I confess I sucked the propane guy's dick.

*THIS IS GAY - NO BASHING*

Yesterday the man that comes to fill my dad's propane tank came to the house. Usually he doesn't knock and just goes into the back to do his thing. Yesterday he knocked...while I was in the middle of jerking off and super horny.

I pulled on some pants fast and raced downstairs, my face still flushed and answered the door. My bulge was showing when I answered it and the man immediately looked at it then looked at me with a slight grin.

"Here to fill your tank," he said. "name's Mike."

Mike had a dark moustachem straggly hair and stood about 6 ft 4. He had a big gut and was very hairy.

Since it was gonna take a couple minutes and I was really horny I invited him in for a cup of coffee, he agreed.

After about a minute I decided to make my move.

"I'm gonna go change, be right back," I said.

I went to my room which was right next to where Mike was drinking his coffee and left the door wide open. He went to stop the pump and came back in. I saw him peeping his head when I was completely naked and then got enough courage to say;

"You could come in if you'd like"

Mike was infuriated by this, stomping in and asking me if I thought he was a fag, which I replied of course with no. I was still naked and he had gotten behind me. I felt the texture of his jeans and his cold belt buckle ride up and down my ass as he forced my head down onto my bed.

"Imma make YOU the fag," he whispered in my ear.

When I thought he was about to rape me, he pulled my hair and forced me down to his unopened zipper.

"Kiss it through the jeans, girl."

I did

"Take it out now, real gentle."

I did

"Now open that pretty little mouth of yours."

I did

He started to jam his flacid cock into my mouth, I felt it growing inside my mouth. My saliva was everywhere, on his jeans, on my chest, the floor. He was pumping my face good until he stopped.

"Go get a cup," he demanded while stroking his 6 in cock.

I went quickly.

"Good, now suck those balls while I drain them"

I sucked them for a minute until he started cumming in the cup. He must have filled half the cup with my reward.

"Drink it, bitch." he stated.

I hesitated, which only lent me a slap in the face. I took it and drank it like a shot, not sparing a drop. As I was getting cleaned up, he stuck his middle finger in my ass and said.

"Next time"

My confession:
My mother and I where living with her boyfriend. They had been together for a couple of years. As time went on they would argue alot. It never got physical but it got very loud at times.
I liked him as he was fun, funny and oh so good looking. He was working in construction and would always wear tight jeans and t shirts. Very muscular but not to excess.
I came home and threw my book bag on my bed and headed to the kitchen for a after school snack. As usual I could not reach the cookies I wanted so I hopped up on the counter and grabbed the cookies and sat back down on the counter.
I heard his truck pull into the drive. "A little early for him to be home" i remember telling myself.
I opened the bag and began to eat me a chips ahoy. I heard him come through the door and a few seconds later I heard his keys hit the dresser in thier bedroom.
He came into the kitchen and with a startled look said oh hey Carlina I did not know you were home!
"Yes I have never seen you home this early before" I said. That is when he told me he was moving out. I was shocked and worried as Mom and I had been homeless before. I asked him if Mom and I where moving as well. "Not that I know of" he said.
He walked to the frig that I was sitting next to reached in and grabbed a beer.
"so when are you leaving I blurted out"! "Tommorow" he said.
This made me very sad. He moved in front of me reached out and his hand grabbed my chin gently raising my head up and said oh don't be sad. I am leaving your mother and this has nothing to do with you.
I reached out for a big hug and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His head rested on my shoulder and I could feel his warm breath on my neck and I let out a small moan. He proclaimed he was a vampire and began to nibble on my neck.
Something I had never felt before came over me. I started kissing him on his cheek feeling that man stubble on his face.
Our lips met and passionate wet kisses made my pussy tingle. He picked me up off of that counter and carried me to his and my moms bed. He gently laid me down and he laid down on top of me both of us fully clothed. I knew this was not right but I wanted it. It was as though it was a drug and all I wanted was more. He was softly grinding his pelvis into mine and within two minutes I came as I had never before from my masterbation sessions.
He stopped and we both laid there breathing as though we had just ran a mile.
Suddenly he said "I am sorry I do not know what came over me" "Please do not stop" I said.
He lifted my shirt and bra up and began to kiss and suck on my still developing
breast. While he was doing that I was feverishly trying to un buckle my belt and rip my pants off. I was on fire. I wanted this man to take me anywhere he wanted to go.
I finally got my pants off and he slowly kissed his way to my panties. He kissed and touched and rubbed my clit and suddenly put my whole pussy in his mouth. I could feel his tongue in me and I had a roaring orgasam. He licked me clean and started on my clit. He would tease sucking on it then lashing my clitt with his tongue. I felt my clit swell and again I came shaking and pounding my pussy agaist his face.
He rose up on his knees undid his pants and pulled out a thick large penis. This was the first penis on a man I had ever seen. He stroked it a few times and came all over my pussy.
He laid back on top of me and whispered in my ear please do not tell anyone about this ever. I do not want to go to jail forever.
He kissed me on the cheek and got up and handed me a towel.
He moved out two days later and we have not heard from him since. It has been 10 years today. I would love for him to come back and give me the fucking I deserved. I have no idea why he did not fuck me. He would have gotten a virgin.
No man or woman (and I have tried both) has ever made me orgasam like he did.
Until now I have never told anyone.
Please Clint come back to me!

I confess that I had sex with my girlfriend's sister.
I have always got on great with Jenny and we have a good laugh when there are family occasions, but I had never thought much more about her other than she had the most amazing cleavage which she liked to show off, the odd occasion she would bend over in front of me to get something and I would catch a glimpse down her top.
One morning I had a phone call from Jenny asking me to try to fix here boyfriend's computer as it stopped working when she was using it and he would be pissed if it was broken. I drove round to her house and called at the door, Jenny answered in her dressing gown and she showed me to the computer.
She asked if I wanted a coffee and I accepted, so she went off to make it as I had a look at the PC, wasn't switching on so I went under the desk and looked to see if the power lead was out. By this time Jenny had came in with my coffee and walked over to place it on the desk, when she bent over her dressing gown flopped open exposing her body, the big round pale breasts and her stomach leading down to her trimmed bush.
Jenny lingered for a second as she put the cup down then closed up her gown, she could see my surprised and excited face and gave me a smile like I had never seen her do before. She said she would go and get changed so she wouldn't embarass me anymore. I went back to fixing the PC as being bent over would hide my raging boner, so hard it hurt.
Jenny shouted in from her bedroom that there was a spider in the room and could I get it, so I rushed in like a white knight to rescue her from such horrors. I went in and Jenny was standing there naked, all soft, pale and beautiful. So different from her sister, she had a couple of extra pounds, her boobs were about a D cup and because she was pretty short they looked enormous, Big round areloa and a nice pink nipple on each. I just stared as it made me so horny and excited.

