The other morning I literally Farted so hard I startled myself awake and instantly ran to the bathroom totally naked barely making it to the toilet in time because I desperately needed to go Pee. What a way to start a morning. I sat there for several minutes Farting loudly and peeing for what seemed to be a endless period of time. I work from my home office as a virtual csr so I prefer not to get dressed since there is no point in doing so because its just me. I finally finished going pee....or so I though anyway and I Farted some more while I wiped myself and walked into my kitchen still Naked to start making my coffee.
I was barely more then half awake yet and not really alert completely and not even feeling it coming, I suddenly started Peeing again down my legs onto the wood floor making a huge mess. I didn't know I even had to pee any more since I just came out of the bathroom but It was gushing down my legs so fast I was helpless to stop it. Several minutes later the coffee machine finished but I still wasn't finished peeing just yet. So I squatted down and opened my legs wide and tried to push it out but it only made Fart more and Pee even longer then I already had. Then eventually it slowed down and with a few more loud Farts it stopped. I quickly cleaned up my mess and wiped myself off then grabbed my coffee and went into my office and sat in my leather office chair to begin my work for the day.
After drinking some coffee I was finally awake and ready to start taking calls. About a couple minutes into my first call though, I was typing on the computer and trying to help a customer on the phone when I started Peeing again in my chair and all over the floor protector and the Farts started coming out again too every few seconds. Try as I might it was no use, I just could not control my flow no matter how hard I tried so I just relaxed and let it gush out noisily. I fought hard to maintain my focus while on the call but the relief of my pee gushing out while farting at the same time felt so good. I finished peeing just in time end the call and I let out one Explosively Long Fart I'd been trying to hold the whole time. The Fart came out so powerfully and loud I accidentally Pooped in my chair. I quickly cleaned up my mess and wiped myself again then went back to my office to take some more calls.
Somehow just like clockwork though, the moment my butt hit the leather chair I started Peeing again just as I answered another call. I knew I couldn't do anything about it so I just sat there and Peed loudly while on the phone with another customer for another several minutes. This pattern repeated itself pretty much my entire day. I don't think there was a single call where I didn't pee the whole time. Rather interesting day to say the least. I kind of liked it though so I decided I'm going to work naked all day every day in my home office and If I go pee then I go pee.
I can honestly say that up until it happened I would never have thought of it, suggested it, or participated in it. This is just not something a woman like myself would ever entertain.
My husband is a realtor, so he is around all over the place, from sun up to sun down. I have a job as a secretary for a VP at a bank. Our lives are totally conventional. We have three kid in junior high and high school.
I asked my boss for permission to take the afternoon off because I needed to run some personal errands, and I had to meet my daughter's teacher for a parent teacher conference later in the afternoon. I left work at lunch time and went home. I caught my husband in bed with another woman, they were naked and making love, when I walked in he was on top of her penetrating her. I screamed and he jumped off and stood there naked in front of me.
I just stood there and stared at the woman, naked with her legs a bit open, laying on my bed. Her face was so flushed from the sex, her lips were swollen, she was scared and did not move. All I could think about was what man could resist that. She was young and beautiful, with roundness and full breasts. In all my life I had never gotten horny from just looking at a naked woman.
I came too from my trance with my husband pushing me down on the bed, and stripping off my pants. I tried to resist, but he got on me and pushed my legs apart and he was penetrating me before I could say anything. The woman sat up beside me, and she and I just looked into each other's eyes while my husband proceeded to fuck me with the most vigor he had shown for the very longest time.
I heard him tell the woman to kiss me and take my shirt off, and while he pushed himself up, she took off my top and exposed my breasts, which she leaned over and took in her mouth and gave me one long hard suck and then held my nipple in her mouth with her teeth, if I tried to move away she would bite, all I could do was let her suck on my breast while my husband banged on me.
