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  • — Anything Goes —
    Transsexual Female / 45

    I didn't know what category to put this in so I just put it here.

    My Mom always wanted a daughter. She got me instead. So she decided to make me into a girl or at least as close to one as she could get. Since she couldn't have any more kids after me I was an only child so I was her last chance at having a daughter.

    I was born in 1972. My Mom was 16 and married to a Navy pilot who was shot down over Vietnam when I was 2. I have no memory of him at all. My mom put all his stuff in trunks and put them in my closet and kept them there until I was old enough to appreciate them. Today I have a shrine of sorts with his last Navy portrait of him recently promoted to Lt.J.G. above his framed flag and all his medals including his two purple hearts and bronze star in a shadow box. He was a real hero who died saving American lives. But he wouldn't have liked me at all as he was a military man's man and the only feminine thing he liked was his wife, or so my uncle once told me.

    Despite the category I chose to describe myself here, I am not a woman. I am not a female and don't consider myself to be. But they don't really have my category on this web site so that's as close to what I am as I could find.

    What I am is an extremely feminine and voluntarily emasculated boy. I have NEVER qualified to be an actual man. I eagerly embraced everything my mother did to me. I loved every frilly dress and girly toy, the whole thing.

    Now in 1972 most boys had long or longish hair, or at least they did in urban areas. So my having long hair didn't itself single me out as girly. It was everything combined. But by the time I was 12 in 1984 my blond mane was down to my knees with the lower third always permed into big soft feminine bouncy curls. I'd become an expert in doing my make-up having studied under my mom who graduated from beauty school after my Dad died. We had a three bedroom house so mom had one room set up like a salon on the second floor but since she didn't like stairs she kept the other second floor bedroom for herself and gave me the giant master suite on the third floor. Of course I loved it up there. She did the whole thing over in pink when we moved there and that included a princess canopy bed, pink and white furniture including a vanity and a curio cabinet with my grandmother's tea set. My bedroom was as girly as you could get.

    While I had boys clothes, they were the girliest boys clothes she felt she could get away with dressing me in. She sent me to first grade wearing pink and white and lavender three piece leisure suits with bell bottom trousers and white patent leather platform shoes, a year or two out of date but at 6 I didn't know any better. I was the only boy in the first grade who routinely went to school with my waist length hair in a French braid or a pony tail held up with a pink ribbon. I also had a large collection of pierced earrings that I wore in both ears at a time when it was uncommon for teenage boys to wear even a single earring. I kept my fingernails a bit longer than most girls but not ridiculously long.

    No doubt I was seen as a sissy from the start. Combine that with my effeminate mannerisms and being very soft spoken an I was very vulnerable to any bully I might encounter. Or I would have been had my mother not prepared me well for this. You see, before my father died he trained my mother, a tiny little woman of 4 feet 9 inches and 79 lbs, in marshal arts. He was a black belt in Karate before he went to officer school and he had also trained in other forms of self defense so he trained my mom as well. She was a very confident woman despite her size and she trained me. While I'm no expert I can handle myself. But I found out that I didn't have to handle myself if I did two things. First I made friends, mostly with girls and second I excelled in sports despite my otherwise girly persona.

    In those days kindergarten was not required and so was not offered in our school system. My mom loved the idea of sending me to school as a little girl so she enrolled me in a private all girl's kindergarten two towns away of course as a girl. They had a uniform that consisted of a pink plaid kilt, white blouse, pink sweater, pink socks and either pink, white or black shoes. I got to wear my long hair in pigtails held up with pink ribbons and that's when mom got my ears pierced. It was a catholic kindergarten so Mom gave me a pink plastic crucifix to wear around my neck. I even had a pink Barbie pocket book and a pink Barbie back pack for my school supplies. She didn't tell anyone at the public elementary school that I had gone to kindergarten as she didn't want them to know I was known as a girl there.

    So that summer between kindergarten and first grade she signed me up for pee wee little league. Everyone thought I was a girl. Girls were allowed to play in little league but not after the age of 12. When I told them I was a boy I got bullied, verbally at least, a lot. But then when we had our first game and I got a grand slam at my first at bat the bullying stopped, the teasing stopped and I was hoisted on shoulders after I won the game on my last at bat with my second home run breaking a 5-5 tie. I batted 530 that season and had the highest tag outs of any boy my age in the entire league so pretty much nobody cared that I my hair was permed to make the curls bounce or that I wore my pony tail in a pink ribbon or that I wore pink heart earrings or that I was more flamboyant than Rue Paul. I won games and that won respect.

