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During a very hectic week a month ago, I got a call from my step son David, asking me if I'd call by his and his girlfriends place. He's in a relationship with a really nice girl, but in truth he's way above his station when it comes to her, as she's a stunning looking young woman, and David is shall we say, a bit nerdy.
Anyway we get chatting in their kitchen and he suddenly blurts out, his girlfriend enjoys oral sex, but also says in her view, he's not very good at it. He then said "She loves the size of my cock, as it's big. But I don't seem to be able to lick her pussy and ass correctly".
To say I was shocked at his openness is an understatement, as he's never spoken to me that way in the five years I've been married to his dad. Seeing me looking uncomfortable, he apologizes but then immediately adds "What do you think". Put on the spot I could only think of saying something like "Well how do you give her oral pleasure".
David tried to mimic what he did with her, by licking through two of his fingers. And instantly I knew he was tonguing his girlfriend like she was a lollipop. I couldn't help but laugh a little and it was his turn to look uncomfortable. I said I was sorry and then said something which has changed everything in my life.
I asked my step son if he'd like me to teach him.
Lay on their bed naked over the next three quarters of an hour, I had my twenty two year old step son learning how to lick my pussy and ass, as I taught him everything I like and know about cunnilingus. By the time I'd orgasmed four times from what I showed him to do, I was so horny I had him remove his shorts and t-shirt and then his boxers.
David was right, he is one well hung young individual. And I suddenly knew exactly why his girlfriend loved having him fuck her.
Walking to their bedroom from the kitchen and stripping off naked. It wasn't in my mind I'd let him fuck me. I was only going to allow him to learn from my instructions as he tongued me. Yet seeing his beautifully large cock, I just knew I had to have him slide it deep within my pussy and asshole. Almost begging him to fuck me, I yelled out when he slid his cock up my pussy, as I spread my legs for him.
He might at the start of our conversation in the kitchen not know how to please a woman orally, but by god does he know how to use his superb cock to fuck one. I was already so wet from his licking and sucking of my pussy and ass, I took his cock, but his dick still stretched me like never before. His father who's forty eight, has a cock no where near the size of his sons, so it took some getting used to. But once we'd begun to fuck, his true sexual prowess came to the fore. And we had over an hour of sexual pleasure, some of which I'd not experienced before.
When he came so deep up my ass, it felt like his cock was tickling my ribs, I'd just had yet another orgasm and was crying for him to give me his seed. Filling up my as with his cum, David rolled away and was about to light a cigarette. Gripping his shaggy hair, I pushed his face back into my pussy and ass and told him hard to clean up his step mom.
It was another fifteen minutes before I allowed him to rise up, and by then his cock was rising too. Getting him to spoon me, I had David fuck me again in long slow thrusts sending me wild with two more orgasms, moments before he emptied the rest of his balls into my pussy.
It was a few days later when I got a text from him. He asked me if he could call by and if his dad was at work. I told him yes and yes.
We sat and spoke about him and his girlfriend and he went into great detail about what he'd done with her. She apparently had gone crazy for the way he'd tongued her pussy and asshole the day after I'd visited. She even told him no one had ever made her cum so much and so hard. From what he said, they'd licked, sucked and fucked all night and she'd been late for work because she wanted him to go down on her again in the morning.
All the sexual talk got me so turned on, and didn't David know it. Asking me if I was horny, I looked down to his cock bulge in his shorts and let him follow me to his fathers bedroom. With us both naked and so sexually worked up, I had David show me exactly what he'd done with his girlfriend. And he's been showing me the past three and half weeks too.
David rang me last night to tell me I'm a much dirtier woman in bed then his girlfriend, and that I make him do anything and everything he now enjoys sexually. And he's right. I do enjoy horny as apposed to vanilla sex. It's always been the way with me, and I suppose in many ways that's why his father and I were in the past compatible. But with my husbands business interests, we hardly ever fuck as we used to. However if David wants to carry on pleasuring me and his girlfriend, I'm more than happy to carry on teaching him much much more of what I like.