He finally came, and pushed her off of me while he ejaculated in me. He pushed off and left me on my back. He told the woman to suck the cum out of me, he wanted to see it in her mouth. It was while she was emptying me of his cum that I had the most incredible orgasm I had ever had. For the fist time in my life I literally shook, I was so sensitive down there that her mere touch was agony, and she wasn't just touching me, she was eating me and digging in my vagina with her tongue. I was exhausted and breathing hard, when I felt my husband pull her away and he went down on me until he made me orgasm again.
We lay on the bed, he was in the middle holding us both close to him, this woman I didn't know, who reached over and kissed me on the lips. All I could think about was how could a woman be so beautiful, everything about her was beautiful, and her lips were so warm and sweet and she kissed so good, it was like a fountain of pleasure as she gently kissed my lips while we rested on my husband's chest.
That afternoon was the first time I truly ever had sex, raw unabated and unrestricted sex. When my husband took her I played with her hair and repeatedly kissed her lips, I could not get enough of her lips, she moved my head down to kiss her breasts, but I wanted her lips. Her eyes became lost in a pool of tears when she reached the point of orgasm, and I was caressing her breasts when her heart began to race. I know I did not have another orgasm right then, but I may have, I just leaned into her and kissed her cheeks and her lips over and over.
Later that afternoon when I was with my daughter's teacher at school I could not concentrate, I could just hear her teacher come and go, I just could not concentrate.
My husband's friend and lover is another realtor. I wonder what I would have felt if the woman had been more ordinary and not so beautiful. I feel I am infatuated with her, the more time I can spend with her the closer we get. She is so beautiful and holding her and kissing her is just something I cannot get enough of. I just never thought I would be so taken with another woman.
My high school days have long passed, but the name Carol still ligers in my mind after so many years. She was one of the girls in my classroom I had a crush on and couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was a blue eyed sandy straight haired girl with the best looking legs in the whole school, witch was about the only body parts you could see on a girl dressed in a not so very sexy school uniform. In fact the only thing girls could get away with in school, was wearing their skirts over their knees. I don't know how many times I saw the color of the panties she was wearing. I remember her sitting across from me, propping one of her legs on the cross bar of her seat swaying her legs back and forth and flashing me. I thought she was flirting with me, till I realized she was flashing herself to other boys around me also. I still looked even when I knew she wasn't particularly interested in me. Her silky white thighs were giving me erection in class almost every day and could stop myself from looking at her. It was pretty obvious she was doing it intentionally and enjoyed boys talking about her as a slut and easy lay. I'll never forget seeing her at the pre-Christmas vacation party dressed in braless tank top, high heels and skirt so short you could almost see he panties. Her staying at the party flirting with boys when other girls had already left, meant she was hoping for something to happen. What began as normal teen horse play, ended up sexual in a room with her. None of her girlfriends were there or any adults either, so Carol went willingly into a back room with me and four other boys. She never struggled about horny boys taking her top off and sucking her tits, while I looked at her small thong with her skirt hiked up to her belly button. I knew I was going to see more of her when a boy rush over to lock the door. I got such a hard on when her thong came off and saw her pink pussy with boys holding her legs spread apart. Carol was already moaning with excitement having her pussy licked and think she was having and orgasm. Of course seeing naked boys ready to use their hard dicks on her, she had to tell them to not cum inside her. Well at least we all had our turn sucking her pussy and personally got a taste of her. I still remember how pink a wet her pussy was and how good she tasted. I was scared she would later say we forced her, but that never happed. I never thought I'd be looking at her sexy legs and all the way up to her wonderful gaping pussy and much less driving my tongue into her soaked pussy. At least none of us had to masturbate ourselves that day, because she sure gave good blow jobs.
I am a married man who recently has become bored with "normal" sex. I find that to be truly satisfied, I have to do it for my self, while masturbating. I almost always do it in the bath tub. I take long baths that give me plenty of time and do not raise suspicion.
