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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm now 30. When I was 3 my parents were divorced and mom got married a year later to another man. He didn't pay much attention to me at first like about till 7 years. About then, when I was 10 he started exposing himself to me, very subtle at first. Like I would come home from school and he would be there, mom was at her job as a nurse. I always went to the bathroom when I first got home and sometimes I would walk into the bathroom and see him standing there with his penis hanging out like he was gonna pee. He would always say he was sorry, like it was an accident. I know now that he was doing it on purpose and he wanted me to see it which I did, a lot. He was a salesman and worked his own hours so I think he timed it to where he was at home when he knew I was gonna be there.
    Things went on like that for a while until one day when mom was out of town for some kind of nurse convention he walked out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around him. It was open in the front and he came into my room to ask me something, he said. He was standing there talking to me and I couldn't help but notice his dick hanging out through the opening in the towel. He noticed my eyes wandering down there and again said he was sorry but this time he held it out and shook it a little and said it was nothing for me to be embarrased about, just a part of a mans body, etc. He pulled the towel closed and walked out of the room. I was very confused. On the one hand I was very curious about it and on the other I knew I shouldn't be looking at his dick like that.
    Dad and I (I was calling him that by now) used to like to stay up late and watch tv after mom was asleep. He would always be in his underwear. One night I noticed how he had his hand down the front of his underwear feeling himself. I paid no attention until I looked over and saw his underwear sticking up what looked like about a foot. I asked him what was wrong with it. He pulled the front of his underwear down and showed it to me and said that it just got that way sometimes. I was amazed, it was so BIG. At that point I was wondering why he would be showing me that so I asked him why. He said that he thought that I was old enough to know what that part of a man's body looked like. To be truthful I was facsinated by it and couldn't look away. He was rubbing it the whole time we talked. The head of it looked like it was swelling up. It had these big veins in it. I noticed every detail. I kept glancing at it while we talked until suddenly he started breathing hard and said "sorry". I looked at his dick and this stuff was squirting out of it. It went on the coffee table, the floor, everywhere. Of course now I know all about that but at the age of 10 I was clueless. Scared me to death I thought he had hurt himself and stood up and asked him if he was ok. He said yeah and that he didn't mean for that to happen. Of course, I was full of questions then and he explained everything to me. He even did it again for me about an hour later but this time he was a lot more obvious about it. He went and got some lotion and squirted it on his dick and stood there pumping on it while I watched. When he came, there wasn't as much as the first time naturally but his sperm still shot out about a few inches. The first time it was about 2 feet.
    After that he would almost always be home when I got there from school. We would sit there on the couch and watch tv and talk. I guess he would catch me staring at his crotch which I guess I did because he would rub himself and ask me if I wanted to see it again and I would just giggle. He unzipped his pants and got it out and would shake it till it got hard. At first he just dry jacked himself but after a while he would tell me to go to the bathroom and get his lotion for him. After a while I would squirt some on his dick and watch him coat it all over before he jacked off for me. I liked to watch him stand in front of me while he did it. It became a little game for us. We would both guess if "a lot" was gonna come out. Sometimes he would cum in buckets, sometimes just a couple squirts. I guess over time it all had to do with how much he and mom were fucking combined with how much he would jack off for me. All I know is that over time I got to where I enjoyed watching it more each time he did it. I would run from the school bus at the end of the block to our house because I knew he was gonna be there to put on a show for me. Eventually he got to where he would be there with his dick already out of his pants and rubbing it when I walked in.
    Looking back on all this I know that what he was doing was very wrong but the thing is, I loved it and I was never "damaged" because of it. I grew up, dated a number of guys, and am now married with a girl of my own, who's 4. With almost every guy I've had sex with, I've asked him to jack off for me. Some were willing, some weren't. My husband loves to do it in front of me and we often have mutual masturbation sessions. Of course it's obvious where my love of watching a man masturbate came from. If anyone is wondering if my stepdad ever touched me or tried to take advantage of my body, the answer is no. He was actually very loving and we did do other, more "normal" father/daughter things together. My mom never found out about our special time together and as for my stepdad, we talk on the phone occasionally. They were divorced when I was 12 and mom never re-married. He moved out of town with his job. Part of me feels guilty about enjoying what we did, like I was the one doing something wrong, but the fact is I loved it. I'm not ashamed to say it now, I did.

    #11378 — Comments (49) — May 18, 2012 at 11:03 PM — That's Juicy! (85) Remove It. ( **** )
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I'm a long time lurker here. This is not a guilty confession, although no doubt I'll get many responses calling me names.

