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16 heures pile ; Élodie entra dans le vieil immeuble, le cœur serré. Il ne fallait pas qu’elle se rate ; ces saletés d’intraveineuses lui portaient peine, et justement ce nouveau patient en attendait une. Elle en tremblait presque ; elle finissait ses études d’infirmière et, à presque 21 ans, espérait décrocher son diplôme.
Depuis trois jours, elle était en stage dans un centre de soins, son dernier stage, primordial, de fin d’études. Les jours précédents s’étaient mal passés ; elle avait travaillé en doublon dans le centre avec une vieille infirmière hargneuse, elle était trop anxieuse, l’ambiance était mauvaise, en plus. Alors elle rentrait chez elle et pleurait sur l’épaule de son mari. Éric n’avait pas de travail ; il déprimait car il ne trouvait rien (serveur en restaurant), sauf de petits boulots au noir ; et il devait consoler sa jeune femme quand elle craquait.
Étant stagiaire, elle n’avait pas le droit de pratiquer seule, pas encore. L’infirmière qu’elle devait seconder s’était blessée ce matin, et sa responsable – une pète-sec qui l’avait dans le collimateur depuis son arrivée – lui avait dit de faire la visite seule et de ne pas faire de vagues. C’était la première fois qu’elle sortait du centre et travaillait seule, alors c’était l’angoisse.
Pas facile, quand on est en stage de probation, de rester calme, polie, de réussir tous les actes médicaux prescrits. Elle tremblait un peu en sonnant à la porte, sa sacoche à la main. Un homme a ouvert, l’air revêche. Elle a reculé en le voyant : un visage patibulaire sur un corps imposant qui emplissait tout le cadre de la porte.
— Bonjour, je suis l’infirmière, je viens pour la première injection.
— Ouais ! Putain, ils envoient des gamines maintenant ! Enfin, entre, petite.
— Merci, Monsieur.
L’appartement sentait le renfermé alors qu’on était fin mai et qu’il faisait un temps superbe. Il l’a conduite dans un séjour miteux, encombré de linge sale, d’assiettes, verres, cartons à pizza, cannettes et bouteilles de bière. Un taudis, ou pas loin. Il s’est assis en soupirant dans un vieux fauteuil, le seul à n’être pas encombré. Elodie a fait un peu de place sur la table pour préparer la seringue puis s’est tournée vers lui. Il avait autour de 50 ans sûrement, sale, négligé ; il portait un marcel blanc à trous d’une propreté douteuse sur un bermuda à fleurs, d’où dépassaient ses membres épais et couverts d’une épaisse forêt de poils noirs. Un gorille.
Fébrilement, elle a désinfecté, posé un garrot en caoutchouc, et cherché une veine. Pas évident, même après avoir allumé le lustre. La fébrilité la gagnait ; il ne fallait pas qu’elle se loupe : la pète-sec n’attendait que ça pour la virer et soigner son rapport, ce qui serait désastreux pour l’obtention du diplôme. En désespoir de cause, elle examina le poignet et le dos de la main : trop velu ! Elle se résigna à piquer au pli du coude, et évidemment traversa la veine, provoquant un hématome. De plus en plus gros quand elle retira l’aiguille et enleva le garrot.
— Pardon, Monsieur, je l’ai ratée ; je vais la faire au bras droit.
— Et voilà, on envoie des gamines faire les piqûres, elles sont pas foutues de faire leur boulot ! Je vais appeler ton service et me plaindre.
— Je vous en prie, ne faites pas ça, ils vont me saquer. C’était pas facile à faire, avec tous ces poils…
— Dis que c’est ma faute, en plus ! Te gêne pas surtout ! Tu vas comprendre, je vais t’assaisonner !
Élodie pleurnichait, sa seringue à la main. La cata ! C’était un stage qui avait mal commencé, et maintenant…
— S’il vous plaît, laissez-moi vous faire la piqûre, je ferai attention, je vous promets.
— Moi, je vais faire des photos de mon bras et obtenir une incapacité de travail ; ensuite, je l’enverrai à ton patron.
En pleurnichant, elle a tant bien que mal réussi l’injection, puis a remballé son matériel, décomposée, prête à craquer. En plus, elle sentait que le regard de l’homme avait changé : il la reluquait d’un œil obscène. Quand elle s’est tournée vers lui pour lui dire au revoir, elle a vu que ses yeux quittaient ses fesses pour se fixer sur sa poitrine qui gonflait son chemisier blanc. Malgré tout, elle a tendu sa main, pour l’amadouer, en tentant un pauvre sourire. Il l’a saisie dans sa grande patte velue, les yeux rivés sur sa poitrine, ne paraissant pas vouloir la lâcher.
— Tu reviens demain à la même heure ; je veux que ce soit toi qui me suives à partir de maintenant. Et arrange-toi pour réussir tes piqûres. Mon dossier de plainte sera prêt à être envoyé, je te le montrerai. Après, je veux que tu fasses le ménage chez moi, sinon il part. Fous le camp.
Elle est partie en pleurant ; le quart d’heure de trajet en voiture jusque chez elle ne l’a pas calmée. Éric, son mari, l’a reçue dans ses bras où elle a sangloté de plus belle. D’une voix cassée, elle lui a raconté ses déboires et la proposition de son patient.
— Il veut que tu fasses son ménage ? C’est tout ? Ce n’est pas cher payé s’il abandonne son idée, tu sais. Je peux aller lui parler pour qu’il comprenne qu’on est déjà dans la panade. Il te paiera, en plus, si tu travailles chez lui.
— Tu verrais comment il est, Éric, il est sale, répugnant, et il est vieux !
— Ma chérie, calme-toi, il ne va pas te violer, quand même.
— C’est pas ça, mais il me regardait d’un œil si vicieux, j’ai eu honte. J’étais en jupe et chemisier, il me déshabillait du regard, le gros porc.
— Il a quel âge, cet homme ?
— Je ne sais pas, ce n’est pas sur mon dossier ici, mais 50 ans, à peu près…
— Ma chérie, toi qui m’as dit que tu fantasmais sur les vieux…
— Ce n’est pas le moment de plaisanter avec ça, tu sais !
— Tu as une petite culotte ? Montre ça…
— Non ! Fiche-moi la paix, bon sang ! Je suis complètement sur les rotules à cause de notre situation, et toi, tout ce que tu trouves à faire…
— Oui, en effet ! Tu as l’occasion de réaliser ton fantasme de faire l’amour avec un homme plus âgé, en même temps que tu l’empêches de te nuire, alors réfléchis un peu.
— Tu crois ce que tu dis ? C’est du chantage, et tu veux faire de moi une pute !
— C’est ce que je dis en effet, tes fantasmes de prostitution et de l’homme âgé, tu les as depuis longtemps, on en a parlé souvent. Et puis tu exagères, tu n’as pas à te prostituer, seulement à faire le ménage, en petite tenue sûrement.
— Je ne sais plus, tu crois qu’on est coincés ? J’ai complètement raté l’intraveineuse, je vais être virée.
— Non, chérie, on peut pas se le permettre… Tu es mouillée, dis donc !
— Arrête, Éric, c’est tes histoires. Je t’ai juré fidélité, on est mariés depuis un an. Et puis tu verrais ce type, il est répugnant, velu comme un singe… Oh ! Arrête !
Il avait soulevé la jupe et, les deux mains dans sa petite culotte, il pétrissait ses jolies fesses ; son corps réagissait, elle réalisait qu’elle mouillait abondamment. Dans la chambre, il lui enleva juste sa culotte à l’entrejambe poisseuse et la pénétra dès qu’il eut sorti sa verge de son pantalon baissé sur ses cuisses. Il était si excité qu’il s’est vidé très vite, trop vite, laissant Élodie sur sa faim. La nuit, elle eut du mal à trouver le sommeil, repensant à sa journée pourrie, à ce qu’avait dit son mari. C’était horrible : il acceptait qu’elle se donne à un inconnu ; en plus il était répugnant, cet homme.
Vieux, velu, sale. Tout du gros dégueulasse ! Elle avait glissé une main sous sa chemise de nuit, et posé la main sur son pubis, caressant les fins poils soyeux qui le recouvraient, constatant avec surprise qu’elle était toute mouillée. Elle pensa à cet homme ; il était énorme, un gorille, elle si menue, blondinette, à côté de lui, dans ses bras, sous lui qui la pénétrait… Elle secoua la tête. « Rêver de ça, faut que tu sois en manque, ma pauvre fille. »
Il faut dire que son mariage avec Éric n’avait pas tenu toutes ses promesses. Déjà elle s’était plus ou moins fâchée avec ses parents qui ne l’aimaient pas, Éric avait perdu son travail depuis trois mois et ne trouvait pas, mais Élodie avait bien vu qu’il avait refusé des postes ; il lui faisait l’amour moins souvent, fantasmant plus qu’il n’agissait.
Éric était plutôt fluet, pas très grand ni très gros, 1,69 m et 62 kg, brun aux yeux marrons, le corps lisse quasiment sans poil, un peu efféminé. Ce qui avait plu à Élodie, c’était sa douceur, son calme. Avant de se rendre compte que c’était en fait de la mollesse, un manque de caractère. Alors qu’elle avait été attirée, dans son adolescence, par les hommes mûrs et virils.
Élodie était une belle jeune femme blonde, élégante, d’une taille de 1,66 m pour 50 kg, fine et sportive, avec une jolie poitrine bien pleine qui attirait les regards masculins. Quand elle faisait son footing, presque tous les matins, en petit short et brassière assortie, les hommes la suivaient des yeux avec convoitise.