When my husband Mark began to mention we should visit my mothers more often, I didn't think too much of it, but did kind of question why, as he and my mom weren't exactly the best of friends. However it gave me the chance to visit my sister, who lives only ten minutes from my mom. The thing is Mark and Molly my sister definitely don't get on, so I always go round on my own, leaving Mark with my mom for a couple of hours.
We'd been doing the drive over for about five months when on visiting Molly, I found out she wasn't well. So instead of catching anything, I told my sister I'd see her another time and headed back to my moms house.
Entering, I heard the distinct sounds of sex, and thought my mom must have gone out and Mark was watching porn. Just about to step into the lounge, I saw movement and heard my mom say "Oh yeh, fuck me like that". Moving closer, I peeked around the open door and saw my mom knelt up on the rug infront of her fire naked. Behind her was my husband and he too was naked. Leaning onto her back half stood up, half squatting down he was thrusting his cock into my moms asshole from behind.
I'm supposed to say now how pissed off I was. How angry I was, and how I wanted to run in and beat my husband and my mom. It didn't happen that way. It didn't happen that way at all.
Mom, my sister and I lost my dad six years ago. Since then my mom hadn't had any guys around, and I knew from things I'd heard from Molly, my mom and dad were very sexually active. So seeing my husbands cock sliding in and out of my moms asshole, and hearing the obvious delight and pleasure in her voice and moans, I actually felt relief and an overwhelming feeling of love towards them both.
Watching them fuck so beautifully together, I didn't become turned on as such, but I did feel a type of sexual longing for my mom to enjoy Mark's cock as much as I do. On and on he fucked her from behind. And I watched as my own mother orgasmed once and then as Mark began to thrust harder and deeper up her asshole, she climaxed again.
Knowing Mark and his "sounds" I knew he was close.
What happened next will stay in my memory forever. Mark pulled out of my moms asshole, spun her around and just as he put his cock to her mouth to receive his cum, she saw me.
It was too late and Mark came filling her mouth. Still looking at me with Mark telling her to, my mom swallowed my husbands cum. Looking down at where she sat, I smiled at my mom, put my right index finger to my lips and walked out.
It was half an hour later when I walked back in, and they were both dressed and drinking coffee in the kitchen. Mark kissed me and said we should go soon. All my mother did was smile at me and look away embarrassed.
Nothing was said about what I'd seen before or as we left, but I did whisper to my mom, I'd speak to her the following day.
We did talk, and talked for hours over the phone. I realized just how lonely my mom was then and how much she missed the physical side of her marriage to my dad. Throughout our conversation, I couldn't get the image of Mark fucking her asshole out of my head. So I told her how I'd felt watching them fuck and how and what would happen from then on.
It's now been five months since I saw my husband fucking my mom, and my mom and me have become so close since. We talk about everything, and I do mean everything she and Mark do together. He still doesn't know I know, but then I'm fine with him staying in the dark for now.
It's a family situation that will and could last for as long as I'm married to Mark, or they stop fucking on their own behalf. Mark and I still have sex, lots of sex and more probably than I want. I'm not saying our situation is for everyone and not everyone would accept it. But then I loved my mom long before I was married to mark, and I'll still love her no matter what. Sharing my husband with her isn't a burden to me, nor is it as I see it, in any way compromising our marriage. If anything, my mom's helping me by keeping him sexually happy within my family. And besides with his large cock, he's got enough for the both of us.

Daddy's Girl

I've always been close to my daddy, especially since my mom passed away when I was young. He never remarried, he always told me that all the wanted to do was focus on his little girl. Maybe it had to do with how I resemble my mom so much, but who knows.

I noticed the loneliness was getting to my dad. Sometimes I hear him crying at night, sometimes I hear porn coming from his room, but it just broke my heart how much he sacrificed for me. I introduced him to Tinder before I left for college. He didn't seem interested at all. He said that Tinder was just for fooling around and all it is is heartbreak.

Things just got messier each time I visited home. Empty beer bottles sat on the table, nothing was cleaned, the house was in disrepair. Kinda made me feel guilty each time I hooked up with a guy. I always told my dad, sometimes with details, and he was always just glad that I could have fun. COVID hit and I decided to move back home. Things got better, he seemed to care more and made an effort. It made me feel better on the inside.

Well, fingering, vibrators, and dildos can only do so much for me. I started to really crave some cock. I turned to Tinder, but it was slim pickings because I was in a small suburb. I matched with a guy named Brett, about 15 years older than me. I debated for about a minute before messaging him. We actually clicked! Our conversations were fun, we seemed to have a lot in common, and the sexting was mmmmm

After a week or so of getting to know each other, he finally asked if I wanted to meet him at a local bar. I happily said yes and got ready to go. My dad saw and asked where I was going. I told him I was going to meet with a friend at a bar. Being such a dad, he got up and was like, "I'm driving. If anything goes bad, call me and I'll be right there." I couldn't convince him off it.

