After a bad marriage I have a girl friend who I share a lot of interest with. She is as adventurous as I and willing to do anything I want when and where I want.
She and I were at a bar & grill having dinner while on vacation. She told me that she thought i would enjoy having sex with the young waitress. Then offered to ask her for me or for us if i wanted. Long story short, we had a threesome with a Duke university student in our hotel room.
She is willing to and often will give me a blow job while driving, that includes a finished job. Swallow and all. Then she wants a kiss, and the lips is not bad, but she wants to tangle tongues and swap spits. That turns my stomach. She understand and will rinse with mouth wash for me.
then we have sex, and she likes anal now and then, in change of positions she wull suck my cock after it comes out of her anas. will do the same when we have 3 some with her friend. Put of her GF's ass and she sucks me to finish.
I find this to gross for me.
I'm so glad this site exists, I have to complain about this somewhere. My BF who I work with and had a crush on for over a year keeps asking me to make out with my sister who lives with me. I thought he was joking at first, and being flirty in some weird way, but I'm tired of it, it's a gross idea and I told him so too. He said it's no big deal, just a fantasy and it'd make him so happy. He even offered to "not be present", like I'm going to do that one night and share the story with him....umm no. I thought he'd dropped it, but he brought it up at dinner tonight in front of her and embarrassed us both. So I kicked him out, and broke it off. Clearly he's thought more about that fantasy than actually me which sucks because I liked him, ugh!
Oh and the grossest part, yes it gets worse, my sister is missing at least 7 pairs of panties....7, so I'm sure he took them?
I got my bottom hole punched. It was not what I expected, but it is what he wanted. I just don't get why he wanted that? Afterwards we had to shower and clean up including changing the sheets, it was the most unerotic thing I have ever done. I told him I am not a piece of meat or a receptacle for him, I am his wife, the mother of his children, the one that takes care of him when he is sick, the one that cooks his meals, the one that keeps his home. I have four children by him, four.
He is welcome to deposit his sperm in my v anytime, I will even let him deposit it in my mouth, although I really don't understand what he gets out of that either, when he has a v available.
He can't explain it to me, he just wanted to do it. it must be a man thing, because it sure isn't a woman thing.
Forgive me in advance.
I came home right after school today which is unusual, I normally stay late do to academics and after school programs, I'm a nerd I know.
Anyways, came home right after school, the front door was locked which never happens and I had forgotten my key so I went around back to try that door. It too was locked so I used an ID and managed to get it opened. As soon as I came in I knew something was off. I heard music coming from the downstairs living and as I slowly came down the stairs I heard talking, dirty talk, and moaning with other unknown sounds. Then from my vantage point I saw it. My mother was laying on her back deepthroating a toy while the white college kid from three doors down was eating my mothers pussy. Behind him my father, who apparently has an enormous penis was stroking in and out of his butt. It looked like my father was going to turn him right side out. I was suddenly lost my breath as I watched my fathers amazing cock stretch this young, short and little college boy ass. My mother moaned loudly when every she pulled the toy out of her throat. He ate her pussy and asshole wildly. I wanted to turn and run and pretend I never saw this but I was compelled to watch, I couldn't stop. I felt a wave of hot tingles over come me and then my own vagina began to throb uncontrollably. I could feel my juices building up and beginning to drop from my lips. I don't know why I did it, something just took over. I had my hand up my skirt and I began to passionately rub my clit and skip my fingers inside of me. I bit my lip as I pleased myself, trying to keep quite. Very quickly I found myself climaxing, but I accidentally let out a loud heart felt moan of euphoric pleasure. Then I realized I was the one being watched.
I didn't know what to say or do, I had just gushed on the stairs watching my parents in this act. I ran to my room and locked the door. I waited for them to knock and try to talk to me, but they never did. They act like it never happened and I haven't the heart yet to talk to them about it. I can't get it out of my head and now when ever I see them, I think of it, my mom naked, my father naked, his big cock, him fucking that boy, the boy eating my mother. Everytine I think about it, my pussy becomes soaking wet. I'm so conflicted. I play with myself thinking about it and orgasim so good, but then I feel horrible. More so now because now I'm starting to want to have sex with my dad, his cock is so wide. What am I going to do? I'm disgusting.
Here we go again!
This is dedicated to the #2 comment on the previous Cambridge University post.
1. I'm ready to listen...Are you ready to think?
2. Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma.
3. Have a nice day! (Somewhere else)
4. Don't believe everything you think.
5. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
6. Don't make me use UPPERCASE.
7. If you have something to say, raise your hand and place it over your mouth.
8. Before you came along we were hungry, but now we are fed up!
9. Don't let your mind wander...it's too small to be let out on it's own.
10. I'd like to help you out...which way did you come in?
11. Wipe your mouth...there's still a tiny bit of Bullshit around your lips.
Are you the one who tried to have fun with your wife by telling her that maybe if she washed her clothing in Slim Fast her Butt may look smaller?
