So many labels but fucking is just cock and pussy
I recently watched a program about a girl that was abducted and found three to four weeks later at her uncles. The mother of the girl was guilty along with the uncle and sent to jail for eight years apiece.
During the hunt two young women are talking and both confess to being sexually abused by their fathers, which for me was a relief, because I was too, perhaps not in the way these two females hated their daddy's, but that family sexual relationship turned out to more common than even I thought as more and more friends opened up to similar experiences.
I believe young girls mature quicker than boys, because we are the egg bearers of human life and our puberty comes quicker than the boys, making us physically ready for men to fuck.
I have cited my case when at a summerhouse family gathering to celebrate midsommarsafton, the Swedish longest day in June, while in bed and all the family getting drunk, my uncle on my mothers side of the family came into my bedroom and slipped his hands under my duvet and explored every fold in my young body, until he was inside me making me cum.
He did all of this as I slept, and my head believed I was having a really nice time and when during my orgasm I awoke, I felt my mouth filling with this hard and soft feeling, which was his penis, and once he as using my mouth as a cunt, he filled it with his semen and forced me to swallow.
After that he soothed me and told me I was his special girl and he would always look after me. I accepted al of this bullshit, not because he said it, but because I loved those feelings he gave me, my orgasm, he showed me that my pee hole was in fact something better when I rubbed it and fingered it, which I did once he left my room and re-joined my parents and his other siblings.
Am I so fucking strange and weird to admit I to was sexually abused and actually enjoined the experience? I think the word 'abused' is too strong a lable to use, but that is what people do.
Why is sex such a divisive act, associated with the devils work, a girls has sex and she is a sinner, a whore and a slut, yet a boy doing something similar is a stud, a hero, can you see a trend going on here?
You really don't have to go too far back in time to a period when working class families were living on top of each other, siblings sharing beds in a single room, lying there listening to their parents having sex, usually a drunk father coming home and demanding his rights. Fast forward a few years and his daughters are now into puberty, developing curve and breasts, he sees the eyes of other men looking at them and knows instinctively that his girls are now sexual targets. Comes home drunk and suddenly sees his girls lying there and just slips under the blankets and feels around, and realises he ones their young bodies too and proceeds to enjoys the spoils of his loins, before any other men and his daughter is actually allowing her daddy and his wife is sighing relief that her daughter is now sharing and giving her a night off.
If you think what you just read is pure fantasy you would be wrong, even today, the rich and famous all harbour their young girl stories of their daddy's showering with them, soaping them up and slipping a finger inside them and them much more. Most brothers implore their sisters to wank them or blow them so they experience what it's like, and yes we girls do it because we too want to know and learn, remember we mature quicker and it's us who want to play mummies and daddies, doctors and nurses, and I was no different.
I remember being at my fathers allotment and he was digging and brought up a big fat earth worm. When he turned away I took the worm and shoved it down my knickers, and felt it move around my labia like a warm cock, as I stood their twisting and tugging my nipples. It never got inside me but I did orgasm crushing it with my strong thighs.
Have I ever done a dare? Of course I have but not in the true sense of a dare, as that is a pre-planned event, mine was actually on the spur of the moment. I had had just broken up with a boyfriend who I knew had cheated on me, and the following day as I sat at home, knowing I was not going out in fear of seeing my ex, I ordered some Indian home take-a-way from my favourite Indian restaurant in town. I had down this down the years so I knew the little man who was coming to deliver my food and I also knew he had a soft spot for me, something my ex joked about when he came and fawned over me.
When he as almost at my door I stripped off and pulled a towel around my naked body, he had never seen me this undressed and I wanted his approval and to feel his excitement seeing me like this, deeper down down I think I really wanted him to attack me and take me, I don't know really why, hating myself or needing to be loved sexually as an approval.
Either way when the doorbell rang I was fearless when I opened it, and the look on is old wizened face spoke volumes, he saw the towel and knew I was naked under it, I had not realised at the time my pubes were visible and he immediately in his excitable Indian way, told me I was the the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and all this at my open front door.
I actually for the first time invited him into my living room and closed my front door, and in there he unpacked my dinner of four boxes, which I placed upon the dinner table, still unaware he was looking at my pussy and ass cheeks just under the towel edge.
I was searching for my credit card in my purse when he blurted out, "I see your cunt", and first pointed to it and then took a step forward and grabbed it, bringing his arm around me and burying his head between my breasts, as my towel gave way.
