Straight Female / 47
Our Fathers Two
Though I understood there was no way I was going to get that entire dick in my mouth, I damn sure tried! If you've ever been in a position where you couldn't deny it was you doing something, but you can't believe it's really you. Nevertheless, though it's almost like you're outside of yourself watching you do this thing. You decide to go for broke and just get nasty with it, if so you're in the neighborhood of where I was mentally. I tried to suck the color of his meat, damn did it taste good!
Mind you dick sucking was not my thing; but that changed in an instant. I sucked his dick and his nuts for all I was worth. It was like I was on auto-pilot; but what was more fascinating to me is that I loved the hell out of it. It was all about feeding my craving. Think of a starved animal feasting on that which it was created to hunt and devour. For the first time in my life I felt like a legitimate whore, but rather than shame I could not have felt more proud.
He allowed me to do it my way just long enough to make sure I was enjoying myself. Then I felt hands grip and lock my head as he suddenly started to thrust what felt like the entirety of his dick down my throat! His hips began to pump violently as he force feed me my meal. As he rapidly screwed my face with power and content I tried to no avail to pull away. Naturally I choked and gagged until I was sure I was going to puke; but I was hooked, not to mention locked in. Something inside me wanted to please him, no matter the cost, even if it meant choking on that wonderful dick.
In all fairness to him he only feed me a few quick short deep thrust and then pulled out. I was then laid back on to the carpet as he spread my legs over his shoulders. Though I was still as wet as a flooded over lake; I lie not. As the fat oversized head of his dick started to find its way in me, I screamed homicidal murder. It felt like somebody attempting to force a square peg into a round hole, for real! The more dick he got into me the louder I yelled. I must have scared him some because he caringly asked if I wanted him to stop.
Without repeating the un-lady like answer I gave in exact words, I requested he keep pushing. I'd come too far, waiting too long, for that moment in time to come to pass. There was no damn way in hell was I going to stop then. There were genuine tears in my eyes and it felt like somebody had rammed a fully matured oak tree, roots and all between my legs. But the wondrous instant came when every inch was balls deep in my pussy! I had more dick in me that the average woman dare to even dream of, damn I was proud of me!
He remained still as if to allow me to adjust to him. Though it was my first time dealing with something like that, I have to tell you. For this woman there is no other feeling on earth to compare with the feeling of a full and stretched pussy. It felt as if I could feel the head touching my rib cage, damn was it glorious. Pain had never felt so breathtaking, and trust me it truly took my breath away.
Spontaneously I began to innately pump my hips slowly into the object of my desire. As I started to increase my pace, the feeling was so mind-blowing. I started to moan, quiver and cum all over his dick and he still and not moved. I can't say he knew that was going to happen; but it almost seems like it. As soon as I did that he went to work. Pushing my knees up to my ears he laid into me with alarming force. His strokes were deep and spleen shattering.
He began to talk to me while he pounded my pussy with savage determination. In summation, referring to me as "Cuz", he would tell me how tight and good my pussy was, how he has wanted for so long to fuck me, how he wanted to bust his nutts in my mouth, pussy and hopefully someday my ass…etc. All of which was validating music to my ears; because I too had waiting and wanted for the almost the exact same thing. (I'll explain that in a minute.) It felt so relieving to know I wasn't imagining it all. Or that I something was wrong with me for feeling as I did towards a family member.
All the more with those words and every confirming thrust he liberated every ounce of inhibition I've ever known. For lack of a nicer way of stating it, I completely released the whore within. Bucking and slinging my pussy back trying to give it to him as hard as he was dicking it, I let him know. He was not alone in his thinking and to please don't ever stop fucking me! I told him that this pussy was his to fuck, to pound, all he wanted too! Uncharacteristically, I was inspired as I heard myself urging and yet again begging him to fuck me; but only this time I did it with conviction and screamed for him to bang the shit out of me even harder….harderâ€&br vbar;and harder..
Soon I was on all fours and being plowed into from behind. Forgive the French but I was a bitch in heat and praised him for fucking me like a dog ready to be bred! From that angle there were no restrictions. (Let's keep it real we're both in our fifties, and though in decent shape for our ages…the six packs are long gone.) He bashed, battered, and pummeled my poor pussy so deep and so hard, it felt like he was going to rip my insides apart. But for the first time in my life I honestly understood what it meant to be "FUCKED!"
