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True story: My sluty sister keeps our family moving. She gets a new crop of cocks every couple of months. Some of this story is true but most is fiction

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This is a true story of my first time with another male, Robert was a boy i grew up with, he was a neighbor, family friend and was maybe 5 years older than me

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My lustful morning with my mother

I want to tell you about the time that I fucked my own mother. My mother’s name is Jenny. She is 5 ‘7 and slim. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, with D-cup breasts. She is super sexy and I love her. I always have dreamed about screwing my mother. Now, I’ll tell you about me. My name is Jared. I’m really young, young meaning 14. I have a 6.5-inch cock when erect, a good build and I’m really strong. I am 5 ’9 and I also have blonde hair and blue eyes. I always jack off thinking about my mother, and I always fantasize how it would happen if I got to fuck my mother.

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Starting young…

It feels like yesterday; it seems like too long ago. I was just a boy, 7 years old. My first same-sex experience was more innocent. As a younger boy, maybe 5, a sort of game materialized on a playground. The playground was in this kind of wooded area, out of sight to almost everything else around. A boy that was maybe a year younger and I invented this contest. We would slide down this slide and jump onto this spinning merry-go-round, which had four quadrants with two different colors. Depending on the color that we landed on, we would kiss either each other’s buttcheeks or dick a certain number of times. I liked that game; it felt like we were doing something we shouldn’t, touching or kissing each other’s private parts.
When you are a kid, a year seems like an eternity. So, two years later, I had kind of forgotten about that game. I had moved, and was now in second grade. I met this native Hawaiian boy, Stan. Stan was a few years older than me, I think he was 9. I guess my dad worked with his dad, our moms became friends, and so we became friends. For a while it was just a friendship between two boys… sleepovers, Nintendo, usual boy stuff. Then, one night, I went and slept over at his house, in the basement. We started out doing the normal sleepover things, and then we laid down in our sleeping bags. He said “hey, do you want to try something that I sometimes do with my brother, fooling around?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but he explained: “well, it’s just like, we rub our wieners together and suck on each other’s wieners, and it feels really good.” I wasn’t sure about that; it didn’t sound appropriate, so I was reluctant. But he kept telling me that it was fun, and felt good, and it wasn’t wrong. I grew more intrigued. He asked me to just try it once, and if I didn’t like it we would stop, but he was sure I’d like it. He convinced me. Perhaps I wasn’t so reluctant after all. This was before I knew what ” gay” meant, and how some people looked down upon it. So, we got out of our sleeping bags, and pulled down our pajamas and underwear. Then he got on top of me and started grinding his dick on mine. Wow, it did feel good! We both started to get vocal in a sort of hushed way, moaning softly. Then he stopped and put his warm mouth around my dick and started sucking it like a popsicle. I had never thought about sucking on somebody’s wiener, so this was like opening a new door for me. It was even better than grinding on each other. His warm mouth and saliva, sucking my dick, and at times his teeth would touch my dick, which felt pretty good. He worked on me for a few minutes, and then told me to suck his. Still trying to figure this whole thing out, I asked “you won’t pee in my mouth, will you? Do you promise?” He assured me that he wouldn’t. So, I got face to face with his dick, the concept pretty new to me. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his little dick. I loved it from that second. His dick tasted good, and I liked how it felt in my mouth. So, I worked on him for a while as he thrusted slightly and moaned quietly. I was enjoying this. But eventually, we switched back to grinding, and then cycled back through sucking each other a few times, before we started to get tired. And then he started making out with me. This was great too, exploring each other’s mouth with our tongues, fighting each other’s tongues. Then we stopped that, he crawled into my sleeping bag with me, and we fell asleep, me in his arms, totally comfortable. The next morning, I took a shower, and he snuck in and showered with me. And then we sucked each other some more, and he took the soap and lathered up his dick and my dick, and we grinded on each other, enjoying the slippery feeling of rubbing against each other.
It quickly became clear that what we did was something kind of grown up, something we shouldn’t tell our parents about, but it was this kind of boy romance and passion that we both wanted. So, we made any excuse to sleepover together on the weekends. More often, he would come to my house. Even though I was an only child, I had a bunk bed. When my mom would come in to check on us and we would go to bed, he would be in the top bunk, and I’d be in the bottom bunk. We would wait a few minutes, and then one of us would say the word, and he would jump down from the top bunk and crawl on top of me, kissing me. Then we would start our routine. On one of those first few sleepover, he said he would do something new, and he started licking my taint and rimming me. Before I could say “whoa, you’re licking my butthole, gross!” I was overcome with how great that felt, too. It was like he knew about all these things, about what felt good, and I figured that he had experimented with his brother a lot. And not long after, I started rimming him, and I was surprised at how not gross it was, and how much I actually liked it. So, we had a repertoire of four things. And because we wanted to do each one as much as possible while we slept over, we developed a system for agreeing on which to do next. The one whose turn it was to decide would snap their fingers a number of times: 1, grinding; 2, sucking; 3, kissing; 4, rimming. The other person would snap their fingers once to agree, twice to disagree. There was never much disagreement. It was strange, we had this morse code system, this democratic system, to decide what to do without saying it… but we would still talk dirty: “yeah, baby, suck it… do you like that?… yeah, oh yeah, sexy…”. Pretty passionate for two kids, not even ten years old.
So, this went on for a while. We got better at knowing how to make each other feel good, and started to abandon our code system. I didn’t know what sex was, exactly, but knew that Stan and I were having sex. And then, after one year, I moved again. But, when you’re young, a year feels like an eternity, so I felt like I got a lot in, during that year.
So, my first story… true story, so since it was a while ago, those were all the things I could remember, so it was kind of a play-by-play. I’m thinking about writing some fiction, with more details. Any feedback is welcome.