I just stood there and let him, as if I had left my body and stood back to watch the sex, with both of us falling onto the carpet and rolling around, until I was lying on my back my knees drawn up and open and this little old Indian man banging into his goddess white woman's pussy. I felt more pleasure for him than myself, he was getting me as in his dreams, and I loved that I was being subservient to his vile demands, he turned me face down and tried to penetrate my anus but finished up cumming part way in.
We lay panting until he was calm enough to roll off of me and get up and flee, offering the dinner for free. He got to fuck me for sixteen pound sterling including VAT. That was the last time I ate their food, four weeks later I left town and a new job, but that little Indian man was my dirty little secret, I never ever told him I liked it when he fucked me.
One of my most outrageous and revealing incident happened one night I came home from collage for Christmas to find my daddy had already gone out with his friends to the pub leaving me alone on my first night back home in Edinburgh.
I had a long bath and drank a glass of chardonnay and lay on my bed and fell asleep, only to be awoken by my phone ringing, it was daddy calling me and it was nearly one in the morning.
When I answered it was one of his friends, daddy was drunk and they were stranded outside the inn, now closed and no taxies were available and worse still it was threatening snow, could I come and pick them up?
I was about forty minutes drive and it was all country lanes to that inn and as i had only drank one lass of wine, I was pretty sure I was alright and within the law, backed by the fact there would be no police cars in the countryside lanes.
I pulled on a top and skirt and made for the car put it into gear and started the drive, keen to get back to my bed and angry at being pulled out of it, but the thought of my father stuck out there in the deteriorating conditions made me feel like the seventh Calvary riding to the rescue of silly drunk men.
The car interior warmed quickly and he radio was blasting all the popular Christmas music so as I drove in the pitch black my mood changed, I knew daddy's buddies, married men always ribbing me and trying their luck, I knew if I relaxed even one minute they would jump my bones and have their way with me, and here i was driving out to get a huge doze of their horniness. I could feel my own libido rising more so as I was completely nude under my top and skirt, fuck I would be the centre of a fucking gang-bang if they knew that. I slipped my hand down between my thighs, I had the rub myself as I drove, I was getting hornier than I even imagined and then suddenly without warning I saw the lights I was aiming for and the group of men I was fantasizing about, all huddled under the inn canopy over the entrance now shut, the snow was heavy.
They cheered as I drew alongside and there was poor daddy, sitting down sound asleep, and I just shook my head and smiled at all the familiar faces, the fathers of my friends from school. I got out and felt the sudden icy blast cool my crotch like a wake up call, and one of the men give a loud wolf whistle, at the expanse of thigh I accidently was showing, one little wind blow at that moment would have exposed my whole crotch, I just muttered, "Grow up Charlie" but I smiled at him to show my appreciation.
Daddy was seated in the passenger front and three guys into the rear with Charlie right behind me. When we started off they wanted to radio turned up to mask daddy's snoring and once in the darkness of the countryside the questions started, of course about my sex life and lovers, they teased and Charlie was all over my neck, a little at a time and within a short time, my early morning horniness returned with a vengeance and I joined in and laughed with their crudity and suggestive ideas, while daddy snored gently alongside his his horny daughter.
Charlies hand slipped alongside my left side and found my naked breast and he strummed my nipple and rubbed my belly. The car was full of sexual tension as I tried hard to keep my focus, as I was already thinking how Charlie and I could mate to relieve this sexual tension, Billy blurted out during one such pregnant pause, "How about pulling in the truck stop and getting into the back we all know what you and Charlie are doing", I guess Charlie had told them I was letting him feel me up.
The truck stop was just ten minutes out, and the third man reiterated their combined desire to have me, I cast a glance at my sleeping father, and retorted, "If you can keep it civilised and quiet and don't blab I'm a fucking slut".
Thankfully there were no tuckers parked that night or God only knows how many men would have had me, I parked and got into the back, a bit of a crush, and allowed each of my fathers friends to have se with me.
As it was all in the blackness of the night I suppose any sense of guilt about humping my old school friends fathers in front of my own sleeping father, masked the act, but that's the power of sexual urges, our bodies are hard wired to want to do it, even with men that under normal circumstances you would say no when your body and instinct says yes.
I had my little gang-bang that night with older men who should have known better, and I enjoyed being the centre of attention, and could have asked for more, but all the men, possibly disbelieving what they were feeling and experiencing with me, released into me within a few strokes inside my velvet purse.
