Who would like to watch a bunch of late-teens forced to crawl naked, boys and girls in mixed company, on leashes...their dicks and tits jiggling as they wept from shame and humiliation...

And then single out two to perform sexually in front of those in charge...

I'm married but meth is making me want to be a spic slut that serves BWC.

I had tried it years ago as a teen and hadn't used it for years until a few years ago when a girl friend brought some on a trip to Vegas. It's such a powerful sex drug and it makes me really get into different fantasies that I never even knew I would like...but these fantasies don't go away and the urge to make them into reality only gets stronger every day...

Currently it is the idea of telling a local BWC that I will be turning off my camera and leaving my home's doors unlocked before I go to sleep and then seeing what happens. I hope to get rough fucked forced to be his spic slut. I want to record it too.

I feel like this is a fantasy that I want to experience but just am too shy or nervous to go through with it...

I know when it happens I will be here to confess it 🥵🥵

HI, I have REALLY SICK THOUGHTS...

so here goes...

would you / HAVE YOU ever had sex with a women RIGHT AFTER SHE JUST GAVE BIRTH , like right there in the OR (operation room) - blood and all, would you??..

would you ever have sex with a whore / slut / pros (right after you shot her with a gun) just because she would shut the fuck up and or put out

would you bang a chick EVEN AFTER SHE TELLS YOU SHE HAS ""GONERIA""

Would you ever have sex with a CORPSE (in the coffen - AND , DOUBLE POINTS if its in the GROUND - Just Burried)

would you rape and murder AND THEN FUCK HER all because she didnt give you the time and day (bonus points if you say you HAVE DONE THIS - PIC OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN)

lets say you're in your 20's and 30's , would you let a women who is in her 50's and 60's SUCK YOUR DICK???... how about VICE VERSA....

would you break into a house / apt and BANG A CHICK while she is still sleeping??..

would you have sex with a 12 YR OLD even when your in your 20's and 30's

would you ever force your KID (whos about 9,10,11) to have sex with , lets say... a women whos in her teens and 20's

would you kill a rat with an obo??...

would you put HONEY on your COCK and FUCK A WOMEN haahhaahah (STICKY SITUATION)

would you eat pussy if she was in her... 40's and 50's and 60's...and you're just a minor

EASIEST THING in the world to raise a kid.. IF YOU FOLLOW THE STEPS... 1ST STEP... take the kid, and you put him on the street corner... and you leave him there.... you come back a week later... if the kid is still there... you got yourself a stupid fuckin kid... Then you just proceed from that point... it's all BS folks, ITS ALL BS and It's Bad for ya....

would you tell a chick to SUCK YOUR DICK right after you just took a massive shit!! ahhahahahahahahahahaahah

When my wife was 15 she went on vacation to see family members who owned a farm. While drinking with some teen and a few twenty something guys she got drunk. One dude caught her off guard when she was alone and tried to rape her. She told the guy if she gave him a blow job would he let her go. He said yes and proceeded to pull out his cock. She had never seen a cock but this one was big. She bent down on her knees and took the soft cock in her mouth. She sucked him well and his cock showed itself to be over eight inches long and thick. He grabbed her head and forced the cock down her throat., then withdrew and began again. Her lips sucked his cock head well and after 10 minutes the dude began to cry out like he was going to cum. My wife didn't want to taste his seed but before she could pull away he grabbed her head again and sank his cock back towards her throat and began shooting him sperm. Load after load shoot into her mouth. It was so much she had no choice but to swallow. She was so turned on by being used like a slut her pussy ran like river. He never knew that. He sucked that last drop of his sperm and he pulled up her pants and walked away. She walked back home trying to forget what happened but all night long in bed her fingers were in her pussy.

Does anyone know where to find videos of school girls fighting/bullying? i got at least 10 videos of russian teen girls bullying each other from smotri or something like that 2-3 years ago but cannot find them anymore.
they were bad quality, shot using a cell phone camera. in one of the videos a girl is pushed to ice cold river and not let out from there. in other video girl is forced to lick some other girls shoe and eat from ground. in a third video 3 girls are in a forest next to some abandoned building and 2 of them beat the third one. they also write something into her forehead with lipstick i think.

my girl sucking me, I confess I want nothing more than her to do this to other guys, 20 years old, she's told me all her past sexual experience from when she was a teen, including playing truth or dare with her and 2 other guys which ended up with her naked infront of them and both feeling and sucking her boobs and her having sex with one of them in the shower and him cuming in her mouth,turns me on so much to think about it! So far since we have been together it has been difficult getting her to to anything with anyone else, however she has kissed two other guys and one girl also in this time she also told me that one night a guy forced her to suck his dick for 5 seconds in the back of her friends car! She is so freaky with me, just need to get her to be freaky with others! I want her to do it and send me pics and vids then come home and tell me all the details while she pleases me,thats the dream!

Hello fellow perverts as well as completely normie people who just happened to run into my post by some bizarre coincidence. Today I'd like to talk to you about my formicophilia kink which is the use of insects, bugs and other small creatures such as worms and snails for achieving sexual pleasure. In my case, it's all about ants and snails.

In my post I'd like to answer some questions that are likely to spring up inside your head on learning that someone could be into something this strange and bizarre, namely:

1. How did it start?
2. What does it feel physically?
3. Can it result in an orgasm?
4. Is it safe?
5. Isn't that some form of animal abuse?
6. What does it feel like to be into something like this?
7. Am I actually attracted to ants and snails?

So let's start with the beginning. There wasn't a single moment in my life leading up to or proceeding the discovery of my formicophilia fetish when I'd think "wow, these bugs are so sexy, want to have sex with them". Nope. It all came down to simple curiosity. On one sunny day probably back when i was still a teen I just happened to look at a random trail of ants and asked myself a very important question: "What would it feel like to have my penis bitten by an ant?" By that time I was already very cold-headed about sexual stuff and by that I mean, I wasn't particularly bothered by the fact that the thing I was considered doing could be viewed as crazy, disgusting or anything like that. I was like "it's just some ants, whatever". I should also mentioned that prior to this moment, I probably didn't even see any formicophilia related video on the internet and I had really no particular expectations. I was certainly allowing the possibility that I'd end up completely disappointed.

So, being a determined to satisfy my curiosity I collected some common black ants into a small jar and soon after that I found myself with the tip of my penis stuck halfway into the jar. The ants started to bite my glans almost immediately and... it felt ok. Nothing too painful but nothing spectacular either. It was however good enough for me to realize that there may be something more into this.

After that I started experimenting with new species, including ants that are bigger as well as those that sting. As you can probably guess by the fact I'm still into this, the results were much better. How much better?

This leads us to answering the second question and let me start by saying that nothing has ever brought me so close to the tears of pure joy in reaction to a physical pleasure as having my penis bitten in just the right way by a single ant, less than one centimetre in length. I kid you not, when that happened I realized that everything I knew thus far about my sexual organ and how sensitive it is was false. It was like I unlocked the next level of sensitivity in my penis and everything I experienced up to that point was just a boring warm-up. It's the sort of experience you just want to share with people, telling them that everything they thought they knew about the world thus far was wrong...

But ok, that's an extreme example, it happened only a handful of times and didn't last long enough to make me cum which is very unfortunate.

On average though, it's still an extremely pleasant and stimulating experience. You know, ants have mandibles that are riddled with small, sharp, pointy spikes and it's those spikes that are so amazingly good at stimulating the nerves inside the sensitive tissues of human erogenous zones. When they bite, it's like you're getting pinched in a way that's design to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

As for the stinging ants, these that I tried hardly bite at all and it's all about them stings. And let me tell you, they're just as well adapted for bringing humans sexual pleasures as the biting species. I don't consider myself a masochist and I'm very pain averse, but the feeling produced by having my glans stung by a red ant is nothing like pain to me. It's just a pure pleasure spilling all over my organ, activating all the nerves that normally stay dormant. It takes just one sting to give me a ranging erection and cause my penis to drip pre-cum uncontrollably. It also turns up my sensitivity levels all the way up to 100 making everything else feel better too and not just for a moment but for days so even the regular masturbation with my hand becomes a much more intense experience.

Now, you may be wondering can biting or stinging make mu cum on it's own? The answer is a resounding yes, at least when it comes to biting. I already mentioned that one example of being brought to the verge of orgasm by a single ant but who said we have to limit ourselves to just one ant. Unless I'm in a very remote area which I know no people ever visit, in which case I may decide to have some fun out in the open, I usually collect ants from an anthill into a plastic bag and then take them to my place where I usually apply them one at a time making sure they're all biting nice and deep. However, on at least one occasion I decided to stick my penis inside that ant filled bag (filled may be an overstatement, probably less than 20 ants in there) and within less than two minutes, their bites made me cum, completely hands-free (no skin pulling at the base or anything like that) without any prior stimulation. That was sweet. As for the stinging species, I've never came just from the stings but it felt really close at times. But to be honest, I still haven't experimented with all the possible variations just yet, for example there is this one species with which I only ever played outside but perhaps if I brought it home and was more strategical about application the results would be better leading to an orgasm.

As for the safety, I think there is essentially nothing to fear. Ants are pretty clean animals because the safety of their colony depends on there being no fungi or parasites. Also, the species that I use are too small to possibly break the skin.

The biggest risk is probably overdosing that is, using too many ants at the same time which can be rather unpleasant. I did make that mistake with both the biting and stinging ants. In the first case, inspired by one video I've seen posted here on Motherless, I literally put my penis on top of an anthill that was swarming with ants but that quickly proved to be the wrong choice as instead of getting bitten, my dick got mostly sprayed with formic acid and since I've got no kink for that, it wasn't fun. This ended up with some skin peeling off of my penis. Just to be sure though, that was a very superficial damage that didn't really cause any real pain or discomfort, it simply looked a little bit ugly for a couple days.

As for the stinging species, turns out filling up my shorts with angry ants wasn't such a good idea and after a couple of steps my dick and area around it was in a very serious pain.The swelling and itching that followed was also rather unpleasant. Here I should note though, that swelling only occurs when you overdose the stings, you can actually take quite a few without any noticeable swelling, especially to the glans themselves. I also tried getting my nipples stung and there wasn't much swelling to talk about either. Not sure what the effects on the clitoris or labia would be but it can't differ too much.

So yeah, if you let the horniness take over, you may suffer a little bit, but that is probably applicable to all sorts of sex related activities. Of course, there is also an issue of potentially being allergic to certain substances in ant's venom but that goes for everything too. I should also stressed that after all the times I played with ants, there is no visible scaring, loss of sensitivity or any other unwanted side effect.

Ok, so now let's talk about snails, like the one you see in the picture attached to my post. First of all, how did I get started with snails? Here the reason is a little bit different as I was already into formicophilia by the time I learnt about using snails for sexual stimulation and it all started with some random videos I found on the internet. If you type "snail porn" into google and search by pictures, or videos you'll find the links the the same videos that were inspiration for both my kink and eventually led me to post my own content.

My first attempt was with a very tiny garden snail with a shell probably 1.5 cm long. After seeing giant snails used in those videos I mentioned earlier, I had little hope of getting much out of it but boy, was I wrong. Almost immediately after placing the snail at the base of my penis I started feeling something stirring up inside me and the higher the snail climbed alongside my frenulum, the more intense the feeling was. I was basically at the verge of cumming but for reason I don't remember very well now I decided to remove the snail from my skin. Had he crawled over my skin for just 5 or 10 extra seconds, I would have ejaculated for sure, hands free at that.

However, for the reasons I'll discuss later I wasn't feeling comfortable using wild snails found outside plus I really wanted a big snail on my penis which in turn led me into getting myself some pet Giant African Snails which in case you're wondering, are very easy and cheap to maintain although if you're living in the States, they're illegal there since they're considered an invasive species. Fast forward to today and I'm using my pet snails for sexual stimulation regularly.

If I were to describe the feeling I'd use adjectives such as wet, messy, relaxing, subtle and gentle. In a sense giant snails are the opposite of ants because where ants apply a very concentrated pleasure into a very small area in a pretty sudden manner, with snails, it's all much more spread and sublime.

Perhaps the biggest testimony of how nice it is to have their smooth bodies tightly glued to my penis is the fact that they make me cum on a regular basis and all it takes is for my to hold my dick slightly at the base. The lovely part is how gradual the buildup towards orgasm is while using them. When it comes to sex I live by the rule that it's always best to do things as slowly as possible and snails are just perfect in this respect, in fact they may be better than anything else I ever tried.

Now, as far as the safety is concerned, the reason why I opted for pet snails that were born in captivity is because upon doing my research on snails prior to using them I discovered that they can actually carry some parasites. Pretty much all articles I've read indicated that the only mode of transmission worth worrying about was a direct digestion of the snail itself but I still didn't feel comfortable letting the slime of a wild snail drain down my urethra so that's why I chose to keep my own snails instead. This pretty much ensures that they can't come into contact with any nasty parasites, and in case there were any, they'd die, since snails are merely intermediate hosts.

I bet there will be some people claiming that it's still dangerous but for me personally putting a snail on my dick seems much safer and hygienic than eating raw meat, letting a dog lick my face, or engaging in anal sex that can literally result in feces being forced down the urethra.

Now you may thinking that "wait a moment, isn't that some sort of animal abuse?!".

Let's start with ants because in their case the matter is basically settled already. Ants are simple insects and according to science they're unconscious, little, biological robots programmed to survive and reproduce. They do not have sentience. An ant has no conscious desire to live or to avoid pain, it's just acting according to its evolutionary programming. Ants are in this sense no different than grass or viruses or even plastic toys really and the fact ants are alive has no influence here because life is not a magical property by any means. In other words, you could just as well argue that stepping on the grass is also an abuse and thus immoral.

With snails, the matter is almost equally simple because despite being much bigger in size, they don't have brains and they're believed to be unconscious as well. Is there like a 0.0000000000001% chance that maybe my snails do have some sort of primitive consciousness and they don't like when I'm putting them on my dick? There may be. But it would be ridiculous to suggest that I should respect that probability so much so as to stop using them because by that logic, that is, if we agreed that even the tiniest risks (in this case, the infinitesimal chance that my snails are feeling some sort of primitive discomfort) should be considered more important than the benefits (in this case, giving me, a human, a conscious being a great deal of physical pleasure) we'd live in a perpetual state of paralysis unable to make any choices. Furthermore, it's not exactly possible to force snails into doing anything because if they're really unhappy, they can simply hide inside their shells or refuse to stick to a given surface. So it's probably safe to assume being on my penis isn't exactly the end of the world for them.

Lastly, I think any person attacking my fetish on the grounds that it's immoral or unethical should first have a look at the real source of animal abuse which is the meat production. Most people eat waaaaay more eat than they need to survive or to stay healthy even though they have access to and can afford switching to a green diet. They just like the taste of meat or are too lazy to change their habits. What I'm trying to say here is that if you're fine with your friends eating meat even if they don't need to, and you think that's fine, then you have absolutely zero grounds for thinking I'm doing anything wrong.

But it's not that I think I'm doing something that is merely less wrong than the thing someone else is doing even if that other thing is worse by many orders of magnitude (commissioning the killing of a cow with a high capacity for consciousness vs putting a snail, an organism with probably no capacity for consciousness on a penis). I don't think I'm doing anything wrong at all.

This brings us to the last question which I think people may have which is how I feel about my own fetish. Do I feel guilt, shame, would I get rid of it if I could? Or maybe I'm somehow proud of it? The answer is, it's alright. I'm not proud of something I had no real influence over, I didn't choose to enjoy having my dick bitten by ants or covered in slime by snails. And I don't feel shame or guilt. Like I said, I don't think I'm doing anything even remotely wrong on moral terms. I also don't think it's dirty or disgusting, I think anal sex is genuinely much more gross than whatever I can possibly do with ants or snails. And I wouldn't get rid of my kink even if I could. How would that even look like? Suddenly they'd make my penis insensitive to the bites? That sounds more like making me objectively worse off.

It does feel a little bit nice though, knowing that I'm experiencing something that so very few people in the world have the opportunity to experience. The fact it's such a taboo and forbidden fruit arguably makes it even more hotter.

