I confess I pay my ex-girlfriend's cell phone bill every month and in return she cams with me and sends me nudes pretty much whenever I want. We started dating over 10 years ago and were together about 4 years. I'm over her and have little to no interest in getting back with her but there's just something about her tits that I still love. Also, on occasion, I'll go meet her and we'll hang out and I'll take her lunch and then we'll go back to her place and she usually ends up blowing me for buying her lunch. I guess the biggest issue is that my current girlfriend doesn't know about any of it. We have a great relationship but I don't mind helping the ex for a little something in return.

So the other night I was hanging with my 19 yearold girlfriend and we went to her school to shoot some Photography for one of classes. We got to talking and she told me since its a college people are aloud to take nude self portraits of themselves and that got me to thinking of how much fun it would be to either A. Get her to or B. find a girl at the school to shoot a lil movie;). They have walls to give you privacy in the room so it could very well be possible if she's into it, but the question is how to ask or come across it...?

I confess that I still stroke my cock to the first girl I got a blow job from/had sex with. Those memories and the pictures I have of her still get me raging hard, all of these years later. Before you ask, I don't have nudes - just some playful pics I took and saved. But I have the stories...

We started hanging out October our Freshman year in college, years ago now. I'd seen her around the dorm and thought she was hot and finally got a chance to talk to her one night when we were both the DD's for our groups of friends. We went to a frat party and were both hungover from the night before, so we decided not to drink. We hit it off immediately. The chemistry was insane - electric.

We went back to the dorm that night and made out on my futon. I remember my cock being so hard, and her reacting to the touch of it through my pants as she got on top of me and started to grind on it. I was super innocent at the time and had no clue what to do, and she was definitely more experienced than I was. She let me grab her ass as she continued to grind, and I remember grabbing her tits through her shirt at first and noticing how firm they were. A perfect handful of athletic tightness. She'd been a cheerleader and that fitness level hadn't left her yet.

I was throbbing hard as we made out and felt her up through her shirt, over her bra at first, peeling it down a little and grazing her bare skin. I could feel her nipples through the fabric poking through and it was driving me crazy. I honestly didn't know what I was doing, but I loved it. She was electric. We kept making out that night, and I didn't make a move.

I didn't even know what the fuck blue balls were at this point, and towards the end of the night, I had the worst case I've still had to date. I excused myself to the dorm bathroom down the hall, tucked my hard cock up into my waistband and went into a stall. Left her in my room like a dumbass and blew what was the hardest load I'd ever shot at that point in my life into the dorm toilet, lol. Just pumped cum all over the place and nearly fell over. It felt so good and I remember thinking at that moment that I was going to really get somewhere with a girl. I knew that I was going to have her.

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

So a couple months ago me and my husband were finally able to go on a vacation just the two of us. We left our kids with his parents and booked 2 week vacation at a 21+ all inclusive resort so we didn’t have listen or deal with any little kids.  So the first couples days go by amazing lots of drinking, food and fucking. Couldn’t remember the last time we were able to fuck so much.  One day we’re down by the pool and we started chatting with another couple our age and they told us about a nude beach that was close by.  That night after we fucked, we started talking and we both brought up the nude beach so we decided to check out the next day as we didn’t have anything planned.  We got the beach, found a good spot, striped down, put some sunscreen on and layed down on our blanket.  After a bit I decided to go for a walk long the shore and my husband just watched from our spot.  As I was walking along the shore I saw a some younger couples, older couples and groups friends all hanging out. Everyone was super friendly and I stopped to chat with. On my way back to our spot I was walking by a group of younger guys and they started chatting with me so I stopped and as I was chatting with them I was checking them out most of them had above average cocks but this one guy that this really toned and muscular body had a massive cock.  He was easily 1.5 to 2 times the thickness and 1.5 times in length then the other guys.  As we were talking all could think was he’s cock and I could feel myself getting wet.  I finished chatting with them and went back and layed down next to me husband and I felt his hand make its way my my stomach to me pussy and he said I my ear that my pussy was really wet after chatting with those younger guys. We got dressed and raced back to hotel to fuck. As we’re fucking all could think about was the guys massive cock. We finished fucking and it had to have been the best so far while on vacation. Now that we back home I still think about that wanting to feel his cock deep inside me. My husband is above average in both length and thickness but still no where close to size of this guy. Is it bad that still about think about him. And for everyone’s info me and my husband are in our late 30’s 