I have been inserting things into my ass for a long time, sometimes really large things. I love the feel of my ass stretching. I use shampoo bottles, large ones. I like to rub my prostate to make myself cum. Then I eat it, I actually love the taste.
Lately, I started to pee on my own face. I haven't got the nerve to open my mouth yet, but I'm going to soon.
We recently discovered my long term girlfriend is bisexual, I'm not sure weather to let her experiment this side or not, if I did I guess I woulc feel betrayed but when I use my imagination it's so hot.
Please don't judge me from this post of my experience. Anyways I was 8 years old when this happened.I went to sleep one night and was woken up by a dream and a wet bed.I know I would be grounded cause I didn't not pee the bed for years.I tried to clean it up the best I could when I got hit with a p**p pain.so I hurried to the bathroom just in time before I po*ped my pee soaked underwear.after I p**ped I through my bed sheets in the washer and continued to sleep. The next morning I got grounded and chewed out for my accident.well later on that day I tried to think of why I had an accident out of nowhere.then it hit me,i barely remember having a dream.I was playing my video games when I started trying to remrmber part of the dream.I remember me sitting on the edge of a huge toilet with my underwear on.then I remember a warm and tight feeling that got tighter before I woke up.I put two and two together and found out I was wetting my underwear in my dream which I guess made me do it in real life!.so I figured that out but couldn't figure why I had to p#op real bad in the middle of the night.so a couple of months went by and I had basically the same dream but instead of wetting my underwear I had a skidmark from a tu*d trying to come out in my sleep! Then it hit me again,that tightness I was feeling was me trying to p**p in my underwear in the dream!so I got out of bed and threw the dirty underwear away and finished po**ing.so I was curious at this point thinking to myself "I wonder what its actually like to p**p in my underwear?" After that thought I had a strange feeling in my belly like butterflies or nervousness.I ignored it and went back to sleep.the next morning I couldn't get that thought of out my head time my parents said they were going to the grocery store and will be back in a couple hours.I told myself here's the chance to know what it feels like.I had a p#op pain for a couple of hours prior to this moment.so as soon as they left I went into my bedroom and got a old pair of underwear out and slid them on.I grabbed a towel and got a full length mirror from the spare bedroom and put it in mine.the butterflies was really kicking in now.my heart started beating fast and I had to p**p fast!. So I stand infront of the mirror looking at myself like"I'm really about to do this".I bit my lip and turned backwards so I could see my butt and face.I took a deep breath and pushed.to my disapointment only p*e came out soaking my underwear.I kept pushing and nothing came out.so I decided I would try and sit like I was in my dream on the toilet.I bent my legs and put my hands on my knees.I took another deep breath and push.this time I watched as the head of my t%rd pushed out meeting my underwear and began to tighten them. I push again as the tu*d tented out my very tight feeling underwear a good 5 inches out! I was now feeling like I was in the dream all peaceful and safe.I fthen snapped back into reality and continued to see my underwear sticking out.I then reached behind me and felt the tip of my t*rd.it felt weird but yet so right! I still felt like I had more p**p in me.so I barred down and pushed as I watch the tur* break in half and the rest of my p**op smash it into.I watched as my p*op bul*e grew to the size of a melon! It was huge! I felt the aftermath and about passed out in shock and I guess a org*&& at that young of age?. After I was completely empty and underwear full to compacity I toom them off and dumped the contents I. The toilet and flushed it,then through my underwear in the bottom of the trash so no one could see them.I jumped in the shower just in time before my parents came home and got everything cleaned up as soon as they came tbrough the door. Now that was the first and last time I ever did that. I don't think I could bring myself to do that again.specially at the age of 22 now.lol although anything could happen ya know.someone could inspire me or a girl could want me to do so or whatever.anyways I hope you all like my experience and give great feedback on it n te all your friends:) maybe even convince me to try again sometime;) thanks!!:) xoxo6
Im a single dad with threee teenage daughters. I got home late from work and found the house was a mess.
