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1.) My fantasy became reality
We drove almost 30 miles to a new restaurant that had opened in a nature reserve. It was a beautiful drive out there and we parked in an open area, where we had to walk across a rope bridge and walk a mile to get there. We ate outside and everything was something very special, you felt as if you were reconnecting to nature, with birds and small a****ls all around you, I think I managed a bottle of wine on my own and I felt fruity enough to admit to my husband, that I was looking forward to getting back home and to bed. I was all sexed up.
We got back to the car and got inside and decided to sit with the windows down for a few minutes and as we did so, he lit a cigarette and smoked.
I counted eight cars and noticed that one in particular had a group of men around it, then I heard in the stillness of the woods, a woman's cry, one I myself might make when fucking.
My husband heard her also and looked at me, "Someones having fun", I said and nodded in the direction of the group of men in the distance.
He stopped drawing on his cigarette and looked concerned, as we heard the men laughing and the woman moaning again, "What do you think is going on", he said, possibly thinking the worse?
"Relax", I retorted, "they're dogging her", and my husband stared into the group around the female, who we still could not see.
"Dogging her"?
My poor husband was naive about modern sex practices, so I gave him one of the definitions of 'dogging', "A place where women go to have sex with many strangers at the same time".
He put out his cigarette, "Let's go", he said reaching to start the engine, but I stopped him, and he looked puzzled at me, "Lets wait and watch", I said, he could tell from my voice that something was going on in my head, as he looked back to the group of men and back to me and then a huge smile broke on his face as he realised, that his wife was turned on knowing that this was happening close by.
"You're into this stuff", he challenged, as if there was a realisation of something new and dark, something sinister about me that suddenly was elevating me up sexual hierarchy, and it frightened him, but also excited him, "Yeah", I whispered, suddenly feeling enlightened, "of I am, don't you have your sexual fantasies", I challenged?
Her yelping made us both turn back to the group in the distance, "They must be sticking her everywhere", I said, my throat tight with envy and my knickers wet with need for these men to take me.
Suddenly there was a small commotion, at the far end at the entrance, a car had just arrived and was driving slowly, "The Police", said my husband, at witch point the group had broken up and now we clearly saw the girl approach our car.
"Jesus Christ", blasphemed my husband. I too was shocked, she was my age, tall and leggy, almost stunningly beautiful but her attire was overtly sexual, stockings and belt, slutty but wanton.
I watched as my husband drank in this vision of sperm collection, "You would fuck her", I challenged as we both realised we were parked alongside her car, this was clearly a woman of means, and clearly a woman who knew what she wanted and got.
As she drew near she scanned our windscreen to see who was watching her. My husband had lit another cigarette and was sitting puffing when she drew close, and looked him in the face, before acknowledging myself just sitting there.
"Fucking Pigs", she slurred slightly, she obviously was on something, d**gs or booze, then she stopped and lent in towards my husband, "Do you have a spare", she asked huskily, looking at me, as if only realising me for the first time.
As my husband lit a cigarette for her, she spoke to me, "You here for some action", she queried, maybe she something in me that other women see, when it comes to sex, perfume, clothes, or makeup, how we present ourselves to other men, so I replied, "Yes, well until they arrived", I retorted, and I saw her eyes shift back to my husband, "What about you sweetheart, you like some pussy"?
I felt my heart leap as she propositioned my poor husband, good I love her neediness for men, she reminded my of the men who wolf whistle at me for sex, and I don't know why, but I said to her, "Jump in the back and he can join you".
My husband turned to me, he had a shocked look on his face, as she opened the back door to climb in, "Go on", I challenged him, "go back and have some fum, I'll watch", and he saw I had a wicked smile on my face.
By then she was in and had closed the door. Her perfume was intoxicating, and the smell of alcohol was strong, "come on baby", she provoked my husband, as we both looked back and saw her dress was high and she was naked under it, "Come to mummy", and my husband got out and went in the back, she was too hot not to want to fuck her, and as they started to tangle, I saw the police car turn and drive away.
The heady scent of perfume, cigarette smoke, kissing, and her wetness, both her scent and pussy excretions, filled the confined space of the car with noises and smells that stimulate human sexual actions, "Fuck me", she moaned quietly, as her long stockinged legs took up most of the space as she spread them open, one between the front seats and I could not resist touching her smooth inner thigh, seeing my husbands hand working its magic in and on her wet pussy.
I dug my nails into her fleshy thigh, and she groaned at my touch, "Lick me", she moaned, as I reached for my husbands zipped through the seat gap, I wanted to put his cock into her and lick his bum crack, as my own hand found my own wet cunt, and I began to rub myself unashamedly.
