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- My Family -
Straight Female / 22

Paying College With Help Of Step Father

I am 22 years old senior in college, white suburban girl getting through college with unexpected financial help from my step father. For this help, I have been letting him have his way with me for last 3 years. Neither my mom nor my 21 year old brother knows anything about this.

My step father Frank back then was 39 years old. My real father moved out of state after getting divorced with my mother. Since my brother and I go to college in same town, we decided to stay with them at their home. My step father is car dealership owner and owns multiple locations in our metro area, while my mom works full time at local Hospital. Frank doesn’t have any kids of his own, was divorced and 3 years younger then my mom.

This saga started shortly after my first year of college. One day Frank accidentally saw me naked as I came out of bathroom. I did not realize he was in my room fixing something. While I covered my self right away, he couldn’t control himself giving a lewd comment, saying how beautiful my teen age pussy looked. I was furious and thought about screaming at him but decided not to create dramas as Frank treated all three of us well and took good care of us financially. I said, Thank you Frank and walked away from him. After that incident, I noticed Frank would figure out a time to be alone with me and flirt, especially when my mom and younger brother were not around. When it became too much to handle, I confronted him about it. This is when he confessed that he can’t stop thinking about having me. Uncharacteristic of me, I said what’s in it for me? He said anything I want. For some reason I said help me pay for my college. He immediately said, done. Little I realized he had his own conditions too. His main condition was that I had to take care of his manly needs at least two times a week and I had to give him my schedule week in advance so he can figure out a time to have fun with me.

So for last three years, he finds a time to be alone with me. While my mother has fixed schedule, Frank can’t do anything about my brother’s schedule. Even when my brother is home, he will assign him a chore that will require him to drive to dealership. As soon as my brother leaves home, Frank comes over to me, grab my hand and take me to my bedroom and throw me to my bed.

If he wants to fuck, he will start removing my clothes waist down, make me sleep on my back, spread my legs and finger my pussy for a minute, take his pants and underwear off, rub his 7 inch cock up and down my pussy and clit, insert and fuck me hard and fast for five to six minutes. When he is ready to cum, he will pull his cock out of my pussy and cum on my lower belly. After this he will run to bathroom to clean himself while I lay there on bed for him to leave. After he has left my room, I get up and clean myself, put my clothes on and continue with my thing as if nothing happened.

Anytime he doesn’t try to remove my clothes, it is a cue to me that he wants me to suck his cock. In that case, I will lay on my tummy, he will come to the edge of bed and stand there. I will then unzip his pants, take limp cock out of his underwear, stroke it few times, rub it on my lips and slowly take it in my mouth. He wants me to cup his balls while I suck. Sometimes he holds my hair with both his hands and face fucks me. In about four to six minutes he is ready to cum, he warns me so I can position myself accordingly. He doesn’t care if I swallow or not, as long as he cums inside my mouth. Sometime I will swallow his load to make him happy, most of the time i run to bathroom with my mouth full of his cum and spit it out.

We don’t make love, it is just raw sex and it takes about ten minutes of my time. All he does is to fuck me or have his cock sucked, never talks with me while doing me, nor does any foreplay nor he removes all clothes. I don’t think we had sex completely naked. He never kisses me nor touches me anywhere. All he cares about is shoving his cock in my pussy or mouth, and all he thinks about is him cumming. I felt like I was being used for his pleasure, but I got lot of money out of him to pay for college. I am keeping count of how many times he took me, he just had me for 341st time, fucked me few minutes back and left for work. I am graduating this December with double major and hope to get a good paying job that I don’t have to continue staying at his home and be his sex toy.