He drops me off at the curb and I walk inside the bar. It was kind of busy, but luckily a booth was open. I ordered a Long Island Iced Tea with an extra shot. I was kinda nervous, honestly, but it helped that Brett said he'd pay for everything. 10 minutes go by and still no Brett. I was kinda getting tipsy from the Long Island Iced Tea, though.

I look up from my phone and got confused because I saw my dad approaching me. Maybe I forgot something in the car? My dad walks right up and sits in the booth with me. I'm like, "Um... what're you doing?" And he goes, "I'm here to meet you."

I was so confused until he pulled out his phone and showed me Brett's Tinder profile. My heart sank and I was like No... No... Not possible, but the more I scroll up, the more of our chats I saw. My dad goes, "Baby girl..." and I'm like, "NO! You don't get to say that!" and storm off in a huff.

I Uber home some time later and find my dad sitting on the couch. I clean up and get into bed, he comes into my room and sits beside me. I ignore him until he actually got under the covers and starts spooning me. I squirm in his arms while he tries to soothe me, saying something like, "Please I thought we clicked so well, I'm the same guy as Brett..."

He starts feeling me up and down, starts repeating some of the stuff Brett and I sexted to each other. Then it dawned on me, my dad... is happy. "Are... are you happy?" I weakly asked and he goes, "Yes, yes baby girl, so happy."

That's when I caved and turned to look at him. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before sneaking under the covers. In an instant, I had his cock in my mouth while he groaned like mad. He was so hard in my mouth and it turned me on so much knowing how pleased he is. I climb on top of him and take my bottoms off. "Are you sure?" I ask and he nods so eagerly, "Yes baby girl, yes please!"

I slid him inside my pussy and we begin to pleasure each other. Once he told me he was about to cum, I got off and finished him with my mouth. He finished me off using a dildo and his tongue on my clit.

Our new relationship has been going on for a year now. I started the pill so that he could cum inside me. I decided not to return to campus so that I could continue making my dad happy.

Daddy's Girl

Where to start. This morning I suppose.
Like a thousand mornings before, I entered his bedroom, lifted the duvet and took hold of his cock. Sucking it in, he quickly became erect and once he did, I mounted his cock, put his hands on my breasts and rode my father until my urges were satisfied and he'd cum deep inside my pussy.

Mother left us to start a life with her lover. Dad was hurt, but I was angry and frustrated he wasn't.
I'd hear him masturbating often and wonder why my mother didn't want him sexually.
I grew a little older and my fascination with my fathers sexual habits, became my own. I'd masturbate when I knew he was. That became from my point of view, like he was pleasuring me. And ultimately I wanted him to.

Even though I tried earlier, nothing happened between us. He told me it was wrong, but I always saw his erection in his shorts. And it looked big.
Sixteen and three quarters, that's how old I was. How long I'd waited to enjoy him taking me. But in the end it was me who took him.

He'd gotten home semi drunk. He hardy drank, so the few beers he had at his Christmas party at work was enough to make him extremely merry. And I took advantage.
Removing his soaking wet clothes from walking home in the rain, I didn't stop until I'd removed his boxers. He protested, but I can be quite persistent.
And that was the first time I saw his cock.

Mother didn't leave my dad because of his cock size. She left because he's working class and her new man (Who she's still with) is worth a lot of money.

Not giving my father a chance to say no, I bobbed my head down and sucked in his already growing cock. It was beautiful, amazing and I just did as I'd done with my boyfriend many times before.
Only my boyfriend's cock wasn't anywhere near as big or as thick.
I did struggle at first, but once I got used to its size and my father stopped trying to move me away, I really began to enjoy giving my daddy a blow job. And it wasn't long before he put his hands on my head and began pushing his cock deeper in my mouth.

Gripping my long brunette hair, daddy took a little control and I felt my pussy tremble with lust and anticipation. And when I become that sexualised, there's no stopping my urges and needs. Lifting off his cock, I looked into his eyes and there was only love, lust and a sense of finally giving in.
It had taken a long time and lots of flirting, flashing and teasing to get to where I was three and a bit years ago.
I'd wanted him inside of me for so long. Masturbated countless times thinking of my daddy fucking me, and there was his gorgeous cock stood erect and pulsing in front of me.