We're nearing the finish line so let me just stress once again that I do not feel attracted in any way to insects or snails. I never look at them in a way that is similar to the way I look at attractive women. Instead I view them more like object or tools, similar to the way I treat sex toys. Yes, they're alive but that really isn't as important as some people think it is. Being alive simply means the machinery is working and can produce new machines. The relevant part is consciousness and capacity for it which both ants and snails lack which means it justifiable to treat them in the same way as inorganic matter. When i discovered that ants and snails can be use to achieve sexual satisfaction it was like when I first used a fleshlight or a vibrator. I didn't fell in love with those toys, it's just that now I'm aware of what they're capable of. I'm saying this not because I think actually finding insects attractive (if there even are such people) is something to be ashamed of but to show, that you can use and enjoy them regardless of that.

Actually, I'd lie if I said I didn't think that people should give formicophilia a try. At the worst you'll get to experience something unique, at best you'll discover a new form of pleasure that will be at your disposal for the rest of your life. I'd especially recommend formicophilia to all BDSM people. If you guys and girls enjoy beating, crushing, strangling, whipping, piercing and all these other things, then I see no reason why you shouldn't enjoy playing with insects, not just ants, but I think ants are the best and perfect for beginners. In general, any self-respecting sadist or dom should consider using ants on their partners.

Lastly, let me also note that overall I'm just a guy, I study, I have a functioning family, friends, as well as many other hobbies and interests. Formicophilia is just a small part of who I am. I mention this because all too often kinky people are viewed with the assumption that their kink is what fundamentally defines them, that it's somehow their essential characteristic and everything else is just build on top of that. But that's just pure nonsense to me. If you meet me in the real world you'd never guess what I'm into unless I just told you. The same applies to all people.

I hope that proved at least somewhat interesting. Feel free to ask me questions regarding anything, especially if you're unconvinced by anything that I wrote. And if you want to see more examples of formicophilia in action, feel free to visit my profile since I'm going to upload my stuff regularly, for the foreseeable future.

All teen sluts of this planet should be forced by law to gather at the city centre in order to offer their sexual services to horny men.

young teen gets forced to suck a cock!

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For my protection and my friend this is a fantasy story. it is up to you to decide if it is true or not. but i am not saying that it is. This did not really happen. But, if it did, I would be confessing something that has haunted me for 2 years. My wife of 10 years died of an aneurism suddenly while she was at work. She was an executive assistant for a large company in San Francisco. We had no children. A friend of hers called me in tears before the police arrived at my place of business, which I will not identify. Oddly, I was composed while being told on the phone, kind of. I kept repeating "what?, what?" as if I didn't understand what she was saying. Her crying and sobbing made it clear this wasn't a bad joke. But, I just kept saying "what?" "what?", getting a bit loud at the end. None of my coworkers noticed my demeanor given the nature of our work. My reaction could have been consistent with a normal business call. I cannot explain. I don't remember hanging up the phone. I was sitting there with my mind spinning. trying to make sense of the phone call. I was in complete denial. After a few minutes, I started playing solitaire on my laptop. crazy, i know. but, i didn't know what to do. somehow, the game actually distracted me and I managed to put the phone call behind me. I was strangely at some kind of weird peace. But then I fainted when I saw 2 uniformed police officers standing at the end of the hallway asking a coworker which one was me. When she pointed at me, I suddenly blacked out from shock. They revived me shortly. I did not injure myself in the fall. The older female officer asked me to confirm my name, and then told me what I already knew. I got sick. I threw up until I was dry heaving. I could not believe it. I became hysterical and had to be escorted out by the officers. I didn't really think about it until we arrived at the hospital that they were taking me to identify her body. I panicked. But, a doctor gave me something, I presume a sedative shot. It calmed me down real quick. When they lifted the covering to show her face, i was calm. probably from the drugs. i said, yes that is my wife. next thing I knew I was home. The county medical examiner conducted a pretty quick autopsy to determine the aneurism. I thought those things took longer than that, but I guess they had a good idea what it was and scanned her brain to confirm it.

Her mom took care of the phone calls and funeral arrangements as I was in complete despair. Something that no one knew is that my wife and I were getting a divorce. We had not seen a lawyer or told anyone, yet. She asked for it. That also devastated me. I am an average looking guy, but she was practically a model. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. she was 5 ft 3 in., 120 lbs. light brown hair with hazel eyes. Now she was dead at the age of 33. We had not had sex in 5 years, despite my best efforts. She eventually told me that she had no interest in sex. I did not suspect she was having an affair. I knew her better than that. She knew it was hurting me, so we went to a few specialists and she was diagnosed with hypoactive sexual desire disorder. I did some research and now believe that it could be related to the aneurism that eventually killed her. She was going to file for divorce so that I could find someone who could fulfill my needs. I did not want it but she was very adamant.

A older man I met at church about 3 or so years before this tragedy, ended up being the guy who would be her embalmer at the funeral home. He came to my home to tell me and ask if I wanted him to get someone else, someone I didn't know, to do this THING to my wife. I told him no. it was his job and I trusted him. He kept offering to ask for another embalmer, but I assured him i was fine with it. He was very kind and gentle. He offered his condolences with a tear or two to match my own as he headed for the door. Before I shut the door, he turns abruptly, as if he had forgot something, and asked me if I wanted to see her that night. The transfer to the funeral home from the hospital had already been made. She was in a refrigerated unit at the funeral home. He was going to start the embalming process in the morning once all the paperwork had been filed. I don't know why exactly, but I said yes. I followed him to the home. it was late, probably 11 pm, maybe later. He told me that he was not supposed to do this, so please not to let anyone know. I assured him I would not.

I was expecting stainless steel drawers with handles, like you see in the movies and tv shows, but it was a decent size room that was refrigerated. inside, were three gurneys with people who had died that day. One was my wife, another was a 70+ year old man who had died of a massive heart attack earlier that day while having lunch with his wife. He was a large man, maybe 6 ft 2, 270 or 290, i don't know maybe 300. big guy. the covered body on the third gurney was shaped very similar to my wife. He told me it was a girl who was a passenger in a car with another girl who crashed while texting and driving. the driver lived. This girl, was not wearing her seatbelt. she was thrown fro the vehicle and broke her neck. died instantly. He couldn't keep talking about it. for some reason, the young girls death chokes him up and effects him more than even my wifes. I assume it was because she was so young. a mere teen. He starts to say something, but stops.

So, he's quite emotional after this day and says I can stay as long as I like, until he comes back to get me or I came looking for him, whichever happened first. He was going into the chapel area to nap on one of the benches.

he left me alone with three dead bodies in a cold room. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I approached my wifes body. I pulled back the covering. There she was, as I had seen her before. I stared at her still made up face from work. They hadn't had a chance to clean her up for embalming yet. She was very white, kinda bluish. But, still just as attractive as the girl I fell in love with in college.

I guess it was an impulse. without even looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled the covering down to expose her breasts. I don't know how its supposed to work, post morten, but her nipples, which I hadn't seen in 5 years, were very erect. Her breasts are not very big. She is a small b cup, but still very perky for her age. NOW, I looked around and even went to the chapel to see if my friend was awake. He was snoring loudly.

I suddenly, with a very confusing mix of guilt and excitement, started getting hard. I hurried back to the cold room. I realized I had left the covering half off while I checked on my friend. I didn't bring a jacket, so I was pretty chilly, but my blood starting flowing and suddenly I began to warm up. I pulled my phone from my pocket. i was going to take some nudies of my dead wife. at that point, my cock had taken over and I didn't care how messed up any of this was.

so, with a shudder, I pulled the covering all the way off to the floor. I was in shock. I was expecting a bush, considering she had no interest in sex, but there she was... with the thinnest most perfectly trimmed landing strip I had ever seen on her. I was naturally confused, but didn't waste time wondering "why" she did it, or possibly "for whom" she was doing it. I started snapping photos and got very excited.

that's when things got out of hand. I was so turned on, I wanted to see her pussy. on the table, her cold outer labia was flesh colored and closed. I spread the covering on the ground and picked her up to put her on the floor.

rigor mortis is unsettling to say the least. while her legs and arms did bend down under the weight of gravity, her left leg and left arm seemed to stay more stiff. even her head didn't fall back like I would have expected.

i got her to the floor. and had a difficult time getting her legs to come apart. I finally figured to massage the legs to make them more pliable. eventually, she lay on the cold floor, naked, legs spread showing her perfect and tight pussy. and she was dead.

i didn't stop to think. i kept taking pictures and then realized... i realized the obvious. it was cold, but I got my pants down to my knees and knelt to the floor.

I don't believe in god like most people. i believe in a higher power but don't think he pays any attention to us. i hope I am right. i put my cock against her freezing cold pussy. rigor mortis, no moisture in her pussy, no lubricant. i was screwed.

i had gone this far. i wasn't going to be denied the pussy that was legally mine, at least while she was alive. I started going through drawers. finally, two rooms down the hall, I found some lubricant that I didn't even want to think about why they had it.

Back in the room, I dropped to the floor. I greased up my still throbbing cock. then, gently started applying lube to her pussy. it didn't feel as soft and fleshy as i remembered, but once I got my cock in, I remembered the ecstasy of having sex with my beautiful loving wife.

her eyes were closed, so I wiped my hands and opened them. I was a little surprised when they stayed open. I was fucking my dead wife as she seemed to look at me. I suddenly came harder than i can ever remember. it just kept pumping cum until it started oozing out her vagina.

i fell to the floor next to her. started playing with her erect nipples. and it wasn't more than 2 minutes before my erection returned.

as i lay on the floor, i could see the other two gurneys against the wall, side by side... then I got an evil thought in my head. yes, you know what I did.

I jumped up. penis purple and throbbing out of control. I walked slowly over to the other dead girl. I had no idea what she looked like.

I pulled back the cover and my jaw dropped. she was the most perfect looking blonde I had ever seen. her hair was cut short, up to her neck. And if i had any doubts about if she was a natural blonde before, I just saw the proof. a small patch of silky blonde hair sitting on top of her pussy mound. her tits were also not very big, but thats okay. she had thin, but muscular legs that made them look longer than they were. I noticed a nasty scrape on her left arm and left hip. not too big, and they had been cleaned.

the sheet goes to the floor next to my dead wife. this girl was even lighter than my wife. And somehow she seemed a bit more limber. I don't know why. I repeated the process., massaging her legs until they parted and revealed the smallest set of pussy lips I've ever seen. In a perfect clam shape with still some rosy pinkness left. her lips were also fuller than my wifes. not a lot, but they were cushiony to the touch. I took some books from a nearby shelf to put under their heads so I could see their faces better.

The girls eyes were still closed. When I opened them, they were bright gray, like so many movie stars. except for the scrapes from the accident, her flesh was smoother than my wifes, as a teen girls flesh would be. My wife was stunning. The perfect sex object now displaying her wares. And now this strange girl, legs spread, bright gray eyes appearing to look into mine. neither naked female able to smile, since they were dead. I make sure everything ls lubed appropriately and just before i enter this fresh coed, it occurs to me to check something.

I pulled apart her lips and with some work, and found...a hymen. if there is a god, i'm going to hell anyway. I gently enter her. looking into her eyes, then over at my wife who was now watching me fuck a dead teen girl. when I said her pussy was small and tight, and now a hymen? I wasn't kidding. I have an average size penis, about 5-6 inches. but, the blood had been pumping so long, I has as thick as I was long at this point.

I started to think it was't going to work, then decided I was going to MAKE it happen. the lube was adequate. I pulled back for a forceful thrust and grabbed her shoulders for support as I pushed hard. i felt ripping flesh. i mean lots of ripping flesh. i looked down and saw some blood. just what rubbed off her vagina as I made her a woman. I kept going. my god, it was impossibly tight. within a minute, i had again cum more than i thought i had in me.

i cleaned myself off, thinking it was time to put everyone back in place. but, i saw them again. lying side by side. these two beautiful women, totally naked. and totally mine to do as I wish.

I rolled the both over. they could have been mother and daughter. perfect asses. just absolutely perfect. i lubed up. started pumping my wifes asshole. When she was alive, she said that is something she would NEVER EVER do. out of the question. Yet, there I was. pushing my cock into her asshole. it felt a little, grainy, i guess? but obviously very tight. She was dead. I could go as deep as I wanted. I pushed and pushed, grinding into her cold, but bouncy soft ass cheeks. it felt incredible.

then, the girl. it felt about the same, but her ass was smoother, heaving and swollen, although, quite cold which I had gotten used to. I managed to lift her to her knees, sort of. i grabbed her tits and pulled myself into her as deeply as I possible could. that's when the final and most powerful gushing of cum started. I'm laying on her back kissing her neck as my cock empties into her. at that moment i thought of the girl who was driving. how much more guilty she would feel if she saw her friends hymen and asshole torn to shreds because she couldn't wait to text later.

an hour or so later, I had cleaned everything up. found new coverings. the old ones were quite dirty now. and had both in place and looking pretty much like they did when I arrived.

i put the dirty sheets in my car and trashed them later.

after I was sure i had all in order, i woke my friend, the embalmer. he was embarrassed he has slept so long. I told him it was fine, because I got to say goodbye to my wife.

He tells me he is going to stay and start the embalming since its almost morning, anyway. He walks me to the door. gives me a hug and tells me again how sorry he is. then...what he says next, well, that is why I'm confessing today. I'm an evil person. More than you know. My friend, who was kind enough to bring me to the funeral home to see my wife... he tells me what he was too emotionally choked up to say before his chapel nap.

that poor girl in the room with my wife? that was his granddaughter. She had just graduated high school and was heading to a Purity Pledge meeting before heading to Summer Camp. A Christian group of teens that pledge to maintain their virginity until marriage. He said to me that the only solace he could find in this senseless death, is that she will go to her grave having kept her promise.

Yes. I am going to hell.

I'm looking for a video of two lesbian teen girl: one mistress forced the other one tho smell their sneakers then to lick her ass and pussy. The slave girl is blonde and gym dressed.

I've seen it a long time ago online, but I'm unlucky to find it again.

Thanks!