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# 60813 - by Marsha / September 22, 2022
- It Was Disgusting -
Straight Female / 23

It Actually Helped Me Get Clean

Trigger warning. I was already an alcoholic by the age of thirteen, and a junkie two years later. I started out with beer and moonshine and eventually progressed to wine, bourbon and vodka, the same way I later started out with weed and worked my way up to harder stuff. I lived in a pretty bad neighborhood, my mom was hardly ever around, we lived on welfare and she spent most of her money on booze too. Needless to say, I never knew my father. The day after my 18th birthday I really needed to get high but I had no money. I approached a guy (30s, white, tall, tattos, dark hair) on the street and said I was going to give him a blowjob for fifty bucks. I figured I wouldn't have trouble luring a man, unless he was gay: I had nice C cup tits and firm ass, long, curly raven hair, wore tight white tank top and leather pants. He gave me a look over and agreed, and we went to a nearby alleyway. Then I pulled out a switchblade and told him to give me his wallet. He punched me in the face, knocked the knife out of my hand, knocked me to the ground, ripped my shirt off, cut through my leather pants with my own switchblade, held it to my throat and, well, violently penetrated me.


I still remember the pain, fear, humiliation and this strangely sensual but unwanted stimulation I felt when he shoved his big hard dick up my unprepared, dry pussy. His thrusts were hard and angry, his eyes burning with fury and lust. At least five people walked by and saw exactly what was happening, but didn't do or say anything. I felt my c**t pulse against his cock despite myself, my nipples hardening as he licked my exposed tits and neck, leaving glistening marks of spit. I got wet and soon it was sliding in and out easily. I wanted to hit him, to scream, but I was too scared, cool metal blade pressed right against my jugular. The whole thing lasted around ten minutes. Disgusted with myself, my body betrayed me and I came, pleasure and pain ripping through my muscles just moments before he nutted inside me, orgasm working from my toes to back as he filled my c**t with his spunk, my cum dripping down his throbbing dick as he emptied himself inside me. I started to sob and he pulled his pants up, spat on me and left. Thick goo dripped out of my hole, mixed with some blood. I never got my switchblade back.


That was the incident that truly made me realize it was time to get clean. Sober five years now, albeit still living in a dump.

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# 60761 - by CandyCane / September 20, 2022
- Women Only -
Bi-Sexual Female / 39

A Terrible Event Brought Us Together And We Are Still Very Close

Some back story, I went to a small all girls religious school. In the 7th grade one of our classmates was r**ed and beaten up by a black guy who had been seen hanging around our school at end of school time. He was identified and sent to prison but I was the one who found my classmate behind the bleachers where she had been r**ed (I ran track).

I cleaned her up, as gently as I could, wiping her with my shirt and then taking her to the restroom where I used toilet paper holding it tight against her pussy. She didn't have any blood but she was obviously leaking his cum and at the time I didn't know what that was, I thought it was vaginal discharge. I washed her pussy with water and walked her home. It never crossed my mind to take her to the nurse, it was after school let out anyway. Back at her house, I examined her like a doctor, full on vaginal check but I didn't see anything bad.

When her mother came home we told her. And she took over after that. And got the guy sent to prison.

We remained very close, she liked having me hold my hand against her pussy and later when we got older slipping my middle finger in her vagina and pumping my finger in and out. I was fingering her but that's not what we were doing. She just wanted me to hold her pussy with my hand. We weren't incoherent about what we were doing, but we weren't doing it because we were messing around. It felt good to her and I wanted her to feel good and holding her pussy and fingering her was what she wanted.

I licked my finger one time and then fingered her some more and let her lick my finger. I just loved the smell of my finger after fingering her and the taste of her pussy on my finger. It was like push my finger in as far as it would go, pull it out suck on it and stick it back in. Sometimes I could get two fingers in and rest the palm of my hand on her clit and finger her until she went into an orgasm. We weren't just playing around, we were having hand sex and she was fingering me and getting me to have orgasms too. That's when we started kissing and rubbing our chests together and rubbing ourselves together and scissoring. We were having sex, real sex, naked and sweaty and mouth to mouth, pussy to pussy and tits to tits sex. By the time we graduated from the twelfth grade we had mastered all the positions we could find in the books on lesbian sex techniques.