Jenny asked me "Do you think I have a nice body?"
I replied that it was beautiful
"I haven't had sex in 6 months, with my boyfriends he never seems interested in me so I thought it was I was getting fat or ugly" "The point is, I need a cock and I want yours!"
She walked over to me and grabbed my belt buckle, I was so hard now I was not arguing or even protesting in any way; my cock had taken over all decision making.
She undid my belt and turned me so with one push from her I fell onto her bed.
As I lay there she undid my zip and dragged my trousers off, she then rubbed my already hard cock through my underwear and moaned. Jenny pulled my underwear down and launched her mouth onto my cock, it was the most immense blowjob of my life, she was sucking it hard and shoving as much of it into here mouth she choked. Jenny then climbed on the bed and turned so her pussy and ass were straight in my face and she shoved them onto my face, rubbing up and down, I stuck my tongue out and as she rubbed it went both into her soaking juicy pussy and rubbed her tight asshole.....

Pauline The Slut - Part 43: After Lunch Entertainment  
  

We all arrived for lunch dressed as instructed. When the twins had finished tidying up after lunch they returned with manacles and chains. My father cock became erect almost immediately.  
  

First Anne's feet were manacled with a short chain connecting each foot. The same was done to her hands. She was then forced on all fours and a chain was attached at one end to the chain at her feet and at the other end to the chain at her hands. Her movement was now severely restricted.   
  

Next was Linda's turn. The twins went through the same process with her and then with Debbie. They then turned their attention to Hannah.  
  

One of the twins led her to the center of the room while the other brought a small table to them. Hannah was forced to bend over the table. The twins took a foot each and tied them to a leg of the table spreading her legs apart and exposing her cunt to the everyone. Her hands were then tied to the legs at the other end of the table. A leather belt was laid across her back and buckled under the table. She now couldn't move no matter how hard she tried.   
  

The twins left the room. Everyone wait to see what happened next. Then the twins returned with a large St Bernard dog. Anne, Linda and Debbie screamed. Hannah tried to look around to see what was happening but she was so tightly secured she couldn't turn her head.  
  

Anne started begging my husband to leave Hannah alone and let her take her place. At this stage Hannah was struggling to see and starting to panic at the commotion behind her. Anne became more and more hysterical as one of the twins bent down and encouraged the dog's cock from its sheath.   
  

My husband got up and walked over to Hannah and stroked her bum. He turned to Anne. "If you can suck him off he won't have anything left for your daughter."  
  Anne looked at him speechless. "No?" he asked her. When she didn't answer he nodded towards the twins. As they moved towards Hannah Anne mumbled "I'll do it." She was shaking uncontrollably as the twins brought the dog over to her. One of the twins pushed her with her foot forcing Anne sideways on to the ground. The dog straddled her.  
  

One of the twins got a cushion and put in under Anne's head raising her face next to the dog cock. The dog sensing what was to come became excited and his cock started to grow. Anne just stared at the dog cock before her, trembling with fear.  
  

One of the twins bent down and took the cock in her hand.  "Taste him." she said as she guided the cock to Anne's mouth. Anne slowly moved forward and took some of his cock in her mouth. She immediately drew back and spat on the ground.  
  

"Guess he gets to fuck Hannah." my husband laughed.  
 

Anne lifted her head and took the dog's cock in her mouth. Just the tip. Then one twin put her hand on the back of Anne's head and pushed her down on the cock.  
  

The dog started working his hips, fucking Anne's mouth with speed. She struggled to keep him in her mouth. Soon his pre-cum was running down her face. The dog was fucking her so hard that she started to gag. She tried to pull away but the twin forced her back onto the cock. 
 

She was starting to panic unable to escape the pounding in her mouth. After a while the dogs pace slowed as he got ready to cum. Then he exploded in her mouth. Unable to move her head she had to swallow. Even so there was so much it started to come out of the corners of her mouth.  
  

When the dog had drained himself in her the twin released Anne's head. She collapsed with exhaustion and shame.  

I confess that I am a horny 19 year old kid. I make my money in the summer mowing grass for some of the people in the town I live in. Last year my girlfriend cheated on me, I had always been a little curious about being with another guy and so I posted a craigslist ad asking if anybody wanted to get together and fool around a little bit. I got a lot of responses and I started talking to a guy who was way older than me.

He started talking to me about the things that he would do to me. He was pretty kinky and I had never done anything like that before. We talked for a while before he sent me a picture. It was only then that I realized that he was one of the guys I cut grass for, and a friend of my parents. I stopped talking to him because I was so embarassed. A couple days later he called my house and asked if I could come over and cut his grass. I agreed, hoping that he didn't know it had been me he was talking to. I had put a picture of my cock on the craigslist ad but I didn't think anybody would be able to tell it was me by that.

I went over to his house and started cutting his grass. It was a really hot day and so halfway through I ended up taking my shirt off. He was standing outside when I did it and I saw him look at me funny but I figured it was just because I have a lot of tattoos on my torso. When I finished up he waved for me to come inside and get a few beers. Since I was under the drinking age, I forgot about how embarassed I was about the craigslist situation and gladly accompanied him inside.

He handed me a beer and we sat down on his couch. Some kind of action movie was playing on the TV, but I wasn't paying attention because I was noticing the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. He stood up and leaned down over me, placing his hands on either side of my head, resting on the back of the couch.

"You ought to be more careful about posting pictures with those tattoos, boy" he said with a smile. My heart was racing now, and he took the beer and set it down on the end table before grabbing me beneath the arms and laying me out across the couch. I'm a small guy only about 5'7" and 150lbs. He is closer to 6'3" and totally jacked. I think he played football down in Alabama in college. So it was easy for him to pin me down. He laid on top of me and I felt his hands groping my body roughly, biting my neck and pinching my nipples until I squirmed. I could also feel his hard cock grinding against mine, and I couldn't help but get hard too.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for your daddy?" He growled into my ear "Or do I need to tie you up like we talked about?" I softly whimpered that I would be a good boy, and I felt his hand sliding between my skin and my boxers, stroking my cock with his rough fingertips. I couldn't help but moan and when he unzipped my pants and took my cock into his mouth I thought I was in heaven. He started to poke his finger at my asshole and I squirmed a little, but when I did that he bit down on my cock. I laid still again and he began working his finger in and out of my ass. The initial discomfort started to fade and I realized that it almost felt good. He pulled off of my cock and grabbed me by the neck as he sat down on the couch.

He forced my head down onto his cock. It was huge, 9 inches long and very thick. I could hardly get my mouth around it. I remember taking in the smell and taste of it and finding it absolutely intoxicating. I had never touched a cock before, but now i was taking his deep into my throat while he continued to finger my ass, adding another finger, and then another. I started to moan softly as he stroked my cock with his other hand, using my hips to help his fingers go deeper inside me.