I confess that I just got a 30 year old Vietnamese woman to get completely naked for me on cam. Met her on an adult chat board the other night where she started asking me questions on how she could convince her boyfriend to let her have a threesome. She told me she's in Vietnam, he in New York. She's supposed to fly there to see him for the holidays and wants to have a threesome with him and another guy while she's there. We've been talking about this for the last two days. About an hour ago she was simul-texting me and her boyfriend at the same time and he apparently got fed up with her asking him about the threesome and signed off for the night. She texted me he'd left and wanted to know how she could convince him. I said "Maybe he's afraid you're to good looking and whoever you bring in won't just let it rest as a one and done. Let me see what you look like".
Her response "Do you want to see all of me?"
"Nude you mean," I asked.
"Yes" she responded.
"Sure, if you want." She sent me a request for a video chat and there she was, sitting with her shirt open and these two beautiful little breasts that had the brightest pink nipples you've ever seen staring back at me. She didn't show her face and kept nervously closing then reopening her shirt.
"Take it off." I said. She hesitated for a second then slipped it off her shoulders.
"Do you like?" She asked in her stilted accented English.
"Very much" I responded. "Are you going to take those panties off and let me see all of you"
Her hands hovered over her waistband. She moved them away, covered her chest with one arm, sat in silence for a minute or so, then finally laid on her back and slipped them off. She then turned on her side so I could see all of her. 
"Let me see between your legs" I ordered. She brought her legs up to cover her crotch, then stretched them out again, then finally brought herself up to her knees, spreading her legs just far enough for me to catch a glimpse of her mound. 
She leaned forward towards the camera and said "I going to hang up now" and that was it. Show over. I texted her how it felt getting naked for a complete stranger and she responded that she felt nervous but excited at the same time.
I asked if she was turned on any. She said she was. 
I said I would really have liked to watch you touch yourself. She responded "maybe next time" and then told me she had to get off as she had to go back to work.
Before she signed off I asked her her if she was going to tell her boyfriend about this and she responded that he didn't need to know.  She ended the conversation with "Talk to you later (sly smiley face)" which I interpret as more interesting things to come in the future.

I was looking through my sisters computer for pics for some family event and she was sitting right next to me. I came across some nudes. not sure if she could tell but she had this little grin like she knew damn well her brother was looking at her nice big tits, it was so amazing after seeing like over 100 pics of her in everyday normal life to see those great tits hanging out. She even spread her legs in one pic. I went back into her room later and downloaded the pics. I put them up on this site, it gets me off to think that all of you are looking at my sexy sisters tits, jerking your cocks just like I did. thanks sis.

I confess that I jerk off with one of my wife's best friends husbands while we swap naked pictures and videos of them on Google Hangouts. It's a crazy turn on watching his eyes roll up and down my wife as they chat when we are hanging out on weekends knowing that he's seen her fully nude, acting like a complete whore jamming a dildo up her horny cunt.