Just like this morning, I took hold of his cock, stroked it with one hand as I removed my knickers with the other. Not once did we take our eyes off of each other and the lust was flowing through him by then.
I'd only had on my knickers and a t shirt for bed. But had waiting downstairs for him to get home, sat under my duvet I'd dragged from my bed.
Putting my legs over his, he did say we shouldn't, but he held my hips and helped guide his cock to my pussy opening.

Looking down on him, I sank down quickly and his cock felt so big as it penetrated me. The moment his cock filled my vagina, I knew we'd never stop being lovers.
The sex was so full of passionate energy and also relief. Relief that after so long wanting to feel his cock deep inside of me, I was finally being fucked by the man I loved most in the world.
Every part of me wanted him inside and over the next twenty minutes as I rode his cock first, then him fucking me doggy style from behind, I couldn't stop orgasming.
Leaning right over me, thrusting so hard up my pussy, his groans got louder and I heard him saying he was cumming.
I didn't want him to pull out, so I reached back and pulled him harder back into my love hole.
His cock erupted deep inside of me and I came myself again.
It was beautiful, wonderful and so much more than I'd ever imagined.

We collapsed together on the sofa, then with him telling me how much he loved me, I kissed my father as a lover.
Even though we'd just had sex, I didn't want to sleep in his bed. I'm not sure why, but it didn't seem right, which given we'd just had sex might appear strange.
We didn't have sex again for nearly a fortnight. My father felt guilty and I had my monthly, but I was desperate to feel him inside of me again.
So one evening as he showered, I joined him. It was different to our first time, not only because of where we fucked, but also how we fucked. There was still lots of love shown both ways, but the sex became more carnal, dirtier and asking me about birth control, I took my daddy's cock up my arsehole.
He wanted to make sure I couldn't get pregnant and fucking my arsehole was definitely one way to ensure that.
Plus I'd always wanted to experience anal sex. And to my great joy, I absolutely loved it. So much so, I orgasm multiple times as my daddy fucked me with the water spraying over us both.

From then on, every single day we've had sex. I cannot get enough of my daddy fucking my mouth, pussy and arsehole. You could say I'm a bit of a nymphomaniac. Or you could just understand I'm definitely daddy's girl.
We still sleep separately and both enjoy our own bed space. Occasionally I will fall asleep after sex. But invariably ill go to my room once I wake up, or after my father hard on wakes me up.

Don't you just love waking up to a hard thick cock, knowing the man you're with, loves everything about you.
Love you daddy.

Father And Son

This is a simple confession. I'm fucking my boss, who is also my father in law Mark.
We began having sex even before I met his son. And even though he's a far better lover than his son, I stopped having sex with Mark for a while.
But I missed his larger cock, and how he fucked me. So once Mark promoted me at work, I began enjoying his gorgeous cock again.
When I married his son, we promised each other never to say anything and again ceased having sex. Yet if you knew just how good we are together sexually you'd understand why recently I've been taking Mark's cock orally and anally.
I cannot risk pregnancy with Mark and his son doesn't like me on birth control, so Mark now gets to enjoy my mouth and rear hole only.
Which given he always fucks me to multiple orgasms up my bum, I certainly don't mind and even crave.
Some people might see all this as being a horrible thing to do. But I see it as keeping two men I love, extremely happy. hflmquu

Bad Girl?