Jeff Martin had always been a little on the strange side. He was not really slow, but was not quite right. He was raised by his grandmother, a very mean and controlling woman. From Jeff�s upstairs bedroom window he would, watch the neighbor women as they went about their lives as he stroked his what most would consider, enormous cock. Growing up, Jeff was made fun of all of the time. He never had a girlfriend or even kissed a girl. Several years after the passing of his grandmother, Jeff decided to change that. It was two am when Jeff left his house and with a duffle bag of necessary items, headed for Williamsburg. On his way, he came upon a couple of women broken down along the road. Sarah and her nineteen year old daughter Megan was on their way to Miami for a week of sun and relaxation. Jeff drove around the car at first, then stopped and slowly backed up to the Grand Am. With his grandfather�s 38 revolver stuck in his belt he made his way to the stranded women.
�Oh thank you for stopping .�
Sarah said in her sweet flirty voice.
�Our car died, we�re in a dead zone so our cells don�t work.�
Jeff ignored her ramblings. His thoughts were on Megan. The snobby, dark skinned teen was leaning against the driver�s door, listening to her mp3 player rolling her eyes at her mother�s endless babble. He walked to the car door and when Megan stepped away from the car Jeff grabbed her. He pressed the revolver to the girls head and forced them into his grandmother�s minivan. He laid them face down and tightly tied their hand and feet. A strip of duct tape quieted their pleas for freedom. He covered them with a blanket and headed for home.
The garage door closed as Jeff opened the side door on the van. Pulling the blanket back, he stood for a few minutes as if admiring his new toys. He carried Sarah in first, setting her in a chair at the foot of his bed. Megan struggled the entire time as he carried her in and laid her on his bed. He stood above her, his cock painfully hard. He loved to see her scared and crying. She closed her eyes and turned her head when he began rubbing his cock through his stained blue jeans. He left his young beauty long enough to tightly tie Sarah to the chair. He stood behind Sarah and leaned over with his mouth to her ear.
�There used to be a girl down the street that looked just like her. �
He whispered.
�I really liked her but you know what she did? When I asked her out she laughed at me in front of the entire class. People made fun of me for years after that. That�s ok though. I�m gonna pretend that your girl is her and make up for all of the shit that little Bitch put me through.�
He walked over to Megan as Sarah broke down. He pulled the nineteen year old up by her wavy long hair and clamped his hand on her throat.
�I�m gonna fuck you, and whip you and make you hurt just like AI have hurt for years.�
He growled as her face turned red from his grip on her neck. He let her fall back to the bed and pulled a knife from his jeans pocket. The blade sliced through her clothes like they were made of tissue paper. He rolled Megan on her belly and pulled her hips in the air. He wrapped his arm around her thin waste, holding her in place.
�You�re a worthless cunt.�
He said making a fist and punching her shaved pussy. She cried out and thrashed around as he hit her crotch over and over again with his fist. He dropped her on the bed, rolling her on her back and sat on her stomach. Her amazing, firm titties stood proud from her chest. He took her erect nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She squealed as he pulled and twisted them so hard she thought he was going to tear them off. He stood on the bead above the frightened girl and removed his jeans.
She was terrified as the length and size of his cock. He re-tied the girl so her wrists and ankles were both secured to the head posts, her legs wide open and high above her head. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed the tip of his cock against the wet opening to her cunt. He pushed hard, his massive cock inching its way inside of her tight pussy. She cried and whined as the mass was hurting her already abused snatch. He instantly began to ride her fast and hard. All she could do was cry. It felt as if he was about to split her open. His cock slammed painfully into her cervix as he hammered away at her.
Her pussy became wetter and wetter. Her white cream covered the base of his cock as she felt a hard orgasm building. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she came and came hard. Her body shook and tightened in waves of utter pleasure. She came over and over. His bed was soaked from her gushing pussy. She could no longer control her own body. His massive meat had taken control of her. Although the pain was still there, the pleasure had taken over. As quickly as he had started he stopped. She felt him start to put it back in her but he was too low. She began to panic as she felt pressure on her virgin ass. She started to freak out as the tip of his cock slowly forced her rectum open. By the time the head of his cock was in her ass, she was past the point of pain. As he pushed the mass of his cock in her she was nearly in hysterics. She had never had anything hurt so badly in her life and she was helpless to stop him. He pulled from her only to show her the streaks of blood from tiny blood vessels that had broken. She freaked out even more when he with no mercy drove his cock deep him her once again.

When my wife(19) left me(22) I was mentally broken and I let a lot of people use me. well not that many but a few. In particular I had my first same sex experience. I am not attracted to men. but for some reason I was absolutely willing to be truly abuesd. there were four(almost 5) men and three girls and one much older woman I did things with. the first experience He was between 40-50 chubby stubbly and actually not handsome in anyway. he made me into a regular fuck. he'd come around 2-3 times during the week and use me. the first couple of times were just oral. he told me to be in just a t-shirt and boxers when he arrived. the very first time he told me to get on my knees open my mouth and stick out my tongue. i closed my eyes. heard him unzip as he asked i if had ever sucked on a dick before. I replied, no. I think he liked that. he shoved a weak semi hard cock into my mouth and told me to suck him till he finished. he made me deep throat the first time. I didn't throw up or gag too bad. he wasn't as long as me but he was thicker. he finished on my face and said to be on my knees mouth open just like today next time he came over. he said he wanted me to call him daddy.

The guy liked my quietness and submissiveness and said I was very cute. he eventually got me to give up my anal cherry. he started by pulling me to my bed told me to set up doggy style he pulled down my shorts and licked my hole. I was so shocked and scared. I started apologizing but he said I was clean and he liked how I tasted. i tried to tell him not to because I afraid of catching something. I didn't want him to fuck me. he said he had a rubber and made me slide it onto him with my mouth. then he licked my butt some more and spit n it. I was so embarrassed. he slid it in and fucked me telling i was such a good boy. he kept at it for a few minutes then said the condom was probably making it hurt more and took it off and slid back into me before i could reply. he pushed my face down into the bed hard so to keep me from resisting. I was scared I felt raped and dirty and violated. I could feel him building up to orgasm as he said i'm going to breed yu. I started struggling and trying to push him off but he just held me down Ive never been very strong. he started saying be a good girl and take it. then he came in me. it was a lot there was so much. i just layed there cum dripping from my butt hole. he started chatting saying how good and nice i was as he started fingering my wet hole. I kinda felt good that i made him feel good but also like i was just raped because he didn't stop when he should of.

he kept fucking me for about 4-5 months 2-3 times a week sometimes less. he wanted to be my daddy and i had to be his little girl. he always preferred to cum in my ass. i tried to get him to use my mouth but he'd use it to get hard then he'd flip me around and slide in like i was property. i just finally gave in and let him tell me what to do. he preferred to take me doggy though a couple of times he spoon fucked me pinning me down my legs hooked immobile in his, my arms pinned and his hand on my throat. sometimes he'd make me cry and he'd muffle my mouth or force me to suck on his fingers. I finally cut him off when he started calling me his bitch and he was gonna breed me like a bitch in heat. he usually talked awful like that but it got worse and worse and when he wanted me to give it up to his dog i didn't let him come back.

I then found another guy(Teen) but i was scared after that first guy and just sucked him off till he came in my mouth. I never talked to him again.

There was another guy(30's) but he didn't like me and got super paranoid after he smoked something. Maybe pot but I think must have been stronger cause he kinda flipped out.

the fourth guy(20's) was a random thing and had a huge piercing on his junk that made me bleed he came in my ass because he ripped the condom. he was nice enough but he left me dripping cum and blood so I never saw him after that.

The fifth guy(50's) was big bristly fat but scary strong and gray. he took me to his house after finding me online. it was a long drive(longer than he said it would be) maybe 40 min I was so scared. deep into the country. truly the middle of nowhere. He had an incredible house was well off. very smart. gentlemanly. but he scared the living out of me because i don't get lost easily and I was really lost. I had smoked a huge 2gm joint before he picked me up. when he got me to his house he made me lots of sweet cherry alcohol drinks(hard stuff too) and then gave me something called a popper to sniff i've never heard of that or since but the whole night was disorienting. I'm tall and slim nerdy and with few muscles and he was built like a brick house short thick and he had muscles. he had gay porn on and asked if i would dress up cute for him. He pulled out a few boxes of women's clothes and kink outfits I of course gave in. I dunno why. I'd never cross dressed before. He picked out the kind of clothes that drove me wild when I was with my wife. A long tight thin dress(the grope fantasy kind) nylons a black bra and matching panties. he said he wanted me clean so he showered and washed and shaved me before he dressed me. I didn;t have a hair left(except on my head) after he was done. The whole time he kept up with the alcohol and poppers. I was feeling pampered and feeling good. Between my submissive nature and all this attention and admittedly the fear I was getting truly turned on. He asked if he could tie me down but I couldn't let him. I was far too afraid. He told me I was passable or more or something. and he loved me and I really gave into him. I dunno why(maybe the drugs and stuff) but I let him have it all. He took me so many times that night I lost count. I fell asleep in his bed with him. and if my ass brushed into his cock he took me again. he fucked me in ways I was sure would break my body. he put my ankles up next to my head and I thought I would die. In the morning before he would drive me home I had to cum for him. That was the first time a guy had ever expected me to cum. I always had just given. Even with my wife I had mostly given though I did cum often in and for her. I'm not easily pushed to orgasm. So he made me lay in his bed stroking myself until I came. when I got home I fell asleep with his cum still in me and he had fucked me so hard long and roughly I was bleeding again. I of course never contacted him again but I've been tempted. The way he treated me was really well even if the whole ordeal made me feel like i was going to be murdered. that was my last bi/gay experience.

i might tell the stories of the girls i did stuff with during my breakdown but I mostly just wanted to get this out there. I'm a loner and I don't have any family so I've never had anyone to confide in I also have high functioning autism and PTSD from being orphaned and put in the system. Might be why I took my separation with my wife so hard. that and the abuses she inflicted on me. I'm just looking for any genuine thoughts. I don't want to be heckled. I know that what I did was weird and disturbing and dangerous. But I wasn't my normal self. So yea. that's about it.

hey saw a vid on here the other day of a guy pissing in heat shaped bowls and then forcing his teen slave to drink the piss. It was super hot and now i cant find it. Does anyone know this vid and if so could you post a link?

Don't be so hard of Motherless. They had a nice run. Lets not forget this site was around after the wild west days of the internet. Lets not forget the internet was just a uncool place for nerds at one point. Once it became mainstream with twitter and facebook it was just a matter of time.

Lets do a run down. First there were the porn sites. Then came the brute force hacks. Proxies and wordlists ahh great times.

Then came the webcams. I still remember in the 90's this chick putting a bottle in her pussy while I was on netzero and my 8gb computer kept freezing my cam. Oh msn when you had to share ip numbers or something to connect.

Then yahoo with the cam rooms talk about wild times and so many hacks. Who remembers the pop up hack that would send hundreds of pop up messages to lock your computer. What about typing in Brittney Spears in your address bars and getting your computer locked.

Then came the teens with webcams before parents knew what the heck was going on. Later the chan sites to share win...whatever the age.

Then youtube with the option to search for tags and get so much win.

Then the tube sites like xhamster and others.

Forums ran wild for awhile also with the nsfw stuff.

Finally was Motherless which still allowed alot but hey they still do but we all know they are trying to fight a losing open porn battle. Don't be mad at this site because I"m not and have gotten many a good vids saved.

Just want to claim rape victim number 7 poor score I know spread out as it is over 25 years.
Number 1= Teacher wasnt too bad looking but seemed to have a beef with me so give her the beef a few times without a permission slip lol.
Number 2= Friends sister whilst she passed out Drunk.
Number 3= woman who worked in jobcentre whilst attended an interview about my future guess she didnt see that coming.
Number 4= an ex female friend keep trying to get her to go out with me one day she was making me serious horny so raped her friendship over,
Number 5= My mother in law always wanted the pussy my wife came from I did try to talk her into sex but ended up having to take her forcefully.
Number 6= maybe the worst 1 a young teen schoolgirl was going though a phaze of fancying teen pussies and this 1 used to always manage to flash her underwear at me I tried to pick her up and got called pedo etc so raped the wee bitch instead.
And finally number 7= woman in work has been driving me nuts for few years now got her in a quiet area and raped the cunt.
Maybe not something I should be proud of but I am and hey who knows what slut is next.

I confess I am a boy.

I began a sexual relationship with a very dominant man who was old enough to be my father shortly after I turned eighteen. I remember the first time I went to his home. I was so nervous I thought I would faint at his doorstep. I remember vividly how he swung the door open and pulled me inside by my belt.

We had communicated online for a few weeks before I came over to his place about what he wanted me to do. He had convinced me to shave myself hairless from the neck down that morning, and then go to the store and buy some teenage girl style panties. He'd told me to then go to the sex store in town and buy a metal cock ring, all of which I did that day.

I got home and put on the cock ring and the little girl panties, then told my parents that I was going to a friends house to study. I took several adderall to make me feel more horny and kinky, then drove to his house. Several times I almost backed out because I was so nervous, but I ended up walking to his front door and knocking lightly three times, then tying a blindfold around my eyes and handcuffing myself behind my back as he had instructed me to. I hadn't really felt comfortable doing that, but he said if I didn't he wouldn't pet me inside so I did it. I wonder about how dangerous of a decision that was all the time.

He had dragged me into his dark home and spent the next several hours making me deepthroat his cock, forcing several toys deeply into my throat and my ass, and then uncuffing me and making me get on all fours and fuck myself with a big realistic dildo while he watched. as I fucked myself as hard as I could with the big rubber cock, he knelt in front of me and fucked my mouth until he came all over my face.

Once he finished cumming on me, he flipped me onto my back and smeared his cum from my face onto my shaved cock, then masturbated me hard until I came all over my stomach. He then scooped my cum up in his hand and forced it into my mouth and all over my face.

He then really roughly took me by the arm and dragged me to the front door. He took all my clothing and threw it onto his front stoop, then quickly pushed me outside while I was still blindfolded with my cum all over my own face. I took off the blindfold and saw that the sun was about to come up, so I dressed quickly on his front porch and drove home. I don't know for sure, but the more I think about it the more I am sure that this older man had been taking pictures and video of me while he was making me do all these things. I search gay slave porn all the time hoping to find video of me posted online from when I was eighteen, blindfolded in this mans house getting pretty severely molested and abused by this middle aged man who had obviously been preying on me because I was such a naive and small eighteen year old boy. He had done such a good job manipulating me through our emails that he had convinced me to shave myself hairless, purchase teen girl frilly panties and a cock ring, and show up at his front door in the dark blindfolded and handcuffed without anyone knowing where I was. He could have kept me at his place for weeks, and there would have been nothing I could have done about it. I fantasize about that all the time.

I have never in my life been more anxious and scared of doing something, but I am so glad I chose to do it, I have these wonderful memories of that night being a horny young teenager having no idea what I was getting myself into...

What would you have done to me? the more kinky the better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that, she went back outside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She rolled over when he finished and said:

“Eat my pussy, I`ll teach you how.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So here's my confession. I have a job that forces me to take a week off every month. During this week off I get extremely bored and extremely horny. I often fantasize about driving to a small town and somehow perving on hot teen girls. I drive a 6th gen camaro that is quite the head turner sitting on 22's and I feel like I can use my car to my advantage. I often think about finding a nature trail and just waiting for a girl or woman to be walking alone so I can play with myself in front of her. I think about sharking too where you just run up to a girl pull her shirt up fondle her a little bit then run away. I think about pulling up to a girl on the side of the road with my dick out and ask her for directions or if she wants a ride. I know this is pretty lame but the thought of it really turns me on. What I'm wondering is what is the best way to go about this? Has anyone ever had experiences like the ones mentioned? Does anyone have any tips or good ideas on how to perv on girls without getting caught?

Looking for the link to a video, of two mexican teens i think, one girl is trying to get him to fuck her, shes bent over with jeans on, and she forced his dick inside her for a few thrusts then he pulls out and she rams it back in, then he stops again saying no for some reason. anyone have an ideas?

does anyone know where to find this video

Embarrassed Nude Female ( ENF ) Teen Girls Skirt Forced Lifted Up By Her Friends

So I have decided to tell you my confession, it is really the only place I can tell my story because in my real life everyone thinks I am very conservative prim and proper. I am Kate and I am 36 years old married to very nice man but also very boring. We have been married since I was 21 and have 2 teen daughters who go to a boarding school, that wasn't my choice but my husband Mark was raised that way and he decided our kids should be raised that way too. Mark works away most weeks and is only home at the weekends and that leaves me with a lot of free time. We are also very well off and have a big house with lots of land in the country. I was very happy with my life until around a year ago when it all got turned on its head. And that my naughty friends is where my confession starts.