This confession will be long winded I apologize but I need to rant and also I don't know what to do. I confess that I in the worst way want to bang my female roommate and I'm slightly jealous of her boyfriend (also my roommate). I don't feel so bad about wanting to and even trying to bang her because he tends to treat her like garbage and she's a flirtatious attention whore . IE, one night he yelled at her for wearing shorts because apparently his roommate (me) doesn't need to see her legs. When she told him to deal with it she did nothing wrong, he let out a long growl then folded his arms and began steaming. On the other hand she will go to the club without her bf (she's done this stuff to me while he's at work) wearing next to nothing while kissing on guys necks and cheeks, grind on them, and even let them fondle her mostly (except a few parts). She leads them on (sometimes me) into believing they are going to get laid and when prompted (even I have tried) about it she just says oh , no I can't I have a bf (leaving you confused and frustrated). One day she let me kiss all over her neck and even grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into it, another she let me motorboat her for a long time while laughing like a school girl, the one that got me was when she plopped on my lap and I got a boner and she started gently grinding her crotch on it (like almost unnoticeably dry humping ) next thing I know I feel her whole body shudder and she hops up and looks around all shifty eyed while saying she has stuff to go finish. Another thing that leads me to want to bang her so badly is I believe she is sleeping around on her bf (if she is, naturally I want in on it) but I can't get any real concrete evidence other than a series of humungous red flags. First red flag she told me she never takes or sends nudes, I caught her in the middle of taking nudes (which I secretly found and more on her phone) once and then another day I saw a snapchat message she sent to her ex bf of her in one piece lace lingerie. She tried to justify that she just takes nudes and doesn't send them anywhere (what?) and that the lingerie pic she was technically clothed so it wasn't bad (again what?). The real red flag is that she will dress real sexy to go the club or just to hang out with her "best" guy friends. She just went and stayed the night at her "best" guy friends house for a day during the weekend and she wore skin tight fake leather pants and fancy black lace panties (non-thong type). How I know, I saw her dressed sexy when she left for his house and then when she came back she threw all her stuff in a chair in the living room and upon my (secretive) investigation I found her lace panties still inside her pants. What would she need sexy pants and lace panties for if she's not cheating? I've seen her around the apartment, she doesn't normally wear sexy pants or lace panties (even for her bf, unless its like an anniversary or something). Also the one really big flag was that she took me on a "friends date" to go see her ex bf at pro wrestling school (he had a match) and she ditched me for like 20 minutes because "he found her and took her to the back room to chat" but when she came back her lipstick she had put on to "look good" was rubbed off (as in clean off and none anywhere). She tried to justify her missing lipstick by telling me she "went to the bathroom and accidently rubbed it off." (again what?) Because of all this I really want to bang her so badly and getting evidence of her cheating would turn me on and possibly be a god send, but I'm having a little trouble seducing her. I want to seduce her so hard but can't figure it out.

I confess I've done a lot of sexual stuff throughout my life but very few things I regret. This is not a regret.

My father was a bigamist and had so many wives we lost track. It wasn't a Mormon thing; he never had more under a roof than one at a time, but there were multiples at the same time in different states.

One stepmother and I hated each other. Hated her daughter, my stepsister, as well and the feeling was mutual there. Their existence pretty much was to make my life hell. My revenge on them happened when I was fifteen, stepsister was fourteen, and step-mother was in her mid-30s.

Bit of background: stepmother wasn't a knockout by any means. She wasn't fat but wasn't fit. Smaller tits, unshapely ass, and a bit of a paunch in her stomach. Step-sister was definitely better off as she had a nice tight body, great ass and cute but almost nonexistent tits. My father was the meal ticket the stepmother had always wanted and was afraid of losing that.

One day after school I was on the phone with a girl in the den and the stepsister came in. Stepmother was a stay at home type who always slept throughout most of the day, even past the time the stepsister and I would get home from school. Found out later she was a druggie (no heroin but definitely coke, crack, weed, alcohol, etc) and it comes into play in my revenge.

Anyway, the stepsister came in and was drunk off her ass. Vodka. She was being loud, obnoxious, and a real bitch. She proceeded to tease the hell out of me, showing her tits and ass, telling me I'd never get anyone like her. I hung up the phone and tried to get her to go to her room to sleep it off, but it wasn't happening. She stripped naked in front of me, touching herself and repeating I'd never get anything like her. My cock got hard, seeing her in all her glory, and she noticed. She laughed and struggled with me to get my pants off, taunting me that I "probably have a small cock", followed by "doubt I'd even be able to feel it".

I don't know what came over me but I responded, "Want to see it? I can prove it's not small." She sarcastically said yes and I stripped, hard cock out there. She stopped laughing and mocking but didn't do much else. No real reaction but staring at it. I moved up to her, my cock brushing her belly, looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Now let's see if you can feel it..."

