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Revenge
You know how the saying goes, "revenge is a dish best served cold." To seek revenge, you must be patient, calculating, and wait for the just the right time to strike. How did you serve up YOUR cold dish of revenge? The Vengeance Demons of AdultConfessions.com want to know!
  • — Revenge —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 38

    When I was 7 I had a male baby sitter that my mom hired. Here is some advice. Don't hire a teenage boy to baby sit your female children and leave him alone with them for long periods of time. The first time was only for a couple of hours so he only felt me up a bit and made me touch his dick. But the second time was for an entire weekend and by the time he was done I was no longer a virgin. He continued to baby sit me periodically for about two more years. Then his family moved out of town and it was years before I saw him again.

    Now don't get me wrong. At first I liked him. He was good looking, had a friendly boyish face almost feminine that was framed by long dark brown hair. Had he been more patient and a little gentler I'd have enjoyed what he did to me. But he was mean and rough and forceful and never gave me a choice in anything. By the time he got done with me I was a scared traumatized little girl.

    I withdrew from any social contact with other people almost completely and for the next several years. I put my heart and soul into my studies. From elementary school to the end of high school I was a straight A student. I graduated second in my class and was accepted to several colleges but our family was poor and without a full scholarship I wasn't going to be getting a Juris Doctor from Harvard. But I was able to get an Associate's degree in paralegal studies with a 4.0 gpa.

    So I was 20 years old with a 2 year degree in my hands and a high gpa and several recommendations and went job hunting which landed me in the office of one of the associates of an extremely successful litigation law firm.

    I recognized him immediately. It was him, my former baby sitter. He was totally clueless. He had no idea it was me. He had no idea I was that little girl he tormented so many years before. To him I was just another candidate for a paralegal position he was trying to fill.

    I decided right then, even if I didn't get the job, I was going to formulate a plan to get my revenge on him. I was good at research and knew that if I learned enough about him I could figure out the perfect revenge. As fate would have it, he hired me on the spot. I guessed I impressed him. He had no idea that I was that little girl he once babysat so many years ago. How he did not recognize my name I do not know.

    working as a researcher, mostly what my job entailed, gave me access to archives and records including employee records. I was there only a week when my new boss asked me out on a date. Accepting a date with someone who mollested and raiped you when you were 7 and 8 years old might seem like a bad idea but it gave me even more access to this monster's life. My body was already ruined by him so having more sex with him was no big deal though I was a bit confused why he would ask me out at all since I had thought he only liked little girls. It's not like I have kids and he was using me as a way to gain access to those kids like such people do.

    I found out a lot about him. When his family moved away it was because his father, a low ranking lawyer in a small law firm, had been hired by a big city law firm. Within a couple of years he made full partner and that meant his son got to go to Harvard and then get his juris doctor there as well. He was a full partner at the same law firm by the time I was applying for a job there. He was also rich. He had recently won a huge settlement in a class action suit and he personally cleared millions after taxes. I learned that he still liked little girls but was smart enough to limit his activities to dating understanding much younger adult women who would agree to dress up like a little girl and fulfill his disgusting fantasies.

    So with all this information I formulated my plan. Less than a year into my career he proposed to me and the following June we were married. Even when my parents showed up for the wedding he still had no idea who I was. We had our honeymoon at Disney World. He had me dress up like a little girl in pigtails and call him Daddy for the entire two weeks. In our suite we pretended I was his 7 year old daughter and we were committing i****t together. Out in the park he had me address him as Daddy for the entire time.

    When I moved into his mansion I began to snoop in earnest. I found tons of illegal porn on his computer. I had enough on him to put him away for life. But I wanted more than that. My best friend from college had a little sister who was the adventurous type. She was 15. With minimal prodding and guidance, she ended up in the right place and at the right time and soon she and my husband were all over each other. She was already a total slut having slept with several of her teachers in high school. I didn't actually have to do anything other than to arrange for the two of them to be in the same neighborhood at roughly the same time.

    I hired a security company to install security cameras without my husband's knowledge but did it in such a way to make it look like it was his idea and he had full knowledge of the installation. I made sure to have it set up so that the cameras recorded every second they were together in my bedroom.

    Within a month I had dozens of hours of video of my husband fucking a 15 year old girl in a state where 18 is the age of consent and the normal sentence even for first time offenders is 25 to life. I also had proof that he had a vast collection of illegal porn mostly involving men having sex with toddlers. That is a lot of ammunition for blackmail.

    So after making sure I had the evidence well secured and proof that he had the illegal porn I confronted him. I told him who I really was. He didn't believe me at first. It turns out he had also fucked other little girls. He confessed as much during our confrontation. I recorded his confession as he made it. He had no idea. I issued an ultimatum. He was going to give me a divorce. He was going to agree to alimony equal to 60% of his gross income including all bonuses. He was going go agree to give me our mansion, the beach house and the condo in Florida. He was going to give me the Bentley. He could keep the Hummer. I got to keep all the diamonds and other gifts. He was going to destroy his illegal porn collection in front of me. He was going to give my friend's 15 year old sister $100k for college. He was going to give each of his former victims $100k. That added up to $700k. He was going to turn over the rest of his bank accounts, amounting to $250k to me. He was going to pay off the remainder of my credit card debt, about $30k and the rest of my student loans, about $9k. The alternative was that the police would be told about his 15 year old girlfriend who was going to get $100k if she testified against him. They would also be told where to find his illegal porn collection and given a list of his former victims, some of whom no doubt would want to press charges. There was no statute of limitations for what he had done. And one last thing, he would agree to let me watch him be castrated, to make sure it actually got done.

    He agreed to everything though fought the last condition of our agreement for some time. But within a week he agreed reluctantly even to that. That was better than potentially life in prison and complete loss of his career. So his voice has a somewhat higher pitch now and he has a somewhat effeminate continence now but he still earns a good living as an attorney. I have an income of $180k, a mansion and my Bentley and other nice things and I now have a practice of my own. You see, he also paid for me to go to Harvard, get my degree in poly sci and followed that with a law degree. My practice concentrates on winning settlements for the victims of abuse. I have so far gotten my clients over $20 million in ten years. I've even beaten my ex husband where he represented the evil bastards who did it.




