In a world where there is no top/bottom/dom/sub/alpha/beta or so on.... Just fall in real love and care for all so one takes no risks or will risk anyone being real and always telling the truth. In short not this world as it is....

I would love to find out who loved me was inside and out what I am inside and feel I can never be on the outside... Inside I am a guiding and real loving soul... There has to be deep forever connections to fall in love and share our self to each other...
I am born male but left to turn into what ever my soul was by parents with open minds... I seem male in passing but found to be loving,giving,thoughtful,caring,protective (in correct ways) of others... But soft and sweet too and not anything like so called alpha take it all types...

A dominate Bi female got to know me as a friend and I am her only equal and she makes that clear to others that in they think they can be anyting but submissive to her, WRONG... I am the only one who can say no,tell her to stop and think or anything just as she can me.. We respect each other and help where the other may need a different view or know when to back away from something...

She says I need to own I am on the inside a dominate kinky woman to be cared for, pleased and worshiped as her... She showed how any gender should be to her and we talked about how many things I could not do to another...

She said thats fine. They still have to treat me as they should (then smiled hugging me and telling me or she would make them lol...)..

So I dream of someone that when alone they are the soft and loving type as I am.. Sweet and giving...
I will say her ideas turn me on to think of.. Make me think of more kink and dirty things being treated as they do her but return that how I want to as she said I could and they want me even more as I give when given to..

I guess thats why transgenders leaning feminine but will be strong for who they love and defend what they love and care for what they love deeply...
I am never a sub ever...
I am something I see no term for...
I guide and help.
I want to share and add to what we share and want the other to talk and be a real part of what we explore and find what we both like or find some common ground in how its done that makes us both need it dearly :)

As a fact and no gender or social ideas, I want so many ways to share love.
Anal both ways..
Oral both ways.
Play both ways.
Master bate (ok, speller will not accept one world.. Love tech, dont you lol) each other or help each other too...
Pleasure shared at the same time AND swap giving it.
All and no more or less of someone in any of it.

In side I am drawn to females loving each other very sweet and warm not as objects but as the most alike way of showing love that Is what my heart needs and wants to give... Not two guys tossing each other around....

I do not need hot...
Just someone who knowing all about them and we share so much is what draws us deeply to each other and our loving,caring compassion for each other and in general others drives us both to always stay in a falling in love state forever to each other...

When all said and done...

I dream if whats in the pic can ever happen...
That who is on their back got cleaned inside and just started getting me hard then got like that and told me they got clean and need means showed their anus to me with their hands in their ass making them gape a little as they relax for me to penetrate... I want to feel all as I slowly enter and feel their warmth around my cock as I go deeper...

Even if they just bend over and want me to start then, I still WILL always think of them so if they want me to shove in or what ever then they have to guide on that... I will always think of their feelings and want to do all I can as I feel pleasure to also focus on putting their orgasm before mine unless they guide me to do different...

But that is both ways... If they give anal then they need to feel as I do when I give..

Same with oral or play... To give pleasure...
If nothing is said then we without question have a need to return that pleasure to who is pleasing us.

What would be the best If I was giving anal?
To feel and see them orgasm hands free and I last as long as I can but being pleased they tell me deep and close and then grip me and tell me they need me love giving anal and do what I love the feel of the most as they see and feel all as I build to and then cum and go as long as I can stopping against them and inside as long as I can as we feel together all we feel....

What if getting?
If they could cum two times in a row every time then I would orgasm on the second if they could do that but I want them to be like me and want me to cum first....

They knowing what I wish but putting me first would make me want anal even more if they always wanted to put my feelings first and cum from just pleasure by anal when they start in me.

Just as I hope they would at times just want to give fully to me and give oral for my pleasure only or anything for mine only, I want to do the same even more if they do for me...

It would be funny with oral I think....

I can see us starting to give and find hands on ours giving pleasure as oral is being given and have to lovingly swat their had off knowing it is in fun but also knowing the other is so much wanting to give pleasure too... :)

I can see oral being any time every day if wanted..

I know I would love anal when ever it could be...

I hope they would want it and want to give it at least every day if not more...

I might even say it does enter my mind and draws me to want anal as a craving when I think of someone who loves to clean me, care for all, play and pleasure my body, LOVE to play slowly giving pleasure to my anus inside and out.
(i do not mean this as many show when this term is used...)
They are intent on making me cum even if I am worn out from orgasms....
Seeing my body react to their touch and love I hope keeps them turned on...

Seeing my old cum and taking a taste I hope drives them more...

Seeing when I am moist (yes I do get that way) and it has a mind of its own wanting their cock in to touch all the areas screaming for penetration and being made love to badly to the point it is contracting and twitching...

