Did you ever have a role model in life, someone you look up to, and who makes you jealous?

I did.

In hs, I had this friend, popular blonde, very beautiful, and she was my best friend, and still is, to this day, but she is not the one - her older sister. Also a blonde, very beautiful, but since she is two years older than us, I always wanted to be like her, to attract men she does, to dress the way she does, act and conduct myself, like she does.

I wanted to be her.

By all objective standards, I do look good, some would argue very good, but I always felt that I came too short, comparing to her.

All this, pretty much ruined my sex life. My bfs were all, not good enough, since I couldn't imagine that she would be with them. Later on in life, all this is responsible for thousands of dollars, I left to my therapist, trying to get rid of this infatuation with her.

First stupid thing I did, was to have sex with her college bf. We had sex in his car. She somehow found out about his affair, and dumped him. I was 100% sure she knew it was me, but no, he actually had no idea that we were friends.

While we did it, I felt like her, and it gave me the best orgasm in my life.

After that, since, you figured out by now that we stayed close after hs and college (I was a maid of honor on her sister's wedding), she started dating this big guy, and it looked pretty serious. But men will be men, and after just a few signs I threw his way, he made his advance. We had sex for over a year. That was a great time, and the sex was amazing, once again. We did everything, anal, dress up, role play, everything. But, the catch was, that after a year or so, he told me he wants to leave her, for me.

That was the best feeling in the world, but... I panicked, and just cut any ties with him. Once again, I thought she will find out. No, he just left her, without any explanation.

That is the point in which I started therapy, and after some while, managed to distance myself from all that craziness. In the mean time, she met a man she later married.

I evaded her, and everything around her, until their wedding day. He was dreamy - tall, handsome, successful.

That day, I hooked up with the best man, just because he was his best friend, and it turned into a relationship.

For seven years, I was with this man, and I was thinking of another. That sent me into a spiral of sexual deviance (I am here, am I), and fantasy. Since he was his best friend, and I was a good friend of hers, we started spending lots of time together. I didn't wanna do anything, not even try - special thanks to my therapist - but it was just pouring out of me. We would go to vacations together, and I would, for instance ,sunbathe topless, in front of them, even though I never did that before. I would wait for the right moment, to ask him, when we were left alone, to rub in some sunscreen on me. Besides vacation, I would do similar stuff, just to point his attention towards me. He didn't even look at me, I was totally uninteresting to him.

After our evenings together, we would go home and have the greatest sex ever, all because I was thinking of him, while being with my bf. After a while, I even introduced a dildo in our sex, I was riding it, while sucking him off, or sucking it, while my bf fucked me, imagining that he was with us.

Somewhere along the way, in therapy, we realized that I have shifted my obsession from her, to him, fully. I started detesting her, hating her, with all the bad things going through my mind.

Then, one evening, he told all of us that he has some problems at work, and that he can't find a trustworthy assistant. Without thinking, I offered myself. Everyone loved the idea - who can he trust, if not one of his wife's closest friends.

Maybe a month after I started working for him, I dumped my bf. It was just me and him, all day long, my time is coming.

Only it didn't. I did all I could, wearing a short skirt, showing a glimpse of garters, only to be warned that I must dress more formally. Same happened with wearing no bra on a white shirt - not professional. I gave my best, but he just wasn't interested.

This went on for years, and years, and my sex life was non existent, residing on the web of fantasies, I was living off.

I met a man, from a nearby town, with whom I started having casual sex, and, I ended up pregnant. I found out early, two weeks in. Told him, and he asked me to move in with him, asking me to marry him. I said yes, without thinking, but after further insight by my therapist, we all agreed, it was the only way for me to heal, and that that would be possible only if I go as far as possible, and cut all of them out of my life.

I have announced the news to them, gave in my two weeks notice, and they were both happy for me. She asked me to promise that we won't become strangers, and that we will visit each other.

The last day in the office, he stayed late, so did I. When I entered his office, he was surprised that I haven't left sooner, and I said something like "not without saying goodbye".

He stood up to hug me, and I kissed him. He backed off, surprised, but when I tried it again, he did the same.

Couldn't beleive it! After all the bending over, teasing, unbuttoned shirts, he didn't even get it. I grabbed his crotch, and he was hard as hell, so I just got on my knees, and started unbuttoning him. I didn't plan on kissing him, it just happened, but this, in my crazy logic, I wanted to leave him no choice, because, what man would refuse that from a beautiful woman.