He pushed my head down on his cock hard, choking me, holding me down on it for what seemed like forever. When he finally let go he grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall to his bedroom. I was thrown face down on the bed and my wrists and ankles secured to the corners. I felt him running his hands over my body. He slapped my ass hard, again and again until I started begging for him to stop. Then I heard the jingle of a belt buckle and he started to slap his belt against my ass and back until I was whimpering and begging for mercy.

I finally felt him kissing the back of my neck. He kissed his way down my spine and down my ass, his tongue circling my asshole before spitting on it again and again. I felt the bed shake as he got onto it. I knew what was coming, I knew it was gonna hurt, but in some way I wanted it so badly.

I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my tight hole and I whimpered, but my asshole slowly started to spread and take all of his cock. "Relax, boy." He moaned into my ear as he pushed harder against my tight hole. I bit my lip and whimpered as his cock started to slide in. He went slow, letting me get used to it. Once it was in he started to rock his hips, just moving it gently at first. I cried out from the pain of his huge cock stretching me so wide, but he just chuckled and started to push it in and out harder and faster. I moaned and gasped and begged for mercy as he pounded my ass hard. He turned me onto my side and started to stroke my cock as he fucked me.

Suddenly everything felt so good. I could tell he was getting close to filling up my asshole with hit hot sticky cum, and I was starting to blow my load already. When I came, my asshole tightened painfully against his cock and he grunted, filling my ass. I could feel its warmth filling up my insides.

He untied me and let me lay ther with my head on his chest as he played with my nipples a bit more, leaning down to kiss me deeply and tell me how good of a boy I was every few minutes. I fell asleep on his chest and I've been his boy ever since.

Almost every other day since, daddy has used my mouth and ass for his pleasure. I've had girlfriends, and none of them knew about my daddy. But it just seemed like girls could never satisfy all of my needs. Even if I was on a date and I got a text from him saying "Daddy is ready" I would make up some excuse to leave. I keep dating girls because I want to get married and have a family one day. But when it really comes down to it, I'm daddy's boy.

My wife's friend came to visit for a BBQ, I've always found her sexy, her luscious curves in all the right places. Her amazing bust always gets my blood flowing when I see her cleavage on social media, I can't count the number of times I wanked over Sophie's pictures, fantasizing about rubbing my cock between her beautiful breasts and Cuming all over her..It's Sunny day for BBQ, I'd been preparing the meat and salads all morning.. my wife outside playing with the children, then sophie comes inside, walks upstairs to the bathroom.I hear the bathroom door lock from the kitchen, my thoughts about her pulling her knickers down in the room above gave me heat. Before I knew it I found myself creeping up the stairs and putting my ear to the door, I could hear the rattle of her belt buckle as she loosened  it, the zip to her fly unglasp as she pulled it apart and pulled her trousers down, the sound of her ass touch the seat and the gentle trickle of her piss dripping in the water... I imagined my face under there as she pee'd on me for being such a bad husband wanting to feast on my wife's friends beautiful pussy. I was a bad boy! I was bulging out my trousers at this point I couldn't help it! I was possessed by lust, I'd wanted to feel her, grope her, penetrate her for so many years. I took my cock out and started masterbating right there on the landing. It was so naughty, my desire was fighting with conscience, what are doing ? I asked myself, You pathetic perv! Look at yourself, wanking away on the other side of the bathroom door to the sound of her urinating whilst your wife's downstairs with the kids. Your disgusting!I was so distracted with rubbing my cock That to my shock and horror the bathroom door suddenly opened! The immediate suprise nearly gave me climax! There she was, standing in the doorway with her jaw to the floor! Seeing me on the landing with my jeans round my knees grasping my erection.. before she could utter a word of "Oh my god!" I pushed her back into our bathroom and shut the door firmly behind us!"Please, please, its not, I didn't mean too" I whispered loudly to her in a panic as I pushed her further into room, "your disgusting" she said as she tried to walk past me to the door." I'm sorry" i said. As she went for the door handle I grabbed her hand from behind, " please don't tell her" I said, "get off me" she replied and as she did I put my other arm round her waist to prevent her moving any further ." I'm so sorry" I repeated again and again.."Get your hands off me" she whimpered, as she tried to riggle loose from my grip I tightened and pulled her closer to waist inadvertently bringing her ass into my crotch "I'm sorry" again I whispered, and as I continued to hold her back from the door I noticed I had pulled her hand from the door handle and now it was inches away from my penis which was still out loose as I'd not had a moment to put it away.. it was flaccid but still throbbing from the excitement, I could hear her breath was short and her body constricted. I needed to calm her, to stop her raising the alarm downstairs. "I'm sorry" again I said honestly but my body was thinking different, without my control my hand pulled her hand into my cock and made her hand palm my balls, I gripped the back of her hand forcing her to squeeze my balls in her palm, to feeling of her soft skin and delicate fingers around my ball sack was amazing I felt the blood immediately rush back to my shaft and make it stand to attention once more."What are you doing?" She uttered under her breath as she tried to slow her breathing, "I'm sorry" ," I don't know", "it's not me" I said but as I did my other hand began to slip up under her blouse and as it did my fingers searched for her breasts underneath, "I don't know what's happening" I said as tears formed in my eyes, lust had taken control of me and my hand finally made it to the promise land under her blouse! I cupped her breast perfectly, so big it was, spilling out her bra as I helped it loose by pulling her bra up as I slid my hand under it taking a lovely handful of a soft and firm breast as I did, I felt her nipple between my fingers, my cock was throbbing hard in ecstasy! I'd wanted to do this for the longest time!This is what I wanted! My body needs it, I squeezed and groped her breasts aggressively and began to kiss her neck, her hand slipped off my balls and up my shaft and gripped it without my assistance, it was with this I knew she was starting to succumb to my advances!She started to pull on my shaft, up and downUp and down just as aggressively as I groped her breasts, so much so I had too pull her hand away as I felt myself get too excited I could feel my balls wanting to unload! "No" I said, letting her breasts go as i did, I felt her body relax as she almost seemed to sigh with relief as if it was all over now...But I pushed her against the door bought her hands above her head and held them there whilst my other hand began to furiously undo her trousers and pull them down from around  waist to her knees.. " I want to feel your insides first" I said... " No" she said "Don't" and as her unheartfelt pleas came unheeded I pulled her french knickers down with such gusto I heard them rip slightly. "It's too late, too late daddy needs this now!" I said as I shoved my cock into her tight pussy, feeling her soft wet insides envelope my cock as I plunged deep inside her!"Yes"  I said "that's what I need!" I thrusted back and forth feeling her silky wetness overflow and drip down the insides of her thighs, looking over her shoulder I saw her little winces as I thrust deeper inside her pussy,I slipped my hand around and begun to rub her smooth shaved camel toe, "I'd always wondered how you styled it" I whispered in her ear as she smiled under her frown, whilst my fingers slid in the crease of her pussy and caressed her clit. Her beautiful mouth dropped open and stayed there whilst I rubbed her silky clit and thrust her methodically, I wanted her to cum, I wanted to feel her pussy throb with the same ecstasy my cock felt.." Gently" she said as my over excited thrusts became increasingly aggressive and deep..."No one's  ever been this deep inside me"She said. "I can't stop" I weeped as I continued to plough her harder and harder."Arghh" she yelped as I felt her body convulse and as it did a deluge of pussy juice splurted out the sides of my cock and her pussy soaking my hand in the process.I pulled out of her as a string of precum from the tip of my cock trailed from her pussy.  I Stepped back admiring My throbbing cock glistening with her juices..I could see her knees shaking as she tried to hold herself up against the door her pussy juices and cum dripping down on her knickers below...The adrenaline was still coursing through me, as she sheepishly looked back at me, a look she gave me as if to questioning what to expect next..."My cocks dirty" I said sternly between breaths..She looked down and gazed at it.."Yes" she said as she swallowed to clear her throat."Finish it and lick it clean" i replied..As I gently put my hand on her shoulder and pressed her down to her knees in front of meRunning my hand up the side of her neck to the back of her head guiding her mouth to cock and as I did she responded in kind.. licking her lips and opening her quivering mouth with her eyes fixed on mine. The tip of my bellend entered her mouth and as it did I felt her wet top lip graze past as did her front teeth as her tongue accepted my shaft and wrapped around it as it slid down deeper into her mouth. My tip began to feel the hole grow a tighter fit as it began to slip into her throat tickling her tonsils as it did.."Ahhh" I murmured as more and more of my shaft entered her mouth... Just as no one had been as deep inside her pussy moments earlier, now too had my cock never been this deep in someone's mouth..."Yes" I uttered, her eyes bulged as if my cock was taking up too much space in her skull.She began to choke and tried to pull back, "no"  I said angrily! grabbing the back of her head with both hands and forcing myself back into her mouth and into her throat.. "daddy needs it" I said as I grasped the back of her skull firmly and hard and thrust my cock as deep into her face as I could! She tried to splutter words of "No" but choked on my cock as she did.. "yes" I said as I felt the pressure build in my balls about to release "yes" I repeated.. "YES" and the moment before I climaxed she bit down in anguish on my shaft! Her teeth thrust deep into my cock, the combination of pleasure and pain spurred me on and I  came deep her throat with an explosion Of cum, blood and saliva in her mouth, "arghhhhh" I screamed ... My wife hears this from the garden and shouted up the bathroom window " are you Alright? "As I continued to flinch and gently thrust in her mouth I eventually pulled out and admired the sight before me... Her beautiful mascara run face, lips dripping with blood, cum and spittle, all manner of bodily fluid cascading over her throbbing breasts as she knelt over the puddle of her cum she made on the floor.."ahhh"  I gasped as another sudden strand of cum came shooting out my cock over her face as i continued to orgasm .."yeah, I'm fine, just caught myself in my zipper " I replied out the window..."Ouch poor babe" my wife replied".

