00999

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Age: 28
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Cute Cousin

My 24 yo cousin Amy and I are good friends. I helped get her a place next door to me when she was 19, and since then we've hung out on almost a daily basis. We've crashed at each other's places countless times, even slept in the same bed and nothing sexual ever happened.
I can't lie and say I've never thought that way about her, because she is a very pretty. Short, slim, pale skin, dark hair, pretty little freckled face. She's kind of a nerd, but hot. When we go out together people always assume we are in a relationship. It kind of feels good to have people think I could land a girl like her.
One night about a year ago I was getting ready for bed and she knocked on my door. I was only wearing my boxers but she has seen me sleep like that countless times so I didn't bother getting dressed. She asked if we could watch a movie and hang out. I agreed, and we got into my bed and scrolled through prime until we found something decent. We just talked and chatted as usual. I ended up falling asleep before the movie was over though.
I woke up to the credits rolling and a wonderful feeling, my hard cock in her mouth. I didn't say a word. I thought, this is wrong, but it feels so good. As I woke up more and became more aware I realized she was naked. I couldn't see much but the top of her head, but seeing her cute ass up in the air made me harder than ever. After a few minutes she slowly climbed up and started kissing me. I could feel her perfectly smooth bald pussy on my cock. I reached down, one hand on her ass, one on my dick and slid it into her tight wet pussy. It wasn't a hard fucking though, as corny as it sounds we made love.
I couldn't believe it, it felt so wrong to be inside my cousin, but at the same time it was like the shame of it made it that much better. We've been having sex a few times a week since that night. The best part of it is that she has a birth control device, so I can go raw and cum in her everytime with no worries. We both still date other people, and neither of us see it as a relationship. It's just like friends with benefits. Cousins with benefits if you will.
My girlfriend gets jealous of Amy, but I tell her "She's my cousin. You have nothing to worry about." If a man is going to cheat, could there possibly be a better cover than that?

Living A Life You Can Only Dream Of

I followed the path of least resistance, graduated with a 2.1 GPA in the laughable degree in Social Services. I found a job that paid more than the city did, pizza waitress. There I was, working six to midnight making half of what my siblings were earning. At this stage, with over sixty thousand in student debt, my only way out was to get married.

The man in question is a friend of my older brother's, thirty. His demands included four children, before I turned thirty. He wanted them out of the house by the time he turned sixty. Working was low on the list, making babies, staying home like his mother, was his vision.

With limited prospects, not able to move out from under my parents, my mother looked me in the eye, you've got it in you, get married and get those babies going. The wedding was semi formal, the honeymoon a cruise in the Caribbean, the counting started, I came home pregnant.

Four babies later, I turned thirty. My husband is an old fashioned Dad, you take care of them. He's a lot of help with suggestions, but not much help with the children. That's what sisters are for. But he is a good provider. We don't have many misunderstandings, I do my stuff, he does his. It's easy deciding, no man wants to come home to a wife in curlers, kids screaming, and the porkchops burned. No wife wants a husband unemployed on the couch.

I like my life, I like the whole women's world, believe me, pizza waitress is not my calling.

A Girl Can Dream Can't She

I got pregnant young at 17 and now have 4 kids. I am bored and feel like i have missed out on a lot of things especially when it comes to sex. as you could imagine their isn't a lot of time to get freaky but when i sleep i have some of the best sex dreams even woken up very wet sometime i cum....anys, I want to be manhandled by a group of men who just fuck me crazy in every hole and cover me with there sticky cum glazing. i want to feel a 10 inch cock get shoved down my throat and feel my ass stretch with another cock all the while my c**t is getting drilled. if i could have cock in every hole at the same time it would definitely check a box on my bucket list for sure! fill me ass with your seed and cum cover my face. i want to live!!!

College Teaching Assistant

When I was in college, like a hundred years ago, I travelled with the basketball team and assisted with their education and studies. Basically, I was a teaching assistant for the team that had direct access to their classroom workload and to their teachers.