He was holding one of my hands, but I put his cock in my mouth. He said something like, "no, please", but then I started thrusting hard, swallowing it all. At that point he gave in, and enjoyed.

I was so wet, I thought I would leave a puddle on the floor. It was surreal. When he came in my mouth, I swear to God, I came, handsfree, fully dressed.

He looked like he got tossed around by a hurricane.

"What a hell was this?"he finally asked.
"Nothing you should worry about, I am moving and getting married."

And that was the end of it. Two days later, we moved, and I never saw them again. It has been more than five years. She called me a couple of times, but I didn't answer, and after a while she got the message.

I have healed. This confession is kind of a burden dumping, since I can't tell this to anyone else, except my new therapist. I still have leftovers from that life, I visit this place, and there is a dildo in our bed room, but his face is not there any more.

I understand that this can be a bit overwhelming, but it is what it is. You can judge me, I get that, many poor choices are behind me, but are we even human, if we have none of those.

Ugh enough of the fucking bestiality on this site. Every time you load a page you see some sick cunt getting fucked by a dogs red rocket. What the fuck is wrong with you animal abusing fucktards? Do you people really get off on that shit? Fucking disgusting. I'm hardly a moralfag but jesus christ is it getting old seeing some 50 year old hillbilly sucking on some dog cock. Get a human cock or a dildo for fucks sake. You fucking weirdos are on some ole creepy shit fucking with animals. GTFO.

I found a human bone at ground zero back in 2001 and i use it as a dildo while watchin old CNN footage of the twin towers.

Hello fellow motherless fans earlier I had the most fanastic sex with my mother in law which to be honest happened so unexpectly I can still barely belive it myself. It started as a normal sunday which if I am not working my wife and me usually go to my in laws for dinner.Anyway long story shortened when we arrived my father in law was outside tended to his garden so after quick hello we went inside but saw no sign of wife's mum.After making a cup of tea for me my wife said she was going down to the shops for a nosey about and figured her mum must be doing the same so off she went.After 10 minutes or so I had finished my tea and needed the toilet so wandered upstairs to the Bathroom.While sitting there I could hear a steady knockng on the side wall which backed onto wife's parents bedroom and thinking I was only person in the house thought it might be a house-breaker so quietly crept out off bathroom to go and check it out.Now the majority of you may say this is BS but I am being honest here.I crept over towards their bedroom and will admit I was shitting myself with fear wondering who it was and would I get hurt and thinking of sloping off and hiding but decided to man-up and check it out so went to the door and listened.At first I was puzzled could still hear the knocking but it was mixed with little sighs and slurping sounds so got closer and peered though the keyhole.Now damn what I saw really took me by surprise looking in i could see reflected on dresser drawer mirror my Mother in law lieing on the bed reliveing herself with a dildo and belive me it was a shock.Right my mother in law Her name is Mary she is now 62 year old but has looked after herself well and has a body women 20 years younger would kill for and stll has her natural red hair colour only dyes few small grey bits but I can live with that.For the 10 years I have been with my wife (dating and married) I have lusted after her mum but never would have done anything about it as (a) Mary is a devout Roman Catholic and (b) age diffrence and fact I was with her daughter so lusted from afar.So back to earlier I was spying on her lying there plunging a dildo into her pussy and before I knew what I was doing I had my cock out and was jerking away when I must off made a noise as she stopped and called out her hubby's name so I knelt there without a movement and fuck did;nt she get up and before I could get away barely managed to get my cock back in my trousers she had opened the door.Now at this point I could'nt think what to say but she was more surprised then me so when she asked what I was doing I told her the truth thought their was a house -breaker and how my wife was down town expectin to run into her. At this she seemed a bit more relived and said she had'nt expected us as she thouht I was working then it clicked with her I was kneeling on the floor and she started to panic again and asked if i had saw anything though the keyhole and at first I was going to say no but as I was feeling like a dick being caught and wanting to turn the tables I just said fuck it to myself and told her what I had seen.Firstly she went blushed and started to freak out a bit and went into hyper explaining mode going on how Finn her hubby had'nt made love to her for over 15 years when he had a stroke and saying sorry over and over for her behaviour.Now at this I told her not to be silly and that she was still human with needs and she started to settle down so I chanced my arm and suggested that maybe I could help her out and at first she said no but the one that worked was I told her that when my wifes on her period I am getting more tempted to cheat during that time and at least if we helped each other she would know I was'nt putting it to any old slapper and she would get her urges sated.Bingo it worked so we went into the bedroom and I pulled open her dressing gown and as she still naked from before pulled it off and lifted and threw her on the bed.Next I put my head between her legs and started to lick and nibble her pussy lips and no joke she had a tasty set of pissflaps on her only problem was the big ginger/grey bush surrouding her cunt but I worked that cunt for a while and as my cock ready to go I worked my trosers off and mounted her and pushed/slid my cock into that cunt and began to pump her pity I only lasted a few minutes as I was horned up and her pussy was a nice fit and I swear I could almost feel every bump and ridge inside it so I came and she said she was happy with our session so we got up and dressed and east of day was as normal only diff was when we got a moment later together we agreed to at least monthly fucks to benifit each other so roll on next vist

