So my fiance is now 27 years old. She has been with over 40 men through out her whole life. She has had many different tings happen to her voluntary and not. I will tell a series of stories about her and her adventures and misadventures.

The first happened when she was 11. He mother had just passed away and her father a local doctor was more interested in work and chasing tail. She was left home many tomes with care takers and her brother, but mostly just the care takers. The first care taker that she was left with was a male who would run her to all the events she had go to, being an athlete and all. When she was sad he would hold her and when she wanted to play in the pool he came to. Eventually he started taking liberties with her pussy and her small just budding breast. The last time he felt her up he pierced her hymen.

After this happened her father tried one more care taker. A couple who seemed to fit all the criteria for the job, so it seemed. The couple turned out to be drug dealers who let unsavory people in their home, and threw wild parties while her father was out of town. One night at said party, My fiance, thirteen at the time, had just came home from basketball practice. Her brother and all his friends were partying and there were other that she had not seen before their also. She went down to the party for a while and had a few drinks, then decided to retire to her room upstairs. When the awoke the next morning she was unclothed and had no idea what happened the previous night. There were talks through out her family that her brother and his friend raped her. Some say that the meth heads that were their at the party could have done it. No one really know what happened that night though.

Later on she was molested one more time within her youth, she was fifteen. Her uncle took advantage of her when she was watching T.V. late at night. After this she took to fucking random men all the time for fun.

One of my favorite stories was how she was broke in by a BBC that she worked with for the first time when she was twenty . They were seeing each other loosely and had not yet fucked. He took her to a bar to go watch the Mavs play, and have some drinks. After she went back to his place to smoke some weed and chill. Of course when she got there he was instantly trying to get in that ass. She was flirting but not really giving in. They smoked and talked for a while until she started getting the spins. She had enough. She went to his room to go lay down and sleep it off. The next thing she knew she was being woke up to a man pulling her panties off and unbuttoning her bra, she was belly down at the time. He grabbed her by her sweet thick hips and plunged himself right in her. She told me that she had never whined more than she did that night. He fucked her raw that night, and even tore her a little bit. She was turned off to BBC for a while after that one. But he did leave her with a sweet little cream pie!!!

The last is the latest. This happened the year before we had met. She was dead set on getting this large chest tattoo. The picture is irrelevant. She was short on cash but she really wanted it. She had a friend that was big into tattoo culture and knew people. So she set her up to have that tattoo done one night at her friends home. When the artist arrived he did not have his gear with him... This was curious of course. After speaking they found out he thought she was going to just come out to his home for the tattoo. Somehow she though hey, OK cool lets go. When she got to his home he did the tattoo and did a great job also. After he felt that he was entitled to some of her goods. He started feeling her up and down. He fingered her and sucked her nipples even. She told him no she did not want to and was not OK with it. At this he pried her legs open and took what he wanted. That night he raped her twice, vaginally, and once anally. Their after he told her that she was his and she was having his baby.

Now we live together and I can fuck her any way I want when ever I want.

Thank you to all the people who broke her in before me, Making her my sweet little cum slut who I can fuck how ever I like !!!

I confess that I am the youngest of 4 kids. I'm the only boy and have 3 older sisters about 2 years apart each. I can remember from about five, I started grabbing all 3 of my sisters worn panties out of the laundry and sniffing them. I don't know why but I just know I wanted to and I liked it, I could smell their pussies and assholes on them. After a few years of this, I started smelling the sofa or chairs where my sisters girlfriends would sit and sometimes I would hit the jackpot and sometimes nothing. A few years further and I started picking up the used condoms that my sisters would leave around and get fuck scent from that. I've also had one experience where I fingered my first drunk sister sleeping and sucked her nipples. Also my oldest sister told me how when she would babysit me, her and her girlfriend would molest me when changing me...My middle sister wanted to "practice" French kissing with me. I have a lot of true stories about us, including our parents.

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

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

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

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

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

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

>Part 2<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

I confess that a few years ago, like 5 I think, I watched my step-sister naked in the bathroom, and I molested my step-mother in her sleep in the same night.

My step-sister is about 5'10" with nice perky B cup tits, and a bouncy little ass, she's athletic and lean. Her mom is a pretty hot blonde with fake DD tits and a nice ass and used to sleep on the couch in the living room, because my dad snores. One night at like 1:30, I was super horny, and was tired of just jerking off, when I heard my step-sister leave her room. I found out one time that she never fully closed the bathroom door when she was in there, and always left a little crack, which luckily for me faces the almost wall length mirror.