    It wasn't until I hit Junior high school in 7th grade and was thrown in with a lot of older kids who didn't know me and had to take a communal shower for the first time that the bullying returned despite having several classmates that knew me come to my defense. First day of school, 7th grade, 1985 I was dressed in pink ladies patent pumps with 4 inch heals, pink three piece silk men's suit with a pink tie and handkerchief and a pink dress shirt of a lighter shade with French cuffs that I wore pink sapphire cufflinks in. I also wore earrings with pink heart cut sapphires. I had my grandfather's gold pocket watch with a double Albert chain and a very elegant gold and pink sapphire fob. My knee length hair was in a French braid tied with a three inch wide pink silk satin ribbon tied into a large bow with tassels that came to my knees. I wore a pink patent leather lady's belt and I work a pink back pack with a rose print.

    I actually didn't care if I was bullied a bit because I felt very confident. First period that first tuesday after labor day was boy's phys. ed. I was expecting to catch a lot of flack from the older boys and I did. Two older boys, upper classmen, one 16 and the other 17 grabbed me and told me that girls weren't allowed in the boys locker. I laughed and told them that I understood their confusion but assured them I was indeed a boy and invited them to watch me change into my gym uniform if they were in doubt. That pissed them off and the older one accused me of inferring that they might be gay and then accused me of being gay. I hadn't really thought that much about my sexuality up to that point as I hadn't even learned to jerk off and don't recall yet being horny for one gender or the other though I did generally prefer the company of women since they tended to be softer and more calm then boys were. The older one took a swing, I ducked and his fist slammed into a locker. I apologized for avoiding his punch resulting in his bruised knuckles and offered to kiss it and make it better. That only served to infuriate him more and he took a second swing and I ducked and he lost balance and fell over onto his face. So I reached down to offer to help him up and he called me a faggot and told me to get away from him. By this point half the gym class was cheering me on, the younger half that is, the half that was accustomed to being bullied by the older boys. So then his buddy grabbed me from behind and put my into a full Nelson which they thought would incapacitate me. It didn't. So going for one more try at punching me my bully pulled back and put all his might into punching me in the gut. I knew exactly what he was going to do so I did that my mother called the Houdini maneuver. I stiffened my already strong stomach muscles and smiled as his fist slammed into my gut. All he accomplished was making me fart. He was even more pissed that I maintained a smile throughout and he began pummeling me until the Phys ed teacher came around the corner and broke up the "fight."

    I politely asked the teacher to forgo detention for the boys and that I was merely demonstrating Houdini's ability to take a punch to the gut without injury. I even let him have a go at it and he was stunned that despite being twice my size and having a decent punch, he didn't knock the wind out of me. That day I made friends with two former bullies and earned a lot of respect.

    Oh and I didn't even tell you yet about what we actually did in gym class that day. As a junior marshal arts expert at 12 and being a brown belt on my way to black belt in karate and having had some hand to hand weapons training with my mother along with throwing spears, the use of bow and arrow and other medieval weaponry, I was a pretty fair archer. I even knew some trick shots so I was elated when on our first day of phys ed we had archery. I was handed a long bow and three arrows. The targets were moved to 5 yards. I was mildly irritated and so I went to my target and pulled it back to 20 yards which was the closest I attempted to hit a target since I was 9. I then knocked my bow, set my arrow with the rest of the class and shot it right up in the sky. I quickly shot the 2nd and 3rd arrows and hit the bull's eye one to the left of center and the other to the right of center before the first arrow landed in the ground between the 2nd and third arrows arrows. That was a trick shot my mother taught me. My phys ed teacher was not amused and scolded me for putting an arrow in the ground and taking a risk that the wind wouldn't change. It didn't . So second round I decided to just make a neat triangle of three arrows within the center half inch of the bull's eye at 25 yards and then repeated at 30 yards. My phys ed teacher couldn't even hit the target at 30 yards and none of the other boys including the seniors hit their targets at 15 yards. After that nobody even said a word about my pink satin bra and panties or the fact that I died my jock strap pink or that I called all the boys "Darling" and used the word "fabulous" way too much.

    My 7th grade math teacher was a retired Marine drill instructor who then went on to college after twenty years in the Marines and got his degree in math and a teaching certificate. He was a generally nice if misunderstood man. Before he met me he hated and was disgusted by faggots and sissy's. He stood at the front of the class in his military style hair cut and barked out commands like a drill instructor on the first day of boot camp. He stayed just on the correct side of being abusive but I could tell he didn't like me from day one. That is until he figured he'd make an example out of me Marine style by having me attempt to solve a far more difficult equation than he had just taught us a moment before. What he didn't know is that I was pretty good at math and that in the sixth grade my math teacher, a very nice older woman who happened to think it would do all boys some good to spend a year or two living as girls, tutored me in 7th and 8th grade math and that I was actually ready for second year algebra not pre algebra but that school didn't believe in advanced placement for younger gifted students. So I easily solved the problem that he hadn't actually taught us how to and he did a double take and sent me back to my seat. I tried very hard not to smirk. He didn't like me but he respected me. Before the end of the year he liked me.