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  • — Revenge —
    Straight Female / 29


    It all started with Tony (friend/neighbour) making advances while Stuart (my husband) was at work. He kept making excuses for coming round and one-day he tried it on physically in the kitchen, fortunately my kids came home from school. I made sure from that day I wasn't home alone BUT every time I saw him acting normally with Stuart, with the usual banter which always goes on between them about me with Stuart telling him that I do flashing, full blow jobs even saying that I don't mind anal making me dead embarrassed but making Tony jealous saying about Stuart able to see me naked at any time with Stuart actually daring me to give him a flash after all Tony was a friend but I didn't rise to the dare. Later on when Tony left leaving us alone, after all this time I decided to tell Stuart about those happenings with Tony all that time ago.
    At first he was furious and was going to go round and belt him for what he had tried BUT after calming down he actually got turned on asking lots of questions eventually us making real passionate love. Then one night my "revenge" opportunity came real because my kids were out for the night and Tony's wife was away so he came round for a drink and as usual the banter went on.
    I made an excuse to go upstairs so I could put my plan into action. Changing into my yellow slightly see-through button up dress, with Basque, stockings, red see-through knickers underneath I shouted down for them to come upstairs BOTH of them were gobsmacked by what I was wearing and obviously we were in our bedroom. I had music playing, telling them to stand to one side and watch but they can't touch telling Tony he was now going to see what he always wanted.
    Unbuttoning my dress letting it fall from my shoulders revealing my Basque then sliding it further down until completely letting it go then sitting on the edge of the bed unfastening my stockings sliding them down, now reaching behind me unfastening my Basque holding it for a second before letting it go now revealing my bare tits, my nipples were now starting to stick out which Stuart commented to Tony about that no doubt I was getting worked up myself but I was still in control of everything happening at this moment.
    I still had my slightly see-through knickers on. Making sure telling them to stay by the dressing table lying down pushing down on my waistband of my knickers telling Tony that he was about to see what he was hoping to use all that time ago. At this time I will admit I was getting dead excited myself and my heart was pounding and really I should of been prepared for what happened next because STUART said to Tony something like "Hell this is to much should we sample what is on offer" meaning me obviously "I never had a chance to even get up because both of them literally pinned me down with Stuart telling Tony to pull my knickers right off and to spread my legs. I didn't think that Stuart would act like this but I hadn't realised that I had got them so worked up. They were like sex starved animals with Stuart telling Tony I wanted fingering and the rougher the better I liked it. Stuart very rarely acts like this but I started to feel actually humiliated because as well I could feel myself Cumming shaking not in control of my body . By now both of them had their dicks out with Stuart TELLING me to give Tony one of my special blow jobs first before they will take it in turns to fuck me I wasn't disappointed when I saw Tony's Dick because it was a bit bigger than Stuart and also circumcised so now with it being rock hard I was made to suck him till he came having to swallow it while Stuart got me to the doggie position fucking me. Between them they made me cum a couple more times and each time they ridiculed me about how much I must be liking it. It was about 2 AM when they actually finished with Stuart saying to Tony that he must come round again soon if he wanted to NOT bothering what I thought although I will admit I secretly enjoyed it



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  • — Revenge —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 49

    In 1968 I was r*ped by a Roman Catholic priest.

    I was ten years old. My Mom volunteered me to be an alter boy. That meant I had no choice. In those days parents were a bit too trusting and thought nothing of sending a child that age to walk many blocks to go to a church to train with a man in his 30's who has never married, was supposed to be a virgin and lived with other men.

    I was supposed to attend an alter boy training class at the parish office next door to the church. There were supposed to be other alter boys there. There weren't It was me alone with Fr. O. Fr. O. had me sit down in a chair and began by telling me I looked nervous and tense and offered to give me a massage. I'd never had a massage so didn't know what to make of the offer so I shrugged my shoulders. I confess it felt good. It felt really good. His hands undoing my shirt felt good. His hands massaging my bare back, neck, shoulders all felt really good. His fingers combing through my long blond hair felt good. His fingers massaging my scalp felt good. Standing up while he undid my pants felt strange but up to that point everything felt good.

    Keep in mind it was the 1960's and ten year old boys were not educated in the ways of the world. I hadn't a clue about sex or where babies came from. I'd also been indoctrinated into believing that Roman Catholic priests were virtually sin free and were holy men whose mission was to lead everyone else spiritually. One obeyed one's priest because priests were God's representative here on Earth. So when a priest slips his hand in your underwear and tickles your pee pee while he massages your butt with the other hand and it feels good, you don't question it. Up to that point, I was O.K. with everything he did. Had he sucked my dick I'd been very O.K. with that as well.

    He didn't. What he did was undo his own pants, take out his big hairy cock and shove it in my face and order me to suck on it. I was scared and panicked but obedient. If you disobeyed a priest you went to hell or at least purgatory where you spent a lot of time screaming in agony apologizing to God for disobeying the priest. His cock was disgusting. Now I want to clarify. I am bisexual. Today, I'd have gladly sucked it down my throat and enjoyed doing so. But at ten, I found it disgusting, hideously disgusting and it was all I could do to keep from puking with that thing shoved down my throat. After a while he took it out and bent me over and shoved it all in one unbearable stroke, all he way up my ass. Filling my ass with gasoline and lighting it on fire would have felt as a relief compared to having that monster up my ass.

    My mother found my blood stained underwear the next day. I was taken to the emergency room. After some vicious interrogation it was determined that I had been sodomized. I'd not heard of that word but apparently in those days if you'd been fucked in the ass that was all the evidence needed to prove that you must surely know what the sin of Sodomy was and so I was duly punished. My father was furious with me. My mother was more furious with me for lying to her about what the priest did. At first I wasn't going to say anything at all I was very scared of going to hell but then my parent's interrogation took over and I was afraid of them so I confessed to the horrible sin of being r*ped by a priest. My father accused me of choosing to become a faggot (I'd never heard the word but anyone who has been ass fucked is obligated to know what a faggot is automatically) I was whipped by my father for roughly a hundred strokes give or take. I passed out some where around counting off the 75th stroke and when I came too it was over and I had a few more strokes so I think I got around a hundred total and that makes sense as my father was very methodical and liked round numbers ending in zero. My mother was hysterical as now that I was no longer pure I was no longer eligible to become a priest and that was something she promised God before I was born.

    After interrogating me regarding every conceivable sexual partner I could have seduced my parents finally settled on assuming I was actually r*ped and that there may very well have been a distantly remote chance that I may have actually told them the truth to begin with. Of course there was no apology for the whipping. If I wasn't guilty of that I was probably guilty of something equally horrible. The assumption was that little boys were in a perpetual state of being guilty of some horrible sin for which he was never caught so a good periodic whipping was always in order.

    By this point it was a couple of days later and now I had scars, bruise and still bleeding welts from the whipping but lots of parents whipped their kids in those days so it was no big deal taking me down to the police station and the cop who examined my asshole seemed completely unphased by what my father did. He did tell me what a horrible sin it was to take a dick up my ass but other than that and sticking a bare finger up my ass for whatever reason he did and said nothing else. He suggested my parents take the complaint to the church. I don't think they ever wrote a report.

    So we went to the cardinal's office, got the run around and two weeks later my mother and I got letters informing us we had been excommunicated. So we moved to another diocese.

    My mother wasn't going to let a little thing like excommunication get in the way of her going to church and they really didn't do a back ground check on new members of a parish. So we pretty much picked up where we left off in our spiritual life though I really didn't want to be an alter boy any more.

    I was almost 11 when my mother suggested that a different parish in a different diocese and with different priests would mean things would be different. They weren't. Despite my taking my excommunication seriously which meant was in total agreement that I should not be a member of the Roman Catholic church, my mother again volunteered my services as alter boy and since I was not fully trained I had to go to training class yet again. this time I rode my bicycle and kept it nearby and if any priest came close I was NOT going to stick around. That was the plan.