All through college we remained lovers, we lived together the last two years and sometimes we missed class because we were in bed having sex. It wasn't just her, I wanted it just as bad as she did. I felt myself in class and liked rubbing myself against objects, bicycle seats, even the hard corners of a table. I didn't realize it then but I wanted to be fucked, I needed real penetration.

It wasn't until I was 29 that I had sex with a man. A man at work, a married man, an older man. Why I had sex with him I don't know, it just flowed and when he grabbed my pussy and didn't let go it was over. My friend eventually married a man because she wanted to have a family and they moved across state so we saw each other once in a while when she returned home to see her mother. I married an Engineer and have a little girl.

When she comes home we hug until we have to do something about it and we have sex in her childhood bedroom and bed. It's like a force and once we are close we just have to completely have sex before we can go about visiting and catching up on the kids and other things like girls do. We never talk about that day, we talk a lot about our days together growing up, but not that day. It's like why? What can it accomplish. She has her memory and I have mine. It brought us together in a way that nothing else probably could. And its that memory that I enjoy, those days when we were too young to understand and those days when we had figured it out and went down the lesbian rabbit hole. No regrets, I'd rather make love with her than anyone else, and she feels the same way. No one can take that away from us.

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# 60762 - by Trish / September 20, 2022
- My Family -
Straight Female / 19

Didnt Stop Him

We were having a family birthday party at our house for my mom. There was a lot of drinking going on and i had a bit too much so i decided to go lay down in my bedroom. A few minutes after laying down i heard my door open and some one came in. It was my brother in law, he came over to my bed and asked if i was alright. I told him yes just a little sleepy. I started to fall asleep when all of a sudden i feel him poking at my mouth with his cock. I knew this was wrong but i didnt stop him and just opened my mouth to except his cock. I had always been attracted to him so i started sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. he zipped up and said we shouldnt tell anyone about this. He left my room and I have never said anything to anyone .
I feel guilty about it but i did enjoy that he was into me and told him that i hope we can continue getting together. So since then we have fucked a few times . Love my sister but her husband is just to sxy to resist. I know im a bad sister. But must admit i am loving the sex between us. and ill never tell.rgfzqur

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# 60763 - by Jenna / September 20, 2022
- True Sex Confessions -
Straight Female / 60

Holiday Forced Sex

Many years ago when I was a naive 18 year old girl I went with friends on our first foreign holiday. Our villa was a taxi ride from the resort centre.
On the fourth night we were in a local restaurant for our evening night out and the waiter was plying us with wine and sangria. He was flirting and coming back and forth saying who wants more wine and we would hold up our glasses. It was the best night so far and I was having a laugh. Then because I had not eaten much the alcohol kicked in and I felt myself getting drunk so said I needed to go back to the villa. My friends flagged a taxi and I got in. My best friend offered to go with me but I said I was fine and just needed to go to bed. I remember on the journey the taxi driver telling me that local wine was very strong and I should not drink so much. He also explained that young girls should never be alone as it was not safe. I noticed that when he was looking back and talking his eyes were looking up my mini dress at my panties. I thought he’s right he could stop anywhere on this dark quiet road and nobody would believe me if he took advantage. We reached our villa and I paid and thanked him. As I approached the door I remembered I didn’t have the key. I looked across the garden and saw that the owners villa lights were on. I walked over and knocked on the door. The husband answered and I explained I was locked out. He grumbled at me stating he was not on all night call and that we must take more care. I reckon he was late sixties to seventies of age, a hairy farmer type and a bit scruffy. He opened the door said goodnight and walked away. I went to my room undressed then went for a pee . As I came out of the bathroom I was startled to see him standing next to the bedroom door. He was now smiling and I asked him to go. I was totally naked and tried to cover myself with my hands as I could see the lust in his eyes. He grabbed my arms and pushed me into the bedroom and onto a bed covering my mouth with his grubby hands and in broken English said enjoy this as nobody will believe you and you will get more than this in the local prison for telling lies. He held me down with one arm and pushed down his trousers. His penis head was about the size of my fist and it scared me. He then spat on his fingers and rubbed it over my lips then entered my vagina. With both arms holding me down he slowly started to fuck me in long strokes. Instead of feeling ashamed I was actually enjoying it as his huge helmet pulled my lips in and out. As he sped up I experienced my first ever orgasm and my body shuddered and tensed. I opened my eyes and he was leering down at me and said you enjoying me. He then started grunting and I could feel spurt after spurt of cum filling my hairy hole. It must have been a while since he had had sex with his wife. His thick penis then flopped out of me and without even wiping it he pulled up his trousers and left. I looked down at myself and the mess recollecting my first ever orgasm. I never told my friends what happened but made sure I wasn’t alone again. During the rest of the holiday I saw him a few times but he blanked me as if we had never met