    The only other teacher that didn't like the way I looked or acted was my history teacher who was also a retired marine having gone to France on D-Day and thought all men should be men. What he didn't know was that next to Art, History was my favorite subject and that I had already read dozens of college text books on the topic and it was nearly impossible to stump me. I read my 7th grade U.S. History text book in three days not finding a single thing I hadn't already read elsewhere and even penciled in a couple of dozen corrections where the text had factual mistakes. When I pointed them out to the history teacher he got pissed and told me that since I was such a smart ass faggot (yes teachers could say that in those days) I could write him a separate report on each of the "errors" and have them turned in by Halloween. I had them turned in by the end of September, typed and double spaced with source citations like my mother taught me to do. I used my new computer as a word processor and a daisy wheel printer to print up my reports. He looked dumb founded when I turned them in but wrote an A on every one and turned to me and said "Don't bother taking the mid term or final, I've already put you down as earning an A in this class and I wish I could advance you to freshman history but they have a rule against that so I am just going to let you spend the rest of the year at the library reading any topic in history you want as long as you tell me about what book you read and summarize what you learned so I know you actually are reading history." We ended up good friends and I also made good friends with the school librarian who let me access books usually reserved for faculty and upper class men.

    So that was school life for me up to 7th grade and pretty much high school went the same way. I graduated 2nd in my class only because I was in a coma my last three months of 12 grade. I had been hit by a car in a cross walk and the guy took off. He was eventually caught and sent to prison and Mom sued him and won and got his house, car and enough for my college fund to pay for my B.A.

    But I am getting ahead of myself.

    When I was 12 I met my future wife. Now I bet up to this point you figured I was gay and was going to one day marry a man. Well I'm not gay, at least not by the strictest sense of the definition. I am in fact very bisexual. I absolutely adore girls and not long into the 7th grade year I discovered I didn't just like having female friends, I wanted to have sex with girls. I was very attracted to them, so much so I aspired to be even more girly than I started with. Now most girls don't like sissies. But Linda isn't like most girls. She too is bisexual but with strong lesbian leanings. She also likes her boys young and girly. So basically she doesn't care too much about gender as long as they look and act girly and are pretty and have long nice hair. I met all those qualifications. Oh and Linda was a senior. She is five years older than me. We were in Art class together. She thought I was a girl at first until I told her my name and even then at first she just thought I was a girl with a boy's name.

    Linda is beautiful. She had long dark brown straight silky hair and dark brown eyes and sultry lips and the most amazing long black eye lashes that did not need mascara. Her lips were a dark shade of red and she wore matching nail polish. Acrylic nails really weren't a thing in those days, at least not that I knew of. We were assigned to work on an art project together and it was love at first sight for both of us. I felt a constant tingling in my nipples and groin every time I inhaled her intoxicating perfume or felt her silky hair brush my arms. We joined the art club together which was after school and then she began offering me a ride home from art club and next thing I knew she asked me out on a date. when I couldn't spit the word YES out fast enough she knew she had me. She told me to wear something pretty.

    I told my mom about my date and that it was an older girl who had a car (immediately giving away that she was at least 4 years older than me) and that she told me to wear something pretty. She was unenthusiastic until I got to that last part then she perked up and made it a project. It was Thursday when Linda asked me out and that night Mom took me shopping for girl's clothes. I already had girl's clothes but mom wanted me to have something special to wear. So she got me a flowing pink dress with a plunging neckline a new pair of earrings, a new pair of pumps and some very slutty lingerie to wear under. Garter belt, crotchless panties and stockings with a seam up the back finished my look. She did my hair in a glamorous wave, my nails in sultry red a few shades lighter than Linda's and she did my make-up. I looked like a Playboy centerfold model without tits. She even got me a bottle of expensive perfume. Linda picked me up Friday at six and the look on her face was priceless I introduced her and my mom and she said I was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. Then she turned to my mom and asked "You don't mind your daughter dating an older lesbian do you?"

    "Why should I mind, I AM an older lesbian."

    Linda took me to dinner then to a dance club I was too young to legally get into but she knew the bouncer and didn't bother telling him that I was not a teenage girl but instead a 12 year old boy in drag. it was mostly retro 70's disco music a la studio 54, but I didn't mind because they also had a lot of slow dancing which I preferred. I was just barely tall enough, even in heals, to get my face between Linda's boobs.