Around a year ago our usual cleaner got very sick and had to go into hospital, she told us that she would send her niece to fill in for her and on the Monday morning she rang the doorbell and my life changed forever. I opened it and there in front of me was and there are no other words the most perfect and beautiful girl I have ever seen. At just 5 foot 2 inches tall with long dark hair and the sweetest smile ever, her breasts were and all I can say massive and tucked into a very tight T shirt, she had on skin tight leggings that showed off her perfect legs and ass. I didn't miss a beat and invited her in. She told me her name (Laura) and I found out a little later she was just 19. I showed her where the cleaning cupboard was and let her get on. I went to the kitchen and thought about her in a way I had not thought about another woman since my teen years. I put these thoughts down to boredom and got on with my day. Each day she came and every time she was dressed in skin tight leggings and tight tops. Each time I saw her I felt myself feeling naughty. The first week past and Mark came home for the weekend, I almost fucked him in the hall when he came home I was so horny and that weekend we had the most sex we had for years. I had given Laura a key and told her just to let herself in. On Monday morning I had a plan and since it was getting nice and warm and was sunny I decided to put on my bikini and catch some sun, She said hello and got to work. I saw her in my bedroom and decided to take off my bikini top just as she was passing the window and out the corner of my eye I saw her stop and look. My breasts are not the biggest just a 32A cup. I turned so she could get a better look and I could just see her standing there smiling. She came out to say goodbye when she had finished and I had kept my top off and as my bikini bottoms were white and I had got quite wet I sat with my legs apart knowing she could see the wet patch. I asked her if she wanted a drink before she left but she said she couldn't as she had other houses to clean and she left. I was so horny I pulled my bikini bottoms off and fingered myself in the garden. The next day I waited on her coming, I was naked and planned to let her catch me in the lounge fingering. I heard her come in and set myself up so that she couldn't help but see me when she walked in. It didn't take her long and when she saw me she said sorry and was about to leave. I told her that I was sorry and had not heard her come in all the while my legs were open and fingers deep inside me. She was smiling and I just looked at her and asked if she wanted to help? My heart was beating like a steam train and was so scared she would storm out and tell everyone she knew. She looked at me smiled and sad sure. She got on her knees in front of me and pulled my fingers from my pussy and lowered her mouth on my pussy, she licked me and I knew she had done this before. It wasn't long before I came and then again. She got up and said she needed to work. I lay there for about half an hour slowly rubbing myself when the door opened, she walked in naked and sat beside me, she was waxed smooth and her nipples were sticking out half an inch, I leaned over and took one in my mouth. She reached round and grabbed my ass pulling me close to her. my hand went to her pussy, she was so wet and my fingers slid in easy. I went down on her and licked for all I was worth. I made her cum and I got up and kissed her. She said she was finished the cleaning and really needed to go. I got my purse and grabbed £100 and handed it to her, she asked what that was for and I said a bonus for pleasing the boss. The rest of the week each day was about the same, she would come in find me naked and lick me till I come, clean the house and I would do the same to her. Each time I would give her £100. The weekend came and I didn't want Mark, all I could think about was Laura. The next week was the same and on the Friday she said she could do Monday but had Exams the rest of the week but her sister could fill in for her, I laughed and asked if she licked pussy like she did? she laughed and said I would have to ask her. On the Tuesday her sister came and unlike Laura she was chubby and not very attractive. By the time next Monday came I was ready to burst and grabbed Laura as soon as she walked in the door. We licked and fingered there in the hall, I told her not to bother about the cleaning and took her to my bed. We spent hours there and as we cuddled I told her I was falling for her, she just kissed me and said not to complicate things. For 4 months each week was the same she would come and we would play, sometimes she would clean, usually on the Friday before Mark came home. Then one day she told me that she had told her boyfriend everything and it had turned him on so much, as a joke I said she should bring him next time. The next day she came he was with her and as usual I was naked waiting on her. I have to say he looked good and he smiled and said hello, Laura was already getting naked and told him to do the same, She got between my legs as he stood over us, his cock wasn't very long but my god it was thick. I reached up and grabbed it, rubbing it as Laura licked me. She didn't make me cum and told him to put it inside me. My god he filled me up and Laura lowered her pussy on my mouth as he fucked me. He didn't last long and shot his cum inside me. Laura licked me clean and told me to get on my hands and knees, she pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and licked my ass hole, then I got a shock as she moved away and he pushed his thick fat cock in my ass, I screamed in both pain and pleasure as he forced his cock in my ass, I have no idea how long he pounded it but again he shot his cum inside me. I fell forward exhausted.

He came with her a few times a week and would fuck all my holes and Laura would clean me after. It was a month after that first fuck I discovered I was pregnant and I knew it had to be his so I fucked Mark to make sure I could claim it was his. I told Laura I was pregnant and she smiled and said she was too. She kissed me and told me she loved me. I knew I loved her too and we made plans to raise our kids together, I filled for divorce this week and I know I am still going to be very well off after the divorce, Mark has already told me I can have the house. Laura is moving in next week, as a live in cleaner but I hope to change that as soon as I can make it look like it just happened, Not sure how my kids will react to having a lesbian mum but who knows

I had to endure many subway rides were a man's dick was nestled between the cheeks of my fat ass.

On one occasion when I was a teen and was quite plump, and on my way to college, I was abused in a crowded subway. A perv got on the train and probably spotted me and moved in behind me. I had nowhere to go and he had me cornered against the train door. He had sweatpants on that had pockets. He had his hand in his pocket and the pocket lining was cut out so he could access his dick through the pocket (my friend educated me on how they do that). He was obviously jerking off and would stop every few seconds to hump against my ass. He was jerking off with his dick against my ass (his hardon was obvious through the sweatpants). After a few seconds I caught on but couldn't move.
The man had pushed himself harder against me. There was no doubt now that I could feel his erection through the fabric of his sweatpants and my leggings.
I could feel the heat and weight of the man's flesh through the lycra of my leggings. I could definitely feel his hard cock rubbing on my ass and then settling into the crevasse between my butt, rubbing on my leggings.
The crowded train and the doorway offered me nowhere to go. My face turned a bright red as I was forced to accept my predicament. Shamefully I was getting wet. I couldn't help it. But I didn't want to. This wasn't right. This stranger was taking advantage. But what if I just let him...what if I just let him satiate himself against my fat ass? What if I allowed him to that? If he didn't put it inside me there was no harm no foul was there? He might get angry otherwise. He might try and rape...no! He wouldn't surely! Maybe just let him continue to do what he was doing? So-what if I was a little wet and shit scared?
He grew bold as he saw I offered no resistance and placed his left hand on my left ass cheek and humped away against my ass with his dick in between my cheeks and then lowered his sweatpants just slightly and came all over my ass. He rubbed it into my ass with his dickhead and got off at the next stop leaving me molested and with a huge cum stain on my leggings.
On my next stop I had to run to a washroom and wipe his cum from ass using a handkerchief. I did my walk of shame to the college. Anyone paying attention to my ass would know that my ass was cummed on. My entire day was traumatized but moreover I felt guilty for being wet by getting abused and molested.

My therapist said that it's common and a biological response from my body to not get hurt from being assaulted (Although he never penetrated me)
What I didn't tell her was that I went home traumatized and while undressing I saw the thick stain of my juices on my panties and although ashamed and guilty I became wet again. Then strangely out of nowhere I shamefully smelled my leggings, it was a stench of my sweat, my juices and his cum. I inhaled it by pressing my nose into it as I rubbed my clit roughly imagining the traumatizing event of the day. I started moaning and to gag myself I shoved the cum covered handkerchief in my mouth. Drooling and swallowing my saliva with my molesters cum. As if that was not enough I wore my leggings over my head pressing my nose on the places of cum stain and where his cock was. In my mind I was degrading and shaming myself, calling myself a whore, slut, cunt as all the feminism and my dignity was dripping out my cunt. I felt guilt and shame of how I am behaving and how I was wet during the molestation and it made me cum, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back in my head as my body convolusing violently. My body went limp and after a few minutes I gathered my strength to slowly pull off the leggings above my face and I saw myself in mirror beside my bed. I was naked lying face down, sweaty, handkerchief in my mouth, leggings stuffed over my head. Shame, regret and guilt filled me as I started to see the pictures of my friends and family on my dresser. With tears in my eyes I realized of what I have done and how lowly, Wanton and a filthy whore I am. I was ashamed of the person in mirror who didn't have any dignity, self respect and was lying like a piece of limp fuckmeat. And then I felt the tingle in my stupid cunt again and I started rubbing again feeling the mix of regret, shame, humiliation as I saw the stupid fuckmeat in the mirror along with my friends and family pictures. Gagging on the handkerchief I called her disgusting names as my reflection came like a bitch. Shamefully again I covered my face in leggings and I rubbed my shame on my molested leggings.
That night I came 2 more times while degrading and abusing my cunt as moved from awake and sleep states. The next morning I woke up with tired body, sore mouth, sore cunt and reeking of the stench of my juices, sweat and his cum.

I like to see women and girls embarrassed or humiliated when they realize they are exposed in someway or have lost their top, or shirt completely. Preferably smaller petite women, small breasted. Those are the best, small is easier to see down their shirts even with a bra on.
It could be accidental or even forced exposure. I remember years ago at a public lake, a young girl, probably early teens came up from swimming underwater right in front of me. Less than 10 feet a way, she stood up, the water was only waist deep there. Her bikini top had rode up on her chest and one beautiful breast was exposed. She was tiny, with small swells. Definatly not flat but a perfect little breast. She stood there pulling her hair back, arms up and nothing obsuring my view. I was able to enjoy her for a good 10 seconds or so before she realized her top was up. She gasped and crossed her arms over her chest and squatted down in the water, and I could easily see the embarassament on her pretty face.
Does anyone else like this? Share with us those you have seen. I have others to tell about. I would especially like to hear from women who have had something like this happen. Were you ever stripped in public?

I like to see women and girls embarrassed or humiliated when they realize they are exposed in someway or have lost their top, or shirt completely. Preferably smaller petite women, small breasted. Those are the best, small is easier to see down their shirts even with a bra on.
It could be accidental or even forced exposure. I remember years ago at a public lake, a young girl, probably early teens came up from swimming underwater right in front of me. Less than 10 feet a way, she stood up, the water was only waist deep there. Her bikini top had rode up on her chest and one beautiful breast was exposed. She was tiny, with small swells. Definatly not flat but a perfect little breast. She stood there pulling her hair back, arms up and nothing obsuring my view. I was able to enjoy her for a good 10 seconds or so before she realized her top was up. She gasped and crossed her arms over her chest and squatted down in the water, and I could easily see the embarassament on her pretty face.
Does anyone else like this? Share with us those you have seen. I have others to tell about. I would especially like to hear from women who have had something like this happen. Were you ever stripped in public?

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Much fun. I ask this girl on facebook.

I have to admit that these thoughts do cross my mind sometimes:
A young teen girl is tied and beaten up by several men and maybe her mother have to watch it.
Or then a young teen is forced to act as a boxing bag at at boxing club.
She is hung up by her arms over her head and punched in her belly.
I am really not proud of these thoughts but cant help they pop up at times.

I'm a man in my early 40's. When i was in my early 20's, I was very good friends with this girl's mother. truth be told, i always had a thing for her and wanted to fuck her within an inch of having a heart attack. I never did make my move, and we sort of drifted apart over a few years. within the last year, me and the mother had gotten in touch via facebook, and agreed to get together for a few drinks. she didn't look anywhere near as fuckable as she used to and i gave it up as something that should have remained a memory. a few months later, she invites me to a small gathering at her house to celebrate her birthday, and this is where i first met her daughter. the girl was a spitting image of her mother as a teen! i tried to keep my cool, but after a few drinks i made my way to the young woman, and discovered after some friendly chatting, that she was 19.

we began to talk and we took a friendly liking to each other, she told me all about her school, her life, her situation, etc, etc. and i concluded that this girl had no self esteem to speak of. i preyed on that and made her feel important and beautiful, i added her to facebook later that night and we began having regular chats.

after about a month of this, she told me how upset she was over a school situation involving her peers, and wanted to talk. i told her we should have some coffee and she agreed. we talked for a while and i said i wasn't busy, but i had to go home and standby for an important package. (bullshit). i meekly suggested that she should come with, and we could talk some more.

i thought i was the one doing the preying, but as soon as we got into my condo, this girl began to act very flirty, yet vulnerable. i cuddled up to her as she told me of her problems and comforted her, as i hugged her i lightly drew circles on her back and she sighed, she put her hand on my lap and started rubbing it lightly. i made my next move and caressed her neck, and ran the back of my hand down her side, catching a feel of her beautiful breasts. at this point, there was no more denying what was happening so i slowly lifted the bottom of her shirt, and to my everlasting joy, she lifted her arms and let me strip her.

we made out for a few minutes and she took her jeans off, she slid down and ripped off my slacks, and began to give me the most mind blowing blowjob i ever had. she had not done this in a while she said, and i could tell that she really needed it. we 69'd after i stripped her of her underwear. and withing minutes i was giving her my cock, doggy style, as she screamed with pleasure. this girl was a quiet one, but she could belt em out when she was getting plowed. i knew i might not have another chance, so as i was thrusting into her missionary, i felt like i was about to come, i told her this and jumped off her. i positioned right at her face so she could suck me to completion, as i rubbed her pussy and clit, in a forceful and rapid way. she was moaning and throwing her legs up in the air as i shot my load into her mouth, where it spilled out one side.
she sucked me dry and i bent down to flick her clit with my tounge. we were spent and we layed there together for a few minutes, on the chaise lounge i had just fucked her on.

after she went home, she promised she'd call me. its been a month, and nothing. maybe she changed her mind or felt dirty afterwards, i'm not sure. but i did suspect her guilt might interfere, which is why i went all in on our first and only fuck. haven't even chatted with her on facebook since, but the experience sure made up for not fucking her mother all those years ago.

i'm a teen girl but i love rape/forced sex videos and stories,
its such a turn on.

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I propose that a law be enacted that since all children and teens be forced to stay indoors or back yards of parents homes. Since these children and teens seem to be the cause of so much crime, loud noises and the cause of arrest of adults, ranging all the way from touching them (innocent or not), to spanking them and even taking pictures of them (in bathing suits or naked). I propose they not be allowed to have access to the internet,cell phones or any type of device that allows access to adults.
In short, kids are a danger to all adults and that danger needs to be nipped in the bud now. Please call all law makers and get this law passed before you are accused of being a pedo for even glancing at one of these horrible little monsters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My Last Boyfriend

The thing that stuck with me the most was how he'd arrange to having me give him a blowjob. He would usually sit down to watch some hardcore porn movie in the living room with me. His tastes would often veer towards the fetishistic. For a time he was heavily into interracial gangbangs, that's where one blonde buxom bimbo would have to take on five or more well-hung black studs who'd fuck her silly. Then he moved on to facials and bukkake videos which would show some girl serving a number of cocks, only to have them cover her face in semen. He soon developed a particular fondness of a specific German brand of those videos which would also often culminate in the girls getting their cum-drenched faces showered in gallons of fresh piss. He'd have them playing on our TV, letting me hear the sounds of strangers fucking, sucking and cumming while I carefully unzipped his pants and let his cock slip into my mouth, lovingly licking and slurping on his veiny shaft. Soon thereafter he discovered yet another style of hardcore pornography to get him hard and ready. This time the videos added another element to the cumshots, gangbangs and golden showers: the humiliation, degradation and torture of the girl. He'd come so hard watching some young and innocent looking teen get tied up, spanked, hurt and verbally abused to the point of tears and frequently beyond. He savored the moments when she would be called whore, cumbag, cockslut and so on and loved to see those words have an effect on her. But even those videos of hard, merciless fucking and cruel and abusive domination were nothing compared to his favourite taste in porn: rape.

It was the ultimate turn-on for him to witness a young girl be forcefully penetrated, while she squirmed and begged. He loved it when the camera stayed on her face, absorbing every second of her fear, suffering and humiliation. Occasionally he'd mutter something vicious and hateful under his breath, while the screaming and grunting on the screen kept going. I've no doubt, that his words were as much directed to the girl in the video as they were towards me dutifully sucking and pumping his cock.

As his depraved tastes in porn progressed over the months, he'd want me to ask him to do some of those things he so liked to watch to me. It was one of his hang-ups that he'd never say what he liked to do to me. He never actually said things like 'I wanna tie you up and shove my cock down your throat'; 'Let me fuck you into your asshole'; 'I want to see you taste your own cunt juices before I spurt my cum on you'; 'It makes me so hard to treat you like a cheap and dirty slut'

It had to come from me. All the time. You'd think that would give me some kind of power, but that was far from the case. He was very good at manipulating my emotions to the point that I would feel like I was somehow messed up for not begging him to act out all kinds of weird sexual fetishes on me. Worse yet, he made me feel like I was mistreating him or sabotaging my own feelings for him by not asking him to treat me like some filthy gutter trash whore in bed. So that was what I did.

