of it. For what seemed like hours he sat in that chair and ordered me like a dog to sit, beg, bark and hump a pile of pillows while he stroked his old, wrinkled cock that was hiding under his belly, laughing. I remember towards the end of the training, my body was red with shame and my pussy embarrassingly wet when he had me turn around and I could finally get a glimpse of Rick. It was the exact moment he came in her with the most exhilarating look of relief and pleasure I have ever seen him have. I got lost in watching his pleasure but soon snapped out of it with a slap to my face. I hadn’t noticed the old man standing in front of me taking off my ball gag. “You should be trained enough to untie” he boasted as he freed my limbs. He told me to sit on my feet, paws up and begging like a dog. He proceeded to tie my tits individually from base to nipple with a thin wire as he explained dogs need long udders and mine were ruined anyway. After the last pull to tighten the rope he shoved his wrinkled cock in my mouth while using my hair as handles to push. As he fucked my face I could hear Rick and the girl getting dressed and giggling over drinks in the other room. Before I knew it he was pulling his cock out and walking behind me. He grabbed my leash and said “bark the whole time I fuck you or you will get beat”. That statement woke me up with flurries of shame and embarrassment knowing they could hear me. Pulling my collar tight he rammed his cock in relentlessly. I was focused on bracing myself to stay up when I realized simultaneously with a streak of pain on my back from the whip that I forgot to bark. Still squealing from pain I started reluctantly to bark with the second thrust like a hurt poodle. “Good dog” he moaned and pumped faster as he pulled my collar tight. I was gasping for air and still trying to bark when they walked in the kitchen to get a look. I thought I was about to pass out when his body finally dropped on top of me in what felt like seizures. I was unable to move at all but could hear Rick demanding I get up and bring him and our guests more beer. Even with everything going on, I was completely frozen with thoughts that a stranger just came in my pussy without protection. That old man finally rolled off of me and said “keep the collar on and bring our beers to the living room dog.” I replied with a bark and crawled to the refrigerator to drag a 6-pak with my teeth. I knew stanking would get me whipped and I think I had enough of that especially with the already burning pain from my still tied tits. I was hoping this would be the last chore of the night and they would be going home soon after.
I finally got everyone served and sitting submissively waiting for everyone to finish their chats and beers when the conversation and glares turned to me. I was visually scared and shaking as Rick explained that he had to promise me to the old man the whole night for his “special needs” & abuse in exchange for conventional sex with the blonde slut. Rick handed the girl a pretty satin nighty and told her to get comfortable and get in our bed. After she left the room he told me to lay on our coffee table, tits up. He proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the legs of the table. The fear was so great that I had my eyes closed and wanted to run.. to denounce my cuckquean title and just hide. He kicked the table hard, pulled his cock out of his pants and in his sweetest voice he said “Look at this hard cock and know how well you are pleasing me”. I replied with a simple smile and opened my eyes. He finished to say with an evil smirk “It seems ‘ol boy has a thing for paralyzed and passed out chicks, so you won’t remember much”. I immediately started to struggle with the ropes as I thought “how is he going to get me passed out”? They both laughed knowing I wasn’t going anywhere. Rick sat down on the couch watching and stroking as the old man pulled a special pill out of his pocket and before I knew it had it pushed down my throat. As I got dizzy I remember thinking at least he’s not choking me and Rick is hard looking at me.
I was awake but blurry and I became almost paralyzed. The girl walked back in the room and plopped back down on the couch next to Rick. She took over stroking his cock and remarked how she will never be an old used whore like me. The next thing I remember they were laughing and doing lines of coke off my belly then, Rick told her it was time to go to bed and leave the old man to his business. I couldn’t move to see but, I know he was leading her to our comfortable huge bed while I was strapped to a wooden table. I blacked out over and over but woke sharply to each crack of the old mans whip on my body… to vague visions of him on top of me pounding away… his huge ass cheeks smothering my face… to flashes of him grunting as he gave my tits lashings with his whip…. then to blackness.
The sun rose and I found myself still tied to the table. My tits were unbound but purple with rope marks and burns. I felt welts and pain all over my body from the thin whip he fancies and burning in my ass and pussy from an apparent long night of fucking. The ball gag was back in my mouth and could see the old man still naked sleeping on the couch next to me. I prayed Rick would wake up first telling me it was all over. I did not get that lucky. Soon he woke already grabbing his cock and staring at me. I was so sober and awake I knew I would remember and feel every disgusting touch of him and there was nothing I could do. I mumbled “the night’s over” through my gag and he replied “He said the whole night and the nights not over until he wakes up and gives back my girl”. He tied his sweaty stinky t-shirt around my mouth over the gag to muffle any possible sounds. To my surprise I saw him adjusting and turning on a video camera that I’m assuming was on all night. He came back to me and straddled the table over my face. He began to rub from his ass to his cock on my face, holding my hair and grinding. I started gasping for air and struggling when he mumbled through a sinister laugh “Don’t worry dog it won’t take long for the blue pill to kick in”. I felt the weight of his huge body lift off some minutes later with me now waiting for his next move. I felt his huge hands grap each tit like handles as he pushed his cock in to my ass. Within minutes I was covered in his sweat and mine from the pain and humiliation. The weight of his whole body thrusted his cock into me with each stroke as he was bending over squeezing and biting my tits. Without notice he pulled his cock out and rammed it in my pussy. Thrusting and shaking over me then falling and crushing me as he caught his breath from cumming. I began to cry as I waited for him to remove his smelly body from me. He whispered in my ear “That’s the 4th load of my sperm locked in your cunt tonight” before getting up and standing in front of my open legs.
He looked down our hall and chuckled “I guess he would rather be with her than save you”. I couldn’t speak or move, I was helpless as he stared at me like meat. I was shocked my husband would let a stranger have control of me and my body fully. I knew he wasn’t done when he could hear Rick fucking his girl in the other room, too busy to notice. He stood closer between my spread legs and for the first time I felt warm piss covering my body and face, a feeling only second the the cruel laugh he maintained as he showered me. Laying in the most physically degrading state of my life he tells me he’s done and leaving and that Rick can keep the girl the rest of the day. I watched him dress quickly leaving me helpless and dripping with his cum and piss. All I had left to do was wait for Rick to get bored and come out and rescue me.
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I confess I like it when my wife takes a nice hearty and dirty shit, makes sure there is a tiny little bit left stuck to her crack, gets up without wiping, and then walks in the bedroom and sits and smothers my face until her ass is clean. She then leaves the house to get fucked by a bunch of men, has them cum in a cup, brings it home, and makes me drink it, and then goes to bed.

It's all about meth and Gilligans Island, for me.

I love meth. I smoke it, shoot it and love having sex on it.

I also have a Gilligans Island fetish. I imagine getting dominated
and pegged by Ginger & Mrs Howell while Mary Ann ass-smothers me.
Then they put bananas up my ass while the professor and Gilligan nut on my face
while the skippers rides the bicycle power generator that powers the Accu-jack machine
on Mr Howells " little banker " while he sips bubbly.