    After dancing she took me to a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture show but not until she switched my stockings for black fishnets and added black lip liner to my lips and some darker eye shadow. I didn't' understand why until I got there and found half the guys in drag. She bumped into one of her friends and introduced me as her friend Melissa and explained that I was trying to look like a drag queen but since I was a girl I was failing miserably. Her friend Jen had no idea that I wasn't actually a girl. So I was a boy pretending to be a girl who was pretending to be a boy pretending to be a girl.

    That was our first date. Of course she took me home and taught me how to kiss on my front porch. Mom considerately shut off the porch light after the first minute. I think she ran off to bed to masturbate. Our kiss lingered for about an hour. That's when I learned what it was like to be a girl having her date reach up her skirt to feel her up and that is when Linda discovered I was wearing crotchless panties and that is when I learned that wearing crotchless panties is extremely convenient.

    We finished up our kiss and I went inside desperately wanting to invite Linda up to my bedroom but I didn't want to push my luck.

    Linda took my virginity on my second date or I should say at the end of our second date. We were doing our porch make-out thing when Mom opened the front door, told us we looked adorable and then said she was going to run a few errands and would be back the next afternoon. I had no idea what errands she could do at 2 a.m. but I didn't care. I invited Linda in and ten minutes later she gave me my first blow job followed by taking my virginity. We kept our dresses and lingerie and even our pumps on removing only our panties which we both wore outside the garter belts. Mom told me to do that and said I would find out why later. Mom is a friggin genius. Being made love to by a girl as a girl or at least as a sissy is incomparable. losing one's virginity that way is indescribably wonderful but then when Linda told me she was also a virgin and offered, just before I took the plunge, to show me her hymen I put my tongue in and licked it and then got on top and put my tiny little clit dick in her and fucked her for all I was worth. It seems that all I was doing was rubbing her down there not really fucking since my cock at the time was only two inches long but then to a 17 year old small extra tight virgin that was just as well. We both came and we both became lovers.

    A year later she proposed to me offering me her mother's engagement ring. My mother was thrilled. When we told her that we were going to be a lesbian couple and were BOTH going to wear wedding gowns she was elated. Of course two girls could not legally marry in those days and I was only 13 when she proposed but we had a nice 3 year long engagement. Then shortly after my sweet 16 birthday we got married. Of course by then I was wearing strictly girl's clothes to school and I had developed breasts and no I didn't take hormones to grow them either. It seems that despite having a slender figure, I developed a severe case of gynacomastia. If you don't know what that is look it up. By 16 I had full C cup breasts, and required a bra. With all the nipple sucking that Linda was doing I was lactating on my wedding day to such an extent that I had to wear special nursing pads in my bra. I was so turned on from producing milk for Linda to drink. As it turns out I also had a second medical condition, microphalia. That one is relatively common. It means I have a tiny dick. On our wedding night my cock had only grown to three inches in length and was less than an inch thick.

    My Mom bought me my wedding gown, it was a similar style to the one wore by Princess Diana, a a still popular style in 1988. She rented a crystal tiara and loaned me her diamonds to wear. Mom wore a tux and walked me down the aisle. Linda wore a mermaid style wedding gown and let her hair flow down to her knees. I had my hair up in a huge up do with only a narrow tail that came down to the floor so everyone could see how long my hair was. It had a tiny pink bow at the end. So what church would let two "lesbians" marry? Our Unitarian church did. They are very progressive and were the first church to offer commitment ceremonies to same sex couples back in the 1980's. They thought we were two girls at first. Those were the days when in that state even a M2F Transexual could not legally change their gender to female and had to carry an I.D. that specified male. But to everyone else we were a lesbian couple getting married.

    We honeymooned in Provincetown. Google Provincetown to find out why.

    So despite having only a three inch dick that never got bigger and naturally occurring c-cup tits that eventually grew to d-cup tits, it seems I was quite able to make a girl pregnant. I'd been fucking her since 12 but it seems my sperm didn't become viable until I was 17. We had three lovely kids. Two girls and a boy though that eventually became three girls.

    Now as I said earlier I don't consider myself female. I am a fully emasculated sissy faggot. There is a difference. I can't get pregnant. I won't entertain arguments about the whole transgender thing. That is just my belief. If you want me to use female pronouns I will and if you want me to call you a girl if you have one x and one y I will. But I won't actually think of you as authentically female.

    But as part of my extreme emasculation fetish that I had developed early on I eagerly agreed to have bottom surgery and go on hormones right after the youngest was born. It was Linda's idea but she knew despite my never saying it that I wanted to be fully emasculated. So she made the arrangements and I was castrated and got my vagina. They kept my dick head intact and used my foreskin to make a clitoral hood.