I truly want to have a way to see it all...
I want to see them play and all that I feel giving me so much pleasure....
Seeing them enjoy making my body react on its own and even producing slick fluid that I know I do from my play and I hope it turns them on I get wet like that :)

I want to see them as the get near my anus.
I want to see the head on my entrance.
I will try and relax so I can see the tip make its way in bit by bit as they draw out a little for my fluid to help them go deeper next slow little push...

I want to see when the rings allow them to enter and feel my lover slowly fill the area needing to feel it and see then slowly sliding in deeper till fully in...

I want to see as they adjust and slowly pull away and find the right way to give me max pleasure and hitting my p spot so well I can tell I will cum soon...

When they find the way to enter and thrust I so want to see what ever size they have (I can cum from 1 inch of a finger lol) sink into me as I feel them and feel what my anus sends in feelings of pleasure...

I hope they edge and milk a little cum to the tip that they finger up and suck off :)

I hope they love seeing and feeling how I am to being given anal in a way I love it and want more and more...

If they truly want me to crave anal then they do all they can to last longer and longer...
They work with my body and make me orgasm better than any other way wanting more....
They feel me getting tighter and adjust to not pop out as other do in pics...
They listen and what ever I ask they do but make sure not to over do it what ever I might say of faster and harder or deeper (you know, when balls deep you push a little more lol)...

I want what they feel to be amazing to their cock as they are doing so well pleasing me...

I want them to make me cum herder than I ever could on my own or other ways and keep making me cum as I orgasm...

Can one imagine the feeling you gave an orgasm to who you love?
How would that make you feel?
Would that be a huge turn on?
Better than taking could ever be? :)

All that and as I am getting where I can grip their cock and they know it is because I am deeply pleased and looking at them wanting to see their cock going in feeling pleasure as I feel them in me and seeing them react to making it harder to push in...
They know I want them to orgasm from pleasure and want their cum they kept safe from risk so I could with no fear want them to cum all they can in the warmth of my anus as I know they will always pleasure me greatly any time I need without question and even when I did not expect it :)

I want to feel how they make love to me as they orgasm and keep a tight grip till they slide deep and rest as I feel them contract too try and stay hard...
I will relax so I can keep their contracting cock in me and feel them doing all they can to stay in me so I can feel them as we look into each others eyes...

I want us to know we gave and shared and that we will always love each other and find so many ways express it and share it...

If things are magic, Well, I may be hard and they may too...
As they slowly start back, I am not sure if not being so close as before if I would cum before or with them...
I hope they figure this and in that exception they play with my balls,pubic skin and cock till they know they can make me cum again and I then want them to cum also...

If they realy love giving anal and love to make me cum from pleasure.... If they crave it more than once a day... Just shock me by being eager to clean me with pleasure and I will be so ready for anal right them :)

Someone who makes something so great and fun can truly lean me to wanting to get anal much more than just expecting it.

Drive me wild and make me dry cum like crazy first and I will always want to make sure you love the feel of giving anal and want to adjust to your orgasm is just a great...

Do not think I am a bottom..

I want to give like crazy to as the craving hits me...
But if you make getting better than me giving then what would you think I would love :)

But there are times we just give oral and then play with anal...

Like one thing I may like... :)

As we 69 and are hard...
I hope you have got clean and want to play before we started :)

To a giving being I want to try things..
When we are both hard, I lay back some and my mate slowly lowers their anus around my cock...
I want them to let their weight be supported on me :)

Now in my love there may be two ways to go or some combo :)

One would be they can try and see if they can cum just from contractions like others can...
I hope my cock in them as something to grip helps :)

Just to lay there as they find this magic other do and see if they love it and just keep hard for them as I watch and smile might be fun and even more if it makes them cum and they want to do it more...

Note I did not say I cum :) I want them to find how to place me and them self for their pleasure as they would know what they feel and I want the best for them :)

I hope many times along with oral we can just touch and rub areas we only let the other touch..

Spending time even if limp just relaxing.
Placing or hands on pubic skin fingers spread a little so the cock is in between...
Pressing a little in a kinky hug :)
Taking a finger and getting to the head and around it and the skin behind...... Just making a slow rub caressing the others cock and passing time...
Sometimes slowly with some fingers gliding over the balls and behind to find areas that tingle to be rubbed ;)

Tracing the middle line back up to the base of the cock and gliding slowly up the cock to the head and running slow rings behind the head finding those spots that can feel so good it almost is too much :)

Just doing that together sharing time together....

Others would be like when I hope they want to be in my lap in them....