I pressed my lips down onto her flesh just about her stocking as I felt my husband erection fall free from the constraints of his pants, both us girls had undone enough to free his cock and he mounted her and I felt his slide into her open cunt, my own fingers now touching her labia as my husband's cock pistoned in and out.
As they fucked my door was opened, the men had come back and followed her to our car. They had been watching us and myself in particular, as they pulled me out and got around my body, pulling and tugging at my clothes, until I was naked.
Not much was said, as I saw the back door was opened and her squeals, like the ones that initially attracted us, began, as the car heaved, her in the back and myself across the bonnet at the front, so this was my fantasy, even better than when it was in my head, cocks everywhere, even when someone in the dark referred to me as the, "Bird in the restaurant", clearly they saw something in me then, and now they were inside me, enjoying the delights of my body.
Today, which is a few years later, "Dogging" is our release, we meet regularity and Susan, the classy girl from our first experience, is a friend, and we have explored my new found bi sexuality, having threesomes with men, looking for six holes to fill, most only get to two, which are our mouths and tongues, stronger men then get inside our pussies, and we leave our back doors to our fingers.
Are any of you readers strong enough to fill six holes with two very hot women???
2.) An unexpected happening
We read about young males who abuse their girlfriends and ask why mothers never did more to educate their boys to respect women. As a girl myself, I knew what sexual abuse was about, most girls experience sexual advances, and in a lot of instances, we helped create it, and men reacted to all our wrong signals.
I breast fed my son, and in doing so, there was an unbreakable bond we had, one that mothers feel as I did, and when my husband left me, that determination to make him more of a man than his father was, crossed forbidden barriers, in a sexual sense, like sharing a double bed, a divorced woman and her son, poverty does that to you, a single small flat, and one bed, sharing a bath to save on water heat and sleeping nude and finding time and space to relieve my own needs for a man, who was not there.
Then as he got older and entered puberty, he was reacting to the sex hormones he was experiencing, like getting erections in bed as he slept and then the inevitable happened, I will just say it, we had sex.
I was asleep and having an erotic dream. I was a hot stuffy night when I came to bed and my son was already sleeping when I climbed in on the other side and lay there finding it hard to get off to sleep. I got up and opened the skylight to let the humid heat out, and fresh air into the very hot bedroom, that only measured 2 x 3 meters.
I noted my son was still sleeping, so I got nude and just lay there sweating and began touching myself sexually, I remembered how easily I used to fall asleep after experiencing an orgasm, and if I was quiet and gentle I could probably do it without disturbing him.
It just was not my night and in the end, a thunderstorm broke, and the rain and cool downdrafts soon had me off.
I was dreaming and soon I was in one of my erotic fantasies, my earlier failed masturbation continued at a more relaxed and leisurely visually enhanced erotic dream and soon I was immersed in my favourite fantasy and the sex felt natural and wonderful, just as it did when I first married and then I orgasmed, the most complete feeling ever, so beautiful and powerful I awoke to the darkness of the room and the tingling aftereffects a good orgasm does for you.
The the horror of what I realised had happened, my son was inside me and had ejaculated and what's more he was still asleep, as I lay there frozen in shock and fear, he was still fucking me, moving in and out, slowly and rhythmically, using the full length of his erection, and brought me off again.
I lay there shivering in the now cold early morning. My son had turned away in his sleep and was now back at the other side of the bed.
I slept uneasy, but grateful there might be a chance he would awake thinking what he experienced would be his own wet dream, and yes, I knew girls fuck their fathers in their sleep, in their heads, and boys, do likewise with their mothers, the only difference being, everybody in those situations, all had their own beds and bedrooms.
3.) Something happened on the way home from work
It was dark and a slight drizzle had started. I was walking until I saw my bus was at the stop, so I started to run, and panic, I knew if he left I would have to either start walking and wait for the next one and I would miss my show on TV, "Eastenders".
As my luck would have it, it moved off as I closed the distance, and I only arrived to see it turn at the end of the road, and head off along Princess street.
As the rain started to fall, I could feel my frustrations start to well up inside me and I stamped my foot so hard, I broke my heel, I felt like crying and just sat down, pushing myself into the corner and watched from the darkness as all the light and hustle and bustle of life in this great city move on by, down at the main thoroughfare, called Princess street.
I was sitting quite alone with my shoe in my hand, I knew it would be 20 minutes before another bus came, and then, suddenly and without warning a man walked into the shelter, he was wearing a hoodie, so I could not see his face, just a dark shadow, and I turned away from him, as staring was considered rude, when he just said, "You miss the bus", and as I turned back in the darkness, he was beside me, and I saw something was wrong, as I turned, I was hit in the face with his ejaculate, such aiming, I opened my mouth to say something, and that was where it landed, as I gasped, he just kept cumming, and I bowed my head and felt the warmth of is semen land.