The next day as you were getting a fresh pair of Jockey Shorts out to wear you noticed a dust coming from them. You shook them and more dust. You yelled, "Who in hell put this Talcum Powder in my underwear?" Your wife yelled back, "It isn't Talcum Powder. It's Miracle Grow!"
Women have a way of getting even.
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So ltes sotp cmolpinanig wehn smoenoe mkaes a tpyo and mvoe on!
Saw something new today. I'm a widowed nympho and my friend is a divorced farm owner who is worse a nympho than me. We were drinking recent at her farm and normally she talks about all the young guys she's been having sex with but lately she hadn't. Being nosey and curious I asked why such a change. She was very vague and talked about finding her new heroin and if i was lucky she might show me. We as the drinking continued and the talks got more dirty and we began to arouse one another I quickly found out what she was talking about.
We grabbed our drinks and headed to the barn where she houses all her horses and cows. As we sat out there enjoying a good toke and our strong beverages she told me I must keep a secret, of course she knew I would lol. She grabbed my hand and walked me to this beautiful horse named midnight, and starts talking about him as explains she uses him for breeding. The reaches under and takes ahold of his massive penis. Startled I watch and the horse scared me with the noise he made.
She began to stroke this ungodly monster making him erect. So gross and weird. Next she brought over this obviously made at home bench and placed it below him, then off with her pants and holy shit I would have believed if I hadn't seen it my self. She rubbed is nasty tip across her wet pussy and began to push that dangerous thing inside her. The way she stroked him and she rocked up and down and side to side. Before too long this beast shot disgusting amounts of horse cum on her pussy and body.
My friend is a nasty fuck and I love her so. Awkwardly enough, I want to try now.
I have a very special "gentleman's gentleman" in my employ. I have a large inheritance, and live in a large isolated house, even at the age of twenty-one. I interviewed several applicants, and was impressed by this one, with a real upper-class English accent, very correct and formal, real Masterpiece Theater stuff. He was okay with the financial package I offered him, and suggested that he would be amenable to 'ANYTHING' that might lead to a bonus, if I was prepared to speak frankly and graphically. "It has been my experience that young men such as yourself, very often are in the grip of raging hormones, and often have been subjected to childhood abuse, which has left them, shall we say, a trifle unusual? I am very experienced in all forms of human behavior and excesses, so I am sure there must be SOMETHING I could assist with, for a reasonable uh, expense account, shall we say?" He was so avuncular, at his advanced age, and so bursting with bonhomie and willingness, I finally got drunk enough to tell him. "So the long and the short of it is, due to as you suspected, childhood abuse, the only way I can attain any sexual satisfaction, is to be kept almost permanently in total-enclosure bondage! I would happily reward anyone who could help me with this embarrassing matter, substantially! I hope I haven't shocked you!" He laughed. "Oh, hardly! I've been around the block a few times, as they say, and also, as again, 'they' say - it's not my first rodeo! I would be delighted to assist, and would leave the matter of compensation up to you, and your sense of fairness and actual achievement" So, we got into the nuts and bolts of it, and mow I am imprisoned in my full-length rubber-lined bag, 23/7, with an hour for exercise bike/treadmill, food, and hygiene. A real stun-gun guarantees my compliant return to the status quo, at the end of the hour. My elderly jailer has a market for what they call "pre-cum" at some laboratory which needs lots of it for research into sexual enhancement preparations, and he devotes hours every day to generating it and harvesting it, with my goodies pulled outside the bag, through a small zippered aperture, which is kept snugged tight round the roots, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Apparently he can also get paid for actual semen, if refrigerated in the proper containers, of which he has an endless supply. I am out of my mind with the need to come, which he ignores, chuckling amiably, and utterly merciless in his harvesting protocols, as he puts it. It's all very civilized and classy, but he is an iron hand in a velvet glove, so to speak, and never lets up on his "scheduling" I admit to being a little surprised that he has never taken the opportunity to open the small zipper at my mouth, and make me fellate him. Surprised, and a little disappointed, to be honest. Perhaps we can discuss it, if I ever have the opportunity to talk, from my confinement. I can't do it face to face, during my "hour" for some reason. He runs the house with great efficiency, and much time-watching. He is OCD in many ways, and wants everything exactly so, even me! I have an extra hour today, as he is dealing with an insurance adjuster, after a fender-bender in my BMW, so I am taking the chance to put this on record, along with my total satisfaction with the way things have worked out!