Et voilà où elle en était, frustrée, insatisfaite dans sa vie amoureuse, stressée et malmenée dans sa vie professionnelle. Comment allait-elle pouvoir se sortir de ce mauvais pas avec son patient ? La politique de l’autruche semblait la pire des solutions. Elle s’endormit enfin pour une courte nuit de sommeil.
Sa journée se passa comme dans le brouillard, elle était insensible aux piques des collègues comme aux remarques désobligeantes de la responsable. Juste avant de partir chez le patient, à 15 h 30, elle alla se rafraîchir le visage dans les toilettes, et s’examina dans le grand miroir sur la porte.
Ce matin, elle avait mis une petite jupe brun sombre de coupe droite qui laissait voir ses genoux, un chemisier crème, portés sur un tanga blanc à dentelle et un soutien-gorge assorti, et elle avait choisi des escarpins à talons hauts de 7 cm, à peine confortables mais d’une couleur crème assortie au chemisier.
C’est le visage empourpré qu’elle sonna à la porte, qui s’ouvrit immédiatement ; il devait l’avoir vue arriver.
— C’est bien, tu es à l’heure. Sinon j’aurais dû te punir. Entre.
— Bonjour, Monsieur. Pour le courrier, vous avez réfléchi ? Je vous en prie.
— J’ai même un certificat médical : mon médecin m’a affirmé que tu seras radiée de l’ordre des infirmières ; en tout cas, ta carrière sera finie avant de commencer.
— Ne faites pas ça, s’il vous plaît, je ferai tout ce que vous voudrez, je vous le promets…
— Tu as dit « tout » ? Tu m’intéresses, là. Et tu me fais la promesse ?
— Oui, je vous promets de faire tout ce que vous voulez. Je ne peux pas finir mes études comme ça, ce n’est pas possible !
— Et tu feras tout pendant combien de temps ?
— Euh… Ce soir ?
— Non, ce n’est pas suffisant. J’ai des soins sur 10 jours, donc jusqu’à leur fin ; c’est à prendre ou à laisser.
— Bon, d’accord, je n’ai pas le choix.
— Bon ; pour commencer, tu vas me faire la piqûre en sous-vêtements.
Élodie a baissé la tête sans répondre, sachant qu’elle était coincée. Elle déboutonna lentement son chemisier et le posa sur un dossier de chaise, dégrafa le côté de sa jupe qu’elle enjamba et plaça sur le chemisier. Les joues rouges, elle s’affaira pour préparer l’injection, évitant le regard goguenard de l’homme. Dans cette situation éprouvante pour ses nerfs, elle réussit la piqûre à la perfection. Pour la féliciter, il lui empoigna les fesses à deux mains en baissant sa culotte, et la tira contre lui, lui léchant le torse d’une langue baveuse.
— Tu préfèrerais pas l’avoir dans ta chatte, ma grosse langue ? Viens avec moi, ma petite salope.
Il la fit entrer dans une chambre où régnait un désordre indescriptible : lit défait, vêtements entassés, sales ou non, verres, cannettes, bouteilles.
— Allez, enlève ta culotte, puis sur le lit ; et écarte les cuisses pour bibi… Putain, une vraie blonde avec une petite touffe ! Demain, je veux que tu sois épilée ; plus un seul poil sur la motte, tu entends ?
— Mais, je ne… Et mon mari, comment je vais lui expliquer ?
— Je m’en fous : t’auras qu’à lui dire que c’est pour lui que tu l’as fait. Putain, tu es mouillée, grosse salope, t’as envie que je te lèche la chatte ! J’y crois pas.
Il avait plongé en avant et sa langue épaisse a commencé à glisser sur la fente rose et humide ; Élodie a soupiré, son corps en manque tremblait et se tendait, et ce fut pire quand il aspira dans sa bouche les lèvres intimes dans un bruit obscène. Elle poussa un cri en jouissant, surprise par le trop-plein d’émotions dû à son état de manque. Il se releva, satisfait, et exhiba une verge épaisse, noueuse et sentant mauvais, un mélange de sperme, sueur et urine ; il la guida entre les lèvres intimes trempées et poussa, s’enfonçant facilement malgré son diamètre.
Élodie ne songea même pas à s’y opposer. Submergée par ses émotions, elle noua ses jambes fines autour du torse de son amant, réalisant qu’elle ne se rappelait même plus de son nom ni de son prénom. Elle serra les dents quand l’homme commença à se retirer pour plonger dans son vagin peu habitué à un pareil engin. Le gros ventre l’écrasait sur le lit défait ; il devait peser le double de son mari, et sa verge, ma foi, était bien raide, épaisse et longue.
Il souleva son soutien-gorge pour empoigner ses seins, les tordant et faisant saillir les mamelons turgescents, tout en la prenant de plus en plus fort ; elle entendit un gémissement continu avant de réaliser qu’il sortait de sa gorge, et lorsqu’il se planta profondément pour éjaculer, elle jouit à nouveau.
Quand elle reprit ses esprits, quelques secondes plus tard, il pesait sur elle, sa verge toujours aussi raide profondément plantée dans son vagin. Elle plissa le nez une nouvelle fois à cause de son odeur et tenta de le repousser sur le côté.
— Alors, petite puce, le gros Franck t’a fait grimper aux rideaux ? Tu as aimé, ma salope : tu couinais comme une truie quand je te ramonais. Allez, je te laisse ; on remettra le couvert dans un moment. Va travailler un peu !
Élodie put enfin se lever ; elle constata que son vagin dégorgeait son trop-plein de sperme sur le drap sale. C’est toute nue qu’elle fit le ménage ; en premier, elle remplit trois grands sacs poubelle avec tous les déchets qui jonchaient le séjour et la cuisine. Elle dut les sortir sur le palier avant de lancer une lessive de vêtements et sous-vêtements souillés, puis vaisselle. Elle travailla trois heures sans relâche sous le regard concupiscent de Franck, assis nu dans un fauteuil, qui lui mettait la main aux fesses, voire plongeait des doigts dans son vagin.
À sa honte, elle n’était pas insensible à ses attouchements ; ses mamelons étaient durs et tendus, et quand il se leva, la verge gonflée, violacée, couverte de semence séchée, elle s’approcha de lui, tête baissée. Il la toisa en ricanant, se masturba en caressant ses grosses couilles velues.
— Alors, petite chienne, tu as envie de te faire baiser ? On dirait que tu n’attends que ça. Avec ta gueule de sainte-nitouche, tu trompes bien ton monde. Si tu veux ma bite, tu n’as que le demander.
— S’il vous plaît…
— Quoi ? Tu la veux, ma grosse bite ? Dis-le, merde !
— Oui, prenez-moi, je vous en prie…
— Caresse ta moule, fourre des doigts dans ta chatte, salope, écarte bien… Voilà, c’est bien, tu n’es qu’une chienne en chaleur.
Il la poussa contre le fauteuil et la pénétra aussitôt jusqu’à la garde ; elle était trempée et brûlante. Franck la besognait méthodiquement ; sa grosse bite trapue remplissait bien le vagin serré d’Élodie qui haletait, les mains crispées sur les accoudoirs, projetée en avant à chaque poussée. Elle jouit alors qu’il grognait et accélérait la cadence ; elle le sentit se vider en elle, remplissant sa matrice de semence épaisse.
— Allez, à genoux, nettoie ma bite, salope, vite !
— Pas ça, s’il vous plaît, c’est sale.
— Tu veux ma main dans la gueule ? C’est ta mouille et mon sperme, tu va tout bien nettoyer avec ta langue ! À genoux ! Bien, tu vois, tu t’y mets…
Surmontant son dégoût, Élodie a commencé à passer sa langue sur la verge gluante, songeant qu’elle avait toujours refusé ça à son mari. Malgré l’odeur d’urine et de négligé, elle finit par gober le gland et aspirer le sexe flasque et le nettoyer soigneusement. Gauche, elle se releva et regarda Franck, incertaine sur la conduite à tenir.
— Je voudrais me doucher, maintenant.
— Tu feras ça chez toi. Il est quelle heure ? 20 heures 10 ? Allez, fous le camp ; pas la peine de mettre de culotte demain, ni de soutif d’ailleurs.
— D’accord.
Il lui donna une petite gifle sèche. Pas très douloureuse, mais humiliante.
— Tu m’appelleras « Monsieur ». Compris ?
— Oui, Monsieur.
— Fous le camp. Et demain, sois à l’heure.
Élodie est rentrée chez elle au radar ; son mari lui a ouvert la porte et l’a examinée de la tête aux pieds. Consciente d’être sale, couverte de sueur, les cuisses poisseuses de semence, elle le poussa pour se précipiter dans la salle d’eau où elle s’enferma. La douche lui remit les idées en place en même temps qu’elle nettoya son corps. Quand elle sortit, enveloppée dans une grande serviette de bain, Éric l’attendait ; elle refusa d’aller se blottir dans ses bras et ils restèrent debout l’un en face de l’autre, comme des étrangers.
— Élodie, ça va ? J’étais inquiet ; ça s’est bien passé ?
— À ton avis ?
— Il t’a violée ? C’est ça ? Il faut porter plainte…
— Tais-toi ! Non, il ne m’a pas violée. Il m’a baisée, deux fois, et je l’ai laissé faire.
Éric la regardait d’un air apitoyé, et en même temps il bandait, de penser que sa jolie femme s’était fait prendre par un étranger. Il s’approcha d’elle tendrement et elle le laissa poser ses mains sur ses épaules et les masser.
— Tu as faim ? J’ai fait une quiche lorraine, avec de la salade…
— D’accord.
— Après, je te ferai un massage pour te déstresser, tes muscles sont tendus.
— Et puis il faut que je sois épilée entièrement.
— Entièrement ? Bon.