I dropped my shoe and started to fight back, but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and pressed home his advantage of height, and strength, "Open your fucking mouth bitch".
I just wilted, and for five minutes he held me in the corner forcing his flaccid penis into my mouth and making my lick his scrotum, as all his semen soaked and stung my eyes, and my breasts were pulled and twisted in his frenzied attack.
I sat in stunned silence, after he ran off into the darkness, with the acrid taste of semen in my mouth, and as if adding insult to injury, it began to dawn on me, I had also been urinated on, all the way down to my knickers, he had pissed on me, and it ran down between my breasts, stomach, and into my crotch.
I started to laugh, it was just too fantastical to compensate. I had girlfriends who had been ****d, and had listened to their stories, wondering why they could allow it to happen to them without fighting back, and now here I sat in the darkness, violated, and worse still, bathed in urine, the final insult to my abuse. I wanted to throw up, my attacker was in every pore of my body, and his seed was in my stomach and mouth. Long after he had fled, I was still tasting the contents of his balls.
I shook my head, I was not going to report the assault, he was getting away with his free ride of my outer body, I needed to shower.
I was strangely calm, and collected, there was a warmth coursing through me, like some inner strength gained from knowledge, I had survived something that frightened women, I had experienced the worse of what men can do almost with impunity, something a few drinks and a meal might achieve, perhaps the v******e of just taking my body for sexual pleasure was the main aim, apart from my poor twisted sore nipples and hurt pride, I was intact and thinking straight.
I opened my coat and adjusted my upper clothing, the more I touched myself, the urine and semen were everywhere on my body, even as I drew my tongue across my lips tasted the inner soul of this man who had just used me.
My clothes were prim and proper for an office girl, a white blouse with dark slim pencil dress, and mid heels, one broken, and it made me laugh, was I going crazy, having a reaction, like they do when they tell you too scream out your frustrations.
I suddenly realised it was pouring down, and all around was deserted, and I stood up, feeling the wetness on the sole of the foot where the shoe had been discarded, it felt cleaner than the rest of my body, so I kicked off the other shoe and and stood barefooted in the rain, feeling its cleansing power as I took of my outer coat and let the rain shower me.
I was being cleansed by nature, "Fuck it", I called out in defiance, and tore open my wet pristine white blouse as the rain soaked my chest, and then I pulled my brassiere up and felt the heat dissipate from my bared breasts, and the sudden surge of power course through my body, as I continued to strip off in the rain until I stood naked in my stockings, washing myself of his urine and semen, on the pavement of a deserted side street off the main street of Edinburgh, it felt so daring and erotic, I was doing something so fantastical it was making me feel as if I had a million volts of sexual energy coursing through me.
I walked naked back into the shelter and took out my phone, and yes, I took selfies of myself in that street, at that bus stop, I was past the stage of daring, I was feeling elated, and above that, alive and incredibly horny. I wanted to fuck, as I stood in my netted stockings only, leaning against the metal frame of the bus shelter, all my clothes on the bench, I began fingering myself, to relieve the most powerful sexual surge I had ever felt in my body, I wanted to cum before the bus did, but a car did, and stopped, to watch this naked young woman masturbate herself.
I remember his words, as his offside window went down, "Get in love if you need some help with that".
Three minutes later I asked him, "Where are we going"?
He looked at my naked wet body as I cowered in the back seat, my clothes in the foot-well of his car, "The Craggs, we can fuck there".
4) Sara, Daddy, and myself
My girlfriend Sara, gave me an advertising magazine, solely selling swimwear, lingerie, sex toys and much more for women and girls.
I took it home and deliberately left it on the dining table, in full view for my daddy to find. It was my sixteenth coming up and I wanted him to realise his little girl was becoming a woman, with woman's needs, and a good sex toy was high on my bucket list of essential things, as I had been masturbating for more than three years now, and my fingers and toothbrush were a bit c***dish, I needed daddy to know his little girl enjoyed her sex.
When I came home from school I saw the magazine had moved on the table, so I knew he had been reading it. It was full of explicit photos, as most modern magazines for girls are today, in fact, according to Sara, her daddy said it was more racy and explicit than the sex magazines for men were, and she has a great relationship with him.