My father and I have always been very close with me truly being daddy’s little girl. At age 15 my mother, the whore, ran off with a younger rock musician leaving myself and dad. My father is a very hard worker, giving us a nice life style but he lives to provide. My mother hits him up for money now and again and much to my protest that he not, he gives it to her. He always finds time for me and I’m happiest when he and I are together. Having said this, I knew he was lonely and going through the loss of mom very, very hard. This isn’t to say he couldn’t find another because the women, some of which were good friends of my mother, are always hitting on him. I have night terrors often and usually about mom and her actions. I would crawl into bed with dad and having him close, his arms around me brought me comfort. Many times while spooning I could feel his erection against my bum. I probably spent 2-4 nights a week sleeping with him with neither of us doing anything inappropriate. Don’t ask me why, but one night when I was 17, I reached back and placed my hand on his cock. He was as always, wearing pj bottoms but my hand massaged his penis hard. He whispered to me that we should not and told me to go back to my room. I rolled over to face him pulling my panties off and taking my tshirt off as well. I told him that I’m not a virgin, I’m on the pill and I want to please him. He said definitely not but oddly asked how long I had these thoughts. I said that I love him, know what he’s going through and then told him that I have masturbated to fantasies of him eating me and being in me. There was total silence for at least ten minutes that felt like hours, even days. I suddenly threw the covers off me and asked if he would eat me. He positioned himself over me and then kissed me so beautifully, so gently and warm. He spent so much time caressing my body, suckling my B cup breasts and working his way to my love patch. He ate my pussy so well like I had never experienced bringing me to an earth moving orgasm. I asked him, daddy please fuck me and he did. I’m 23 now, have a boyfriend but to this day, dad and I make love. A lot of people reading this will be disgusted and I understand that. I don’t care. I love my father. He is my biggest fan and has and would do anything for me. Making love to him is my greatest joy and I will do so until he wishes not.

Sharing Myself

Years ago my son, 15, saw the despair I was in at his father leaving me for a very much younger woman. I began drinking to numb myself from the pain I felt, often crying myself to sleep. My son one night came into my bedroom and crawled under the covers to hold and comfort me. I have always slept in the raw so my son was holding his nude mother close to him, spooning. I could feel his erection through his sweatpants pushing into the crack of my butt. He too was crying, telling me how much it hurt him to see me in pain. He kissed the nape of my neck and I rolled over where his mouth met mine and we kissed tenderly. He suckled on my breasts and I will admit I made no move to stop him and in fact allowed my hand to play with his hardness. He came in his sweats within a couple of minutes and left my bed and bedroom out of a sort of embarrassment. The next day we behaved like nothing happened.

The next night two days after that particular night, he hearing me sobbing, came into my bed again but this time taking his pj bottoms off, completely nude and again spooning with me. I told him that this was not proper between a mother and son and asked him to leave. He said that he saw nothing wrong in comforting me, holding me and he spooned with me again, his hardness pushing into my bum crack. I gave him a hand job and his semen shot a foot or so into the air. There was no embarrassment this time and he asked that he get to pleasure me. He asked about performing oral on me and I said certainly not. He put his fingers into my sopping wetness and then smelled them and placed my wetness into his mouth. “Please mom” is what he said and then moved himself and his face between my legs. I could have stopped him but did not. It was awkward of course but I directed him to do as I needed and after 20 minutes or so I came and came hard. He loved it as did I. I then direct him to come over me and enter me where he started slamming me like a jackhammer. I slowed him down and said his slower movements felt better. When he came I held him there and enjoyed the feeling of his penis throbbing his cum into me. We fell to sleep in each others arms. We slept together from then on even when he had girlfriends. This isn’t to say that we had a fuckfest every night. In fact our love making happened fewer than 5-6 times a month but our nightly cuddling, sleeping together was a constant. Neither of us spoke a word to anyone about our connection. We were very, very close. Hardly ever a crossword between us. I eventually stopped drinking and he went to tech college where he now resides in a small town hours away. We talk on the phone everyday and his girlfriend is wonderful. Of course he and I stopped making love once he turned 18 or so. As wrong as I’m sure everyone reading this will believe it to be, I honestly don’t know if I would even be alive today if it wasn’t for my son and the love shared between us. Neither of us have any regrets.

I Couldn't Stop

I’ve always been a very sexual person. Even as a young girl, I was curious, touching myself, exploring my body in secret, always craving more than what was considered "appropriate." When I met my husband, I thought I had found the perfect match. He was attentive, passionate, and our sex life was active and fulfilling. We had a great marriage, full of love, laughter, and desire. But there was always something missing, a hunger that never quite went away, no matter how many times he made me cum.

I guess I've always been a cheater, have that need inside me for extra, different, forbidden cock, but mostly I've managed to control it. I cheated on my husband a number of times, while dating, while engaged, while married, just a few times here and there, not too bad considering the *need* inside me and the chances, invitations, propositions I had.

Then we had a son. I worked at being a good mother and wife, caring for our family as best I could. Of course I did slip up here and there, once or twice a year, I wasn't a saint. The need inside me hadn't magically disappeared, and honestly it was quite easy to do and get away with. My husband oblivious to what I do during the day as while he is at work. Not enough to be a problem, but just barely enough to keep the need manageable.