    So the alter boy training class of this new parish was in the actual church and I was relieved that there were about ten other boys already there. Everything went as well as could be expected and then we all got dressed in our vestments and the priest said mass. There were only about 20 people who attended besides us, some were parents of some of the other alter boys. Then I went home.

    The following Saturday after serving after noon mass it was just me and the priest (same one who trained me) and he put his had on my shoulder and began to give me a massage. A frightening chill went down my spine. He must have noticed my trembling and asked if someone had hurt me. I told him about the other priest and he hugged me. He told me he too had fucked several alter boys but he always makes sure they feel good when he does. He offered to suck my cock and I was so relieved that he wasn't going to force himself on my that I let him. It felt really good. I liked it a lot. Also it didn't hurt that he was really good looking, had long red hair so he was kind of feminine looking and was fresh out of the seminary at around 27 years old. He was also a really good cock sucker. I was too young to cum but it felt really nice and tingly all over and then when he offered to kiss my ass hole and make it better, how could I refuse. I expected to get a quick lip to ass peck, you know, like the way a parent might kiss a boo boo and make it better. His idea was to tongue kiss my boo boo. He licked my ass hole for over an hour. The sensation was delightfully soothing and I really didn't want him to ever stop. It made me feel really good that he seemed to absolutely adore doing this really naughty dirty thing that felt so good to me.

    So this became a regular thing. Every time I served mass with that particular priest he gave me a blog job and a massage and ended by spending way too much time licking my ass which I felt was no where near enough time. I was nearly in love with him within a few weeks.

    One day that priest asked if he could play a game with me. He wanted to dress me up like a girl, put my hair in pigtails and put some make up on me and nail polish on my nails and pretend I was a girl and pretend to fuck me. He promised not to put it in my ass but rather just rub in between my butt cheeks. I agreed to since he always made me feel so good. So after mass we were alone in his room at the rectory. I was dressed up like a little hooker in bra, panties, stockings, high heals, make up, nails and pigtails. I was bent over his bed and he was naked pretend fucking me. It actually felt kind of good having his erection running between my ass cheeks and the head rubbing against my asshole without actually penetrating while he reached around and jerked me off. He had me say a lot of really dirty things to him while he did this like "Oh yes Daddy r*pe me hard, make it hurt Daddy, oh yes I'm such a sissy faggot!" and other similar things while he continued to pretend r*pe me. Physically it felt good so I didn't mind but the words were a bit of a mind fuck and it felt weird and awkward and a bit humiliating but when someone spends so much time sucking your dick and with there tongue up your ass, you cut them some slack.

    That would have been fine. I'd have agreed to do that weekly for years if he wanted. The only problem is we were about to find out we were not alone. Just as he was squirting his come between my legs and just as I was confessing to enjoying being "r*ped" the door was thrown wide open and there stood the head priest, the pastor and the boy scout leader who knew all the parents and everyone else in the parish AND a boy scout who had accompanied him to the rectory on parish business (in that boy scout council, churches sponsored the boy scouts) who I believe had just earned his eagle badge and whose two younger sisters were both in my school, one in my class.

    The shit hit the fan. I was outed at school. Have you got any idea what it is like to be outed at ten years old in the 4th grade in 1968? So my father's original suspicion that I was a faggot was confirmed. I was whipped a hundred strokes per day for the next ten days and grounded for eternity. Since we were already excommunicated we couldn't complain to the bishop of our new diocese. Since I was a repeat customer I could not file a r*pe report with the police and my father's boss wouldn't let him get yet another transfer and he was already pissed off at me since he lost $2000 selling the first house and had no intention of losing any more. I had no choice but to go to school and face all the kids who instantly knew that I love sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass by men. Of course the fact that none of that would be true for a couple more decades made no difference. I had confessed it to three witnesses while in drag getting butt fucked. The priest in question was transferred and my still devout mother decided to attend mass in yet a different parish twenty miles away. She dragged me along but now she refused to let me be an alter boy because I was unworthy to even approach the alter. Of course she forbid me from taking communion as I was not worthy but she did make me go to confession every Saturday which meant my father had to drive us both ways twice a week and I got whipped for that every week until I was 16.

    As my might guess, the next several years were a continuous living hell. I was bullied beyond belief on a daily basis. Every guy who wanted a blow job or to fuck an ass assumed I was obsessed with taking their particular cock up my ass and down my throat. Before my 11th birthday I'd been fucked more than a fifty year old two dollar whore. You can't report a r*pe when it has happened so many times because the cops won't believe you. All you can do is take it and either hope to survive or pray for death.

    So by this point you may be wondering why this is in the revenge category of stories.

    The summer I was 17 and just before what should have been my senior year in high school, my father was transferred. I was actually giddy when I heard the news. It meant my torment would be over. The problem was, he was transferred right back to that original town in the first parish in the first diocese where all my trouble began. But, at least nobody there knew how much I adored being r*ped by priests. I had changed physically a lot since I was ten and absolutely no one recognized me or remembered me at all, not even when I told them my name. I must have not been a very memorable child at ten. I turned 18 at the end of September. My mother registered us again at the parish as one does but this time under a different last name. I was surprised that neither of the two priests who were there before recognized my mom. But I suppose seven years does a lot to a person's looks and memory. The priest who originally r*ped me was still there and so was one of the other priests but the pastor and three other priests who were there before were transferred out and replaced by yet more.

    I remember that first Sunday when my mom and I attended mass together and found that the priest who r*ped me was saying mass. Fr. O. had gained some weight and had a beard but it was the same fr. O. I felt empowered when I realized that I towered over him by at least six inches. I was six feet tall and he was around five and a half. I was no longer afraid of him. In fact, I was toying with the idea of catching him on his way out of the church headed for the rectory and giving him a taste of his own medicine.

    Now you probably noticed that despite everything that happened, I still went to mass. My mother was responsible for that. Had it been up to me, I'd never had stepped foot in a church again. I was by then long converted to atheism. But one does things for one's mother when asked and often without much question. I would never admit to her in those days that I was a devout atheist.

    On our way out the door of the church after mass, that priest was asking nearly everyone as they exited if they would like to volunteer for bingo. When my Mom and I got to the exit he made the same request of us but then threw in "we feed our volunteers quite well." To my mom, that was all that was needed. She signed us both up. That meant she didn't have to fix dinner Friday nights. That meant for the conceivable future, my Friday nights were ruined. My Dad had let off a bit on the eternal grounding since I had turned 16 and gotten a job. So I had over the summer regained some semblance of a personal and even social life. I had met a few people over the summer and by the time the first day of school came I was already acquainted with some of my classmates. None remembered me of course and that was fine. I got to start over and I was happy even though it was in the very place where my troubles started. But having my Friday's ruined was NOT on my agenda.

    I was still only 17 for a couple more weeks when I started at the bingo hall. So I was assigned to the kitchen mostly to wash dishes and do cleaning. I couldn't cook any food until I turned 18. After three hours I could stuff my face with whatever I wanted and even take some home. My mother did the same and that meant we had leftovers on Saturday and she did't have to cook then either. To her, that was reward enough.