Both our fathers were divorced and both our mothers went off with toy boys and wanted nothing to do with their daughters, as we might be a distraction for their new fuck toyboys, so we stayed with our fathers, which was cool, as we could wrap our daddies around our fingers, by just walking around in our underwear and making them horny and keeping their mates coming back for a drink.
"Dad, did you see my magazine", I called out, pretending not to see it in the pile of old newspapers, where he left it?
"It's on the table love", he called back from the kitchen, "on top of the newspapers".
"Got it, thanks", I retorted and sat down and started to flick through the pages as he came in carrying a beer and coke for me.
"How was school", he asked, as he sat down opposite me?
I looked up and opened the coke, "Same, same", I replied, and I saw he was looking down at the page I was on. "Where did you get that", he queried?
"From Sara", I answered, and then continued, "I want to get some stuff for my birthday", and I cheekily fluttered my eyelashes at him.
"But that's women's stuff", he blustered and gulped down his beer.
I pushed my chair back from the table and stood up, cupped my breasts and said, "Look daddy, I'm a woman", and I cheekily jiggled my tits in his face, "and, I shave down there now", I pointed to my crotch.
I saw the colour drain from his face, catching him off guard, so I continued, "I'm mature enough to start having babies, how much older need I be before you realise that", I challenged him?
"You're not pregnant", he spluttered and then sat ashen faced waiting for my answer?
"No daddy, I'm still a virgin", and then I landed my 'pièce de résistance', "Buy me a sex toy or I will be".
He stared and I stared back, then we laughed and he howled and slapped his leg, "You had me going there", he said, but I had to be sure, "and I mean daddy, I want a sex toy for my sixteenth".
He got up and came around the table and sat down beside me as we positioned the magazine between us, "Show me which one you want", he said, and I heard in his voice a change, and my eyes dropped to his lap, to see if he was having an erection, not that it bother me, I had sat on a few of his growing up and had learned that when he was in that state of mind, I could push for more.
I flicked through the pages and stopped at my preferred choice of vibrator, 'Lelo Gigi 2', and pointed to it. "It's cheap and the best on the market, 8 pleasure settings and waterproof", and then I stopped, as my excitement was running away from me.
Daddy looked at me, "Waterproof", he said under his breath, and I laughed, "Yes daddy, girls like to do it in the bath", and I nudged him with my elbow, say no more.
He continued to read then surprisingly he asked me, "Does Sara have this one and does she do it in the bath"?
I stared at him, "My friend daddy, what are you thinking, she's my friend".
He eyeballed me, "Yes, but she is the same age as you and therefore by your reasoning, a woman too".
He had landed a sucker punch to my argument and my mind raced. Sara was a game girl, a bit more outlandish and forward so she would not mind if I used her to get what I wanted, after all I could do for her what she could do for me.
"If I tell, will you buy"?
Daddy was coy, "The more you tell, the more I will buy", he said teasingly. Why do older men lust after knowledge of the minds of girls?
My heart thumped, and I could feel my nipples hardening, under my pristine white cotton blouse. It had crossed my mind a long time ago about my daddy and my best friend. I mean, fuck, I could feel my pussy swell and get wet with the idea of sex like that, between them.
Daddy got up, he had planned to go down the pub for a couple of pints, but he went to the kitchen and got himself another beer and came back and sat down beside me again.
"Aren't you going down the boozer", I asked him?
"No", he said quietly, "I want to get to know my grown up daughter's sex life", he answered, and he shifted in his seat, a sure sign he had a hard-on, so I was there, where I wanted him to be, as my eyes flashed at the catalogue, "How much can I buy", I asked him?
"Like I said, the more you fill me in with what I want to know, the more I will support your new sex life"
I sat, scared to speak, my heart was racing and I felt very horny, not because it was my father, but ore because I was being treated as an equal, I knew this was about him as much as it was about me, and together we were going to be dynamite, so I started as I meant to go, "Do you want to fuck my friend daddy, do you want to fuck Sara"?
We looked at each other and I saw something different in his eyes, and he swallowed hard, probably hearing me mouth the 'fuck' word, coming from his daughters mouth, or better still, admitting his fantasy for my schoolgirl friend.
"I have thought about it before", he whispered, before adding, "she really is a sexy girl".
"I think my daddy wants to fuck you". Sara looked at me, her mouth puckered, and her lips pouting. She had secretly been using lip fillers, and lip gloss, to present her mouth to men, as a doorway to what she hid under her school uniform.
We were in the girl's toilet and she turned towards the mirror and spoke, "Do you want me to let him"? She spoke as she applied more lip gloss to her pouting lips.
She was yet to be asked about staying over at mine and daddy's over the weekend, I had already decided to ask her, because I really wanted to watch them and see daddy inside her.