I confess i love incest story's.

Darcy And Dad

Mom had lost her battle with breast cancer five years earlier. Dad was still experiencing grief and seemed to be having difficulty adjusting to life as a widower. After all, they had been happily married for 25 years, having met as teenagers. Essentially their adult life together was the only one that either of them had ever known.

Watching dad struggle emotionally through the months and years following mom�s passing was heartbreaking. Dad remained in my parents� home out in the country. It was certainly more of a house than he needed now, but he said there was a connection there that he just couldn�t sever.

I wanted to be more supportive of dad during that awful time, but I was engulfed in my own tumultuous life, having recently ended a two year relationship with my boyfriend after catching him in bed with our neighbor! So after throwing his cheating ass out I had to face the realization that I simply couldn�t afford to stay in that apartment alone. I was not interested in a roommate and I was really at my wit�s end. What was I to do?

Dad had helped me financially a few times in the past and I�m sure he would have helped me again had I asked. But honestly, I realized that his cash would provide only a short term fix and in my heart I knew that I needed to make a major lifestyle change. That�s when the idea came to me� �Maybe I can move back home with daddy.�

�NO WAY! Stop it Darcy! You�re 27 years old now. You have your own life and you cannot go back home and live with daddy,� said the voice in my head. And although I knew that to be true, I still couldn�t ignore the prospect of how financially advantageous it would be for me, not to mention how helpful I could be to dad around the house. I gave it serious thought for the next few days and eventually decided to run the idea past dad.

So later that week one evening after dad got home from work I stopped by for a visit. He seemed puzzled that I was there on a weeknight but appeared happy to see me. I was a bit nervous and didn�t quite know how to begin my presentation. So after fumbling around looking for the right words I finally just blurted it out, �Dad, can I move back home?�

Dad replied, �Darcy, what happened between you and Doug?

�I caught him in our bed with Melinda, the slut in the adjoining apartment, so I threw his ass out and I am all done with him now and there�s no way I can afford that apartment on my own,� I exclaimed, now sporting some huge alligator tears.

Dad said, �Well sure honey, you can have your old room back. How long do you anticipate needing it?�

�I�m not really sure dad. I�m just trying to regroup right now and formulate a feasible plan. I don�t want to get into financial trouble and my thinking was that you would also benefit from me moving back as well. I can help you with cooking, cleaning, household chores, and just about anything else that you need done. I can kind of be a replacement for mom, well� I mean, I�m sorry� I didn�t mean to imply that I can ever replace mom� I just meant��

Dad quickly interjected, �That�s alright honey, I know exactly what you mean. Don�t sweat it. I understand perfectly. No need to apologize. It�s been hard on all of us. Let�s just concentrate now on getting your life put back together.�

�Thanks dad, I love you so much, thank you a thousand times,� I said, as I hugged dad and kissed him on his forehead.

That next Saturday I rented a small truck and commandeered a few guys that I work with and we got all my stuff out of the apartment and over to my dad�s house. It took the entire day and by midnight I was exhausted. I told dad that I was going to grab a shower, go to bed, and I�d finish unpacking tomorrow. He agreed that it had been a long day and he then retrieved some clean bath towels out of the linen closet for me. I took my shower and quickly fell asleep.

