Helinta

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Gender: Straight Female
Age: 24
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My Past Has Too Many Men So I Don't Discuss It With My Husband

I know most people don't understand. We grew up lower middle class, not destitute but close to it. MY mother worked for law firm as a file clerk, my father was long gone. We lived in a trailer, my mother, my older brother and me. My brother and me slept in one room, our mother in the other room. We slept in bunkbeds.

Now for the part that people ignore. My mother came home with men, some left her money, some didn't. If she didn't come home with a man there was no money, so she came home with a man. We heard everything. My brother would beat off while my mother was getting fucked. The bed shook and I had to lay there and listen to him beating off and my mother getting fucked. I started to put my hand in my pants and I found my clit and I found I liked to rub it. I rubbed my clit when my brother beat off. In order to be more comfortable I spread my legs wide open, and I took my panties off. My brother would stand and look at me and beat off.

One day he fucked me. I was 12 and he was 16. I liked it and I let him fuck me. I liked it more than rubbing my clit. One night when he was fucking me my mother heard us, and she and the man that was fucking her broke into our room and caught my brother between my legs. She screamed something about you don't fuck your sister, but it was too late. The man grabbed my brother and said something like son leave your sister alone. After that my mother didn't interfere when my brother fucked me. We fucked all the time, it was better than beating off or rubbing my clit.

My brother joined the Army when he turned 18 and finished high school. The men who fucked my mother now fucked me too. I was 15 and a pretty good fuck. I had never sucked my brother but I sucked the men who came over. They liked that. We got more money. So my mother didn't interfere. No one ever tried to fuck me in the ass, no one ever tried to beat me, no one ever treated me bad. They liked fucking me and they came over and my mother got more money.

After I finished high school I got a job where my mother worked. This one lawyer gave me the look and I sucked his dick and let him fuck me. He convinced me to go to school and he paid. I worked part time and went to school part time and moved into an apartment. I liked having him fuck me, he was always nice and he was always horny. He came to see me to fuck, so we fucked. One day my mother told me that she wanted to move in with me and she moved out of the trailer. But since I had my friend come and see me to fuck, she got the little room and I got the big room. She still had men come over to fuck her, some were nice, some not so much. I was fucking the lawyer at work so I didn't fuck those men.

It took me six years to finish college. When my brother came home on leave he slept with me and fucked me. My friend from work came over and fucked me. I fucked almost every night. But I did not fuck the men that came to see my mother.

One day I went to Macey's for a g*ft. I met a man in line and he complimented me and I said he didn't look so bad. We talked and went for coffee at the Starbucks and I went home with him and gave him a blowjob to completion and later let him fuck me. After seeing him for a while he asked me to move in and I left my mother at my old apartment. My new boyfriend was a bit of a prude so I never told him about my mother and her friends, or about my brother and me or about the man at the office.

I played the role with him of the perfect girlfriend who knew how to fuck and he asked me to marry him. My mother came with one of the men that used to fuck me. My brother came and my friend from work came, all three men used to fuck me. We got married in a church and my mother walked me down the isle. We went on a honeymoon to Santa Fe, NM. He never brings up my past and neither do I. The only man that I fuck other than him is my brother.

Pushing I****t

My sister and I had sex growing up. We lost out virginities to each other I was 12 and she was about 14. We had sex pretty regularly after that. We were latch key kids and our parents worked late often. We stopped when she went to college.
Fast forward to present day. My sister is married and has a son and daughter. She asked me to talk to her son about sex. When I asked why his dad can't do it I was surprised. She wanted me to talk to him about sex and suggest he fuck his sister. She was going to have a similar conversation with her daughter. She thinks it's safer for them to have sex with each other than dating and possibly having multiple partners. I know she and I did this but no one suggested it, as far as I know. I think it's best if I leave it alone, let the kids do what they are going to do, and hope my sister gets this idea out of her head.

My Sex With The Neighbor Story

This seems to be the place to tell our sex stories and there's more than a few about women having sex with their neighbors, both guys and gals so here's mine. It's nothing crazy like some but it's mine.

At 38 I had been married 12 years, two kids, good hubby, pretty happy, good sex life but nothing wild and really only occasional.

Hub had invited some people over, we were drinking and listening to music in our basement. It was a good time. I was drinking wine-slowly. Around 11pm the only ones left were Hubs and me and our immediate neighbor. His wife had disappeared at some point like she always does. He usually stayed to the end of these things.

He was getting ready to go but my husband insisted it was early and convinced him to stay for another drink. I remember I had been flirty with hubs all night really hoping for sex after everyone left. I wasn't thrilled when he talked neighbor into staying. Honestly, he's an ok guy but we weren't really friends. We were much closer to other people in the neighborhood.