We drove almost 30 miles to a new restaurant that had opened in a nature reserve. It was a beautiful drive out there and we parked in an open area, where we had to walk across a rope bridge and walk a mile to get there. We ate outside and everything was something very special, you felt as if you were reconnecting to nature, with birds and small a****ls all around you, I think I managed a bottle of wine on my own and I felt fruity enough to admit to my husband, that I was looking forward to getting back home and to bed. I was all sexed up.
We got back to the car and got inside and decided to sit with the windows down for a few minutes and as we did so, he lit a cigarette and smoked.
I counted eight cars and noticed that one in particular had a group of men around it, then I heard in the stillness of the woods, a woman's cry, one I myself might make when fucking.
My husband heard her also and looked at me, "Someones having fun", I said and nodded in the direction of the group of men in the distance.
He stopped drawing on his cigarette and looked concerned, as we heard the men laughing and the woman moaning again, "What do you think is going on", he said, possibly thinking the worse?
"Relax", I retorted, "they're dogging her", and my husband stared into the group around the female, who we still could not see.
"Dogging her"?
My poor husband was naive about modern sex practices, so I gave him one of the definitions of 'dogging', "A place where women go to have sex with many strangers at the same time".
He put out his cigarette, "Let's go", he said reaching to start the engine, but I stopped him, and he looked puzzled at me, "Lets wait and watch", I said, he could tell from my voice that something was going on in my head, as he looked back to the group of men and back to me and then a huge smile broke on his face as he realised, that his wife was turned on knowing that this was happening close by.
"You're into this stuff", he challenged, as if there was a realisation of something new and dark, something sinister about me that suddenly was elevating me up sexual hierarchy, and it frightened him, but also excited him, "Yeah", I whispered, suddenly feeling enlightened, "of I am, don't you have your sexual fantasies", I challenged?
Her yelping made us both turn back to the group in the distance, "They must be sticking her everywhere", I said, my throat tight with envy and my knickers wet with need for these men to take me.
Suddenly there was a small commotion, at the far end at the entrance, a car had just arrived and was driving slowly, "The Police", said my husband, at witch point the group had broken up and now we clearly saw the girl approach our car.
"Jesus Christ", blasphemed my husband. I too was shocked, she was my age, tall and leggy, almost stunningly beautiful but her attire was overtly sexual, stockings and belt, slutty but wanton.
I watched as my husband drank in this vision of sperm collection, "You would fuck her", I challenged as we both realised we were parked alongside her car, this was clearly a woman of means, and clearly a woman who knew what she wanted and got.
As she drew near she scanned our windscreen to see who was watching her. My husband had lit another cigarette and was sitting puffing when she drew close, and looked him in the face, before acknowledging myself just sitting there.
"Fucking Pigs", she slurred slightly, she obviously was on something, d**gs or booze, then she stopped and lent in towards my husband, "Do you have a spare", she asked huskily, looking at me, as if only realising me for the first time.
As my husband lit a cigarette for her, she spoke to me, "You here for some action", she queried, maybe she something in me that other women see, when it comes to sex, perfume, clothes, or makeup, how we present ourselves to other men, so I replied, "Yes, well until they arrived", I retorted, and I saw her eyes shift back to my husband, "What about you sweetheart, you like some pussy"?
I felt my heart leap as she propositioned my poor husband, good I love her neediness for men, she reminded my of the men who wolf whistle at me for sex, and I don't know why, but I said to her, "Jump in the back and he can join you".
My husband turned to me, he had a shocked look on his face, as she opened the back door to climb in, "Go on", I challenged him, "go back and have some fum, I'll watch", and he saw I had a wicked smile on my face.
By then she was in and had closed the door. Her perfume was intoxicating, and the smell of alcohol was strong, "come on baby", she provoked my husband, as we both looked back and saw her dress was high and she was naked under it, "Come to mummy", and my husband got out and went in the back, she was too hot not to want to fuck her, and as they started to tangle, I saw the police car turn and drive away.
The heady scent of perfume, cigarette smoke, kissing, and her wetness, both her scent and pussy excretions, filled the confined space of the car with noises and smells that stimulate human sexual actions, "Fuck me", she moaned quietly, as her long stockinged legs took up most of the space as she spread them open, one between the front seats and I could not resist touching her smooth inner thigh, seeing my husbands hand working its magic in and on her wet pussy.
I dug my nails into her fleshy thigh, and she groaned at my touch, "Lick me", she moaned, as I reached for my husbands zipped through the seat gap, I wanted to put his cock into her and lick his bum crack, as my own hand found my own wet cunt, and I began to rub myself unashamedly.