I snuck out of my room after I could hear that she had gotten a towel from the cabinet. I got to the door just in time to see her lift her shirt over her head. She was wearing a short pair of red shorts, that matched her bra she was wearing, and under those shorts was a cute little white thong. I hadn't ever watched her like this before so I don't know if she always did the same things, but I got lucky today because after she took off her bra and shorts and thong, she went and picked up her leg, to look at her pussy in the mirror. She rubbed her clit for just a second, and then walked over to the tub to turn on the water. I watched her inspect her body in the mirror for a while longer, and then she went and got in the shower. I went back to my room to wait. When I heard the water go off, I went back for another view, this time I got to see her hot teen body totally wet which drove me further to madness. After she began to dry off and clothe, I walked away so she wouldn't walk out and be face to face with me, a peeping tom.

She went to her room, turned off the light, and went to bed. I was electric, so I walked in to the living room, where my step-mom was. I crept to the couch listening for her breathing. I could tell she was asleep, so I got closer, I stood next to the couch, she was half covered, from her waist down, by a blanket, and was wearing a too big t-shirt. I reached and gently touched the breast closest to me through her shirt, and she didn't even move. I set my hand down a little bit more firmly, and still nothing. I completely cupped her big tit in my hand squeezed just a little, and she continued to sleep as normal. I got bold and decided to slip my hand under her shirt, I moved slowly so I didn't disturb her. I successfully got my hand all the way up her shirt, and placed my hand on her boob, while I began to stroke my now fully erect cock (i'll be honest, i'm 6", not a monster size). I kept fondling her tits, pinching and rubbing her nipples, while I stroked my dick until I came. I rubbed a little bit on one of her nipples, and her body shuddered, and she moaned a little bit. I got scared she would wake up, so I went back to my room and masturbated 4 more times, I was spitting dust by the end, but it felt so good.

Ever since I was old enough to have a sex drive, I've always been very attracted to pre-teen girls; yet in all my life, I've only molested one -- my niece. She was 8 when I was 14, and I started to get urges for her. I took care of her that summer, and I thought this would be my best chance to do some touchy-feeley with her. She was a very affectionate girl; she liked to kiss and be kissed and liked to snuggle. It took very little grooming to get sexual with her. I would threaten to spank her with her pants down when she was naughty. I would trump something up, pull down her panties and spank her very gently, wishing I could put some wet kisses on that nice round bottom(later on, I got that wish -- and more). She liked to hold her small dog in her lap. I'd pet the dog, then put my hand under the dog and press gently on her sex. She would usually look at me and giggle. One day I finally worked up the nerve to go under her dress. I wold snuggle up to her and slide my hand up the outside of her leg. Her reaction was favorable, so i slid my hand over her leg and down to her crotch. I whispered in her ear, asking if that felt good. She said it did. Again I whispered, asking her if she would spread her legs for me. When she spread really wide, I knew I had made it! Soon she was agreeable to try anything I suggested -- finger penetration, kissing all over, nipple fondling. I told her I'd never seen a little girl pee, and would she show me. So she squatted in the bathtub with her legs apart and gave me a show. I never actually had sex with her -- she was too little to take my prick. And I suppose I was still too modest to show her my tool. I regret that now. I'm sure we could have had some great masturbation sessions. Usually after we "played", I'd go to the bathroom to jack off, but sometimes I'd need relief sooner. The closest we ever came to having sex (other than when I would masturbate against her panties while she was sleeping) was when I would get down on my knees behind her, put my arm around her waist and put my hand back inside her pants. She would spread her legs wide and hold my hand against her pussy. I would nestle my pole up tight against the crack in her bottom and rub it against her. I would shoot in about 30 seconds. She liked to have her butt rubbed, so I'm sure she just thought I was snuggling. She never told her parents or my parents about our times, and as an adult she never mentioned it to me. Maybe she just forgot. It was only one summer, but a memorable one for me.

i love to molest my wife while she sleeps. i suck on her soft nipples and finger her pussy. I would love to do more but she always wakes up if i try. anyone know of a good harmless drug that would knock her out without making her too drousy first?? i will reward you with any pics i take.

Ever since I was a kid, I was attracted to my mom in a weird way. Nothing sexual. But maybe seeing her around the house and her being the only women in my early years, maybe something got me hooked to her. When I was a kid, my mother was careful enough not to let her underwear lying around. But every once in a while, when I would go to take a bath, I would find a t-shirt or a jeans in the waste basket, I would smell it...just for her scent. Maybe because I thought thats what grown-ups do.