I wonder as I slow play and rub if they like it better with their love touching them and not their own hands...
Do they like having their love in them at the same time?
I try to just keep hard as I explore their lower area finding anything I can tell makes their body tell on them they like the feel :)

To get them to precum and look into their eyes as I finger it off and suck it..
I am playful :)
I may tap their nose with it lol :)

But I will finger it off and suck it at times :)

Might they adjust me in them to feel my cock better as I play :)

Do they want me to keep going slow or speed up some?

Will they now love doing this to me :)

I hope I feel them get tight and even a twitch :)

But I do want them to tell me so they do not cum till I am ready to do whats next...

Do they want slow anal or still me touching their body to make them cum?

In any case DO NOT CUM....

When you know it will happen tell me quick so I can hold and close off the end to save the cum inside till the orgasm is over....

Now. I am hoping the first time they have questions whats next :)

Slowly they lift up and make sure we are clean... I want to get where I can take their cock as if giving oral....

Sealed I let go and suck the cum all out of their cock I held back... every last drop... :)

I wonder what they think of this :)

I hope they crave to do the same to me :)

Now if they are not one to oral after anal (at this time I am not sure if I could.. Would see in time), It would be nice if the told me to take them now I made them cum...

To have them so clean and wanting me to give anal but they are giving them self to me now I made them cum.... Well.. Thinking of it turns me on... :)

So many things so many ways so many times we just want to give to the other but end up sharing and both orgasm and cum...

Just some things I wish others were like out there so the one for life would love to care for me forever and we love each other for ever :)

Do not think all this means thats all..
after all I did out of no where like Lady gaga and born this way...
I wish we all accepted each other and stopped the degrading and hate part...
So much more out there to share if all genders and races truly cared and were not like some are with a few doing all they can to mess up others and even give them sti/stds for fun! no way.. hard limit.. You do not do what one may not want and you do not expect if YOU know what you have that it is up to them to do it all...
To do whats right take way more thought of others and I wish others would see that and get how a person like that would see them as more also...

I am not against people who inform each other and are aware and all for their kink to be happy...

I am all for people to do as they love but respect others rights just as a being as you would want others to respect you...

If you get what I mean... I can stand with almost everyone and their kinks even more so than many would or did....
But I do draw in stone a hard line....
One I do not think is so hard to accept...

I have in my life seen many who would not think I could accept them and think I looked down on them be shocked and just start talking and learning all about things when they know where I stand.

It may be why the least expected ones will be drawn to me...
I stand out at times when around a friend I have I run into...

I seem just standard male...

They can be goth, dominate female (but I am their only male equal), Furr, or any type if their souls are anything like mine and sees and cares for all except who hates and harms.

I truly stand out as the odd one they laugh and say ;)

So I may not want to be a part of something like scat... But I have found later that some people who I would never guess were...
We knew our personal differences and our common ground.
Piss,scat,dirty rim, what ever.. No harm and never pushed ones rights about it.
We did find it interesting to talk about things blunt and open with no insult...

I do find others interesting even if it is not for me lol :)

We can joke.
I was asked if i would like to have a bite and talk to someone I had not seen for a bit..
I laughed and said I will not be having what you will be having and they truly laughed...
One asked if I had those little stoppers I use.... What? (they know I do not mess with anyone unless it is forever and the genders and things I would do... They know I would love just doing 69 to pass time with someone who was with me for life not even to cum but just edge each other and relax)..

The stoppers I said?
Yep, they had a hot date and wanted to suck but could not stand piss..

Ha ha.. In truth I laughed as they can not understand how I can be drawn to oral any gender (just not the ass) and the piss not bug me...
I have no clue,
But never know till someone like me loves me and who knows...

I wish respect was the rule of all for each other above ones personal ideas.
That would allow safe and sane caring to rise and so much just be normal and less hurt and other issues...

Well...
Paws up..
(ya know.. the song.. )...

Hello everyone!

I haven't posted back in a while as I have exams coming up, and haven't really had the time. I've been trying to enjoy my brother for the past while. He has recently asked me to include another guy (my older brother). It's been an interesting but scary experience to say the least. If anyone is interested, here are my previous happenings: http://motherless.com/V861E72C

Writing this all down helps me set things into perspective for me. From this on, I'll name my first brother 'A', and my second older brother 'B'. I couldn't think of anything else, and I wanted you all to read how things happen better. I'm sure it'll look stupid, but I don't really care. :P

My first brother 'A', has invited me last weekend to stay with him and enjoy some free time. After our initial experience in the backseat of his car, I pretty much demanded to do anything else in an actual bed from this forth. Even though I was excited about it, I was also scared that he might take advantage of the opportunity with me alone with him. I didn't approve him cumming inside of me without using a condom beforehand. Though I can't admit it didn't feel great.