The following morning I took a freshly brewed cup of coffee into my daddy and he sat me down on the edge of his bed and told me he was awake during my gang-bang and then slid his duvet down and showed me what listening to his daughter fucking his friends had did to him. Who said family sex was bad, honestly, I think it's perfectly normal, at least he last much longer than his friends, and another thing, my daddy is bigger than my friends daddy's.
During the hunt two young women are talking and both confess to being sexually abused by their fathers, which for me was a relief, because I was too, perhaps not in the way these two females hated their daddy's, but that family sexual relationship turned out to more common than even I thought as more and more friends opened up to similar experiences.
I believe young girls mature quicker than boys, because we are the egg bearers of human life and our puberty comes quicker than the boys, making us physically ready for men to fuck.
I have cited my case when at a summerhouse family gathering to celebrate midsomm
He did all of this as I slept, and my head believed I was having a really nice time and when during my orgasm I awoke, I felt my mouth filling with this hard and soft feeling, which was his penis, and once he as using my mouth as a cunt, he filled it with his semen and forced me to swallow.
After that he soothed me and told me I was his special girl and he would always look after me. I accepted al of this bullshit, not because he said it, but because I loved those feelings he gave me, my orgasm, he showed me that my pee hole was in fact something better when I rubbed it and fingered it, which I did once he left my room and re-joined my parents and his other siblings.
Am I so fucking strange and weird to admit I to was sexually abused and actually enjoined the experience? I think the word 'abused' is too strong a lable to use, but that is what people do.
Why is sex such a divisive act, associated with the devils work, a girls has sex and she is a sinner, a whore and a slut, yet a boy doing something similar is a stud, a hero, can you see a trend going on here?
You really don't have to go too far back in time to a period when working class families were living on top of each other, siblings sharing beds in a single room, lying there listening to their parents having sex, usually a drunk father coming home and demanding his rights. Fast forward a few years and his daughters are now into puberty, developing curve and breasts, he sees the eyes of other men looking at them and knows instinctively that his girls are now sexual targets. Comes home drunk and suddenly sees his girls lying there and just slips under the blankets and feels around, and realises he ones their young bodies too and proceeds to enjoys the spoils of his loins, before any other men and his daughter is actually allowing her daddy and his wife is sighing relief that her daughter is now sharing and giving her a night off.
If you think what you just read is pure fantasy you would be wrong, even today, the rich and famous all harbour their young girl stories of their daddy's showering with them, soaping them up and slipping a finger inside them and them much more. Most brothers implore their sisters to wank them or blow them so they experience what it's like, and yes we girls do it because we too want to know and learn, remember we mature quicker and it's us who want to play mummies and daddies, doctors and nurses, and I was no different.
I remember being at my fathers allotment and he was digging and brought up a big fat earth worm. When he turned away I took the worm and shoved it down my knickers, and felt it move around my labia like a warm cock, as I stood their twisting and tugging my nipples. It never got inside me but I did orgasm crushing it with my strong thighs.
Have I ever done a dare? Of course I have but not in the true sense of a dare, as that is a pre-planned event, mine was actually on the spur of the moment. I had had just broken up with a boyfriend who I knew had cheated on me, and the following day as I sat at home, knowing I was not going out in fear of seeing my ex, I ordered some Indian home take-a-way from my favourite Indian restaurant in town. I had down this down the years so I knew the little man who was coming to deliver my food and I also knew he had a soft spot for me, something my ex joked about when he came and fawned over me.
When he as almost at my door I stripped off and pulled a towel around my naked body, he had never seen me this undressed and I wanted his approval and to feel his excitement seeing me like this, deeper down down I think I really wanted him to attack me and take me, I don't know really why, hating myself or needing to be loved sexually as an approval.
Either way when the doorbell rang I was fearless when I opened it, and the look on is old wizened face spoke volumes, he saw the towel and knew I was naked under it, I had not realised at the time my pubes were visible and he immediately in his excitable Indian way, told me I was the the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and all this at my open front door.
I actually for the first time invited him into my living room and closed my front door, and in there he unpacked my dinner of four boxes, which I placed upon the dinner table, still unaware he was looking at my pussy and ass cheeks just under the towel edge.
I was searching for my credit card in my purse when he blurted out, "I see your cunt", and first pointed to it and then took a step forward and grabbed it, bringing his arm around me and burying his head between my breasts, as my towel gave way.
I just stood there and let him, as if I had left my body and stood back to watch the sex, with both of us falling onto the carpet and rolling around, until I was lying on my back my knees drawn up and open and this little old Indian man banging into his goddess white woman's pussy. I felt more pleasure for him than myself, he was getting me as in his dreams, and I loved that I was being subservient to his vile demands, he turned me face down and tried to penetrate my anus but finished up cumming part way in.
