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That was the situation when I decided it was time to rape Susan, to take her virginity. I slipped my wife two extra tablets of Ambien with her dinner. One made her groggy…but a loud noise would still wake her up. She’d never believe that she slept while I raped our daughter in the same room.

I waited until my wife went to bed and was out cold. I put her in the overstuffed chair in the corner of our bedroom. I laid several thick towels down to catch our fluids and her virgin blood. Then I called Susan.

“Yeah dad what do you want?”

I want to talk to you about your behavior in recent months. You’ve become a lying little slut, who is flunking out of school. Is that really what you want? Is that how you want to be treated?”

“Y-you can’t talk to me like that, you are my father!”

“I can talk to you any way I please. It’s time you learned that I am in control. YOU obey ME! Get those clothes off right now, right fucking now!”

Susan was upset but she realized she better listen. She took her nightgown off and waited for me to order her across my lap.

Heh.

“Everything Susan, I want you completely naked–do it.”

“Oh no, dad NO! You can’t be serious–NAKED!”

“C’mere slut” I said as I slung her across me. I undid her bra, and ripped her panties off.

She just laid there in shock as I began to smack her little bottom. It looked so good red and raw. Susan still thought this was discipline. Extreme maybe, but deserved. Until I began to maul her ass, to squeeze and separate it.

“Wh, whut are you doing? MOM wake up, help!” she squeaked in anger and humiliation.

“You are my daughter, how dare you give this sweet little pussy to somebody else before me? I’ve tried everything else to get through to you, call it tough love.”

I began licking and sucking her tits. She struggled but she was just too weak. Her tears and snot and squirming were exciting to me.

I held her down on my bed while her mother slept 3 feet away. Her tits were begging to be sucked and I straddled her body and licked them good. Her nipples began to swell as I played with her. I needed a taste of her mouth and laughed aloud as I kissed my only daughter, long and hard and slow.

“I want you to suck my cock just like you did for that little prick. Suck me Susan, suck your daddy. I deserve it for putting up with your crap. I made you, I own you and you’re going to be my good little girl again.”

My cock slipped into her mouth at last and I loosely grabbed her throat. I made it clear that if she did not suck me properly, I would choke her. After all, it’s not like she had never done it before. My daughter knew how to suck cock good–I saw her do it.

Slowly at first she licked and nibbled on me. Then she sucked on just the tip. I started fucking her mouth and soon had more than half of my 7 inches inside her mouth. She kept making these gurgly wet noises–god she was sexy. Read the rest of this entry »

I have a problem. I like to make women in my family drink my cum. It started when I was thirteen, and I am twenty-eight now. Mother, sisters, aunts, cousins, even close female friends and co-workers have all tasted several mouthfuls of my creamy sperm in the last fifteen years-without their knowledge. I guess it was harmless enough at first, but it has been getting worse. I know I have crossed the line, but I can’t stop. I kind of stumbled into a near foolproof way of raping women that I know, and not getting caught. I’m going to teach you how to do it, safely, effectively. It’s up to you, if you want, you can believe this is just a story.
Heh.
I call my technique “The Rules Of Rape.”
It’s important that you follow the rules carefully, or you will probably get caught.
My mom was my first victim. I guess I had been masturbating for about a year. The women in my family tend to be blond, attractive and athletic-good genes. My mom has three sisters and all of them have at least one daughter over the age of twelve. Also the guys seem to marry women just like that. Didja ever notice that pretty women tend to have pretty friends… who sleep over, come to parties, and get tipsy, etc?
Anyway, I was jerking off for about a year, two, maybe three times a day. At first I just thought about a pretty girl, and BANG! But slowly, I began to need… props, visual aids. Playboy was good. Pretty Girls, naked-yum. But it wasn’t enough, I wanted to see pussy-pink, so on to Penthouse. Better, but Hustler was better still.
Rule #1: Do the Laundry
I was over at a friend’s house and saw my first porno movie. It was Marilyn Chamber’s “Insatiable”-Holy shit, did she make me cum. Soon even that was not enough. I was wacking off in the laundry room and saw one of my mom’s bras, clean fresh, folded neatly. On a whim I rubbed my cock inside the cups and came hard. Another day I tried her panties and came again. For a while I went to the laundry, or her underwear drawer and went wild. The problem was, I was using her clean undies too fast. “I thought I washed my black bra yesterday? Dammit somebody threw it back in the dirty clothes.”
So I started finding her dirty panties. Sometimes I caught them when she had just taken them off. Warm and full of her pussy smell. After I came I washed them out, but there was still a problem.
“Why are my dirty panties always so wet?”
I realized that if I continued, sooner or later my mom was going to figure it out.
Then it happened, the first time I really crossed the line. Read the rest of this entry »