At first we've mostly talked about what we'll do (normal things) during the weekend. I wanted to visit some old friends I have in the city and get some new clothes as well. He was well aware that he needed to keep me happy this weekend, if he wanted to have a chance to sleep with me. While driving to the city he reminded me that he told my older brother 'B', what happened. He too was interested in finding out what it would feel like. I didn't really feel like exploring it yet, at least not right away as I was just starting to experience what it was like with one brother. Two would be too much still. He made me know that he was going to visit in the early evening too, so if we wanted to get anything done before hand, we'd have to do it after dinner.

In the evening we had a yummy dinner prepared to start the weekend with. When we were cleaning up the dishes, he stood behind me and started hugging my belly and kissing my neck. It felt pretty awesome to be in that position. He groped my breasts and asked me if I wanted to come to bed with him. I dropped the dishes and made him show me his bedroom.

He let me get on bed first to see if I liked the blankets (I did), before he got beside me to put his hands under my shirt to touch my belly. I felt so secure and in the mood that I was really getting into it. I helped him take my shirt off, so he could have easier access to my breasts. While I did, he nearly tore his pants and shirt off as I saw him getting excited for me. At this time the only thing I though of, was back to our first time when he got on top of me. While we were at it, I slowly took my jeans off so he had an even better view.

I cuddled up to him, began kissing again and tried to get close enough to feel his penis touch my belly. It was merely a thin cloth away of touching skin to skin. He really wanted me to feel good this time, as he spent way more attention to caressing me then diving right into sex. I felt so good, and it showed, as my panties were getting moist of my body preparing itself for my brother to explore. And I so wanted him to do just that.

I asked him to put his hand in my panties and play with me, so he knew what he would be getting himself into. He mentioned he had been saving himself for this weekend, so he could enjoy 'his sister'. He actually mentioned that, which was a bit of a shock but enjoyable at the same time. With him realising he was going to have sex with his sister, and me realizing I was going to sleep with my own brother, I felt really warm. And with that warmth came the thought "I require protection".

I got off the bed, picked up my wallet and took out a condom. He didn't really seem to enjoy that idea, and tried to talk me out of it. I told him that I'm not on the pill, he just responded with a quick "so? you'll enjoy it!". I tried to explain to him that he could get me pregnant, and that he came inside me last time too which got me really upset. He told me he understood, but that he would pull out this time.

I wanted to trust him, but I couldn't yet. I took his boxers off and took him in my mouth to stop the conversation about protection. He tried to object still, but he kind of forgot all about it when I started to really get into it. He held my hair, and made me take him down far every few times. He told me I looked great, and that he was happy I agreed to this weekend. I tried to smile, but mainly wanted him to be ready enough to enjoy my thighs around him.

When he made me stop, he took my bra and panties off and had me lay on my back with spread legs. He was about to enter me, but before he could, i put my hand in front of my entrance. I pointed at the condoms, and he grabbed a pack to open. When he opened, we heard someone enter the apartment and yelling a 'hello'. It scared me, as I could hear it was my older brother 'B'. I quickly got under the blankets and my younger brother walked out of his bedroom to walk to 'B'. Completely nude that is.

He seemed to have brought in 'B' to the bedroom, and nobody seemed to care but me. 'A' told me to get out of bed and say hi. I peeked out with just my head and I could barely say such a simple word. 'A' stepped back in bed, and asked me to suck him again. I felt like shit and totally surprised, but I did what he asked and started on sucking his penis some more. 'B' just watched and asked how I felt to 'A'. Before I realized, 'B' had his pants off and was about to take off his boxers too. I asked him what he was doing, and he merely told me he'd like me to give him head too. I stared at 'A', to only see him nod and stroke my cheek to assure me it was OK.

'A' got me on all fours, and pulled the condom over his penis. I slid off anoter pair of boxers and took the second brother in my mouth. He was about the same length as 'A', and he got hard pretty fast. The talking pretty much stopped, and I felt 'A' slide all the way inside of my belly in one slow but steady thrust. I moaned while having a penis in my mouth and enjoyed being taken like that.

After taking in a good amount of thrusts, I straddled 'B' and let him experience his sister's pussy. At the time I didn't realize and probably didn't care I was taking him inside bareback, so I gave him a great view of my breasts while letting him explore my body from the inside. 'A' asked if he could enter my bum while I was getting up and down a penis already, and even though I objected at first, I felt bad for him sitting there without being able to do anything but look. Eventually I let him enter my bum carefully, so he did. I had made him slippery enough to take him in bit by bit, and I felt incredibly relaxed at the time. Feeling both of my brothers use their little sister as their plaything was an amazing feeling. It didn't take me long to cum from both of them taking their sister so well.