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# 60764 - by Lisa / September 20, 2022
- My Family -
Straight Male / 45

Our Sexy Arrangement

Every week, I travel 90 miles and spend 24 intimate hours with my sister-in-law Kim. This started little more then two years ago. This was suppose to be our temporary arrangement however it does not appear to change anytime soon.

My wife Kelly and her sister Kim have always been very close with each other. They shared everything, and I mean everything and that includes me. Yes, you heard that right. My wife is aware of me having sexual activities with Kim.

My sister-in-law Kim became widow when she was 38 years old. That time, her twin daughter were 17, while our daughters were 19 and 18. With passing of my brother-in-law, I ended up being the only close male member of our small family. Year after their father’s death, twins started their college and left the home, leaving Kim alone at her home. My wife Kelly and I advised Kim to keep an open mind and date suitable guys to avoid being lonely.

Around Kim’s 40th birthday, Kelly and I asked Kim about dating scene. She said she hadn’t dated anyone for more then 20 years and the guys she dated safter her husband’s death were no good. They were either needy, pushy or simply not compatible with her intellectual level. While we understood Kim’s situation, I said if I was single I would chase an eligible bachelor like Kim. Kim smiled at me and said Would you? I said without a doubt. I don’t know what happened after that, apparently two sisters talked with each other.

One day shortly thereafter, I was visiting Kim’s home to change the garbage disposal. She made nice coffee for me and we were having a friendly chat. Our chat turned into little personal and she started talking about her sex life and said she hasn’t been intimate with anyone in more then two years and how she craves for that physical intimacy. I told her to find a nice man for herself and satisfy her cravings. To my surprise she said she already has found a man. I asked her who is the lucky guy? She said, it is YOU. Not only I was surprised, I was speechless. All I could say, I can’t do that and hurt her sister, my wife. Kim then told me that Kelly and she had discussed this and Kelly is Okay with this. I told her I need to hear this from Kelly. To my surprise, Kelly gave her stamp of approval and said take good care of her baby sister.

So every week, I travel to Kim’s home as agreed upon day. We have perfected our routine. It goes something like this.
I call Kim when I am about 15 minutes away so Kim can change into something comfortable. As soon I arrive, I Change into comfortable clothes, and get into bed. We engage in foreolay, kissing each other and touching each other all over our bodies. After about 10 minutes I go down on her and lick her vagina thoroughly. When Kim is satisfied, she gets up, takes my cock in her hands, gently strokes and sucks semi erect cock until it is completely hard and ready for action. She then gets into doggy position, I go behind her and enter her vagina and fuck her non stop for five to seven minutes. When I am about to cum, I advise her and she pushes back, I grab her butt firmly and deposit my load in her vagina. Both Kelly and Kim have their tubes tied so no chances of pregnancy.
After this, we put our regular clothes and we go to nice restaurant for romantic dinner. Upon return, we go back to bedroom, get into comfortable clothing and spend rest of the evening watching TV, eating snacks and occasionally drinking glass of red wine.

As we wake up, Kim makes nice breakfast that we both eat, and go back to bedroom and repeat our love making. We spend about 45 minutes in bed starting with foreplay activities and then I fuck her hard and fast doggie style. Once I cum, we both go and take shower together in her bathroom. We both then work all day with our respective job. Occasionally we go out to lunch or fix something at home if either of us busy with work responsibilities. Towards the end of the day; Kim will come over and relieve me orally. Kim really knows how to use her mouth to please a man, and it is sheer pleasure to get a very sexy blow job.