I grabbed her, turned her around, forced her head onto the desk, and entered her from behind. I fucked her like mad. Relentless, aggravated, hate filled pounding. Between groans and other sounds she'd let out a weak "mommy" now and again. The whole thing was heightened by the fact that her mother was just down the hall.

I pulled out and came all over her ass. She stayed bent over the desk for a few minutes as I got dressed and grabbed a smoke. When I looked at her again she had tears in her eyes. She told me she was a virgin and I took her virginity. I asked her if she liked it. She said "yes" in a whispered voice, face down as if in shame. We didn't talk about it again the rest of the night.

The next day after school she came into the room again. I for sure thought she was going to confront me or tell me she had told her mother but she didn't. She asked if we could do it again, just like last time. She was stone cold sober this time. I bent her over the desk and took her again. This time she was letting out more than just groans; she was moaning and getting into it. I came on her ass again and this time she stood up and kissed me. We spent the next month fucking every day after school and squeezing a few times in during the nights and weekends. She wanted to try everything so she gave me head, I fucked her in the ass, and we screwed all over that house. Always it was me being the aggressor and dominating her.

One day we were having sex in the bathroom. I had just finished cumming on her face and she was sucking my cock clean. The door opened and her mother was in the middle of asking if she as okay as she'd heard noises. Her mother stopped and saw her daughter with my cock halfway down her throat, cum dripping down her face. To say her mother went ballistic was an understatement. After all the yelling and threats died down my stepmother told us she was going to think whether to tell my father. A few days went by and nothing was said but the idea of it hang over my head.

The stepmother, as I stated, was a druggie. When my father was out of town on business trips she'd bring her druggie friends over and they'd get high and drunk in her room. One of her druggie friends was an older woman, mid-40s, who was a total butterface. Amazing body but just a messed up drug and prostitution face. She'd given me the once over a few times before but her looks were filled with something a bit more this time and I figured the stepmother had told her what had happened.

The stepsister had gone over to a friend's house for the weekend so I was home alone with the stepmother and her druggie whore friend. They had been getting high and drunk all day. At about 1am I woke up to the druggie whore sucking my cock. When she noticed I was awake she stopped long enough to tell me that the stepmother had indeed told her what happened and she had to see for herself what her "niece" had been fucking. She sucked me until I came in her mouth, cleaned me off, then sat on the bed. She asked if it had been fun fucking my stepsister. I told her yes. She told me that she started doing what she did because her dad fucked her, but that she secretly enjoyed it and thought that the stepsister and I should be able to continue fucking since we both enjoyed it so much.

She stopped talking for a moment, a smirk coming across her face, when she blurted that she had an idea. She told me to stay in my bed until she came back and got me. I didn't know what she had planned but I grabbed a smoke and did as I was told.

About thirty minutes later she came back in, completely nude but with a strap-on on. She told me to follow her.

We got to the stepmother's bedroom door, which was wide open, and I saw that my stepmother was tied up and blindfolded in a doggystyle position. The druggie whore whispered to me that her and my stepmother would spend most of their days getting high, drunk and fucking; always the druggie whore fucking my stepmother with her strap-on. She told me to stand at the door and watch, jerking just enough to keep me hard but not cumming. The druggie whore went into the room and started fucking my stepmother.

About ten minutes into it the druggie whore pulled out and came back over to me. She told me it was my turn. I told her this was a bad idea but she said, "Her and I talk. She's told me hundreds of times how she wants to fuck you. Hell, since she found out you were fucking her daughter she's had me pretend to be you. Trust me."

I stood there for a minute, bewildered. While the stepmother wasn't as hot as the daughter I wouldn't have said no to fucking at this point in my life, yet I was still afraid of the consequences of fucking her. I also wasn't exactly trusting of a druggie whore. She whispered to me, "either you get over there and fuck her or I'm going to bend you over and fuck you with this." She stroked and shook her strap-on with a sneer on her face.