Élodie alla manger, songeuse. Elle savait que sa vie de couple avait pris un tournant irréversible. Éric n’était plus son partenaire sexuel unique ; il ne la satisfaisait pas, alors que Franck, cet homme grossier et sale, l’avait fait jouir plusieurs fois. Elle ne comprenait toujours pas pourquoi, d’ailleurs ; il l’avait menacée, giflée, et malgré tout elle avait réagi à ses attouchements, s’était offerte sans pudeur ; il l’avait pénétrée avec son gros sexe, l’écrasant de sa masse, l’avait besognée rudement. En y repensant, Élodie était troublée, son ventre était tout chose.
Après le repas, Éric l’a conduite sur la table de massage qu’ils avaient achetée d’occasion un an plus tôt. Sans rien dire, Élodie dénoua sa serviette et l’étendit sur la table avant de s’allonger sur le ventre, les bras le long du corps. Éric commença à verser un peu d’huile camphrée sur son dos ; il aimait la masser, mais cela arrivait trop rarement à son goût. Il commença par le haut et les épaules pour finir par les mollets et la plante des pieds, puis demanda à Élodie de passer sur le dos. Il vit tout de suite que ses bouts de seins roses étaient gonflés et durs.
Il attaqua cette fois par le bas, et s’arrêta à hauteur du pubis, couvert d’une fine toison blonde et bouclée.
— Je vais chercher l’épilateur électrique ? C’est le plus pratique pour ce que tu veux.
— D’accord, mais va doucement : c’est un peu douloureux.
Éric acquiesça, tout excité ; il épila donc soigneusement la vulve, jusqu’au périnée et entre les fesses, avant de faire les aisselles. Quand Élodie se souleva, elle examina son pubis bombé et complètement lisse, un peu rouge. Éric massa ensuite le pubis irrité, mais Élodie le repoussa quand il tenta des caresses trop poussées.
— Arrête, je suis fatiguée. Je vais me coucher.
— D’accord, ma chérie, je comprends, ne t’inquiète pas.
Élodie, épuisée, s’endormit très vite alors qu’Éric tournait dans le lit, obsédé par des images de sa femme faisant l’amour avec un autre homme, jouissant sous ses assauts. Il se masturba dans le noir sans parvenir à éjaculer. Le lendemain matin, Élodie partit sans faire de bruit car son mari dormait encore. A 16 heures, elle était chez Franck, qui lui ouvrit, pas rasé, sale et empestant la bière, vêtu en tout et pour tout d’un caleçon froissé.
— Bonjour, Monsieur.
— Entre, petite salope. Et enlève ta robe. Bien, tu m’as obéi, tu n’a rien dessous, comme une bonne petite pute. Et tu es épilée. Tu fais encore plus pute comme ça.
— Vous n’aimez pas ?
— Si, tu auras ton jus de couilles, ne t’en fais pas.
Élodie réussit à peu près sa piqûre, puis Franck la fit agenouiller devant lui. Il extirpa sa verge noueuse et se fit sucer ; comme Élodie n’était pas habituée à cette pratique, il lui donna des indications en l’insultant.
— Pauvre connasse, pas foutue de sucer ! Allez, avale, et pompe vraiment, nom de Dieu ! Je sens rien, remue ta langue ; une pute de chantier est plus douée que toi ! Allez, encore, force un peu, ça va passer. Et dégueule pas sinon je te le fais lécher. Lève-toi maintenant, je vais te baiser la chatte, ma salope ; tu as intérêt à remuer le cul.
Il la prit contre le fauteuil, elle était trempée ; voyant ça, il claqua ses fesses jusqu’à les voir rougir, puis il la tira contre lui et la souleva, bien plantée sur son mandrin, et se laissa retomber sur le fauteuil. Et il la fit monter et descendre ; Élodie gémissait, les yeux clos. La verge épaisse remplissait son vagin alors que Franck avait empoigné ses deux seins et les pétrissait, pinçant les bouts jusqu’à la faire pousser un petit cri. Ce fut cela qui la fit jouir soudain, tremblant de tous ses membres, et s’écroulant sur Franck.
Lequel se leva, la tenant toujours empalée à fond, pour aller à pas lourds dans la chambre et la poser à genoux devant le lit. La tête sur une couverture sale, elle ne bougea pas, se cambrant même pour qu’il puisse s’enfoncer mieux ; il la pilonna plusieurs minutes, ruisselant de sueur sur elle, avant de se vider en épaisses saccades qui la firent jouir à nouveau. Lorsqu’il la libéra, elle s’agenouilla d’elle-même et nettoya la verge gluante d’une langue agile.
— Je peux faire le ménage, Monsieur ?
— Oui, mais demain je te mettrai un collier de chienne, pour que tu te rappelles ce que tu es. Et ce soir, tu bosses ici jusqu’à 9 heures.
Élodie se nettoya l’entrejambe avec une grosse éponge avant d’attaquer par la cuisine, qu’elle nettoya à fond, rangeant toute la vaisselle propre avant de s’occuper de la chambre de Franck, où elle remplit deux sacs poubelle de déchets, faisant une lessive des draps, puis de vêtements. Elle nettoya entrée, couloir et séjour à un rythme soutenu, s’habituant à travailler nue sous les yeux de son employeur.
Mais elle avait à peine refait le lit qu’il la culbuta dessus et la prit sauvagement en levrette, se retirant régulièrement pour se faire sucer avant de revenir la pilonner de toutes ses forces. Quand il a senti qu’il allait éjaculer, il a fait mettre Élodie à genoux devant lui et a joui dans sa bouche ouverte, l’obligeant à avaler avant de lécher sa hampe dressée. Il la tira alors derrière lui pour la pousser sur le palier, nue et le visage maculé de sperme. Avant de lui jeter sa robe et sa mallette de soins.
— Demain, tu te mets à poil ici avant de sonner.
— D’accord ; à demain, Monsieur.
— Et demain, je t’enculerai ; tu es pucelle du cul, je parie.
— Oh non, pas ça, s’il vous plaît !
— Ta gueule ! À demain ; t’auras qu’à te lubrifier avant de venir !
Élodie rentra chez elle, fourbue et sale ; elle bouscula presque Éric pour se ruer sous la douche ; la soirée passa dans le brouillard, elle refusa de discuter avec son mari, refusa qu’il la touche et se tourna dans son coin pour dormir. Elle pensa longtemps à ce qui l’attendait le lendemain, en rêva aussi car elle se réveilla avec le minou tout humide. Elle passa sa journée en mode automatique, consciente de sa non-implication, d’exécuter les tâches confiées sans y mettre de cœur.
Arrivée sur le palier de l’appartement, elle se déshabilla rapidement et sonna, tête baissée. Il n’ouvrit pas tout de suite, la faisant patienter plusieurs minutes, angoissée à l’idée de voir passer un voisin. Il ouvrit enfin, toujours aussi sale ; il était torse nu, velu comme un singe, portant juste un slip autrefois blanc. Il la fit entrer sans un mot, lui laissa faire sa piqûre avant de lui donner une bonne gifle. Elle recula, les larmes aux yeux, ne comprenant pas.
— Pardon, Monsieur. Je vous ai fait mal ? Je suis désolée.
— Ta gueule. Tu as le cul propre ? Tu es lubrifiée ?
— Oui, un peu…
— Alors je vais t’enculer pour t’apprendre à réussir tes piqûres ; va sur le lit, à genoux, le cul vers la porte, écarte tes fesses que je puisse viser, penche-toi, la tête sur le lit…
Mortifiée, Élodie obéissait, consciente que son corps la trahissait encore une fois ; sauf que cette fois, Frank en avait après son anus, vierge encore car elle s’était toujours refusée à la sodomie. Alors elle était anxieuse, d’autant que Franck était pourvu d’un engin épais qui risquait de la déchirer. Il commença par enfoncer un doigt ; elle se crispa et il donna une bonne claque avec son autre main.
— Tu es serrée, tellement tu as la trouille ! C’est que mon doigt, alors tu te laisses faire !
Il fit lentement jouer le doigt, entrant et sortant, avant de forcer le passage avec un deuxième, arrachant un gémissement à Élodie, consciente de la posture obscène qu’elle avait. Un froid dans ses reins : il versait du lubrifiant dans la raie des fesses, le faisant pénétrer avec ses doigts dans l’orifice convoité. Il travailla patiemment l’anus, jusqu’à glisser trois gros doigts joints jusqu’à la jointure avant de présenter sa queue raide.
— Ne te crispe pas, ma salope, tu auras mal sinon. Je vais te défoncer le fion de toute manière… Là !
— Oh ! Mon Dieu, non, c’est trop gros… Oh !
— C’est rentré, alors ta gueule !
Élodie serrait les dents ; les larmes sillonnaient ses joues alors que l’épais mandrin s’enfonçait en elle, dévastant son anus distendu, la bonne lubrification permettant de coulisser parfaitement. Franck était aux anges, bien serré dans les entrailles chaudes et accueillantes ; il donna de violents coups de boutoir qui arrachèrent de nouvelles larmes à Élodie, qui tomba en avant mais resta bien cambrée, écrasée sous la masse de Franck. Ses 50 kilos avaient disparu sous les 115 kilos de Franck qui la besognait avec rudesse, lui faisant sentir chaque centimètre de son engin.
À sa surprise, elle sentait son bassin qui se tendait pour aller au devant de la queue bien raide ; elle commença à geindre, accompagnant chaque ruée d’un cri de gorge. Elle sentit monter la jouissance alors qu’il accélérait en poussant des grognements bestiaux, l’insultant et lui bavant dans le cou ; quand il se planta en elle, tétanisé, et se vida dans ses reins, elle cria et jouit à son tour. Il resta vautré sur elle un long moment, soufflant comme un phoque et inondant Élodie de sueur.