Upon awakening Sunday morning dad had cooked a huge breakfast for us. I thought that was so sweet of him. He said that it was nice to have someone to sit at the table and speak with and how he so missed doing that with mom. I grabbed his hand and said, �Well dad, you have me here now and things are going to be much better for you.�

After breakfast I immediately went back to work unpacking and getting settled in. Dad walked into my room and asked if there was anything that he could help me with. I told him that I pretty much had everything under control� And no sooner did I say that did a large box that was sitting on the edge of the bed fall over and its contents spill onto the floor. Now there lay at my dad�s feet a ten inch purple dildo� And to make matters worse, the impact of it hitting the ground somehow triggered it into the on position! So there I sit on the edge of the bed, totally mortified, watching this vibrating donkey dick bounce around on the hardwood floor right smack in front of us! I was so humiliated.

I said, �Oh my God, I am so sorry, dad.�

Then dad said, �Sorry for what, being human? Don�t sweat it. Just turn it off now before you kill the battery!� He then chuckled as he left the room.

Wow� I didn�t realize that my dad could be so hip. I mean, he was my father and I really never had the occasion to discuss anything sexual with him as I was growing up. But today, for the first time ever I got to see a different side of him. Dad wasn�t just a parent figure anymore� I saw him now as a man, an equal, even a sexual being! I began to feel an immediate closeness with dad that had been absent before. I felt like I connected with him in some special way that morning and that we could now be good friends and discuss anything together. It was definitely a new and strangely exciting feeling.

It took most of Sunday to get everything put away and make my room livable. Dad was on the riding lawn mower and nightfall was fast approaching. I went outside and asked him if he�d like to have a pizza delivered for dinner since it was getting kind of late to start cooking a meal. He said, �Sure honey, that sounds great to me. Go into my room and take the Visa card from my wallet and call in the order.�

So I go back inside and enter dad�s bedroom but didn�t see his wallet anywhere. I opened his top dresser drawer thinking he might keep it in there. Well, I didn�t find his wallet but much to my surprise I did find a stack of the most hardcore porno magazines I�d ever seen in my life. Holy shit, I didn�t know my dad looked at this stuff! And as if that wasn�t enough, I came across a bottle of personal lubricant. Oh my God, my dad has been jerking off to dirty pictures! I felt so ashamed and embarrassed from what I had discovered, yet equally excited. The thought of my dad jerking off somehow gave me a sensual rush and I felt my vagina becoming moist. My God, this isn�t happening, I thought. How can I be getting aroused over my own father?

Just then my dad appeared in the doorway. I was caught red handed! I had one of the magazines opened to the centerfold picture and the bottle of personal lubricant sitting in my lap. There was no way out of this one and I was sure dad was going to be really pissed at me for invading his privacy.

I began to explain how I was looking for his wallet but dad quickly interrupted me and said, �Now Darcy, listen to me. If you�re going to be living under my roof you�re going to have to play by my rules.�

Oh boy, I felt like I really blew it now and that he was going to let me have it big time.

Dad continued, �In this house I do certain things - private things - that you may or may not condone. But the fact of the matter is, since your mom passed on five years ago I have not been with a woman. Men have certain needs and so I choose to satisfy those needs myself, in private. It�s just something I must do to maintain my sexual sanity and if...�

Then I interrupted, �Oh daddy, of course I understand. I�m an adult and a woman of the world. I know all about masturbation and the male libido. I didn�t just crawl out from under a rock. I am just so sorry for rummaging through your stuff. I truly was only looking for your wallet. And as for these personal items, I don�t have a problem with any of them, seriously. I mean, now that Doug and I have split I�ll probably have to do the same thing for awhile!�

Dad jokingly replied, �Yea, unless you keep dropping your new partner on the floor!�

Dad then opened a different drawer, retrieved his wallet and called in the pizza order. He then said he was going to take a shower and asked if I could keep an ear out for the pizza guy. I told him I would and then retreated to my room.

I was still somewhat distracted by the mental image of my dad jerking off to those dirty magazines. The thought of it was exhilarating to me and for however wrong that was, it felt just as right. I could feel my vagina continuing to moisten and I knew that I�d have to relieve my sexual tension soon.

With dad in the shower and the pizza still 30 minutes away I thought there would be no better time than now. So I shut my bedroom door, got my dildo, removed all my clothes, laid on my bed, closed my eyes, and entered my new fantasyland.

My clitoris was extremely sensitive and I felt a strange tingling deep inside my vagina. I was clearly aroused far beyond where Doug had ever taken me before. It had to be the new environment, the risk of getting caught by my dad, and the image of him masturbating that had me so supercharged. Whatever it was, I wanted to embrace it. These newfound sensations consumed me and I was rendered powerless by them.