I woke them up and tryed to stay calm. So I didnt yell at all. Had them all get out of bed and I had a good talk with them.
While im talking im can see their panties through tshirts. I said dont ask any questions. Do w ghost at I say. Told my daughters to take off tshirts and panties. They were a little scared at first.
I have 3 bar stools I made them sit on with their legs wide open so I can lick some pussy. Started with the youngest . She is 12 has a really sweet wet little pussy. I made her piss in mouth while I sucked on her clit.
Next one is15. She loves my tounge inside her she always cums easy. Then my oldest is 17. I eat her out and then she goes for a long hard ride on me while her sisters watch.
So tight and wet. I bang her for hours. When I get ready to cum she just goes down deeper and takes my load in her pussy.
I love my kids.
It all started whenever I was young, too young to be believed. My parents were gone, My dad was at work, and my mother had decided to go out garage selling. I was bored out of my mind and was playing with the Pomeranian. It had ran into my mothers room and darted under the bed. I gave chase, jumped down on my hands and knees and peered under the bed to find the dog, but while down there had come across what I thought at first was a flashlight, it was long and had a button on the end of it. I grabbed it thinking I could see better under the bed, and quickly noticed there was no light on the end of the stick, it was just a round tube with a rounded end. It even had a texture to it for extra grip I thought at the time.
Still trying to figure out what the heck I just found, I pushed the button, and the thing started buzzing. I knew instantly at that point what it was, because my dad had a big massager that he used after a hard work day on his back. I jumped up on my mothers bed, and started trying to massage my body, I don't know why I did it, but I instinctively wondered what it would feel like on a more sensitive area, so I moved the long pink object down between my legs while my panties were still on. It tingled at first, but after a brief time, everything down there started getting warmer, and I could feel a convulsion of muscles deep up inside my pussy area. It felt strange at first, but then picked up a rythmic beat and the pulsing became stronger and stronger until finally something magic happened. My body started convulsing, I started making sounds that were out of my control, and my whole body balled up, but I didn't want to remove the vibrator because it was so incredible.
It was a magical feeling, I felt as if I knew something that no one else in the world knew about. So I started to repeat the behavior, over and over again. Then about 5 years later I was cleaning out the garage and came across a box of my dads that was marked college stuff. By this time every teenage girl wants to know what her father was doing in college. I opened the box and there was all sorts of drawings, and text books, notebooks, and at the very bottom of the box whenever I had almost given up, I came across my very first pornographic magazine. My heart raced by what I saw on the cover, and I could feel the wetness and heat come over me. It wasn't the images really, but the fact that they were taboo, forbidden, and hidden in some box in the garage. I pretended like nothing had happened, and once again waited for my parents to leave the house.
This time I remember clearly, I peaked out the sheer curtains in my room and watched my parents car leave the drive way. This time they would be gone over night. My pulse raced and so did I, straight for the box in the garage, and scrambled for the dirty magazine. I ran straight to my mothers room and dove for the spot under the bed, but the vibrator was gone! What the hell! Did she take it with her? I was so let down, and so pissed off that I was being denied any satisfaction. I quickly thought to myself, there has to be something else in this room, and started looking. Pulling out drawers, opening up boxes, going into their closet which I had never done. It was then that I found it! While digging through my mothers shoes, and removing all the shoe boxes, I grabbed this large black object with a cord and some sort of dial control attached to it. I grabbed it by the chord and tugged on it, and out came this thing, still to this day I don't know what you call it. It was flat on the bottom, but arched like a saddle on top, it was made of leather, and in the middle of the saddle was a shaft looking object that looked nothing like a flashlight. It was funny shaped, and looked organic, like it had veins and stuff but it was made of rubber.