So all this nonstop media coverage of all these people coming forward about sexual harassment, etc, along with being the Christmas season, reminded me of when I was "sexually harassed" by my first boss at my first job out of college. I apologize in advance since this will probably be a long story, but I like to always be as complete as possible when I tell about something that happened to me. Feel free to bug out now if you don't want to read it.

At the time, I was a cocky, full of myself, 22 year old guy and a recent graduate. I landed a good entry level analyst job making what seemed like insane money to me at the time (kind of ironic 20 years later that I thought it was a lot of money). My boss was a married female, in her late 30's, & a mother of two. She seemed so mature and experienced in work and life. I wouldn't say she was hot, but she was attractive and always dressed impeccably.

As I got to know her, I learned that she married her college boyfriend within 3 months of graduating and had her 2 kids by the time she was 25. The "harassment" started with her always telling me that I should make sure not to make the same mistake she did and to live my life a little before settling down. That a person's 20's are meant to be spent fucking as many people as possible and partying like crazy, not raising a family. When my college girlfriend and I broke up about 6 months after I started working there, my boss looked overjoyed and told me "now that you wised up, it's time you started living life. you should go out this weekend and fuck some random girl." Being that I was a very flirtatious, social, and a pretty good looking guy, I actually ended up doing just that. Monday morning she called me into her office and asked how my weekend was. I gave a standard mundane, "it was fine" answer and she said, "bullshit, let me hear it. did you get laid or not?". When I probably turned bright red and was being coy, she said, "ha, I knew it. a good looking young stud like yourself would have no problems getting laid. now tell me all about it",

This sort of minor banter would continue for a while, her always asking me about my conquests and making sure I wasn't falling into the same settling down trap she did. Then she stepped it up a bit and with some of my stories of my exploits with girls she told me she wished she had known me when she was young and how she would have been all over me, but now she's just a "old lady" that nobody finds attractive anymore. "Day Old Bread" is what she would always refer to herself as. I'm sure she was fishing for me to say I thought she was attractive or whatever. She told me how she basically had no sex life anymore. That 99% of the sex in her life consisted of a warm bubble bath, soft music, burning candles, and masturbating to the thoughts of the young guys that she wished she had fucked. She told me that she went to college a virgin, met her now husband at a party the first weekend, and had stayed 100% faithful their entire time together. Yup, she had only been with one guy her entire life. Even with suspecting her husband had strayed plenty, she still never did. "More regrets in life" she would tell me. For my birthday she gave me a present. She said open it when I get home. So I waited and that evening I opened it up. It was a DVD copy of The Graduate and with it a card that she signed "Laura. aka "Mrs. Robinson"" with a smiley face and a heart next to it.

Time continued to go by with much of the same types of conversations, but nothing more. I had been at the job for about a year and a half and for my continuing career growth had decided it was time to move on from the entry level position. I accepted a new job at a different company and gave my notice the first week of December. I was starting the new job the day after New Years and agreed to stay on at my old job for 3 weeks leading up to the vacation I had already planned for Christmas week. Laura said she was disappointed to see me go, but knew I had outgrown the entry level role and she had no opportunity to offer me a higher level job. And even though it was technically going to be held after my last official day, she said I better still get my "cute little ass" to the company Christmas party. I told her I would absolutely be there.

I went to the party which was being held at a hotel ballroom near our office. Was a pretty sweet affair with great food and open bar and a well known band from the local bar scene. The owner of our company definitely didn't seem to skimp on this annual party. Everyone was invited to bring their significant others, though I went solo since I wasn't dating anyone seriously. I finally after a year and a half met my boss's husband and all I could think was what a douchebag he seemed like. Just gave off a slimy, sales guy vibe. I overheard his conversation with one of the other younger analyst girls on my team, Sarah, and he was blatantly hitting on her with his wife within earshot. I totally now understood why Laura assumed he had been cheating on her for years since it seemed obvious to me that he would have no issues doing so and seemingly not caring if she knew. Laura was feeling good with some cocktails in her by the time we got to talking. I will admit, done up in a formal dress, full make-up and hair, she actually looked really good and the dress was very flattering to her figure versus the normal business suits she would wear in the office. She made a point of repeatedly saying she was surprised I didn't bring a date, but glad I didn't so my attention wasn't occupied with someone else being this could be one of the last times we saw each other. Then she started joking and saying was I going to "make a run at a going away fuck with Sarah" now that you didn't work together anymore. Her and I talked about Sarah a few times over the previous year and I said I lived by the "don't shit where you eat" mantra. I laughed and said, "No, I don't think so. Looks like she is occupied." nodding in the direction of her own husband still flirting with the much younger girl. She let out a sigh and mumbled under her breath, "what an asshole."