As big as that dick was and as filled as my pussy was I can vividly remember. him swelling, spreading me even wider and grunting like a wounded bear; before I felt the forceful heat of him finally busting his nut, the family seed, if you dare; guts deep inside my pussy! After the first couple of short powerful squirts, I too started to experience an indescribable but thunderous orgasm. Again my knees abandon me as I collapsed belly down and may "HE" be my witness and my executioner if I'm lying; but once my cousin. Started blasting and coating my walls with his final wicked gusher of cum; my damn broke as well! I, one who had never had a squirting type of sexual orgasm before that day. Found myself, again for lack of a better way of expressing it. Face down on the floor shaking and trembling convulsively, crying/whining/moaning (whatever) with both his and my cum erupting out of my pussy.
I thank you for allowing me to share my story. I stopped here because I didn't necessarily write it to promote certain sick or twisted minds. More than anything I shared it because today I am aware that there are others out there like me. Who may feel guilty or ashamed because they have and let's again keep it real, sexual feelings for a close member of their family. The word "INCEST" is a negative label which generalizes individual situations/circumstances into one lump group of so-called perverts. Though I will agree some go too far whatever that means to you; that's what it means.
No society at least not our anyway, won't ever accept it; nor will many in our respective families. But sometimes we just can't help whom we want to fuck, or whom we want to fuck us; can we? I could go on but my point is this…I've been attracted to this cousin long before I knew or understood what sex was and apparently the feeling was mutual. So whose fault is that? True there is a genuine love between us, of course, we're family. Family who happens to have wanted to fuck each other for forty plus years; but never acted on it, because of ingrained teachings and societal norms, until the day spoken of in this writing.
We have no regrets whatsoever and today we still fuck like beast in heat and as far as our story goes; and that I promised to explain. It didn't all take place that trip, but he has and continues to fuck and nutt in; and on me, whenever and wherever he wants. Before him dick up my ass was non-negotiable. It wasn't going to happen period, never say never uh and yes, I love it! Oh yes, I swallow to now gluttony. Sorry I got away from my point.
The man not only has 11 inches of dick, he knows how to use it too! Now should I stop fucking him because he's my first cousin? Good dick will make you do shit that wouldn't normally cross your mind. Trust me I'm a witness, and so is my daughter, she caught us and things changed for the better. But that too is another story…let's just say between the 3 of us….It's a FAMILY THANG!
Though I understood there was no way I was going to get that entire dick in my mouth, I damn sure tried! If you've ever been in a position where you couldn't deny it was you doing something, but you can't believe it's really you. Nevertheless, though it's almost like you're outside of yourself watching you do this thing. You decide to go for broke and just get nasty with it, if so you're in the neighborhood of where I was mentally. I tried to suck the color of his meat, damn did it taste good!
Mind you dick sucking was not my thing; but that changed in an instant. I sucked his dick and his nuts for all I was worth. It was like I was on auto-pilot; but what was more fascinating to me is that I loved the hell out of it. It was all about feeding my craving. Think of a starved animal feasting on that which it was created to hunt and devour. For the first time in my life I felt like a legitimate whore, but rather than shame I could not have felt more proud.
He allowed me to do it my way just long enough to make sure I was enjoying myself. Then I felt hands grip and lock my head as he suddenly started to thrust what felt like the entirety of his dick down my throat! His hips began to pump violently as he force feed me my meal. As he rapidly screwed my face with power and content I tried to no avail to pull away. Naturally I choked and gagged until I was sure I was going to puke; but I was hooked, not to mention locked in. Something inside me wanted to please him, no matter the cost, even if it meant choking on that wonderful dick.
In all fairness to him he only feed me a few quick short deep thrust and then pulled out. I was then laid back on to the carpet as he spread my legs over his shoulders. Though I was still as wet as a flooded over lake; I lie not. As the fat oversized head of his dick started to find its way in me, I screamed homicidal murder. It felt like somebody attempting to force a square peg into a round hole, for real! The more dick he got into me the louder I yelled. I must have scared him some because he caringly asked if I wanted him to stop.
Without repeating the un-lady like answer I gave in exact words, I requested he keep pushing. I'd come too far, waiting too long, for that moment in time to come to pass. There was no damn way in hell was I going to stop then. There were genuine tears in my eyes and it felt like somebody had rammed a fully matured oak tree, roots and all between my legs. But the wondrous instant came when every inch was balls deep in my pussy! I had more dick in me that the average woman dare to even dream of, damn I was proud of me!
