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Katie wanted me to bend over. Bend over, so my asshole was straight-up. She wanted me to suck my cock so that she could take pictures. Wow, Heart stopped. Briefly, but it stopped. I had thought that I was the glib one, the smooth-talking seducer, but I had no words. Katie filled in space: ''Tom, I'm happy to suck your dick, I want to. Do you have a problem with it? You don't have to fuck your mouth exactly, or cum all over yourself. I want to take a few pictures so that I can make a few sketches. You look like you are thin enough to bend over and do that. Girls and women put dicks in their mou… Read more

My mom wasn't about to miss out on this carnival ride, and neither was little Sylvia. Neither was her friend, Judy, soon to arrive, with the double-headed dildo and some other toys! But little Rachel was in the room. She had Asperger's before there was a word for it that wasn't ''Áutism.'' Rachel was a lot more than a mentally disturbed girl She may have been that, but she was possibly the piano genius of the century. People who heard her play when she was four and five compared her to the young Horowitz. So much brilliance and fire from a person so small. Rachel knew what was happening downst… Read more

While my mom was calling Cecil, I was calling my friend Judy. Judy was many other men and women if we could arrange it. If I weren't fifteen, I probably would not have called her. But I knew that I was about to be in the middle of a sex party, something I hadn't entirely done before, and I knew she would love it. She was ready to back out when I told her who the other people were: "Your mom? Holy shit, Sylvia!" So I told about Cecil and how gorgeous he was, and I told her I was going to fuck him if I got a chance. I told her she might want to be there. This guy was about thirty-five. The idea… Read more

Silkie tells her friend Tom about sex with her mother, years after it happened. Sylvia is over eighteen when she tells the story as if that changes anything since it's all fiction anyway! When mom got going down there, it wasn't about any stupid dick at all. It was about making me feel so good, so wet and wiggly and sexy. "Baby, can I lick your ass?" By this point, if she had said "Can I lick your ass with a flamethrower?" I would have said:'"Sure. mom, fuckin' do it..." She got me to act so sluttily and dirty, right in front of her, right with her. Even though I became distraught later on by… Read more

''That's when the thing started where I fucked my mom. And her boyfriend. And Judy. And Rachel. That is pretty personal, and I don't want to tell that story now. Maybe some other time." "That was insane. I think it was the time when I lost my mom. I thought it was going to be forever. My dad, too, when he found out, threw mom out of the house. It's for sure the point in my life when I started fucking everyone I knew and thought about whoring. Because, why not? I was the sluttiest little skank in the world. I fucked my sister. I fucked my mom at the same fucking time. And I liked it. Fuck no, I… Read more

Later on that summer, I blew the drummer who played with my mom when she was singing. He was thirty, at least. Oh my god, Tom, I'm glad my mom never found out about that. I think she would have killed him, like shot in the face killed him. You have never met her, but mom has been playing and working in nightclubs since she was a teenager, she has a permit for a gun and carries one. She knows how to use it, too. I went to one of her shows, and she had to leave the club for something between sets and Cecil Faye, this gorgeous black man, her drummer, was supposed to to "babysit" me till she got b… Read more

'This thing between my mom and me happened before I turned sixteen. " "One of the things that I loved to do when I was five or six or seven was to sneak upstairs, listen for those lovemaking sounds my parents made. I think they must have fucked every night and sometimes during the day! I didn't know what the commotion they made meant, but I had had a few sex talks with mom. I thought there might be something like that going on. The thought I had at the time was that they "sounded so delicious." My mom was a woman who liked sex. I think she wanted to fuck my dad more than most women who have be… Read more

In the summer of 1969, I hitch-hiked from Laramie to Michigan to visit my parents at their summer home on an island in Lake Huron, a place my brother lives now.and went on a" double date" with him and his soon to be bride and a sweet and earnest young Christian woman who was a counselor at the 4-H camp next to my parent's "farm." Katie and my mom were friends. She was at their house a lot. My mom was often there by herself, and my dad was working in Detroit and Ottowa, He would come up on weekends to putter around, get drunk. During the week, Katie was my mom's friend and companion and helped… Read more