    My 18th birthday landed on a Friday. No party for me. My Friday night was spoken for. I couldn't even hang out with my new friends. My Mom promised that Saturday I would get cake and presents. despite that I was in a foul mood.

    So when we got to the bingo hall an hour before bingo started, the priest in charge, yes, you guessed it, the same one who originally r*ped me, informed me that since I had just turned 18 that night I was now eligible to sell lucky tickets. Nobody wanted to do that for whatever reason. I could care less one way or another, my birthday and Fridays in general were ruined so six of one half dozen of the other. He handed me a pocket apron and grabbed a big pile of lucky tickets, gave me some change to make change with and told me to go out and sell as many as I could at 25 cents each or five for a dollar or thirty for five dollars. Despite having done one or two dumb things, I'm not a dummy. Very quickly I discovered that there was absolutely no oversight. They didn't count the tickets when they gave them to me. They didn't count the money when I gave it to them. All the money went into a big box and was counted at the end of the night. There were five of us wandering around the bingo hall selling the lucky tickets to thousands of bingo players. There was no way to determine how much cash the team should have at the end of the night let alone how much each individual volunteer should have. After the first hour I had to take a leak and walked back into the office and was about to take off my apron and turn it in temporarily to go take a leak and the priest, yes that same one, just told me to go take a piss and not bother taking the apron off and just go back out to the hall as they were losing money every second I left the hall and next time to use the men's room closer to the hall entrance. So I went to the men's room, entered a stall and looked down into the big pile of money in my apron as I sat pissing.

    That was when I began skimming off the lucky ticket sales. I pocketed a hundred dollars that night. Five twenties. They didn't miss it. They had no way of knowing how much I should have turned in so they didn't miss it. I know I turned in thousands of dollars that night. At one point I had about seven thousand dollars in my apron.

    Happy Birthday To Me!

    In 1976 $100 was a lot of money. That was enough to buy a really nice Bicycle. That was enough to buy a really nice used black and white TV or a half way decent new stereo. It was enough to buy a new suit though I didn't wear suits. It was enough to buy some nice clothes. It was enough to take my friends out to dinner and a movie. It was also enough to buy a junk car. After giving it some thought, I decided to hold onto it and combine it with more that I planned on taking.

    The next Friday I was very eager to start my volunteer services. I also had to piss a lot. I grabbed a total of twenty five twenty dollar bills and stuffed them into my wallet. In 1976 that was what my Dad made in two weeks and he worked for the government. I went about my business selling lucky tickets to the throngs of bingo players and got to know some of them. It is funny how gamblers go through their routines or have their particular superstitions. One guy wanted to count out every 7th ticket and buy it. Another counted every 13th ticket. Most wanted only to buy from fresh blocks of tickets. So every ten minutes or so I had to take my box back to the back room and make it look like I got all fresh tickets. You learn thing like that when selling gambling tickets. About the tickets. They were folded and sealed. The prizes were a fresh new ticket, or a dollar or five dollars, or twenty dollars, or fifty dollars or a hundred dollars of five hundred dollars. I literally had people buying blocks of five hundred tickets who expected to win thousands by doing so. Who was I to judge. All I knew was I was making a killing.

    By the third week, after confirming that there was no oversight and no accounting methods used at all, I got bolder and began skimming around twenty percent. Today, casinos have very sophisticated accounting techniques that will tell if someone is skimming the take. For example, they actually count the money from each dealer and they know how to determine statistically, how much money each gambler is going to spend at a time and how much per square foot they can expect to take in on a given night and they even calculate in such things as the weather or how well a football team did that night. They have it down to a science. But in those days, church bingo was very unscientific and so was book keeping. I figured out quickly that the better I was at selling the tickets the more I was going to take home that night. I got to where I was selling over ten thousand dollars worth and that meant I was taking two grand a week. That's what my Dad earned in two months. This was better than dealing drugs or pimping. There was no chance of getting caught.

    As of the day I graduated from high school I had skimmed $75,000 from the bingo receipts. I had eaten over 75 free meals. I had taken home over a hundred bottles of liquor from the parish liquor room (we sold liquor, beer and wine to bingo players) and I had swiped a variety of equipment, tools etc. It seems the more you volunteer the more they trust you. Nobody ever suspected anything when I quit my $2.50 an hour job. Nobody suspected when I bought my brand new Van and paid cash. Nobody suspected when I had nice clothes and nobody suspected when I bought myself a brand new 25" color TV, a new hifi and other nifty toys. My father didn't look a gift horse in the mouth when I offered to start paying room and board before my 18th birthday and at a rate of $50 a week. In those days that was a huge amount.

    In July our parish decided to expand Bingo to three nights. Other parishes were holding bingo on Wednesday or Saturday night so we added both. I had thought it would reduce total sales but I was shocked when it actually tripled our weekly take which meant I tripled mine. That summer I skimmed an additional $75,000. By the first day of college I had a nest egg of over $125k. That was three times what my parent's house was worth and ten times what my Dad earned in a year. For the next four years I continued what I was doing and ended up taking $1.5 million +. That was when I graduated from college with my degree. I paid cash for my education and owed not a single cent. I literally had moving boxes stuffed with hundred dollar bills.

    Then one day, after I had moved from there and was being a lazy bum basically a well educated 22 year old retired bum living in the beach house I bought 1500 miles away, my mom calls me up to tell me about the priest who was arrested for embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars in parish funds and how he refused to tell the authorities where he hid his loot. Yes, that priest. They found a huge stash of illegal porn in the closet of his room in the rectory, all depicting little boys. Once that happened the victims all came crawling out of the woodwork. There were law suits. Some were settled. That priest was defrocked. The last I heard he died in prison. That diocese was sued for millions of dollars. Some of the victims got more than I did. I figure I'm even as far as that is concerned. The priest got a piece of ass and I got an education and nifty retirement fund.

    Meanwhile, had that priest been a little more patient, I'd have let him do all that to me and more by the time I was 13. Even though middle school and high school were a living hell from a social standpoint, I really did enjoy sucking cock and getting it up the ass by then. But the priests didn't turn me into a sissy faggot. They simply recognized me as one already. The first one was a jerk and got what was coming. The second one I liked but he was stupid.

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    Straight Male / 29

    I'm posting this for a close friend who was recently married where I was his
    Best Man. I am totally clueless as to what to do.

    At the reception after the wedding my friend, still in his tux, went to the
    men's room in the hotel where we were holding the gathering. In the men's
    room he heard a pounding sound and went into the open stall next to where
    the pounding was coming from.

    Standing on the toilet in the stall, he looked over the thin metal wall
    and there, below, was his new bride still wearing her marital gown
    riding her father like a champion equestrian. His head was back with eyes closed
    and her head was down as she hammered away so they did not see him.

    Later he told me the story, tearfully, and I was startled. My first
    reaction was to tell him to "end it now." Still, that might be
    harsh advice. I'm not sure it's the best advice. Anyone have any suggestion?

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    Straight Male / 46

    A Day Off Spoiled

    We both had the day off last week...kids at school, no one around. Did we take advantage? Absolutely not. Instead, I got shot down repeatedly over the course of the day. By the time dinner was done and everyone was settling down for the night, I was a mass of frustration.