A lot of times my mom used wear transparent clothing. And she would have no underwear on. And she would just walk around like that. I would be able to see her tits. And I don't remember now but probably her hairy bunch too. And that was one nice ass. As I grew older,she found modesty. i forgot all about this.

one week, my father was away. It was pretty late night and I was watching sports in my parents bedroom. Now,it was pretty late and I didn't have school the next day, so i felt like jacking off. I decided to surf and find some hot movie or something. just to check, i decided to have a peek to see if my mom was up or not. What I found, was bliss. Through her dress, one of her tits had fallen out. Not just poking out or anything, completely out of the dress. my mom was unaware and sleeping. it was pretty risky,i had no idea what would happen if she woke up. i went ahead. i slowly brushed my hand against her boob and touched her nipple. it was hard. i played with it a little. then i went into the bathroom and jacked off.

next day,i was hornier. this time when she fell asleep,i lifted the sheets. her dress was lifted,she was wearing a dotted blue panty. i took a handful of that ass. she stirred a little. i thought she was awake. but she kept snoring still. then i went for it. i put myself in a spoon position and gathered up all the courage. and then one of my hands went for her boobs. now, she has really large boobs. and i had never touched a boob before. but they were soft. too soft. they caved in. age catches up doesnt it? this went on for a minute before she took a deep breath, indicating she was awake. i quickly turned and pretended to sleep. i fell asleep shortly after. the next morning, when i went down for breakfast, she smiled and said that i was up very late. i just mumbled something to it and we didnt say anything else.

now, i will make this clear. i dont want to fuck her. i dont fantasize her. it turns me off. but i have the oedipal complex sort of. mom son incest videos turn me on. some good stories get my heartbeat racing. even when i was younger,i fantasized that i would have an ultra hot mother or step mother, who would fuck me day and night. it turns me on, that there would be an experienced women in my own house, who could teach me. i would fuck her when i like and yet i wouldnt marry her or date her.a fuck toy or teacher. still we would be staying together.

that's the first time i have made a confession. wanted to get it off my chest, see if there's anyone else who has molested their mom.

Perfect society

NO HUMANS

If humans exist

PERFECT HUMANS

WOMAN

No Breast
No Nipples
No Vagina
No Pubic hair
No Ass
Transient anus

MEN

No Penis
No nipples
No public hair
No ass
Transient anus

Religion banned
Weapons banned (never made)
No computers
No phone (including cellphones)
No internet
No video games
No radio
No tv
No cameras
No electronics

Punishments

Rape/molestation/sexual crime- castration
Theft- hands cut off
Murder- death
Peeping- eyes removedy