With each new hardcore video that would get into heavy rotation at home, I would soon ask him during some blowjob or handjob on the couch, if he would do that to me, too. Occasionally he'd refuse at first, slightly disgusted by my apparently sick and filthy urges. But instead of feeling like an idiot, I'd feel ashamed, yet even more eager to win his consent. He had me beg for days before he deigned to give me a golden shower, that I so claimed to want. I had to finger myself to orgasm as he splashed my face with piss, to 'convince' him that I really did get off on it. He was just as stubborn during the first few times he ass-fucked me; when he first whipped me or when he started rough-handling me during sex.

please I want to taste myself on your cock.
please stick it up my ass.
please let me be your nasty little girl.
please hit me.
please I need it to hurt.
please say it like you mean it.

The funny thing is, that after a while, it became impossible to seperate his tastes from mine. The faked thrills blended into actual thrills. I slowly grew accustomed to the taste of his sexual fantasies. I took a liking to not just playing but being his fucktoy, his slave, his victim. Before long I found myself acting out his fantasy of me whenever I was home. At work I'd be myself, chit-chatting with my collegues about this problem student or the other, grading papers, preparing lessons and so on. But shortly after I stepped into our home, I would casually slip into my role of kinky little minx daring him to teach me a lesson in humility.

As it turned out, all he was waiting for was a little encouragement. Some reassurance that I was willing to be used for every sordid little fuck fantasy he had set his mind to. Which was why I often found myself tied and bound, my clothes torn off me and his thick prick ramming into me with as much anger as he could summon. All while he beat me and yelled obscenities and abuse into my face untill I was crying, screaming and begging him to stop. It wasn't any good until tears were streaming down my face. Nothing would get him off more than seeing the pain he caused by fucking me.

So one time, as I was babbling incoherently in-between my sobs, pleading with him as he pounded my abused asshole and throwing my head around with every loud slap his hand made when it connected with my face... I felt him move his hand away from my red and pulsing cheeks and to my throat. I could barely control my sobbing breaths. He pushed his cock in a little deeper causing me to moan slightly, then he made me lock eyes with him. He stared into my eyes with a mixture of crazed lust and barely concealed disgust. 'You filthy little whore. Worthless fucking cunt. Do you want me to do it with my cock buried in your slut ass?' he hissed at me. For a moment I was confused, then he began to squeeze my throat, chocking me slowly. I felt a tinge of panic, but before I could form the words to beg him to stop, he was angrily thrusting into me again. 'Now what, you piece of shit whore? This what you dream of? Ending up ass-raped and choked in some guy's basement?' he began using his other hand to really smack me around. I tried to scream but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to me. Except for a dry cough and the involuntary jerking from his thrusts I barely registered anything around me. I knew he was beating me, but the burning in my lungs was quickly drowning out the pain. It was only when he pulled his dick out of my puckered hole, that I remembered him fucking me in the ass. Then his grip suddenly disappeared from my throat. I desperately gasped for air, trying to fill my lungs with the comforting coolness of oxygen. Out of the corner of my eyes I barely noticed him, furiously jerking off and blasting his load all over my face. I was about to cry out my surprise when I felt his veiny prick push into my mouth. 'Lick it clean, bitch. All of it.' he yelled moving his dick back and forth in my mouth. I held back my gag reflex as I tasted myself on his cock. Closing my eyes submissively I moved my tongue around trying to lick every part of his shaft. When he pulled out after a while, his dick had gone half-limp. He stood up straight above me, pointing his penis at my face.

I could tell what was coming and started struggling against my bonds. He chuckled, and suddenly I felt the first gush of piss hit my face, splashing into my mouth, my cheeks and down my hair. I let out an anguished cry which I realised turned him on more. His piss hit me with more force than I had expected and as I was thrashing around beneath him, some of it hit my breasts while some even found its way into my mouth as I screamed. When he was done, and I was well-soaked in cum and urine he stepped down again and started undoing my restraints. 'Your one nasty fucking whore' he said, slapping my breast hard once more for good measure. I cringed and said nothing, which as it turned out was a bad idea. He pulled me down by my hair, forcing me to kneel before him on all fours. 'Lick my feet' he demanded, which I obeyed hesitatingly. He ran his hand down my back, slapping my ass hard while I ran my tongue in between his toes. Unhappy with my performance, he pulled me up some more demanding I use my tongue where it belonged. He turned around and bent over slightly bearing his ass towards me. 'Go on and lick it, you stupid cunt. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole' I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at him, How he dared to treat me like this. I hated him for demanding me to lick his shithole. The anger and humiliation was making me tear up. But I couldn't stand giving him the satisfaction of having made me cry like that, so instead I buried my face in his ass crack and start pushing my tongue into him. He started moaning and cursing excitedly. 'I knew it. You fucking pig. you twisted little slut. You love that.' He took my hand and placed it on his semi-limp cock. 'Jerk me off, you sick fuck.' This was too much. I could barely keep myself from crying. But as I dutifuly licked out his asshole, I used my hand to pump him into another erection.

I felt him getting harder in my hand. Once he was ready, he turned around and pressed my mouth open while slowly jerking off right in front of my face. Then he let his balls sink into my open mouth with obvious pleasure, moaning as he did so. 'Use your tongue, fuckhole.' I obeyed and tried to please him as well as I could, licking and sucking his balls. Tasting the mix of his cum and my juices that had stuck to his pubic hair. Soon he got tired of that as well, and holding my head steady with both his hands he pushed his cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat. He pulled back a little only to push in deep again, causing me to gag and struggle for air. He didn't seem to care. He pulled out for a second or two only to thrust himself into my mouth again, as soon as I had stopped gagging and coughing. He kept going until he managed to thrust his dick all the way inside and down my throat. 'Better get used to getting your throat fucked like this, whore. I don't think I can be satisfied without making you deepthroat me.' When he pulled out again thick strings of saliva were hanging between the head and my lips. He nodded approvingly then grabbed his belt from the chair. Instinctively, I moved away from him afraid of being hit again. 'Relax. that's not what I'm gonna use the belt for. I want to play a little game with you.' He made a sling out of his belt and put it around my neck. 'I wonder if you can make me cum while I'm choking you. Let's see if you can make me blow my load inside your hole, before you pass out.' With the last words he jerked up his belt, tightening it around my throat and led me to a chair. He sat down, proudly presenting me with his erection and not letting go of the leash choking me. I straddled him with short and hurried breathes and sank down over him, his hard meat urging its way into me. 'I reckon you get a few minutes headstart, before I make use of this' he held the belt up to my face and grinned at me. I started grinding my hips, moving them up and down in hopes of creating enough friction to get him to orgasm. he didn't seem to care. i started to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples and pushing them up so i could lick them. i tried to hide my panic, when he seemed entirely unimpressed, but I could feel him pushing back more and more. I leaned forward, trying to think of something slutty or whorish to whisper into his ear, but I couldn't think of anything. So I simply dropped any pretense and said what I had been thinking all along.

'Please I cannot take it anymore. This is too much. It hurts. Please stop, Baby. I don't want this.' I could feel tears running down my cheeks. My short breaths had turned into pitiful sobs. 'I don't know the safeword anymore, just stop please.' He was starting to thrust into me now. Harder and harder every time. 'Please don't Baby. I'm begging you'. His thrusts had quickly become violent and painful and I howled out in pain with each. We weren't having sex anymore. He was simply fucking me, using me, destroying me.

Then he suddenly pulled hard on the leash, squeezing my throat shut and cried out as his orgasm was about to hit. I struggled desperately for air, flailing my hands about. He thrust into me hard. I hit him, scratched him, desperate for air. He threw his head back, screaming in extasy. I grasped for his arm, trying to get control of the belt. He barely noticed as he kept spurting his cum into me. My eyes were burning, my lungs cramping and he just kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper into me. I buried my fingers into my throat trying to pry the belt off...

...and then I came.

looking for videos of girls being bullied into stripping or being stripped by the bullies, preferbly asian girls.
example here:

hxxp://www.yourfreeporn.us/video/16558/asian-teen-gets-bullied-and-is-forced-to-strip-and-show-off-her-small-tits-and-trimmed-pussy

now i'm against rape culture as much as the next guy, but holy fuck... keep my ass away from asian teens.

yes this is me confessing to wanting to force fuck sweet asian princesses.

I confess that I'm a guy who's confused about his sexuality. (Long post. If you don't care then just call me a fag and then exit the thread, or kill yourself, whatever works best for you).

I'm attracted primarily to females, and don't find the male body particularly attractive, but if the right sort of skinny little guy offers me his ass, I'll take it. Lubed up it feels good around my dick and it's good to have a little teen boy to fuck around with along side the cunts I have stored in my contacts.

I don't find males attractive physically, but if a teen boy, usually barely legal to about 19, or a guy who at least looks that age, and preferably emo-ish sort of style, if a young guy like that acts slutty and feminine around me, and pushes the right buttons, he can seduce me, and as long as I get to be the one fucking and getting my dick sucked, I'm willing to fuck him.

I have no interest in being fucked up the ass, and I prefer not to have to suck a guys dick, and prefer not to kiss or make love or anything like that.

I actually got drunk one day and experimented. I'm a buff dude, and 80% of girls tend to prefer skinny pussies like the ones I usually bang for breakfast, and gay guys tend to enjoy bulkier dudes.

So anyway, I went to a gay bar, and many masculine guys came to me but I just pretended that I was taken, and then this perfect little guy came up to me, about 5ft 5, no more than 120lbs. He was 19 but looked much younger. We talked for a few minutes, and then he was rubbing my leg and giving me a certain look and I was powerless to resist.

I took him back to my place and it started off me just bending him over my sofa and pounding his ass, but he wanted to ride me so I let him, and the little faggot rides dick like nothing else.

I usually prefer to be dominant, but It was like a force of nature pushing me down. I came so hard in his ass and the orgasm was far better than anything I've experience with a woman.

Since then I've been shunning my friends and going to gay bars in secret, and picking up young looking boys and some shemales. I'm getting a reputation as a "honey" LOL. Whatever that means.

Anyway, what am I sexually? I heard someone say Pansexual, but not so sure. I think i'm just turned on by a fantasy, or could I be bi-sexual and just attracted to guys for their body language or something like that?

Okay.. So lets say I'm 25 and my girl is 18
That's not the case tho...
Anyways I've know her since before" teen".
She begs for my 8 inch cock everyday to tear apart her tight pussy (which she can't fit a finger in yet)
And our phone sex is crazy good her petite voice telling me how wet she is when her parents are across the hall makes it much more interesting... Especially when she has to restrain herself.
She usually stars off playful and silly messing around and giggling when I say something "funny", well When she gets bored with that she asks me when I would do if she were here.My usual reply is "naked cuddles and sweet kisses all over your body" She then moans quietly and the whole mood changes,She goes into detail on how she takes off her clothes and how she pictures me taking her clothes off, she usually moans once more causing my monster cock to perk up through my jeans and cause a bit of pain so there I am naked listening to her moan my name, Her small voice comes through the phone telling me how her tight virgin pussy is dripping with her warm juices and how she is forcing a finger into her pussy (which she sucessfully did today.) I can never help myself so I curse under my breath turning my "good little girl" on more.
"Oh yeah do I make that monster cock hard?" she teases and whimpers more,she never whimpers too loud though because of her parents in the room across from hers .
At this point I am as hard as I can be and she has me calling her my 'little slut' and she is moaningand playing with herself calling me 'Master' telling me she is naughty and needs a good punishment.
It blows my mind knowing a harmless little virgin can be so sex crazed and so... Well so good at this.
She goes on calling herself my slut and telling me That She wants me to bend her over and finger her petite pussy while fucking her untouched booty hole with my cock until I cum all over her angelic ass,She then giggles her small giggle and tells me she want me to shove my cock down her throat until I cum all over her 38D titts (God they are nice and a perfect circles too) she whimpers while I tell her she deserves to be torn apart and tells me she came all over herself like a good little slut.
I can't Hardly stand it at this point but I keep stroking my long cock.She tells me that she want me to tie her to my bed and tease the hell out of her then film myself fucking her until she can't cum anymore... I just about nutt right then but she begs for me not too,She always says
"But master wait... Let me cum again" (that doesn't help very well)
By this point I am telling her where and when I want to fuck her because she is mine,
She whimpers and tells me that she will let me fuck her whenever wherever without saying no. i curse once again and keep going into detail on what I am gonna do... Moments later after her whimpering my name I hear a faint
"fuuck!" and she giggles.
"I squirted all over my soaking wet pussy" ... Well I can't take it any longer I came all over myself and cursed moaning her name telling her I love her and hearing her continue on what I just have to do to her.until she yawns and says "this little bunny needs sleep nighty night" ( we always do it at night)

This is a TRUE STORY if you don't believe me... Tough titties.

So I confess that this fantasy came from my head...

Sitting at the end of the block I could see the driveway of the boy's parent's home. It was about two hundred yards down the little street, and I was excited to see the boy peek out from the driveway and walk towards the car. I had brought a small camcorder to record the boy's walk from his house, and also to record the boy telling me out loud that he was going to totally submit to my will twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year, until I see fit to release him from his enslavement.

Just eleven days ago he had been a completely naive, virgin, eighteen year old boy who struck up a conversation with an older man on a random chat site just because he was horny and wanted someone to talk to.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into during that online conversation, stupidly agreeing to come to my front door with his thin body shaven totally hairless to let me use him "however I wanted to." I can still picture the boy pulling that tight black winter hat over his eyes, unknowingly enslaving himself to me. He'd probably thought that the wildest thing he was going to do that night was pull his pants down outside the entrance to my place so I could look him over through the peep-hole. As he found out almost immediately, he was very wrong

Over those ten days the boy was changed permanently. As soon as he had entered my home he was restrained, collared, and very deeply ass-fucked while blinded by the hat with his arms secured tightly with handcuffs behind his back. He was then asked if he consented to what was happening to him while being video recorded to which he responded that he was. As soon as he nodded his consent he was throat-fucked and made to drink piss while kneeling in the shower. For the remainder of those ten long days, the boy was totally restrained, drugged, abused, and manipulated by multiple men, women, and toys.

I had kept the boy blind and deaf the whole time, making the young teen wear a video headset that forced him to watch and listen to a continuous feed of severely degrading and depraved bondage porn. whenever he wasn't blindfolded and being used by anyone, he would be tied up tightly in one of many painful positions, then he would have large rubber dildos and butt-plugs taped tightly in his mouth and perfectly shaved asshole that were meant to choke and gag his throat and keep his asshole stretched wide open.

I saw the boy at the end of the driveway looking around and realized he had no idea what my car looked like, he had been blindfolded the entire time. I waited till he looked back in my direction, then flashed my lights several times.

The boy turned and began walking towards my car slowly. As he walked he hung his head, completely disgraced and feeling totally worthless. I turned on the camcorder and began to film the boy's slow walk. As I filmed my little teenage slave walking towards my car, I narrated.

�This pathetic skinny boy walking towards my car turned eighteen a couple weeks ago. That means he's legally allowed to consent to all kinds of kinky sex. This is the same boy that has appeared in all of the teen slave video I made recently. This morning, I dressed him in tight young girls clothing and put him in very uncomfortable bondage, tying him to the bed in his bedroom at his parents home just before they arrived home from a vacation they had been on since before I even met this boy."

I paused in my narration and zoomed in on the boy's ashamed face.

He had obviously been found by his parents in the tight bondage I'd left him in this morning. The look on his downturned face was a mix of shame, obedience, and fear.

I then continued to narrate the video I was making as I recorded this boy choosing completely voluntarily to contact me again, completely cementing his position as my permanent, live-in slave boy who I could treat however I wanted.

"I gave him the choice of staying with his family, or coming with me. It looks to me like he's chosen to give his life to me, but I'll ask him once he is sitting in the back seat of my car so I can have videotaped evidence that the boy is totally consenting to what I want to do to him. If anyone comes looking for him, all I have to do is show them the video, that's why I've chosen to explain all this on video.�

Finishing my narration, I continued to film the small boy walking closer to my car, the limpness in his body and the shame in which he hung his head conveyed to me that his will and his self-esteem were just about gone. As the boy walked up to my car, I reached back and unlocked the back door. He got inside the car and shut the door.