I decided "what the fuck" and mounted my stepmother from behind. I fucked her with the same fervor I had her daughter. My stepmother was screaming and yelling and moaning and enjoying it. The druggie whore came over to watch closely and after a bit she motioned for me to flip my stepmother on her back. I did so, reentered and kept fucking. Just as I was getting close to cumming the druggie whore leaned in and whispered to me to cum inside my stepmother. The look on my face told her I was afraid of knocking her up, so she followed with a "it's ok". I don't know why I trusted her in that moment but I don't think I cared at that point, I was too focused on my orgasm. As I reached climax the druggie whore yanked the blindfold off my stepmother, grabbed her head and forced her to look at me. I shot my load into my stepmother's pussy as a look of total shock was on her face. She hadn't even had time to properly react.

I pulled out and sat back on the bed. The druggie whore told my stepmother that now that she'd had my cock too she couldn't say anything about my fucking her daughter. My stepmother was pissed for a moment but then relented. She agreed that I could resume fucking her daughter if I fucked her too. The druggie whore added in that I had to fuck her too whenever she was over.

For the next year and a half I fucked my stepsister, stepmother and the druggie whore. The stepmother and stepsister never did anything to each other but more than enough times one would watch as I fucked the other. The druggie whore and I would switch off on fucking both at the same time. The druggie whore eventually buried her strap-on in me quite a few times before finding out that I'd already had that happen before and that I'd been taking cock in my ass for quite a while by then. Stepmother took a few turns with the strap-on in me as well.

Eventually the marriage between my stepmother and father ended and I never saw them again. The druggie whore got a few more years out of me, turned my ass out a few times when I was down and out and passed me around to some friends, but those are stories for another time.

This is completely true which isn't hard to believe because it isn't that amazing really, just for me it was.

I confess that I have a super hot GF that I love and have been with for 4 years, but we haven't been very active in the bedroom for a while. I am 31 and she is 24 and I have much more experience so I tend to get a little bored with our routine and while I have taught younger girls in the past to be great sex partners, somehow it is different with this girl and the sex is just never that great. It is too bad because I do adore her and she is the hottest girl I have ever dated. A European natural blonde with big tits, a beautiful tight ass, and thin waist. Face is just stunning as well. Anyway, I end up fantasizing a lot, sometimes about her being better in bed, or about other girls I know. I end up masturbating a lot too and she knows it and complains. I need to find a way to make out sex better so I would want it more.

Anyway, she was away all this weekend. I am currently doing a volunteer placement somewhere and when I was just finishing up my friday day shift when a very cute young volunteer came in. We got talking and she convinced me to stay for dinner. I noticed she had a fantastic body, very cute face, and was much younger than me although I wasn't sure her age. Somehow I was attracted to her even though she isn't my type really. She doesn't have big tits which I love and she talks like a real ditzy valley-girl type. Normally I would make fun of girls like this behind their back but the thought of fucking her really turned me on for some reason. I told myself that was all just a fantasy as I have never cheated on my GF and I doubt this girl would be into me. I decided not to try anything and knew I wouldn't anyway. She drove me home later and when we parked at my house she asked if I wanted to take her number. This was a clear sign that she liked me. I said yes and mumbled that maybe we would hang out sometime. Later that night I couldn't resist creeping her on facebook. I jacked it to some hot pics of her as I often do with other girls I know or meet. Another hottie in the spank-bank I told myself.

I then decided for some reason I can't explain to text her and say thanks for the ride and it was nice to meet her. She texted back and started up a bit of a conversation with smiley faces. Somehow we ended up making plans for the very next day to watch a movie at her place. I couldn't believe it. Here I was a taken 31 year old who just met this gorgeous little student doing volunteer work one night and the next night we are meeting up at her house, all coincidentally when my GF is gone all weekend. I felt like I did nothing and it all just happened to me.