When I came, I lost all control, and pretty much collapsed on 'B's chest with them both still pounding away at my pussy and bum. Suddenly 'A' slipped out of my bum, while 'B' rolled me over to have me on my back. He kissed me while thrusting inside, and then the kisses stopped. His thrusts began to increase in speed and power, and he seemed to really want to stretch me. He kissed me on the mouth, and then told me he was about to come. I asked him to get off me, but he said he wanted me to shoot it inside. Again, I asked him to get off and told him I was not on the pill. He agreed, lifted my legs up and slid into my bum. Before I could moan, I felt him pump my bum full of cum. He kept thrusting into me, and told me I did well taking him in like that. This time I didn't feel any kind of shock, a shock I did have after feeling a brother cum inside me in my pussy in a different experience.

I looked at 'A', and requested him to come over with a smile. I told him I would probably feel pretty used in there, and asked him if he still wanted to give it a try. He put himself into my pussy, and I could feel the cum of 'B' leak out my bum and drip down along my skin. 'A' didn't seem to mind he was having somewhat of a sloppy seconds, so I kissed him through it and move along with his thrusts. 'B' walked over to me and made me suck him clean, but I didn't do more than that. From then on I let 'A' really enjoy me. He whispered me he feels jealous that he wasn't allowed to slide into me bareback. I didn't care about it anymore, as the damage was done. After letting 'A' stretch my pussy further, and letting him get nearer and nearer to his edge, I requested him to take off the condom and to fill my belly with his sperm instead. He asked me if I was sure, and that there is a chance that he'd get me pregnant. I smiled and begged him to fill my womb with his seed. The thought of that pulled him over the edge and he slid inside of me so deep I could only imagine how much cum he was pumping into me. I clenched my legs around his back to let him really shoot it all inside, offering him his own sister's future to play games with. The thought of my brother risking my innocence felt so good, I came soon after. He made sure I kept getting kisses and I felt him lose his firmness inside of me. The sensation of both of my holes leaking cum was more than beautiful.

'A' asked me if I was ok with what happened and stayed close to me. I told him I'm scared at the thought of being made pregnant this way. He rubbed my belly and kissed me, trying to make me feel safe and secure. I felt somewhat used, but knew it is my own fault for agreeing to all this. He assured me that nothing would happen, and that even if it did, that I'd be a great mom. I somewhat felt shocked at that idea, but I did let him shoot his sister's womb full of cum twice...

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Leilav

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

My husband is so turned on by my boob job, and so ashamed/scared to admit it. I love it.

So, for a long time, I had nice, cute, B-cup tits. But I always wanted to have big boobs, no less than an E-cup. I wanted that since puberty. It just seemed so sexy, so attractive. But for quite a while I was apprehensive about finding a surgeon able to pull off such a big change successfully, and facing off possible risks, and I had to save up money for it (though it is not nearly as expensive these days), so I kept putting it off year after year. But even after getting married, I still wanted to have big, juicy tits. My husband liked to fondle, lick and suck on my breasts a lot, even when they were still small. He always told me he was OK with me getting a boob job if that was what I wanted, but he also made it clear he didn't have a problem with the size of my breasts, and that he would like them either way. This spring, I finally decided I was ready, having found the surgeon who seemed just right and having more than enough money, and I went through with it. The breast enlargement surgery went perfectly, and now I have an E-cup.

It is both cute and hilarious how my husband is so turned on by my boob job. I catch him staring at my new rack constantly. His eyes bulge out when he sees my boobs in my lace bra, even more when he unclasps it and my big fake tits fall out. He gropes them so hard as I guide his hard cock inside me, and he furiously licks them and sucks and nibbles on my hard nipples as he fucks me. He looks transfixed when we shower together and he gets to see my big jugs all wet and soaped up. I often let him soap them up and wash them as I jerk him off with a washcloth. He comes so fast when we do that, spraying all over. We have gone from having sex once a day to 3-4 times a day, because my huge tits make him hard all the time. I'm pretty sure he jerks off in my used bras from time to time, because I have noticed what look like cum stains on them several times. Never on my panties, just bras.

But whenever I ask my husband if he likes my new tits better, he blushes and says thaf he doesn't care about the breast size; and that he would have liked my breasts just as much if I hadn't made them bigger. Such bullshit LOL. He'll say that they look great and that he's glad I'm happy, if I press it and ask him about my boob job directly, but then he'll also keep saying how he'd love me regardless of my breast size. I'm sure he'd still *love* me, but I also know he was never that fucking horny before. He even keeps asking me to let him take naked pics of me, something he almost never did before. I always let him, of course. He never simply says he just wants a pic of my boobs, but I know.