    At that point no state had yet made same sex marriage legal so we had to get a divorce. You see Linda insisted that I legally become female. Then a few years later when Massachusetts made same sex marriage legal we got married all over again as two women. Of course Linda wears the pants in the family.

    Oh I left out the part where Linda came up with the idea that I could not possibly be a true sissy faggot until I had gay sex so she fixed me up with a couple of cute boys to "spit roast" me. That was my birthday gift the second year we were married. She loves seeing gay men fuck me so it happens a few times a year. usually she surprises me by setting me up with a couple of her friends. For my thirtieth birthday she arranged for 12 men who all looked like Chippendale strippers gang banged me while she made a video of the whole thing.

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    Straight Male / 44

    I've got to try it sgsin tomorrow. I crave being caught naked in public. There is a park close by that has a campground with a river running through it. There are a bunch of trails along the river, one of them leads toward the swimming area so there are a lot of people walking back and forth. I'm going to go and take off all of my clothes and leave them so they appear to be hidden but are easily seen. My plan is to walk quite a way up the trail and watch for some girls to come along. I will pretend to not see them but they should see me jerking off. When they see my clothes far away, my fantasy is that they will take them and leave me naked. What do you think girls, if you saw something like this would you take my clothes or leave them.

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    Straight Male / 46

    Ok. I am calling you out. I am tired of you blasting me in comments. I am Jerry Breedlove. I am a married older male that enjoys chatting anonymously with females. I have never EVER scammed anyone. I have never ever even asked a female what her real name is. I just want to hear about their sexual experiences. So stop accusing me. Publicly tell me what I have done to you. Or stop saying this shit about me. If it comes in your spam folder, it is there for a reason.

    You can email me at






    And we can have it out. Otherwise, shut the fuck up!!! I am tired of your bullshit. Just because you are a low life does not mean everyone is. I just like hearing about females past experiences. I am also NOT the housewife from Mississippi or Anyond else. I am Jerry Breedlove. A real human being.

    Now. Go FUCK yourself!!

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    Straight Female / 26

    My husband James is in banking. He's forty seven and a very successful and very wealthy individual. I'm his young beauty to go out and show the world. He's a masculine straight man to everyone who looks and cares to indulge in our lives. Someone who can have a stunning, very fit and supposedly quiet woman on his arm.
    In the three year we've been married, James and I have had sex possibly a dozen times. And most of those times were at the start of our marriage. That's because James much prefers a young guy's mouth and arsehole, to my mouth, pussy and arse.
    It all works for us, as we both love each other for the individuals we've become, and we have such a great time together, always laughing and enjoying life.
    I need my sexual side of things though, and in that regard my preference is for confident, cocky and somewhat arrogant well endowed builders. A total opposite to James.
    I'm the woman who enjoys the wolf whistles, the corny often disgusting remarks made by young and sometimes older men off building sites and work area's. Where I model (Headquarters), I pass many area's of constant building and outside work related places. I hardly ever drive due to the traffic and I adore the looks I get from often overweight guys who would love to fuck me.
    The fact is, if they are overweight (Burly is the phrase I believe), have a big cock and know how to really screw a woman hard, sometimes brutally (Depending on the guy and my mood), I will have them fuck me.
    It comes I guess from my memory of my father who I miss dreadfully. He died when I was six and I've been told my fascination for older beefy men, those who are in the construction, building or an outdoor working environment, is from my memory and longing of him.
    Since I've been making myself available to the often course guys who whistle at me, I've had sex with fourteen of them. It's been a very exciting and sexually fulfilling time, and most of the men have had really large fat dicks.
    I absolutely love it when a younger guy on a building site, see's me arranging to meet up with a bigger beefier guy and I've possibly bombed them out.
    Right now I'm off to meet up with a man who funnily enough has been doing some work on our garden. He's the owner of a landscaping company and someone I've been fucked by before. His cock is super large and he never fails to use and abuse me, something I love him doing. Oh yeh, it'll be James dropping me off at the hotel before he goes off for his "Meeting" at the golf club. Another boy for him to fuck, I think.........

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 27

    I'm a single twenty seven year old who most probably has more sex than most married people. And practically all of my sex, is with married people, both men and women.

    I deliver parcels all day, twelve hours a day. On my regular routes I visit homes where there are many many many sexually frustrated married individuals.

    With the onset of computerization and home deliveries for everything, and because lots more people are working from home, I get to have fun with men and women who long to be fucked. And a year ago I began to fuck them.

    It's not that hard to distinguish between those who only want a parcel, and those who are absolutely gagging for a fuck.