— Alors, ma petite salope, tu aimes ça, te faire défoncer la rondelle ; je me sors que tu puisses travailler un peu. Tout à l’heure, je t’en remettrai une dose dans le cul. Mais d’abord, ton collier de chienne, j’allais oublier…
Élodie travailla en continu jusqu’à 19 heures avec un large collier de cuir noir pour tout vêtement. Elle nettoya à nouveau cuisine et séjour, et cette fois s’aventura dans deux chambres qu’elle n’avait pas encore ouvertes ; Franck lui expliqua que c’étaient les chambres de ses deux fils qui revenaient le lendemain.
— Tu as intérêt à faire ça bien ; ils sont pas marrants, mes deux salopards : ils te dresseront, c’est moi qui te le dis ! Et avec une petite pute comme toi, je crois que ça va leur plaire. Je pense qu’ils partiront moins souvent faire des conneries.
— Mais… Je ne sais pas… Ce n’étais pas prévu, avec vos fils, je ne savais pas…
— Eh bien maintenant, c’est prévu ! Tu leur serviras de vide-couilles comme pour moi. Ça te pose un problème ? J’ai toujours le dossier sous le coude.
Élodie baissa la tête, matée. Plus que huit jours à obéir. Il lui fallait tenir, échapper à cet homme répugnant et réussir à décrocher son diplôme. Après, tout s’arrangerait, son couple repartirait du bon pied… Elle y croyait de moins en moins ; elle se voyait comme une balle lancée dans une pente de plus en plus forte, incapable de remonter, appelée à chuter toujours plus. Elle rentra chez elle et n’adressa pas la parole à son mari ; elle se doucha, mangea et se coucha, épuisée, pour sombrer dans un sommeil sans rêves.
Le lendemain après-midi, avant de partir chez Franck, elle prit un laxatif et se fit un lavement, puis une fois bien nettoyée injecta du lubrifiant dans son anus. Arrivée devant la porte, elle trouva le collier posé par terre ; elle se déshabilla vite et se fixa le collier avant de sonner. Quand la porte s’ouvrit, elle poussa un petit cri car ce n’était pas Franck, mais un homme nu. Un des fils, bien sûr, se rappela Élodie. La vingtaine, plus grand que son père et moins gros. Nu comme un ver ; Élodie eut son regard attiré malgré elle sur sa virilité ; à moitié bandée, c’était une colonne de chair violacée qui pendait sur des testicules velus.
Elle eut le temps de se dire qu’il était aussi velu que son père quand il la tira contre lui et l’embrassa sur la bouche, les mains empoignant ses fesses et les pétrissant. Elle réalisa qu’elle était trempée quand il la souleva un peu pour planter son dard épais dans sa chatte, la laissant s’empaler d’elle-même. Elle défaillit sous l’assaut soudain. Elle se faisait prendre sur le palier par un homme qu’elle n’avait jamais vu, dont elle ne connaissait même pas le nom ! Et ce fut pire encore quand elle sentit contre ses fesses ce qui ne pouvait qu’être une autre verge bandée.
— Non, pas comme ça, s’il vous plaît ! Pas ici, pas sur le palier… Ah ! Non, j’ai mal, c’est trop gros ! Vous allez me déchirer, par pitié…
Évidemment, les deux hommes restaient sourds à ses supplications et la pauvre Élodie subissait sa première double pénétration. Ils la soulevaient par les hanches et la laissaient retomber, s’empalant jusqu’à la garde sur les deux gros mandrins ; elle poussait un cri de gorge à chaque fois mais ne protestait plus ; elle avait croisé ses mains sur la nuque de l’homme qui emplissait son vagin. Qui la força à le lâcher en se reculant et en s’extrayant du vagin ; avant qu’elle comprenne, il lui allongea deux gifles violentes en aller-retour.
Craintive, les larmes ruisselant sur ses joues marquées, Élodie commença à sangloter, douloureusement consciente de sa position. Ils étaient toujours sur le palier, nus, elle était empalée sur un épieu de chair qui lui distendait le fondement, ses pieds ne touchant pas le sol, le dos collé à son pourfendeur ; et elle venait de prendre deux fortes gifles. Elle leva les mains pour se protéger, mais le regard méchant de l’homme l’en dissuada. Elle lui adressa un regard implorant et il rit cruellement.
— Alors, petite salope, tu es bien le garage à bites dont avait parlé mon père ! Tu aimes ça ? Réponds !
— Oui, j’aime ça…
— Tu as envie que je revienne ?
— Oui…
— Alors, demande, petite pute, demande-moi !
— Oui, revenez, s’il vous plaît ! Prenez-moi, je vous en prie.
Il l’embrocha d’une poussée ; son vagin était trempé et brûlant, et elle jouit aussitôt en criant sans retenue. Une porte s’entrouvrit et se referma aussitôt. Toute honte bue, Élodie se donnait sans pudeur en gémissant, éperonnée dans son ventre et dans ses reins, les seins rudement empoignés et tordus. Le premier qui éjacula dans ses reins entraîna la jouissance du second, puis ils reposèrent Élodie qui avait du mal à tenir sur ses jambes tremblantes. Elle put enfin entrer et refermer la porte sur elle en soupirant. Ils étaient déjà partis dans leurs chambres, et Franck, assis dans son fauteuil, regardait Élodie d’un air goguenard.
— Alors, comment tu as trouvé mes fils ?
— J’ai été surprise, Monsieur. Ils sont… vigoureux.
Elle put enfin faire son injection à Franck, sans trembler, mais troublée de sentir ses orifices se vider peu à peu de semence sur l’intérieur de ses cuisses. Elle put enfin se nettoyer, mais Franck l’appela aussitôt.
— Viens, salope ; suce-moi bien avant que je t’encule ; Tu dois avoir le trou bien préparé avec ce que mes fils t’ont mis !
— Oui Monsieur.
Élodie, à genoux entre les cuisses épaisses, commença à administrer une fellation ; bien sûr, il râla et l’insulta sans arrêt car elle n’arrivait pas à prendre le gland aussi profondément qu’il le voulait ; mais il était satisfait dans la mesure où elle mettait du cœur à l’ouvrage, le pompant et le cajolant du mieux qu’elle pouvait. Quand il la repoussa pour ensuite la disposer à sa guise, elle se cambra impudiquement et il la sodomisa sans effort, lui arrachant tout de même un cri étranglé. Il la pilonna brutalement, la ployant en arrière en tirant ses cheveux à deux mains, mais il fut satisfait en la sentant jouir sous ses assauts pourtant féroces.
Et ensuite, elle le nettoya soigneusement de sa langue, le regardant avec un air soumis qui lui arracha un rictus satisfait. En parfaite fée du logis, elle lava la vaisselle, rangea, repassa même du linge, ce jusqu’au moment où les deux fils surgirent de leurs chambres et l’entraînèrent avec eux pour reprendre leurs activités sexuelles. Elle cria quand ils la jetèrent sur le lit, mais elle resta allongée, offerte, comprenant qu’elle allait passer à la casserole et qu’elle n’y gagnerait rien à se rebeller. Elle tourna la tête vers eux et n’en crut pas ses yeux : ils étaient nus, leurs virilités dressées, lourdes et menaçantes ; mais ce qui la choqua, c’était les ceintures de cuir qu’ils tenaient bien serrées dans leur main droite.
— S’il vous plaît, je ferai ce que vous voulez ; ne me battez pas, je vous en prie…
— On va attendrir ton petit cul, c’est ça qu’on veut. Alors tu mords le drap et tu la fermes ; va pas rameuter les voisins !
— Sinon, on te prend dans un bois, et là on te cogne jusqu’à ce que tu sois complètement pelée du cul. C’est ça que tu veux ?
— Non, s’il vous plaît, pas ça… Je vais essayer…
Domptée, Élodie baissa la tête et mordit dans le drap qu’elle saisit et serra à deux mains, offrant ses fesses aux deux brutes. Au premier coup, elle gémit ; au dixième, elle sanglota ; au vingtième, elle était dans un état second, au-delà de la souffrance. Ses fesses étaient durement marquées, couvertes de stries entre le rouge et le brun. Le sang ne coulait pas, mais les marques allaient rester plusieurs jours. Puis ils la sodomisèrent à tour de rôle, se relayant dans son anus dilacéré ; ils se délectaient de ses gémissements, de ses râles, guettant la montée du plaisir chez Élodie.
À un moment, ses sanglots et sa souffrance s’étaient changés en plaintes puis en gémissements de plaisir qu’elle essayait de ravaler pour masquer sa honte de jouir dans ces conditions. Mais rien n’y faisait : son corps la trahissait, elle aimait être traitée comme la dernière des traînées, avilie et prise de force. Ils jouèrent longtemps avec elle, la faisant jouir quand ils le décidaient, rien qu’en la sodomisant sans finesse. Quand ils sortaient de son anus béant, elle les suppliait de revenir, de la prendre encore plus fort.
Plus tard, épuisée, repue, elle alla voir Frank qui regardait la télé en buvant une bière. Elle s’agenouilla devant lui, nue et souillée.
— Monsieur, j’ai compris ce que je suis. Je vous supplie de m’accepter chez vous et de me garder ; je serai votre soumise, je ferai ce que vous voudrez.
— Tu seras ma vide-couilles et celle de mes fils ?
— Oui.
— Et celle de qui je voudrai ?
— Oui.
— Je savais que tu n’étais qu’une petite pute ! Bien ! Tu vas rentrer chez toi, prendre tes habits les plus sexys ; le reste, tu laisses. Et tu reviens ici ; tu as une heure. Je vois que mes fils ont bien marqué ton cul. À ton retour, je m’occuperai de tes gros seins : tu vas déguster.