John did not like to think of himself as a rapist. When you think about it, it really is not his fault. Susan Johnson must accept the lion’s share of blame. If it wasn’t for her, there would be a lot of young lesbian women who had never have been raped. Susan had a problem. Her parents had spent $60,000 putting her through college to get a degree in 19th Century poetry. Unfortunately, she found that there is not a great demand for jobs in this field in the 21st Century. Her father told her that the free ride was over. They would no longer pay for her apartment or give her an allowance. She would have to get a real job or move back home.
Susan was twenty-four years old and it was time to grow up. Moving back was definitely not an option for Susan. So she made up some B.S. resumes and filled out several applications. She was finally hired as a Customer Service/Tech Support Rep. in a sales and marketing firm. The salary was more than she could have hoped for. The only problem was Susan was way under-qualified to do this job.
That is where John came in. John was a nice enough guy and Susan suspected he had a big crush on her. Who could blame him? With her short sexy body, curly red hair and green eyes, Susan was very attractive. John was your average guy and was a little shy around women, especially attractive women. Susan did not mind his attentions, as long as it did not get out of hand. She was often able to get him to do her work, or answer the really difficult questions. She had made it through her first two weeks without a major screw up. Then it happened.
“Susan can I see you in my office,” her boss asked. ” I need you to run an RMDS 3rd/4th quarter comparison. Then import it to Excel and include a 3D graph of success and failures in our New York, Boston and Los Angeles markets. Please have it on my desk by 9am, Monday,” he instructed.
“Shit, oh shit, oh shitty, shit shit!” Susan screamed to herself. She was never going to be able to fake her way through that. She was going to be fired. Unless…
“Hey John, what are you doing this weekend, I was hoping maybe we could get together,” she asked.
“Sure thing Susan I would really like that,” he replied.
Susan figured a little flirtation, a harmless date, and perhaps a quick kiss goodnight. What could it hurt? She would wrap him around her little finger and get him to run the stupid report for her. “Yeah, what could it hurt?”
John was in love. He could not believe that a woman as sexy and funny as Susan would be attracted to him, but she was. She asked HIM out. He made reservations at the most expensive, romantic restaurant in town. He did not even get mad when Susan ordered steak AND lobster. They went to see “Riverdance.” He did not care for it, but sometimes you do things for the woman you love that you ordinarily would not do. When he took her home Susan invited him in for coffee.
“How do you take it?” she asked. Read the rest of this entry »

When my old job was “downsized” it took me a while to find a new, worthwhile, full-time position. In the meantime I hooked up with a temp agency, and bounced around from assignment to assignment. I was told that such work provided a valuable “networking” opportunity, which might lead to something interesting. I can’t argue with that.

On one job I found myself working out of the office occupied by Lou. He was about my age (early 30s) and very talkative. Most of his co-workers found him more than a little abrasive, but we got along okay, and he was never boring. He seemed to find me entertaining as well, and “not stuck up, like most college guys”.

He became especially inquisitive about my social life once he found out I hadn’t been in a steady relationship for over a year, and decided that I urgently needed to “get laid”. I couldn’t really argue, and while I was normally a bit shy with women, and took time to develop intimacy in relationships, I found the possibility of being set up with an “easy” date rather arousing. Even so, my imagination didn’t nearly prepare me for what was in store.

As the office closed one Friday, Lou asked if I had any plans for the weekend. “Of course not!” he agreed when I said no, and launched into his proposal. He and his girlfriend Jen were going to spend Saturday night at a cabin Jen’s brother owned in the mountains, and I was invited on a double date, along with Jen’s friend Lena. I stumbled a bit before accepting. “She’s fuckin’ seriously hot!” Lou clarified. “Then I’m in!” I replied, my heart quickening as I wondered what I was in for.

Lou was late picking me up Saturday morning, and I unceremoniously hopped in to the car for our long drive to the mountains. Lou matter-of-factly introduced the ladies as we drove. I recognized Jen from a picture Lou had shown me previously. She was 23, though she looked about 19. She was about 5′3″. had long, dark brown hair and eyes, and soft features a bit reminiscent of Jennifer Connoly (though with a smaller, about 34B chest). She had a down-to-earth, but extroverted manner to her that seemed quite compatible with Lou’s.