Then things changed a bit. My son was older, and it was very difficult to take care of things with an eager cock, with less time to myself. Much more difficult, not impossible.

It started innocently enough. I knew it was time for "the talk." But I didn’t want to make it awkward or clinical like every parent does. I wanted him to understand that sex and sexual play wasn’t something to be ashamed of. Maybe it was the exhibitionist in me, or maybe I just wanted to be the kind of mother I never had, open, honest, unafraid.

One afternoon, I caught him in his room, his hand down his pants, a nudie magazine splayed open on his bed. My husband’s old stash, no doubt. Instead of scolding him, I smiled and told him not to worry, that it was natural. The relief in his eyes was real.

I glanced at the page he was looking at, some hot, airbrushed bimbo with huge tits and pouty lips, quite sexy. I laughed and said, "Real women don’t look like that, you know. All that magic makeup and airbrushing…", almost feeling insecure about my appearance, my small tits and skinny legs. But then he looked up at me, his voice soft but certain: "but you're prettier than any of them" his eyes flicking to my tits, and my tummy.

My heart skipped. My cheeks flushed. I should have ignored it and walked away. But I didn’t.

From that moment on, I made a point of being more open about my body around him. I’d walk around in just a t-shirt and panties, or a robe that didn’t quite cover everything, a pronounced bounce in my step making my unencumbered tits jiggle and my little ass undulate. I told myself it was about normalizing the female body, the *human* body, about making him comfortable. But the truth? I liked the way his eyes lingered on me. I liked the way he’d glance away when I caught him looking, only to steal another peek when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

Slowly he became more comfortable and less shy about erections and masturbation, more and more often I caught him playing with his cock, and soon he would keep going even if he was caught, saw me watching. In no time he was even leaving the bedroom and bathroom doors open while jerking off. I would just smile and joke "have fun" or "don't break that thing", letting him know it was just fine with me.

One evening, he was on the couch, absentmindedly touching himself through his pants while watching TV. I was feeling particularly horny that day when I sat down beside him, my skirt riding up just enough to tease. His cock was hard, tenting his sweatpants, and I could see he was slightly nervous with me sitting so close.
"Need some help?" I asked, my voice soft, my fingers already reaching for him. He froze, his eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. But he *didn’t* say no.

I wrapped my hand around his young cock, feeling the heat of him, the way it twitched under my touch. It was smaller than my husband’s, of course, but so hard, so eager. I stroked him slowly, pretending this was just another lesson, another way to show him that his body was nothing to be ashamed of.

But the way he moaned, the way his hips jerked when he orgasmed, dry, but his whole body trembling, sent a rush of heat between my legs. I had to excuse myself to my room, leaving the door open just in case he wanted to watch (or maybe I wanted him to) but he didn’t follow me *that* day.

The real turning point was when I caught him watching me after a shower.

The bathroom door was open wider than I’d left it. I stepped out, a towel wrapped loosely around me, and there he was, sitting on his bed, his hand moving furiously under the blankets,cheeks flushed.

I could have scolded him. I could have covered up.