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The Highschooler chapter 3

We sat on the beach tanning wearing next to nothing when she announced that she should be getting back to her apartment. I thought to my self as we packed up that she was to young to have here own apartment. But her parents were rich people who really didn’t want her so she grew up without them this was her first year along though. She had boarded all the years prior. Her house was not far and i made a mental note as how to get there, I would return there at some point. She invited me up to her apartment but i said i had to pass this time, but before i left i swore that next time i was here i would make sure to look at her bed room first, she giggled as i kissed her good bye. She stood waving as i drove off down the street and took a left. It was about two blocks from the school and obviously we had taken the long way. It was not far from the from the base so i was sure to stop at the local swimming area and buy a towel, one with a logo. Then from there i went straight to the registration area, waved them my badge and they let me in, not of coarse be fore washing my window, ‘damn kiss asses’ is all i could think when i finally move through the gate. I drove this base all the time, it was actually quite large but it was easy to find my house right at the T, right at the fork, right at another fork, the straight and then left, left again. And it was the last house on the street. It had a large yard, and was two stories with an attic to top it off. My room was up the stairs to the left an through the door. My sister, Elizabeth was on the right. She had a bright room, green walls with many different colors going with it. The bed spread was the most colorful being a bright purple which made every thing else almost dull. She was 17 as well and was only a sister through marriage,no blood connected us, but there was a bond just as strong as any other brother and sister. I pulled in my drive way to find my dad leaving in full brass.
“Oh i hopped you would return before i left, I have an emergency meeting at HQ, so I’m going to be out late, were you been?” he asked, this is where i needed the towel for. I pulled it up and said pool. He grunted his approval and left. In his black SUV. Mother was in the door way and sister was in her room, listening to her music, Classical,or new aged song made into classical. I enjoyed them but i liked the pop/punk music more myself. I kissed my mom and left for my room, sister had obviously heard me come in because she met me at the top of the stairs, she hugged me and said something to soft for me to make out.
“What?” i responded and walked the both of us into my room, which was tan colored in general with an American flag hung from my ceiling. I sat her down on the bed and kissed her cheek, before i took off my boots, which was an army officers son thing. She started to cry. I could only guess what had happened because she, as well as i, would not tell our parents that we had partners as they called them. She said what i already knew, and i said that i was sorry for her, i comforted her but in truth i had caught her boyfriend fucking some one else and had threatened him to leave her alone or else he would not have any thing to fuck her with. He had obviously determined that i meant what i said and left her alone. She asked if she could stay in my room for a while and i agreed. I did not want her to have to be alone after what i had caused her to go through. She laid down on my bed and curled into a ball hugging my pillow. I sat there for a minute and stroked her hair. Then i moved to my desk where i had my computer, the Spartan 860 it was truly a gaming computer but i had other uses for it to. First thing on the agenda of Hobby research is my target. Hammy…
“What are you doing bro?” came a voice from over my shoulder, she had pulled up a chair next to me and was looking at the computer screen. I opened one girls profile info, and then another, and then another. I finally responded with, “Research.”
“Research? Well creepo what exactly are you researching?” she asked with crooked smile. I looked at her, we shared everything so that we would have a person to turn to if things went wrong, dad was gone all the time and mother was out with the girls most of the time. I thought about not telling her but she needed to know.