Too fuckin hot!

I confess I have the mother of all dream scenarios happening.

I also want to start with an important, indisputable fact. Capture a women's mind and there's nothing they won't do for you. The mind fuck will do more for you than any 12 inch porn cock will or 7 figure salary.

While chatting in an online forum, I ran across yet another 30's/40's woman that was desperate for a little quick humiliation and use as a whore. There are so, so many just trying to make the most of an otherwise boring, mundain life and boring husband/partner/bf/etc and they jump online for some quick chat to random stranger sites to get their fix, cum and go back to being "normal". Ha, so many while their husband's asleep or watching television. I don't want to bore anyone with getting too far down in the weeds but I met a 38 year old mom and wife one night. Goes to church every Sunday, is far along in her nursing career at a large hospital and just generally a successful woman. Like so many before I've chatted with, she had a deep down secret need and craving for humiliation. Today after about two years, she and her two college aged daughters along with her cousin, are my whores. The cousin has only been about 3 weeks now but regardless, I control and use an entire family of sluts.

The entire scenario began with just a whore mom and wife needing to cum good. That orgasm, well about the fourth, led to chatting elsewhere to keep in contact. You know how that goes. After a few weeks, this led to in person use at her own home. Again, get in a whores head and you're golden. I slowly began humiliating and using her in so many different ways and scenarios over the next few months both via text, facetime and in her home. The longer this went on, the more filthy she turned until she would be rubbing her cunt under the blanket while sitting with her husband and two daughters, who both still live with her today. It IS the 2020's and seems like they just don't move out until their mid-twenties anymore. Or later. It didn't take much and I had the whore abusing herself all over her house when it was via a phone as she did have an unknowing, clueless family at the time. Naked and grinding her holes, degrading and abusing herself right in the middle of the living room floor late at night with her fam upstairs in their rooms. Grinding her holes and finger fucking herself peaking through her 18 and 19 year olds doors while they were used by their boyfriends. Masturbating on the back steps at night with writing all over her body and the porch light on. With multiple neighbors that have clear sight lines to those steps. I could go on and on about just the use while I wasn't there let alone all the time I brought cocks to use her or sent them over to drain their balls in her.

This is getting very long so I'll shorten it up. The younger of the two caught on and started spying on me using her mother. That eventually let to her openly fucking her boyfriend in front of her mom, parading around naked and one night while I used her mother via facetime, showed up on the sofa beside my whore. Well, opposite. Mom didn't hear or see her appear, she was too busy raping her throat for me spread out with a gaping, abused cunt. I still remember the sound of her gasp when she turned to see her daughter, spread eagle, sucking her fingers and finger fucking her own cunt on the opposite end of the couch. So, it began. All of this use for a couple months, led to her older sister almost doing the same. This time she was caught at the top of the stairs rubbing one out watching her mom and little sister humiliating and abusing themselves in front of me and a couple friends. Its gone on for a year at least since the second daughter joined in. All the while the mom and I working on cucking her husband. The nice guy with a 4.5 inch cock that cums about 3 drops. Lol, very potent 3 drops apparently but hey, thank goodness for that.

The perfect scenario. They live their own lives and do what they want when they want but when Daddy gives an order, they drop anything they are doing and serve. Any cock I send over or bring with me. Any fucked up thing I can think of just because I feel like, any of them will do. I control all of their orgasms and they love it. Its been months since any of them came with me telling them to or giving them permission. Even I'm not there and they're being fucked by their own finds or cocks I sent over, they don't cum. Want a bitch to do literally anything you want and be on her knees begging and pleading to do anything if you'll allow them to cum? Then learn to control her orgasms. Its the most amazing situation imaginable but it is fucking work. Its not like some porn you've watched. It takes daily, sometimes hourly maintenance.....times 4 fucking whores. Me, I do what I want, when I want. Fuck who I want as long as I keep them all dripping, cock crazed whores they keep obeying literally any command I give them in any situation. Ones in college so that gives me alot of scenarios to exploit. The oldest just has a job and didn't and I've got her whoring herself out, literally, to her boss and his partner and a wide array of clients.

The cousin and latest addition just happened over the last two weeks. It happened in the span of a few seconds and was a sight of beauty. Just your run of the mill 27 year old living the single boring life. My whore, via text and facetime, was degrading and humiliating herself in the living room while her cuck husband was upstairs in his room. He's an entirely different story. The scene...Tied, swollen tits. Writing all over her body and a huge cucumber raping her ass for me as a text from her cousin came through that she was swinging by. I made her answer the door just like that, naked, used and humiliated. The second the door flew open and her cousin gazed upon her and the scene, it was over. She lost her fucking mind. Looking, circling her like a fucking buzzard licking her lips, making comments how perfect she looked. How this is what she always knew she was. Within 30 minutes she was shoving my whore on her back, straddling her face and smothering my whore with her hungry cunt. And keep in mind, she'd never even considered another woman at that point. Mindlessly following my commands and begging, pleading to let her cum. So...she got to. As long as she shoved my whore on her back and face raped her. She did just that. She was so mentally fucked she grabbed all her clothes and ran straight out the door butt naked in shame from what just happened. 3 days of silence and shame, she was begging to get my permission to cum again.

Hope you've enjoyed the read and confession. Technically, it's a family thing but it's not that at all. They are my whores that just happen to be related. They will use, abuse, humiliate each other, share cock and cum on command from me but it's purely, completely 100% about serving and obeying and just being my dirty whore. Their relation has zero to do with it. The other cock sleeve is merely a tool to utilize for accomplishing their command. Honestly, I don't want any replies as it gets annoying as fuck trying to keep up and reply to them, but I know someone will.

i have gotten into face sitting recently so me and my girl have been doing it. every time i bring it up she says no but when i convince her to she goes insane. today she got real into it. putting all her weight down smothering me with her wet pussy then reaching back holding my face into her pussy, and now even today choking me so hard while she sat all her weight on my face grinding her slut on my mouth .. her fat ass and pussy tasted amazing she made me her bitch tonight. she did not touch my cock once jerked off as i was eating her pussy. what do you think she thinks about as i let her take complete control on me

Cheryl and me

Cheryl and me were both 24. I worked in the women's department at Kohls and had limited opportunity to meet male shoppers or mix with men who worked there. Cheryl worked at a big box store where there were more male shoppers. Many of the men she worked with were either single or divorced. Her cell was always ringing with guys she had known and fucked in the past or guys who wanted to see her. She tried to be more cautious with men she worked with to avoid a reputation at work. I considered myself more attractive and sexier than her; but, I was jealous that she got more attention. I was thinking that being more of a slut had its advantages.

