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I always idolized my big brother while we were growing up. He's 5 years older than I am and he's always been my hero. Even when I was little I always thought he was the most handsome and wonderful man in the world and no other man could ever possibly live up to his example. By the time I was 16 my opinion of him hadn't changed much. By then he was 21 and had his own apartment. He was also dating this total bitch that I really hated. I had just gotten my license at the time and I remember him calling me up one Saturday night because he and his girlfriend were at this party and they were both way too drunk to drive and they wanted a ride back to his apartment. So, being that he was my big brother and I loved him, I went to pick them up. After picking them up, they both sat together in the backseat laughing their asses off and making out. Then all of the sudden as we were halfway home it suddenly grew very quiet and I heard my brother start to moan. I looked in the rearview mirror and I couldn't see his girlfriend, but he was laying back with his eyes closed moaning in pleasure. I readjusted the rearview mirror so I could get a good view of the backseat and that's when I saw my brother's bare cock in plain sight as his girlfriend's lips moved up and down the length of his shaft, sucking on it. I had never actually seen a guy's cock before and I was suddenly fascinated. It was bigger than I imagined. I found myself taking a detour so I could continue to watch them. My pussy actually started to grow wet as I listened to my brother's moans of pleasure and watched her lips slide up and down on his cock. I had never seen anything that hot in my life. Suddenly my brother spasmed a little and I saw a tiny dribble of cum running down his cock, which she quickly slurped up. I couldn't believe I was actually watching my brother have an orgasm. It was very arousing in a naughty kind of way and I couldn't help but wonder what his cum tasted like. That night I replayed the whole thing in my mind over and over again as I lay in bed masturbating.

That following summer I got into a huge fight with my mom and went to stay with my brother at his apartment. For some reason, the whole time I was there I became determined that I was going to get my brother to stop thinking of me as just his nerdy little sister and start seeing me for the beautiful young woman that I'd become. I didn't know why it was so important to me and part of me knew it was probably weird to be thinking like that in the first place, but I didn't care. I started dressing up as sexy as I could just to get his attention. I'd purposely leave thongs and other sexy underwear lying around here and there and one time I even went so far as to purposely leave the bathroom door halfway open while I was in the shower, in the hope that he might be tempted to sneak a naughty little peek at how his little sister was developing, but no matter what I did he still just treated me like his bratty kid sister.

Finally, one night when we were both sitting there bored in his apartment he cracked open a case of beer and actually let me drink with him. I instantly started going on and on about how competitive the girls at my school could be when it came to boys and all of the sudden my brother actually came out and told me how attractive I was. I was flattered as hell because I honestly didn't think he had ever thought of me like that before. I instantly started gushing about how handsome he was and how much I idolized him and the more I drank the more flirty I became. I finally came out and told him that I'd never actually kissed a boy before, which was a flat out lie. Then I asked him if he could show me how. I knew it was sick, but I just wanted to see what it was like to kiss him. I hoped like hell that he would take it as an innocent request from an ignorant girl who just wanted to learn a thing or two and not be grossed out by the whole idea and lucky for me, after some thought, he actually accepted my request. We took a moment to position ourselves properly, then he slowly leaned in and our lips met. It actually didn't feel weird at all. After a very short while our lips parted and he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I was a little embarrassed at first that I instantly felt my pussy grow wet as he massaged my tongue with his own, but slowly I could feel the sexual tension growing between us and it excited me. I took a chance and reached down and began to stroke his crotch as we made out. I felt his cock instantly grow hard. I started to unzip his jeans and he immediately pulled away from me and asked me what I was doing in a shocked voice. I just hushed him, pulled out his cock and began sucking on it. His mood instantly changed as he told me how he couldn't believe this was happening and how wrong it was but also how beautiful and sexy I was as he ran his fingers through my hair. I continued to run my lips up and down his cock until I finally felt him spasm and I could taste his cum pumping into my mouth.
After that I took my shirt off and let him play with my tits. Then I let him eat me out until I couldn't take it anymore. Finally, I let him stick his cock in my eager pussy. I told him not to cum in me and he agreed. After all, he is my brother. And with that he took my virginity right then and there. I couldn't imagine a better person to give it to than my hero, my idol, my big brother. The person I loved most in the entire world.

Afterward, he felt guilty for what he had done, but the next part is probably what I'm most ashamed of myself. I actually blackmailed him into doing it again and again by threatening to tell everyone about what we had done. After all, not only did he bang his little sister, but a minor on top of that. And after that was said and done I can't even count how many times we did it that summer, but it was pretty obvious that as soon as he got past his initial guilt he enjoyed what he was doing just from the way he'd cry out my name each time he came.

It's been years since then and we've both grown up, gotten married (I'm currently divorced), and had kids. But there have been a few occasions over the years where we've both gotten together to reminisce over a few drinks and ended up fucking eachother's brains out in a motel room. It's our naughty little secret and there's just something so hot about it.

My Dad’s A Cock Whore

I fucked my dad when I was 16. This happened 7 years after my parents divorced. I was a teenager and horny and curious enough to give it a go. I couldn’t believe that my very masculine dad wanted me sexually. There was no indication or clue that my dad ever had sex with another man.