I married Callum my husband at a relatively young age. I was nineteen and thought I knew everything. It turned out I didn't know anything. Callum was and is a bully. Not at first during our dating or even around a year after we got married, but his true nature soon came out.
It soon became apparent he wanted me to be a slut for him at all times, even when his friends were around. Sometimes making me fuck him in front of them. And on one occasion when they were all drunk, he had three of his so called mates have sex with me. I absolutely hated it and him for making me, but the refusal I gave him at first brought me a black eye and a blooded nose.
My family all kind of knew about the violence and intimidation, except one. But all I got back from them was "We told you so".
Yes I was wrong not to listen to them about being too young, to impetuous, but to be abandoned with them knowing I was taking beatings, really really hurt me.
After a particular bad punch to the face this time last year, because I wouldn't let Callum's friend fuck my asshole when they were watching football, I called by my moms home. She was drunk as usual and had her new "Boyfriend" around who was also drunk. I was about to leave having only been there a minute, when her youngest brother Alex who I'd hardly seen since I was about seven, turned up out of the blue to collect some money he'd loaned her. He looked at my mother and then at me. I don't know why, but I broke down crying, sobbing really and I just couldn't stop. My mom shouted at me for being such a "Drama queen" as she called it, as my face in her opinion wasn't too badly swollen.
Alex laughed, then sneered at my mom, said something I'm not going to repeat and gripped my hand. Taking me to his car Alex asked me if my moms new boyfriend had hit me. When I told him it was Callum who'd caused the injuries, he looked at me with complete astonishment.
He hadn't known about Callum's beatings and really tried to get me to tell him more but I was too upset. Alex had tried to get me to say something because as I later found out, Callum used to be one of his favorite students at his martial arts school.
Sat in his car, I sobbed my heart out as he drove me to his apartment. Eventually I calmed down enough and realized it was the first time I'd cried in years. All throughout my beatings and sexual intimidation, I'd held all my emotions in check, especially when I'd been hit.
In a hour long sprawl in Alex's apartment, of frustrated emotional outbursts, I told Alex absolutely everything. From thinking I knew what was best for me, right down to being forced to fuck Callum's friends over a two hour period, where they did absolutely anything they wanted with me.
Again I cried at the end of my retelling. Alex put his huge muscular arms around me and said "That's the last time you'll have to cry about anything like that again.
Alex phoned Callum once I'd given him his number, to tell him I was staying over. And even though Alex was twenty feet away, I could hear Callum shouting down on the other end of the phone. It scared me, but once Alex put the phone down, he came over to me and said "I promise you, it's the last time he'll ever threaten a member of my family again".
I don't know why exactly. Whether it was the emotion, or just sheer relief at being safe, but I reached up to Alex, held his head and kissed him on the lips. It was meant to be a thank you kiss at first, but I carried on until I was kissing him passionately. Alex backed away and told me it wasn't right, saying he was my uncle and he'd only be taking advantage of my emotional state.
It was that last part I thought about in his guest bedroom later as I lay in bed. He'd said, he'd only be taking advantage of me. In other words, if I wasn't upset, he'd possibly see me as a woman he'd be attracted to. Thinking about it for a long time, I got out of bed, slipped off the t shirt he'd borrowed me and lowered my panties to the floor. Opening the bedroom door, I walked the forty paces to his bedroom door, opened it and saw a tall, muscular man called Uncle Alex lying naked on his bed. His cock was flaccid and lay to one side. His face was turned away from me, but I could hear him gently breathing in a deep sleep. Crossing to the bed, I sat by him, leaned over and in one motion took his flaccid cock into my hands, lowered my body, then let his cock slip into my mouth.
I'd been slowly sucking on his cock for about a minute, when I felt his hands take hold of my head gently. He pulled me up and said "This is wrong, you shouldn't be" But before he could finish what he was saying, I lowered myself again and took in more of his thick veiny cock. His cock reacted and within less than a minute had become totally erect. Gently holding his large balls, I squeezed a little and took as much as I could of his long thick manhood.
When Alex took hold of my head again, it wasn't to pull me off of him, it was to hold it to set the rhythm of him fucking my mouth. There was no forcing, just a gentle pressure to ensure I sucked his cock the way he liked it. Every vein in his cock felt divine in my mouth, as did his massive cock head. When I heard Alex's breathing later, I knew he was on the verge of cumming. Moving my hands beneath his ass, I pulled him further down my throat, letting Alex know it was fine for him to cum in my mouth.
Then all of a sudden Alex stopped. He quickly moved us around so his face was between my legs. Apologizing to me, he said it wasn't "Gentlemanly" to let only him have the enjoyment. No sooner than I'd taken his cock back into my mouth, I felt his hot breath on the inside of my thighs, then felt his warm wet tongue slide up between my labia's and on to my clitoris.
It was the first time in years I felt totally relaxed during sex and I came instantly. My orgasm was so surprising, I didn't have time to stop myself from shaking, and with my body convulsing I took Alex's cock all the way to the base, down my throat. It was that, that had Alex's cock explode in my mouth. His semen just kept on flooding down my throat as he fucked me orally. It was to me the most beautiful sexual encounter I'd ever had and I also felt if I wasn't being silly, loved.
Myself and Alex lay there talking about nothing, with my head on his massive chest. He didn't mention Callum once, but talked about things that lovers say to each other after sex. Turning my head up, he kissed me just as passionately as I'd kissed him earlier. I responded and felt for the first time in a very long time, wanted for being me, for being the attractive young woman I am, and not just a fuck tool.
Asking me if I'd sleep with him, he got in behind me when I said yes and I could feel his hard cock shaft pressing on my lower back. Turning my head a little, I asked my uncle if he would enter me. The feeling of his cock sliding inside my body was so perfect, I cried silently, letting tears flow as Alex slowly and gently fucked me from behind. His huge arms circled me, making me feel safe, making feel loved and making our lovemaking close and beautiful.
I don't know for how long we had sex. I didn't care to imagine him not in my body. It was a very slow deep penetration of my pussy, that I had some of the longest most intensive orgasms I'd ever had. And they just kept on cumming (Pun intended).
Moving me so I was lay back to his chest, Alex carried on fucking me, building up his rhythm until I knew he was going to cum. Putting my head next to his, I whispered to him ..(continue confession)