Clitoral stimulation alone had always given me a decent orgasm. But today I wanted penetration too. I was wild with excitement and began having images of my dad being inside me, holding me, satisfying my every desire, loving me in the way that he always loved mom. The thought of that was a real turn on so I inserted the dildo deep into my vagina and began ramming my g-spot, closed my eyes and imagined it was dad inside me. I continued to work my clit and fondle my breasts with the other hand, going back and forth between the two.

My orgasm was building like a fierce volcano that was nearing eruption. This was going to be a real powerhouse of a release. I could feel it coming and I couldn�t stop it. I moaned as my body wrenched with delight, one contraction after another, delivering a sexual release like I had never experienced before. My vagina gushed with cum as it pooled on the sheet at my butt. The orgasm must have lasted for several minutes. It was ecstasy and I didn�t want it to end.

But then the doorbell rang. It was the pizza guy! Dad was surprisingly already out of the shower and dressed so he dealt with that. I guess I�d lost track of time. So I quickly went into my bathroom, washed up a bit and put on some clean panties. Dad knocked on my bedroom door to tell me that dinner is served. I told him that I�d be right out.

We sat at the dining room table and dug into our pizza. It was loaded with toppings and extra cheese. It was definitely the pizza to die for!

But dad had just two pieces and said, �Well, that�s it for me.�

I said, �What? Two pieces and you�re calling it quits?�

He jokingly replied, �Hey, I need to watch my cute little figure!�

Actually I shouldn�t have been surprised. Dad had become somewhat of a health fanatic ever since mom got sick and died. He lost a lot of weight and still exercises at the local gym faithfully three nights a week after work.

Dad�s really done a nice job of toning up his body over the past few years. Even now in his mid-forties he�s really somewhat of a stud muffin! And for the life of me I can�t understand why some woman hasn�t already snagged him.

But in a selfish kind of way I�m glad that no one has. I think I�d be insanely jealous of any woman that got in between me and daddy now. I know that sounds very possessive, but I want daddy all for myself now and I�ll do anything to keep it that way. Anything!

So the weekend was coming to a close and bedtime was fast upon us. Dad said goodnight and went to his room and I said goodnight and went to my room.

But after laying there for a few minutes I suddenly remembered that dad recently had a mechanical timer installed on his hot water tank to save on electricity and I had no clue how to set it. I�d be up and in the shower an hour before dad the next morning and I wanted to make sure that I�d have hot water.

So I got back out of bed and walked across the house to dad�s room but noticed that his bedroom door was closed. I was getting ready to knock when I heard dad talking to someone. His voice sounded kind of weird though. I didn�t want to eavesdrop but my curiosity really got the best of me. I placed my ear gently up to his door and listened.

Oh my God, I think he was jerking off! I was hearing some moaning and I swear I even heard my name a few times� �Darcy, Oh Darcy� You are so much like your mom and I love you so much.�

That was it! Dad was fantasizing about me while he was jerking off! I felt so honored and powerful and again I began to tremble with excitement as I became sexually aroused. I wanted so much to just go in there and confront him and let our natural feelings and desires take over. I felt such love for my daddy and I just knew that he must have been feeling the same for me at that moment.

There I stood on the outside of his door in my sexy, short baby doll pajamas. My hand went for the door knob. I didn�t know if I could stop myself at this point. I was not thinking rationally. I wanted my daddy so badly at that moment that I would risk anything to have him. Once again I could feel my vagina oozing with juice. It was now or never.

I slowly turned the doorknob and quietly opened the door. Upon entering I saw my dad laying in his bed completely nude on his back and his beautiful hard dick sticking straight up in the air as he slid his hand over it, stroking so slowly up and down. He was still moaning and hadn�t yet noticed me.

I slowly inched my way into his view and the second he saw me he immediately rolled over onto his side and attempted to pull the sheet over him. He was obviously startled and his first reflex was to hide from me what he was doing. I understood that. But I also knew that I needed to seize the moment if I stood any chance at all of making this happen. And I so wanted it to happen. I wanted nothing more in the world at that moment. I was so hot with lust and love for my daddy that there was nothing I wouldn�t have done to have him.

So I slowly made my way over to his side of the bed and sat down beside him. I made sure that my short baby doll pajamas were riding high and exposing as much upper leg as they could. Dad was on his left side and facing me, but he wouldn�t look me in the face. I knew he must have been embarrassed and I also knew that I had to assure him that what he was doing was absolutely fine and perfectly alright with me.