Cheryl's manager at work was encouraging her to pursue a supervisor role, which required her to take a six-month training course. The course was at the store for a few hours a week during her regular work hours. Cheryl was happy to do that as a supervisor was paid a couple dollars more per hour. The manager in charge of training took an interest in Cheryl and would visit her work location frequently to chat with her. He was a black man with a deep voice which commanded her respect and attention. About mid-way through her course, he began calling her at home to chat. She said he often made sexual references and innuendos and complements of her work and training progress. After a few such calls, he invited her for a drink after work. Cheryl had never dated a black man; but, didn't want to offend him or risk losing his support; so she agreed. They ended up having several drinks; and, she had a good time. That became a regular meeting after work once a week. Then, one day he called her, saying that he was in the neighborhood, and asked if he could stop by. She agreed and gave me a heads-up so I wouldn't be surprised.

Cheryl was in the bathroom when he arrived so I answered the door. He appeared to be 40-ish, was tall, maybe 6'4" and had an average build for his height. I asked if he was Steven; and, he confirmed with his booming voice. I introduced myself as Becca, Cheryl's roommate and invited him in. I was only wearing jeans and a sweatshirt; but, he appeared to be impressed with my appearance and was checking out my ass and boobs, which my sweatshirt hung over. Cheryl came out of the bathroom and offered him a beer. I was planning on going to my room; but, Cheryl invited me to have a beer with them. Steven had a pleasant personality and we joked and laughed about many things that had nothing to do with their work. He complemented us saying that we were undiscovered gems who deserved to have men lined up at our door. There were some sexual innuendos as well. I caught him checking out my boobs from time to time and smiled when he caught my eye. He stayed for about an hour and put his arm around Cheryl's waist when she walked him to the door.

A couple weeks later, he came home with her after their after-work drink. She texted me that they were coming; but, my cell was charging in my bedroom and I didn't see the text before they arrived. I was wearing loose shorts and a tee without a bra and watching tv when they walked in. His eyes went directly to my boobs as he said hello. Cheryl wears a C cup but mine are a full D. Cheryl got him a beer. I considered going to my bedroom and gave Cheryl a look which questioned if she wanted to be left alone. She shook her head so I got up and went to the kitchen for a beer. As i passed a mirror, I could see that my nipples showed through my tee causing an almost obscene appearance. I knew Steven was enjoying the view so, instead of covering them with a sweatshirt, I decided to enjoy his stares. He was joking again and we were laughing as usual, even when his jokes had sexual content. He again complemented us, saying that we spent too much time at home, and invited us to a party at his friend's house the following weekend. Usually, we have dates on the weekend; but, we had not made any plans for the weekend he mentioned. Cheryl paused and said she had an indefinite invitation and asked if she could let him know in a couple days. When he left, he put his arm around her with his hand slightly below her waist on the way to the door. Afterwards, we talked about if we should go and if it would damage her relationship with Steven if we declined. I didn't want to go. Cheryl thought she should go because there would be other people from work, but she didn't want to go alone. So, I conceded to help her out.

Steven drove us to the party that night, which was in a respectable neighborhood with large older homes that had been built originally for auto company executives who later moved to the suburbs. Since that time, the neighborhood had become mixed as inner-city residents spread outwards. The street in front was lined with cars and we parked several houses away. In side, there were 20 or more people: two white couples, three mixed couples with a black male, and three all black couples. There were also about five single men who were in their 40s. There was rap music booming in the background while the guests spoke and laughed equally loud. All of my party dresses show cleavage and required a shelf or half-bra, which lets my boobs jiggle when I walk. The hem was mid-thigh and I wore heels. Steven introduced us to the host and they introduced us to the single men and some of the others. Cheryl whispered to me that no one else from her store was there. The host offered us our choice of drink from a tray of various colored cocktails. There were a variety of martinis, cosmos, and drinks that were sweet but strong. Everyone was mingling and having a fun time. I enjoyed the looks and stares I was getting and Steven was high-fiving some of the men. The single men mostly mingled with us and kept us laughing and supplied with fresh cocktails that went down way too easily. As the night progressed, the couples congregated in the large living room and us singles gathered in the nearby dining room, where there was a tray of snacks. My initial nervousness with my black surroundings gradually melted and I was enjoying myself and all the male attention. Liquor was my downfall in college and always eroded my inhibitions. I laughed a little too hard at a joke, snagged a heel on the carpeting and started to fall. Strong hands grabbed me and held me upright, then lingered around my waist to steady me. I was feeling the cocktails; but, I didn't feel drunk. I spilled my drink as I fell and they brought me another. We were standing closer together now and the men communicated by touching my arms and waist to keep my attention as we talked. Around 11 o'clock, some of the couples were leaving. Cheryl and I were definitely feeling the alcohol and laughing at almost everything. The host came by with another tray of cocktails and different color pills. Steven told Cheryl to open wide and popped a pill in her mouth. She washed it down with a gulp of her drink. A man next to me pressed a pill to my lips and I thought "oh shit", but did the same as Cheryl.

It wasn't long before I felt hot and unsteady and put my hand on the shoulder of the man next to me and leaned against him for support. His arm went around my waist and his hand groped my ass. He pulled me against him and planted a kiss with fat lips. I held on and didn't resist. The others were blocking the view from the other room. Then there was another kiss and a tongue forcing its way into my mouth while another hand was squeezing my boob. I wasn't thinking or couldn't think. I knew what was happening but I didn't have the will power to resist. They walked me to a room in the back of the house, which had a couch and a large stuffed chair. Hands lifted the hem of my dress and rubbed my pussy. Lips sucked on mine and tongued my mouth. The zipper on my dress was lowered and my dress was pulled over my head and off. My bra followed and hands grabbed at my boobs. The arms holding me up let me sink to my knees and a black cock began rubbing across my face. My mouth was already partly open and the cock pushed inside. It pushed until I gagged, pulled out then in again. Hands were inside my thong on my bare pussy fingering it and my ass. Voices were unclear and distant. There were flashing lights. My thong was pulled down and off my legs as the cock fucked my face.

Someone picked me up and laid me over the arm of the chair. Fat lips slurped on my pussy and I felt a hot tongue inside me. Another cock entered my mouth. Then, there was a cock in my pussy which kept going deeper and deeper. It felt like I was being skewered by a telephone pole. Then it pulled out and slammed all the way back into me, repetitively. The hand that belonged to the cock in my mouth was squeezing my throat making it hard to breath. I felt the cock in my pussy grow bigger and its strokes became shorter. My senses took over and consumed me giving me an explosive orgasm, which left me trembling. Apparently, that excited the cock in my mouth and it filled my mouth and throat with cum. The cum flowed to the back of my throat causing me to choke and swallow it down. The cock in my pussy erupted also filling me with cum. I was gasping for air as the cock pulled out of my pussy and my pussy felt strangely empty. Then, I was deposited on top of another man lying on the couch, who filled my gaping pussy with his cock. Hands slapped at my ass and hips encouraging me to bounce and fuck the man. More hands were mauling my boobs, squeezing hard and pulling on my nipples. I felt another sensation as a large finger penetrated my ass. Then two fingers. I heard a voice say "don't split her open, lube it with cum from her pussy". The fingers resumed sawing in and out. I saw flashing lights and someone said take this and pushed a pill into my mouth. I swallowed it without thinking. Then I was pulled down on top of the man beneath me and I felt a cock squeezing its way into my ass. I had never had anal sex before and I felt a dull pain as it entered me. Apparently, the alcohol and pill relaxed me and made it less painful. I was completely stuffed with cock and a strange feeling of pleasure swept over me that I didn't want to end. Another orgasm ripped through me leaving me trembling and babbling. It was followed by another as they kept fucking my holes. Then another cock was pushed into my mouth. The cock in my ass came first, followed by the one in my pussy, then the one in my mouth. The feeling of their orgasms took me over the edge and my last orgasm caused me to pass out.