Lena, who shared the back seat, eyed me curiously for most of the trip, though in time I recognized that as her habitual expression. She was, as promised, “fuckin’ seriously hot”, and, I feared, a bit too aware of that fact. About 5′6″ and probably in her mid to late ’20s, she had short, sandy blond hair and green eyes. Her small but perfectly sculpted facial features were accentuated by light makeup that seemed professionally applied, the way only women from the south seem to be trained to do. A faint twang in her velvety voice confirmed my theory. Most of Lena and Jen’s attentions seemed to be devoted to catching up on news. The two had originally become close friends as summer camp counselors, but had lived in different states for years until Lena had moved to our area just a week before.

While Lena laughed at a few of my jokes, I didn’t really sense much chemistry developing on the long, cramped ride. Whatever Lou’s intentions for me might have been, I developed a strong case of junior prom- type butterflies at the thought of “making the first move”.

With heavy traffic, a stop for lunch, and more traffic, we only arrived at the cabin at dusk. I saw wires leading to it, which jibed with Lou’s assurances that it had full utilities. It did look beautiful amid the snow-covered trees as we approached. I helped Lena up the rough path from the parking area, and was rewarded with a few smiles for my trouble.

The cabin’s interior was nicely furnished, though not very large. A large sectional sofa faced the fireplace, and the mirrored opposite wall of the living area did its best to make the room seem larger. A few hours later a light dinner, some beer, and a roaring fire had improved our collective attitude after the long trip. I had even found the nerve to put an arm around Lena as we all sat on the sofa talking in the firelight. No one had discussed sleeping arrangements, however, and I didn’t think the place had more than two bedrooms. I pondered that issue for a while before I reached over to hold Lena’s hand, only to glance down and see that she had it between her legs, rubbing her crotch gently, while her other hand had its fingers interlaced with Jen’s.

Before I even knew what to think, Lou noticed the two looking into each other’s eyes, and spoke up. “I know you girls have a lot of catching up to do. Don’t feel you have to hold back on our account,” he chuckled salaciously.

Lena slipped from beneath my arm and embraced Jen, the two kissing passionately, hungrily. I’d never found lesbian scenes in movies particularly interesting, but the sight of these two women entwined, moaning sensuously as they kissed and explored one another, was powerfully arousing to me. I absent-mindedly stroked the constricting crotch of my jeans as the two slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of us, unfastening each other’s pants. Read the rest of this entry »

If all the stories posted on your site are true, a lot more girls have experienced gang bangs or trains than I would have thought.

I started college recently and sex seems to be the major topic in the dorm. Girls talk openly about their experiences and fantasies. I’ve met 4 girls who readily admit to having sex with numerous partners at the same time, and quite a few others who, if they haven’t done it, they know of a girl who has. Some of the gang bangs happened when the girls were drunk or stoned, but some were when the girls were fully conscious and willing. Several “gang bang virgins” have told me they intend to experience at least one gang bang or train before they graduate.

I was conscious and willing when I experienced my one and only gang bang. It happened two years ago when I went to spend part of my summer vacation with my older sister. She’s four years older than me, and she was majoring in zoology. One of her professors got her into a summer wildlife study program at a National Park.

My parents wanted to get me out of the city and away from my friends for at least a couple of weeks. I had come home with alcohol on my breath a couple of times and they discovered I was on birth control. I think they thought my sister might be able to talk some sense into me.

From what I understood, she and the other students in her group were pretty much on their own. She got a free room in a dorm, meal passes at the lodge, and turned her field study reports in weekly. Otherwise, the students in her group were considered young adults they didn’t need any supervision. She talked to her advisor and cleared it for me to visit and share her room. It probably helped that my dad, who is loaded, made a sizable donation to the program. Anyway, they packed me onto a bus and sent me to my sister. They decided to send me on the bus rather than drive me so they wouldn’t have to fight with me for 500 miles.

Like I said, she is four years older, and brilliant. She graduated from high school a year early so even though she was only 20, she was already starting her senior year. I love my sister, but I hated the fact that I felt pressure to live up to her legacy. It wasn’t enough that I made honor roll, I wasn’t bringing home a perfect 4 point every quarter. She was a city champion high school swimmer and finished 2nd in regionals. If it weren’t for the flu, she would have gone to the state meet. She went to college on a swimming scholarship. I only finished 3rd in the city trials and lost in the first heat of regionals. That was sort of the pattern. Whatever I did well, she did better. Oh yeah, I didn’t mention that she is absolutely beautiful: She has cover girls looks, a flawless figure, spectacular 35C breasts, and long beautiful legs.

I got on the bus with a certain amount of resentment. When I arrived my sister ran up to me and gave me a long obviously heart felt hug. She turned to two friends who were with her and said “This is my sister, isn’t she beautiful?’ Her two friends were other interns from her study team, a cute guy name Phil and a nice looking girl name Jamie.