I immediately plugged the object into the wall, and the vibrator in the middle of the saddle started vibrating, and spinning while slightly moving up and down all at the same time. I turned the dial on the chord and it would speed up, or slow down. I pushed a button that said head, and it started getting warm! I instantly tried to do the same old routine of pushing my panties up against the object, but it was moving around too much and it was awkward for me to stand with my legs spread at the right height to keep from impaling myself on the object. I was stumped and sat on the bed, and looked over at the dirty magazine. I opened the page and had seen something that I will never forget to this day. I saw two women having sex. That's not the strange part, one of the women had a penis! Not a strapon, but this beautiful woman had a penis like a man would have. I didn't know women could even have penises! I immediately got wet between my legs just looking at it, and then decided that if I was going to have what I know now to be an orgasm, I would have to put the penis on the vibrating saddle inside me.
It was my first time, so I turned the vibrating part of the saddle off for a bit. I pulled off my panties and maneuvered over the top of the vibrator part. I squatted down, and pushed against the object a few times, but could not get it inserted. It was my very first time, and the alignment was off a bit which I didn't really get at the time. I took my hand, reached down between my legs, grabbed the tip of the vibrator, and lined it up with my wet pussy. I then took my two fingers and moved my lips open, and at the same time slid downward. It was awkward at first. I got the very tip in, and turned on the vibrator and it rotated out. I tried again, only a little deeper this time, I could feel it pushing inside me and meeting resistance, so I stopped once again. I turned it on and it started spinning, vibrating, and pumping in and out of my pussy. It was deep enough not to fall out, but it was uncomfortable and felt too large. I then remembered what I had learned in gymnastics while doing stretching, that sometimes you have to push yourself in order to be able to do the splits. I then started putting a little weight downward onto the object, then I felt something inside give way, and I slid down much much further on the object. It was painful and felt good at the same time, but I wasn't going to stop now until I had reached an orgasm.
I sat down on the saddle and could feel the object buried deep inside me. For a minute I thought about my mother riding the same exact toy, and how I never thought she was the type to own something like this, and felt a little dirty riding the same sex toy which had already been in my mothers pussy also. I was determined though and I wasn't stopping now. I was sitting on the saddle, and it was facing my parents bed, and on the bed was the magazine opened up to the page of the woman with a dick pounding the other woman. I'm getting wet this very minute still to this day thinking about it. It wasn't long before I came, and came hard, I was stuck on this thing, and convulsing back so much that I couldn't find the control, I leaned forward while climaxing over and over again, physically I was spent, and I couldn't reach the control, but I managed to reach over and yank the chord out of the wall.
After all was said and done, I got up and there was a fair amount of blood all over this device. I was scared and confused, and thought I had injured myself. I would later come to understand that I gave my virginity to my mothers vibrating saddle while looking at a beautiful transsexual fuck a woman. It was so erotic, and so intense. It is something I will never forget. After which I became obsessed with wanting and fantasizing about being that woman I saw getting fucked by a transsexual.
That's when my sexual deviant life started. Something inside me wanted to be with transsexuals. I of coarse at later points in my life had seen men, and had even had sex once with one, but it was uncomfortable, and I found him and his awkward hairy naked, hairy ass, very unattractive. Transsexuals are smooth, soft, and beautiful to look at.
Anyway that same summer It all started, I had started reading more and more about sex, transsexuals, even going to the library and looking up medical books on the subject, only to find out that every one of them started out as a man. So in my small world and my teenage way of thinking I figured I needed to find a boy my age who I could groom to be my sex goddess with a dick. I know this sounds strange, but you have to understand that I was a teenage girl going through puberty, growing breasts, feeling all of those hormones, and craving to be with something that I could not find in my world. I was the creative type anyway, artistic, into drama, and great at putting on a show.