His ass was already lubed before he even asked me to fuck him. He pulled down my boxers and sucked my flaccid cock until I was hard enough to fuck him. He wanted me to fuck him on his back. We mostly fuck in his bed which is larger and more comfortable than mine.

I couldn’t believe how tight and hot his felt on my hard cock. His was tighter than my girlfriend’s pussy. The other difference was that he could take a good pounding. He never objected no matter how rough I fucked him.

I loved the satisfaction of see my dad’s mouth on my hard cock and seeing my cock up his ass. I like going in my balls-deep on the first stroke. And the way he uses his mouth to clean my cum covered cock after I’ve shot my load in his ass. He either cums when I fuck him or he jerks off after I’m done.

His cock gets harder when I insult him and slap his ass. He especially loves it when I call his ass a “dad pussy” or his “man c**t”. My dad’s a hairy guy but he get a full body wax regularly because I prefer a smooth body. He started wearing a cock cage about two months after I started fucking him. He loves the humiliation and the submission.

I’ve never imagined fucking my dad but he’s incredibly sexual and practically insatiable. I’m married and neither my wife nor my mom have any idea that my dad likes a hard cock up his ass.

I'm 16 and female, and also a virgin. I've posted before.

I want so so badly to be raped.

I have a fantasy where a guy stalks me, and then abducts me. I want to be fucked mercilessly. I don't care how old he is, or how many guys do it.

I also want him (or them) to get me pregnant. It turns me on. I want them to breed me as they see fit. I would love to be all swollen with his baby. I have such a strong urge to breast feed too. I really would love to have my breasts (which are currently a 36c) all filled with milk. It's also a turn for him to suckle from them.

I would want him to keep raping me while I was pregnant and nursing too.

I kinda hope he keeps me like a pet. To have a cage and a food bowl, and for him to collar me and keep me naked all the time.

I have such animalistic desires it's not even funny.

Sometimes I go on omegle, and ask men to rape me. I secretly hope they track my IP address (tho I think it's impossible there) and try to find me.

Thinking about this stuff makes me dripping wet too.

My biggest fantasy is to live my life out having babies every 9 months...

Not just any babies...big black babies.

I've always had pale white skin, and I get chills when I imagine a big, dark hand on my stomach, moving across my pearly white skin, up my body and over my breasts and chest. I'm pretty small, too, so I can only imagine laying against a huge 6-foot plus body as he feels me up. I'd feel like a queen in her throne, even though I'm about to be used as a baby maker.

And that's the thing: I love the objectification of it. I love the idea that my value is in so primitive a use. It's my body that's useful, no more than that. Once the seed is in, you could hang me up from ceiling for 9 months- it wouldn't matter- and then a baby would come out. Sometimes I fantasize about that- about being kind of useless even still. I mean, I can only have one baby every nine months. That's so inefficient. Meanwhile men are ready to breed every day. Even as an object I have my limits.

I can just imagine though, being a part of some commune somewhere where black men and white women come together to make as many babies as possible. I can imagine Breeding Day, when I'll get pregnant again...when all of those black men swarm me in my bed and take me over and over, filling me up until I'm literally overflowing with their thick, hot seed. It'd last for hours, another cock entering just after one blows inside me. Then I'd really be like a pearl- a bright white patch amid a big shell of dark skin. And then when the crowd is dispersed, I have to keep my hips raised for 24 hours so that it can all sink in.

Or hell, even something less formal would do! I meet a guy at a party, I let him take me, I experience the wonders of black cock for the first time, and he gets me pregnant with no effort. Then I feel his baby growing in my belly, getting big very quickly. At 6 months, people are already asking if I'm having twins...but no, it's just because black babies are much bigger and stronger than white ones. I love that idea, that the baby inside me is getting bigger and bigger- enough to scare and shock people. And I'd show it off too. I'd wear unfitting clothes everywhere, letting my stretched pale orb peek out from under my shirt. I'd revel in those "how trashy" looks I'd get. And from the outside they can't even tell that there's a nice black baby inside of that trashy-looking belly.

And I would love every part of it. I'd love getting big and heavy. Each pain, each pause to breathe a reminder that someone has marked me. Someone has laid claim to my body and now their child is ruining its youthful beauty. It would feel so good to have that stretched belly feeling like it's about to burst. That would be pure bliss, a sign that I'm at the epitome of womanhood. And I've done my evolutionary duty by breeding with the best.

Then once I do all that work pushing out my darling big black baby...I start to feel the itch. At first it's not so great, but as I heal it grows and grows until I'm consumed by it: I need to be pregnant again. I start recklessly seeking out black seed wherever i can get it just get pregnant. Baring life is my life now, and I can't feel alive when I'm not full with a black baby. So no matter the cost, I have to have another, and another, and another. I get addicted so easily. I get the tramp stamp and everything just to let people know that's what I do in life: I lay around and get fat with black men's babies.

I'd love to live that life.