At the end of the day, I drive back to my home. Before I reach home, Kim talks with Kelly and updates all our activities. My sex life with Kelly is wonderful as well. I still have sex with Kelly few times a week. Both these sisters, although look very similar physically, they both have their own preferences and differences when it comes to sex. Kelly is open to having sex in multiple positions, Kim prefers doggie style only. Kelly almost never relieves me orally, Kim does it until completion, and open to swallowing something my wife Kelly never does. Kim loves my hairy chest while Kelly prefers hairless chest. Kelly prefers I massage her breasts, Kim prefers I suck her nipples. Kelly does not stroke my cock, Kim loves to use her hands to stroke me.

This was suppose to be our temporary arrangement until Kim find a suitable guy for herself. I don’t think she is seriously looking for anyone. I am not complaining about this arrangement as I get two physically fit sisters taking care of my sexual needs. None of our kids know about this arrangement and we act normally during all family gathering as if nothing happened. Kim’s twin daughters love their uncle as do my own daughters. My wife Kelly and her sister Kim are happy and I get all the sex a man can get.

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# 60740 - by Nick / September 18, 2022
- My Spouse -
Straight Male / 45

Wet Spot Was Not From Me

My in-laws are in from out of town to attend a family reunion. We are the only one from her immediate family who still live in her hometown. My wife's divorced father, her two younger brother (my wife is 41) and one of the brother's two kids. We were watching a movie at the end of night and my wife announced she was going to bed early. I stayed to watch the movie with the kids as they were sleeping on the couch and blowup mattress in the living room. At some point, my father-in-law (...my wife's own father...) left the room. I assumed he went to use the rest room and later came back with a drink. One by one, the brothers each left to do the same, or so I assumed, and each came back a while later. All told, during the movie, each had left the room for about 20 minutes. I didn't keep track at the time, but thinking back I think 20 minutes is fairly close.

When I crawled into bed later, I immediately felt a huge wet spot in the middle of the bed. It took me two seconds to realize someone had fucked my wife...and her father and brothers were the only other adults in the house!! She had a nightshirt and panties on and as I ran my hand over the panties, I could tell immediately they were soaked, but not from pee.

My wife woke as I rubbed over her wet pussy. I stuck my hand inside her panties from her waist and probed my way to her dripping wet pussy. She tensed as I did this. When my had reached her pussy I didn't need to work at all, it slid right in as if she was fucked more than once! I began pounding my wife's pussy with two fingers and I slipped easily in and out regardless how fast or hard I went. She spread her legs and lifted her knees slightly to buck against my hand. I fingerfucked her as hard as I could until she came in a powerful orgasm. I had to work to keep my hand grinding in her pussy. The force of her orgasm and the slickness of a lot of cum in her pussy made it hard to stay in.

As her orgasm subsided, my wife tried to talk.

"I can explain, I'm so sor..." Before she could finish I moved my hand from her drenched pussy and used it to shush her. Without another word I threw the covers off of us and rolled over her leg to position myself on top of her, my own erect cock easily "popped" into her pussy lips.

"We can talk later." I said. With my fingers still holding her mouth closed, I asked, "Did all of three fuck you and cum inside?" Silently she nodded yes with a tear in her eye.

I surprised my self and my wife. Without another word, I slide down between her legs. I pulled her saturated panties to one side, and dove in nose and mouth to begin sucking my in-laws' loads out of their daughter and sister's pussy. She was so wet, and the musky sent of her abused pussy drove me wild! I sucked for a few minutes. I wondered what my wife must be thinking. Was she embarrassed, turned on, afraid? I knew her emotions were running wild, My wife of 11 years had let her father and brothers fuck her raw in our marital bed. Just as I was contemplating this my wife grabbed my hair with both hands and began grinding her pussy onto my face. Another few seconds and she erupted in another powerful orgasm. In her powerful climax, her pussy sprayed me with a combination of her juices and I assume a fair amount of her family's sperm.