Auteure : Petite Julie
Gay Marriage:
Let me start out by saying I'm not gay. I am in a very happy, devoted relationship to my fiance. I am a 23 year old guy, she is a 22 year old girl. We are a very heterosexual couple, neither have ever been with someone of the same sex nor do we have the desire to.
I know this is going to draw some attention from those of who you are just going to want to comment about how "fags are bad" and other vulgar, inappropriate, unnecessary outcries. Please keep those to yourselves. If you have something intelegent to say, I implore you to comment.
If you don't believe I'm straight, I don't give a fuck. Simple as that, I'm here to discuss a topic I find very interesting.
I went onto Omegle and used the "ask a question" option. I asked:
"Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?"
I would like to say that I'm not a religious person, I believe there is a higher power. Whoever/whatever that may be, I have no idea. I do believe that we were put on this earth to love eachother and to accept one another's differences. I don't have the right to tell you how to live and who to love, and you shouldn't judge people either.
The following text is 20 of the responses. I got a few responses that had nothing to do with the question, the majority of people didn't comment but simply disconnected. I just want to point out that the (majority) of the people that were against gay marriage weren't well spoken(typed) and were fairly rude and vulgar, while the people not necessarily for gay marriage, but just support people's happiness, took notice were well spoken, and used correct grammar and spelling.
(1) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 1: i'm with him on that, what does religion have to do with who you can love?
Stranger 2: I got nothing wrong with it either
Stranger 2: Gayness is not a hoice
Stranger 2: Choice
Stranger 2 has disconnected
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(2) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 1: I just can't be fucked to discuss this at the moment.
Stranger 1: But I agree.
Stranger 1: Homomarriage ftw.
Stranger 1: gosh, I'm tired.
Stranger 2: lol if people had equal rights in the first place there wouldnt be a discussion...
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~Next conversation was disconnected before either stranger commented.
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~This one is kinda long and doesn't discuss the topic much.
(3) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 2: ...
Stranger 1: I have the right
Stranger 2: um, Gay marriage is legal here
Stranger 1: Homosexuals are dumb
Stranger 2: my church accepts/blesses gay marriage
Stranger 1: That wrong
Stranger 2: so, IDK what the issue is really
Stranger 1: That's discusting
Stranger 2: I'm not gay
Stranger 2: and I'm not getting married
Stranger 1: They make me wanna puke
Stranger 2: how come?
Stranger 2: have they come onto you?
Stranger 2: maybe you give out gay vibes.
Stranger 1: There not normal
Stranger 2: *they're
Stranger 2: we know that
Stranger 2: so, what's your point?
Stranger 1: They should pretend not to be gay
Stranger 2: some do
Stranger 1: Thats my point
Stranger 1: Good for them
Stranger 2: sooo
Stranger 1: They're awsome
Stranger 2: no, they suck..
Stranger 2: buddumm TSS
Stranger 1: But for those who show there gay
Stranger 1: There discusting
Stranger 2: *their
Stranger 1: Sick
Stranger 2: they're
Stranger 1: Horrible
Stranger 2: becuase?
Stranger 2: because*
Stranger 1: Y don't u call the grammer police?
Stranger 2: Because I'm correcting your spelling, not grammar.
Stranger 2: problem?
Stranger 2: getting back to the point
Stranger 1: If I used good grammer/spelling it would take longer to type
Stranger 1: I only use it correctly on school work
Stranger 2: So, it would take longer to type an A in grammar than an E?
Stranger 2: So, you have no desire to present yourself as an intelligent person to the world?
Stranger 2: By choice.
Stranger 1: Yes when I get a job I will
Stranger 1: But I'm in high school
Stranger 1: I don't need to
Stranger 2: You don't have a job now?
Stranger 1: No
Stranger 2: ...
Stranger 1: Im working towards becoming a nuclear engineer though
Stranger 2: in high school
Stranger 2: ..
Stranger 1: Watch when I get my job you'll be ashamed you ever said that
Stranger 1: Nuclear engineers make GOOD money
Stranger 2: I don't know how it is where you live, but here you have to be in the 90th percentile to be accepted to the faculty of engineering.
Stranger 2: and you can't use grammar.
Stranger 2: so, I'm thinking you have a lot of work ahead of you.
Stranger 1: Uhhh ya I can
Stranger 2: Clearly.
Stranger 1: I decide not to
Stranger 2: Good luck in life son, you'll need it. Also, your dad is probably a fag.
Stranger 2 has disconnected
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(4) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 1: I never argued the point. I'm not God, I let Him/Her decide these things.
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~Another one disconnected before commenting.
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(5) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 2: homosexuals are bad
Stranger 1: It's the right of the AMERICAN PEOPLE!
Stranger 2: even satan doesn't approve
Stranger 1: IT WILL RUIN THIS GREAT SOCIETY!
Stranger 2 has disconnected
~"Great Society"???? Full of rapists, murderers, crime and general fear of anything unknown. Yep, Gays are definitely our biggest concern!!!
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(6) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? What if he said you can't marry?
Stranger 1: i never said anything
Stranger 2: Yep.
Stranger 1: who asked god?
Stranger 1: dont they have thier own righ
Stranger 1: what if god did say no gay marriages
Stranger 1: why would that mean they couldnt
Stranger 1: people have the right to do what the fuck they want and not live in religon
Stranger 1: so befor you try and be pro gay rethink the way you word it
Stranger 1: good day
Stranger 2 has disconnected
~Please note, I'm not saying God has anything to do with the topic. Just pointing out that it's the most argument against it.
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~Starting with this question, I decided to ask where the Strangers were from. Unfortunately, most decided not to acknowledge the question.
(7) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: true
Stranger 2: i honestly dont care what people are as long as you are a nice person
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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(8) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: Amen
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~Another disconnected without commenting.
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~And another.
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~And another.
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(9) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: gays go to hell
Stranger 1: let them get married there
Stranger 2: Your ignorance is dripping on my carpet sir
Stranger 1: liberal fag
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~Another disconnected without comment.
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~And another.
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~And another.
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(10) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: no one, none, never, Norway
Stranger 1: No ones I guess, little, never, England
Stranger 2 has disconnected
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~Another disconnected without comment.
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~And another.
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(11) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: They can share marraige
Stranger 2: They deserve it
Stranger 2: :/
Stranger 2: I'm straight, myself
Stranger 2: But EXCLUDING certain innocent people from their rights
Stranger 2: is WRONG.
Stranger 2: RIGHTS are RIGHTS.
Stranger 2: >.<
Stranger 2: Get over it.
Stranger 1: People are idiots. Gays should have the same rights as us... Fuck... More
Stranger 2: Your book is 3000 years old
Stranger 2: Agreed
Stranger 2: This person is an ignorant, overly religious person
Stranger 1: Theyve been trying so hard to be accepted
Stranger 2: worshipping a 3000 year old book written by middle eastern goat herders.
Stranger 1: Yea
Stranger 2: Homosexuals/Bisexuals have the same rights as us
Stranger 2: :/
Stranger 1: But they can't get married
Stranger 2: They deserve to be for sure
Stranger 1: Theyve been trying so hard for acceptance
Stranger 1: Ik
Stranger 2: Ugh
Stranger 2: Bye :)
Stranger 2 has disconnected
~Please note, obviously I support Gay Marriage. I'm not sure where they got the idea that I was against it, I thought the way
I presented my questions made that obvious...
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(12) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: im gay.
Stranger 1: :3
Stranger 1: ..
Stranger 2: faggot
Stranger 2 has disconnected
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~Another disconnected without commenting
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~And another.
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~And another.
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(13) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: marriage is with
Stranger 1: Whoa, someone's having a hissy fit
Stranger 2: a man and a woman
Stranger 1: Amen
Stranger 1: Gay marriage is a disgrace
Stranger 2: no, it's not really a disgrace, it's just not right
Stranger 1: An insult to human life
Stranger 1: It is a disgrace
Stranger 2: yea ok it's a disgrace
Stranger 1: Gay's are nice people, but what they're doing is wrong
Stranger 1: Soo wrong
Stranger 2: what are they doing wrong..?
Stranger 1: Loving someone of the same sex as them
Stranger 1: Making love to them
Stranger 1: The penis was not made for the ass
Stranger 1: It was made for the vagina
Stranger 1: For procreation
Stranger 1: So we can multiply
Stranger 1: Can you make babies from fucking a man up the ass? No
Stranger 2: yea, it's perverted
Stranger 1: No
Stranger 2: well, it'
Stranger 2: s
Stranger 2: gay sex only focus on pleasure
Stranger 2: not procreation or real lve
Stranger 1: How can you get pleasure from being fucked in the asshole?
Stranger 2: but that's happens
Stranger 1: The same place faeces comes out of?
Stranger 2: in all cases now with comdom
Stranger 1: Still disgusting
Stranger 2: they can be sex partners, ok. but not marriage
Stranger 2: gays want to be respected, respect the religion of other ppl too ~When don't they?
Stranger 1: Gay's should go to hell
Stranger 1: end of
Stranger 1 has disconnected
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~The next response consisted of one person who supports it and another who didn't say his view. They quickly transitioned into a long discussion about religions. It was entirely too long to post here, if you would like to read it, feel free to e-mail me.
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~Another disconnected without comment.
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~And another
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(14) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: god
Stranger 2: God never said he hated gay you faggot..
Stranger 2 has disconnected
~Not sure if Stranger 2 was responding to my question, or Stranger 1. Again, I'm not saying what God believes because I don't/didn't know Him/Her and He/She never told me what they want.
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~Another disconnected without comment.
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~And another.
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~And another.
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~The next stranger commented that he lived in NY, it's legal there, and to get over it, then disconnected.
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(15) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: I believe gays should be able to marry
Stranger 1: simple as
Stranger 2: same
Stranger 1: im english
Stranger 2: Do not go attacking us question-asker
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~Another disconnected without comment
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(16) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 2: by what right does the government have at all to issue marriage licenses to anyone?