    I lay in bed reading erotic stories while my wife snored away beside me. I read about women who enjoy sex, wives who swallowed their husband's cum, teachers who fuck their students--all the usual things. I stroked my cock gently, still being polite, not wanting to wake her up. A washcloth lay beside me, ready to catch my cum if I didn't want to get up.

    One thing I love about my wife is how deeply she sleeps, however. Once she starts snoring, especially on her back, I can pretty much do what I want. I've confessed before about taking advantage of that tendency and feeling her pussy while I jerked off, and that night was almost a repeat of the same...just a little more.

    I put the Kindle down and rolled onto my side, still stroking my cock, but reaching over to rub her belly. Joy of joys, she had on a nightshirt and no panties! I pulled it up in a flash, trailed my fingers through her pubic hair, and caressed her pussy lips. My probing finger found her slit and dipped inside, spreading her moisture up toward her clit. As I circled her little nub, she got a bit wetter, her body responding to the pleasure even though her breathing never changed.

    I paused to push her right leg further over, opening her wider. With two fingers now, I slid deeply into her pussy (which she never allows), twisting them and savoring the slippery warmth of her. My cock was leaking precum now, and I stroked myself steadily. I could just imagine my cock inside her the way my fingers were, making that same soft, slapping sound as we fucked...but no. That wasn't happening, remember?

    Just to see what happened, I tried turning her. I pulled her right leg closer, and pushed her left away from me toward the edge of the bed. She snorted and rolled halfway over, ending up with her ass facing toward me, just as I hoped!

    Once her breathing settled, I moved gently closer, slipping my fingers back into her pussy and nuzzling my cock into her ass crack. With our combined moisture, I stroked my shaft and rubbed the head of my cock against her asshole, wishing I could just fuck her right then and there. Knowing that would wake her for sure, I contained the impulse but kept sliding my cock around, relishing the warmth of her crack, the rasp of her pussy lips, and the thrill of getting away with it.

    My cock was at a bad angle, so I pushed a pillow under my hip carefully. Things lined up much better, and my cock was laid along her pussy lips perfectly, rubbing from her asshole and up past her clit. I was coated with slippery juices, and I held her as and slide carefully back and forth. Her breathing stayed steady despite all this movement and stimulation--lucky me!

    To keep myself from coming too quickly, I slowed my movements, pulling back and rubbing my cock in a leisurely way. My fingers were so slick that I couldn't resist testing things some more...I nudged her ass with the tip of my middle finger, transferring the moisture. Within a minute, I could slide my whole finger inside the tight clasp of her ass. My cock pulsed again, almost spurting at the thought of filling her tight little hole.

    With my finger still in her ass, I used my other hand to slip two fingers into her pussy, feeling the friction across the thin barrier between them. I stroked her juice back onto my cock and shifted toward her. This time, I wanted more. The head of my cock lined up between her pussy lips. I knew I could not cum inside her and escape notice, but I could not stop myself from fucking her just a little bit. The head slipped inside, opening her just a tad. With a gentle thrust, I eased back and forth inside her, her pussy lips gripping my cockhead and then letting it go as I pulled back. Should I just fuck her? No--that would freak her out and ruin everything. Since I was where I was, though, I kept going.

    All too soon, I could feel myself slipping over the edge. At the last possible second, I pulled out and aimed across her ass, shooting stripe after strip of cum onto her hip and thigh. Staying as still as possible, I grabbed the washcloth from behind me and wiped her off. Easing onto my back, my heart pounding, I let the thrill of orgasm and my invasion wash over me. That will teach her to say no, I thought. That's fucked up, I thought as well.

    Folding the washcloth, I cleaned my cock off, then wiped her crack and pussy as well as I could and pulled her nightshirt down over her ass.

    Unable to resist the impulse, I dipped my finger in my cum inside the washcloth. I dripped a small dab onto her lips and smiled as she unconsciously licked it off. That changed her breathing, however, and I retreated to my side of the bed, getting out a little while later to dispose of the evidence.

    #34627 — Comments (1) — Mar 20, 2017 at 8:15 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 33

    So here it goes...don't quite know how to go about this but I am Indian and horny most of the time, can't find a man that satisfies my needs.
    My confession is that since moving from Midlands for a job I started recently have started to fantasise about my sisters husband.
    I forgot to mention that I have been offered the spare room in their home and contribute towards a few bills a month.
    So one day when sis and her hubby went to work I had 30mins of play time before I needed to get up and ready for work. I did what every other person usually does in the morning and started playing with myself, not caring that the door was slightly open.
    I didn't hear the front door open downstairs and to my surprise my sisters husband came back to collect his phone charger.
    Now he would have had to go past my room to get to theirs and from the noises I was making I'm most certain he had heard me, perhaps even seen me with my legs wide open as the sheets were off.
    I suddenly heard footsteps and the sound drop of the keys when I shouted who was there. Got up out of my bed but by then the door slammed, looked out my window and saw him get into the car.
    It made me wonder if my sisters husband had heard or seen me and with the sudden sense of excitement I got horny again.
    I realised this was wrong and tried to get the thoughts out of my mind but whilst at work, all I could think about was how his cock must feel like and wondering whether he fucks good or not.
    I dropped my sis and her hubby a text later that morning to ask if they left anything as I heard a noise. He replied saying it was him and that he had also heard a noise too when he returned with a wink.
    I think his reply is an opening and waiting for me to explain myself but I don't know if I should. It'd the fact that he's forbidden fruit that makes it ever so much more exciting for me.
    My family would be distraught and I would get disowned in our culture if anyone was to ever find out but I have this urge to have a one time fling with him.
    I believe I'm hotter than my sis and I'm sure I've seen him checking out my body before.
    Maybe I should flirt with him when sis isn't around and see if he reciprocates...hmmm
    I will keep you all updated as to whether anything happens as sis is away this weekend for work conference. I'm getting wet just thinking about all the things I'd like to do to him, I know... I'm so naughty ;)

    #34575 — Comments (0) — Mar 15, 2017 at 7:34 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 19

    My boyfriend Kenny and I have been together for almost 2 years. We met in High School and he was my first and only. My friends thought we were the perfect couple, especially when he "prom-posed" by streaking at a football game with " PROM JEN?" on his butt. All the kissing, handies and titfucks were fun, but we finally fucked on prom night at the beach.


    He goes to a college about an hours drive from home, and we would text, talk and get together all the time. Last weekend, I surprised him by showing up at his dorm with an overnight bag. We drank and smoked and ended up at a party on the top floor of his dorm. Everyone was dancing and drinking and having a great time but I wore heels ( I'm 5" 1/2" tall) and went to his room to put on some more comfortable shoes. His laptop was in sleep mode, and when I bumped his bed, it woke. I scrolled through the pics ( I didn't know he saved all my nudes) and there was a pic of him fucking the redhead that was at the party! I sent the pic to my phone, and did a master reset on his laptop, deleted all his school work and files.