As I gently spoke to him I began stroking his right arm and shoulder area. He was so tanned and masculine looking. I said, �Daddy, what you were doing is perfectly natural. It�s okay, really. It actually turned me on and I�ll even let you in on a little secret of mine� I�ve been fantasizing about having a sexual relationship with you ever since mom passed away. I knew you were lonely and I wanted nothing more than to move in here with you and keep you satisfied in all the ways that mom did.�

With that dad looked up at me and said, �Really? So you don�t think I�m a pervert for fantasizing about my daughter?

I said, �Oh daddy, it�s perfectly natural. We both want the same thing and I can see no reason to deprive either of us from what makes us happy. Now roll over onto your back again, close your eyes, and enjoy the ride. Trust me daddy and let your inhibitions go. Just relax and know that I love you so deeply and I will never feel uncomfortable with anything that we do together.�

With dad on his back again I removed my pajamas. My breasts were firm, nipples erect, and my pussy was literally dripping with love juice at this point. Dad took one look at me and gasped, �My God Darcy, you look just like your mom so many years ago. I cannot believe you are giving me this present. I want you so much and want to love every inch of your beautiful, sexy body.�

I was so hot with passion at this point that I couldn�t have stopped if I wanted to. I began to lick my daddy�s huge cock, every inch of it, and then stuffed it into my mouth and as far down my throat that I could take it. He moaned and groaned and I feared that he might cum right away. I didn�t want this to end so I stopped doing that and mounted him instead. I allowed the head of his hard cock to slightly penetrate my hot, moist pussy but not let it go in all the way. It was driving daddy wild and he was begging for more. I was in full command and I loved it. He was finally mine and I had full control.

Daddy told me to turn around and to get into the 69 position. I did and then I felt daddy�s warm, moist tongue licking the juices from my dripping cunt. Daddy said, �Darcy, your pussy even looks and tastes just like mom�s did.� He was now licking, biting, and sucking, and inserting his tongue inside my pussy and then my ass as far as he could get it. He�d become a wild man and I was loving every minute of it.

But I wanted to have my daddy inside me too. I wanted to have that extreme closeness with him, to have his dick deep inside, and to have him shoot his load far inside me. I wanted to be there for him at that moment to tell him that I love him and that he can have me whenever he wanted me from now on.

So I turned around and laid down beside him. I hugged him and pulled him close to me and he instinctively rolled right over on top of me. I grabbed his huge cock and guided it right into my wet pussy. He moaned as it went in. I know he had been waiting for this for so long, just as I had been.

It felt so good to have daddy inside me finally. I told him to go inside as deeply as he could and pull out all the way each time. At the same time I was rubbing my clitoris. Each time he�d enter his cock would hit my g-spot. The angle was perfect and dad seemed to know exactly what he needed to do. I remember thinking to myself, Gosh, mom was so lucky to have had this for so long.

Eventually I felt my orgasm starting to build. It felt that it would be even stronger than the one I had earlier in the day while awaiting the pizza delivery. I mean, this was like heaven. Daddy knew exactly what to do and when to do it. He seemed to know me and my body inside and out. There was nothing he could have done wrong.

I was getting really close. I said, �Daddy, are you almost there? I�m getting very close and I want us to cum together.�

Daddy said, �Okay baby, let it go whenever you need to. I am right there now. Shall I hold off or let it go?�

My orgasm was starting and it was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. I tried to speak to let daddy know that I was starting to cum, but I couldn�t form the words. It was just too overpowering.

But daddy must have sensed it because he then whispered to me, �Okay honey, I�m going to cum inside you now. I love you so much baby. Stay with me now and let me unleash my love juice inside you.�

We both had our mind blowing orgasms together and it was the best sex that either of us had ever experienced in our lives. Afterwards we just remained there motionless. Daddy did not even pull out. He just laid there on top of me while I stroked his hair and held him close to my breasts.

Eventually we both got up and took a shower together. I had never felt so close to another human being as I felt with daddy that evening. This had gone far beyond sex. Something else had happened here. There was just too much of a closeness and too much of a desire and attraction for it to be sinful incest. It�s like daddy was not really my father anymore, but my husband and my soul mate and my lover. It was a dream come true for us both.

Needless to say I moved into daddy�s room with him. I kept some of my stuff in the other room just for appearance sake. Daddy and I both realized that although we were so in love with each other and saw nothing wrong with our relationship, that society was still not ready for it.