I noticed that he was wearing sweats, and wondered what exactly had happened in that house over the last few hours. I mentally reminded myself to videotape a full confession of the boy later, explaining exactly what had happened when his parents had gotten home and seen him tied to the bed wearing the tight black shirt that said �Whore� on it and the little white spandex shorts that were probably supposed to be worn by a 14 year old girl playing volleyball. They were stretched so tight around his crotch that his little shaved cock made a large bulge. I wish I could have been there to see the reaction of his mother and father.

For now, I turned the camera to face the boy. He was sitting quietly in the back seat, his head hanging low as he stared down at the floor of my car. I pointed it at him for a few moments without him noticing and filmed the small, thin teenager sitting there cold and scared, then shut it off.

�Boy, I see that you have made the right choice. I hope you know that you are totally my property now, and that all of the perverted, painful, and horrible things that I've been doing to you so far are going to continue for as long as I want. In a few moments I'm actually going to allow you to talk, so listen very carefully to what I'm about to say.�

I grabbed the boy roughly by his neck and squeezed it tightly with one hand while yanking his hair back with the other, forcing him to look me directly in the eye. In this car was the first time he had seen me without a hood covering my face. Looking at him coldly, I spoke firmly and without emotion.

�You are my possession now. I own you. You are going to do whatever I tell you to do, right?

The boy nodded his head up and down, knowing that he wasn't allowed to talk until I told him to.

�I am going to turn on this camcorder and point it at your face. You are going to look directly into it and say your full name, your age, and your parents home address.�

The boy nodded his head up and down as he listened.

�You are then going to say that you consent to become a 24/7 slave to me, and that I permanently own you. You are going to say that you like being tied up and abused by older men, and that you will let any man who wants to abuse your body have full and total access to do whatever they want to you, as long as it's OK with me. You will tell the camera that you want nothing more than to be abused and bound and fucked in your little teenage mouth and that tight little asshole of yours. Do you think you can remember that?�

The boy nodded his head.

I took the camera, pointed it at him, and turned it on. He began to talk, but his head was still bowed in shame. I shushed him, then I put my hand under his chin and raised his face to meet the camcorder head-on. In the camcorder viewfinder you could see his face being lifted gently towards the camcorder by an obviously older and mature man's hairy arm, but nothing more. This was the first time he had been allowed to speak in my presence. His voice was high-pitched and very soft, almost like a young girl's. I nodded and he began to speak.

�My name is Jesse Rogers. I am eighteen years old, and my birthday is March 3rd, 1994. My parents live at 5429 Birmingham street in Royal Oak Michigan.� He paused.

I gave him a very dark and somber look because of the pause, and then I saw tears begin to form in his eyes. It was at this moment that I knew I had total control over this little teen boy. Not wanting him to cry on camera, I smiled at him and saw a calm look enter his face. He began to speak again.

�I give my full consent to become a 24/7 slave to my master, and he now permanently owns me. I enjoy when he ties me up even though it hurts a lot and gets really scary when he blindfolds me, and I love when him and his friends abuse me and choke me and put their cocks into my throat and my asshole. I promise that every man who wants to fuck and abuse my body will be allowed to do whatever they want with me as long as it's OK with my master.�

The boy fell silent. I turned off the camera and put my large hands around the boy's soft neck. As I felt the smoothness of his eighteen year old skin on the palms of my hands, I began squeezing his throat tightly while I looked him in the eyes.

His face began to turn a dark purplish red and he started gasping for air and struggling around on the back seat, terror growing in his eyes. I held his throat tight and yelled loudly at the little teenager who was struggling not to pass out.

�You forgot the best part boy. I'm going to turn on the camera again, and you are going to look right at it and say that you want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible. Say that you want to be bound and fucked hard in your throat and asshole. Tell me that you want men to choke you unconscious while they fuck your shaved little eighteen year old body. Say that you are totally worthless, that you were born to be a slave to a man, and that you will do anything I say.�

I released the boy's neck as he began to lose consciousness and he slumped over in the seat. I leaned over the front seat and slapped the boy hard repeatedly on his cheeks and face until he fully regained consciousness and sat up in the seat. I turned the camera back on and zoomed in on the boy's face, which was now bright red from getting choked almost to the point of blacking out and being slapped so hard over and over. The boy began to speak again in a very submissive, pathetic voice.

�I want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible.�

I nodded.

�I want to be bound, and then fucked hard in my throat and my asshole.�

I felt my erection growing in my pants.

�I want men to choke me unconscious while they fuck my limp little eighteen year old body. I am totally worthless. I was born to be a slave to a man. I will do anything you say.�

With that, I turned off the camera and took the hood from the front seat. It was a very tight leather hood with only a large mouth-hole. I put it over the boy's head and strapped it tight around his neck, plunging him into the familiar darkness. I took my handcuffs and secured the boy's wrists tightly behind his back, then I took a thick leather dog collar and strapped it tightly around the boy's neck. I leaned down and attached the collar to an O-ring I had installed in the floor of the back seat. I then drove straight for home.

Arriving at my place, I parked and got out of the car, then went around the side and opened the rear door. The boy was curled up in the fetal position with his neck attached tightly to the floor. I reached in and unlatched his collar, then roughly dragged him out of the car. I walked him to my front door, opened it, and led him inside.

I closed the door behind me, and turned to face the boy. He was wearing a sweatsuit, the collar, and the hood which made him look like the perfect example of a helpless young boy. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him roughly towards the basement.

Once we reached the basement room I got behind the boy and pushed him so his face was pressed tightly against the concrete block wall. I tugged his sweatpants down to his ankles and was amazed at what I saw.

The boy was still wearing the little white shorts I had put on him this morning! I reached down into the back of the shorts with one hand and felt my huge butt plug still in his asshole. He must have had in the entire time, so I put my hand around it and slowly began to work it in and out of his cute little bubble butt as he began shake and cry. After moving the plug around in his ass for a moment, I grabbed tightly and pulled hard.

I felt his asshole try desperately to keep the plug in, so I pulled harder until the boy began screaming and I heard a pop as the plug came out of his ass. I pulled it out of the white boy-shorts and threw it in the corner. With my other hand, I reached down into the front of the shorts and grabbed his hairless little cock. He still had the tight cock-ring on his hairless little teenage penis but it had gone kind of soft.

I knew he was still on the two Viagra, so I began to fondle him with my one hand while the other was holding his head tightly against the wall. I could feel his soft little cock getting harder in my hand and I squeezed it tighter and tighter until it was rock hard.

I could hear the boy whimpering through the leather hood, So I leaned in behind him and put my elbow around his throat, holding him tightly against me as I abused his teenage cock. Putting my lips to his ear, I whispered to him.

�It turns me on so much to see how scared you are boy. I am so glad that you chose to become my slave. I can't wait to see how the torture affects you, I'm going to do things to you that you will never forget.�

I felt as the boy's muscles became rigid, and his body began to shake.

�I'm going to choke you now. I'm going to put my hands around your neck and choke you until you are unconcious. Then I'm going to hang you by your collar from the ceiling. I am going to slap your body until you wake up from the pain, and right when you wake up I am going to force feed you the stimulants that I kept you on all week, but I'm going to give you a very high dose. After that, I am going to invite all of my friends over to have a little party. I am going to fuck your throat with a dildo until you can't breathe while my friends take turns fucking your little asshole and shoving toys inside of you.�

The boy was sobbing heavily through the hood, and as he cried I ripped the rest of his clothing off of him. Once he was nude, I unlatched one of his wrists and quickly re-latched it in front of his torso. I grabbed hold of the boy and lifted him a few inches off the ground, then attached the tight handcuffs to the large hook I had in the ceiling.

With the boy hanging by his wrists, I stood behind him and noticed that with the him hanging at this height, my cock lined up perfectly with his ass. The boy was crying loudly through the mask as I stuck my fingers into his mouth and gagged him while gathering up his saliva in my hand. I reached down and coated my hard cock in the teen's saliva, then grabbed him by the hips and slowly pushed myself into his hairless asshole as the boy cried and moaned

Once I was as deep as I could get in the boy, I took one hand and reached around the boy's smooth waist and began masturbating his little shaved cock. The boy was still crying, but I could tell he was becoming more calm. I wanted to make the boy terrified, so I squeezed his cock extremely tight as I began to fuck his asshole as hard as I could. The boy began flailing around and sobbing louder, and as I fucked and groped the teen I took my other hand and brought it up to his neck.

As I fucked the boy brutally, I began to choke him by his throat, stopping his airflow and sending his body into a state of panic. I was getting very close to cumming, so I choked the boy with both hands as tightly as I could and felt his body begin convulsing. As he struggled and shook, I felt his asshole begin to tighten around my cock every time he tried to breathe. As his asshole convulsed around my cock, I felt his body begin to grow limp.

Just as the boy was making his last attempts to breathe, his asshole clenched tightly around my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. I gave the boy's throat a last squeeze and felt his body go slack as I pumped my cum deep into his eighteen year old ass. With the boy unconscious, I slowly pulled out of him, then grabbed a large leather belt and began slapping him all over his body. When he woke up, I wanted every inch of his body to be in excruciating pain, so I spent a good ten minutes whipping the boy's hairless body as it hung from my ceiling.

By the time I was finished, the boy had dark purple welts running up and down his entire body. I took a few pictures of the boy, then went upstairs to print them and put them in the mail to be sent to the boy's parents. Along with the pictures, I had previously written a well though out thank-you note to this boy's mother and father. I read the letter to myself out loud.

�Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rogers,

Thank you so much for raising such wonderful son. He is everything I could ever want in a teenage boy-slave. I have included several photos that I have taken of your son since he left your home to live in my basement and be a fuck-toy for my friends and I. He will be kept in severely painful bondage whenever he isn't having his throat or his asshole fucked, will be permanently collared.

I hope you enjoyed finding him when you arrived home from your vacation. Being tied up in your home was entirely his idea by the way, he didn't know how to tell you his true feelings about his love of submission so he decided it was best if you just found out accidentally.

He is mine now. I am going to abuse your son in every way I can think of. I'm going to put a plastic bag over his head and tape it tightly around his neck, then watch as he struggles to breathe. I'm going to take him to an adult movie theater that I know of, and I'm going to chain him by his arms and legs to a small table, then videotape different men fuck him in his ass until he screams. When he screams, a man will shove his cock deep into your son's throat and hold it there as he gags and slobbers all over it. I am going to attach muscle stimulators to your son's shaved little teenage body and turn the electricity all the way up. I can't wait to see his little body tied tightly to a table, convulsing as the stimulators torture his weak muscles until he can't even stand. I am going to take your son to Mexico with me the next time I go too. I've been wanting to make him fuck different things, and I know some men in Mexico that can help me with that.

Anyway, thanks again for raising the best slave a man could ever want, I will use him well.

Sincerely,

Master

Looking for a video of girl (late teens/early 20's) and from the UK. Multiple scenes in 1 video. All solo and filmed for a boyfriend/dom.

Very attractive, awesome figure who strip teases, sticks dildo's up her ass, forces herself to puke, drinks her own piss from a glass and smears herself in shit.

Found the video on Pornhub (then deleted) and saw it again on here, but stupidly didn't save it.

Anyone know the URL? If you can help, you're a fucking legend.

I love seeing a girl forcing him to creampie with a bear hug. Fucking sexy. Teen wants to be a mom

this teen slut gets my hard cock, she uploads hot photos in miniskirts to excite men and force them to masturbate thinking about her, she is a tremendous whore

I'm looking for a picture from old file sharing networks! I haven't seen it for years. It used to have titles like:

Two teens stripping one has puffy nipples
Teens forced to strip after losing strip poker
Shy teens strip

And had two girls in it who were topless about to push down their panties. One's bush could already be seen, and one was slightly turned away from camera (apparently embarrassed--the other was smiling widely).

Please tell me if you know where I might find it! It was my favorite picture as a young teenager!

I confess I love making my sissy jerk off with my disgusting ashtrays. I wanted to share sissy’s shame with everyone.  I get so wet knowing sissy can’t cum without being degraded and humiliated. I know it makes his little half erect dick sore but I can’t help abusing it. Sissy is sooo submissive he will do ANYTHING I demand. I’ve made him lick his cum from dirty ashtrays, stuff his ass with cigarette butts, given him warm piss enemas, made him suck cock, wear diapers in public,  open his mouth to ash my cigarette in public, lick toilets and urinals, and even pisses in his mouth forced to drink my urine. Sissy admitted being used as an ashtray while being forced to sit in his own pee smells like the gas station men’s rooms he would suck cock as a teen and the smell brings him pleasurable memories making him horny to serve me as my little sissy faggot. 

Fuck me! we have come to this! A teen going to be charged 8-10 years for a facebook sarcastic comment. A fucking bitch snitch fuckup twat is being hailed as the 2nd coming of Christ by fucking pigworth and his whole police force of pigfucking blowhards.

http://www.youtube.com/redirect?q=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.change.org%2Fpetitions%2Frelease-justin-carter-and-change-the-investigative-criteria-for-terroristic-threat-laws&session_token=yfBbGOdR0SBN57bm8NcP-h1MgPx8MTM3MzAxNjAyM0AxMzcyOTI5NjIz

I confess that I turned down a drunk, horny teenager begging for sex. I regret it now, but at the time I just couldn't stop wondering if she'd sober up and never want to see me again.

A few years back, I had a job that was far from home and the commute and long hours drained me so much I was nearly falling asleep while driving home. Since my sister lived nearby, she offered her spare room for the days when I was too tired to drive home safely. She and her boyfriend worked night shifts mostly, so I rarely saw them except for briefly over dinner maybe before they left.

One of these nights I took her up on it, they had already gone to work when I got there. I unlock the front door with the spare key they gave me, and walk back to the living room to find my niece and a school friend of hers watching a horror movie. After some brief introductions with her friend, I join them on the couch. Any time I get up and go to the bathroom or to get food and am out of earshot, I can hear them both whispering to each other and giggling. After a while, I fall asleep early on the couch with them still there.

Not long later I wake up, and the both of them have vanished. I get up and call out their names. "We're in the garage," my niece hollers back. I open the door and find them smoking and drinking beer. Not an unusual thing for my sister's daughter; she's always been a bit of a thrill-seeker, and her mom knew about her smoking, drinking and pot. So it wasn't my place to say anything besides a mild "disappointed in you" frown.

NOTE: Drinking age is not 21 everywhere, before anyone accuses me of serving a minor. And in any case, not my house, not my beer, and I never gave them or told them to get one.

Not wanting to be a total jerk, I ask if I can have a beer, too. I sit on the small ledge across from them, my knees up by my chest and light my own smoke. We chat and drink in there for a while until we finish our smokes. The whole time, her friend is keeping kinda quiet. If I engage her in conversation, she blushes and mutters a quiet answer. I just mistake it for shyness, since it's our first time meeting.

The girls are sitting on top of a trunk freezer with their legs crossed. Both of them are wearing loose shorts, but with the mediocre lighting in the garage, the spaces beneath are nearly pitch black. My vivid imagination fills in the blanks, though, and I feel myself swelling in my pants. Being almost 8" and thick erect but tiny when flaccid makes for awkward and painful hardons sometimes. When soft, it'll flop straight down, then as the wood begins, it starts straining to point upwards, to the detriment of the crotch of my pants.

I adjust my legs in a way that shoves my semi-hard cock to the side, not trapped in the downward position anymore. As I'm making the movement, I notice both girls' eyes drop straight to my crotch. I'm not sure how much they saw, but I'm sure it was a show. I pretended I didn't notice their gaze.

We eventually retire to the living room again to put another movie on. More drinking, looser tongues and more familiarity means her friend is finally opening up. The conversation drifts to sex, and they both think it's funny I lost my virginity when I was older than they were. I tell them I've always been shy around girls, and never dated much until after high school. The few I had dated were good relationships, though, so I didn't mind.

Suddenly my niece says "I've always had a huge crush on you." Awkward silence while I think of how to answer that. It's true, ever since she was 13 and started looking at boys, she was looking at me. Being the youngest of my siblings, and with her mother being the eldest, my niece and I are only about 10 years apart in age. As the years went by, it was obvious she had a crush and I didn't do anything to encourage or disuade it, thinking it was just a phase.