''Äre you professional sex girls''?"No, we are just out having fun today. Sylvia is my girlfriend, but we both like boys, too, but not so much for boyfriends, do you know what I mean?" Gretchen looked at Judy seriously. It was hot in that changing room, and our bodies were close together. Judy was over three hundred pounds, and Gretchen must have been 200, at least. Judy had taken her hand out of my panties, but it was still resting there. By this time, my pussy was so wet and sensitive. I had started panting and puffing, and it was tough for me to put on the brakes and stop. I had been having… Read more

Sylvia wrecks her Girl Scout uniform Before Judy and I left ''Ranger Books'' I threw the Girl Scout uniform away. It was a mess. There was no way I could wear it out of there for five minutes, let alone for that long bus ride across Los Angeles, with the two bus transfers.No way in the world to my voice lesson! Nobody bothered us on the way down, but that cum covered dark green cotton reeking thing would get us both an afternoon with c***d Protective Services, the very last thing we needed. I borrowed a long coat from the store owner. He was a little guy with glasses who was hoping to get fuck… Read more

Before Judy and I left ''Ranger Books'' I threw the Girl Scout uniform away. It was a mess. There was no way I could wear it out of there for five minutes, let alone for that long bus ride across Los Angeles, with the two bus transfers.No way in the world to my voice lesson! Nobody bothered us on the way down, but that cum covered dark green cotton reeking thing would get us both an afternoon with c***d Protective Services, the very last thing we needed. I borrowed a long coat from the store owner. He was a little guy with glasses who was hoping to get fucked and blown and everything else, but… Read more

Before Judy and I left ''Ranger Books'' I threw the Girl Scout uniform away. It was a mess. There was no way I could wear it out of there for five minutes, let alone for that long bus ride across Los Angeles, with the two bus transfers.No way in the world to my voice lesson! Nobody bothered us on the way down, but that cum covered dark green cotton reeking thing would get us both an afternoon with c***d Protective Services, the very last thing we needed. I borrowed a long coat from the store owner. He was a little guy with glasses who was hoping to get fucked and blown and everything else, but… Read more

We had a few more afternoons with Miguel that summer. I liked to think of myself as quite the wild girl, along with Judy Chavez, my chunky friend from Panama. After my experience with butt sex with him, I decided that I had proven myself to be every bit the complete woman that Judy was, that it wasn't so necessary to have Miguel's giant penis inhabit my backside. Judy seemed to have a real appetite for having Manuel drive that big boy right up her behind, but for me, the memory of one afternoon was enough to hold me for a while. I did lots of other things, and I didn't want to be outdone by… Read more

We made sure the owner and customers saw us before we disappeared into the back room. This room had more light, more comfortable places to sit, and porn magazines and pictures to look at. There were some men there, flipping through the magazines. I guess they were the guys who we were going to blow, getting themselves hard. Judy was friendly and talking to them. After a while, the lights went dim, some bad jazz came on, and Judy snuggled up to me. We started making out. I was in my green and yellow uniform. Things weren't horny for me yet, just weird, but I knew they would get that way pretty… Read more

I just wanted to do Michael the way we had been doing it, me giving him a blowjob or a handjob so that he could cum fast, something sexy that I could think up to do with his cum to get him turned on, and, when he bounced back, get on my back, get him between my legs, and just have him ride my little pussy as long as he wanted. I e with him, but I loved him and loved fucking him. Is that weird? But today was different. He was on top of me, and I kept having pictures of him and Al trading places while they were fucking my ass and my pussy. I had pictures of Michael fucking Rosalie while I rode h… Read more

"All the women in my family in Somalia have had their clitorises destroyed, Sylvia." I was in shock. In my sheltered life, I had never heard of anything like this. "Yes, I would be mutilated there. Every woman and girl where I was born had to go through a ceremony after their first period where their ability to have sexual pleasure was destroyed. The religious people ran everything, and they hated the idea that a woman might enjoy sex. This is real, Sylvia, I'm not making it up. I don't know quite what to do with this white family that raised me, gave me a home, an education and so many thin… Read more