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Andreinasstud said:
I want my husband to tie me doggystyle on a breeding bench and put a VR headset on me with a camera filming me so I can see the action. Then, leave me in the yard, so that anyone or anything passing by can fuck me at will and I am powerless to stop it
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See the action, but don’t see who, get a camera right on your pussy so you can watch your fucking up close and see the trail of cum follow his spent cock as he withdraws it from you. Gotta keep some mystery to your helpless gangbang.
 
Another guy forces the situation upon us where he makes me watch my wife and her daughter both take bare loads from him. But while he does one he makes the other stroke me
 
Gabriel1664 said:
So what happened later marky?

was there something later that night?

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Needless to say, the day dragged a bit. She sat in for a couple of the sessions, including my own on 'The Influence of the Book Trade on the Spread of the Reformation.' At the mid-morning coffee/piss break I paid tribute to the Condom machine in the men's room.

We had lunch together, skirting around what had been said before breakfast. Just I was beginning to wonder whether she was getting cold feet, she said, "What time will you be finished?"

"No later than 4.30, I reckon."
"Do you want me to shave my pits or anything?"
Weird question, but I just shuck my head, then added, "Definitely not." I have a thing about women being 'natural.' She seemed just a little nervous, which was understandable, and eager to please, which was good. She held my hand under the table until it was time for us to go. Introvert that I am, I wondered what lay behind her interest in me when there were probably a dozen guys her age eager to oblige. After all, typical introvert, I had married the first woman who fucked me and wanted to keep me around. My driver is no beauty, but she is so goddamn healthy, and I know I'd have bent over backwards for a girl/woman like her when I was 20. I wondered if her farm girl appearance would be matched by what I think of as 'Farm Girl Sex' - healthy, normal, vigorous, and plenty of it. Keep your dirty mind under control, man!

She avoided the afternoon session. I couldn't blame her - it was something on 'The Invisibility of Women in Traditional Renaissance Historiography' or some such. I had dick brain, so I wasn't listening. As arranged the day before I rang the wife during the mid-afternoon break, she chatted away for 10 - 15 minutes, giving me the sit. rep. from home and sounding happier than she had for ages. Then she added just before I hung up,

"Enjoy yourself - and remember to keep your driver happy."

I escaped at 4pm sharp. "The Invisibility of Women...blah, blah" had induced rigor mortis in all but a couple of ardent feminists, and the rest of us contrived to drift away before the end of the session. I found my driver waiting in my room. She was reading. As I walked in, she stood and moved towards me. We kissed. At the second attempt, I got her to open her mouth, and soon tongues were sliding over one-another, jousting as the passion began to flare. The gentleman in me asked,

"Are you sure about this? Have you thought about the possible repercussions? I don't want..."

She cut me off, "You kept secrets for me. Now we'll have a secret we share."

My hands started to tug at her shirt. My mind was going back to the lust filled fumbling with my first serious girlfriend 30-odd years ago. I worked my hand in and touched bare skin. Her actions mirrored mine. Eventually, my testosterone addled brain concluded we'd be more comfortable on the bed, and I gently steered her that way. I sat her on the edge of the bed and removed her sandals. Compulsively, I took her feet in my hands, kissed them, and then sucked her toes. I heard a quiet moan - she likes it.

I slipped my own shoes off and joined her on the bed. We gradually assumed the horizontal position, facing one another, looking into one another eyes between kisses and caresses. We gradually got one another naked. When I exposed her breasts, and started to gently lick and suck nipples, she moaned, and lay back to enjoy. After a few minutes she pushed me away and said,

"I wonder if that makes you feel good too?"

She pinched my nipples and sucked them, and she gave my dick a few tentative strokes. It got even harder - painfully so. When I got control again, I slipped my hand down between her thighs. She opened to me, and I felt her luxurious bush against my hand as I began to trace my finger along her slit. I worked my middle finger between her lips, found her clit, circled it, and then started rubbing it gently and fast. She was so worked up that she came within a few minutes...