Days later, Cheryl told me that she was upstairs in a bedroom with Steven and another man. When the pill wore off, she asked Steven to take her home and asked where I was. Steven told her that I wasn't ready to leave; but, she insisted on seeing me. He took her the the room in back and opened the door. She said I was bouncing up and down on someone's cock and mumbling how good it felt. So, Steven drove her home and said he would bring me later. Steven went back to the party and joined the men gang-banging my 24 year old white body.

When I regained consciousness, a heavy man was smothering me with his body as he fucked my pussy. His belly slapped against mine as he plowed into me. He was sweating and short of breath as he shot his load into me. It was a good thing I was on birth control because they were all fucking me bareback. The next man pushed my legs up and back and squeezed into my ass. I felt some initial pain as his cock popped through my anal ring but the pain faded quickly. I don't know how many times they had fucked my ass. I did orgasm before he finished. I remember Steven pulling me up then, taking me to the bathroom, and giving me something to drink. The men were apparently getting tired and wanted me to ride on top of them. They also got rougher and slapped my ass and boobs more, squeezed my throat and called me names as they forced me to fuck them more aggressively. I was their fuck toy to use as long as possible. I was required to lick their cocks clean after each fucking, then I was passed to the next man to be fucked or suck his cock until he was hard enough to fuck me.

It was mid-day when I awoke. My pussy and ass were burning and my abdomen was cramping from all the orgasm they had given me. Steven helped me get dressed and told me how hot I was and what a great time everyone had. He drove me home and I went directly to bed.

I confess I've recently met a very dominant girl. She's 5ft 2 and 170lbs, so a heavy set girl, but I love it.

She's really into face sitting. Last night I almost suffocated. I get off on that so much. It makes my cock hard and her pussy and ass wet as hell.

After that she likes to piss on me, and then she gets on top and rides my cock while smothering her piss all over my body.

She told me she's going to try and get her girlfriend involved so I can be double teamed. I'm going to be fucked in the ass with a strap on for the first time while being forced to eat the other girls pussy and ass.

I can't wait mostly for the time I'll have one girl riding my cock and the other suffocating me with her ass.

My wife of 23 years is an uncannily sexy woman. She’s 5 feet tall and weighs around 110lbs, and has a 32C-21-36 body with a “JLo” ass. Her creamy skin, auburn hair and big almond shaped green eyes make me feel like a fortunate man after all these years.

Eleven years ago we visited her older sister and brother-in-law for the Thanksgiving holiday which is our normal custom. The sisters have a close relationship and we visit four or five times a year between our home and theirs. They have a son, who was fifteen and a virgin at the time. From the time my nephew was six years old he had a fascination with my wife; they wrestled and played rough constantly to the point that it became so commonplace that everyone in the family would smile, shake their heads or just roll their eyes with a “there they go again” attitude.
As our nephew entered his teens my wife mentioned to me in a joking way on several occasions that the play seemed to be taking a more sexual turn. She thought he was taking the opportunity to explore her body through her clothes and at times grinding his dick into my wife’s ass. I told her that if she thought this was the case she should stop it. My wife would just chuckle and say that it was nothing – he was just a kid.
On one occasion he waited until his dad was working the night shift and my wife was in a short nightshirt and panties to launch an “attack” He was fifteen and playing baseball, therefore strong and rather fit. My nephew caught his aunt leaving his mother’s bathroom while my sister-in-law and I were in the kitchen talking. Clad only in his boxers he caught my wife around the waist and tossed her on his parents` king-sized bed. He immediately crawled on top of her pressing his hard erection squarely on my wife’s bikini covered pussy while holding her down and playfully biting her neck and shoulders, my wife tried to throw him off. She kept hissing at him to get off of her, but he kept on, now moving his hips against her crotch. His erection, now hard and big, was pushing against her pussy.
He was really getting into it, dry-fucking his aunt was driving him crazy. The heated friction on my wife’s clit was sending sensations through her body and making her pussy very wet.
Once again she told him to stop, but this time in a low, firm voice. He was too big, way too strong for her to force him off her.
“No!” He said in a choking voice, “Please no, I can’t” He was now thrusting between his aunt’s shapely legs; she could feel his dick swell against her now sopping cunt. Burying his face in my wife’s neck he ground his hips into her crotch. His aunt’s grapefruit sized tits were mashed against his chest as his cock exploded, soaking the two of them with torrent after torrent of teenage cum. He pushed his upper body up as he ground his hips in a circular motion mashing his spasming cock on my wife’s pubic bone, squeezing out every bit of jism.
When he finished, he got off my wife and without a word to her left the room and went into his own room, shutting the door behind him.
A few minutes had passed when I entered the guest bedroom and found my wife sitting naked on the side of the bed, holding her completely soaked panties.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I shut the door.
“Basically,” she said in a low voice as she looked up at me, “our nephew fucked the shit out of me.” As she said this she handed the funky panties to me.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I was shocked. I took the panties, feeling their soppiness and smelling the unmistakable aroma of male cum and my wife’s juices. Numb. I tossed them in our dirty clothes bag as my wife said in a voice barely above a whisper:
“I had an orgasm. My nephew was fucking me hard through our underwear and I orgasmed as I felt him cum. What is wrong with me?”
She was sitting beside the bedside table with the lamp on. It was the only light on in the bedroom causing a soft glow to fall over my wife’s partially open legs. Her inner thighs and nearly bare crotch glistened.
“Nothing baby, it wasn`t intentional. You never meant it to happen but it did. He isn’t going to say anything and I don’t think you should. You can get him alone tomorrow and talk to him.” I was trying my best to be sensible but the image before me and the knowledge of what happened affected me in a weirdly erotic way. My wife looked up at me through her thick shoulder length hair. Her eyes were wide and for the first time it dawned on me that she was so aroused she was beside herself. She took my hands and roughly pulled me down on top of her. We couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. Once undressed my wife climbed on top of me and in a voice that I barely recognized said:
“I want to fuck you.”
She did.