The problem was this: one night I made the mistake of giving one of the players head. By the end of the next day, EVERY player scheduled private time with me to ‘assist with their studies’. How it went was this: we would study for as long as it took for the player to understand the activity or lesson or homework. Once we met the requirement of the teacher, I would give head or give a handjob.

This went on for two regular years plus the two years of my masters in education. I cannot even count how many blowjobs I gave - maybe 3,500? I will admit, I did fuck if the scenario was perfect, but that was far far far less than blowjobs. I do not know if anyone outside of the players knew. I never got caught and nobody outside of the players got this treatment from me.

I am now a mature female. I LOVE sucking cock and I am a complete professional at doing it.

My Sir Gallahad

Sixteen, in a car wreck, upside down, scared. A man looked through the window, he returned with tool for breaking windows. He reached inside to unbuckle my seatbelt, but it was jammed. He used the tool to cut the strap and pull me out. I had a broken ankle and bruised ribs from the seat belt, but otherwise was fine. Except for one long lasting 'trauma', I have never been able to get over him.

Love isn't the right word, I do love him but it's a lot more. My parents weren't opposed as much as concerned, I was 16 and he was 35. I went to therapy, spent long hours daydreaming, my grades went down, I couldn't sleep at night. He was kind and respectful, I wrapped my arms around him. I kissed him, he would deflect so I would kiss his cheek but he wasn't always successful.

We were at a dinner party my parents had for him, everyone wanted to meet him. I was still in a boot, but my bruises were mostly gone. When he arrived I couldn't run to him, and my mother held me back. Let the man come to you she told me. When he saw me he came over and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, on the lips. He frowned at me, my mother went stiff. Now everyone knew I was his.

In time he had to make love to me, be seen in public with his high school girlfriend. Tongues said nasty things, invented things, called me crazy, the accident must have been worse than it seemed. My psychologist had lots of theories but in the end she said I was sixteen. You know, the night in shinning armor.

Well the feelings are still there, just stronger and more intense. I managed through high school and college, he kept me in school or he wouldn't marry me. Well now I'm married , he has a 'young wife'. I love him, maybe not the way you think of. I love him my way.

So I'm A Gold Digger, Aunt Caroline Taught Me

Growing up I have an Aunt Caroline, she married a rich man twenty years older. My mother, and her other sisters called her a gold digger, married for money and not for love. Bottom line they treated her like an outcast and continuously demeaned her. But I liked her, you could say I was her favorite niece. "Between rich and poor, rich is better", "you can just as easily fall in love with a rich mam", "intimacy is overrated, after the first week it's all downhill", "a girl's best friend is six inches of silicone".

In college I lived with her, a g*ft more than tuition. I got student loans for tuition and books. College life wasn't the experience, I lived off campus and my social life was country club, old men and younger women. It was obvious these men liked their young wives and bought them everything, and in quiet talks they compared dildos, and pool boys.

I graduated in December 2019 and got an entry level starting in January. My training was interrupted when everyone went home and everyone went remote. I struggled and felt useless, Aunt Caroline told me I could quit, but then I'd be completely isolated, so I stuck it out.

This division director called me and said he wanted to show me how to do somethings, but I needed to go see him. Remember those days, going to him was frightening but my Aunt Caroline told me to suck it up, he was a chief not an indian. I went, mid thirties, nice condo, best location, decorated, art on the walls, even the bathrooms. All it was missing was a woman, I hoped.

He was a widower, lost his wife in a diving accident before they had children. My Aunt was all over me, shower him with affection, warm moist pussy bests masturbation, suck his cock, wash the dishes. Right now is the time to strike, don't lose the opportunity. But I don't love him! You will learn to love him, nothing makes your heart flutter like a nice new diamond.

My Aunt Caroline was a gold digger.

The time was really miserable, I went over twice a week, I asked him to let me catch up his laundry, neatly folded in the dresser drawers and shirts hung and ironed. I brought groceries, fixed home cooked lunch. I wore nice but seductive flowing dresses, or lose tops and push up bras, my Aunt dressed me, funded my wardrobe. And all that middle class upbringing made cleaning and cooking easy living.