I ate her out for a while longer. I finally mounted my wife and we kissed deeply while I easily piston in and out of her pussy. In on a couple of minutes I dumped my own load into her womb. I was so turned on, my cum came out like a jet, something I haven't done for years. We both felt my seed was hot and shot deep into her. I rolled off and she turned to lay her head on my chest and lazily play with my shrinking cock.

Even a day later we haven't mentioned anything about the incident. My in-laws leave tomorrow AM, then I imagine we'll be talking about the family cocks she took and the family cum I eagerly lapped up.

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# 60741 - by Family Affairs / September 18, 2022
- My Family -
Straight Female / 45

My Stepson Helped Us Conceive

My second husband and I are (or were) sexually adventurous. High sex drives. We did some swinging and some fetish stuff. We considered our marriage open if the opportunity for a quickie came up, but mostly we did our kinks as a couple. We stopped when my biological clock told me if I wanted a child I ought to get busy.

We've both been married before. He has a young adult son from his first marriage. I never had kids, partly because I was in prison for 12 years, from when I was 24 till 36. White collar crime and I refused to plead out (long story). My husband at the time (who should have been in prison too) divorced me while I was there.

After I was released I met the man who became my second husband and who I want to be with the rest of my life. When I wanted a child with him, he tried to get his vasectomy reversed, but there wasn't enough of his tubes left to reattach.

We discussed a lot of solutions, and James (my husband) brought up his son Daniel as a sperm donor. I half jokingly said only if he could do it the old fashioned way (my husband and I can talk like that to each other). Daniel btw is a hunk beyond words and a shy sweetheart. He winked at me and said, "Well, I'll ask him. I've seen you two doing some very heavy flirting more than once."

I didn't think my husband would really bring up the "old fashioned way." I thought he'd ask Daniel to donate sperm, and we'd get a yes or no.

One day about a week later my husband grinned and said, "Daniel said yes to both." I said, "Both what?" He said, "Both your requests. To donate sperm, and to do it as nature intended."

When I realized he was serious, I tried not to act too happy. I kept asking my husband if it was ok with him. He said, "Yes. I mean, I can't get this vasectomy reversed, so at least with Daniel our baby will have some of my genes. And you know how Daniel is. He's focused on graduate school and his future, he won't get hung up about things."

Then I started wondering if Daniel really found me attractive enough. Yeah, he flirted with me, but he could have any girl he wants, girls his age.

My husband said, "Are you kidding? You've got an ass a Kardashian would envy, and I don't have to tell you how good you are up top."

So we set everything up, but I was concerned about fertility. I was 43 and my periods had already started to become irregular. Along with monitoring my cycle closely I procured a fertility medicine, Clomid. I wanted to have the best chance I could.

During my next ovulation, I put on a short, very sheer black lace robe and bedroom heels. My husband was at work and I was so nervous, hoping Daniel wouldn't back out or find me, for want of a better word, unfuckable.

I heard his knock. I took a deep breath, walked over to the door and answered. Daniel smiled, the way a guy does when he likes what he sees. I felt better. He was shy though, so I hugged him first. Once I did, he hugged me tight and kept feeling up my whole body. He seemed really taken with my voluptuous ass (I prefer to call it that than big lol) so I let him rub, grip, and knead it to his heart's content. I pressed into him and wow, nice bulge. That made me worry less too.

Unlike some women, I need to kiss a man if I'm going to make love to him, even my own stepson, so I pursed my lips and he took the hint. He really explored my mouth with that tongue of his.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. I started taking off his white shirt and jeans while he pulled off my robe. God he was so hard. I spent my best years deprived of men that young. I'd forgotten how hard they could get. Like a bar of steel. There was a little precum at the tip, and I felt desperation again in that I didn't want to lose a drop before it got in my hopefully fertile body.