I pressed my lips down onto her flesh just about her stocking as I felt my husband erection fall free from the constraints of his pants, both us girls had undone enough to free his cock and he mounted her and I felt his slide into her open cunt, my own fingers now touching her labia as my husband's cock pistoned in and out.
As they fucked my door was opened, the men had come back and followed her to our car. They had been watching us and myself in particular, as they pulled me out and got around my body, pulling and tugging at my clothes, until I was naked.
Not much was said, as I saw the back door was opened and her squeals, like the ones that initially attracted us, began, as the car heaved, her in the back and myself across the bonnet at the front, so this was my fantasy, even better than when it was in my head, cocks everywhere, even when someone in the dark referred to me as the, "Bird in the restaurant", clearly they saw something in me then, and now they were inside me, enjoying the delights of my body.
Today, which is a few years later, "Dogging" is our release, we meet regularity and Susan, the classy girl from our first experience, is a friend, and we have explored my new found bi sexuality, having threesomes with men, looking for six holes to fill, most only get to two, which are our mouths and tongues, stronger men then get inside our pussies, and we leave our back doors to our fingers.
Are any of you readers strong enough to fill six holes with two very hot women???
2.) An unexpected happening
We read about young males who abuse their girlfriends and ask why mothers never did more to educate their boys to respect women. As a girl myself, I knew what sexual abuse was about, most girls experience sexual advances, and in a lot of instances, we helped create it, and men reacted to all our wrong signals.
I breast fed my son, and in doing so, there was an unbreakable bond we had, one that mothers feel as I did, and when my husband left me, that determination to make him more of a man than his father was, crossed forbidden barriers, in a sexual sense, like sharing a double bed, a divorced woman and her son, poverty does that to you, a single small flat, and one bed, sharing a bath to save on water heat and sleeping nude and finding time and space to relieve my own needs for a man, who was not there.
Then as he got older and entered puberty, he was reacting to the sex hormones he was experiencing, like getting erections in bed as he slept and then the inevitable happened, I will just say it, we had sex.
I was asleep and having an erotic dream. I was a hot stuffy night when I came to bed and my son was already sleeping when I climbed in on the other side and lay there finding it hard to get off to sleep. I got up and opened the skylight to let the humid heat out, and fresh air into the very hot bedroom, that only measured 2 x 3 meters.
I noted my son was still sleeping, so I got nude and just lay there sweating and began touching myself sexually, I remembered how easily I used to fall asleep after experiencing an orgasm, and if I was quiet and gentle I could probably do it without disturbing him.
It just was not my night and in the end, a thunderstorm broke, and the rain and cool downdrafts soon had me off.
I was dreaming and soon I was in one of my erotic fantasies, my earlier failed masturbation continued at a more relaxed and leisurely visually enhanced erotic dream and soon I was immersed in my favourite fantasy and the sex felt natural and wonderful, just as it did when I first married and then I orgasmed, the most complete feeling ever, so beautiful and powerful I awoke to the darkness of the room and the tingling aftereffects a good orgasm does for you.
The the horror of what I realised had happened, my son was inside me and had ejaculated and what's more he was still asleep, as I lay there frozen in shock and fear, he was still fucking me, moving in and out, slowly and rhythmically, using the full length of his erection, and brought me off again.
I lay there shivering in the now cold early morning. My son had turned away in his sleep and was now back at the other side of the bed.
I slept uneasy, but grateful there might be a chance he would awake thinking what he experienced would be his own wet dream, and yes, I knew girls fuck their fathers in their sleep, in their heads, and boys, do likewise with their mothers, the only difference being, everybody in those situations, all had their own beds and bedrooms.
3.) Something happened on the way home from work
It was dark and a slight drizzle had started. I was walking until I saw my bus was at the stop, so I started to run, and panic, I knew if he left I would have to either start walking and wait for the next one and I would miss my show on TV, "Eastenders".
As my luck would have it, it moved off as I closed the distance, and I only arrived to see it turn at the end of the road, and head off along Princess street.
As the rain started to fall, I could feel my frustrations start to well up inside me and I stamped my foot so hard, I broke my heel, I felt like crying and just sat down, pushing myself into the corner and watched from the darkness as all the light and hustle and bustle of life in this great city move on by, down at the main thoroughfare, called Princess street.
I was sitting quite alone with my shoe in my hand, I knew it would be 20 minutes before another bus came, and then, suddenly and without warning a man walked into the shelter, he was wearing a hoodie, so I could not see his face, just a dark shadow, and I turned away from him, as staring was considered rude, when he just said, "You miss the bus", and as I turned back in the darkness, he was beside me, and I saw something was wrong, as I turned, I was hit in the face with his ejaculate, such aiming, I opened my mouth to say something, and that was where it landed, as I gasped, he just kept cumming, and I bowed my head and felt the warmth of is semen land.