We�ve been together now living as man and wife for nearly two years. The sex is still as great as it was that first night and if anything we�ve developed a deeper and more trusting love and mutual respect for each other than most couples ever know.

I love my daddy and I�ll always be there for him.

Calling all old-timers! I need your help.

I'm trying to figure out the title of the first porn movie I ever saw so that I can try to locate a copy of it. It was a betamax tape in my dad's porn collection, and was produced sometime between 1978-1983.

The movie starts off with two guys sitting at a bar catching up on old times. One of the guys has just gotten a divorce, and is telling his buddy how he always wanted to fuck the couple's babysitter.

So the second guy comes up with this elaborate plan...they're gonna call the babysitter and ask her to come housesit. When she arrives, the two guys have a camera setup so that they can watch her from another room.

Of course, they've left some porn in a tape player, which the babysitter turns on and starts to watch. Then it takes a turn towards completely ridiculous.

Once the babysitter has started watching some porn and rubbing her pussy, one of the guys comes into the room dressed as a maid with a dildo on a silver serving tray. He talks in a feminine voice and tells her that she should use the dildo instead of her hand because it's much more realistic. The man (dressed as a female maid) leaves the dildo on a table and then walks out of the room. So now the babysitter is fuckin' herself with this dildo, and that's when the two guys make their move.

They pop out of the room they were peeping her in and tell her they've been watching her the whole time. The gangbang begins and the babysitter gets properly fucked in all holes.

I loved this video when I was kid for so many reasons...to begin with, the babysitter had her hair feathered and looked sorta like Kristy McNichol in Little Darlings, who I fapped to continuously throughout my adolescence. Also, these guys were using a video camera to peep on a hottie in another room wayyy before the advent of spycams, webcams, and the internet. And last but not least, it was a babysitter scene! I was at that age where fucking the babysitter was the MOST EPIC thing any human being could possibly ever accomplish.

I know it's a long shot, but I've posted this request in several forums. I know there are some real experts here, so I'm hoping I'll have some luck finding the title.

Cheers!

I wrote this a few years ago when I was thirteen or fourteen and posted it on another forum. I've edited it for grammar and spelling since, but the language is much still the same (troll away about the ten dollar words if that's satisfying for you.) I'm afraid I don't have a very satisfying epilogue for you, but maybe you'll enjoy reading my fantasies.. I confess that I want to fuck basically everyone in my family!

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My mom lives with her new wife, and I live with them and my adopted sister most of the time. My dad lives with his sister, and I'm with them in the summer. I think I might be a nymphomaniac because all I can think about is fucking them, all of them.

I found Mom and Sheila's toys in their closet while they were at the store with my sister Renee a couple weeks ago. They just started leaving me home alone. They had a dizzying assortment of dildos, butt-plugs, handcuffs, ropes, vibrators, strap-on harnesses, lubricants... they even had a strange dildo on a huge half-cylinder that plugged in. [ed. when I posted this story I was informed this was a Sybian. I also later learned that one of the objects I didn't even take notice of at the time was a sex swing. (It was disassembled.] I sniffed and licked every toy they had, but they were all clean. I was really disappointed, but that didn't stop me from picking out one of their smaller toys and popping my own cherry with it. I actually got a spot of blood on their carpet, but I don't think they ever noticed. I resolved to start listening at their door and even hoped to get a peek at what they were doing sometime. The idea of them fucking each other with these dildos (some of them were HUGE) was just fascinating to me.

I didn't have to wait long to get my voyeuristic jollies. That night, I went to bed and closed my door and started reading. When I heard Renee go to bed, I crept out to find everyone's bedroom doors closed. I crept over to Mom and Sheila's door, and carefully pressed my ear against it.

The first thing I heard was my mom giggling. "Stop nibbling, that tickles!" It was a few moments before I heard anything else, and it was mom's gentle moans, slowly building in intensity. Eventually I heard Sheila gasp "Talk dirty to me.", and Mom said some shit I had NEVER heard her say! This probably isn't exactly how it went, but it's as close as I can remember.

"Yeah Sheila, you dirty fucking whore, you lick that pussy, you worship it, worship me. You're MY fucking whore."
"Yes, mistress, I'm your whore."
"I didn't tell you to stop licking, whore. Don't forget my asshole. OH YEAH you're a well-trained little whore."