    I'm a woman whose 40th birthday is in the near future. I neither smoke or drink, do not go to bars, and have not been on a date in twelve years. I do not have random sexual encounters with men or my own gender. I do not even gamble. In other words I am as bland a person as is humanly imaginable.

    I met "Joshua" back in August. I was driving along when I sighted a curled up figure on the sidewalk. I stiopped and found a young boy crying in the rain. It seemed that his family had put him out of the car when they discovered that they didn't have enough money to feed all of them at a restaurant. I didn't believe it at first, but I would discover later it was true. When he gave me his address, I couldn't let him walk three miles in the rain back home, so I dropped him off. when we got to his house, he sat on the front porch in the rain because he had no way to get in. So of course I took him to my place. When I got him to go to the shower I saw the welts and bruises and scars on his torso. A call to Child Services got me a simple response of 'we can't comment on an open case but we will record your call'.

    Joshua became a regular visitor to my home. I lived a mile away from him but he didn't mind the walk. I was appalled by his scruffy appearance and tried to clean him up and get him some less shabby clothes. By contrast, the times I saw his parents they were dressed in new clothes and well-fed. I also treated his injuries when necessary.

    I don't recall when he began to spend the night, but he had his own pajamas and shower supplies and a small wardrobe at my place by the time school started. Often on the weeknights he would stay at my place. I tried once to call his parents and let him know where he would be sleeping, but as soon as I mentioned his name I got a screaming, swearing, violent tirade about how they were going to 'teach Joshua his place'. I never tried to talk to them again.

    It was the end of September that I woke up at night and felt the oddest sensation. I looked down and saw Joshua sucking on my toes. When he noticed that I was awake, he screamed and ran to a corner, putting up his arms like he expected me to hit him. I could only put my arms around him and hug him and try to calm him down. Eventually I was forced to take out one of my breasts and let him suckle until he calmed down. After he relaxed I told him he hadn't done anything wrong, just to ask first.

    From that point on, Joshua was sucking at my toes and fingers and nipples and earlobes. He'd lick any part of me that he could. And it didn't take long for me to copy him. He was so starved for affection and contact that he wanted yo experience my existence in every way he could. And I have to admit, I came to enjoy both giving and receiving.

    It was the middle of September that the constant mutual stimulation took on a sexual overtone. Our simple nighttime caresses suddenly became either dry-humping or energetic mutual masturbation through our nightclothes. I was the pone who suggested showering together, but it was Joshua that added digital penetration and oral sex to our list of pleasures. At every step I either rationalized it or simply ignored it. Even when he performed analingus and cunnilingus on me or I performed fellatio on him I found it in myself to not think of us as lovers.

    I was Halloween that turned the tide. We had our own private night, and I wore a short-skirted sexy Alice costume and he wore a Cheshire Cat costume as we handed out candy. At one point in the evening there was a lull and he had begum playing around under my skirt, and by this point in our relationship I thought nothing of it when he lowered by panties and began licking at my ass. In fact I got on my knees and leaned against the sofa to give him better access. When he put his arms around me and began rubbing his penis against my ass I understood what he was trying to do. And I understood that after all we had been through, this was the Point of No Return.

    So I told him to get the vagisil moisturizer from the bathroom. He understood and applied it on my rectum and worked it inside. He entered me with no problem. It only lasted a few minutes before he climaxed but it felt marvelous. I went without panties the rest of the evening and when we showered we consummated properly.

    Now that the last taboo was broken, we became lovers in earnest, and he began spending more and more time here. In the middle of December he finally stopped going home. He's been here six weeks now, still going to school. I called Child Services again this Monday and got the exact same response as last time. He's been away from home for six weeks and his parents haven't even reported him missing! Not to mention the stretches of time he spent here that apparently never got a red flag from anyone.

    Technicall y I am a horrible pervert and a criminal. But Joshua is safe, well-fed, loved, attending school, and not being beaten. So what if he's in my bed and my body? So what if he'd rather play with my box rather than the XBox? He's happy here. And I must admit so am I. I had not realized how empty my emotional life had become, nor how nice it was to have a real sex life.

    What are we? Lovers, I guess. In it's purest form.

    #10798 — Comments (8) — Jan 20, 2012 at 11:40 AM — That's Juicy! (82) Remove It. ( ** )
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I am a married woman I was away from home on business for an entire week. I was staying at the Delta and on the Friday night I was feeling lonely and went to the bar in the lobby.