    When I went back to the party, Kenny was sitting on the couch with a few people including the redhead and her " boyfriend". I made my plan up then. I took skank girl's boyfriend to dance, and while we were dancing I showed him the pic and told him we need to get back at them. He told me his room number, and when Kenny was busy at the ice luge I went to Brett's room and dropped to my knees. Brett came over and opened his pants and I pulled his junk out and started sucking the best I could. He just leaned back and enjoyed it as I stroked him and sucked. HE wasn't very big, and he came quickly. I just held as much as I could in my mouth, walked down the hall to where Kenny was and tongue kissed him long and hard, staring at skank girl. When Kenny pulled back, I could see the strand of cum running back to his lip. I walked up to skank girl, showed her the pic and told her she could have him. Then I told her that she should kiss him, because Brett's cum was still fresh in his mouth! Everyone heard and clapped and Oohh'd as I walked out the door. F' him!

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    Straight Male / 22

    I was married to a beautiful girl. When we were having our first sex I asked for a blowjob. She said that she did not do that. I was 16 and she was 18. I let it drop until our next sex.

    This went on every time and then I decided to ask for anal sex too. Again she refused. I kept on. We were married when I was 19 and she was 21. I began to push more for a blowjob and anal sex.

    One night after asking for a blowjob and anal she said, "I don't know if you will like it but I'm sure John across the street might let you if you ask him real sweet". We laughed about it.

    The next time I asked she said, "All right I will go ask him if you can blow him and get ass fucked". I said that, "No man could ever make me suck his cock". We made love.

    The next couple of times were about the same. Then she had enough and decided to make me sorry I ever asked for it

    I was home and she was late getting home but never called me I was a little worried. Then the door opened and her and John were standing there. He was a lot bigger than I remembered.

    I am only 5'4" and John was over 6'. My wife said that she has had enough. She said that she told John how bad I wanted to suck his cock and take it all up my ass. She said, "I already told him that you are shy and would deny it and that just means her true self Lisa is being held back and once started you won't stop". Then I got so scared when she said, "I gave him permission to punish you if you stop acting like a real sluty girl because that is what you said really turns you on and at first you pretend to cry and to keep up the punishment". I tried to say no and she said, "Please punish her for me John I am tired and she is in her bitch mode. It might be her time of the month".

    He backhanded me and said, "Bitch she is nice enough to get you the cock you crave and this is how you treat her. Tell her your sorry and will be a perfect little lady for me". I felt like a scared little girl and told her I was sorry and would be a perfect little lady. She said good then John won't have to punish you over the weekend. I said that it was Thursday when am I done. She said, "Sunday night at 12:00, oh I almost forgot I told him how much you love to all the house work and cooking and serving everything and he said that he would keep you happy.

    When she came in she had a bag and she gave it to me and said go change and on your way to John's grab the rest from my car.

    Inside what I saw made my stomach hurt. It was a prostitute outfit that fit and was a size 8 and fit stockings and garter belt and bra and panties and 5" stiletto heels. I never walked in heels before. My wife said that if I fell while wearing my new outfit that everyone would come to help you. Then John said that I would thank her for the new clothes, she told me how you have been wanting them more than anything. I said thank you for the clothes that I have been wanting. She said, "Remember me telling you how hard it is to walk in heels and you want 5" stilettos. Here's where you prove that the girl inside you is really ready to be the woman you say you are". I was so pissed but I had to agree your get knocked around more.

    Over the weekend I was made to beg for his big cock. He was a horny man and the first night, the rest of Thursday after 6:30, I first had to suck his cock and swallow all of it. Then he made me hold it in my mouth to get all the flavor he let me swallow after 1.5 miniutes. Then I had to cook a 3 course meal and bake a cake. I had to serve him also. Then in the middle of cleaning the kitchen he called me. I played the dutiful wife and came running.

    He said that he wanted me to take off my French maids uniform, which he added, makes me look hot, and put on my sexiest lingirie and come back here and sit on my lap.

    I did as he said. When I sat he told me to line up his cock with my ass hole. I did and it felt like his cock was going to break through my panties and I stood back up. He said that it was just hard from seeing me looking sexy in my lingirie.

    Then came the trouble. He said to suck his cock. I did because I had to. Then he told me to look up. When I did he was taking pictures of me with his cock deep in my mouth. He kept taking pictures and told me that my wife said that she didn't have any pictures of me doing what I really love so he was going to email them to her.

    Then came the anal portion. As he pushed his cock in without lube he made me look at him and keep telling him that I am loving it. He was busy taking pictures of my face also in frame my ass full of his cock.

    He said that tomorrow would be a special day for me. We went to bed and he held me all night and I could not get free.

    The next day after his morning blowjob I cooked a big breakfast and cleaned the kitchen. Still in my lingirie for him. He said that today I had to be a very good girl and show pleasure on your face the entire time or I will punish you good. I said, ,"Yes sir".

    Soon a knock came and told me to answer it. I didn't want to buy had to. I opened it and had to keep pleasant face and tone. There with her best friend and each of them were video recording me. John said that now was my film debut. He asked if I was happy to be recorded finally being the girl that I am. I had to seem happy and feminine. I had been practicing a girl voice it just sounded like the gayest man in the world. I used it and told him that it is all I want to be recorded while pleasuring a real man like him.

    My wife and her friend were laughing at me and my wife said, "See I told you he was a girl". Her friend asked me, "Is that true sweetie"? She said it as if she was talking to a girl. I knew I had to and said, "Yes I have always been a girl". Then she said, "That explains your wife's constant complaints about your small penis and lack of any skills with women". I just starred and John said, "Be a good girl and answer her". I said, "Yes I am small and not good at sex".

    My wife said to pull down my pretty pink panties and show her my little joke. She had never called it a joke before. I pulled my panties down and she laughed and laughed. She said that she did not believe my wife when she said my penis was as small as she said, but it is smaller than you told me. Then she looked at my wife and said, "If I didn't have this recorded nobody would believe me". I forgot about that. I begged them not to show anyone. They promised not to but only after I signed a contract.

    This contract is all in favor of these three in front of me. I agreed to clean all three house in uniform. I will be available, after your 12 hours of cleaning and cooking, for John and his friends for any and all sexual acts they want. Then she said, "John I really need some video of her with a nice cum facial". He said told me to come beg to suck his cock for the video. I did and I sucked until he pulled out and shot my face and getting in my eye. My wife said that was her idea because she knew it burns bad. I said thanks I know now.

    I had so much sex with John that on Saturday I really enjoyed it. I was pushing my ass on his cock as he pushed in. He called my wife and made her video it. This with no direction from them I did the same thing, I was riding his big cock taking a lot more than the day before. My wife said that she told John that I was a closet girl. She said, "You are really loving this what a good girl you are". I was doing everything he asked. I even got on top and when his cock got in me and was going up and down and out of nowhere I said, "Oh my God I love this so much you are so big and hard go deeper.

    My wife said that she was just trying to get me to stop asking for oral and anal and I am in love with cock. I said I was sorry and I never knew that cock and cum taste so good, and a big hard cock feels so wonderful in my ass.