I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. I expected him to mount me right away, but he started kissing my tits and working his way down. When he reached my pussy, he started kissing my inner thighs first, and by the time he dove in, I was wild. I didn't think I could get that wet anymore. Daniel really put himself into it, licking and sucking, sticking his tongue as far inside me as he could. Pretty unselfish for a 21 year old. I was super impressed, but I really wanted him inside me, so moaned, please, I can't wait!

When he penetrated me, once again, I couldn't believe how hard he was. Nothing spongy or bouncy. His young body in my arms was, well there's no words. My body jerked from his thrusts, but that was because I kept saying, "harder, harder." I think he was afraid he was going to hurt me, old broad that I am lol. When he came, I had him get off then I quickly grabbed two pillows from the other side of the bed and put them under my ass. I stayed that way for a long time, praying that his little swimmers were rushing to my egg.

While I was lying there, I called James at work and told him we did it. I just needed to talk to him right then. He was happy for me and said, "See, I told you you had nothing to worry about."

Daniel stayed until past midnight and James very gallantly left us alone. I drained Daniel dry. Literally. The last time he came I don't think anything came out.

He stopped by to shag me as much as he could for the next few days until I was sure I was past my fertile time. I still don't know whether I really needed the Clomid, but it definitely worked. I released two eggs instead of one, which can happen with that medicine.

James and I are now the proud, insanely doting parents of healthy, fraternal twin girls. They're 4 months old now. Talk about a life change, whew, but I wouldn't trade them for anything. Daniel is crazy about his baby sisters, and he helps with them when he's not in school. My prayer is that my next 40 years will make up for the first 36.

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# 60712 - by Melissa / September 16, 2022
- My Family -
Straight Female / 31

I Let Things Get Out Of Hand With My Nephew

My older sister's son turned 18 over the summer and he wanted to know if he could stay with me for a while (we live in the same city). His original plan was to keep living at home with his parents to save money while he commuted to a local university, starting this fall. His parents were fine with that, but they're really dysfunctional people. They've never been abusive toward him as far as I know, but they're both alcoholics and addicts. Their drinking and dr*gging have gotten worse in the last couple years and now they barely know where they are half the time. They don't even want to quit and they'll tell you so. My nephew is intelligent and sensitive and can't stand that kind of atmosphere. He told me he just couldn't take it anymore. Luckily, there are no other kids in the home.


To be honest, I didn't want my nephew here. After a couple of failed marriages (no kids), I've been living alone for the past 3 years and loving it. I have a good job, but I also do some escorting on the side (all outcalls). My nephew was going to complicate things, but I knew he needed to get away from his parents so I let him move in.


I sat him down and told him that I was used to living alone now, and if he was going to live with me, I didn't want any trouble. No drinking or dr*gging here (I don't drink or use at all), no friends here at all hours, and he'd have to help with the household chores. Also, my personal life, where I go and when, and what I do is my business. He agreed. I didn't really expect much trouble from him, because he's quiet, kind, and discreet, but I wanted him to know right away how things were.


As I say, my nephew is intelligent, and it didn't take him long to figure out I was escorting as a side hustle. Since he was non judgmental and respectful about it, I admitted it. He said he wasn't surprised I was a hooker.


I guess I looked offended because he quickly said, "No, No, I meant because you're so beautiful. I always had a crush on you. You never visited us much, but when you did, you'd always bring me g*fts and presents. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off you. You were so fun and hot and smart, and the few times you were at our house were pretty much the only times in my life I felt happy."


I said, "Awww, honey, that's so sweet!" I told him I'd have visited more but his mother and I never got along. I was the baby sister and she was always trying to tell me what to do. I knew we'd end up fighting if I came around much. He said he knew how his parents were and he didn't blame me.


From then on I relaxed and worked both my jobs without worrying much. He kept all the agreements he'd made and did most of the chores around the house without being asked. He cooked all our meals and did the grocery shopping too.