When I was eighteen, puny, bookish, and with raging hormones and no outlet, in desperation I went to the apartment next door, where there was a real brute of a man, who used to tease me in passing, crudely and offensively, sometimes offering to "wank me to death" and laughing like a drain when I got all red and embarrassed and hurried on by. Anyway, I knocked on his door one Friday evening, and asked "Can I come in?" when he answered. He stepped aside silently, grinning widely. He was fat, sweaty, bald, unshaven for days, in a dirty tee shirt and stained sweatpants, but I was in the grip of something stronger than me. "What?" was all he said, but he chewed his gum with a leer,picked his nose and wiped it on his pants, scratched his ass, and in general was utterly disgusting. Part of me wanted to flee, but another part just KNEW that if I was ever to find whatever it was I needed, this would be the guy! ANYTHING would go with him! I shrugged, and he said impatiently "What the fuck you want, kid?" I said "I dunno...have you ever tied anyone up before?" He chuckled and said "Better believe it, four-eyes! That what you want? I'll tie you up! Okay? You serious, or just wastin' my time? Ten seconds...! I drew a deep breath, faint apprehension trying to break through the fog of arousal. "Okay then, fuck off! " he growled and turned from me. "No, wait!" I said, my voice shaky. "Go ahead, do it! Quick, before I change my mind!" Suddenly serious, he went to a closet, telling me to get naked, which I did. I laid my glasses on a table, and suddenly things were all blurry, and he had the sleeping bag over my head before I realized what was happening. It fell all the way to the ground, and he was tying it at my neck, and waist. with rope or something. It stank! One end of the zipper ended right at my upper lip, and he slid it down an inch, giving me more air. "Okay, bub, you wanted to be tied up! What now?" he sn****red evilly. "I don't know.... whatever you say, I guess.....I mean it's not like I can stop you!" I said my voice shaky with fear, but with excitement too! Something was going to happen, I knew! "Good attitude, kid! You might even enjoy it! In fact I'll guarantee you enjoy SOME of it, and the rest, well I don't give a shit! I'm gonna enjoy it, that's fersure!" He slid open the other end of the zipper, up to my tightly-bound waist, pretty much, and took hold of my balls, with his fat fingers, squeezing and yanking them cruelly, until I yelped. "Shut the fuck up! In fact...." he slid the upper zipper tight closed, and now I only had what air I could draw through the metal zipper, and had none left over for the luxury of speech! He said he was going to "wank me to death" since his earlier offer had obviously drawn me here! That actually felt really good, especially with me utterly helpless to resist, but after a while, he pulled me close to him, slid the zipper back down, and pushed his tongue into my mouth! I wasn't ready for that, and the taste of tobacco turned my stomach! But I could do nothing but bite his tongue, and as helpless as I was, that didn't seem a good idea, so I just stood there and let him french-kiss me, endlessly, as he fondled me. He finally pushed a large pouch of chewing tobacco from his mouth to mine, then sealed me up again so I couldn't spit it out. The taste was awful! My hands, trapped above the rope at my waist, found areas of hard, crusty deposits on the cloth, and it dawned on me it was probably dried come! "Just to add to your fun, lemme tell you that old bag is thirty-odd years old, ain't never been laundered! I've sweated in it, peed in it, shit in it even, threw up in it, came in it, you name it! It's all in there, in some quantity or another! Gross you out? Huh? Good! When my six-pack is finished goin' through me, I'll piss it all over you! You only rent beer, y'know....! Sound like fun? Maybe you'll throw up in there, too!" His chubby fingers were driving me crazy, as he rambled on, and nothing else seemed to matter, not even his constant threats. He really seemed to enjoy telling me how he was going to keep me in the bag, all the time! "See how long it takes you to go fucking batshit crazy!" he gloated. I was so excited even this didn't really bother me, at that point, anyway. Then soon, he muttered "Gotta go!" and stuck his fat cock through the inch of open zipper, not into my mouth, but alongside it. Then he peed, and peed and peed, and the hot liquid soaked into the thick fabric, ever lower, until I was saturated right to the waist, at which point he withdrew and sealed the zipper shut again! Now the entire upper half of the bag was saturated with his foul-smelling piss! To be totally honest, I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that....it wasn't all bad, it seemed! Then the wanking resumed, tirelessly, and I slipped into am kind of dream state, as time passed ever so slowly. Just when I was about to explode, he stopped altogether, and re-zipped the lower half of the bag, then put me on my knees, and filled my mouth with his hot hard cock, ordering me to "suck it or die!" So I sucked it, with increasing skill, under his guidance, realizing it wasn't as bad as I first thought. It actually felt pretty good to my surprise. Now he rambled on about what all he was going to do, in horrifying but strangely exciting detail. The entire weekend passed this way, and I had never dreamed of such total sexual fulfillment. When it was finally time to get ready for work on Monday morning, I assured him that I would be back in the evening, and every evening, and every weekend, for EVER!
I'm a married man with 3 kids who loves to suck cock until he pukes then continue to keep sucking cock....