On this particular night, I think she and her friend had devised a plan to do something about her desires. That's what all the whispering and giggles were about.

Being a lightweight, I'm pretty well tipsy at this point. I tell her that I think she's beautiful, and if it weren't for the age difference and family relationship, I'd go out with her. The conversation seems to end there and after some silence, drifts back to random things. Around midnight, I drift off to sleep.

A while later, there's a light tugging at my waist. Now if I hadn't been drunk, I think I might've feigned sleep through this. Instead, I startled awake to find my niece in her bra and panties, straddling my knees and undoing my pants. Her beautiful C-cup breasts are barely contained in the lacy cups, and her panties are already wet.

The lights are off, but the moonlight through the windows silhouettes her figure perfectly. Everywhere my eyes look are amazing curves and sexy bits and oh my god, my niece is fucking hot as hell!

She already had the belt undone and the zipper opened, spread to show my boxers and the outline of my rock-hard cock beneath. I can only imagine I slept through some teasing for it to be hard like that.

I tug the jeans together quickly to hide my erection, and glance over to see her friend on another part of the couch quietly. She's laying under a blanket with her eyes closed, but I can tell from her breathing, how red her face is and the squinting around her eyes that she's faking it, keeping her eyes open a sliver. Hoping that I won't see well enough to tell in the dark room.

"Come on, don't be like that. I just want to see your cock," my niece purrs as she slowly gyrates her hips, rubbing her wet panty-clad pussy against my leg. "I swear, I won't do anything else."

"We shouldn't do this," I stammer out. "If your mother found out, she would kill me."

"She won't," she whispered as her hand gripped my cock. Almost as fast as the contact was there, I grabbed her wrists and pull them away and together. This made her lose balance and flop forward on me, her warm breasts falling against my chest.

"But it's not right... we're related," I barely manage to force out of my lungs. At this point I'm finding ways to let her out of this, but god if I wouldn't love to plow her while her friend watched.

Then my drunk brain suddenly thinks, she's not going to take no for an answer. Maybe I should just deflect this and make her pissed off instead. "Maybe if your friend were to do it, it might be okay," I said in as sleazy a way as possible.

It worked. At that point, she cooled off fast. I didn't really think her friend would jump me, she had been too shy at this point, not moving from her vantage point and likely fingering herself under the blankets at the sight of her best friend straddling an older man with a hard cock two inches from her pussy. My niece climbed off me and put her sleeping t-shirt and shorts back on. No words were said at that point, and it was too dark in the room to see her face properly. Since they were sleeping in the living room, I went to the spare room and slept.

The next morning was a Saturday, so no school or work for us. My sister, on the other hand, had an early shift and was out the door early. I came outside for my morning smoke, and the teens are both out there, very quiet. I sit on the porch next to them.

"I dunno about you," my niece begins, "but my head is killing me. I barely remember anything from last night." I raise a skeptical eyebrow as I face her, and she glances quickly at me before looking down again.

"Yeah, me either," I say in a sort of "don't worry, I won't tell" tone of voice. We've never really talked a lot since then, not that I've ever been close with my siblings' side of the family for as long as I remember.

She's now grown into a beautiful woman of 21. We've never talked about what happened that night, though I want to. I want her to know how I still fantasize about that night and what almost happened, and how much I hate my strong morals for turning her down.

While I doubt it, I wonder if somehow she'll read this and pluck up the courage to talk to me about it. And if she was ever interested, I wouldn't turn her down again, but I won't push for something she doesn't want.

Call me fake if you will, I don't give a fuck. I'm not going to drop any details or proof, though I will update if anything should ever happen. I've been thinking of breaking the silence, though I don't know how.

I confess that this time I am glad a bomb in Boston cannot be blamed on a Lite Brite display that looks like Ignignokt from Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

Story: Arena of Death

Warning: Contains Snuff and Violence!

Sophie heared her own heart beat as she looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. She tried to calm down, but the 20 minute foot walk up the steep hills got her blood pumping, even though her 18 year old body was in very good shape. Maybe it was the adrenaline that kept her pulse up. Sophie tried not to think about the fact, that there was a high risk that she wouldn’t survive this part of the tournament. Yesterday she was lucky to escape death at the very last second. Today she might be not so fortunate. The other team might have learned from yesterday’s mistakes. This time they will try to eliminate the opponent’s snipers as soon as possible. Which meant nothing else than eliminating HER!

It would have been naive to think they would simply shoot her quickly and painlessly. Sophia was one of the players who was casted for her fantastic looks. The viewers at home watched this show because they wanted to see some good old violent sex and erotic torture prior to a kill. Sophie would make the perfect victim for such a scene… with her athletic body, her firm breasts, her sexy long legs and her angel-like face, she would have the viewer’s attention during a nasty rape orgy to the death.

Sophie had been fantasizing about getting raped and murdered ever since she found her uncle’s snuff porn collection, when she was a little girl. Today might be the day when her brutal fantasies might become real… the thought of getting raped and tortured to death sent a shiver across her spine and made her nipples hard.

She thought about all the contestants that were killed during yesterday’s round in this perverted tournament. “Arena of Death” was THE number one live TV show right now. Everyone was watching it, though some people had a hard time admitting, that they enjoyed watching a televised gladiator fight to the death. The idea wasn’t new. Even in ancient Rome, sadistic fights to the death were organized to entertain the crowds. This was just a modern version of this ancient form of “entertainment”. Since the organizers were competing with many similar TV and live shows, they had to take it to the max. During each round of the tournament, a total of 400 contestants were fighting against each other in two teams: Team White and Team Black. Each team consisted of 100 male and 100 female “gladiators”. The fight took place in Arizona in a large valley, surrounded by a couple of hills. Each round lasted for 120 minutes. There was basically no other rule than: kill or get killed. The surviving contestants got a 5-figure prize money. Some were in it for the money… some contestants were convicted criminals, who had nothing to lose since they were sentenced to death anyway. And some were in simply for the thrill. Sophie had applied for the “Arena of Death” in order to convert her life long prison sentence, that would have started last week on her 18th birthday. It was her addiction to violent porn that got her in trouble in the first place. When she was 15, she was caught paying for a darknet snuff live stream. She will never forget the moment, when the SWAT team raided her house as she was masturbating in front of her laptop to the live stream where a couple of girls were abused to the death; partly financed with Sophie’s money. Serving her sentence by taking part in “Arena of Death” was kind of ironic since this show was not much different than a live snuff show.

So, here she was, assembling her high precision sniper rifle on the top of the little hill, where she had a perfect view over the entire valley. As a member of “Team Black” she wore her dark “uniform”, which consisted of black army boots, a black slip which was barely covered by a black mini skirt and a dark sports bra. Her blonde hair was a nice contrast to the dark outfit. She really looked extremely sexy and hot… no wonder the casting agents accepted her application right away. Well not right away of course… like all the other female “applicunts” as they liked to call them, had to spread their sexy legs on various casting couches for a couple of really rough casting sessions. But Sophie never had a problem with being used as a helpless sex toy… she actually got off multiple times during the brutal casting orgies. She even dated one of the casting agents and went with him to one of the public execution shows, where they impale a couple of death row girls “dolcett style” in front of a live audience. Sophie loved it, when her date channeled his sexual aggression and used her as a helpless piece of fuck meat, while one girl after the other got the metal spit up her cunt on the stage in front of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the signal, that would announce the start of the game. The next two hours would decide if she would end up getting raped and tortured to death for the entertainment of millions of viewers, or if she would make it… avoiding her jail sentence and leaving this tournament with a pile of cash.

Sophie knew that the first 30 minutes of the “game” would be crucial. She had to shoot as many opponent “players” in order to give her Team an advantage. She scanned the valley with the scope of her rifle… but so far none of the players were leaving their hiding spots. Then she discovered a group of 6 male players from her own team, about 500 feet away. When she zoomed out she suddenly saw a bush moving behind her team. Three girls from Team White were slowly sneaking up on her fellow team mates from behind. Sophie tried to get a clear shot at the girl in the middle. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins… she couldn’t afford to miss… from what she could tell the girls were in their early 20s… maybe even younger. The thought of ending a young girl’s live just like that excited her. Only one move of her finger and someone’s daughter would be history… having the power to end a girl’s live had an extremely arousing effect on Sophie. She could feel her nipples getting hard, and her clit swelling up… There was no time to waste… the girls almost reached her fellow team mates…. with a trembling index finger, she pulled the trigger! Sophie could hear the girl screaming as the bullet hit her left arm… Damn! She was aiming for the head but the girl must have moved in the very last second. But the screams were enough to warn her 6 team mates… they immediately ran towards the 3 surprised young women and forced them at gunpoint to drop their weapons. Sophie was relieved when she saw, that the guys had the situation under control. She could have continued looking for other targets, but she was curious what the men would do with the overpowered women. She watched the scene unfolding through her field glasses. Now that she got a good look at the girls she realized how attractive and young they were. Of course they were wearing the same sexy “uniforms”, only that their mini skirts and bras were white instead of black. Initially she estimated them to be in their early 20s but now that she got a better look at them she wasn’t even sure if they were 18. It wouldn’t have been the first time, that underage “applicunts” made it into the show with fake IDs. The casting agents didn’t really care as long the girls looked hot and were experienced enough to give good blow jobs.

The 6 men in their late 20s did, what most men would have done in this situation. They forced the 3 girls to get rid of their sports bras and mini skirts. The teen girls complied immediately… In fact the pretty brunette obviously tried to save her life by offering sex to the men. She played with her firm breasts and pulled down her slip to give the guys a peek at her shaved teenage pussy. It was obvious, that the men didn’t respond in the way this little bitch hoped. They humiliated her, by laughing at her poor attempt to fuck herself out of this situation. The guys didn’t have any time to waste, so instead of listening to the girl’s pathetic pleads to let them live, three of them forced the teenies to blow their hard cocks on all fours while the other 3 men would play with their exposed pussies. One guy enjoyed pressing the blade of his army knife against her thighs… slowly moving the blade up to her crotch, pushing her slip to the side and sliding the dull side of the blade between her pussy lips. The little blond one was being fucked in her ass with the muzzle of gun. And the girl who got shot in the arm had her shaved cunt roughed up by the large fingers of the guy standing behind her. When he was done pulling her cunt lips violently apart, fingering her with four fingers at once and giving her a couple of strong slaps on her clit, he finally pushed his hard cock deep inside her tight teen cunt. The other guys followed his lead and a violent rape orgy emerged in front of Sophie’s eyes. Watching those 3 petite teen sluts getting roughed up, chocked, beaten, kicked, raped and abused was a real turn on for Sophie and she couldn’t resist taking care of her own itching pussy. With each second the ultra brutal gang rape became more and more violent. This wasn’t a fucking BDSM fuck… there was no point in being careful not to inflict permanent injuries… there was no fucking “safe word”… this was a DEATH FUCK! The real violence started, once the men shot their hot semen inside or onto the helpless fuck meat. Now it was time to figure out, what other objects could be used to penetrate 3 helpless teenage vaginas… After violating the girls’ exposed sex organs with various oversized or sharp objects, it was time to finish the girls off. Sophie almost climaxed when she saw one of the guys approaching the little blonde one with a signal rocket. While three other men held her down and pulled her legs apart, he positioned the lower side of the rocket towards her abused crotch. The remaining two guys forced the other two girls at gunpoint to take turns burning each other’s clits with a cigarette lighter. After a terrifying countdown he ignited the signal rocket right in front of the poor little blonde’s teen pussy… the more than 1000 degree hot magnesium flame completely burned the girls crotch including her pussy lips and clit. Then he pushed the burning rocket inside her little fuck hole and enjoyed her screams. At this point Sophie had two ultra intense orgasms in a row. As she slowly recovered from her last climax she saw the two remaining girls having their sex organs completely destroyed with a couple of close shotgun shots right between their legs. Sophie had the honour of taking the girls out of their misery with three precise sniper shots to their heads.

Sophie realised that she spent way to much time watching the brutal termination of the three unfortunate girls. Using the field glasses she searched for her next targets. She saw several almost identical scenes, in which male players lived out their violent sex and snuff fantasies on unfortunate female opponents. After all that’s what most viewers wanted to see when they tuned in to “Arena of Death”.

But her job wasn’t to enjoy the “show” but to help her team win this inhumane competition. So she tried her best to support her team by taking out opponents before they could harm her fellow team players. For example, she managed to save a couple of girls of her own team before the Team White players were able to ignite the dynamite sticks in their asses. But there was nothing she could do for the three female Team Black players that were just starting to slide down on wooden impalement poles in their destroyed vaginas. All she could do for them was a quick shot to their heads to take them out of their misery.

Sophie really had fun shooting 8 male Team White players that were just engaging in a ultra brutal gang rape of a couple of fellow Team Black girls. Those idiots didn’t even try to run for cover, when Sophie popped the head of the first guy. Apparently the remaining 7 men were so occupied with gang raping the Team Black girls, that nothing could stop them. Sophie enjoyed shooting two guys who were just wanking their cocks. The second guy even climaxed and shot his semen over the girls face right after Sophie’s bullet hit him in his stomache. When he tumbled to the ground, Sophie couldn’t resist to shoot him again… right into his balls!

Only a minute later, Sophie was surprised to see how sadistic a couple of Team White bitches were treating a bunch of fellow male Team Black players. The 4 men where bound to the ground, stripped naked while 7 young sluts teased the guys by massaging and licking their cocks. Sophie had heard about those sadistic games, in which the young woman threatened to torture and kill the guys if they should get an involuntary erection. It’s a cruel game since it’s almost impossible to avoid getting a hardon when a hot 19year old knows how to treat your cock right. In the next step the girls basically rape the guys by riding their involuntary aroused cocks while pointing a gun at them. In some cases, they threaten to kill the guy the second he cums. In other cases they ride his hard cock and threaten to kill him, as soon as he can’t keep it up. Sophie enjoyed shooting the horny bitches right during or even shortly before getting off. Even after she popped the first two girls, some of the remaining sluts kept pleasuring themselves. It was almost as if those horny cunts were turned on by the fact that a sniper was aiming at them… One brunette girl in her mid-twenties even kept rubbing her clit after Sophie popped a bullet in her knee. Being so eager to climax, Sophie granted her a very last orgasm, before shooting her right in her twitching fuck hole.

The longer the sexual slaughtering between the two teams went on, the more Sophie enjoyed the spectacle from her comfortable position. So far, none of the Team White players had found her hiding spot. She started to think that she might actually make it, and that she could as well enjoy the “show”. She took turns shooting Team White members and pleasuring herself violently to countless orgasms. In order to cum again she needed an even more intense kick… that’s why she didn’t even bother any more trying to support her team…. For example she could have easily saved four of her fellow female team mates from having their cunts whipped, but she preferred watching the pretty girls having their crotches whipped to pulp with heavy barbed steel chains. And watching those 6 other fellow team members getting forced to play “Russian Pussy Roulette” with a loaded revolver was such a turn on, that she decided to wait until the first unfortunate girl would hit a chamber with a bullet and blow her own crotch up.

Only 25 minutes left until the end of the game. And so far nobody even came near Sophie’s hiding spot. Completely exhausted from the 1,5 hour killing- and masturbation orgy, Sophie rested in the grass… completely naked and not very ladylike with obscenely opened legs. She enjoyed the sunrays drying her pussy juices on her red and sore cunt lips and clit. The distant screams and the gun shots from the valley started to sound like an ambient and soothing sound. As Sophie closed her eyes, pictures from the various fights and death tortures popped up in her brain. Her mind tried to process the vast amount of violence, pain, sex and death that she witnessed over the last 90 minutes. It was like her brain tried to compile a “best-of-video” of the most erotic and exciting scenes. And once again her young und obviously unsatisfiable body reacted in the way it always reacted to this kind of mental stimulation. She felt that tingling sensation between her legs, as the blood rushed once again into her 18-year-old sex organ… Her sore clit burned and she felt a little pain as she carefully pressed her fingers against it. The harder she pressed, the more pain she felt. She thought of all the girls that had to endure the ultimate pain of the total destruction of their female body parts. She asked herself: How does it feel getting your cunt lips torn violently apart… There was only one way to find out… it felt so intense as she squeezed her sore pussy lips between her fingers and started to pull them apart… the pain felt exhilarating… she squeezed her cunt lips as hard as she could and pulled them out as far as they would go… the pain felt so fucking good!

