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My husband, Ted, and I decided to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary with a trip to Jamaica. We arrived at our beach-front hotel late on a Sunday with a departure date of the next Saturday.

Early Monday morning we went for a quick swim before breakfast. After our breakfast we returned to our room for a bit of sex before returning to the beach.

Once in our room we both got naked very quickly. Ted started to hug me and I could feel his penis getting hard. As he pushed me on to the bed, we were interrupted by a knock on the door. I told Ted to ignore the knock as we were already naked and I was really in the mood for sex. He thought it best to answer the door to make sure we would not be further bothered.

When Ted opened the door, just a crack, someone pushed the door wide open, and two young black boys rushed in. Ted knocked the one boy down but the other boy hit him in the back of the head with a bottle. The boy that Ted knocked down jumped on the bed and held a knife to my throat while the other boy tied up and gaged Ted.

I was terrified and thought it was a robbery. That may have been the initial intent but when the boys saw my naked body they decided to take advantage of the opportunity.

One of the boys stuffed a hanky in my mouth and they then proceeded to remove their clothes. I tried but couldn't avert my eyes as they lowered their shorts. Although I didn't think either boy could be older than 15 or 16 years old, I was shocked at the size of their penis's. Now I had been with a few men before Ted, and I didn't think Ted was any smaller, but both of these boys were much bigger. One boy appeared to be about 7" soft and the other at least 8" soft.

They didn't stay soft for long once they started to fondle my tits and suck on my nipples. I have always had very large, sensitive nipples, and my painful moaning obviously sent the wrong signal.

As one boy continued to attack my nipples, the other one started to explore my private area. I don't shave but my clit is pronounced and wasn't difficult for him to find. He then proceeded to tongue my clit.

Just then Ted regained his senses and started to stare at the bed. He was making noise but couldn't be easily heard due to the gag.

The attack on my nipples and clit continued for several minutes. Then my attackers took turns at my vagina with their now stiff pricks. Both appeared to be at least 9" erect. I thought I was being torn apart when the first boy violated me. Thankfully, he finished very quickly. I wasn't so lucky with the second boy. Again I thought I was being torn apart, But this assault lasted for at least 10 minutes. I am ashamed to admit that by the time the second boy was starting to cum, I was nearing an orgasm.

After the attack ended and the boys left, I untied Ted and we called the police. Unfortunately, the boys were never arrested. Needless to say, Ted and I never returned to Jamaica.

  • What is the percent of women who love to suck dick? I know some women love it and must

    suck a dick each and every day of the year. A woman who truly enjoys sucking a dick of

    all kind is a blessing. I use to have a girlfriend in Philadelphia Pa. yes her love

    was sucking my black dick, she lives for sucking very slow. She would start very slow

    and enjoy it like it was her last dick to suck. The question is this. Why do some women

    some of you women love it so much, while other women won,t suck it all. iS IT the smell

    of a male dick ( i hope he is clean, I know mine was very clean ) She wasn't sucking my

    dick, she was making love to it. She would have orgasms from sucking and talk nasty while

    do it. She would eat my cum like it was honey, all of it and drain my balls. Sure do miss

    having someone like that now. So, ladies, I would like to have your input on this

    subject. Just for fun, whoever gives the best answer would win with me licking your pussy

    dry.



    In my late thirties, divorced and without a quotable man around, I hired an 'escort'. He was bisexual if not gay, metrosexual, pretty in a sick way, his gym toned body a total turn off. I turned him away. Why in my mind I was expecting my ex I don't know. 45, beer gut, balding, obstinate, overbearing, self centered and into self gratification using my body and not his hand.

    I called my ex, apologized for the hour, told him what I had done, asked him to forgive me and if I could go see him. The sex was not improved, deja vu all over again, but comforting in a way I didn't expect. I slept with him and we had breakfast together.

    We are now 'fuck buddies', same old same old. Unlike some pretty boy on the clock, I can cuddle up and spend the night.

  • During my junior year in college I spent a semester in Rome. It was nice in a whole lot of ways but it was also lonely. The roommates I had were both British and we did not get along all that well. So one weekend I decided to go out on my own and took the train to Florence. My first time out, I had my guide book and I had decided on what it was that I should see. I walked around and bumped into the same guy several times. Walking past the Statue of David he approached me and asked my name, he was Italian and a student and gave his name as Paulo.

    He more or less rushed me and sat me down at this small café and ordered a coffee for both of us and while I wasn't looking, just like that he grabbed my purse and ran. My money, passport, my credit card were all in my purse and my ticked back to Rome. About half a block away as he ran a tourist stuck his arm out and knocked him down and when he tried to get up he pushed his head and knocked him out. I got my purse back and couldn't stop myself from crying.

    I thanked him and went back to the station and went back to Rome, scared. My roommates said it happened because I had gone alone. My family in the States told me to come home. I packed and left the program and headed back to the States where I finished college and teach fourth grade in my old elementary school.

    I don't trust men, if I have to get close I seize up. No amount of talking changes the way I feel. I know a man stopped the thief, but the man thief got my purse. I don't trust Grandpas, or college men, or taxi drivers. I spend all my time working out how to get around, how to avoid being around men. I dream about getting r**ed in the middle of the night. I go to work and I always wear a large menstruation pad which if not real I stain in case some man wants to take my pants off he will think I am on my period. I 'feel' men walking behind me and I harden up inside waiting for the hit on the head and being dragged off into a corner. I know I am going to get r**ed, I just don't know where.

    I would like to get a women insight on questions, please. Here are the questions.

    What sexual positions gets you going and why. Do you talk nasty during sex. Now that

    summer time is here do you show more of yourself like wearing a short top or short

    dress. Are you forceful during sex, like i want it now and not later.

  • I'm a 32 year old Mormon housewife. I wasn't Mormon growing up. After I met my husband I converted. My life as a housewife is the best thing that I have done for myself. The kids come with the job. Respecting and obeying your husband comes with the job. Mormon men are not scared of putting their foot down and running their home and family. Maybe my grandfather did that, my father never did and no one in my pre Mormon life ever made me believe they were man enough for me.