So hubs gets more drinks, we are having fun, I'm feeling really good still having sex on my mind. I was getting to the point I get to where I'm drunk enough to be really horny and flirty and touchy feely and honestly where I don't mind guys taking liberties as they say. In the past at this point I would get loud and silly and if some guy did touch my ass or a boob, I'd like it but I'd loudly say something like "someone grabbed my butt" or whatever and people would scatter. It would drive my husband crazy. He'd just be like "Jesus, just shut up."

So I had this point where I liked the attention, my inhibitions were shot and I would be up for anything but then one more drink and I got sloppy and loud and too drunk to do anything hut sleep.

No, that night when it was just the three of us, I was just at the attention seeking, inhibition diminishing stage and didn't want to hit the obnoxious fall asleep stage so I was being careful. My husband wasn't-he was pretty drunk. Our neighbor hardly ever drank anyway so he was barely feeling it. We talked a lot, some of it about sex. We danced a little-both guys were slightly handsy but I was enjoying myself.

He said he was going to go check on his wife. Hubs said yeah right you're sneaking off. He said he would try to come back. I was actually sorry to see him go, I was having fun at that point. My husband said he'd get him a drink and that it would be waiting for him. He went off and me and neighbor guy said goodnight. I went to give him a hug, said something about having fun and gave him a really firm hug. Like a nice boob squishing hug. I held him and gave him a nice soft lingering kiss where our lips were just barely touching.

I pulled away saying something about hoping he would come back. He said maybe. I said well if you did, we could kiss goodbye again. His hands were on my hips. He said something and I gave him another hard hug. He said he'd always wanted to feel my ass. Being in my horny wine hole place I said that I was wondering how good a kisser he really is and maybe if he kissed me for real, I wouldn't notice what he was doing with his hands.

He kissed me again, this time sensually, full lipped, soft, my mouth opened and he slid his tongue in. Not jabby like a frog grabbing a bug but soft and slow. It was a really nice kiss then I felt hands on my ass, feeling, squeezing, and firm. Nice, exciting, our kiss turned deep and lustful. A hand found one of my boobs squeezing it, feeling it, damn it did feel so good. I turned and hugged him close and felt his hard on and I pressed into it hard enough to make him moan just a bit. The guy had never done it for me before but I felt that ache in my pussy I was so in need. After a minute of pressing against his hard dick. I broke the hug and off he went.

I went upstairs figuring he wasn't coming back. I changed into loose shorts and a tank top, which I usually wear to bed anyway, and went back downstairs to drag my husband upstairs to bed hoping he'd be up for sex. I was surprised to see that our neighbor was back, actually drinking his drink, looking at me in that way guys who want sex do. I reacted-I was happy he was there. I went over and gave him another big hug and kiss-no tongue- and felt his fingers brush across my body. I really didn't know what was going to happen but my mind was running wild. If he'd not come back, I don't think either of us would have ever mentioned the kiss or the body contact we'd had but he'd come back.

After I welcomed him back, I noticed that there was porn on the tv. Not just any porn. My porn. I asked what was up with the porn? Hub said they thought I was gone for the night so they threw it on. He was full of it. It was my favorite porn. It was a g*ft from my husband. It wasn't regular pound it porn. It was made for women. There was plenty of pounding going on but it was more sensual with an erotic story line. The whole video was about married women having sex with other men and in one case a woman. The husband was always there encouraging the wife.

There was one scene that really turned me on and it was coming up. I'd watched it a dozen times, my husband knew how much it turned me on. It was a story about a married woman getting horny while her husband and a partied. Familiar huh? The husband encouraged the wife to be nice to the friend and eventually he is kissing her and taking off her clothes and the friend joins in. The husband convinces the wife, who is very reluctant, to masturbate while the guys watch and get themselves hard. That leads to the wife sucking both guys very sensually and soon the friend is fucking the wife. The scene where the wife gives in and masturbates for the guys is a huge turn on for me. It never fails to get me going and that night the scene was about to start.

My husband said might as well watch it, and then told the neighbor how much I loved the scene that was about to start. He told him it was my fantasy to live out the scene, which wasn't necessarily true but not far off. I was embarrassed but getting nervous but still excited.

I watched the scene I'd pretty much already memorized and it was better than ever. Another man was sitting next to me, watching the wife being kissed and touched and seeing me react. Then the wife being talked into touching herself, resisting, getting talked into by her husband, then exposing her pussy, the other guy watching as she touched herself and made herself cum.

I wanted to touch myself so bad. My pussy was aching. My neighbor was right next to me, his body touching mine, I could feel the heat coming off his body. My husband said something about reenacting the scene. Saying no one would ever know and he told neighbor guy he could touch me. I was pretty still, not sure, as reluctant as the porn actress had pretended to be. I sat still while he removed my top. I wasn't wearing a bra. My breasts were exposed to a man other than hubby for the first time in 15 years. The he took them in hand, one after the other, and he gently pulled on then sucked on my nipples. I couldn't help it, I reached for his cock. Like a horny school-girl desperate to relieve the ache I grabbed his dick and touched myself, just enough to relieve myself a bit but not nearly enough.