We lay panting until he was calm enough to roll off of me and get up and flee, offering the dinner for free. He got to fuck me for sixteen pound sterling including VAT. That was the last time I ate their food, four weeks later I left town and a new job, but that little Indian man was my dirty little secret, I never ever told him I liked it when he fucked me.
One of my most outrageous and revealing incident happened one night I came home from collage for Christmas to find my daddy had already gone out with his friends to the pub leaving me alone on my first night back home in Edinburgh.
I had a long bath and drank a glass of chardonnay and lay on my bed and fell asleep, only to be awoken by my phone ringing, it was daddy calling me and it was nearly one in the morning.
When I answered it was one of his friends, daddy was drunk and they were stranded outside the inn, now closed and no taxies were available and worse still it was threatening snow, could I come and pick them up?
I was about forty minutes drive and it was all country lanes to that inn and as i had only drank one lass of wine, I was pretty sure I was alright and within the law, backed by the fact there would be no police cars in the countryside lanes.
I pulled on a top and skirt and made for the car put it into gear and started the drive, keen to get back to my bed and angry at being pulled out of it, but the thought of my father stuck out there in the deteriorating conditions made me feel like the seventh Calvary riding to the rescue of silly drunk men.
The car interior warmed quickly and he radio was blasting all the popular Christmas music so as I drove in the pitch black my mood changed, I knew daddy's buddies, married men always ribbing me and trying their luck, I knew if I relaxed even one minute they would jump my bones and have their way with me, and here i was driving out to get a huge doze of their horniness. I could feel my own libido rising more so as I was completely nude under my top and skirt, fuck I would be the centre of a fucking gang-bang if they knew that. I slipped my hand down between my thighs, I had the rub myself as I drove, I was getting hornier than I even imagined and then suddenly without warning I saw the lights I was aiming for and the group of men I was fantasizing about, all huddled under the inn canopy over the entrance now shut, the snow was heavy.
They cheered as I drew alongside and there was poor daddy, sitting down sound asleep, and I just shook my head and smiled at all the familiar faces, the fathers of my friends from school. I got out and felt the sudden icy blast cool my crotch like a wake up call, and one of the men give a loud wolf whistle, at the expanse of thigh I accidently was showing, one little wind blow at that moment would have exposed my whole crotch, I just muttered, "Grow up Charlie" but I smiled at him to show my appreciation.
Daddy was seated in the passenger front and three guys into the rear with Charlie right behind me. When we started off they wanted to radio turned up to mask daddy's snoring and once in the darkness of the countryside the questions started, of course about my sex life and lovers, they teased and Charlie was all over my neck, a little at a time and within a short time, my early morning horniness returned with a vengeance and I joined in and laughed with their crudity and suggestive ideas, while daddy snored gently alongside his his horny daughter.
Charlies hand slipped alongside my left side and found my naked breast and he strummed my nipple and rubbed my belly. The car was full of sexual tension as I tried hard to keep my focus, as I was already thinking how Charlie and I could mate to relieve this sexual tension, Billy blurted out during one such pregnant pause, "How about pulling in the truck stop and getting into the back we all know what you and Charlie are doing", I guess Charlie had told them I was letting him feel me up.
The truck stop was just ten minutes out, and the third man reiterated their combined desire to have me, I cast a glance at my sleeping father, and retorted, "If you can keep it civilised and quiet and don't blab I'm a fucking slut".
Thankfully there were no tuckers parked that night or God only knows how many men would have had me, I parked and got into the back, a bit of a crush, and allowed each of my fathers friends to have se with me.
As it was all in the blackness of the night I suppose any sense of guilt about humping my old school friends fathers in front of my own sleeping father, masked the act, but that's the power of sexual urges, our bodies are hard wired to want to do it, even with men that under normal circumstances you would say no when your body and instinct says yes.
I had my little gang-bang that night with older men who should have known better, and I enjoyed being the centre of attention, and could have asked for more, but all the men, possibly disbelieving what they were feeling and experiencing with me, released into me within a few strokes inside my velvet purse.
The following morning I took a freshly brewed cup of coffee into my daddy and he sat me down on the edge of his bed and told me he was awake during my gang-bang and then slid his duvet down and showed me what listening to his daughter fucking his friends had did to him. Who said family sex was bad, honestly, I think it's perfectly normal, at least he last much longer than his friends, and another thing, my daddy is bigger than my friends daddy's.
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