The night went on and plenty more drinks flowed. I went over to Laura to tell her I was getting ready to head out as I had an early morning the next day. She right away blurted out, "oh I forgot, I have a going away present for you out in my car. Come with me.". We went out to the parking lot and walked to her car. As she walked up to the back door of the car with me following behind her admiring her MILF ass, she quickly spun around and just grabbed my cock with one hand and pulled my head into her with the other and planted a huge kiss on me. I just went with it and started kissing her back. She stopped and said that she had wanted to do that for a year and a half and judging from the growing bulge in my pants I didn't mind it. It was a dark parking lot, but clearly if someone walked near us we would have been in plain view, but Laura clearly didn't care...thank you alcohol! I said what else had she wanted to do, and she just gave a look of pure lust and dropped to her knees without saying a word, unbuckled my belt and pants, which fell to the ground. She pulled my boxers down, unleashing my now fully hard cock and began to perform an expert level blow job on me. For having only been with one guy her whole life, she could suck a cock like a pro! After about 2 minutes of getting head from her, I pulled her up, kissed her and spun her around so her hands were planted on the door frame of her car at the roof and her body slightly bent at the waist with her ass pushed out towards me. I lift her dress up around her waist, dropped to a squatting position and proceeded to eat her pussy and asshole with a wild abandon. She was so wet and tasted amazing. To this day I still remember vividly the taste and no girl since has tasted as sweet. She started moaning and moving her hips like crazy as I was grinding my face into her ass and when she said "holy fuck, that feels amazing" I took it as my queue to rise up and slide my cock into her pussy. I slipped right in and began pounding her hard as I could with her bucking back against me in unison. I could already feel my load building up and I knew I wouldn't last long. She started moaning that she was cumming and that is all it took as I unleashed rope after rope of my hot sticky cum deep inside her pussy. Her legs sort of buckled and I caught her with my arm and held her from behind close to my body. We stayed like that for a short minute to catch our breaths. Then I let go and reach down to pull her dress back down and my boxers and pants back up. She turned and kissed me again and then kind of adjusted her dress back into the proper placement. She just looked at me and said "Thanks for everything you did for me the last year and a half and in particular the last 10 minutes...you've changed my life." All I could muster to say was "No problem. It was my pleasure." And she walked back towards the party and me to my car.

We stayed in casual contact over email and in recent years over social media and I have used her multiple times for glowing references with each new job I have taken over the years. Whether sadly or not, I saw that her husband passed away a while back and she did remarry. For her sake I hope she finally lived a little in between those events. We ran into each other a few times over the years as well but no reliving of that night or anything. It was a total one shot deal never to be spoken about again between us.

So that was my workplace "sexual harassment" story. I never complained to HR or anything else, well because, I am not a pussy, candyassed, snowflake like most people are today. But I guess I can join all the people out there that starve and crave for attention and say.....

#metoo

I confess I cheated on my girlfriend with a really fat chinese girl, and I utterly loved it.

I really want to tell someone, but she is so utterly fat I really couldn't face my friends if they found out. Also the shame if my GF found out. The fact that I cheated on her with such a fat fuck. Here in HK, being fat is a totally shameful, They dont differentiate between fat and ugly here. If you are fat you are ugly.

My adventure begins here (http://motherless.com/VE752740) about how we met and how she wanted to do it, and why I didn't. We were in contact for a couple of years or so, but then we both got busy with our lives in HK and I didnt contact her for almost a year.

We exchanged intimate pics previously and she asked me to delete them, naturally I complied, but not without sending to a hidden hotmail account for later perusal. Nothing too hardcore, no pussy, but just face and cleavage shots and one of her tits.
During the year of non contact I regularly cracked it out to these photos. My GF and I have our own iPads so before bed I would look at this other girl while I'm lying in bed naked next to my actual GF. One time my GF actually caught me looking at the tits pic and asked me if I liked fat girl porn. I was freaking out, but it turned out my GF thought I was just looking at porn, which is still bad but not nearly as bad as if she found out I was cheating on her. It wasn't all bad though, I still ended up having sex with my GF that night. I couldn't believe it. I spent the whole time wishing I was pushing up into this girl in the iPad instead of my actual GF. I believe its quite common to be thinking of other people when having sex with your regular partner, but to have your real sex partner see the girl that you're fantasising over, that really drove me bonkers.

So anyway, a couple of weeks ago the fat girl mails me out of the blue to catch up. By this time I moved into my own apartment (my girlfriend regularly stays, but still stays at her parents house officially, they are a quite conventional family; even having a foreigner bf is quite a big thing for her parents) I joke to her maybe she could come to my new place and check it out. To my surprise, she replies, yes, lets go for food near your place. I sprang a boner right there so hard it actually ached. I even started getting a small pre-cum wet patch leak through to be visible on my pants. I had to crack one out just to get rid of these blueballs feelings and get on with my day.

We finally caught up on Sunday when she was free. After we apologised to each other for not having stayed in contact for a long time, she then got into telling me about herself. It turns out she met another American guy for the last year or so and had been 'together' for all this time. Only trouble is, he speaks no Chinese and lives in California. At that point I'm thinking, how is this really a relationship? But she said they talk every day on Skype, and that he'd been over to HK to see her, and earlier this year she went to California to see him. And they had plans of him moving over to HK for a year or her going over to his for a year. She showed me photos of them together in Disneyland, and they looked miserable. I joked to her that they looked so unhappy together in Disneyland of all places, and she confessed that the last time they met in real life, they just quarrelled all the time. I asked her how much Chinese the guy spoke. She said they only communicate in English. This struck me as being a bit odd because when I first met her, she spoke almost no English. But then again, it probably provides a good reason to learn. My reason to learn Chinese was so I could eat food in HK, without looking like a retard mute and using only hand signs to communicate.

But it wasn't a communication problem. It turned out this guy was crying all the time to her and getting angry at her when she didn't immediately return his mails. I asked her if she thought he had depression and she said, maybe, but I don't know what to do, he already met my parents and I've met his mother. He already asked her to marry him. By this point I realised what a pitiful situation she was in. Her fatness in HK made her an absolute monster in this country. Undateable. And the only men she could attract were either ones who were fine with cheating on their girlfriends, or freaks with mental problems. I did feel sorry for her situation.