So as I set out on my quest for my new companion. I was constantly looking for a very beautiful teenage boy who I could nudge, and mold into what I wanted. I found this one day while walking past the band room. His name was Bret. He was about 5 '9 had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was very slender in build. I immediately started my flirting and flirting turned into talking on the phone, and talking on the phone turned into showing up at my house while my parents were gone. I told him that he should come over to my house for a swim in the back yard, and he showed up at my front door right on time. If he had only known what my true motives were, he would have run. Hell I didn't even know my true motives at the time, I was really just making it up as I went along. We soon found ourselves after a very awkward greeting time, in the back yard, and in our pool. We were swimming around, and I kept swimming around him, intentionally bumping up against him, until finally we were holding on to one another in the middle of the pool. My eyes looked up as passionately as I could muster at that age, and my mouth opened slightly so that he could feel my breath. It worked and before I knew it we were kissing.
This went on like every normal relationship for some time. He was finally at a point where he was begging me to have sex, and I kept making him jump from one hoop to another in order to achieve what he wanted. I had no idea the power that I had over him at that point. First I told him that I didn't like hairy legs, then I told him that I liked guys with longer hair which he let grow, I even convinced him to let me pierce his ears. Both of them!
Well I have to go, so from here on out, you will have to use your imagination, to hit the high spots, we did end up having sex, after I did his makeup, and confessed to him how much it turned me on.
In the end, we had lots of sex, we ended up dating through college, he ended up on female hormones, grew some pretty awesome breasts, much larger than mine, and we split up not because of any sex issues, but because of personality differences. He still to this day has tits, and dates girls so I guess he wasn't too bad off.
I ended up finding the right transsexual for myself, and all ended ok in the end. We ended up married.
I guess in a way I think of him as a beautiful sexy male, after all, he has a dick and cums in me all the time. He is sterile, but that's ok because we don't have to use birth control. To me we are just the couple I wanted to be all along.
For years my husband wanted to see me pissing standing up . Seem like every time I was in the bathroom he was there he keep after me to do it . Then one day he went to the bathroom I hurry up and strip and walk in on him sitting taken a crap. I told him open his legs Im going to show you how my aim is. Well , I just let it go and went all over him . He never ask again an made him clean up.
It was just kind of a lazy day with not much going on the other day. And when I got up I had nothing interesting to do and I had to Pee so desperately I accidentally lost control of my bladder and peed all over my wood floor in my room. After cleaning up my mess, I had to Pee again suddenly so I ran to the bathroom and barely made it in time before it started coming out, luckily in the toilet this time. It seemed so much easier to just sit around Naked all day and not bother getting dressed because it certainly made peeing a lot easier when I had to go and I had nowhere to be that day so I just never got dressed and enjoyed being totally Naked all day. I got online for a while and without even feeling it coming, I started Peeing loudly into my leather office chair and all over the floor making a huge puddle. I peed for at least 3 to 5 minutes straight before I finished with a LOUD FART and nearly pooping myself.
I wiped myself and began cleaning up my mess on the chair and the floor. Just before I was done I squatted down to reach the last of it when I suddenly started going Pee again all over myself. I knew I couldn't hold it so I had to just relax and Pee until it was finished. Finally I Farted again and wiped myself then got back to cleaning up my mess again. I managed to get it done this time and just as I put the cleaning stuff away I ran to the bathroom and sat down to go Pee again for another few minutes.
When I was done, I decided to give one of my friends a call since I was bored and had nothing to do. So we start chatting about nothing important and next I thing I knew I had to Pee so badly again I couldn't hold it and lost control of my bladder again, Peeing down my legs onto the wood floor in my kitchen while I was on the phone. There was nothing I could do to control it so I just squatted down with my legs spread I Peed continuously for what seemed like forever, it just kept on coming out faster and harder while I talked on the phone. I was watching the time and to my surprise it had been my longest pee all day long and yet there seemed to be no end to it.
Finally it slowed down and stopped eventually. I cleaned up mess while I was still on the phone and got it done just in time to run back to the bathroom and go Pee again just a few minutes later. Of the 2 hours I spent on the phone with my friend I spent more then 3/4 of that time Peeing and cleaning up my messes. It was a strange day to say the least.