Intimacy wasn't offered, so I broached the subject, he said he wasn't over his wife. I whispered and told him, my pussy needed attention, if he needed a blowjob to let me know. A few days later he gave my pussy attention. It was warm and moist, and I wrapped my legs around him, gave his dick warm moist kisses, made the bed afterwards. He said he liked it, a long time coming, but it bothered him that we worked together.

It took lots of pussy, lots of dick attention, cooking and cleaning, a woman's work is never done. We got married on Zoom with the courthouse, he gave me his mother's diamond ring, I told him we would save his wife's engagement ring for a daughter. I did the thing, let him inseminate me. Everything Aunt Caroline suggested, married with children, all that's left is learning to love him.

Wrong Time To Walk Home

I grew up in the country. From our house to town was about five miles, unless you took a shortcut through the empty field that belonged to our neighbor. We took the shortcut all the time and this one afternoon when we were walking back home we came across a man in the field. He stood up and looked at us and said we had come right on time because he didn't want to go find a goat to fuck.

I let him fuck me so he would leave my sister alone, she ran home and when my father came back with her the man was gone. After that we were never allowed to go into town alone, but the damage was done and I had a son. I called him William, Bill for short.

He's a grown man now, and has his own family. I never spent a second looking for that man, but my son has it in his head he wants to find him. What for? What happened happened a very long time ago. Leave sleeping dogs lie, that's the saying and I think it applies now. Nothing good can come of my son finding that man.

That Church Pussy !

I've seen several posts about getting pussy at church. Something I heard years ago and still makes me laugh when I think about, was something my grandpa said.

He was a preacher in several country churches in his day and retired at the age of 63 after 40 years in the ministry. When he retired, we sat down and talked while fishing, about him being a retired.

He told me that the one thing he would miss most, was being able to put the Holy Spirit into as many lonely wives and confused young girls as possible.

He also said he would continue to put the Holy Spirit in some, but he'd needed to pace myself.

Church is a great place to get pussy...

Being The Good Uncle

Being in real estate i was in my 20's when i bought my first home with a pool.
At early 30 i had a nice big mansion, big garden and 2 pools.
No wife or kids, but my nieces and nephews and some cousins always were happy to come and visit. As they got older, they would stop by themselves (no parents).
I've seen the boys and girls grow up, swimming, becoming young women and young men.
I talked to my brother and sister and found out they weren't to happy about the first bf's and gf's coming over. And as i expected, some of them came up to me, i have a gf i would like to take here. I have a bf, i would like to take here.
I told them they could, as long as things would be safe (and i told them where i stored my condoms) and i sometimes would come home unexpected.

What they didn't know is my house is kinda filled with security cams (mostly due to theft in my neighborhood). watching those teenagers having sex became a big turn-on.
i shot many loads jerking off to watching my niece going down on bf's. getting her face creamed or my nephew bringing home some very nice girls.
Getting to know their favorite places i improved my security camera's.
Knowing their favorite sexual acts makes christmas and birthday parties real interesting.

I've walked in multiple times, making sure my niece orgasmed then walking in so the boy couldn't. or with my nephew just wanting to see the girls in real,

And some girls were just gold diggers. I've had 3 girls who came by, without my nephew or cousins, asking if they could use the pool again. i told them they could but i would expect a nice gesture in return, pointing to my crotch. all 3 sucked me, 2 i fucked.

i love being the good uncle, hoping my family will keep up things like this

Women Seem To Want It All

I had a casual conversation with a clerk at a store. She casually mentioned that she was fed up with the men she was meeting. I asked her 'how so' and she went down the usual complaints, mama boys, no serious job futures, wishy washy values, poor. So, what kind of man was she looking for?

One who could support her, she wanted kids and to be a stay at home mom, live in an upper class neighborhood. Prince charming had to be rich. I told her I was divorced, made a good living, could set her up like she liked. No, too old, she said.

No wonder she's single. And frustrated to boot.