For as long as I can remember in my sexual life, I've always lusted after, but never dared to actually try to have sex with my brother Todd. He's such a wonderful person, extremely fit with a gorgeous muscular body and a cock most men would love to have. His cock (I now know after measuring it) measures almost nine inches long and is six and quarter inches around.
Things changed for us when Todd broke up with his girlfriend/fiancee and came to live with me. She'd cheated on him (Stupid bitch) with a guy she used to date. Moving into my apartment, it was obvious he was hurt, but I tried to make things better for him. Then after Todd had been living with me for around a month, we were having a drink and chatting.
Todd asked me why women always seemed to want to cheat. I answered him by telling him I'd never ever cheat on him. When he asked what I meant, I told him about my sexual life long crush on him. And that many many times I'd masturbated thinking it was him who was making me orgasm.
For next couple of hours there wasn't much talk. Todd stood up, dropped his comfy shorts and revealed his cock was already rising. I didn't need a second invitation as I sank down to my knees and took my brothers gorgeous cock into my mouth. After all the years of yearning to suck on his dick, I found having it sliding over my tongue made me cum.
And so it went on for the next two hours or so. I'd suck his cock and lick his balls, or he'd suck on my breasts and then my pussy, licking and sucking hard on my clit. We both took turns to pleasure one another then join together into a sixty nine to drive each other to sexual distraction. I came countless times with his huge cock leaking lots of pre cum. Then it finally happened. Having me lay over the arm of my couch, Todd my own brother, entered my pussy from behind. I climaxed straight away and begged him to fuck me hard. And Todd didn't let me down.
We fucked as if our lives were dependent on making each other high on sex. And with his wonderful hard cock poundng me to one orgasm after another, I can honestly say I've never once with any of my lovers, had so many intense and pleasurable climaxes.
Doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl (Had to look up some of these terms) My legs right over my head as he fucked me from above, and then the real heart stopper as I was in the same position, Todd took his cock out of my pussy and guided it to my asshole. Telling him I wanted him to fuck me there, he slid his cock right upto the hilt and began to fuck my ass much harder than he'd screwed my pussy. If I thought having his awesome dick up my pussy was great then having him fuck my asshole was so amazing, I actually cried with total joy.
Learning my brother cums like a cork flying out of Champagne bottle, was just the final and incredible pleasure. His hot cum spurted up my asshole that quickly and that forcefully, I orgasmed without knowing I was going to. And our love making didn't stop there. Todd lay next to me as we gently kissed. Kissing sexually for the first time in our lives. Stroking one another's bodies and sex, Todd slid down my body and began to lick and suick on my pussy again. Then lifting my legs high and back, he stuck his tongue right up my asshole and started to tongue out his own cum. It was too much for me and I had yet another orgasm. Minute after minute of him tonguing my pussy then my asshole, had me longing for his cock again. Telling Todd to fuck me, he got behind me, held me tightly to him and entered me from behind. Spooning his own sister, Todd fucked me gently but so deeply until we both climaxed almost at the same time.
Todd slept in my bed that night and we continued to have sex. It wasn't until the sun was just rising that we spoke a full sentence to each other again. Todd asked me if it was going to be a one off. Sucking in his cock again and then mounting it anally, taking his cock up deep my asshole, told my brother he could fuck me when ever he wanted to.
Later that day I asked him to move in with me permanently.
For the last eight months Todd and I have been living as lovers if not a married couple. Our sexual life is just amazing, and our relationship just gets closer and better each day. We both know each other won't cheat or hurt the other, which helps to keep us very much attracted to one another. That, and the fact we have such a varied, active and dirty sex life.
There is nothing I won't do for my brother, nothing. God I love you so much Todd.