My nephew said little when my wife pulled him into the guest bedroom the next morning and told him she truly loved him but what happened the previous night could not happen again. She assured him she would never say anything to his parents. He thanked her and left the room.

It didn’t happen again. For nearly two years the play between them was less frequent and much more platonic. His parents even remarked to us in a summer visit to our home that they thought their son was “growing out” of the rough play.

My wife and I have never had children, so on our nephew’s birthday we always drive to my sister-in-law’s house for his party. He was now seventeen and the party was attended by twenty or so high school kids and we adults worked our asses off to host a successful event. I noticed on several occasions my nephew looking at my wife hungrily when he thought no one was looking. I saw it and it was obvious to me he was undressing her with his eyes and fucking her with his mind. It was no wonder. My wife was barefoot wearing thin, low riding white shorts and a yellow tank that in the early August sun clung to her tits from her sweat. It was an outdoor party in my sister-in-law’s big landscaped backyard.
I caught my wife inside as she was getting a platter of sliced tomatoes.
“Hey hon, ______ is ‘jonesing’ for you.”
“What?” she said partly shocked and partly embarrassed, “Baby, that’s in the past don’t bring that shit up now.”
“So you noticed?” I asked.
“Yes, of course but that was then, nothing has happened since. It’s alright.”

With that, she went back outside.

It was very late when the last of my nephew’s friends left. My wife had showered and was in the guest bedroom preparing for bed. I was in the bathroom across the hall taking my shower while my nephew and his parents had gone to bed. Or so I thought.

I finished my shower and went about my nightly routine of drying off, brushing my teeth and pulling on a pair of boxer-briefs. I opened the door of the bathroom and stepped into the hall. I could hear the sound of hushed, emotional voices and of weight shifting and moving on the bed in our room. I stepped to the door and realized it was barely shut. I pushed it open a bit; I don’t know why I didn’t just shove it open and enter the bedroom.
My nephew was lying on top of my wife, his hips between her legs. Her beautiful legs were spread wide bur her hands were on his shoulders holding him at bay, He was naked and a towel lay on the floor beside the bed. My wife was topless, her round breasts completely exposed but she still had her little panties on.

“Please Aunt _____, let me do it to you just this once.” He was speaking in a low whisper, “Everything was cool when it happened last time, I want you so bad.”

“No _______, we can`t!” My wife answered, “This shit is evil. Last time it was a situation that got out of hand, this is different. If your parents found out it would tear them apart and this whole family”

“Who has to know? No one found out last time, please. I haven’t been with a girl since that happened and no one found out then and no one will find out now!”

“Your uncle is across the hall so get off of me goddamnit!” My wife hissed.

“He’s taking a shower and he’s always in there for ages. Please Aunt _____ I want to fuck you for real.”

My nephew wrapped his arms under my wife and cupped her ass in his hands as he took her neck in her mouth and his round muscled butt began to move between her legs, rubbing his dick on his aunt’s crotch.
At this point I was about to push the door open and intervene when I heard a soft but distinctive moan emanate from my wife’s mouth. A knot seemed to grip my gut that stopped me cold. The bedside lamp was the only light on in the room as I saw a tangible surrender sweep over my wife; her hands pressed into his back and her legs curled around his thighs. He covered her mouth with his in a deep kiss. His left hand gripped her panties and pushed them over her flared hips, down her legs, tossing them on the floor.
Gripping her waist he turned my wife on top of him and moved her up to where he could take her left breast into his mouth and suck it. Her hands were on either side of his head as he nibbled tongued and sucked first the left then the right nipple. My wife groaned, lifting her head up in pleasure she saw my reflection in the dressing table mirror just across from her and directly opposite the door. We locked eyes and something happened. An eerie eroticism was palatable between us. In that moment she knew that if she wanted to fuck our nephew she could to her lust’s content. I would allow it and would be fine.
She did.

My nephew kissed and sucked my wife’s tits like it was a rare treat. Holding her asscheeks he moved his right hand to her moist pussy and eased his middle finger into her, gently moving it around. She moaned as she moved her ass back on his hand, encouraging him to push deeper.

Our nephew was the starting first baseman on his high school baseball team and his body showed it. He was 5’10” and in excellent shape. His dick was at full mast and rubbing against my wife’s upper right thigh, it had to be every bit of eight inches but what struck me was its thickness. I was a bit over eight and a half but he was thicker than me by half.
I was rock hard and without thinking my right hand went into my shorts, gripping my cock.

My wife slowly moved down her nephew’s body kissing and licking, her hair draping over him as she took his dick into her left hand.

“Oh fuck _______, you have a really nice dick.” She took him in her mouth, tickling his balls with her fingernails.

She sucked him. Her head bobbed slowly up and down, making light slurping noises.
It was his turn to groan. In no time he took her head in both his hands as his hips moved up and down in rhythm to the one blowjob he would remember for the rest of his life.
This was incredible. My gorgeous wife’s ass was sticking up in the air as she knelt on the bed sucking off her big sister’s son. I knew that soon he would cum in her mouth and she would swallow it. She loved to swallow my wad, she would his.

He thrust his hips up and pumped his cum into her mouth as her held her head tightly, gripping her hair. My wife put her left middle finger into his anus and massaged, sending him over the edge. He grunted rather loud but I didn’t care, I was taking this in while stroking my own dick. She swallowed nearly all of his spunk, some did dribble out of her mouth and over the fingers of her right hand that was pumping his thick dick.

She rolled over when he finished and said:

“Eat my pussy, I`ll teach you how.”

He obeyed, moving around to put his head between her creamy thighs. My wife gave him a brief but thorough tutorial on pussy eating and with a little direction soon had her mewing as he sucked her clit and slipped a finger into her vaginal hole. In a few minutes she was cumming while at the same time smothering his head from squeezing her thighs.

He was rock hard again. My wife gripped his ears and pulled him up and over her. The teen aged boy scrambled over her body to comply.

Holding his ears her eyes bored into his, “Now do what you`ve always wanted to do. Fuck me really good.”

She took his pole in her right hand and guided him into her pussy. Her legs bent back as she opened herself up to his cock entering her. Our nephew held himself up by his hands as his ass began the rhythmic up and down motion between my wife’s legs. Her hands held his hips to guide his pumping.

“Motherfucker!” He breathed, “This is a goddamn dream!”

He fucked her with deep strokes, the sounds of her moaning, their hips slapping together, his ass clenching every time he drove into her, the sight of her feet splayed on the shaking bed as she met him thrust for thrust was sensory overload. I pumped my dick with a passion I never knew I had. I felt the boiling in my lower belly that every man recognizes as he’s about to explode. I braced myself with my left hand on the wood paneled hall.

“Oh shit, fuck me harder! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaahhh! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” Her legs clamped around his thighs and she thrust her hips up into him as she came….and came.
He lowered himself on her crushing her breasts and wrapping his arms behind her back he gripped her shoulders as if to hold her in place as he fucked his engorged cock in and out of her stretched out vagina.