When I'd get ready to go out to see a client, he helped me dress. That started innocently enough when I couldn't find a pair of heels and he said he thought he knew where they were. He brought them and I reached out my hand but he knelt down before me. I was in a hurry so I lifted each foot while he slipped the pair of stiletto slides on my feet. A few nights later I was running around in a bra and thong mumbling that I couldn't find my blue greyhound skirt that one of my clients loved to see me in. He would always tip big when I wore it. My nephew asked what a greyhound skirt was and I told him. He found it and brought it to me. Well, there he was holding the tiny skirt so I let him slip it on me. He gave my barely covered butt a smack and told me I looked great. I finished dressing and left.


I came home early that night because my client got called into work and cancelled out on me. I was pissed off and aggravated and I vented about it while my nephew quietly listened. He told me I looked tense and he could see how tight my muscles were. He came up behind me and started massaging my neck and shoulders. I just stood there. I should have stopped him right then, but I didn't. He pulled me into him and I could feel his bulge pressing into my ass. I gasped and craned my head back which only gave him an opening to start kissing my neck. I said, "No, Andrew, we've got to stop this, we can't do this."


He said, "Yes we can. The only good thing in my life is you. That's true, it's always been true." He turned me around and we started kissing. Before I knew it we were naked in my bedroom and he was lowering himself on top of me. He said, "I don't care what you say or what you think, you're going to be my first, Victoria. I've always wanted you to be my first, and you're going to be."


I started crying. Not because I wanted him to stop, but because I didn't. He knew that too. He entered me and I gasped again. I suddenly realized he was the first guy to go bare inside me since my ex husband. I made all my dates and clients use condoms. I couldn't help driving him in deeper with my heels, he felt so good. He couldn't last long, but that was ok. I massaged my clit and came like I hadn't for a long long time. We did it twice more and he slept with me all night. It had been years since semen drooled out of me and dried on my thighs and stained my sheets, but I loved it! I'd forgot how wonderful it was to snuggle through the night with someone I cared about.


Andrew's classes started a few weeks ago, and he's still living (and sleeping) with me. He's commuting to school, and it's actually a little bit shorter driving distance than if he'd stayed home. His parents are ok with that. I know they love him, but they're messed up and they know it. They feel better with him here, and, well, so do I, for different reasons.


I like things the way they are now, but I keep trying to impress on Andrew that our relationship is temporary. He keeps telling me he loves me and that I make him happy and that he'd never try to tell me how to live (meaning he wouldn't try to stop me from escorting). I keep telling him he deserves a real relationship and a family when he gets out of college. Besides the fact that I'm his aunt and a sex worker, he's going to want kids someday (although he denies it), and I decided a long time ago I did not want the responsibility of being a parent, ever. I know I shouldn't have let this happen, but it's too good right now to let go.

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# 60512 - by Victoria / September 4, 2022
- When I Was A Kid -
Straight Female / 48

As Sisters We Share Our Intimate Life

I am the older of two sisters, PK or preacher's kids. When I was sixteen and my sister was fourteen I was invited to go out to the lake with this senior boy. I told him my sister had to come because I couldn't leave her alone.

Out at the lake he got his hand under my sweater and felt me up in front of my sister. He got my sweater off and pushed my bra off my tits and sucked on them, while he felt me up between my legs. When he fucked me on the carpet my sister and I locked eyes until he was done.

He dropped us off at our house before our parents came home and my sister helped me take a bath and clean out my vagina so there wouldn't be any evidence. My sister wanted him to fuck her too and feel her up but at fourteen he wouldn't touch her. I spent the next eight weeks asking for forgiveness until my period came back, having missed the period right after going to the lake.

We were a bit older, and both in high school when we went out with these two boys and I watched him fuck my sister. It was in the back seat of the car, his mother's Buick Le Sabre. She wanted to 'lose it', but when she asked him to withdraw he didn't, so we had another eight week watch. Her period did not return, I spoke to a 'lady' I knew that I babysat for and she arranged an abortion.

All this is a long time ago, we are both mature ladies now, married and divorced and when the opportunity is there we watch while the other one has sex.

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# 60513 - by Pat / September 4, 2022
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