Stranger 1: True
Stranger 2: where does a "right" come from?
Stranger 1: Good question
Stranger 1: Love is love
Stranger 2: the government does not exist to validate individuals' personal relationships, it exists to provide particular services which would be otherwise unavailable, to keep the peace and enforce the law
Stranger 1: Agreed
Stranger 1: And well put
Stranger 1: World woul be so much better if politics stayed out of people's homes
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(17) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: swedish
Stranger 1: atheist
Stranger 2: America
Stranger 2: Christian
Stranger 2: But before we start all this, can you not judge me for being a christian?
Stranger 1: I'll try not to.
Stranger 2: Wonderful
Stranger 1: I just can't believe people actively waste their own time trying to prevent OTHER people from being happy. They have nothing to do with you. They want to be with each other, not with you. So what the hell is wrong with that? Love is love, no matter what gender or colour or whatever.
Stranger 2: I understand, Christians can be super judgemental about stuff like this
Stranger 2: Honestly, i don't think Marriage is a government issue, it's a religious thing (for the most part) and the government shouldn't give benefits to a married couple. If a church or other institution wants to marry people, they should be free too. If a church wants to not marry people, they should be able too.
Stranger 1: To be perfectly honest I don't really care. What is so important about getting married in a church anyway. If I ever get married I wouldn't care where it happens, just the fact that it happens and that it's with a person I love will be enough.
Stranger 2: For different people, marriage can be different things. To me, Marriage is a gift from God, and should be between a man and woman. That's based off of my religious beliefs, but i don't care what others do. To them it may be different, and that's ok with me.
Stranger 1: Personally I've never been religious so for me marriage is basically just having the same lastname and a ring on your finger to signal you're off the market so to speak.
Stranger 2: Totally cool. That's the beauty of freedom, it's your choice.
Stranger 1: Indeed.
Stranger 1: And I mean... I've heard of people marrying buildings for fuck's sake... BUILDINGS!
Stranger 2: Yeah, it's a little ridiculous. I'm sorry that so many christian's are so ignorant and judgemental, just thought i'd throw that out there
Stranger 1: The fact that they have to force their crap on other people is what pisses me off. Fine, believe what you want, just don't try and force me to do so as well. I've made my choice not to.
Stranger 1: And that argument they have "think of the children" yeah, please do! What kind of message is "no you can't love who you want because if you do you'll burn in hell"... That's not a good message.
Stranger 2: I mean i'm not disagreeing. A lot Christians claim Christ, but don't love like He loved.
Stranger 1: Seems like they just pick the parts best suited to themselves.
Stranger 1: Which sort of destroys the real message.
Stranger 2: Yep, The Church is corrupt, and there are a lot of problems. But, even though i am pretty messed up, I can still say that Jesus has radically changed my life, and given me hope. Good talking to you, but i have to go. Hope your next experience is good!
Stranger 1: Have a nice day.
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(18) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: Nobody, that's who!
Stranger 1: No difference at all!
Stranger 1: He didn't xP
Stranger 2: I don't believe in any deity, people ought to be able to marry whoever they please who are of the age of consent, Sweden.
Stranger 1: California ^_^
Stranger 1: For once, a nice stranger
Stranger 1: :D
Stranger 2: :) see, OP, we're a socially liberal bunch over here.
Stranger 2: take care, toodles!
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(19) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: ummm...
Stranger 2: good question..
Stranger 1: God loves everyone
Stranger 1: and he made us to love one another
Stranger 1: wether were black asian females males mexicans whites transgenders gays
Stranger 1: we have to accept each other
Stranger 1: k bai
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(20) You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
Whose right is it to tell homosexuals they can't share the bliss of marriage? What difference does it make to your life? When did God give you the right to judge? Where are you both from?
Stranger 1: I don't judge. :D
Stranger 1: i'm from the state of delusion.
Stranger 1: btw
Stranger 2: No one has the right to judge.
Stranger 2: But it will be done by people anyway.
Stranger 1: yeah, no escaping it.
Stranger 1: But as I like to say, homosexuals should have the right to be UNHAPPY in marriages..haaaaaa.
Stranger 1 has disconnected
That's the end off the 20. I did keep it going but didn't want to make this much longer. If you want to discuss this topic further without the fear of getting trampled by trolls feel free to PM me.
Thanks for reading, have a great day!
That awkward, if not surprising moment you learn that your uncle in a nursing home with dementia used to fuck your younger, hot, former prostitute wife.
So, I've posted about my wife on here before. I'm 42 and she's 25. I met her when she was 19 and got her off the street after 3 years of turning tricks. Gave her a place to stay (mother-in-law suite) and even though she is hot as hell, graciously turned down her offer of sex as repayment for the safe place to stay. That's when our relationship turned to courting, dating and very quickly, marriage and kids. But I digress.
I have an uncle that I see rarely and had to drop off some items that my mom wanted him to have. As we pulled in to the assisted living facility, the wife started getting a little tense. Even though we still invite others into our bedroom on occasion, it is done very discreetly due to the life we've built and how hard she's worked to be a different woman. We have a secret signal if we come across a former Trick in social situations. It's happened, but only twice. Anyway, I noticed she was a bit tense, but didn't ask. As we walked through the hallway to my uncle's apartment, her steps got smaller and when we got to the door, she was pale. That's when I realized what exactly was going on.
I established early on that she could always tell me about her past without any fear of judgement or repulse from me. It was important for me to hear, but more important that she knew she could tell me anything. So I already knew that most of her spam were seniors. They would pay more for a younger beautiful woman and they treated her better than younger guys. Most importantly, it kept her from giving $15 blow jobs in alleys or behind stores (though she had a few times). It was a reliable stable of spam who got their Social Security and Disability checks at the beginning of the month. Turns out, she had 3 in this facility and one was my uncle.
He opened the door and we walked inside. The wife was silent and tried not to be noticed, but he eventually recognized her, even though her hair and everything about her has changed. Not to mention, she went from a size 2 to a size 8 after three kids (round in all the right places now). Anyway, with the developing dementia, he didn't comprehend that this was my wife, he just thought I had found his "favorite hooker" for him.
The wife was nervous and was more afraid of what I was thinking than anything. My uncle's hard on was pushing against his pajama bottoms, so we knew what he had in mind. I told her that any decision she made was fine with me, but if she decided to fuck him, he had to wear a condom since he still was fucking hookers. He blew his first load after about 30 seconds, but she stayed in bed with him and got him hard again after about 30 minutes. This time he fucked her for about 40 minutes. She relaxed after her first orgasm and started to enjoy it. Since this was "family" she made love to him instead of fucking him like a hooker would. Once he blew his second load, he got out of bed, looked at me and said, "I'm gonna go take a shower. Go ahead and take a turn. My treat."
Although he was not trying to be insensitive, it was the first time that someone had actually treated her like a "hooker" in front of me. She felt shame and it was obvious. I on the other hand, was rock hard and wanted her to know that I WAS NOT ashamed of her. I made love with her, even though it didn't last long. I was turned on and came after about 5 minutes, but the message was made clear.
We got dressed and my uncle came out and asked how much he owed her for both of us. She smiled and said, "You made love to me so well, I should be paying you! This one's on the house." She gave him a kiss and a hug, and we went back home and I took my time making love to my former hooker wife.
I am a 34 year old woman, and I am a supervisor in a call centre.
Recently I caught one of my subordinates - a stupid 19 yo kid - downloading, while at work, the sort of stuff that, if reported properly, would get him fired and possibly reported to the police if HR is having a pissy day.
So I made a deal that rather than reporting the matter I would punish him myself, and he would have to take the punishment - if not, the deal is off, and I report him to HR and IT.
I told him to come to my house this Friday night. My son (12 yo) was sleeping over at a friend's house so that made things easier. I was wearing one of my more severe business suits.
He was very nervous when he showed up, I would not tell him anything about what I have in mind.
I told him to come upstairs with me, and once in my bedroom and sat down on the bed and told him to take his pants off. "Now!"
So he took his pants off. "And your underpants!" He was just so not sure what was going on, he was turning red, he was trembling, he looked like he was about to cry. "Or I talk to HR on Monday." So he took his underpants off.
Then I told him to take the belt out of his pants and hand it to me. He figured out now what I was going to do and started begging and bawling like a little frightened boy. But he handed me the belt and I told him to put himself over my lap with his bum up. He did as he was told.
He asked him how many times I am going to hit him and I said until he understands why what he did is wrong. He told me that he already understands it and I whacked his bare ass with the belt and told him no he does not. That raised a nice red welt, and he was totally bawling now like a little boy. I let him have it a few more times with the belt. He was bawling and begging me to stop and telling me that he is sorry.
Then I switched to using my hand. I kept going until his ass was all nice and red and he was crying so hard he had trouble catching his breath. He also had a major boner. I stopped, told him to get and and get the bottle of skin lotion off the bedside table. Then I told him to get back into position and this time I gently rubbed the lotion on his ass - skin lotion enriched with vitamin E - the best thing to use after a spanking.
Then I had him lie down on the bed and I cuddled him until he calmed down. He put his arms around me and kept telling me that he is sorry and he will never do that again - he clung to me like a frightened and contrite little boy. He was still crying a little and I brushed tears off his face and looked into his eyes and told him I know what little boys need. I took off my jacked and blouse and my bra, and held him to my breast and he started sucking my nipple like a baby.
I felt him stop crying and relax - I do know what little boys want. I also started getting aroused myself - I love getting my nipples sucked. And I could feel his hard cock against me. I reached down and stroked it and asked him if he wanted to cum. He said "Yes mommy" - I did not tell him to call him that but he obviously knew his place. He then realized what he just said and started sputtering and I said that its OK, he I know little boys need mommy, and I will be his mommy tonight.