    I met this pharmaceutical sales guy and we seem to hit it off. We had a few rounds of drinks and near the end of the evening, I asked him if he would come up to my room for a night cap. I had never ever done this before and not sure what got into me.

    The ride in the elevator was somewhat awkward but we eventually made it to my room and once we got in the room he grabbed me and kissed me. We then fell on the bed and slowly the clothe came off.

    This guy was very good looking and single. I could tell he had not been with a woman for a long time and the sex lasted well into the night. It had been a long time since I had "hotel sex" although I felt guilty, this guy was scratching that itch and filling up that large void.

    The sex was intense, sensual and playful. Just when I tought we were done and going to sleep, he would rise again and kiss my body endlessly until he was inside of me again.

    We were in the shower at 3:00am and he was washing my back and my entire body. I could not remember the last time I had a shower that late or that exciting.

    I slept in his arms and could feel his muscular chest and although I felt confused, I can't remember the last time I felt this safe or satisfied.

    #9584 — Comments (0) — Jan 28, 2011 at 12:28 PM — That's Juicy! (82) Remove It. ( *** )
  • — Women Only —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Okay-how many women on here admit to masturbating? Is a toy better than your fingers if so? Just wondering

    #8238 — Comments (17) — Dec 25, 2009 at 1:00 PM — That's Juicy! (82) Remove It. ( ***** )
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I don't know how it started, but as a girl as young as ten, I've been an exhibitionist. I was never molested and came from a very loving home. I think something was just wired wrong in my head and I like to let people see parts of me they aren't supposed to.

    When my family would go to the beach, I would dig holes in the sand, but bend over too deep and too long. Boys my age would look, but even men my Dads age and older would look too. When I knew I had their attention I would try to show more. Sometimes I would pull my bikini to the side splitting my pussy. Sometimes I would pull my bikini down a bit allowing it to sag away from my pussy. It all depended on how much I wanted to show which was most often all of me.

    It became habit for me to wear skirts without panties just so I could "accidentally" show someone my pussy. One of my favorite ways to sit in a skirt was with my knees up to my chest and feet apart. I loved the way I felt so open and exposed.

    I was sitting that way once at a shopping mall just watching peoples reactions as they passed. Probably several dozen men saw my pussy each time I did that. Some would stop and sit across from me and pretend to wait for someone.

    My Dad had a thing for classic cars and was in the process of restoring a VW from the 60's. He had a friend over to help him one weekend. I was their helper getting them drinks and handing over tools. His friend was working on the engine from the bottom and Dad was working from the top.

    I would walk back at forth around the front of the car making sure his friend had a good view up my skirt. When I thought he had a good view I would casually play with the edge of my skirt flipping it up a bit. My Dad could see me, but I thought I was being discreet enough for him not to grasp what I was really doing.

    My Mom came out to let my Dad know he had a phone call. As soon as he left I wanted to make sure his friend saw more. His friend slid to the front of the engine with his head just under the bumper. I walked over to the front bumper and casually put my knee on in.

    I heard him stop working and I smiled to myself. I heard him take a deep breath and I put my knee further out, spreading myself for him. The door opened, I put my leg down and Dad told me to go inside.

    Just from the inside of the door, I could hear Dad telling his friend not to worry about it and that they knew I had a problem. What problem was Dad talking about? I felt fine.

    A few days later, I found myself in a Psychiatrists office discussing my problem. It took a few sessions with him before we even approached the subject of me being an exhibitionist. He asked if someone was hurting me and I told him how great my home life is.

    We began to talk about instances of me flashing people and just talking about it was exciting to me. I began to discreetly flash my Psychiatrist soon after that session. At first, I would move around in the chair often trying to get my skirt to cooperate. He knew what I was doing, but made no attempts to correct the behavior.

    One session, he bluntly asked me, "Are you wearing panties?". I'd never been confronted about it before and was actually embarassed by it. I told him I was and he politely called me a liar.

    He then said, "If you enjoy showing off, why lie about it when caught?". I was stumped. I didn't have a good answer. I think his goal of confronting me was to correct the bad behavior, but instead he got the opposite.

    I put my knees up to my chest and feet apart like I did at the mall so many times. He looked while at the same time telling me that wasn't appropriate.

    That's how our sessions went for a while. I would show him my pussy while we talked. He would always have his notebook on his lap. I never knew if I excited him, but I hoped I did. Sometimes, he would steal glances. Other times, he would blatantly stare.

    I saw him for just under a year. Most of the time we talked about everything else other than my flashing problem. My pussy would be exposed while we talked about movies, TV, school.