“I have a new hobby.” I said and when she eyed me with the expression of go on i finished, “I’m going to be taking advantage of girls and finding a way to have sex with them. I will not hurt them, I’m going to make sure they know it is a one time thing. So what you think of that?” i asked, what a miserable time to tell her right after she had been dumped by a cheating boyfriend. I had expected retaliation or some sort of upset reaction, but she only replied with a, “hmm”. She took the key board from me and typed in, Lora Gregerson, a 16 year old who went to my school, she had broken up with her boyfriend and had a whisper statues to all males who were 17 that visited her profile. I read it aloud, “need comforting one night at a time. No need to think long term.” the status was only ten minutes old. So i sent her a message saying that i was willing if she was, and that i would be able to meet her on Wednesday. I was finished it was the easiest hobby that i had ever started. Lucky i knew it would get harder. My sister hit the power button on my monitor and moved back to the bed. It was already 20:30. i had a habit of going to sleep at 20:57, it helped me because i would wake up at 4:00 when revelry sounded. Then i would go to the basement to work out. And then drive to the square to watch the flag go up at 5:00 in the summer months and 6:00 in the winter. Because of the light issues they would not raise the flag until it could be seen. That made our base special to me, it was a custom my father imposed at all but two bases he visited. Then from there i would drive home make breakfast for every one. Bacon, two eggs, and toast, holinday sauce on all of it, for father and mother. Sister was different no bacon, egg white omelet with parsley and cottage cheese on the side. Me i had two eggs scrambled until almost finished them firmed into an omelet with shredded cheese and three strips of fresh honey ham and a layer of holiday sauce on top accompanied by one glass of a chock like protein/energizing shake to “start” the day as my mom said when she got the fine brown powder. Then on to school where i do nothing and learn nothing but how well i can write, while still making sure to answer any questions thrown at me. Which happened when no one else got it. But i had to plan for Wednesday where? When? How do i cover it up? Ill figure them out latter
I looked at my sister and then at the clock,she will want to sleep in here again. I always say not this time but this time i will. Dad wont be home, I’m up first every day he would not open my or her door tonight so she can stay this once. I crawled across my bed and hugged sister from behind she sighed and got up. She was about to leave when i said, “This once.” she looked back and almost burst, she had such a smile on her face it was surprising that she did not hurt herself. She jumped on the bed and hugged me hard pushing most of the breath out of me and then let me go. I went under the covers while under i pulled off my clothes, all except for the boxers, i did not want to be rude or anything. I watched my sister for a second. Then she made a turning motion with her fingers i rolled over and closed my eyes for a second then opened them again and looked at my wall, there was a mirror on the wall. It was at the perfect angle where i could see her but she would not see me in it. I couldn’t resist watching her, she slipped her short shorts off first bending over to pick them up. I saw something that surprised me. She was wet, extremely wet, her camel toe showing off through her red panties. She folded the shorts and smiled a little when she turned toward the bed. She must have see the mirror. She pulled off the white shirt that was on her and relieved another surprise. No matching bra to the red panties. Just hard perky nipples shooting straight out from her well rounded breasts which were a size C cup. I had seen one time when i had followed in her room once. She smiled wider. Then looked down at her breasts then her panties, she played with her remaining little bit of clothing for a minute and finally pulled it down an inch giving a good view of her shaved pussy. I felt wrong looking at her and closed my eyes then i opened them again i couldn’t miss this. She had them off now and had bent over this time facing forwards to pick them up and this time blow a kiss at the mirror. I knew that she saw it now. She pulled the covers up and looked and my boxers from behind and went, “Tu-tu-tu” and climbed in. She wanted to play, when wrapped her arms around me and held on tight pushing her breasts into me. I made no movement, she next slowly moved her hand down to my crotch and went down and under the boxers. I had already been aroused but then she touched my cock and held on to it tightly. I turned and faced her.