He remained still as if to allow me to adjust to him. Though it was my first time dealing with something like that, I have to tell you. For this woman there is no other feeling on earth to compare with the feeling of a full and stretched pussy. It felt as if I could feel the head touching my rib cage, damn was it glorious. Pain had never felt so breathtaking, and trust me it truly took my breath away.
Spontaneously I began to innately pump my hips slowly into the object of my desire. As I started to increase my pace, the feeling was so mind-blowing. I started to moan, quiver and cum all over his dick and he still and not moved. I can't say he knew that was going to happen; but it almost seems like it. As soon as I did that he went to work. Pushing my knees up to my ears he laid into me with alarming force. His strokes were deep and spleen shattering.
He began to talk to me while he pounded my pussy with savage determination. In summation, referring to me as "Cuz", he would tell me how tight and good my pussy was, how he has wanted for so long to fuck me, how he wanted to bust his nutts in my mouth, pussy and hopefully someday my ass…etc. All of which was validating music to my ears; because I too had waiting and wanted for the almost the exact same thing. (I'll explain that in a minute.) It felt so relieving to know I wasn't imagining it all. Or that I something was wrong with me for feeling as I did towards a family member.
All the more with those words and every confirming thrust he liberated every ounce of inhibition I've ever known. For lack of a nicer way of stating it, I completely released the whore within. Bucking and slinging my pussy back trying to give it to him as hard as he was dicking it, I let him know. He was not alone in his thinking and to please don't ever stop fucking me! I told him that this pussy was his to fuck, to pound, all he wanted too! Uncharacteristically, I was inspired as I heard myself urging and yet again begging him to fuck me; but only this time I did it with conviction and screamed for him to bang the shit out of me even harder….harderâ€&br vbar;and harder..
Soon I was on all fours and being plowed into from behind. Forgive the French but I was a bitch in heat and praised him for fucking me like a dog ready to be bred! From that angle there were no restrictions. (Let's keep it real we're both in our fifties, and though in decent shape for our ages…the six packs are long gone.) He bashed, battered, and pummeled my poor pussy so deep and so hard, it felt like he was going to rip my insides apart. But for the first time in my life I honestly understood what it meant to be "FUCKED!"
As big as that dick was and as filled as my pussy was I can vividly remember. him swelling, spreading me even wider and grunting like a wounded bear; before I felt the forceful heat of him finally busting his nut, the family seed, if you dare; guts deep inside my pussy! After the first couple of short powerful squirts, I too started to experience an indescribable but thunderous orgasm. Again my knees abandon me as I collapsed belly down and may "HE" be my witness and my executioner if I'm lying; but once my cousin. Started blasting and coating my walls with his final wicked gusher of cum; my damn broke as well! I, one who had never had a squirting type of sexual orgasm before that day. Found myself, again for lack of a better way of expressing it. Face down on the floor shaking and trembling convulsively, crying/whining/moaning (whatever) with both his and my cum erupting out of my pussy.
I thank you for allowing me to share my story. I stopped here because I didn't necessarily write it to promote certain sick or twisted minds. More than anything I shared it because today I am aware that there are others out there like me. Who may feel guilty or ashamed because they have and let's again keep it real, sexual feelings for a close member of their family. The word "INCEST" is a negative label which generalizes individual situations/circumstances into one lump group of so-called perverts. Though I will agree some go too far whatever that means to you; that's what it means.
No society at least not our anyway, won't ever accept it; nor will many in our respective families. But sometimes we just can't help whom we want to fuck, or whom we want to fuck us; can we? I could go on but my point is this…I've been attracted to this cousin long before I knew or understood what sex was and apparently the feeling was mutual. So whose fault is that? True there is a genuine love between us, of course, we're family. Family who happens to have wanted to fuck each other for forty plus years; but never acted on it, because of ingrained teachings and societal norms, until the day spoken of in this writing.
We have no regrets whatsoever and today we still fuck like beast in heat and as far as our story goes; and that I promised to explain. It didn't all take place that trip, but he has and continues to fuck and nutt in; and on me, whenever and wherever he wants. Before him dick up my ass was non-negotiable. It wasn't going to happen period, never say never uh and yes, I love it! Oh yes, I swallow to now gluttony. Sorry I got away from my point.
The man not only has 11 inches of dick, he knows how to use it too! Now should I stop fucking him because he's my first cousin? Good dick will make you do shit that wouldn't normally cross your mind. Trust me I'm a witness, and so is my daughter, she caught us and things changed for the better. But that too is another story…let's just say between the 3 of us….It's a FAMILY THANG!