I dropped my shoe and started to fight back, but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and pressed home his advantage of height, and strength, "Open your fucking mouth bitch".
I just wilted, and for five minutes he held me in the corner forcing his flaccid penis into my mouth and making my lick his scrotum, as all his semen soaked and stung my eyes, and my breasts were pulled and twisted in his frenzied attack.
I sat in stunned silence, after he ran off into the darkness, with the acrid taste of semen in my mouth, and as if adding insult to injury, it began to dawn on me, I had also been urinated on, all the way down to my knickers, he had pissed on me, and it ran down between my breasts, stomach, and into my crotch.
I started to laugh, it was just too fantastical to compensate. I had girlfriends who had been ****d, and had listened to their stories, wondering why they could allow it to happen to them without fighting back, and now here I sat in the darkness, violated, and worse still, bathed in urine, the final insult to my abuse. I wanted to throw up, my attacker was in every pore of my body, and his seed was in my stomach and mouth. Long after he had fled, I was still tasting the contents of his balls.
I shook my head, I was not going to report the assault, he was getting away with his free ride of my outer body, I needed to shower.
I was strangely calm, and collected, there was a warmth coursing through me, like some inner strength gained from knowledge, I had survived something that frightened women, I had experienced the worse of what men can do almost with impunity, something a few drinks and a meal might achieve, perhaps the v******e of just taking my body for sexual pleasure was the main aim, apart from my poor twisted sore nipples and hurt pride, I was intact and thinking straight.
I opened my coat and adjusted my upper clothing, the more I touched myself, the urine and semen were everywhere on my body, even as I drew my tongue across my lips tasted the inner soul of this man who had just used me.
My clothes were prim and proper for an office girl, a white blouse with dark slim pencil dress, and mid heels, one broken, and it made me laugh, was I going crazy, having a reaction, like they do when they tell you too scream out your frustrations.
I suddenly realised it was pouring down, and all around was deserted, and I stood up, feeling the wetness on the sole of the foot where the shoe had been discarded, it felt cleaner than the rest of my body, so I kicked off the other shoe and and stood barefooted in the rain, feeling its cleansing power as I took of my outer coat and let the rain shower me.
I was being cleansed by nature, "Fuck it", I called out in defiance, and tore open my wet pristine white blouse as the rain soaked my chest, and then I pulled my brassiere up and felt the heat dissipate from my bared breasts, and the sudden surge of power course through my body, as I continued to strip off in the rain until I stood naked in my stockings, washing myself of his urine and semen, on the pavement of a deserted side street off the main street of Edinburgh, it felt so daring and erotic, I was doing something so fantastical it was making me feel as if I had a million volts of sexual energy coursing through me.
I walked naked back into the shelter and took out my phone, and yes, I took selfies of myself in that street, at that bus stop, I was past the stage of daring, I was feeling elated, and above that, alive and incredibly horny. I wanted to fuck, as I stood in my netted stockings only, leaning against the metal frame of the bus shelter, all my clothes on the bench, I began fingering myself, to relieve the most powerful sexual surge I had ever felt in my body, I wanted to cum before the bus did, but a car did, and stopped, to watch this naked young woman masturbate herself.
I remember his words, as his offside window went down, "Get in love if you need some help with that".
Three minutes later I asked him, "Where are we going"?
He looked at my naked wet body as I cowered in the back seat, my clothes in the foot-well of his car, "The Craggs, we can fuck there".
4) Sara, Daddy, and myself
My girlfriend Sara, gave me an advertising magazine, solely selling swimwear, lingerie, sex toys and much more for women and girls.
I took it home and deliberately left it on the dining table, in full view for my daddy to find. It was my sixteenth coming up and I wanted him to realise his little girl was becoming a woman, with woman's needs, and a good sex toy was high on my bucket list of essential things, as I had been masturbating for more than three years now, and my fingers and toothbrush were a bit c***dish, I needed daddy to know his little girl enjoyed her sex.
When I came home from school I saw the magazine had moved on the table, so I knew he had been reading it. It was full of explicit photos, as most modern magazines for girls are today, in fact, according to Sara, her daddy said it was more racy and explicit than the sex magazines for men were, and she has a great relationship with him.
Both our fathers were divorced and both our mothers went off with toy boys and wanted nothing to do with their daughters, as we might be a distraction for their new fuck toyboys, so we stayed with our fathers, which was cool, as we could wrap our daddies around our fingers, by just walking around in our underwear and making them horny and keeping their mates coming back for a drink.