    My first was a married woman who answered the door practically wearing nothing. She simply asked me if I had time to have some fun, and said her husband hadn't fucked her in months. She wasn't miss universe or anything, but she was in good shape and certainly knew how to ride cock. I left her home twenty minutes after arriving and actually came up her pussy. I fucked her the following day on my way back from the depot, only just exiting her home minutes before her husband got home from work. That day I fucked her asshole over her kitchen table, which gave me an idea from something that had happened earlier in the month.

    A guy had offered to give e a blow job when I found him masturbating in his back yard. I refused but wondered for ages what it would like to be sucked off by a guy. Two weeks after fucking the woman's asshole, I saw his address on a parcel in the depot and added it to my round.

    Getting to his home first, he was only wearing shorts and no top. His married man's demeanor changed when he opened his door and saw it was me. Asking me in to sign my data equipment, without asking him, I dropped my trousers and boxers and hoped he didn't kick me out. Seconds later in his hallway he was on his knees and sucking in my cock. I was so hard and horny from his amazing oral skills I practically forced him to kneel up on the bottom step of his stairway. Spitting on his asshole, I didn't bother to ask him if I could fuck him, I just did it and found myself totally engrossed for the first time in my life, in giving a guy a real good fucking.

    And it kind of went from there. Women, married women, are far more obvious than men who's lies to their wives, about their sexuality is easier for me to see through. The women make hardly any attempt to hide the fact they want fucking and some have been very forward in their actions to get me to fuck them. I admit I now put out the signals and chat to let them know I'm willing to fuck them, but even so some married women are veritable sluts when it comes to my eight inches.

    The married men are more coy, but now I've come to recognize the signs and spoken hints, it's relatively easy to have them holding their ass cheeks so I can slide my cock up their tight holes.

    I've fucked men and women from as young as seventeen, to as old as sixty eight. I'm not too fussy how they look as long as they're clean and relatively fit. I'm not into really fat individuals, but having said that I fucked a guy only last week who was chubby and he was one of the best fucks I've ever experienced. His wife was actually in the house when I boned him in his garage. He's previously sucked me off, so I knew he wanted me to fuck him and boy could he take a seriously hard and prolonged fuck.

    In all over the last year, I've fucked eight different married women and thirteen married men. The last five men in the last six weeks. I now only fuck them with a condom on and have recently been having more than a few married women suck me off, rather than having me fuck them. They say they only want oral sex and I'm only too glad to offer it to them, as they tell me their husband's won't go down on them. It's fine with me as I get to eat pussy and have my cock sucked at the same time.

    It could be my cheeky attitude that gets them sexually involved with me, or my intuition about their sexual status. I am reasonably good looking I guess, and keep myself fit too. Plus I soon discovered my cock bulge is a prominent sight in my work shorts. Two days ago, from a woman staring at my cock bulge, to fucking her on the marital bed she shares with her husband, was only three or four minutes. I was rock hard in seconds and didn't even bother to get undressed. Lifting up her dress and riping off her panties, I slid my cock into her wet pussy and banged away forcefully form the start. She screamed out I was too big for her, but I carried on fucking her until she orgasmed once, then again just as I was cumming all over her ass.

    In a few weeks from now, I will be altering my route to accommodate the early Christmas rush. Maybe I might just be meeting you or your wife, and maybe I just might want to fuck you. Who knows.

    #41581 — Comments (0) — Sep 19, 2018 at 5:22 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 41

    Last month I was told by a nosey neighbor, my twenty nine year old wife Ellie, was probably fucking other guys.
    The fact is I know my wife is being fucked by other men, because it's me who arranges, vets and helps out those physically fit, well endowed individuals who fuck my wife like the slut she most definitely is.
    My dick measures nearly four and half inches erect. My bank balance is extremely healthy. My wife is stunningly beautiful and adores rough large cocked sex. So what would you do given her sex drive is massive and your wife NEEDS cock, just like I need my business acumen.
    The other side of this sexual coin, is I also enjoy cock, hence the reason for ME to vet our sexual partners.
    This isn't me being mean or cruel, yet I have to say it, Ellie isn't the most intelligent person out there. In fact she's as bright as a TOC H LAMP(look it up). So I make most, if not all of our personal decisions. She gets to look beautiful on my arm and I get to fuck a woman who never ever has an headache. I also get to share her with large cocked bisexual men, and she still thinks I arrange our sexual nights just for her.
    I could meet up with guys and get fucked away from our marriage, but then I love watching Ellie taking a huge cock too. So I'd miss out.
    This way she gets fucked to her heart's, pussy and assholes content, and I get to share her delights and a large thick cock too. Win win I think.
    Lastly and something Ellie doesn't know, is I'm supporting my extended family in regards to her father. He's a quiet man who just so happens to like men with small cocks. His quiet nature ends when he visits our home and Ellie's out modelling. It's those days I truely look forward to as he never leaves without using my mouth and asshole as a cum dump, at least three to four times.
    I guess his healthy sexual appetite is where Ellie gets hers.
    The neighbor by the way fancies my wife something rotten. He's a bit of a geek, but if he's got a big cock, I might just invite him around. Who knows he might also enjoy fucking a guy's tight ass too.