So he calmed down again, and I asked him to help mommy to cum first, I asked him to eat my pussy. So he took of my skirt and panties and went down on me and made me cum. Then I asked him if he wanted to fuck mommy and he said yes, and I told him that if he cums before I tell him to I will spank him again, and I pulled him on top of me and he started fucking me.
I had him slow down - I like the feeling of cock inside me but rapid thrusting doesn't do anything for me - and we had a nice and gentle fuck. I could feel he was going to cum no matter what so I told him to cum in me - I did not want to torture him.
Then I cuddled him and we talked and I knew he was genuinely sorry and would behave himself - especially when I told him that if he is good, he can fuck mommy every Friday night.
I think we have the beginning of something beautiful here.
I found this girl on a site. I talked to that guy Grieger who has the profile.
He said her name is Kristin and is 19.
She has quite big tits for being so slim. Maybe someone here will like her :-)
Don't look too much at the attached pic. That dress doesn't suit her. Look at that link instead.
I confess that I want my Fiance's sister so bad! and I think she may want me.....
I am 20 and my fiance is 19, her sister is 17. My fiance and I are staying with her parents for a few months while we are waiting on our first house to be renovated, now her mother is incredibly annoying but her two sisters love me. Now I absolutely love my fiance and I love her family so I do not want to mess anything up but I want to get Motherless's opinion.
Well a couple of days ago my fiance went to work early that morning and I was off that day, her youngest sister cheers so her mom had to take her to practice, so its just me and her middle sister the 17 year old home alone. In the room that we are staying in there is a big window that is right over the deck and looking out to the lake, and the entire family knows that. So I am in the room playing a little Call of Duty when I get a text from the 17 year old girl (lets call her tammy) and it says "im tanning on the porch, give me a heads up before coming downstairs." okay well at first i though okay. then I started thinking why does she not want me to come down so i look out the window and there she is with her top off tanning, and Im thinking holy shit!! but then I think she knows that this window is here and I can see her clear as day, then she rolls over on her stomach, and pulls the bathing suit up in between her ass cheeks and its so fucking hot. im hiding behind the curtains and peeking back and forth, worried she might see me but she doesnt look up at all! and then after about ten mins of flipping bak and forth she suddenly looks up and im hiding behind the curtain but you can see my eyes and possibly a little of my head and im almost positive she saw me looking, so i start to freak out but when I calm down i look again and shes right back to tanning. i thought okay she didnt see me looking whew! but later I texted her if i could come downstairs and she says sure, now she is coverd up now but she is talking to me and she said "sorry about not letting you come down its just when I tan i like to pull my suit i between my cheeks to get rid of tan lines" and "I said oh dont worry I understand." so at this point I really cannot tell if she is teasing me on purpose or if she is just that naive. So i wanted to tease her back and play the same game she was doing so now we were both upstairs so i go to take a shower, now im not trying to brag but i have a pretty big cock, so i need some tooth paste and i have to open the door with a tight towel around me and making sure that the outline of my cock is clearly visable, she brings me her tooth paste and while she is walking up to me she is just staring at it, for a good full ten seconds until I say thanks "Tammy". and she walks back to her room.
Later im downstairs watching tv and she comes down, still in her bikini and she decides she doesnt like what im watching and says " thats a stupid show, if your gonna watch this then I dont wanna sit and watch tv with you" and clearly flirting
Im not gonna post pics because my life is too good to mess up I just need some advice!!
Pauline The Slut - Part 41: Exposure
I spent that night with my father and sister. He enjoyed using his two daughters. The next morning the twins arrived into the room and took Anne away. My father became very aroused watching Anne head downstairs with the twins. He grabbed my hair and forced me down to his cock. He pushed his cock all the way down my throat on his first thrust and fucked my throat non-stop. I fought and struggled thinking he was going to choke me but he didn't care. He pounded away at my throat until he finally came. My throat had never suffered so brutally before.
He showered and dressed as I recovered from his assault. It was late morning before I headed downstairs. There was no sign of Anne or her daughters in the house or on the beach. Everyone else was on the beach. After lunch, Donal took me upstairs and spent the afternoon fucking my holes.
Again there was no sign of Anne or her daughters at dinner. The twins served dinner as normal. We all settled down in the lounge after. One of the twins, dressed in a red leather jump suit came out and set up two cameras. Then the second twin, dressed identically, arrived followed by Anne, Linda, Debbie and Hannah. They all wore extremely short summer dresses of different colors.
Anne ran to my husband, fell to her knees. "Please don't make us do this" she begged. One of the twins grabbed Anne by the hair and dragged her back to her daughters. She slapped Anne hard across the face. "Do that again and you won't ever see your daughters again" she hissed.
Anne stood before one of the cameras surrounded by her daughters all looking into the camera. Anne spoke "I'm Anne and these are my daughters. I'm 53 and have been married for 26 years. I lost my virginity when I was 17. It was on my prom night with my date Freddie at the house of a friend of his. When he finished, his friend came in and fucked me. I tried to stop him but I was too drunk to put up much of a struggle. Then someone else came in and fucked me. The next morning I woke up to the friends father fucking me. I tried to fight him off but he slapped me across the face a few times and pressed all his weight down on me. I cried as he fucked away."
"When did you give you first blow job." one of the twins asked.
"It was at college. I was 19. I didn't swallow the first few times but then my boyfriend forced me to. I've swallowed ever since."
She was then asked about her first lesbian experience. "That was also at college with my roommate. It started in our second year and continued until we graduated." She was quizzed on her sexual activity for the next 15 minutes, how often she masturbated, how she masturbated, her fantasies, her favourite positions and her affairs.
The shock on her daughters faces when they learned of her affairs particularly Hannah when she heard that one of them was with the father of her best friend.
It was then Linda's turn. Anne listened in disbelief as she told us that her first sexual experience was when she was 12. She was on her way home from school when a man stopped her and brought her into his house. She was forced to take off her clothes and suck his cock. He threatened to kill her sisters if she told anyone. For the next two years until she went to High School he fucked her in the cunt and ass, took photos and filmed her. Sometimes she was used by one or two of his friends. She was then questioned about her other sexual experiences.
Next was Debbie. Her first time was when she was 16 with Donal. Everyone looked at Donal who had a grin on his face. She explained how when they visited us Donal walked in on her in the shower and forced her on to her hands and knees before fucking her from behind. Every time she had a shower Donal would somehow unlock the door and fuck her. She was quizzed about her sexual activity since then.
Then Hannah spoke, her only activity was limited to masturbation until she arrived at the house a few days earlier. She was then told to strip and show us how she masturbated. Her embarrassment was immediate but she did not hesitate in removing the dress, lying on the floor and masturbating.
Whatever the twins had done to Anne and the girls had made them very willing to expose themselves completely. We watched as Hannah brought herself to orgasm. Anne removed her dress and joined Hannah on the floor, kissing her and caressing her body before working her way down her body and eating her pussy. She was joined by Linda and Debbie and soon the four of them were writhing around the floor devouring each others bodies. The twins filmed the four of them ensuring to capture their love making completely.
After 30 minutes of watching the incestuous lesbian scene my husband, father and son joined them. The four women turned their attention completely to the men. They gave themselves to pleasuring them every way they could. I watched in awe as Hannah, without any prompting got down between my husband's legs and pushed her tongue into his asshole while Debbie took his cock in her mouth.
When the men finished my mother, Beth and I joined them on the floor.
Her name was charlie. She was beautiful. Long Platinum blond hair that would come down to the top of her ass cheeks, that had a nice waving pattern to it. Her tits were mostly developed in-between an A an B. She was around 5 foot 2. She wore 3-5 inch heels to make her taller and her ass pop out. She wore the hottest fucking schoolgirl skirts that gave everyone in school a boner.
I was in 1 class with charlie and she was perfect. Not only was she fucking hott, she had a nice brain on her shoulder to match. I was 15, Charlie was a little older by couple months. Both going to a christian private school in Florida.
I'm an average guy and no way did I ever think I would get this girl to sleep with me. Why would she? She was popular, smart, hott as fuck. I was a loner, nerdy, and only the fatties would hit on me.
Instead of being a secret admirer/stalker, I would just not care about her when I was in school. I was in Geometry with her and sat a couple chairs behind her, in the back row. I would catch her flipping her hair and looking at me. (Thinking she was looking at someone behind me).
Then eventually we had a class project to work on and had assigned groups and I got assigned to her group, I didn't know what to think. Whether that was a good or bad thing. Should I act smart or should I not even help with the project.
Eventually the group all of a sudden asked where everyone lived, to meet-up and such. I lived the 2nd closest on the River. My parents are Uber-Rich. Then again they are the biggest douche's at the same time. Multi-Million dollar house with nothing cool in it at all. A fucking 20" CRT TV.
Anyway Charlie and the rest of the group came to my house and all of a sudden there mouths dropped. Charlie was like omfg how come you never told anyone you have a fucking mansion? I told her I didn't want to be popular because of money or my parents. I wanted to earn being popular, if that were the case. But I didn't care about being popular nor talking to most people at the school that don't think for themselves.
A couple weeks later after the BS spread of me being rich and loads of other Bullshit. All of a sudden everyone wanted to talk to me or hangout. I was like goddammit I don't care about any of you guys, suck my dick. Later on I just needed to vent so I called charlie (I got her # from the group # list). I told her that I didn't really like anyone and the only person I thought was different was her.
Instead of meeting at my house we went out to my brothers condo that was down on the beach, he was out-of-town and had giving me his key to his condo and told me I could bang bitches at his place if i needed too. My brother is ridiculously cool.