    I asked John how would feel with a new bedmate. He said that I would be getting cock whenever he wanted. I said, "That sounds great". Now I am only allowed to wear female clothes. He likes see my legs shaved and in pantyhose. It was hard the few first times even putting a run in the first pair I tried to put on. I am good with pantyhose now. I am happy being with John. When we go on a date he doesn't let anyone make fun of me. One time a man was about to beat me and John hurt the guy.

    I couldn't be happier

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    Straight Female / 29

    It's a simple scenario for me. Finding out fairly recently he'd had a girl we know very well, suck him off the day before our wedding. And then with us previously having invited that same girl to our wedding, along with the rest of our families, he apparently had her suck him off again in the toilets, at the venue of our wedding reception. I should know the girl very well, because the girl is Karen my younger sister. And this all happened two and a half years ago.
    Karen has somehow now gotten herself engaged to a man she absolutely adores. She completely worships this man, and from what I believe, finds him to be her best ever lover. However over the past couple of years, where as I've kept up with the diet and exercise plan I had for my wedding, Karen has put on lots of weight. And the one thing I know about her fella, is he dislikes fat women. So much so as I've now discovered, he'll be dumping her soon. And the reason I know he'll be dumping her, is for the last three months since finding out about my sister sucking off my husband, we've been having a very horny and sordid affair.
    Meeting up most weeks, three to four times a week, we've been having a really good time fucking one another knowing we're cheating on our respective partners, having hard and dirty sex together. My sisters fiance is a fantastic lover and she's correct when she says it. The only thing is, in around a fortnights time, it'll be me moving in with him and not her.
    My husband if he likes can move Karen in with him (I doubt it though, given who owns the house) and have her suck his dick whenever they want. Because I'll be sucking on my sisters fiance's cock in the home they were going to set up together, or so she thought. And lastly because my husband isn't the brightest of men, he's always allowed me to see to our finances. And in doing so, he's made it damn easy for me to move money away so only I can now touch it. If my husband gets shirty about it all, I'll have my brother sell the house we currently reside in at the moment, because my husband and I rent it off him (Used to be my nans house, who left it to my brother when she passed away). Mind you if my brother finds out about him cheating on me with his youngest sister, I don't think my husband will be able to offer anyone his cock in future to suck, because knowing my brother as I do, he'll probably rip it off.

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    Straight Female / 31

    It was just a few months after my 15th birthday when we married; my husband was older than me and had reached the ripe old age of 31. I agreed to marry him to get away from home and out on my own. I just didnât realize the mistake I was making at the time.

    Joe had 4 brothers and 2 sisters. The girls did not get along and rarely had anything to do with each other. On the other hand, the boys often got together and when they did the redneck really flowed out. They were the most obnoxious vulgar people I had ever met.

    After almost a year of marriage, my husbandâs dad moved in with us. He was widowed and over 72 and on social security. He was really an odd type, even to look at. He always wore overalls and a little small derby type hat. Then add his thick horn rim glass with oversize lenses which all but covered most of his face, he cast a weird image.

    Now my husband was mean. He said âKeepâem well fucked and you wonât have trouble out of a womanâ. He also had a sadistic side to him and every other night like clockwork he would show it. Bedtime came the first thing he would do was pull my panties down and go after it. He didnât care about foreplay or anything else, he just wanted to get it in and get off and most of the time he did too.

    There was no need to say no, he did not know the word. Joe was well endowed and he thought what he had every woman wanted. He was almost a thick as a coke can and about 10 inches in length. He would grip and shake it then aim it at me saying âItâs coming for you babe!â

    He would snake my panties off then top me like a bull. He would push the head of it down and literally force it in. I would hold my breath and bare it despite the pain. I did not want him to think I was enjoying what he was doing; I was not. Then after he would cum, I would act as though I was having a climax so he would not question me about enjoying sex.

    Donât get me wrong. I love sex and I like it tender and easy. When he shot his load per se, he would take his fingernails, dig them deep into my back, and claw me. My back was always a pile of serious scratches. Sometimes during the sex, he would moan and whisper trashy things and call me a fucking slut and bitch.

    The old man stood right at 6â 4â and was thin as a rail. He rather looked like that banjo picker on television named string bean. One weekend all Joeâs brothers came. They brought the wives also and those girls were just about as vulgar as their husbands were. Now a womanâs mouth can be quite filthy. Still with their limited lingo of cock and balls, they added quite a mixture to the conversation.

    While I cooked, everyone sat around the kitchen table. Somehow, the conversation got to sex. Then I heard the dad brought into the conversation. He never said a word, just sat there staring at the floor, with a beer in hand. He looked so humiliated when one of the girls popped off about him not getting âpussyâ, that if he could he was too old to handle it anymore.

    Joe laughed as he said âPop hasnât had any pussy since pussy had him!â That brought a riotous roar from everybody. I pretended to be too busy to join in and moved about the kitchen getting things ready for the meal. I felt sorry for him; the old man always was the topic of their laughter and his humiliation seemed to be a game they played.

    There were times I could not help but notice under his overalls the image of his equipment. That was often and I admit I stole more than one look. Finally, one day the old man saw me looking. I was so embarrassed and quickly looked away. After several times of his sons along with their wives taunting the old man about not getting pussy or even being able to I seriously thought of fucking the old man. As quickly as the thought entered my mind, I pushed it out. Still, there were a number of times I really thought about giving him some.

    One day after my husband left for work, I finished the morning dishes while the old man had taken a shower. After awhile, all was quiet and not thinking I started to go to the bathroom. I had forgotten he had been in there and when I open the door, there he was. He had one foot in his overalls and the rest of him was nude.

    His penis just hung there, not straight down but sort of protruding out and hanging. I gasped and shut the door while apologizing. He was every bit as large as my husbandâs so I guess I now knew where Joe had inherited his manhood. When he finally dressed and came out of the bathroom the impression of his semi-erect penis was clearly visible beneath his denim overalls. I kept stealing glances at it every chance I got, but acted as if I hadnât noticed it.

    The bathroom was off the side of the hall to the main bedroom To the left was a linen closet with a full length mirror. That house was not functional at all and whoever designed it I guess had built it as a one bedroom, then later added a room off the kitchen as another bedroom.

    You entered the living room and straight in front of you was the kitchen with a wall divided that separated the two rooms. That divider was only about 4 foot tall with white posts situated equally several places along it extending to the ceiling. The kitchen was almost twice as big as the living room.

    There at the entrance to the kitchen and to the left was the hallway to our bedroom and the bathroom. Nothing was quite spectacular about our bedroom except for the pain inflicted there.
    Our dresser was against the wall and in the corner. From the edge of the bed, you could look into the mirror and see the front door behind the recliner. I moved one edge out a little further so more of the bedroom was visible.

    I used to shower and deliberately give the old man brief glances of my body. I would like drop a towel accidentally coming out of the bathroom after bathing and pretend to be embarrassed I was so clumsy.

    Several times after showering would come out of the bathroom with only a towel covering my front and walk quickly down the hall to our room. There, I stood nude in the bedroom and dressed just inside the edge of the mirror so he could get a glimpse, and several times I caught him looking and the look on his face could not hide the lust in his eye.