She was close to another painful orgasm, as she suddenly heard something. When she opened her eyes, she stared into the muzzles of 3 male Team White players. They had finally found her… Only 18 more minutes and she would have made it. Sophie felt the panic rising inside of her. The adrenaline shot through her veins and she was completely frozen in shock and panic. She didn’t even try to cover up her obscenely spread pussy… The three muscular men in their late 20s obviously were surprised to see this 18 year old gorgeous innocent looking cutie, lying next to her rifle, slip and miniskirt, furiously masturbating her red and sore teenage pussy. There was no point in telling her to strip naked and spread her legs, like they did with the last 7 female players, they caught. It looked like this horny bitch was just waiting for them. They didn’t waste much time… meanwhile they were a rehearsed team: two guys held her down and pulled her legs apart, while the third guy would get to “play” with her… and even though he obviously had some “play time” already today, his cock was rock hard. Taking tons of Viagra before playing “Arena of Death” was a given. Now it was time to make use of the constantly erect cocks… The three men took turns raping Sophie’s petite body over and over again. Unfortunately they had only 17 minutes left to play with her, until this round of the game was over. They tried to make the most of it… penetrating her in every imaginable way in the most violent ways possible. In the beginning Sophie was terrified and the thought of being about to get killed kept her from enjoying the rough fuck. But after 10 minutes of violent penetration her body reacted in the only way possible: She gave in to the brutal treatment… eager to spread her legs, open her mouth, pulling apart her ass cheeks in order to receive the ultra violent penetration and insemination that would give her another couple of painful orgasms.

In the minute before the end of the game, two of the men bound her legs backwards to her arms. Then they lifted her up, while the third man was holding her sniper rifle upright on the ground. As she saw the upright rifle beneath her open legs, she knew it was time to die now. Slowly the lowered her over the tip of the muzzle and inserted it between her cum dripping pussy lips… then they slowly lowered her down so that the rifle would impale her abused vagina. The pain as the tip of the muzzle crushed through her cervix was breath taking… she couldn’t even scream… They played with her body by moving her up and down…. practically fucking her on the upright rifle… and only 10 seconds before the end of the game the guy holding the rifle pulled the trigger… The bullets tearing through Sophies body and exiting through her beck didn’t kill her instantly…. He had to fire 8 more painful shots until everything went black around her…

The END

It all started when I had become single for the first time in nearly three years. I had dedicated three years of my life to one woman and I had done very well at being faithful even through the hard times. There were plenty of opportunities. I consider myself to be an attractive man, and being slightly above average with words I have this way of saying things that make everything sound that much more enticing. I am a liar, but I am a damn good one. More than once I have convinced a woman to love, or lust for, me through words alone. It disgusts me, but at the same time it gets me what I want more often than not. I am manipulative, but I am damn good at it.

As with any long term relationship breaking up, there was a lot of hurt. You've just spent three years with someone who already was, or had become, your best friend. You try to do the "staying friends" thing, but it never works out and you end up either never talking to each other again because it hurts too much, or you never talk to each other again because you can't stand to. In my case, it was both. It hurt a lot, and even the thought of talking to her made me so angry it would throw off my mood for the rest of the day. So in step my friends. And I have to tell you, I have a great many good friends that know very well how to distract me.

There's the booty call friend who has always wanted me and is not going to miss out on this chance she has. I am a serial monogamist and she knows it. I don't stay single for long.

Then there's the really good guy friend who invites me over for anything, whether it be to down a few brews on the front porch, play some games, or even just shoot the shit for no good reason. He's the one that's there. He's the one I depend on a lot even though he doesn't know it or feel like I am.

There's the soul mate that lives two thousand miles away, stuck in a relationship she herself has said she isn't happy with. She is trying to make things work, but the going is slow. We would be perfect together, but two thousand miles is a long walk.

There's the girl that is offering a steady relationship, but I don't want to get into one right now. I keep the flame kindled just enough for when I'm ready to take that step again, but no more.

Then there's the best friend since childhood and his wife. They have offered me a place to stay, but I don't want to do that just yet. I'm good with moving back home for a few months to get back on my feet after moving out of the Ex's place. He has always been there for me when I needed him most, and he's there for me now. They take me out to dinner, keep me entertained. Providing that distraction is invaluable and they both know it. But the wife has this way about her of having fun with that distraction. We are both flirts to the N'th degree, and my best friend finds it hilarious when we flirt with each other. But lately, or so since I have become a single man once again, that flirting seems to have increased to a fever pitch. It's not like it was before. It's more..... involved.

It was innocent enough to begin with. Always in my friend's presence, and always good for a laugh. A short reference to gay sex between my friend and I, based mainly on the fact that we joke around about it often. Then an reference to her interjecting between us, perhaps a threesome. "No," I say, "that wouldn't happen. I would steal all of the attention!" More laughs.

Then it was like a spike on the Richter Scale, we both kind of turned it into high gear. References to private time. 'What would happen if-' type things. She was growing closer every time we were around each other. We were getting to be around each other more and more often. We both knew it was innocent, but something would nag in the back of our minds that kind of doubted that entirely. It was always there, we both knew it. Then she invited me over to talk while my friend was out of town. He goes out of town quite a lot for business working for a professional show company. Suddenly I got this uneasy feeling. This was my best friend's wife inviting me over while he is out of town. I know he knows though. She tells him whenever we are hanging out and where it will be. He has joined us on occasion. But this felt... different? I had it set in my mind that I was not going to do anything and I was going to shut down any advance that might happen.

Nothing happened. We talked about it, because the tension was there. I explained that she was my best friend's wife and that nothing would ever bring me to sever my friendship just for a good piece of nookie. Nothing. She agreed, stating that she would never sleep around on him. It was just the "Game" that was fun.

By "Game", I merely mean the entirety of flirting. Many people flirt with an agenda. Whether it to be a kiss at the end of a date, or to sleep with a stranger based on suave alone. I happen to enjoy flirting just to flirt. A party that reciprocates that flirting is always preferred, because it makes both of us feel good to know that we can be found attractive. Flirting makes you feel great, and makes everything seem that much more fun. I call this the "Game"; the entire act of flirting just to flirt. No agenda to be had. No intentions of getting into anyone's pants. Just having a good time and seeing who bows out first. It's a game.

A week or two later, myself, my good friend that invites me over all the time, his fiance, my best friend, and his wife are all at a Mexican restaurant for Karaoke night. My best friend's wife is sitting next to me, and my best friend is sitting across from her. The flirting is inevitable, and it starts up almost immediately. It's an absolute blast, and I get quite a few margaritas in. My best friend gets up to sing a song, and his wife brings up the night I previously addressed. I told her how nervous I had been about coming over, and in my drunken state, with my filter switched off, I let slip that in another lifetime where she wasn't my best friend's wife, there is no doubt that I would be all over her in a heartbeat. She's an attractive girl with a great body. A man would be a fool not to be.

From then, the details get hazy but a few things I remember distinctly. In my mind, I am dead set against anything happening between the two of us. Then I feel a foot running up and down my calf from my left side. It sends a shock wave right through me and I catch my breath a little bit in surprise. I look at her and whisper stop. She does, for a while. It doesn't take long before she gets back to it, and I give her a menacing glance. She apparently finds it playful and continues, so I wait until her husband isn't looking and run my hand up her inner thigh just high enough to get my point across. She then stops, looking at me with surprise and starts laughing a bit. I play it off.

I get far too drunk to drive that night, and they took me to their place, saying they would bring me back to my car the next day. I don't remember much from that night other than some more flirting. A reference was made to her cats liking to jump onto the bed and sleep between her legs. I remember replying with something along the lines of "Wish something else could be between your legs," and she lifted her eyebrows and just gave me an "Mmmmmm" before handing me a pillow and a blanket. I lock myself in the guest bedroom for the night and take care of the raging erection I had been fighting to hide from the moment I had gotten her text in the car saying "What you did was not fair!" There was a short exchange of texts, but that was all it took.

Then we find ourselves out to dinner, just her and I once again. This happens relatively often when my friend goes out of town, just kind of a "Hey keep me company for a bit" thing. But this dinner feels slightly more intimate than the others for reasons that should be obvious. Our conversation tended to stay around sex, with her explaining that I happen to be a pretty good influence on her sex life with her husband. I asked how, and she went on to say that when I am around and I get flirty, or touchy-feely like I did the one time at the Mexican place, it turns her on to the point that she jumps her husband as soon as they get private time. I actually take a bit of pride in that. Mainly just know that I can turn someone on that much.

Once dinner is over, she asks what we should do next. He wasn't going to be home until late that evening, so we had more time to kill. She suggested a movie, so there we ended up, sitting awkwardly next to each other in the theater. I had already raised the arm rest between us, stating that I wasn't against a cuddle during the movie, but we still didn't make any move toward each other. But my hands were burning. I wanted to touch her again. I would find out later she wanted to touch me again as well. The empathy was almost unbearable in its scope, and eventually I took her hand in mine and started giving her a gentle hand massage just to occupy myself. After a few moments of this, I put her hand down on my leg, letting it rest there and I put mine on hers. We kind of looked at each other, both of us appearing very comical in our 3D glasses, and the game of Chicken was on. Almost immediately she move her hand farther inside my thigh, close to the knee but enough to get the point across. I gripped her thigh tighter in return.

Her arm was draped over mine, so my reach was slightly diminished. I was already halfway up her leg whereas she was closer to the knee. She had a head start this way, so to take things slowly I just started rubbing her thigh gently, scratching with my nails against her tight jeans. When I made a lot of slow and tantalizing movement, I saw her breath get more labored and slightly faster. I knew she was already getting turned on.

As she moved her hand farther up my thigh and deeper inside, I responded by doing much the same, a lot of the time I would grip slightly harder on her inner thigh as I got closer and closer to her most private parts. I was turned on, and it was showing but I don't think she noticed. After all, we were close to each others' forbidden zones, but neither of us had made contact yet. I was so close to her vagina I could feel the heat she was giving off and it was intoxicating. I was maybe an inch away.

I leaned away slightly, pulling my hand up her leg and ran my pinky in the crease between her thigh and pelvis, moving away before I made contact with anything in between and resumed my spot an inch or so away from her moist pussy. She responded, moving another millimeter up my leg, but adjusted her arm and hand slightly. I don't think she realized it, but when she did, I felt her finger make the absolute lightest contact with my right testicle. I wrote it off as a mistake.

In my mind, I was racing through all the possibilities and outcomes, all of the different things I could do to her, all of the vast pleasures I had learned to inflict over the years. I fantasized about taking her when we got back to the truck, both of us climbing into the back seat with its tinted windows and giving in to this madness we had been brewing. I moved my hand another millimeter closer.

She let out a very very quiet little moan, and again my mind was back to the what-if scenarios. I could run my hand over her pussy, feel it through her jeans and press firmly against her clit. I could, but I don't.

It was all a rush of exhilaration. This forbidden thing we were on the verge of doing, and yet both of us holding our ground in this horrible and torturous game of chicken we had started. My jaw was clenched shut. I couldn't go any farther. Something was holding me back. I like to believe it was guilt. I have this problem with conviction. I tend to feel guilty. I blame my morals growing up, the southern gentleman way I was always raised with.

The movie ended, and at the same time, both of us stopped our game and made ready to leave. She needed to visit the restroom, so I waited outside. When we finally exited the place and were walking to the truck, I asked "So how bad was it?", referring the wetness I had worked her into. "I wouldn't necessarily call it bad," she responded, giving me a wry and playful smile. I laughed as we got into the truck.

She had lifted the center console away and bolted into my lips before I had even gotten into the seat fully. I didn't resist. Hell, I started fighting her for domination in the kiss, jockeying for position as I adjusted myself to counter her weight pressing against me. Her hand bolted down to my crotch, where I was already well on my way to another erection and she gently coaxed it into full being. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her higher as I returned the favor and got my other hand against the crotch of her tight jeans. She was so wet I could feel the moisture through the denim. Logic and Reason had come to a boiling point in their war within my subconscious, and logic had just made the final killing blow. I was doing this. Fuck the consequences.

We found ourselves clamoring over the seats after we moved them forward, giving as much space as we could in the back seat before stumbling back. As we did so, both of us were fumbling with our clothing, half tearing, half removing them as carnal instincts began to take full effect. Once we found ourselves in the back seat, I put the center console, a leather box type deal, about a foot and a half wide, back down and forced her onto it, pants off, panties lost somewhere along the way. I lifted her legs high, burying my mouth into her with a fiery vigor I hadn't used since my teens. She tasted fantastic, practically leaking her juices all over my chin and into my beard. I just kept lapping up everything I could, teasing and nibbling, sucking on the clit then flicking my tongue over it quickly and heavily. Her tits were hanging out, the D cup bra also lost in translation somewhere alongside her panties. I hadn't even caught their color or style in the process of removing them.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Gladly," I said before lifting her up, turning her over so her chest was resting on the console. I sat back on the back seat, taking my rod in my hand and guiding it into her waiting hole. She sat down and stayed there for a moment, clenching around me before she came almost instantly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her as far down as I could, shoving myself into her as deep as possible. I felt her cervix pressing against the head of my cock. She seemed to like it, but it may have been the orgasm too.

After letting her get the first rushes of her orgasm, I began using my arms to raise and lower her hips, forcing her to ride the rest of her orgasm out. There were people walking around the parking lot, but we were near the back and she was trying her best the be quiet. Some things you just can't hold back, and there was more than one profane word stated loudly. She started to take over on the riding, slamming herself down onto me over and over and over. I hadn't seen a woman so eager for cock since the beginnings of my previous relationship. She was crazed. I was okay with that.

I can't say how long we went like this before we peeled away from each other and she turned around, mounting me once again, this time pressing her breasts against my face as she rode. I grabbed both of them, just now realizing that it was the first time I had truly paid attention to them since they had been freed of the bra. She had immaculate breasts, still perky and youthful in her mid twenties. I ran my tongue around a nipple, sucking on it while she rode me gracefully and with just enough force to keep getting me closer and closer.

Finally, I leaned her away from me, she reached back to brace herself on the passenger and driver seats as I put one hand on her pelvis and the other on her ribs and started bucking myself into her hard and fast. I could feel it coming, and it was going to be god damn wonderful to let this aching load go. Harder and faster, I plunged again and again until I felt it explode deep inside. God damn it felt like heaven. I saw stars, rainbows, and fucking unicorns, but I didn't stop fucking her. Again and again, I released spurt after spurt until I was dry firing and still I fucked her. The oversensitivity was all but unbearable but I didn't care. I could feel her getting close to a second orgasm and I wanted her to come again.

She obliged a few seconds later, reaching down and violently rubbing her clit as she came all over my dick. As she was cumming, she was letting out these sounds somewhere along the lines of a whining plea for more and a scream of "YES!" I kept fucking, my erection staying solid as a rock. I haven't been this turned on in years and by God I was taking full advantage of it.

She leaned forward, once again our lips found each other, kissing hard and long as both of us twitched. I was still inside of her, slowly growing soft as I felt my cum leaking out around my shaft. I stopped kissing her. We were both sweaty and I leaned my forehead against her shoulder as she ran her fingers through my hair. We were both breathing hard. "Oh fuck...." I said, letting it hang there. My conscience was starting to come back, Reason coming back from the dead with a vengeance and tearing down the fort that Logic had built in its absence.

She seemed to get my drift. "Our secret?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. I was starting to get physically sick at what I had just done.

"Yes," she said, I could hear it starting to effect her words as well. "Our secret. It will never happen again. We just go on with our lives the way we always have, and that's it. This is over."

"I suppose you could say that... I hate it. I hate myself. I hate this. Why are we here? What have we done?" I'm starting to panic. She grabs my head in both hands, looking me dead in the eyes.

"Stop it. This never happened." she says

"No," I say, setting my jaw, "It didn't."