    #41580 — Comments (0) — Sep 19, 2018 at 12:55 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Female / 40

    I have an addiction to pussy and just about anything sexual but, I'm not sure what kind of pussy I prefer. I'm kind of partial to a brunette with lite hair. Super hairy...not so much and bare is OK too. I love the smell and taste of pussy that smelling panties gets me going and I have to cum so how. I either do it myself or I walk up to my wife with a big hard on.

    Also I'm not sure what age girls are the best. 13-19 year old girls have amazing bodies in perfect condition. There pussies are descent and tight as fuck. They just don't know how to use them or do much of anything that can actually get me off. Although, going down on someone that has never been eaten out before and making them cum for the first time is super fucking rad.

    The 20 somethings are a bit better when it comes to fucking. The pussy is a little bit looser and easier on the ol cock. Believe me, super tight does not equal better. They still need advice when it comes to head.

    The 30 year old chicks are a little boring (sorry girls but I went thru this phase with my wife too). There's kids, career etc. Not much time for fucking.

    But, the chick in the upper thirties to 50 is great. She knows just what the fuck to do with a dick. My wife says that she didn't give that much head before because she was bad at it and never got any compliments. She sucks my dick so fucking good and I always make it a priority to let her know how amazing it feels.

    They also know when and how they like to be fucked. The 13-29 year olds don't seem to understand what to even say or ask for. There is definately a time when you have to say to each other "take off your pants, you may not enjoy this but I fucking need it"

    For anal play it needs to be the older chicks. The older ones don't have a problem with sticking a finger up your ass when they are blowing you.

    For the 13-15 girls that have never given head, I like to have them sit on the bed resting against the headboard. I straddle them so my cock is just in front of them then I slide it in. I like to see every detail. They really do try hard sometimes but they just haven't learned how to suck without choking. I have them play with my balls too which makes me cum fast. I announce that I'm going to cum but they have no idea sometimes of what is about to go down. For the most part the young ones think that me cumming in their mouth and face is cool. Rimming these girls after a shower is cool as shit too because they had no idea their assholes where so sensitive.

    The beast is stirring. I think I need to go have some alone time after this...

    #41572 — Comments (0) — Sep 18, 2018 at 10:22 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Lesbian Female / 31

    Innocence lost. I was an incoming freshman in our small college and my dorm roommate convinced me to go to a party. There were lots of people there and the only person I knew was my roommate. A girl started talking to me and we ended up in this long conversation. When I realized it was past midnight I told her I needed to find my roommate and she asked my why. In any event I didn't find my roommate and I reported back to her worried and she told me to get a grip, she probably had hooked up with some guy and was getting screwed as we talked.

    She asked me if I had screwed and I said no and she teased me that I was a lily white virgin. I said I was and so what and she laughed and came up to my ear and said she was a virgin, she had never been screwed. To tell the truth I didn't believe her and she whispered again in my ear that she ate pussy instead. I really didn't understand what she had said, and she kissed me on the lips and said she liked pussy, she liked girls and maybe I liked girls but didn't know it and why didn't I go home with her and we would find out.

    She was on me holding my face in her hand and looking into my eyes and she said she meant it, for me to go home with her and we would make sweet love and eat pussy all night. Every time I tried to say no she put her fingers on my lips and told me that was the wrong answer, the only right answer was for me to go home with her. I lost my ability to resist and she was so insistent that I went with her. We got in bed and after a lot of prodding she got me to eat her and we fell asleep. We woke up naked and she took me by the hand to the bathroom and we peed and she brushed her teeth and loaned me her toothbrush and brushed my teeth for me. We were still naked and in the light of the bathroom she ran her hands all over me approving of what she saw and she had me touch her.

    She lived with her older brother who was a Vet student and she told him to keeps his hands off because I was with her. Our campus was small and there must have been other girls who were getting it on together but we never met anyone. We just did our thing. She was right, I loved pussy and when I ate her I gave myself to it. The more time we spent together the more and more we got into breast play, laying for what seemed like hours groping our breasts and making out. We left going down until the end, instead of fucking we ate each other out. I fell in love with her and she was in love with me. We had early onset lesbian feelings.