Anyway, we finished the meal and I asked if she still wanted to come see my new place. She agreed and the boner popped back in my pants as if nothing was amiss. Only trouble is I had to stand up now and walk out the restaurant. Well no-one said anything, so I'm guessing I either have a small erection or no one noticed or cared.

We got back to mine and I showed her the studio apartment. Tiny, tiny place, 1 room, the bed doubling as the sofa. so we both sat on the bed. I asked her if her own place was any better than this. She said of course, she had 2 bedrooms and separate living room kitchen, but of course it was her parents place. Also, if all I'm doing is sleeping here, then it was more than enough.

Here she was, the girl I was dreaming of for the last year, sitting on my bed. The first time we were in a private space together. I didn't know what to do! I could feel my heart beating. My cock rock solid.
At this point I asked if she wanted a message. I moved to sit behind her on the bed, so that she was sitting between my spread legs, and moved my hands up to the back of her neck. After a few seconds she leaned forward immediately and said "Thank you" - meaning, Thank you, you can stop now. I tried again and she leaned forward again. So I kinda got the message and moved to the side of her. At this point, I didn't know what to do. I sat much closer to her this time and so our legs and arms were touching. She didn't seem to mind, or at least move away. I looked at her face, and when her face turned to look at mine, I moved in to kiss her. we kissed passionately very briefly and then she said she couldn't do it because we both had partners. I then moved back and said OK, if she says no, then I wont push it.
She looked away from me, but then I noticed she was looking down at my crotch. I looked down to see the bulge of my erection with several small wet patches where the tip of my cock was.
She asked me if I came already. What an embarrassing moment. I laughed nervously and said no, its the pre-cum. I didn't know what to do next. Should I stand up and clean it up? Talk about something else? I'd just been rejected (and to be fair, she had her shit going on, its not like she led me on)
She moved her hand on top of my penis and started circling around the wet patch and then moved her finger down the shaft towards my balls. I couldn't believe she was going for this! I moved in again and kissed her on the lips. This time round she kissed me back and didn't stop. I wanted to fuck this girl so bad and it looked like it was going to happen. I tried to put my hand up her shirt by her back, but she resisted this a couple of times, saying she was shy. After the 2nd time, I took off my shirt and got back to kissing her. Although she had other ideas. Her hand moved from my penis to my belt buckle, where she slackened it off and began slipping her had down my underwear. At that point I stopped her, because I knew that if theres enough pre-cum to seep through 2 layers of clothes, the source is going to be a real mess. I stood up and pulled my pants and underwear down to reveal my manhood to her, taking care to use my fingers to wipe off the pre-cum as I pulled my underwear down. As soon as I sat down again, she moved in straight away and started kissing the tip of my penis with her mouth. This then turned into her opening up and taking in more of me in her mouth. I couldn't believe I was watching her suck my penis. After a little while I could feel the urge of an orgasm building and I realised that unless I did something, I was about to blow. I pulled her head away from my cock and kissed her roughly, pulling up her shirt at the same time. This time there was no resistance, and before I knew it we were both naked and making out on the bed. This is when I copped a feel of her breasts.

They were amazing. The biggest I'd ever felt. They had shape to them but when I cupped and squeezed one, they were so soft to the touch. She lied on top of me and I directed her nipple to my mouth. I licked and sucked her left nipple, whilst gently squeezing both left and right breasts with my hands. I could feel her nipple getting larger and tougher in my mouth, much larger and harder than her right nipple that I occasionally circled with my fingers at the same time. These were the tits I had fantasised over for almost a year and they were finally in my face and in my mouth. I was in fucking heaven.

After a while we stopped that and she lied down beside me. I moved on top of her and started on her breasts again briefly before moving down her stomach and down to her pussy. At this point I realised quite how fat she was. She had really large love handles and a really soft shapeless stomach. my hands held her soft stomach and she grabbed my hands and moved them away. Clearly she was not confident about her body, specifically her stomach. I reassured her that she was no worse than women in US, and she had the biggest tits I had ever seen in real life.

I then moved down to her crotch and separated her legs. And there it was. Her pussy. She had taken the time to shave down there, except a small tuft at the top. It made me realise she was expecting today to happen like this after all. I parted her chubby outer pussy lips to reveal her inner clips and clitoris. I noticed a small white line emanating from her pussy hole. Clearly she was enjoying herself.

I moved my head in and started started to lick the top of her vagina ever so lightly. I remembered an earlier comment in my last post (http://motherless.com/VE752740) about how NOT to go down on the girl unless she was literally in the shower. But I was so horny and so was she, I thought I could just take one for the team. Though strangely she wasn't so bad tasting. In fact, she tasted much less strong than my significantly slimmer girlfriend.

At this point she let out a moan and held my head in place with her hand. After a few moments of licking I took my index finger and ran it down from her clit until I found the opening to her vagina.
I pushed my finger inside and I found very little resistance. It was so wet and welcoming it just slipped in. Usually with my girlfriend I have to lick my finger first, and thats only after she asked me to finger her first. I twisted my hand round so that my index finger could press on her G-spot. As soon as I did this she arched her back and moaned. I continued to lick her clitoris whilst still curling my finger upwards and rubbing against her G-spot. I knew that she was quite close to orgasm, but I couldn't quite seem to get her there. She was moaning and at one point I could feel the ring of her pussy hole contract around my finger ever so slightly, but she didn't have the body jerking orgasm I was hoping to see, the one my girlfriend can pull off with a vibrator and my finger.

I tried as best as I could, but my tongue and finger got tired and I had to stop. As I came back up to her I asked her if she had an orgasm. She told me she had many! I couldn't believe it! She lay there panting, a giant mass of flesh, legs apart, a soaking wet pussy. I had to fuck her.

I grabbed a condom and put it on. This was the point were I stopped to consider whether I should really be doing this. If my girlfriend ever did find out, at least I could say we fooled about but at least we didn't have sex. But this girl was right in front of me, the forbidden fruit. she wanted me. I wanted her. I couldn't help myself.

I lined up my penis with her entrance, then gently pushed inside. To my surprise, the ring of her pussy was slightly tighter than my girlfriend's, but as I made my way deeper inside, it was much much softer, and by the time I got balls-deep, I could feel my legs, balls and abdomen touching against her body. It was so warm and soft. Everything just flowed in and out so smoothly. It was the best sex I ever had in my life.

I raised the tempo a little and pumped harder and harder. She could certainly take this increasing roughness. One thing I particularly enjoyed was that because she had a much larger body, I didn't need to hold her down to stop her moving back every time I thrust into her. With my girlfriend I have to either fuck quite lightly, lie right on top of her, or put my hands in a position above her shoulders so she doesn't move back when I thrust into her. I also needed to apply lubricant to the condom. The sex is still great, but that awkward step of taking time out to put on the condom is that little bit more lengthy with having to add lube as well.