I also like to use my new tits to pleasure him and worship his cock. I am always the one to initiate it, of course. Sometimes, I lie down and let him thrust his cock back and forth in between my jugs like he's fucking my pussy, as I squeeze them around him every now and then, until he jizzes all over my rack. Other times, he just lies down and I put his dick between my huge tits and rub them together, smothering his throbbing erection with my boobs. I also make sure to lick the head of his cock when it pops up in between my tits. After he jizzes all over my breasts, I scoop up some of the cum with my fingers and lick them clean as I look at him, and then I rub the rest of his jizz into my skin to make my tits glisten.

I confess I'm considering fucking the girl of my dreams, who I believe is my brother's secret lover. Here's the story behind it:

I'm in my mid-20s, the cute friendly type of guy. My brother's a little older than me, we get along great.

Recently, I went to a concert. As I was seated and waiting for it to begin, an interesting looking girl takes the seat next to me - I check her out without staring at her, and see that she is a bit shorter than me, maybe about my age (in fact she is a few years younger), fit athletic body with strong legs and soft youthful skin, big but fresh looking boobs, beautiful slightly masculine looking attractive face, curly hair that's styled in a way that you can see her beautiful bare neck. She wore cool but elegant clothes - a skirt, stockings, and a summer top with a wide decollete. She had a playful, slightly "alternative", feminine but also tomboyish vibe going on.

As I checked her out, I noticed a strong sweaty smell coming from someone sitting around us, I was afraid she might think it's me. At that moment she talks to me, "I think we have met before". Turns out my brother had introduced me to her a few months earlier, I was surprised that she remembered my face, cause I wouldn't have recognized her. At that moment I realize that the smell is not that of a sweaty dirty guy, but the sweet smell of a beautiful woman who just had sex or just came home from jogging. The smell was coming from HER :) This, and the nice, fun and flirty conversation we then started, made me want her so badly, I felt like falling in love. She was very talkative and wanted to joke around with me whenever we could during the concert. During the interval, she showed me an online game she had installed on her phone, and invited me to play with her, it was a cute sticking-our-heads-together-over-her-phone kind of moment, I loved it. She said she plays this game with my brother all the time, and that I should install it on my phone - but not tell my brother about it, so that I can play with him anonymously for fun. I liked that ;) She told me her nickname so I could add her, and her real name for Facebook. So basically she wanted us to keep in touch without my brother knowing.

That same night, I heard a rumor that she might be my brother's secret lover. Wow. Not sure it that's true, but here's the interesting part: She's friends with his ex, who he really wants to get back together with, which I think is why he keeps his new relationship secret (if there is any).

What shall I do? The girl is pretty much the girl of my dreams - funny, athletic, slightly dominant. My brother can't keep me from getting with her, because he wants to save his old relationship with the other girl. But is it worth the risk of serious trouble? Or should I fuck her secretly? If I'm lucky, she's not in a relationship with my brother at all, and I simply found the hottest girl who has ever shown interest in me.

Now isn't this a fine negress specimen? I personally think so since I'm the one who owns her, she's a rather sweet girl, turned 22 this year and I've been her owner for a couple years. She was nervous about being in a BDSM relationship when I first found her. Shy, still a virgin, a tad chubby but not at risk of becoming another fat Black landwhale and she is thankfully quite ample in the breast department and I've given her my blessings should she decide to go from a 44DD to a 48E. Now why am I posting this? Because I want to shed some light on the way the world works, White Masters/Owners/Daddies/Primals/etc who prefer pets outside of their race only pick the prime specimens of non-White beauty. Beautiful Whorientals, Negresses, Beanesses, Squaws and Punjabis belong to White men and White men only. I find that non-White women are better suited to being submissive, even negresses who have the reputation for being loud and sassy. They're less likely to talk back, they appreciate the comfort and security that only a White owner can provide them and they're better bred for submissiveness. Now I know many of you are going to lash out at me for it being politically correct and personal I don't care. The truth hurts, particularly Black men who are losing their prime negresses to White men or the rare non-White masters who seek out their women. They're angry because all the 6s(the ones that can actually clean up and look acceptable) and 10s pay them no mind. They're left with the obese and ugly females of their race, the ones that no master would ever dream of touching. As for my submissive little pet, she has no desire to sully herself by lying with an inferior male of her race and has quite happily spoken out loud her love and appreciation of White men and her vow to only allow White cocks to enter her body. Unless I deem a male of another race acceptable as long as he proves that he can handle a submissive like a real man. To date I've never seen Black men be able to handle a true female like a real man, save for two rare Dominants who I am acquainted with but yet and still they know better than to request the property of a White man. This is the way of the world whether you like it or not, your women serve White men while we leave you the scraps. Keep that in mind when you look at the beauties of other races, their mouths have sucked a White dick, their pussies have been filled by a White cock, their tight asses have been split open by a White cock. They've swallowed White cum, they've had White cum sprayed on their faces, they're rub White cum all over their breasts. When you're having obligatory polite sex with your wife or girlfriend, she's not thinking of you she's thinking of a superior male fucking her. Ask the inferior men who've tried desperately to get my pet's attention, showing off their pathetic cocks in hopes that she'll lower herself to the status of gutterwhore. Sometimes such men will scurry away when they realize she's not going to respond to their weak pleas and other times she'll simply send them a picture of my cock in her pussy or ass.