I have always enjoyed being bossed around. My father was a hard ass, ex marine, and he bossed me, my mother and my two sisters around. When it came time for me to date, I just could not get interested in these nice guys. Polite doesn't cut it with me. I need a man who rides me hard, fucks me, and keeps me under his thumb.

It isn't only me, my sisters are pretty much the same. We all have hard asses for husbands, red necks, who 'don't take no shit from a woman' types.

During our bearing years, we joked that we were the last of the breed, pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen.

I will crawl through hell for my husband, and when I get there I expect him to take me up short to taking so long, whip me around and fuck me for good measure, and send me to get him a cold beer.

Oh, and don't mess with us, these men don't let no one fuck with their women.

Talking with a coworker, he mentioned that when he breeds dogs, the selection process is made for the best features, in both the females and the males. Then he looked at me and said he would definitely breed me.

I don't think anything anyone has ever told me got me hornier faster that his comment.

Time to piss off some people. I am 34, I have a communications degree and a journalism degree. My TV life is investigative journalism, ask the tough questions, expose the guilty and should have been guilty. I am photogenic and have camera presence and work in a top four market.

I am turned on by musk, strong male musk. Not sweat, I puke at sweat. A man's hand on the back of my neck driving my head where he wants me to look, his dick in my ass, his slap on my ass. A hard shutdown, a loud shut up!, a pull down and sit down. A look, a hard lip, a finger in my face. I need a man who knows who is who and makes sure I know too.

My public persona and my kitten self are so far apart, I am an act, not real, it's a job that pays too much, it's a fake. I want to breed, get knocked up, be a stay at home wife. I want a man, I don't want to work, I want a house, and an SUV with car seats, a ring, a man's name. I hate my life like you don't know. I want a man so much I cry myself to sleep. I am going home, back to Mississippi, I want to be a wife. I want to be around men, not these fake, metrosexual, half gay, assholes I have to deal with every day.

Pregnancy Fetish

I always have had a pregnancy fetish. Every since I was young, I had a fascination with pregnancy. I used to make my dolls be pregnant and go into labor. The thought of it always made me flustered. I remember being 9 and looking up pictures of pregnant teens. I didn't know about masturbation quite yet but looking at those pictures made me feel all funny inside. When my friends and I would play, I would pretend to be this tiger character and one time before a shower I imagined she was being mated with and was now pregnant. I used to look in the mirror and push my stomach out and pretend to be pregnant.

Once I was 11, I had an idea of what masturbation was, I didn't know how to do it properly though. I would flick my clitoris and feel weak but I didn't know much else. However when I was 12, I really learned how to masturbate. My boobs had started coming in and I would pinch and reach down and try to lick them (not that I had much success lol). I remember getting myself real wet and then touching my clit. I felt my vagina wanting something inside me so I started with my fingers. I was really tight. I would imagine being pregnant and really big while I touched myself.

After a few months, I started masturbating with something inside me. First I started with my brother's face wash which wasn't too large. I later worked my way up to my sister's face wash which was a lot larger (6 inches I'm assuming). I would fantasize about being bent over and impregnated by a man. Fucking me with his big cock. I wanted to be knocked up because of my pregnancy fetish. I would stuff my T-shirt and pretend to be pregnant while I touched myself.

I wanted someone to make me pregnant so badly. I would squirt water into my pussy and pretend it was cum. I would fuck myself with the face wash bottle and imagine some stranger breaking into the house and fucking me and cumming inside me. I wanted to breed with someone.

Even now I still want it. I am not in a financially stable place, so I don't actively try to get pregnant, but I still masturbate to the thought of getting bred. I want a cock inside me to cum and make me pregnant. I want to be huge and feel my big belly and masturbate.

I Never Thought My Life Would Be Like This,

After reading here for a while I will confess this. My husband is controlling. I have lot's of liberty, as long as I play in our back yard. Any activities that take me out of the house I text him to let him know where I am, who I am with, when I will be home. I have two children. I know he selected me to breed. He took me off the floor, with the purpose of breeding me. He wanted my looks, my gene pool, my upbringing. I was his perfect choice for a home bound mother.

I don't exaggerate. He told me cold and impersonal. A man selects a woman who can give him children and make a home for him. And, he postulated that a woman searches for a man to support her, sire her children, protect her. I don't know, I know he selected me to breed.

I live in a Disney World, my children have everything, I don't ever worry about money. I sleep without fear. I know this man will kill anyone who threatens me, my children, my home. He has no fear when it comes to me.

I text when I leave my home, I text when I return. If I have something out of my normal routine I get permission. I have a clock inside of me, it goes off when I need to get dinner started. When I need to pick up. When it's time for the children to play. Tick tock, tick tock. Daddy's on his way. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Daddy's on his way.

Breeding Fetish

I have a compulsory urge to breed, the thought of cumming inside a fertile ovulating woman gets my cock rock hard within seconds, I want her to beg for my cum and tell me to fuck a baby inside of her. I want her to wrap her legs arround me and pull me in as I cum so my dick is pushing right up against her cervix as I shoot my load inside. Any woman at all want this from me I'll happily oblige