    After we graduated we moved together and set up house and went to work. We were older in our mid twenties and I went to a company after work party and a guy screwed me. It was spontaneous out in the parking lot. I was drinking and I had let him take me out there and he screwed me. I went home and the first thing I did was confess. It was really hard on us, it changed everything. Even if I hadn't cheated on purpose the damage was done and we drifted apart more and more. Lost without her I started to fall into the hands of the guy I had sex with in the parking lot and that just confirmed to her that I was serious about him and we broke up.

    Only two people have been inside my pussy. I live a conventional life, I have a decent job, I have two kids now and my husband and I go to church. When he makes love to me I think about her. I don't let him eat me because when he does I get upset. I go to therapy for anxiety but I am really there because I am in love with someone else. I see her and we are having this virtual affair. She is willing to accept that she judged me when she shouldn't have and pushed me to be with him. What I want more than anything is to make intense love with her and it hurts to have to go home.

    Breaking up my marriage and being divorced with two little kids is something I can't do. Not being with her is something I can't do. I am caught between my feelings for her and my guilt about my family. For now I am emotionally cheating on my husband and family and I feel I am cheating on her by sleeping with him. I don't want him getting close to my pussy but I have to let him. That's what happens when you let a girl take you home, you fall in love with her.

    #41570 — Comments (0) — Sep 18, 2018 at 8:32 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Male / 40

    UBER Fantastic!

    I just returned from my last ride and am writing this down. I got kind of a late call and went ahead and accepted it. When I got there, the neighborhood was upscale but very dark. Three women got in - two in the back and one in the front. I didn't really see them but as I started up conversation, they said they were just leaving a party. I could tell that they were younger by their voices. I assumed that it was a college party since there is a campus a few miles away.

    Those three started talking about sex and how these two seniors were doing it. Jokingly, I chimed in with "in front of you?". They said no but, that they had seen people doing it before which got us all talking about the dirtiest things we had done including any dirty uber stories I had.

    I knew what these chicks were doing. Trying to get under the uber drivers skin or make him so horny he was going to go home and beat off thinking about that night.

    The front passenger blurted out we will show you our boobs if you turn off your driver app and don't charge us. Boobs are not enough for this ride I said. How about boobs and bush? Boobs, bush and a handjob from you and we have a deal. Deal she said.

    They all took off their shirts and the girl in the front took off the top and bottoms. I could make out small boobs and some pubic hair. Not it was my turn. She helped my undo my pants and pull my dick out. It felt so good when her hand finally wrapped around me. She kept asking if that felt good.

    I knew I couldn't cum from this so I just said hey, come over here and wrap your lips around this and it worked. She turned to by facing me but on her knees (I have a SUV) then took me into her mouth. It wasn't the best blowjob but still it was a blowjob and that's all that matters. I reached over to play with her bum and found her pussy. I rubbed her clit and she moaned. I pulled my hand away for a moment to smell her scent and her pussy smelled so fucking good.

    My hand found her pussy again but this time I slid a finger in. It was tight as fuck. This got me hard as a fucking rock and I said to the girls in the back "were should I cum". They yelled cum in her fucking mouth and laughed. After a couple more minutes of don't stops and just like that's, I was going to cum and let her know. She didn't stop sucking and I had one amazing orgasm with her lips around my cock the entire time. At home I didn't see any cum left on me so I assume she swallowed it all.

    We all composed ourselves and she directed me to her house. I asked what was their majors and they said we're not in college yet. I was like oh really...are you starting in the fall. They were like no dude we are in 8th. I was like "grade?" and they were like yep...don't fucking sweat it bro. I was like oh shit. I was just taking advantage of.

    I dropped them off and got the fuck out of dodge. Since I was that young, I have never thought of fucking around with someone that age but god her pussy felt amazing. If I ever see her again I won't asked for a blowjob this time but instead I'll ask if I can get her off. I bet she tastes fucking spectacular. I might even ask her to fuck but as tight as she was I don't know if I could take it.

    I think I may have to rub one out.

    #41568 — Comments (0) — Sep 18, 2018 at 12:00 AM — That's Juicy! (16) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Female / 28

    I feel I discovered my girl power when I was in my early teens, maybe even preteen. I could get my father, my brothers, my uncles and male family friends to do what I wanted or get what I wanted by flirting with them, hanging on their neck, wrapping my arms around them begging for a kiss and being caressed. My brothers are putty in my hands, my boss, my boyfriend will do anything for me if I put on the charm. My boss is a sucker for a skirt, a flash of boob, a hug and a kiss.

    I am a flirt, I love being a flirt.

    #41567 — Comments (2) — Sep 17, 2018 at 8:45 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
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