I was squeezing my neighbor's hard on through his pants and also grabbed my husbands'. I remember hoping that the neighbor's wife wouldn't walk in looking for him. The guys were each sucking on my breasts, they were moaning as I squeezed them and I felt them spreading my legs. My husband asked ..(continue confession)

My Body My Choice, To Have Babies , That Was Our Choice

I am going to cut to the chase. I grew up in a place and time where girls had one mission in life, babies, more babies and more babies. I came from a house of nine kids, my parents both came from homes with a dozen kids. Babies is all anyone talked about. By the time we were seven we knew everything about the birds and the bees and just how babies got started and how babies grew inside of you and how babies came out of you. It was all worth it, having babies.

Of course having babies meant marriage and keeping the pot hot and the bathrooms clean. We learned that too. By the time we were 14 we could run a house and keep a man happy, in bed and at the dining table. Everyone around me was the same. We compared boobs and hips and tits and ass and of course the pathway to a man's heart. I was no different than my sisters, cousins, mother, and aunts. French Canadians we were all small, small tits, small hips, but very pronounced Venus mounds, almost popping out, with high on the hips genital clefts. We were proud of our forms, and the men in our community liked us small and petite with tiny tits and vaginas that could take a dick and push babies out into the world.

One more thing, I was always hot, aroused, my clitoris rubbed against my underwear and my vagina was always wet. I wanted to get fucked, from my earliest memories. Showing my inner thighs, my heavy lips, my tiny tits and small ass made me hotter, and the boys and men liked it. I heard all about it from my older sisters and cousins, and my mother and aunts were not shy about telling us girls how much we were going to enjoy it. But get married first. Even if you are fifteen, get married, don't ever find yourself in the situation where another man got to you first. The prize is for your husband (or your older brother or cousin if they kept their mouth shut).

My moment of glory came when I was fourteen and my first dick was my older cousin's dick and it was glorious. Forced down by his weight, held so I couldn't move, his dick forced into my already very wet vagina, pinching the nipples on my tits, he enjoyed himself completely, leaving me ravished, wet and full of cum as he pulled his dick out and showed it to me. All was well, except for the fact that I was in season and I had to get married. Babies started popping out, I lived the life I was born to, big family, sisters, brothers, cousins, mothers, father, grandfathers and grandmothers, and aunts and uncles, all making noises and congratulating me on my prowess. I loved every baby I put out and my husband cousin was a happy papa, a testament to his prowess, he just had to look at me and I was pregnant.

This is how we grew up, this is how we had big families, this is how we lived. French Canadian Catholics with numerous kids. Now my granddaughters refuse to get pregnant, talk about getting their tubes tied as soon as they are old enough and can find a doctor to do it. The third generation of my family is lost, we have one baby, and that baby was an 'accident' and no father around. I really wish that we could institute marriage by decree, marry them off at fifteen, first test is bringing a baby home followed by one every year. These young women don't know what they are missing, what pleasures they are passing up, having a man deliver his semen to you for the intention of getting you pregnant is a higher high than any high they can imagine.

We were young, we fucked too, just kept it quiet. We practiced sucking on our brothers and cousins, they practiced fucking on their sisters and cousins. You have to learn to enjoy your body and to accept that your body is for one purpose only, if not why are you here?

Being On The Straight And Narrow Is The Way I Am Meant To Live

There is a lot out in the public domain right now about women who find out they are lesbians later in life. I won't say I didn't know I was a lesbian, I suppose I knew that early in life. But I grew up where that wasn't something you could be proud of and I was raised to be a mother and wife, a homemaker and a good citizen, a school teacher or nurse. I became a nurse.

I met a young doctor who had just finished his residency and he was new in town and he stuck to me and I fo und I was 'dating' him except I wasn't. One day he challenged me about intimacy, about showing him affection. Yuk, right? I was not going to suck his dick and I wasn't going to let his dick slip in between my legs either. I said no way, not only no way, but Hell no way. Don't touch me.

But he did, and he overpowered me, and he slipped his dick between my legs and nature has it's way and I was pregnant at 29 and everyone was happy for me. The nurses in the hospital, my grandparents, my sisters. I had people I didn't know touching my belly, my sister asking me what kind of man he was that he broke down my defenses, did I like it? Tell me, isn't the best feeling in the world? What kind of man is he, is he controlling or is he one of those aloof men who holds onto the purse strings and let's you pretend? He's a rapist wasn't a good answer.