"Wow!" she said as she slowly came down. "You can do that any time."

By this point I was achingly hard, but I still did not want to rush her. I slipped my hand a little lower. She was wet, and a little loose, which boded well for the main event.

"Do you feel ready?" She nodded.

I fumbled on the nightstand for the condoms that I had bought.

"You won't need those." She insisted.

By this point, I was the one who was nervous. My previous attempt at deflowering a virgin, to use a quaint old phrase, had been an absolute disaster. She had been small, tight and nervous, and I had been inexperienced. Hoping that the intervening 30-odd years had improved my technique, I moved into position between her legs, and got my head into her opening,

"This is the uncomfortable part..." I warned her, "Tell me if it gets too much."

I pushed firmly into her entrance and soon encountered her hymen. I pushed against the obstruction. Her face registered discomfort and then pain,

"Are you OK?"

"Yes - keep going. I want you in me..."

Her gave a few more firm but gentle thrusts, hymen gave way and I slid deeper. I held her tight for a few moments while she got used to my intrusion, then I began pumping into her gently slightly altering my angle, studying her face for clues as to which gave her the most pleasure. I could feel the heat building in my balls. I wanted to flip her over and try things, but right now, I just had to get her through her first time as pleasantly as possible. Moans of discomfort turned to moans of pleasure. Knowing I was close, I asked,
"I am going to cum. Do you want me to pull out?"

"Don't you dare!" she gasped.
 
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A moment later I thrust forwards, as my orgasm hit. I held myself deep within her as my balls emptied. As I finished, I pumped a little more to make sure she got every last drop, she pleaded,
"Don't pull out yet - I have wanted you in me for so long..."
I held myself there for as long as I could. I started to soften, and eventually slipped out.

She cried. I laid beside her and held her. I soothed her,
"It's OK, baby, it's over now." Before I had chance to feel guiltier about deflowering my friend's daughter, she replied,
"I know - that's why I am crying. How long before you can love me again? Tomorrow?"

Feeling the old familiar stirring, I replied, "It will be much, much sooner than that."

She gave me a brazen grin, and said, "Oh good! - I'm hungry. Let's clean up and go eat. We need to keep our strength up."

I wondered to myself - what have I got myself into? Have I made a monster?
 
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Massivekraken69 said:
To fuck my "daughter" while wearing her lingerie, and being pegged by my wife at same time
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She had often wondered why her father privately called her ‘Sperm’ or ‘Spermy’. ‘My Spermy’ he’d whisper to her.
A late developer, at 18 as her breasts blossomed and pubic hair sprouted, she had often crawled into his bed for comfort and liked to ‘spoon’ him, holding on to the big handle on his front. Sleeping into dreamworld, she could feel his gentle rocking with his handle moving in her tight grip, and then his body tightening, followed by a grunt and ‘Thank you, spermy’. She would feel the warm slimy wetness as she drifted into sleep.