Your Awakening .....Some of you need it. Hope this helps.

A time comes in your life when you finally get�when, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out�ENOUGH1 Enough fighting and crying and blaming and struggling to hold on. Then, like a child quieting down after a tantrum, you blink back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.

This is your awakening.

You realize it�s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to magically appear over the next horizon.

You realize that in the real world there aren�t always fairy tale endings, and that any guarantee of �happily ever after� must begin with you�and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.

You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are�and that�s OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.

You learn the importance of loving and championing yourself�and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.

Your stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you � or didn�t do for you � and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected.

You learn that people don�t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and everything isn�t always about you.

So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself�and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.

You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties�and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.

You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. You begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.

You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you�ve outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with.

You learn that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a �consumer� looking for you next fix.

You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.

You learn that you don�t know everything, it�s not you job to save the world and that you can�t teach a pig to sing. You learn the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.

Then you learn about love. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You learn that alone does not mean lonely.

You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.

You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs.

You learn that your body really is your temple. You begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin to eat a balanced diet, drinking more water, and take more time to exercise.

You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty and so you take more time to rest. And, just food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.

You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you deserve, and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen.

More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You learn that no one can do it all alone, and that it�s OK to risk asking for help.

You learn the only thing you must truly fear is fear itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your own terms.

You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom.

You learn that life isn�t always fair, you don�t always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people�and you lean not to always take it personally.

You learn that nobody�s punishing you and everything isn�t always somebody�s fault. It�s just life happening. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.

You lean that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.

You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.

Then, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever settle for less than you heart�s desire.

You make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.

You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind.

Finally, with courage in you heart, you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.

I confess not long ago my younger sister's friend brought her laptop around so they could work on a project. When they went to lunch I went on there and found a not so well hidden folder and saved it onto a stick. I was really surprised, I didn't think I would find anything because she seems quite quiet, but there was some pretty hardcore pictures and videos that she must have been sending her boyfriend.

I got pretty horny one day and decided I would message her and tell her to put the webcam on. When she did I told her I had the folder and she had to do everything I said or I would make sure all her friends see it. I was risking a lot, but I was certain she wouldn't risk people seeing it.

At first I just got her to show her pussy, but I had already seen that (minus the half-crying look), then I wanted to make her do worse things. I started making her finger her ass, and then made her pick up this pole (I got no idea what it was, but it fit the purpose) and try and put it into her ass. I knew it wasn't really going to fit, but I was showing her the images uploading one by one which made her try harder. Eventually she got the end into her ass, but she was crying quite a lot so I let her stop.

I was going to let it finish then, but she started swearing at me, so to punish her I told her to take the laptop onto her bed. When she was on there, I made her couch over her pillows and bedsheets and piss all over them. She tried to say she couldn't pee, and that she would get found out because it would all be wet, but I was mad horny so I made her do it anyway.

My balls were pretty close to exploding, so as she was pissing I told her to put her hand under and lick it. As she sat sobbing I got her to tell me how her pee tasted, and told her that I had recorded the whole thing, so if she decided to tell anyone although I would get in trouble, the whole world would be able to watch her piss on her bed and taste it.

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.

Two mornings I picked up my 68 year old Goan wife from the airport. She was in Ft. Lauderdale for the past 10 days visiting her older brother who turned 75 on the 14th of all dates. This was one of three, now two annual birthday tips she takes east. The first was her mother, now dead, who lived in Toronto. The remaining two are her 77 year old sister who is mentally challenged since birth living in a care home in Toronto and her now 75 year old brother.

Later that evening I was catching the five PM news in the living room when my wife’s IPad on the coffee table beside me dinged. Up popped up a text message from her brother. It said, “Did you get the pics I emailed you this morning?”.