I got married, shoved down the isle and my women friends hugged me and patted my belly. Lucky you, a doctor no less. That's why you went into nursing. You got a fucking doctor, you will never have to worry. I got a fucking doctor all right, that's all he does, he fucks me. Made me get on my hands and knees and he fucked me like a 'bitch'. He couldn't keep his dick in his pants, with me or any other nurse either. Fuck 'em all seemed to be his motto. Fuck them, they are all bitches, fuck them and he fucked me day in and day out. He wasn't happy, not with one son, not with two sons, not with three sons. How about trying for a little girl, do want a little girl? Yes, I said, I want a little girl. That's what it's like. Your husband offers you a prize, to get pregnant. In the meantime you are a housewife like you were raised to be.

I met this woman, it was a school thing for my sons, my little girl was still little. She was a lawyer for a firm downtown and she was in town to see her sister. We talked and she whispered and asked me if I wanted to be naughty, she found me attractive. She wanted to suck on my milking titties. Try baby milk. God four babies, how did you do it? Your vagina must be so wide you can drive an aircraft into it. And this was a woman, who had her issues, but I wanted to be naughty and I let her suck milk out of my titties and stick her tongue down between my legs. I enjoyed it, it was the one time in my life I was naughty and I had never had sex like that. I actually had an orgasm, my first real brought on orgasm from sex. When she laid her breasts in my face and told me I liked that, she was right, I liked that.

But once is enough, I have to be a housewife and mother and I have a family and I have my reputation and I have a daughter and I have to just remember sometimes, when I can spend a few minutes alone in bed and play with myself. It was nice having a woman suck on my titties and suck milk out of them and stick her tongue in my vagina and clip my clit and make me come. It was nice, but I'm a housewife, that is what I was born to be and that is how I was raised and I suppose that is how I am going to raise my daughter and teach my sons to be men like their father. I would die if any of my sons were gay or weak or were scared of using their dicks. I want them to fuck girls, I want a man like my husband for my daughter. And I guess that is my confession.

We Don't Pick What We Get But It's Good What I Got

I'm telling this because it's what happens, You don't choose, maybe you're a victim, but really you're just in the wrong place at the wrong time. My fault, I'm female. I fell into a long relationship with a woman friend while an undergraduate, at that time I was thinking of being a nurse. She was also in nursing but she wanted to be a doctor except she was female and her family wouldn't allow for that. They wanted her to be a nurse, more appropriate for a woman. We fell for each other slowly. Neither one of us had ever thought of another girl and when we did kiss it was full of shame for behaving like that. In our culture homosexuality is strictly forbidden. We came from progressive parents who thought we should be 'friends'. When we finished our studies we would be married, we just didn't know who he was, and our lives would take different turns.

In our culture that is the way you get married, Very few women or girls know the man that they are going to marry, so that was what we expected. She finished her nursing program and I graduated with a degree in Biology. We were truly in love, We were university students and we studied homosexuality amongst women. We were the specimens for our studies. When we graduated we had to come face to face with our next step in life.

For my true love her family selected a doctor from the North. She would be leaving after the wedding to live with his family and we were sure she would be expecting before the second shoe dropped off the wedding bed. For me, it was much, much worse. For me my family selected a man whose family had all perished in the floods and he was looking for a young fertile female to breed for more children. He might was well have bought a cow. The breeding was successful but awful. For my lost love it was worse. He was a man who disciplined his wife. That means the hit her. Even when she was carrying his child. In the wrong place at the wrong time. She could be worse it was said, what if he used her to work in the fields.

We corresponded regularly. My husband never read my letters or her letters to me. He never saw the illustrations she made, of on fire female sexual organs. Very realistic. I sent her a life size sketch of my husband's manhood, his wicked manhood with which he bred me like a cow. She laughed and said her husband was a small man, and she drew a life size illustration of his manhood, or more correctly boyhood. My small finger was bigger. I laughed so loud my husband came to see what it was all about. No one knows your future, sometimes you hate what others would love to have. I stopped making fun of his manhood when he was about to mount me. At least he was a man and not a boy.

Over the years we had many children. When I received a telephone call from my college lover. Her husband had fallen off a bicycle when he entered a team of bicyclist and hit his head and died. She was free of him once and for all. I went into see my husband and told him of the tragedy and assured him that I would not let him do something like that. Even if he hit me.

After many days, after the funeral was over and after everyone had returned to their lives, my husband asked me if I wanted my friend to come and visit. I told my husband that would be nice but he should be aware that thee had been homosexual feelings between us during our university studies. He asked me if I was still homosexual, if not then if she was willing he would help with her expenses.

And that way 27 years after we were separated she came to my home, to meet my husband and to spend a month with me. In bed, when it was dark, when there was absolute silence she aske me if what I had sent her in our early days was true, was he really a man with such a weapon or had I been exaggerating. The following night she was left alone and he went to her room and she learned the truth, in the most intimate way. Yes, she said, he was a man, he was as big as an ass, mounting the mare in the field.