It was a School night, in the middle of the week on Wednesday. Around 6pm She came over. I just told her to meet me on the beach and we would hangout. I said "nothing" about my brothers condo. We hungout on the beach and talked shit. It wasn't tanning weather but it was warm. We went out on the pier and just walked around. Then as we watched the sunset together I told her that I think I really liked her more than anyone that Ive met in my life.
I kissed her and she kissed me back. We just kissed each other, no tongues. Just passionate non-french kissing. I stopped for awhile and just rubbed her back and hair while she was laying in my lap. The world was perfect and I was the happiest I have ever felt in my life at that moment. She told me that she was falling for me too and that she wouldnt mind dating me.
Then we went out to eat. I drove by myself (yes at 15 with a workers-permit) heh. It was just a POS caprice classic that was blue. I called it blue balls. I had the niggerish bass With a decent alpine head unit. Along with 4 polk audio 12's wired to 2 1500 watt amps, with an extra deep cycle trunk battery, that I all installed myself. I put some dynomat in the trunk and my license plate, I just hate bass that sounds like crushing a tin can.
Charlie loved it... It made her squeal. Which gave me a boner, just seeing how awesome this chick was.
Other than a POS 3,000 car with half the price of the car put in to audio equipment, I loved my car. It was reliable, fast, and comfortable. The front had a nice bench seat so my new Girlfriend could snuggle in next to me. Reality got put back into check with her smooth silky pure white hand on my bare leg. Her cute little glances at me and her perky little voice telling me about what she was in the mood for. I want some meat she said, I chuckled. I told her that it is a little soon for that. She laughed. And then smiled at me and said "that's what you think"
I decided on going to Longhorn's, I want a nice big juicy flo's fillet with a creamy potato and firecracker appetizer. I remember that night, going to your first dinner with a girlfriend. OMG was she hott. You remember that girl of "American Beauty" well take that blond girls body and give it some bigger tits and a even nicer ass and a super hott face.
Holy fuck did this make a boring Wednesday fucking awesome. Hot little 15yr old ass wiggling up next to me in our booth. I wanted to take in everything nice and slow, but yet also fuck the shit out of her just so I can feel her tight pussy without ever loosing it.
Anyway dinner was nice we finished up and I took her back to the beach for a nice little walk. She got dropped off by her older sister, so I didnt need to worry about her wanting to go home. I told her she better have a swimming suit in her bag, because we are going in the hot tub. She laughed and told me are you serious?
I told her we needed to do something unique and fun to celebrate us meeting each other. And a nice hot tub bath would be wonderful with her. I eventually talked her into it and she undressed into her bra and panties.
After a little making out, this time with tongue was hotter than ever. Her nipples got aroused which I could clearly see. She was sitting on my lap and I started getting hard. She told me that she thinks my little guy wants to play with her too, I lol'ed. I said "little" haha maybe one day you will see how "little" it is. She teased me and said I have a lot more work to do before that. Joking about how there needs to be at least 10 more dinners, she has to meet my parents. etc etc.
Anyway she said that she told her sister/parents she was out studying with her friends. So she could stay out all night and just come to school with me in the morning. Little did she know about my Bro's apartment. Anyway I asked her if she wanted to stay on the beach with me all night.
Then I was like follow me, I have a cool little place I go too. She followed me to the door of the condo and I opened it. She was like OMFG r u serious??? Why didnt you tell me about this shit before. I'm like suprise haha. Anyway My brother has a pretty kick-ass projector and a bad-ass gsxr 1000 he keeps in his living room. He does some motoprix racing and works on cars, etc. His condo was probably 1200-1400 a month. So it was pretty bad ass.
She ran around looking at the bedroom and kitchen and the view from the balcony. She was like damnnnn this is your brothers place. Im like yeah he is cool, he is out of town so its all to ourselves for the week. She was telling me about how we should skip school. Even though she was getting all A's and so was I. Then we both realized we had a exam in geography on thurs anyway.
I planned out the rest of the night/day with her. Told her that I would take her to school and we would both ace the exam. I asked her if we should go to lunch together or just act like a couple in general, or did she want to keep it a secret? Anyway she told me she should eat with her friends and definitely sit behind her in geography.
Anyway I told her we could watch a movie. We ended up watching scary movie 3. Then just fooling around on the sofa. This time I got some boob rubbing, tongue in mouth action. YEAH!!
I made her some popcorn and a white russian 1/4 of the way through the movie. Then our interest was not on the movie so i turned it off. We sat in pitch black on the sofa making out and feeling her up. I started getting really hard. I took off her clothes down to just her panties. I was fully naked now. She didnt realize I was naked until she went to feel my leg and grazed my dick. She felt it and was like omg your naked? What R U doing? I told her tonight was perfect. She was like I don't want to have sex with you yet.
I was in control. I went down and smelled her warm shaved pussy. God was it good. I started teasing her inner thighs and pussy lips with my tongue, clearly avoiding her clit. Then all of a sudden she blurts " I'm a virgin"
Shit, I was like I thought you had been with other guys before. She said that she planned on me being her first and now she having her doubts because of me rushing into it. I told her to SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'M A VIRGIN TOO ITS NOT A BIG DEAL. At this point I had 2 fingers deep in her pussy, she didnt have a hymen though. Must have broken it horseback riding or something.
I told her to SUCK MY COCK NOW!! get me wet so it doesn't hurt you. I told her that I'm loosing my VIRGINITY too you KNOW!. I can't wait any longer. I'm sorry BUT I HAVE TOO.
She pleaded with me to stop, PLEASE STOP I'M NOT READY. WHAT HAPPENS IF I GET PREGNANT, IM NOT ON BIRTH CONTROL. DO YOU HAVE ANY CONDOMS?
I told her so what if she gets pregnant. I dont plan on you getting pregnant, but CONDOMS R GOING TO HURT YOU MORE!. THEN I RAMMED THE TIP OF MY DICK INSIDE HER SWEET PUSSY.
CHARLIE yelped OMG NO, IT HURTS TOO BAD. YOUR NOT MY BF ANYMORE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?
I told her to shut up and it would start feeling good. I guess she did have a hymen because there was blood dripping out of her pussy mixed with alot of her juices. She was so fucking tight. Even being fully hard and just the tip inside she was squirming and squeezing so tight that my dick was literally being squeezed out of her pussy. We fucked for about 10 mins.
She told me this was rape because she didnt want it. I convinced her this is how people have sex the 1st time. It feels really bad for the woman, then you start to like it. I told her she just needs to wait. Your in pain right now and not thinking straight. O BTW i blew my load on her chest/tits. Not in her mouth. I figured she would flip shit from that.
Anyway I knew in the back of my mind that this was RAPE, wasn't it? She clearly told me NO and SCREAMED against it. I still continued to fuck her.
Then a couple hours of no talking, just sobbing and telling me how could I ruin this perfect relationship, how everything could have gone slow and been sexy. I told her that I didnt want to ever loose her and I did want to be her 1st no matter what. Equally wanting her to be my 1st.
We slept together, I told her she shouldnt leave and I didnt want to hurt her or loose her. I told her I HAD to do it. She eventually went to sleep sobbing, mascara dripping down her face like melted wax coming down a candle. Guilt started to sink in and I started to feel bad.
I figured she is just going to leave me and report this to the police and then my parents will disown me and i'll go to jail.
Then about 4am she woke up and told me she had the nicest dream she had ever had before. She told me how she envisioned marrying me and having kids with me. She told me that maybe we should start slow again and keep this our secret. I agreed and we just made out the rest of the night. I told her that I truly had big feelings for her. and I was an asshole for forcing sex on her etc.
If she never had that dream, would I be in jail right now?
Anyway I'm 21 now, me and Charlie have been married since we were 18. We got married on the beach the same spot we kissed for the 1st time. She got pregnant when she was 19 and now I have a sexy little baby girl that's 2yrs old right now.
She looks like she is going to take after her mom way too much. Lately Ive just been thinking about how wonderful it is going to be watching my daughter grow up and turn sexy just like my wife. My wife is still hott and everything but I can't wait tell theres 2 of them wiggling there ass in front of me while I come home from work and sit down to the TV.
I just can't get this day out of my head. Neither can I get rid of thoughts for my wife when she was a sexy 15yr old. or just sexy 15yr olds in general. God I wish I could re-live every moment of that day.
Just FYI, her pussy is not nearly as tight as it was and her sex drive has gone down tenfold.
I know I'm fucked up in the head. But I hope one day I can re-live this moment with my own 15yr old daughter, when she grows up.
Any Fathers out there that have the same thoughts I do?
I'm sorry about not having any pictures up. I know your going to probably tell me im full of shit and BS. But honestly 100% no lies. I may not remember exactly everything from that day. It may/ or may not have been rape. But please dont spam BS when every word of it is true.
But Did I rape my wife??? Sometimes when I have sex with my wife I tell her about our first time having sex and how wet she got and how I loved her virgin pussy (just to get her more aroused)and Sometimes she likes it.... Other time's she just starts to cry? WTF is with this shit? It's almost 50/50 to make her more aroused or to start crying.... Is it not good to bring up/ does that mean she still feels hurt by it, im guesssing?
Anyway my wife and I got a nice sony DSLR and camcorder, to record our daughters memories. Im sure i'll post some good pics of her while she grows up. May have to blur the face out though. (privacy concerns)
Hope Charlie never finds out about my daughter fetish. Or maybe she would understand me. I don't know how that would play out.
whats the ideal age of girls that you like pictures of? I like 10 and above myself
Definitely love those stickam vids of preteens bating.... mmmmm
This is my 1st post- I'm fairly new to this site. only have been checking out vids/pics for a week now. I only can do it at night while the wife is sleeping.
anyway i have about 50 Gigs of recorded stickam vids myself and can't wait to share with you
-blue balls
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