    I still have a habit of flashing people, so obviously I wasn't cured. If this habit had a negative impact on my life, I would see it as a problem, but it's not a compulsion and I'm not hurting anyone.

    #9647 — Comments (7) — Feb 18, 2011 at 11:20 AM — That's Juicy! (80) Remove It. ( ** )
  • — I Hate My Neighbor —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I hate my neighbor for diffrent reasons than most. I hate him because I can't resist sex. My dad and mom get along with our neighbors great and I think they are like best friends. My parents don't know that when ever I get alone with him we either have sex, or I suck him, or somthing always happens. He is older than my dad and he is married and has children my age. I like haveing sex with him. I can't resist. When no one is home I come over and he licks my clit and I suck his cock. He fucks me all the time. This summer we had a pool party and we met in our bathroom and he took my bikini off and fucked me on the sink, while his wife and kids and my parents and some more of my friends were outside in our pool. It was amazing.

    #10588 — Comments (7) — Nov 24, 2011 at 5:26 PM — That's Juicy! (80) Remove It. ( ** )
  • — Sex Confessions —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I just had sex with my daughter she is 27 beautiful loving outgoing. I have not seen her since she went to away to school last year. I was taking a shower when I thought I heard a noise in the living room. I live alone so I walked in the room naked. My daughter was standing there looking at me and said Hi dad thought I'd see you while I was in town. She looked down at my cock which was hard and pointing at her and said I see your happy to see me. I tried to cover up but she said don't bother I'm not a little girl anymore. We sat on the couch for a while talking then she smiled and told me I've wanted to do this since I was 14 and first saw it. She reached over and started fondling my balls and cock till it was hard then she took her tongue and swirled it under and over the tip down the shaft to the base took it in her mouth and sucked till I came and she swallowed it. This is the next morning and she's still here asleep naked in my bed. We did things to each other I never imagined doing to my daughter. We talked last night and neither of us have regrets and we agreed to see each other when we can. I have some new things I want to try nest time.

    #10751 — Comments (8) — Jan 5, 2012 at 1:40 PM — That's Juicy! (79) Remove It. ( **** )
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    So the guy I'm with really liked the idea of sharing me and seeing me fucked by a group of guys. I'd never done anything like that before, but thought of it alone made me soak my panties, so after talking about it for a while, we decided we would try it. We didn't explicitly decide on when or with who or anything, just sometime in the near future. He decided to surprise me. Two of his friends loved the idea of gangbanging me and a couple of days later, they came over to play some games and hang out. I didn't know what he'd planned, but I noticed them eyeing me like a piece of meat the whole evening. He was also groping me a lot in front of them, way more than usual. Feeling me up and squeezing me in various places, making me moan right in front of them a few times. Eventually he whispered in my ear that one of his friends looked like he wanted to try me.

    I caught onto what was happening then and with some encouragement, I went over to his friend sitting on the couch. I knelt down in front of him between his legs and started shyly running my hands up his thighs until I reached the bulge in his pants. I could feel how hard he was and he got harder still when I started rubbing him through his pants. I was pretty nervous when I started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I reached in and pulled his hard cock out and started stroking him. My cheeks were warm and red when I leaned down, looking up at him the whole time, and started suckling on the head of his cock. I was so nervous and turned on, that I hadn't noticed the second guy had knelt behind me. He started to grope me really roughly, stuffing his hands under my shirt and my bra, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I moaned around the cock in my mouth while the guy behind me slide his hands down to my jeans and stuffed on inside, under my pants. He found my pussy and started rubbing my clit. I moaned loudly and jerked forward. The guy I was blowing put his hand over the back of my head to keep me on his cock, pushing me up and down now.

    The guy behind me stuffed two fingers inside me and told the guy I was with how soaked I was. Then he lifted my hips up and pulled my jeans and my panties down to my thighs. He positioned himself behind me and started running the tip of his head cockhead over my pussy, getting himself wet. Then he pushd in, hard. I yelped around the cock that was in my mouth. I was bobbing up and down on it faster, and then he started pushing harder on the back of my head. His cockhead started squeezing down my throat, gagging me, while the one behind me started fucking me faster. He was thick and he was stretching me so wide that whenever he'd plunge his whole cock into me, I'd scream on the one that was choking me.

    They bounced me back and forth between them for a while, then the one who was throat fucking me let me up for air. The guy I was with told me to come over there and get on his lap. His cock was out and he was stroking himself. The guy behind me pulled out of my pussy and I stood on my shaky legs and wlaked over to him. straddled him and reached down, grabbing his cock and holding it at the entrance to my pussy. He was thick, but familiar, and I was a little relieved to be fucking him again. I was so turned on by the whole surprise spectacle, but also incredibly embarrassed by what a slut I was turning out to be.