A little while later and I could feel myself building up. It was probably a bit sooner than it really ought to have been, but I thought fuck it, she already had her orgasm, I want mine! I started to breath more deeply and thrusting faster and harder. I couldn't stop myself. As I reached the point of no return, she looked directly at me and said something in Chinese. I couldn't quite work out what it was, but I wasn't really in the mood to ask and get the dictionary out. I thrust hard and fast and I came in her, this giant mound of a woman. Afterwards I lay on top of her, I couldn't move. It was like a giant warm and wet cushion. We were both sweating. She felt so comfortable to be on (and in) I loved this feeling so much.

Eventually I pulled out to find I had produced more cum than I had ever done in my life. Those condoms sure are heavy duty. Still, breathless, I looked at her. Finally, after a year of wanting, I finally fucked this fat girl.

Later when we were getting dressed, she asked me if I felt regret. Regret for the best sex of my life? No. No regret. I will say that I really love my girlfriend very much and I still have plans to live with and marry her. However I do know that she be utterly heartbroken and would leave me if she ever found out. Its not great to have the thought you have to carry round the secret of cheating on someone you love. But I will say this, it was utterly mind blowing sex. A life well lived is the result of various experiences, even if it comes at the cost of social conventions. Thank you motherless for giving me this opportunity to share my experiences.

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

truckstop2...continuation

I stumbled down that dirt road on wobbly legs feeling exhausted. I almost fell a couple of times and when I squatted to pee. I went directly to my car and drove home. When I arrived home, I fell into bed and slept until mid afternoon. The first thing I thought of when I woke-up was that I missed work. It was too late to call-in and it would be considered a "no-show". I was also aware of my ass burning from its whipping, and the pain in my boobs and pussy. I got up, took off my dress, and looked in the bathroom mirror. I saw welts everywhere, on my boobs, stomach, legs, and back. My ass was almost blistered; but, there was no blood. I turned on the water in the bathtub and took a long hot soaking bath with lots of suds. As I soaked, I remembered the whipping, and hanging upside down sucking their cocks. Their cum was running into my sinuses and burning; so, I had swallowed as much as I could. After my bath, I applied a generous amount of aloe to my welts and had lunch.

I had to ask my Saturday night date for a rain-check because I didn't want him to see the welts on my body. We had fucked on the last date and I knew he would be expecting it again. The welts faded away early in the following week. At night, I was having reoccurring dreams of being horse-whipped with the whip coiling around my body. Then the end of the whip turned into the head of a snake; and, I would wake up as it was about to sink its fangs into my boob. I tried to rationalize what had happened in that barn. Was I raped? No, I walked into the situation to get fucked, knowing that it could get rough. Was it frightening, yes; but it was also exciting. Would I do it again, that was the unanswered question.

On Tuesday, I received a "get well" card in the mail from a John Smith, who I didn't know. The card simply said to check my sent emails. When I did, I found an email sent to John Smith thanking him for the wonderful time. There were three attachments. The first was an image of my drivers license, the second was an image of me sucking someones cock, and the third was a clip of a woman being fucked on a bale of hay, clutching her partner and begging him to make her cum. That woman was me. I was shocked! They obviously knew my address and had pictures. I didn't know what to do. I checked the pics on my phone and found the same ones. The next day, after letting it all sink in, I added a password to access my cell phone. Then, I emailed John Smith asking what he wanted. He replied saying that he hoped that my bruises had healed satisfactorily. He continued that, with the wrong people, I could have been seriously injured. But,he said it was apparent that I enjoyed the evening, even if it wasn't what I expected. He went on describing pleasure and pain and how they were related. Then he said he would like to meet with me again Friday night. I realized how dangerous that night could have been. Also, I had learned the impact of pleasure and pain. I thought about it for a day; then emailed back that I would see him Friday night with the conditions that there would be nothing extreme or that left permanent marks. He directed me to meet him at a "park and ride" lot near me at 7:30pm. He said to wear the same dress with pink heels and no underwear.

When I arrived, I saw a black pickup truck waiting. I parked, clutched the mace in my purse, and walked over to it. He put the window down and I saw Mike alone. He said to get in, which I did. As we drove away, I was thinking that leaving my car behind made me feel helplessness but excited from not knowing what would happen next. He complimented me on my attractiveness and how sexy my body was. He said that he couldn't stop thinking about me. Then he asked me how I felt when he whipped me with his belt. I said that I was frightened and that it hurt, but not too badly. He said to pull up my dress and show him my bare cunt. I did. displaying my freshly shaved pussy. I use the words boob and pussy; he uses tit and cunt, which seems a bit crude. He asked how I felt hanging upside down sucking cock; I replied that I truly love sucking cock. Then he said that it was obvious that I enjoyed being fucked. He said that there were lots of things he wanted to do with me as long as I was willing. I repeated that I would try as long as he gave me no permanent marks or did anything extreme. When we arrived at his farm, he took me into his house and not the barn.

His house was an older type farm house with wood siding that looked freshly painted. There were area rugs over a hardwood floor; and, his furniture was upholstered and just a little dated. He said for me to sit on the couch and went into the kitchen to get two glasses and a bottle of red wine. He sat next to me on the couch and explained that our relationship was very personal and that, when there, he expected me to call him Sir, and be obedient to his commands. Then he asked me if I liked being naked, to which I said yes. His first command was to take-off my dress. I did, becoming naked except for my heels. Next, he told me to walk around the room and to jiggle my boobs. I did. Then he said to sit down next to him and he fondled and squeezed my boobs and pulled at my nipples. They always respond to treatment and he was pleased. Then he squeezed my nipple hard and twisted it. I gasped but didn't resist. He opened the drawer of the end table and took out a plastic 12" ruler. He bent it back and let it slap my boobs just under my nipples, on the sides, then on my nipples. My boobs turned pink and my nipples were hard. He stuck his finger in my pussy and pulled it out wet. He had me lick it clean. It wasn't the first time I had tasted myself and I do like the taste of cum. Then he attached a paper clamp firmly on about an inch of each nipple and areola and attached a chain to each one. He pulled on the chain. It was painful; but, my boobs are wired to my pussy and it began to itch. Then, he said to spread my legs and he slapped the inside of my thighs. Then he knelt between my legs and began softly biting and sucking my thighs and pussy lips, and licking my pussy, while tugging on the chain and pushing a finger in my ass. When I was almost ready to orgasm, he stopped and slapped my pussy hard, saying its not time yet. Then he took the clamps and chain off my boobs, licked them with his tongue, and sucked them softly. He led me to the bathroom and handed me a fleet enema and told me come out when I was finished. When I walked back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch with his pants off. He told me to kneel between his legs and suck his cock. I did. It was already hard and a bit thicker and longer than my exes. I licked his cock and hairy balls before I began to suck. He stopped me before he came, once again saying that it wasn't time yet. There was a dog collar laying on the coffee table with a gold metal label that said "Pet". He told me to fasten it around my neck.