I fantasized about what could happen at her house and jacked off again. I told myself that I was really just going to go and hang out, have a nice innocent time. When I get to her house she is pretty decked out, as if she is about to go out for the night. I meet her roomie and I assume we will watch the movie all together in the living room. Instead she pours me a glass of wine and takes me to her room. We talk for a while and start watching the movie on her laptop while sitting on the bed. Slowly throughout she gets closer and starts to snuggle up a bit, grasping me at the scary parts. I couldn't believe this was happening. When it finished we stayed sitting and talked a bit. Again, I told myself that I wasn't going to make any move. I have a girlfriend for heaven's sake. The conversation got awkward and I could tell that she was desperate for me to make a move but I didn't budge. Eventually she just jumped my bones and kissed me and we started making out. Still I was thinking, okay I will mess around a bit but I am sure it won't go any further, she is pretty young. Next thing I know she is tearing off my clothes. I couldn't hold back any longer. I peeled off her shirt and I don't think I ever removed a bra faster. My god, her body was amazing. So young and tight and perky. Her ass was just absolutely fantastic. Super tight and cute but still nice hips and a little meat that was so bouncy and supple. One of the most incredible bodies I have ever seen. Perfect perky little tits, very thin but not disgustingly. Amazing thighs. The whole package.

Still with our underwear on, we hump for a bit and then to my surprise she asks if I have a condom. I did. That is the crazy part is I actually brought some, mostly just to add some realism to the fantasy that I thought would never really occur. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I have a fairly large penis and she gasped at it's size and commented on how big it was. As I had hoped she had the cutest little clean shaven pussy. The sex was AMAZING! I pounded the crap out of this little girl and she loved it! She rode me for ages as well. I could easily lift her and slam her onto my cock. It was some of the best sex I have ever had. It was exactly what I was missing. It was instantly better than any sex I have ever had with my GF. And her ditzy little moans were awesome. I now understand why people cheat. It was an amazing experience and it all just fell upon me with no effort. She orgasmed 2 or 3 times and then we very quickly went at it again, which I almost never do and she orgasmed another 2 times. She said it was the only time she has ever orgasmed with just penetration. She was shaking for a long time afterward. I ended up pulling out and she finished me off. I blew my load all over her and it was fucking awesome. There is no better feeling than blowing your load all over a cute skinny little girl way younger than you.

Afterward she asked how old I was, which was obviously eating at her because she knew I was older. When I revealed my age (31) she was very surprised (people often think I am much younger) not freaked out. She was like, as if I just fucked a grown-up. That was so hot to hear for some reason. Then she revealed that she is only 22. I mean I am already way older than my GF and now I just nailed this stunning little 22 year old. I know 22 and 24 are close, but damn, this 22 year old's body was just that much more tight and perky and perfect. I felt bad that she didn't know how much older I was but she actually apologized to me for not telling me how young she was. I said don't worry about it and she expressed that she has never been with someone so much older and never normally sleeps with someone so fast. Suddenly I was very worried about the fallout of all this but I was too happy about the amazing sex. Then she said the perfect words. That we should keep it secret and even though it was a great one-nighter, we probably wouldn't work out age-wise. I couldn't believe how easy it was. She said she wished I was younger because she liked me but instead we would just have to keep it secret friends with benefits. Oh and it also turns out she is a nude model sometimes for artsy stuff and 2 of her roommates are also models. Not surprised with her body.

I am still pretty terrified that somehow or another it will come back to bite me as I never told her I have a girlfriend. I hope she really does keep it on the down-low. As awesome as it was, now I always have to worry that she will send me a suspicious text that my GF will find or just show up at my house. I also worry because people where I volunteer know I have a GF and although this girl is only there one evening a week, something might still leak out. I will have to tell her at one point that I am in a "complicated" relationship and although we slept together I am now working things out with my GF. I hope it all works out. I am really thrown for a loop on this. I really do love my GF but damn, it was so fun and I can't wait to go back. It is tough because I don't feel like there is anything wrong with it, but my girlfriend does and that's what makes it deceptive and bad. I wish we lived in a society that encouraged this sort of stuff. I never thought I would be a cheater but it was so awesome and allowed me to get out some sexual frustration. I will probably be more pleasant to my GF now even. Why must we deprive ourselves of such great experiences? I honestly wouldn't mind if my GF did this sometimes if I did and as long as we still loved and supported one another.

I really hope I get away with this. As awesome as it was, it isn't worth losing my GF over.