The boys were frantic to be the first to kiss her nipples which protruded through her thin summer top. She chose a tall, gangly, spoty youth called Rupert, who no-one had fucked yet, as she wanted to be in control and didn’t want the town jock ramming her up against a wall, pumping his little dick into her.
The word was Rupert used to go to the men’s toilets and jack off in the cubicle. Apparently a jock had lain on the floor in the adjacent cubicle and filmed Rupert wanking off. The Rupert wanking clip was posted on gay web sites and so there are wankers the world over getting relief spurting over dear ol’ Rups. One of the jocks offered to show the bustiest cheerleader the clip if he could finger her up. She said OK, and when he just rammed it in, no finesse, she said you can put three fingers in if you want. He did, she went for it and got herself really wet and said now take them out and suck them clean. Poor old jock nearly gagged. Men just don’t understand female bodily fluids.
Back on her first date with Rupert, they strolled out in the park and she knew the time had come. Pulling her escort behind a bush, she rammed her tongue down his throat and pushed one of his hands onto her breast, the other onto her wet panties right on her cunt. Red faced and gasping, her escort was suddenly gasping even more as he shouted ‘Oh no!’ and a wet stain appeared on his dress trousers. Touching it she felt the slimy texture and, sniffing her fingers, recognised the smell from her father’s ‘handle’ squirtings.
Rejoining her friends, who were all ‘Did you do it?’, she recounted the poor boy’s failure. ‘They just gotta shoot their loads’ said the acknowledged slapper of the group. ‘They just gotta move that sperm’.
Returning home, she reflected on her father’s pet name for her, ‘Spermy’, ‘My little sperm’, and her father’s gruntings and squirtings.
After some more girl chat and some web browsing, she had pieced it all together. She was indeed her father’s little spermy and the thought of his ‘handle’ pumping her out into her mother’s cunt made her breathless and wet, you know, down there. She’s seen her parents humping, her mother on top looking away from her father, who kept shouting something about ‘ride me cowgirl’.
She decided to keep an eye on her father who she knew had some hard porn magazines in the bedroom cabinet drawer. Thumbing through these soon had her shaking with her first full on orgasm from finding and stimulating her clit. Clicking a button called ‘history’ on the family computer showed reams of hard porn, including gay, (’those dirty beasts!) and a sore pussy from ramming whatever was to hand into it and her ass.
Lying on her bed, carrying on her now favorite activity of stroking her clit over her shorts, she glimpsed her father slipping surreptitiously into the bathroom, clutching one of his porno mags. Tiptoeing to the door she found it was ajar a crack, and her finger soon slid to her crack as she saw her father pumping on his massive engorged cock turning the pages of the porno mag. ‘Spermy, my little spermy, fuck me, please fuck me’ he was drooling as his body went into spasms and a thick white rope of sperm flew off the end of his handle and landed splat on the bathtub.
Creeping back to her room she quietly completed her wanking, well she thought it was quiet, her cunt rubbing to shuddering orgasm, with her own wet slime dripping out onto the sheets.
That night, horny and restless, she poured her father a few extra whiskies and pranced around in tight cut shorts, a skimpy top showing bare midriff and no bra, nipples erect. As she walked away she did little twerking flurries of shakkadaass. When her father came to go to bed, she offered to help steady him upstairs and led him to his room. ‘Spermy’ ‘My little spermy, but my, how big you are now’ ‘Do you like your cunt wanking? I wish I’d saved my cum for watching you crank one out rather than on that crap gay magazine’.
Easing his clothes off, struggling to get the underpants off around the rock hard handle, she folded herself around him, reaching round to fondle his pulsating prick. ‘Spermy, my little spermy, the product of my seed, do you love your sperm man?’ ‘Oh yes, Mr Sperm maker, I am the flower of your seed and you can seed me now’.
Rolling a condom onto his engorged man tube, she eased her vagina onto his hood, mounting him cowgirl style, young pert breasts tantalizing swaying above his face. ‘Easy spermy, we don’t want the little sperms coming to see your cunt too soon, do we?’
Easing herself up onto her haunches, thinking how instructional the porn sites are on positions, she started to cunt fuck his prick, searching for what did they call it, the ‘C spot’, no it was the ‘G spot’ silly. Suddenly a huge moan escaped her lips as her other lips went into frenetic overdrive pumping the sperm machine. Her sperm donor arched his back shouting ‘Oh fuck, my little spermy I’ve spermed you’ as she climaxed and shuddered, wetness running down her thighs.
Easing off the condom from the still stiff sperm squirter, she squeezed the contents onto her breasts, face, belly and cunt, massaging it in, smelling it, tasting the salty texture, joining the little spermy brothers and sisters with their grown up whore sibling.
‘Oh my spermy, I have waited so long to sperm your cunt’ gasped her father.
‘Daddy’ she reprimanded him, ‘Don’t call me spermy anymore….call me your cunt fucking whore daughter’ she smiled as she wrapped her lips around his reviving, thickening sperm squirter.
Later, she wondered why her father called his mother ‘Egg’...........
 
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