"Dad, did you see my magazine", I called out, pretending not to see it in the pile of old newspapers, where he left it?
"It's on the table love", he called back from the kitchen, "on top of the newspapers".
"Got it, thanks", I retorted and sat down and started to flick through the pages as he came in carrying a beer and coke for me.
"How was school", he asked, as he sat down opposite me?
I looked up and opened the coke, "Same, same", I replied, and I saw he was looking down at the page I was on. "Where did you get that", he queried?
"From Sara", I answered, and then continued, "I want to get some stuff for my birthday", and I cheekily fluttered my eyelashes at him.
"But that's women's stuff", he blustered and gulped down his beer.
I pushed my chair back from the table and stood up, cupped my breasts and said, "Look daddy, I'm a woman", and I cheekily jiggled my tits in his face, "and, I shave down there now", I pointed to my crotch.
I saw the colour drain from his face, catching him off guard, so I continued, "I'm mature enough to start having babies, how much older need I be before you realise that", I challenged him?
"You're not pregnant", he spluttered and then sat ashen faced waiting for my answer?
"No daddy, I'm still a virgin", and then I landed my 'pièce de résistance', "Buy me a sex toy or I will be".
He stared and I stared back, then we laughed and he howled and slapped his leg, "You had me going there", he said, but I had to be sure, "and I mean daddy, I want a sex toy for my sixteenth".
He got up and came around the table and sat down beside me as we positioned the magazine between us, "Show me which one you want", he said, and I heard in his voice a change, and my eyes dropped to his lap, to see if he was having an erection, not that it bother me, I had sat on a few of his growing up and had learned that when he was in that state of mind, I could push for more.
I flicked through the pages and stopped at my preferred choice of vibrator, 'Lelo Gigi 2', and pointed to it. "It's cheap and the best on the market, 8 pleasure settings and waterproof", and then I stopped, as my excitement was running away from me.
Daddy looked at me, "Waterproof", he said under his breath, and I laughed, "Yes daddy, girls like to do it in the bath", and I nudged him with my elbow, say no more.
He continued to read then surprisingly he asked me, "Does Sara have this one and does she do it in the bath"?
I stared at him, "My friend daddy, what are you thinking, she's my friend".
He eyeballed me, "Yes, but she is the same age as you and therefore by your reasoning, a woman too".
He had landed a sucker punch to my argument and my mind raced. Sara was a game girl, a bit more outlandish and forward so she would not mind if I used her to get what I wanted, after all I could do for her what she could do for me.
"If I tell, will you buy"?
Daddy was coy, "The more you tell, the more I will buy", he said teasingly. Why do older men lust after knowledge of the minds of girls?
My heart thumped, and I could feel my nipples hardening, under my pristine white cotton blouse. It had crossed my mind a long time ago about my daddy and my best friend. I mean, fuck, I could feel my pussy swell and get wet with the idea of sex like that, between them.
Daddy got up, he had planned to go down the pub for a couple of pints, but he went to the kitchen and got himself another beer and came back and sat down beside me again.
"Aren't you going down the boozer", I asked him?
"No", he said quietly, "I want to get to know my grown up daughter's sex life", he answered, and he shifted in his seat, a sure sign he had a hard-on, so I was there, where I wanted him to be, as my eyes flashed at the catalogue, "How much can I buy", I asked him?
"Like I said, the more you fill me in with what I want to know, the more I will support your new sex life"
I sat, scared to speak, my heart was racing and I felt very horny, not because it was my father, but ore because I was being treated as an equal, I knew this was about him as much as it was about me, and together we were going to be dynamite, so I started as I meant to go, "Do you want to fuck my friend daddy, do you want to fuck Sara"?
We looked at each other and I saw something different in his eyes, and he swallowed hard, probably hearing me mouth the 'fuck' word, coming from his daughters mouth, or better still, admitting his fantasy for my schoolgirl friend.
"I have thought about it before", he whispered, before adding, "she really is a sexy girl".
"I think my daddy wants to fuck you". Sara looked at me, her mouth puckered, and her lips pouting. She had secretly been using lip fillers, and lip gloss, to present her mouth to men, as a doorway to what she hid under her school uniform.
We were in the girl's toilet and she turned towards the mirror and spoke, "Do you want me to let him"? She spoke as she applied more lip gloss to her pouting lips.
She was yet to be asked about staying over at mine and daddy's over the weekend, I had already decided to ask her, because I really wanted to watch them and see daddy inside her.
Libbie
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