“Oh my god Aunt ______! I`m gonna cum in you!” Still holding her in place he threw his head back then, lost in his own ecstasy he slowly shook his head back and forth while his dick gushed what proved to be a huge amount of cum into my wife’s womb.

In a moment my legs buckled as I began to pump my own geyser of jizz onto the hallway floor; I grunted like some sort of animal.
My nephew was draped over my wife but he heard my orgasm and spun around on her to stare at me in surprise. I was sitting on the floor with my back against the open door and my shorts stretched across my thighs. I raised my right hand to him in breathless communication that all was well. His dick made a wet popping sound as it pulled out of her pussy. The room was filled with the pungent smell of raw, incestuous sex.

My wife pulled his head into her breast and softly kissed his ear, “Its alright baby, its alright” she cooed.

I’ve got a hot cousin and I didn’t know it till our grandma died.

My family wasn't close with the other relatives. They lived 12 hours away, across a lot of states. Snow dumped on us every year, much like how my mom’s siblings used to dump on her as kids, and they were basking in the sun complaining of freezing fingers when it’s sweatshirt weather, you know? We visited my grandparents' at Christmas every year and if the schedules coincided, I’d see a few relatives. I don’t know most of their names. I’ve got 30 cousins including wives and second cousins (that’s the kid of a cousin, right?).

So after my grandma was done fighting cancer, we had a funeral. It was really sad and I don’t mean to cheapen the sentiment with literotica, but this was the first time I saw many of my cousins and learned a lot of names that I’ve forgotten since. But not Arya’s.

Arya is not her real name. I’m a Game of Thrones fan and GoT has a bit of incest and Arya’s my favorite character and so why not call my hot cousin Arya? It’s kind of close to her actual name. I’ll be changing everyone’s names to whatever, but Arya gets a special explanation for hers. She deserves it.

I drove the 3 hours from college to my parent’s then another 5 to my grandparents’ town. I was a mess. It hadn’t hit emotionally, but I was low energy in the midst of studying for finals next week and this was the first funeral I’d been to since I was 8 and went in my spiderman pajamas. Basically I didn’t have funeral clothes.

When we showed up, I was in a dark shirt and jeans, looking somber, till a relative I didn’t know, this fat bustling aunt in a floral print shirt, came up to hug my mom then my dad then me. She knew me! “Oh, James,” she said as she smothered me. “You’re so big now.” She was warm and friendly so I put on a big smile as I said, “Hi…”

Luckily my mom saved me and said, “I’m going to talk to your Aunt Sarah. Will you go put our coats down?”

My relatives are country folk living in the South. They’ve all got that accent. I’m more of a city guy. And I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe superior in my arrogance, around these bumpkins. And I’m generally shy.

So I sat in the fold out metal chairs with my parents’ coats and just kind of looked around, uncomfortable, and checked my phone. My college girlfriend had recently decided we were better friends than anything else. Which was fine and all, but well, I didn’t want to text her about this. It’d probably guilt her into some comfort sexting, but I wasn’t feeling so bold at the time. Now years later, well, different story. I think I just opened Angry Birds and played a few games while sitting in front of the closed casket. It was adorned with a wreath and there was a corkboard of photos of her at all ages, though most were her as Grandma. And a group of people I didn’t recognize examined the photos, blocking my view. They were dressed appropriately in dark suits or dresses.

The group came over and asked who I was and asked if I was so-and-so’s kid and I was and I asked who they were and who their parents were and all that. It was three girls and two guys. One of the girls and both guys were my cousins, and you could see the family resemblance, round-face, curly hair, pudgy, and the other girls were their dates. I didn’t know anyone brought dates to a wake. But I felt okay again having checked out the ladies’ asses, though one had been my cousin’s.

We talked for a little bit about the last time I saw them. A Christmas when we were kids, though one swore it was Thanksgiving but I told him, “No, no, we always have Thanksgiving at home.”

That kind of turned them off.

We were the family that never visited. All of them lived near my grandparents, and when my grandma got sick, all pitched in. All my family did was offer to pay bills till it got to the end then Mom came for a visit.

Anyway, they walked away to talk to other cousins.

I was in my early 20s and so were those cousins, but we had older ones. And this man in his 30s with curly hair and a little extra fat especially on his cheeks entered with this stunning blonde, I assumed he was my cousin.

Oh no.

They came up the corkboard, attached one of their photos, and I introduced myself and asked him who he was related to.

He was this bumbling guy. “Well, her. Ha, ha. I mean, we’re in a relationship—married, so I guess her.”

The stunning woman in this tight black dress that was strapless and squeezed her breasts so the pendant of her silver necklace rested in her sun-kissed cleavage complete with tanlines from a bikini laughed and said, “I’m Dana’s daughter. Arya.”

Dana was the oldest of my mom’s siblings and had gotten pregnant in high school, or maybe right after.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I told her and she said, “Oh! Remember when I was testing my make-up on you? Why is that so fun to do to little boys tied up? God, I must’ve been in high school then and you were maybe in Kindergarten?”

“I think I’m repressing that memory,” I told her.

“Aw, was it that traumatizing? You were crying…”

“You know kids. Always crying till someone kisses it better.”

“I tried that!” She didn’t have an accent. That awful Southern rural accent. Sorry, but you’re talking like Huck Finn, it’s hard to sound educated. It drives me nuts. But she had shed hers.

“You’d think I’d remember that.” I was smiling a lot. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks and you want it to click because hey, they’re hot? That’s how it was and because I had no relationship with her prior, ogling her, flirting a little, smiling like an idiot didn’t feel wrong. But doing all of that at a wake for our grandma did. “It’s too bad about Grandma,” I said.

She hugged me. I hugged back. Then her husband joined in and it got uncomfortable.

My parents came round and said, “Sorry about his clothes. He’s fresh from college—second year half way done! And he grew out of all his dress clothes.”

Arya volunteered to take me. “I don’t know where I’m going or anything, but I’ll get him looking spiffy. We can catch up.”

When we got in her car, a used Lincoln, probably fancy a decade ago but now all it boasted was a large backseat and seat warmers, she let her hair down from its tie. “Oh god thank you for coming under dressed. We’re just going to cruise for a bit because I can’t be in there mingling with Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever their names are. Right after high school, I got a scholarship to Florida and never wanted to go back. All those hick accents!”

“Yeah!” I said. “Like Huckleberry Finn!”

“Sure…”

“You know, Tom Sawyer. Deep Missouri Valley country hick accent. Sorry, I’m an English major.”

“And you’re smart! You are the blessing of this trip. I don’t really read so no clue what you’re talking about but keep talking. It’s helping me unclench for the first time since hearing I’d have to come.”

So we talked in the car about how awful the family was, the cousins, aunts, uncles, their divorces. She knew a lot of scandals I hadn’t heard like one of our uncles was in prison for a sexual offense, but even she didn’t know what. He wasn’t here today. Another was a junkie, in and out of rehab. Then we got to grandma and grandpa and both agreed they were the only good parts of the family.