    I slid my dripping wet pussy down around him and whinced from his girth. He gripped me hips and pulled me down the rest of the way, urging me to bounce on him immediately. I held onto his shoulders for leverage and started riding him, getting lost in it. Until I felt someone behind me. It was the guy I had been sucking. He gave my ass a hard spank and made me yelp and tense up around the cock I was bouncing on. He smacked my ass a few more times, getting it red before he used one hand to spread my cheeks. I started feeling him prodding at my tiny asshole with his cockhead. I was so caught up in it, my fash was flushed and my whole body was pink and coated in sweat. I was so horny and for some reason fucking one cock just made me crave more. "Do it," I heard myself say to him. "Fuck me." I'd end up eating those words, when I heard him chuckle and push almost half his cock inside my ass in one thrust.

    I let out a loud scream and tensed up immediately. The guy I was with, the one whose cock was buried deep in my pussy, was whispering for me try to relax myself, just enjoy it. I nodded and did my best to relax my muscles, but when they both started thrusting into me, I was screaming again. Having tiny asshole stretched was one thing, but having it coupled with a huge cock filling my pussy was mind-blowing. It hurt--a lot--but it felt so good at the same time. I felt so full and loved it when I felt their hands all over me, squeezing and groping and pushing me every which way. To finally silence my screaming, the third guy stood up on the couch. I looked over in time to see his cock pointing toward my face. He gripped my hand tightly and pulled my mouth around him. I could taste myself on his shaft, my pussy juices still coating him. He wasted no time pushing himself down my throat, gagging me hard, even harder than normal because I couldn't stop screaming for the two cocks stuffing my other holes. Drool was seeping out of my mouth, dripping down my chin and covering his cock.

    Someone, I don't even know who, had found my clit with their finger. He was rubbing it, hard and fast, and I couldn't take anymore. I came so hard around them, my muscles squeezing them so tightly, it was painful. I choked even harder on the guy fucking my throat. Tears were streaming down my face from gagging, so my face was a mess of tears and drool and my eyes were so blurry I could hardly see. One of them laughed and the guy I was riding called me a good girl. My orgasm did nothing to deter them and they continued ploughing me in every hole. It seemed to go on forever.

    Eventually, the guy fucking my face tore his cock from my throat. Then the one behind me pulled out of my sore, gaped little ass and the one I was riding lifting me up by my hips, pushing me down onto the floor on my knees. I could barely get my mind around what was happpening. My head was still spinning nad my eyes were still blurry, but when I looked up i saw the three of them standing over me. I reached up and wiped my eyes and saw them, all stroking their cocks over my face. I opened my mouth wide, almost instintively, and stuck my tongue out. That made one of them groan and he was the first to explode, over my nose and my forehead. I closed my eyes and as I did the second one came on me, across my cheeks and my tongue and lips. The third, the one I had been riding, gripped my hair tightly and held my head still. He let out a low growl and started spurting into my mouth and straight across my whole face, from my lips to my forehead. He pulled my mouth around him and I sucked the last few drops out while the other two empty themselves onto my cheeks.

    When the three of them were drained and he pulled me off his cock, I reached up and was about to start wiping it off with my hands so I could suck it off my fingers. He snatched my wrist and shook his head down at me. "Leave it," he said. I smiled and did as he told me.

    I spent the rest of the evening naked and covered in cum, feeling dripping off my cheeks onto my chest, getting it all over me, feeling like the happiest, most content little slut I could be.

    #12355 — Comments (2) — Oct 9, 2012 at 7:17 PM — That's Juicy! (79) Remove It. ( * )
  • — Men Only —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I have a question for you guys out there. I am a woman btw. Do you like it when a girl's pussy gets really wet? Mine gets dripping wet very easily. Is that a turn on or do you find it gross? I am just curious as some guys I have been with loved and others didn't say a thing. I am assuming it's a personal like/dislike.

    I just thought I'd ask outright.

    #10982 — Comments (18) — Mar 4, 2012 at 4:32 PM — That's Juicy! (78) Remove It. ( ** )
  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Straight Female / 45

    I stripped, got down on my knees and sucked my son's best friend for $300. One of the most shameful and degrading moments in my life ...

    #29337 — Comments (18) — Nov 25, 2016 at 10:42 AM — That's Juicy! (77) Remove It.
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