“You really want to do this? I wont do it often.” i said and pulled her hand up to my chest. She reached out and kissed me. Her tongue going it to my mouth. We kissed for a long time then i reached down and found her clit with my finger and messaged it. Until i pushed in with my cock. I must have surprised her, because she jumped back a little and looked down she must have thought at first i was only going to finger her. I had no intention. I threw the covers off and pulled her on top of me. She kissed me again before lowering her tight ass. She eased onto me, making slow smooth movements squatting up and down so the bed wouldn’t rock and make noise. She started doing it faster and still no noise, she pushed down harder and really started to do it, she was tight, not as tight as Alisa but still tight. And she was good. Moving her finger down she played with her clit breathing hard but other then that making no noise. She had to force down a squeal when she came. Hot juices gushed on my tip but did not come out. She must had made herself hold it in. She then pulled up holding my cock in her hands. She looked up at me and then licked it, slowly, she slowly put it in her mouth and sucked on the tip. She looked up at me and i realized it was her first time giving a blow job. I reached down and put my hand on her head, she went down, taking me all in. I pushed a little and she pushed her own head down swallowing my cock. I took my hand of her head and she came up. She looked at me, “Set a slow rhythm,” i said almost silently, and she did going up and down she started to inter grade a patter with her hand making it feel all the better. She took the other hand and cupped my balls. She gripped and released, it hurt a little but drove me all the more wild. She just gripped me when i finally came, it all went in her mouth but she did not swallow until she opened and showed me then she swallowed and licked me clean.
She crawled up beside me. And we half cuddled and laughed a little then she feel asleep. But i had not yet. It was only 8:50, i was slowly drifting into sleep and fell asleep until 9. which was natural for me. What was not natural for me is to hear, was to wake up to revelry at 4 am and be holding my naked sister in my arms, Fuck i have messed up. Wait she is not my blood sister so not as awkward, but i still loved her like nothing else in the world. I slowly pulled my arm out from under her, she rolled over and nuzzled my pillow. Damn i cant get attached this was too fucked up. It wont happen again. I moved around my bed and picked up her panties, thoughts of last night rushed back to me, i keep moving until I came to the closet, hanging in there was my fancy, I’ll hold on to them until Friday, then I’m going to Alisa’s house. Thinking of that made me smile on the spot. I pulled on my work out cloths and opened the door a crack. Dad had left to prepare for the raising of the flag. So i lifted my sleeping sister and carried her to her room. It smelt nice, not to much perfume. I kissed her softly on the head.
“Wait,” she whispered. She seized my arm and pulled me closer to her. “Tell me, tell me your not sorry about last night. Tell me you wont regret it that one day we might do it again.” she held me tighter.
“I don’t regret, but it will never happen again.” i said and stood straight up she lot go of my arm, and i walk out the door. Down the stairs and worked out, this was how i truly found my self not worrying about life, where it did not matter if i was smart. I sweat like every other person my muscles burned and ached with every stretch like other people, i felt normal. Well after an hour of working out i went up stairs, and entered my shower. My own personal shower every part of it was mine. The shower head was a fancy one made the water turn colors, not just lighting it up but each drop was a color. My razor, old style one blade. I stood on a special shower grate, made of a soft pillow like, water proof plastic it was MY shower, then a hand reached in from behind me, and two breasts followed with them i was beyond surprised when i looked in the mirror and saw…

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My second teacher, part 1

My parents were divorved and I lived with my mom who worked two jobs – so I was either alone a lot or with baby sitters a lot. My first woman happened over one summer I was at my Dad’s house. The rest of the early ones were while I was staying with my Mom.