“Other than us, of course,” I said.

“You’re definitely a blessing.”

“And blessed to be in this car.” I meant to imply with her more strongly, but something snapped me out of the flirty attitude, and I added, “Away from them.”

She smiled at me and we got quiet for a bit and she turned on the radio as we drove through the small town. It was near Christmas. Decorations were up. There wasn’t any snow. I told her we got like two feet last week and still had classes. She asked where I went to college. I told her to visit any time she wanted. I found out she was a helicopter medical evac personnel. She didn’t fly the helicopter, but she was the nurse or paramedic in back treating whomever.

Finally we got to a shop that sold suits and dresses. One stop fancy shopping. I had my mom’s credit card, but I didn’t think she intended to get me a full-on suit. It’d be my first. But Arya told me we were just getting the off-the-rack stuff. It wouldn’t be too much.

So I tried on some things she picked out and I came out of the dressing room still doing up my belt because the pants were too wide at the waist and were just sliding down off and dragging on under the heels of the dress shoes. We looked at how deflated I looked in the mirror.

“Get those off and we’ll get you the next size down.” She rolled down the waist to see the tag and what size they were. “I’ll bring you the next ones.”

I went back in the dressing room and took them off. I was just in my boxers and undershirt when she came in. Just barged on in through the swinging doors. I tried being natural about it, like I wasn’t uncomfortable or having dirty thoughts, but then she whipped out the measuring tape. “Put these on.” I did and she started measuring my seams. The outer one first. She told me to stop fidgeting as she was on her knees touching my thigh. Then the inner seem. “I used to work in one of these suit shops during college. The way we measured our special customers was to do the right in-seam, then cup *it* and move it over and measure the other side.” She laughed at the joke (I think she was kidding) and I thought about our dead grandmother so I wouldn’t twitch beneath the pants.

Then she helped me on the shirt and I buttoned all but the top two. She looked at it and buttoned them both, then unbuttoned the top. It was a little too big so she told me to get it off and before it was off, she starts pressing up against me trying to get at the tag in the collar to see the neck size. I think it was like 17 ¾.

She came back with a smaller shirt for me and a few dresses for her. They were a little more modest than the little black dress she had squeezed into. “I’m almost as unprepared for funerals as you. I bought this for a dinner party and a self-esteem boost. Sometimes you pay extra for that.”

I was shirtless and she was looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out, and I was thinking she shouldn’t need to pay for it looking like she does.

Curvy and sun-kissed and blonde and tall and just perfect. The kind of girl you get a crush on even if you’ve just met her and found out she’s your cousin.

And I felt her back against me. “Oh sorry,” she said. Right against my crotch. With that perfect ass.

I couldn’t help it! I might have rubbed up against her a little with my erection.

“Is that what I think it is?” she said, laughing nervously but not moving away.

“Sorry.” I also stayed there.

“No, thank you for the compliment. Okay, I’m going to try these on now.”

I stayed, confused, horny, hopeful.

“Wait out there? I’ll be real quick.”

Damn. So I sat in the chair outside, hoping it’d subside, when she came out and we paid for everything and got in her car and left.

I was feeling pretty embarrassed that I’d “made a move.” Yeah that was the best move I had. Pressing against her like it was an accident, but both of us probably knowing it wasn’t. She knew. She kicked me out as she changed. She didn’t even try them on for me or any other little hints. The drive back was quiet. Awkward.

And when the funeral home was in sight, we pulled off onto a dirt road. This was a farming town with a lot of forests and field entrances and just places that a high schooler might go with his girl to makeout. She pulled into the dead end where we were covered in shade, just past a bend so we could hear trucks drive past on the main road, but not see them.

“Okay, we better do this before getting there,” she said.

My hope was restored.

Then she added, “Get changed.”

Hope tarnished.

“50 people talking about the dead, suddenly sad, rushing to the bathrooms. There’s no way we could change there. And wouldn’t want to do it in the parking lot where someone would see.”

“Sure, a relative seeing would be awkward,” I said.

“Yeah?” she said laughing.

“Yeah…”

“Then let’s make it awkward.”

I don’t know what she was thinking or what she imagined would come of it or what I should’ve done, but she stripped off that top awful fast. Let those breasts loose. No bra. A black thong. And I stared and she stared back and I started getting my shirt off and pants and I reached for my new clothes but she pulled something from her bag. New boxer-briefs. Real tight ones. She just threw them at me. Once I was naked she looked at me, erect, then stared me in the eyes. She was still naked except for that thong. I don’t want to forget the shape of her breasts, the size, how the tan-lines colored them, how they jiggled, her ass, the birthmark or any of that, but that was years ago. Details fade, get edited. I think her tits are bigger in my head now.

But her devilish smile. I can’t forget that.

Finally, she said, “Let’s get those clothes on. They’ll be calling soon, wondering if we ditched.”

And it was over. She dressed. I got a little peek at that booty, but not much, and when we went in for the wake, her dressed more modestly, my erection hidden till we got to the service and it died down. My mom and her siblings and my grandfather gave their eulogies and I cried and we buried grandma. Then we all went to lunch at some diner where even the table was greasy.

I wanted to sit by my cousin, but I had to sit by my parents and they wanted to sit by some fat aunt that kept asking about my future and so on.

I didn’t get to talk to my cousin till it was time to leave. “I’m serious about coming to visit. Any time you want. It’s beautiful in the fall. All the leaves changing.”

“Sure, sure,” she said.

“Or the spring is good. Tons of flowers. Ever heard of Dutch pantaloons? It might be a local name, but they make the campus smell so much better. Hides the BO and stale weed stench.”

“I’ll think about it.” God, she had to have smelled my desperation for more, but she wasn’t obliging. Fine, I can take a hint. A woman says no, you just have to let go, right?

“Have a safe trip,” I said and waved like I was leaving.

But she pulled me in for a hug, saying “You too,” then when I was pressed up against that perfect tanned body, she heaved her hot breath into my ear and said, “Think about me some time…”

Oh I have… a lot.

I must confess that I know my lover reads the boards here and he knows I do the same. It's both titillating and nerve wracking, as a woman always wonders what kinds of trouble her man might go looking for, but I do my best to be well-adjusted about it and understanding. I mean, I have my little bit of strange I'm into, so why shouldn't he? That doesn't mean I don't think about what I would do if I caught him doing more than he would ever be comfortable with me doing here...