This story is absolutely true, not embelished even a little. I didn't even change the names. If I read an opening line like that I'd be calling Bullshit already, so I get it if you are too. The only Line that would be worse is the penthouse forum staple "I never thought this would be happening to me but it did". Not bad, except EVERY story started the same. Being born with at least one extra Perv gene than most of mankind means I know my penthouse forum, thankfully it also meant that I knew exactly what to do with the opportunity that is the reason for writing this in the first place.
I was 14 when I had my only incest encounter. It remains one of my favorite memories of all time. I can be stroking my cock, not even close to cumming, think about fucking her and I will blow inside of 2 minutes tops. Still has that power even today. At 14 I fucked my 38 year old Aunt Kathy. She was stunningly beautiful at 38, even now at 62 she's beautiful. I was already as developed at 14 as most full grown men Six feet tall then and 190 lbs, very athletic as all my brothers are I didn't look like any 14 year old I grew up with. In fact I fucked 3 adult women before age 18 so it wasn't just my aunt. But she is the one I think about most. My mom was out of town at a wedding so my aunt was watching the house, not babysitting just making sure I didnt throw a rager of a party since I was in high school. Well Kathy bought vodka and was making screwdrivers, and gave me a few.Then asked if I wanted to smoke a joint, we did, and between the weed and vodka I had a huge buzz going. I think my Aunt had been flirting and trying to turn me on all night, but I was oblivious to it. Being buzzed helped, but I never expected Kathy to try and fuck me. Until she stood up and looked me in the eye and said "you better go lock the door, we don't want anyone walking in if we are going to do what I think we are". Then she went in the bathroom to change for bed.I am still totally not getting her drift, and I'm like what did that mean? Somewhere between our front door and my bedroom door the lightbulb went on over my head. My buzz evaporated like it never exsisted in the first place. Instead I was part nervous and suddenly overwhelmingly HORNY like only a teenage boy can get. I stopped dead in my tracks, thought hard a second and said fuck it, I am going for it and literally ran to my mom's room. Empty. My aunt was still changing in the hall bathroom. Going out further out on the limb I was on, I stripped down to my tighty whitey's (hated that fucking style of underwear, Boxer-Briefs for life now) and lay down on the bed. I know leaving my underwear on sounds lame, but I was 14, and still not ABSOLUTELY POSITIVE I even knew she meant us having sex by the comment she made. If I'm wrong and I'm in my undies it's very embarrassing. If I'm wrong, naked and stroking my cock.... well the Peace Core might have been my only choice then, and I am only halfway kidding with that.When Kathy comes out of the bathroom in a silky come fuck me Negligee, the nervousness vanished, my cock suddenly seemed to be bigger than it had ever been (serious, it was incredible, like someone was saying I needed to bring a bit more to bat, awesome pun TOTALLY intended). So now I'm kicking back, grinning like an idiot and pitching a tent so big, Barnum and Baily were trying to set up a fucking circus in my underwear. Now Kathy comes in and sits on the bed, and she's the one seeming nervous. Too fucking late for that shit, I am a 14 year old with a heat seeking missle attached to my crotch. She lays down facing me propped up on one elbow, looking soooo hot, she's talking but it's like hearing every grown up speak in any Charlie Brown cartoon made."Wah Wah wah wah wah". She is trying to backpedal a bit, I think she really thought about the fact that I am not just her nephew but only 14 as well. I lost my virginity at 12, along with most of the kids I hung out with. I'd like to give a shout out to Stephanie(12) and April(11) who made sure we could get that out of the way early and practice a couple of times more after the first one. Looking back at those two girls I realize they must have been molested young, because I swear to you a 12 year old and an 11 year old were getting a train pulled on them in the storage shed at my cousins apartment. Very cool then, more than a little disturbing now. But that's not on me, I just accepted the offer. Back to Aunt Kathy, as she's working up to telling me to leave, I just pounce. I reach out and push her back so she is lying flat on the bed and start kissing her passionately on the mouthmy free hand is in heaven, roaming her womans body hungrily.pulled her C cup tits free I move my mouth to her nipples sucking them then biting gently and pulling them till they snapped back to her tits proper. Nice opening move for a 14 year old, probably bullshit right? Hell no. 3 older brothers and countless hours reading, you guessed it, Penthouse Forum. I am very cerebral, and I have an incredibly vivid imagination. I looked at all the pictures just like everyone else, but I soaked up the stories like no other kid I ever saw. They were great to masturbate to, and oit turns out can serve as a how to manual too!I literally did things that night for no other reason than I had read about others doing it and they sounded fun. I totally blindsided my Aunt, it was epic. in 5 minutes shes not talking about "this is wrong, you should go" she is moaning and opening her legs so I can play with her cunt. Which you could have roasted marshmellows over, it was so hot.I learned to eat pussy on the fly that night, I knew that I should lick down there but not much more than that. But, and this is still super important, just listen to the sounds she makes and how her body moves. Pay attention to the woman and she will let you know when you are doing it right. The Breathing heavy and moaning were huge, but when Kathy grabbed me by the back of my head with both hands, lifted her legs up and open wider, groaning "Oh My God" I knew I was doing something right. So I stayed there, doing it until she pulled me upon top of her, grabbed my cock and lined me up at her version of the gates of heaven. I buried it into her in one thrust. For the record I am totally average. 6 and 1/2 inches. Here is were the story writer is bringing 8, 9 or 10 inch cocks to the table, proving he is full of shit.Those size cocks don't grow on trees, hell, those size cocks ARE trees. So my average cock sank balls deep into the hottest, wettest cunt I think I've ever felt, even to this day. Maybe I got 10 thrusts into her before I felt like I was about to explode. I just stiffened up like a squirrel that 's been dead 3 days. Kathy knew I was going to cum hard thankfully, because the moment I slid inside my Aunt I forgot how to speak English, all I had left was moans and groans. she pushed me out of her and my cum shot everywhere, like an old school sprinkler.I rolled off her, laying on my back, trying to learn how to speak again and waiting for the pounding of my heart to slow. Now I know I'm getting booted out of the room any second, that is bumming me out but only a little bit since it's hard to be sad when you're 14 and you just fucked a beautiful WOMAN, and judging by her moans, did a decent job of it. Then I feel this awesome warmth suround my cock,. Looking down it's Kathy and she is sucking and stroking my cock till it gets hard, which happened the moment her lips wrapped around my cock. We fucked all night. lots of firsts for me. Learned I REALLY LOVE doggy style, and fucked a woman's ass for the first time. Ate her dripping pussy for hours it seemed. To this day my 2 favorite thing are anal and eating pussy.I know I got much better at fucking that night, because I will always remember her scratching my back and saying over and over in a disbelieving voice "my nephews a stallion" That will build a boy's confidence quickly. I had so many fantasies of fucking her regularly, or any time I wanted to. Nope. Never again. If this seems well written, Like someone writing Erotica, thank you. I am an aspiring writer(not erotica) and am actually writing a book now. As soon as I started to right this story out for a super sexy Mom from South Africa, that's you Hanna, I just came out like I was writing a story rather than telling a story about something that happened to me. Hope you enjoyed it Hanna, and/or anyone else that reads it.