We climbed into their car for the ride from town to their dorm in the park. My sister said she was so happy when my parents told her they were sending me to spend a couple of weeks with her. She said it was the first time she was getting to spend any extended time with me since she started college. I thought it and realized she was right. I had spent a good deal of the past 4 years resenting her and hadn’t thought about all the more pleasant times we spent together. She had actually taught me how to ride a bike, swim, and helped me learn to read. When I was 4 or 5, she often read me to sleep and held me on her lap when we watched TV. Was I really mad at her or just at myself for not being able to match her achievements? Read the rest of this entry »

“This is really scary,” she said in an obvious nervous tone, but her husband reassured her with, “We’ll just see what happens and we don’t have to do anything, but you know it’s going to be exciting as hell.” This was their first time playing outside their 18 year marriage and she was a virgin when they met. Over the years he’d told her how he wanted her to have sex with another man, a black man. Not just a black man, but a big, hung, muscular, sexually aggressive, dominant black man. They’d been wondering, fantasizing and chatting about the slut wife, cuckold husband, interracial sex experience for years. Now they were driving to the upscale hotel to get a room where their dark dream already has a room. They found him through the local swing club and from hot emails, instant messaging and web cam meetings they believe he’s the dominant black bull of their dreams. The last e-mail he sent to them included specific instructions on everything he wanted, in fact, demanded of them leading up to their meeting.

They got to the room and shortly after arriving, while they were putting their cloths away for the weekend, there was a knock on the door. She looked at her husband with wide eyes and ran into the bathroom. He answered the door and it was the bellboy, who had delivered a picture cell phone with a note that read, “Turn me on sluts.” He went to the door and told her it was safe to come out. “It was the bellboy.” She came out and they both started to laugh. He handed her the note and phone and she obediently turned it on. It was the first major step she’d ever taken and her heart raced when she heard the beep of the power button. Her husband poured two drinks and they began to relax, she ran around the room like a teenager collecting the shampoos and soaps, like she always did, but her husband’s mind was racing and heart pounding, as he thought to himself, “I can’t believe this is finally happening. Fuck, I hope it happens.” He got horny thinking about it, walked up behind her and unhooked her bra, as she sipped her wine. “Ohhhhhh, I thought you weren’t supposed to do this,” referencing the black bull’s final instruction. “I can do this,” as he felt her tits from behind and rolled her hardening nipples between her fingers, “I just can’t make you cum or fuck you.” She moaned in a pleasing way as he turned her around, roughly pulled her top up and started squeezing her tits together, sucking them and saying, “Is this what your bull’s gonna do?” She was getting noticeably hot and softly, coyly said, “MMMMMMMMmmmmmm I don’t know. Do you want to find out?”

She was testing him, again, like always. Stepping back from it all, basically making it all his idea, so she could remain the pure little wife. “Feel my cock and tell me if I want to find out.” She reached down and felt his extremely hard cock, “MMMmmmmmmm I guess you do.” He had her unzipped and stepping out of her jeans and with pulses racing. He pushed her back on the bed and started to lick her very well shaved, wet pussy, “This is what your bull is gonna do to this pussy.” “MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm you think so ” RING! The sound almost seemed defining, she tried to get up, but her husband held her down, continued to lick her soaking wet pussy and whispered, “Answer it.” She pushed “talk” and said, “Hello.”

“Is this my white slut?” “Yes.” “I’m sitting here with a hard fucking cock thinking about you. Where’s Cuckold Bitch.” “He’s here.” “Are you going to wear what I told you in the email?” She responded trying not to let on that she was grinding her pussy into Cuckold Bitch’s face, “Yes if you want that.” He said, “Oh fuck yeah I want that. Listen, you have a massage appointment downstairs in a half hour. Don’t worry about showering or anything, a friend of mine is going to take total care of you down stairs and you’ll love her. Just do not forget this phone and when you go, send Cuckold Bitch to my room down the hall #218. OK slut.” “OK.” Read the rest of this entry »

You are unfamiliar with the L.A. streets and somewhere south and east of the airport, you find yourself lost in the dark in a very questionable neighborhood, run down, full of signs in lanquages you can’t read. Suddenly, an old van with a big wooden bumper rear-ends your rented Toyota, driving it up over a curb. When you recover from the shock of the collision, you reach for the door handle, to get out and look at the damage.

As soon as you get out, someone grabs you from behind. A coarse sack, burlap or jute, is pulled down over your head, and your arm is twisted behind you, by someone you can’t see. “Don’t make a noise, Anglo bitch, or you are dead right now.” says a voice which sounds as if the teeth are clenched. In seconds, you are dragged into the van and pushed to the floor. You can feel it back up, stop with a lurch, and then move forward, making several turns, probably turning at every intersection.