I began rubbing myself while holding my ear to the door, nearly suffocating trying not to make any noise. This went on for a few minutes until finally I heard mom screaming, I guess because she came. She asked Sheila if she'd cum yet, and she said yes, and mom asked if she was ready to switch. I assumed that meant that Mom was gonna eat Sheila's pussy now.

But then mom started begging "Please let me suck your big dick, mistress." I guessed they had gotten out the strap-on. I heard some gagging sounds, and rubbed myself thinking about my Mom kneeling in front of Sheila, deep-throating a 12" strap-on. (Their biggest one was, indeed, 12", I had measured.)

I had to step away from the door and lie down on the floor in the hall to frig myself to an orgasm. After I did, I found that I was still horny and curious so I put my ear back to the door to see if anything was still going on.

"Fuck me, Sheila, fuck my pussy, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah, you like that, bitch? You like massaging my big dick with your tight pussy?"
"Oh yes, I love your big dick in my tight pussy, please please please cum in my pussy."

I expected Sheila to get mad since Mom actually seemed to be pretending she was a guy, but instead she played right along.

"Are you sure? If I cum in your pussy you might not get your ass fucked tonight."
"Oh baby please fuck my ass I need you to hurt my little ass with your big cock."

Wow. Even having seen the butt-plugs for myself that day, I hadn't fully made the connection that my Mom and Sheila enjoy anal sex. I started rubbing myself again. I wished I had something to play with my asshole with (using my fingers did not occur to me at the time) so I could feel a little of what mom was feeling.

I listened at the door for a couple more minutes, and heard Mom's initial moans as Sheila pushed the strap-on into her ass. Eventually they built to a rapid rhythm (I could tell by the sounds of flesh slapping) and I got so excited I just had to see. I pulled my hand out of my panties, licked my fingers clean, put on my best "I have been laying down trying to sleep for two hours like a good girl" face, and threw open their door.

I saw Sheila mounted on top of Mom doggy-style, with a large dildo hanging halfway out of Mom's pussy, a magic wand on her clit, and Sheila's very large, very REAL, attached to her, non-strap-on, actual fucking human dick buried to the hilt in Mom's asshole, and it just so happened that at the moment I threw open the door they had both begun to orgasm. I saw mom collapse and begin to convulse wildly on the bed, and Sheila followed her down, obviously pushing hard as if to bury MORE than all of her dick in Mom's ass while she came.

I watched until they both stopped shaking, and they didn't notice until I spoke. "Uh, mommy?"

Sheila immediately jumped off of Mom. Mom gasped at the shock of her emptiness, and I saw two things that would become a lifetime obsession for me: a woman's (my mother's!) gaping-wide asshole, and a long, fat, beautiful, glistening tranny cock. It must have been 9 inches long, and if anything unusually thick for its length. My pussy was BURNING.

I received a 15 minute impromptu lecture on sex, gender identity, and privacy, generated an excuse about looking for some tylenol, and went back to bed to frig myself into a fucking coma.

I desperately want to be my husbands brainless little sex slave but I don’t know how to ask him. All I want is to be kept at home, naked, collared, chained in the basement, waiting all day on him to come home from work just so he can empty his balls into my mouth and leave. Maybe if I’m lucky he’d come back after he’d had a few beers and he’d use my asshole as his own personal cumdump. I really want him to degrade me, I want him to make me walk around and bring him drinks naked while his friends are over, or make me crawl like a dog and carry the beer in my mouth. I want him to bend me over his knee and spank me every time I spill it, until I learn my lesson. And I want him to show off what a stupid slut his wife is by making me rub my pussy and fuck my asshole with a dildo while his friends watch and take videos for later. Sometimes I daydream about him taking me out to a bar and making me wear my collar and a slutty outfit (and no panties of course). He’d buy me drink after drink, and then when I’m nice and fucked up, he would take me out back, behind the bar, and put me on my knees. If I’d been a good girl all night, maybe he’d spit in my mouth and then throat fuck me, like the dumb little bitch I am, choking me with his dick until I almost pass out. If I wasn’t good then he’d leave his dick down my throat until he came, whether I was conscious or not. Maybe one day… 
The closest I’ve gotten was when we got drunk on our honeymoon and he had me wait for him, handcuffed and on my knees with a vibrator in my pussy while he ran out for more beer. I don’t know how to ask him to treat me like that more often, or even all the time, but the thought of being his obedient little slave, basically a human flashlight for him, makes me so wet. I wish I knew how to warm him up to the idea of keeping me like that full time