Knowing my wife had her IPhone with her in the backyard she would get the message but wondered a bit about, what pics, as I had already seen all the pics of his birthday party on my wife’s, his, and other members of their family that were there on their Facebook profiles.

Over dinner I asked about the pics her brother sent her, and she replied, “How do you know about his message!”, in a pissed off tone. I told her how I knew about the message, she then said, “I don’t know what pictures he is talking about. I didn’t get any pictures, or email I mean. Don’t worry about it”. This time her tone and her mannerisms told me, she was lying. After 40 years of marriage, I know when she is lying.

So while she was out golfing yesterday I logged onto her computer and opened her Outlook to see why she was lying. Not seeing anything in her inbox I then opened the file marked Peter. Inside there were two files marked In and Out. I opened In file and went to the top of emails marked Subject: BD Pics, and opened it, the following is the comment string.

---His first email comment to her was, “Hey Sis. Here are all the pics including the ones not in focus. As always love ya.”

---Her reply later that evening to him after his text message was, “ Love you too bro. Wow other than the few blurry ones the rest are great. What happened to the vids they cut off?”

---His final reply yesterday morning to her was, “Yea most turned out perfect. Not sure I thought I was recording but wasn’t for some reason, I wonder why ha ha. Better luck next year I guess.”

But looking down to his first email I could see there was no pictures attached told me she had saved them somewhere and deleted them from the email. With a right click on the Photos icon and up they all popped, lots of them and the folder they are in.

Going to the folder I couldn’t believe my eyes. My prudish wife. Here is the first pic and it sure looks like my wife especially because the ear rings are the same. The second pic I knew was her as that is the grey nail polish she wears and in addition, that nightgown she is wearing, I gave her. There were lots more of her ass hole and twat plus two videos of them fucking.

So she was fucking him on his 75th birthday, plus a valentines fuck as well I bet. I wondered how many past birthdays she’s been fucking him. When did it start, how old were they, is it now only a yearly thing, 10 days of them fucking, these and other questions ran through my head.

I looked at all the pics of her open ass hole and twat and the two videos and got a hard on thinking about them fucking. After a few more views of the vids unloaded a nutfull as I was thinking how I’ve always wanted to watch my wife fuck another guy and get a full load from him and then me fuck her cum filled twat.

Exposing her lie and showing her the pics and vids as proof will run a huge risk of turning it from about fucking her brother into her on my case screaming for invading her privacy. Unfortunately not getting to the, I am cool with them fucking as long as I want to be part of it discussion.

Although there was plenty of incest in my family years and years ago including me, that my wife doesn’t know about, I never imagined my wife and her brother getting it on. I wondered about the other brothers and sisters were some of them fucking growing up in Kenya and still doing it to this day.

What to do, what to do?

My sister-in-law came to stay with us at the weekend as she was going to a hen party in the city we live in. She's got red hair, and fairly big tits and I've always thought she's pretty good looking but nothing more than that.

3am next morning I'm woken up to someone banging on our front door so I get out of bed to answer it and it's a taxi driver. She is in the back seat completely covered in her own sick which is all in her hair and clothes (pretty disgusting) and also all over the inside of the taxi and he tells me to take her inside and that he wants �100 for the fee + soiling charge or he's calling the police for her "drunk and disorderly" behaviour. I check her purse and she only had �20 so I just paid the rest to save any hassle and figured I'd get the other �80 from her the next day.

She can barely walk so I help her inside, walk her to the bathroom and suggest she takes a shower to clean herself up. Completely out of it, she starts to take all her clothes off in front of me and when I try to leave she nearly falls over so I have to stay to make sure she doesn't hurt herself. Now completely naked, I help her into the bath where she decides to lie down so I have to hose her down myself. At this point she is starting to get very sleepy as well and is incapable of doing anything herself so I dry her with a towel as best I can and then pick her out of the bath, carry her to her room and put her in bed still naked. I then got her clothes and towel and dumped them in her room.

It got me instantly hard seeing her like that and it was pretty difficult to not do anything to her but I didn't know what her memory would be like so didn't want to risk anything. I did get a few good gropes whilst drying and carrying her though which would have passed as "accidental" if questioned later. I then went back to bed and gave my wife a good fucking to reward myself for such restraint.

Next morning I wake up and go downstairs and she is having breakfast with my wife telling her the story of how she was sick all over herself and another girl in the club she was in and then somehow managed to get a taxi back to our place, give herself a shower and go to bed, completely oblivious to the real version of events. I didn't say anything but now I'm thinking the longer I leave it the more it looks like I've got something to hide and I don't want it to be awkward between us, but if I don't then I'm not getting the �80 she owes me back. I think it's probably worth it.