I guess that's where the fantasy aspect of it comes into play. If I ever caught him exchanging more personal information, getting a little one-on-one time with a chic here, I would find ways to punish him with my body that would leave him never wanting to fuck around anywhere else in any way. I fantasize about waking up late at night, finding him hunched over both computer and phone, one open to email and the other text, pictures and messages from other girls spread across both, and his dick visibly hard. I would grab him by the hair at the base of his neck, pull his head back, and demand to know what the hell he thinks he's doing. I would walk around to the front of the chair, still using his hair as a handle, and force him to look at me while I shove his computer out of his lap and his phone to the floor. I sleep naked, so he would be forced to face me, him clothed and me not, while I accusingly inquire as to what those sluts have that I don't, and again, using his hair as handle, make him eye every inch of my well-curved, naked body. His wide eyed stare would take in my round 32D breasts, no longer pushed up by a bra, but sitting tantalizing ripe and full, no restraint. His eyes would slide down along the smooth indentation of my waist, lingering where the swell of my hips begins, then continue to mark the slight growth of hair at my pussy, just barely grown back from the last brazilian. His gaze would begin wandering down my legs before his eyes shift back to my pussy and my tits, and I would accusingly growl, "That's right. Get your fill, motherfucker. I'm about to fuck any other bitch's body and words out of your head."

Grabbing his hand, I'd drag him back to the bedroom, push him down on the bed, him stammering out apologies, explanations, anything to try to keep me from doing anything too rash. Once on the bed, I'd slowly crawl my way up his body, hands positioned just outside the line of his body, on the bed, with my nipples dragging slowly up his legs, his torso, his chest, until they were positioned just above his lips and almost eye-level. I can feel his cock begin to stir again and harden against the length of my body as I hover, wanting to suffocate him with my tits. Before giving into that desire, I crawl the rest of the way up his body, straddle his face, tops of my feet pressing down on his chest as I use my knees to keep his head focused up the length of me. "Any last words before I ride your face and obliterate your dirty fucking mind?" He'd shake his head as much as my knees and thighs allow and then I'd smother him with my pussy.

I can feel his lips hungrily working at my clit, and I angle my ass back some to give him greater access. I grind my hips in a circle eight, clit catching just the edge of his teeth as he opens his mouth to begin licking at my now swollen lips. Using the headboard as leverage, I gyrate against his mouth, sliding up to his nose, circling it with my clit and dipping it just a bit into my pussy, before sliding back down the lower part of his face, rubbing against the scruff of his chin. The friction is amazing and I can tell that he's forgetting this is a form of punishment. His hands release their grip on the sheets to steady my hips. He's aiming for a better position for himself and his enjoyment, but this isn't about what he wants. I force his hands off my hips, reposition myself at the best angle for my release, and ride his face until he is soaked with my pussy juice and panting from the punishing rhythm I'm keeping. He begins to groan, which I know means he's so fucking hard it's almost painful, but I'm a long way from easing that pain. He continues to groan, licking and sucking on my clit and pussy lips like his life depends on it (which, in some ways, it kinda does at this point), and I begin to feel that building momentum and heat. I slide down again to the scruff on his chin, taking a moment to revel in the friction that's building. He realizes that I'm closing to coming, works his hands free, and grabs my hips to angle my pussy right on his mouth as he tongues me until I cum, clawing at the headboard to keep myself mostly upright. My breathing is ragged, but I'm nowhere near satisfied.

I glance over my shoulder towards his cock, and I see it is fully curved forward, straining its length across his belly. I want to torture it with tongue and mouth, keeping him on the brink, dick so hard he can't even think straight, until he is begging for me to finish him. Considering the best way to do this, I shift off of his face, sit by his right side, and face the length of his body. Without straddling him again (I don't want to get too distracted), I grab the base of his cock with my left hand and smoothly and fully slide my mouth down the length of him, lips sealed around him until they meet my hand. I balance myself with my other hand and begin to pull my way gently up his cock, savoring just how fucking hard he is. I begin with a slow rhythm. My hand pulls up on his shaft while my mouth slides down it. I keep this slow pace until my hand is dripping with saliva because he is so fucking hard it's literally making me drool. Carefully, I draw my lips back a little, letting my teeth graze his dick. I catch the base of his head a little as I come up, circle it with my tongue, then slide my mouth back down his length, teeth grazing the whole way down. Holding my hair with my left hand, I turn my body until he can clearly see what I'm doing. Giving him this view, I begin to slide more quickly up and down his cock, teeth still lightly grazing, but toward the base, I seal my lips around his dick and shove him as far into my mouth and throat as I can. I can feel my eyes water as he touches my throat, and I swallow. I fucking love the feel of him so hard in my mouth, my throat trying to close around and swallow up his dick. Exhaling heavily, I slide back up to his head. He is so hard it's purple and so slick from my mouth. I meet his eyes, and they're wide, so wide, and his breathing is hitched and catching; hard exhales and long, breathy inhales. I can read his body so well and he needs to be fucked.

Sliding my mouth down the length of his dick one last time, I shift my body again, this time facing my ass toward him and straddling his waist. I drop his dick from my mouth and it bounces against his belly. I inch my hips and ass down his body, catching his dick in one hand while bracing myself on his right leg with the other, and I shove myself onto him, hard. I can feel his dick hit the end of me, and I begin to ride him. I force myself to keep a punishing rhythm, up and down, hard, hard, hard, feeling his balls tighten up and hit my clit. I adjust my hips so my ass is back a little farther and I feel his hands come up and grab my hips. He's trying to push them back straighter so he can get a deeper angle, but I keep with the angle I've got. I want to feel as much of his balls against my clit as I can for as long as I can take it. The pressure is beginning to build again and I want him to cum when I do, so I let his hands adjust my hips. By now he is practically sitting up, shoving me down on his cock, while I brace myself with my hands, down around his legs. His hips are lifting as he forces his way further and further into my body.

At the last minute, I decide this isn't what I want, so I slide off him. He makes a noise like, "Whaaa?" wondering what the fuck I'm doing, but he sees that I'm going for one of my favorite positions, face down, ass up. He immediately gets to his knees, fits himself behind me, and slams his way into my tight pussy. From this position he hits all the right spots and I'm almost certain that if he keeps it up, I'm going to squirt. He slams into me, harder and harder. So hard that I'm whimpering, moaning, begging him to fuck me, fuck me so hard that I cum screaming. His rhythm is speeding up, shifting, and he's getting a little ragged around the edges. Just as I think he's going to beat me to it, he rams into me one more time and I'm over the edge. I can feel my pussy squeezing him as he pumps into me, once, twice, and then I can't control it anymore. I can feel that extra wetness rising and his balls and thighs get soaked by my pussy. As he realizes what happens, he slams into me again, and it keeps my orgasm going. My legs are shaking, but I don't care. I can barely keep my ass in the air anymore, but the bed is now soaked. I feel him slam into me one more time, and we both topple over onto the bed, not giving a fuck how messy it's becoming.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me back against the length of his chest. He kisses me and tells me how much he loves me, how he's sorry for crossing a line, but that he might just have to do it more if it means I'll fuck him like I just did. I don't know quite how to feel about that... I don't want him to message other chics... I mean, I'm right here, and if I can do this shit to him, what the hell does he need anyone else for? Right?

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.