Then he led me into the kitchen and down some steps into a pantry cellar which had shelves holding canned goods. He opened a steel door and led me down more steps to another room. He said it was built as a bomb shelter and was about 12 feet wide and maybe 15 feet long. The walls, floor and ceiling were concrete and painted a bright red. He told me that we were six feet underground and that, it was sound-proof. My skin felt goose bumpy because the temperature was about 60 degrees. There were large wood floor to ceiling posts down the middle of the room with metal ring at various heights, whips and floggers hanging on the walls, some cabinets, and a number of benches, tables, and a red padded cross. There were also some flood lights on tripods. He took me to a table and had me lie down and put my legs in stirrups like on a doctors examining table. Then he got a plug with a hairy red tail on it from one of the cabinets, put some lube on it, and slowly pushed it into my ass. It was about the same size as a cock and was only slightly painful. He licked my pussy some more until I was ready to cum; then he stopped. He led me to the cross and buckled my wrists and ankles to the ends with cuffs; and, attached clamps to my nipples. He got a flogger from the wall and started whipping me from my thighs to my boobs. The flogging was more feathery than painful, even when he lashed me hard. He explained that he had floggers that would hurt a lot more. I could see my skin getting pink and felt a warm sensation where he flogged me. He told me to use a scale from 1 to 5 to describe the level of pain, with 5 meaning too much. I said 1. Then he got a flood lamp and a camera. I told him I didn't want pictures taken; and, he said that he wouldn't show my face. Then he blindfolded me. The next thing I felt was a sharp sting on my left boob. Then on my right, then my thigh, stomach, and another on my boobs. Pause. Then a couple hard slaps on each boob that made them bounce. Even though it hurt, I was feeling aroused. I've always liked it when men felt and played with my boobs. Then he was wrapping something around the base of my boobs. Pause. I think he was taking pictures. Then, I felt some hard lashes (cane) on both boobs. He did 10 in total. The cane felt different, not like a sting, more like a slap. I liked it better. My boobs were radiating to my pussy and making it itch. Then he applied a vibe to my clit and I orgasm-ed hard. He unbuckled me from the cross and took me back to the table with stirrups, laid me down, and fucked my pussy until I had another orgasm. He moved to the head of the table and fucked my face until he coated my mouth and throat with his cum and told me to swallow every drop. I did. It was getting late by then and he took me back upstairs and gave me a strong drink of whisky before bed. As we drank, he asked me how I felt so far; and, I said I loved it. He said that tomorrow would be even better. Then took me to bed, applied an aloe cream to my "pretty titties" and fucked my pussy again, cumming inside me.

Saturday morning, I had hickeys on my inner thighs and my boobs. I made a big breakfast with bacon, eggs, toast and jam. Afterwards, Mike instructed me to take another enema after taking a shower. When I finished, I found him at his computer emailing pictures to someone. I think they were my pics. He smacked my ass a few times and pinched my boobs. Then he chastised me for forgetting to put my collar on. I went and did that. I was ordered to clean his bathroom and vacuum his living room floor. As I did that, he occasionally whipped my ass with a belt. He asked me what I wanted him to do to me; and, I responded "whatever pleases you Sir". I was starting to learn my role. He said to get my leash; and, he led me back down to the bomb shelter. He told me to get on the table; and, he inserted another butt plug, this one without a tail. Then he said to go to the cross and spread my arms and legs. He attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. They had a soft lining and were attached to the cross with clips that allowed a few inches of movement. He added a blindfold. The next thing I felt were tiny pin pricks that traveled up and down my arms and legs, across my tummy and around my boobs. It didn't really hurt but was tantalizing. I later found that it was a wheel with a handle. He pushed it hard a couple times and broke the skin on my boob and ass, leaving a little mark like a hypodermic needle. Then he taped a vibrating egg in my pussy and turned it on to a low setting. He turned me around on the cross so that I was facing the cross and had my back to him and attached clamps to my nipples. I heard some movement then felt that flogger from Friday night whipping my back, ass, and legs. It was just enough to give me a warm feeling. Pause. The I felt a different flogger that had some sting to it. He asked me how that felt and I said 2. He continued whipping my back side and instructed me to count 20 lashes, saying "thank you Sir" after each one. The lashes were maybe 30 seconds apart, which was enough time for the pain to diminish and for me to feel the egg again. I was definitely feeling warm after that. He turned the egg to a higher setting and I felt my juices beginning to run. The next flogger was heavier and landed with a thud instead of a sting. Each lash jolted me, and I said 3 when asked. He gave me another 20 lashes which required the same counting and "thank you Sir". The warm feeling changed to hot, I was panting, and my legs felt weak. It was becoming difficult to stand in high heels with my legs spread apart. The last flogger was a 4 and the egg caused me to cum after the seventh lash. It was a different feeling orgasm than I had experienced before and it felt awesome. The cum was running down my legs and dripping on the floor. He continued to 20. He told me that I was responding well and turning a nice red color; then asked me if I enjoyed my orgasm. I said "God yes" and Thank you Sir. When he removed my blindfold, I saw a flood light and a camera on a tripod that had recorded my whipping. I said nothing about it. He rubbed an aloe cream all over my back, ass, and thighs.

Mike left me alone for a few minutes and returned with a razor and shaving cream. He ordered me to shave his genitals; and, if I nicked him, I would be punished. He laid down on the table and put his legs in the stirrups. He was kind of hairy on his legs and stomach, which made his shaved crotch stand out; but, I did the best I could. There was hair on his cock and his sack and I nicked him a couple of times. He felt it immediately and said I would pay for that. When I finished and cleaned him with a washcloth, he got up and went upstairs. He returned with bottles of water and a cup of yogurt. He gave me a water, opened the yogurt, and stuck his cock in it. He ordered me to lick it off. I ate the yogurt eagerly just because I was hungry; but, his clean-shaved cock was a bonus. Afterwards, he took me back to the table, strapped me down and brought a fucking machine with a dildo that rotated and flexed sideways. He inserted it in my pussy and turned it on. It moved in and out and flexed so that it alternately contacted my g-spot and bumped my cervix. Then he left me for a couple of hours. The machine drove me crazy and I was moving my hips to get more of the dildo. I don't know how many times I orgasm-ed until I became dry and it became painful. Towards the end, Mike returned and I sensed another presence in the room. There were no voices; but, I felt a different hand on my boobs, squeezing and kneading. A different cock was on my lips and I eagerly took it in my mouth and sucked on it until it creamed in my mouth.

An hour later, Mike released me from the table and took me upstairs. It was 8pm, and we ate a pizza and drank some wine. He took me to bed and fucked my ass for the first time. It didn't hurt at all because I had had that plug in me all day. I fell asleep right away. Sunday morning, he took me back to my car and said he would call me during the week.

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

I hope that you like it.

Chapter Two � The Good Doctor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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