Strong hands roll you on your back. Counting hands, there must be at least three men. You feel the hard steel floor of the van against your back; it is a cargo van, no seats in back. Probably no windows, either, you realize. Unless there were witnesses to the ramming and abduction, no one could know where you are.

You feel cold steel against your throat, under the bag which covers your eyes. “Listen, Sweetie, you are going to do everything you are told to do, and you are not going to scream or struggle or talk back; otherwise, you die right now. Understand?” The point of the knife presses painfully into your skin.

“Yes,” you croak, your throat dry with terror. You feel them pulling your arms above your head, and apart. Your wrists are tied to something, maybe the front seats of the van. They are using wire; it bites into your skin. They take your Reboks and tie your ankles, using wire again, pulling your legs straight and apart. You are spread-eagled, entirely helpless and vulnerable. Your breathing is rapid. You are hyperventilating and might become light headed, blowing off too much carbon-dioxide, except that the sack over your head restricts the air flow, compensating for your panicky panting.

You are wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. The knife point slides down your neck, until the blade encounters the first button of your shirt. There is a little tug, and the button flies off. You actually hear it strike the metal wall of the van. Men laugh. You smell marijuana.

You can feel another tug at your shirt. The second button is cut off. Then the third. And the fourth, and the fifth, which is down by your navel. Someone pulls the tail of your shirt out of your jeans and cuts the last buttons. They didn’t have to cut them off. You know you can never wear that shirt again. Will you die naked? The flannel is pulled back, baring the front of your body.

The sharp blade, double edged, slides along the midline of your tummy. You wonder, is it drawing blood? How can you be so detached, so clinical? Does it have something to do with being blindfolded by the sack? You cannot see who is assaulting you, so you must concentrate on what you feel. You feel the blade pause, between your breasts, and lift, and suddenly your bra springs away from your breasts, leaving them exposed. Almost instantly, strong, masculine hands grasp your breasts. They are big hands, able to engulf your B-cup breasts, and they are rough, calloused hands. They squeeze and knead your breasts. These men have no respect for your body. Read the rest of this entry »

When I was a nineteen year old college girl, I used to work evenings in my local corner shop to help supplement my studies. One particular evening I was working alone, and being naive and self-confident, I didn’t imagine there could be any problem in working alone in a shop. After all, what bad could happen?. That night I was about to find out.

It was a spring evening and I was dressed casually in a short thigh length mini skirt and a tight top with short sleeves. There were no customers so I started stacking some cigarettes in the shelves behind the counter, I heard the door open and looked round. It was a women called Elaine. It was clear she had been working late as she was still in office clothes, a knee length close fitting business skirt and a white blouse. We greeted each other and chatted briefly as she bought a women’s magazine and some milk. I always loved when she came in the store. She was so pretty and slim, with her long blond hair, and she always looked so sophisticated in her suits and skirts. As she was in her mid-twenties, I always looked up to her and so wanted to be like her. I always imagined her to be cultured and refined. I wanted to be just like her and to know her better. And that night I did get to know her better in a way I did not expect.

Just as she was about to leave, three men burst into the shop. They were dressed all in black, and their heads were covered in balaclavas with slits cut for their noses, mouths and eyes. Before either of us could scream, two of the men grabbed Elaine and I, covering our mouths with their gloved hands, and bundled us into the store room, while the third rummaged through the till.
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Mara was very proud of her body. Here she was nearly fifty four years old and looking like a woman half her age. She and her husband Jack had joined a gym several years earlier on the advice of Jack’s Doctor after Jack had had a minor heart attack. Mara had taken to the workout moreso than he did but he had gotten himself into pretty good shape as well.

For most of her life Mara had always been a little overweight and although she wasn’t repulsive she wasn’t the kind of woman that would instantly turn men’s heads. After all these years she finally had the body she always wanted. Tight, atheletic legs, well toned butt, tiny flat stomach. Her breasts weren’t excessively large. When she was heavier this would bother her some but now with her smaller frame they looked much larger. “Beautiful little handfuls.” Is how Jack would describe them and now she agreed with him, more or less. It was a warm summer morning and she had just left the gym very confident and feeling quite sexy. She had overheard one of the younger woman in the shower talking to her friend. “I hope I look that good when I’m her age.” she said. This gave Mara a bit of a tingle between her legs. Not because of what the woman had said but because she knew the woman had been looking over her naked form. She was quite an exhibitionist at heart and the idea of anyone looking her over turned her on. Read the rest of this entry »

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