    From the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me from the other room. I brushed my wet hair before I dressed then took the hairbrush and brushed that thick triangular patch of pubic hair paying close attention to making it curl with my fingers. Then I would slip into my bikini panties and dress for the day. I like to think I gave him quite a show.

    One morning I went to work with Joe. He ran a garage. While I was in the office, he came in to call the parts house. After he got off the phone, he told me to go in town and pick up the part he just ordered. He told me what it was called and I left.

    When I got back, I carried the box in, unopened and gave it to him. When he opened it, he flew into a rage, slapped me, called me a âfucking bitchâ then added âyou canât do a fucking thing rightâ¦get your ass to the house!â

    I was shocked. The slap stunned me but the name-calling I was already use to. However, he made no qualms about his name-calling no matter who was around. He seemed to regale in it. About a month before his brother came over to carry me to town. It was on that trip his brother told me Joe was screwing some girl on the other side of town. I was pissed so before we got home, his brother and I fucked behind the spillway at the lake. His brother was well endowed too, but not nearly as big and it didnât hurt at all.

    I took the car and drove home, tears flowing and still seething in anger I walked in. His dad was sitting in the recliner. When I slammed the door, he glanced back, saw the tears, got up and asked what happened. I told him.

    The old man said âTurn off the television and put the radio on. Music has a way of soothing you.â He was right. I always found relief in the radio. It always seemed to raise my spirits and ease my troubles, especially if they were playing some good records.

    After about 10 minutes, a song came on and it really made me feel like dancing. However, there was no one to dance with. The old man couldnât rock and roll so I danced by myself. I just let the music take me away. Finally, one song came on. It was slow, really slow and the old man got up and said âI think I can do that one.â

    So I eased into him and he pulled me tight against his chest. We started off slow then in a bit a little more movement and I felt a leg go between mine. In a bit I felt his leg against my pubis while we swayed. I began to get a warm funny feeling between my legs.

    Then I felt something unfamiliar, something hard against my hip. When I moved I felt it again. I thought âhe has a hard-onâ. Instead of stopping the dance and pulling away I teased him each time it touched me by rubbing my pubis against his leg, while my panties became saturated, a desire to feel consumed by what was touching my hip and my body was responding and my groin ached and yearned to be filled.

    The song ended moments later. Had it lasted just a few more seconds I would have cummed. My heart beat rapidly, along with my breath. The old man stepped back and I could see the legging of his overalls had an immense protrusion pushing out under it. There was absolutely no mistake in what it was. The old man reached out, took my hand and said âCome on.â I knew exactly what he was fixing to do.

    I followed him out of the living room, through the kitchen and into the back bedroom. A dresser and mirror was on the other side of the bed. I just stood there not moving, not doing anything just watching him as he leaned forward and unbuttoned his fly. Then his hand disappeared into it and with a slight twist of his hips, he brought out his penis.

    I gasped at the sight of it then he said âWeâre going to have to hurry.â He reached for my head and pulled my face down and toward it. My lips parted as the massive head of his penis came closer and into my mouth. I had trouble getting just the head of it in and could only take about three inches yet my tongue darted around and probed it as I bobbed up and down on it.

    Finally he pulled me up and off his penis. âgotta get this doneâ he said. He was right, we would have to hurry. I unfastened my slacks and pushed them along with my panties all the way to the floor. Then I stepped out of one leg as I turned to lay back of the bed.

    Placing my hands on the edge mattress, I scooted further upon it. He held his penis in the middle as he eased between my legs. I brought them up as I opened my thighs, my eyes still fixated on his erection.

    He placed his left hand on my knee and pushed it to the side as I watched him push the head of his cock down toward my pubic hair. I felt its hot tip as it touched my click and eased it farther down. With several motions, he swirled it from my vagina to my clit and back down. He must have done this several times before finally stopping at my vagina. I was soaked and It made me ache with desire.

    I tensed up as I felt pressure against it, fully expecting pain like I always did with Joe. Instead, he swirled the head of his cock against my vagina with light pressure. There was just a small slight delicious discomfort as he slipped into me. To my shock or disbelief he continued on until I was fully impaled. I just groaned from the delightful pleasure of being so full. I had never been able to take all of Joeâs but here he was all the way in. It felt so glorious to be so full.

    The old man then hooked his arms beneath my knees, grasped my hips and tugged me slightly closer to the edge of the bed. Then he began a short hard thrust. He didnât pull out any, just pushed his pubic bone harder again my bottom. He waited a few seconds and did it again then repeated it over and over.

    I felt it with the first thrust; that something that tells you something good is on its way. After about a dozen or so thrust, I wanted more and anytime, any moment I was going to cum. I did and with the intensity I had never known. I stiffened under him and bit my tongue to keep from screaming. My vagina contracted hard and I could feel every inch of what he put in me, every muscle, every wrinkle as he continued with his short hard thrust.

    Finally he stopped and for a moment thought he had cummed. But he hadnât. He slipped out of me, and pulled me from the bed and said âturn around and lay down.â I did exactly as he said and laid face down on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor.

    He moved behind me and I watched him in the dresser mirror lower himself, felt his hard erection move between my legs and when he raised up, he slipped right back in. I was fully impaled by this wonderful tool he so expertly used. He griped my hips and asked âyou ready?â

    âYesâ I answered. He grasped my hips and began a rhythm but this time he extracted almost all the way out before slamming it back in. He increased the speed, going hard until eventually my feet were barely touched the floor. Once again I had a series of orgasms, one right after the other and having to bite my tongue to remain quiet. Several times he hit my cervix and this brought brief pain but only momentarily as the pleasure I was having far exceed it. I glanced several times at the mirror only to see him watching himself fuck me.

    Finally he stopped and extracted himself. I was soaked and wet all the way down to both my knees. He turned me over again. I scooted up on the edge of the mattress as he moved back between my thighs. His erection glistened from my juices and I watched it disappear once more beneath my pubic hair and slip easily back in me.

    Then he started again but this time it wasnât slow. Long hard fast strokes followed put me back into another orgasm. He pounded into me while the bed rocked beneath us. Then suddenly I felt him go rigid right in the middle of another of my climaxes. His penis seemed to jump inside me then I felt series after series of hard hot spurt inside me. I knew he had cummed. I rolled and twisted my hips on him, locked my legs behind him and with my legs pulled myself onto him as he groaned and gripped me harder. Believe this or not, I wasnât trying to give him a memorable fuck, I was trying to keep that feeling going I was having.

    When he finally finished he stayed in me for a minute or so, I felt that huge monster in me slowly grow smaller then he moved away. I raised up from the mattress, already trying to get my leg back in my panties and slacks. His penis hung away from his body and drops of cum continued to drip from its tip onto the floor. He gripped it in the middle and after two or three times flips of it, he eased it back into his overalls.

    I followed him out of the room and he proceeded to his recliner. I slipped into the bathroom to clean myself up. I hadnât been on the toilet long and semen still dripped from my vagina when my husband walked in the front door. I didnât rush to clean up or hide anything. I just thought you sure could learn something from your daddy.

    I fully intended to fuck the old man again at our first opportunity. Sadly it never materialized as I left my husband about two weeks later.

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