a truth - Page 109 of 2320

Most Viewed This Month

The oven will be overflowing with creampies tonight. Always love when that’s on the dessert menu.

My s** coach had agreed to breed my ex wife as part of her emerging fantasies. It came from her desire to watch me orally please a man in person but during the FWB times with ex wife she expressed all the things she wanted. When he agreed to consider allowing her to be part of things he had us meet with him so he could decide if he was interested. He was not acting as a dominant in any of this he just wanted to make his position clear. He told her what i already knew, that he was reluctant to include her because he did not cheat on his wife with other women, he felt it was too complicated versus his typical visits to my mouth a few times a month. He came over and sat down with us and made himself clear that this was most likely a one time consideration. Once he made his rules clear he was ready to decide, which meant that my ex wife had to strip so he could see her n***. She was shaking and excited with nervousness when she complied. He had her turn, bend over, expose herself. He even said that he did not find her directly appealing because she was more heavy bellied than he liked. But he had no more than said that when he told her to approach and he lifted her belly to ezpose her very thick hair between her legs and even felt her up and said he liked the specifics of what he felt and saw. He went further by admiring her modest but very elongated breasts and said he definitely liked her large long n******. Before she could even react he fondled her breasts firmly and pinched and twisted her n****** roughly. But she responded with a gasp and her knees buckled and he said he liked enough to proceed as long as she passed his final test. He wanted to see her o***** face. He simply sat there and watched as i knelt between her legs and gave her oral until she moaned and shook as she got close then he approached and again pinched twisted and even lifted her breasts by her n****** and she literally screamed as she climaxed grinding on my mouth. He told us when he would return to breed her and exactly what he expected. As soon as he left my ex wife tore at my clothes and f’d me hard and fast as she talked about not wanting to wait. Asked me what his c o c k was like and i teased her by telling her she would see for herself. She stayed while i cooked dinmer for her and spent the night exhausting me with her need for more climaxes. He had said he would return that next afternoon and as the time approached she was already dying for it. We gave him what he requested. When he walked in he came to me on my knees naked and she was bent over the arm of the sofa also n*** and had to listen but not watch as i got him ready. She was already more than ready. He stood behind her after handing me his phone and i waited at the other end of the sofa because he wanted video of her face as he mounted her. And that was her first experience with his erectiom. I of course had long known that he was of average length and actually thin girth but no adult star had ever had the ungodly huge mushroom head that he had. Usually when i was on my knees for him that enormous head was difficult to take. It is quite fascinatingly obscene in size. And i videod her face as his hands went to spread her open and with no teasing he entered her. Her face was pure shock as she felt the huge pressure and then felt his enormous head spread her as he opened her wide. She tried to say something but could only cry oh my god as she felt herself spread so wide as he slowly pushed in. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her lips got relief once that huge head was in her. He was fully in smoothly and she panted telling me she could feel the rim dragging inside her. I kept videoing her as be began to thrust slowly but determined. He leaned forward so that his hips were supported by her very plump backside so he could reach under her and tease and abuse her breasts and n******. Soon strangely enough he was groaning repeatedly about what an incredible p u s s y she had. He apologized for knowing he was about to empty into her and told me to make sure i captured her face as he did so. I kmew why because the only thing more freakishly obscene than his huge mushroom head was how massively he always ejaculated. He started griniding deep and my ex wife showed wide eyed shock as she felt him twitching in her and cried out she was feeling it as he pumped massively into her. As soon as his throbs ended he told me to join beside him and kneel and video as he pulled out of her, his stalk shrinking quickly but that enormous head still swollen. He told her not to move as he turned away and braced his hand on the small of her back to hold her in place and steady himself. He did not need to tell me what to do then, ii opened my mouth and softly suckled, tasting her on him as the last few drops of him were gently coaxed into my mouth. I lavished pleasure onto his still puffy knob with soft pursed lips, and then he pushed my head away and guided it to her. He had me make sure my mouth was locked in place over her before he reached under her again and grabbed her breasts very roughly and pulled her up and helped steady her as gravity fed me both of their fluids. She was shaking but he held her tightly as he told her not to move beccause he did not want a drop of his seed wastted. She waa sobbing from the sensations and got her climax as i devoured her, her contractions forcing a final gush of them as i gulped. Then he changed the plan he did not simply dress and leave. He bent her back over the arm of the sofa and spanked her sharply and quickly as she shrieked and began to cry real tears. When he did so to his contentment he sat down on the sofa as she remained bent over sniffling. She was in emotional shock with what she had just expereinced. He then told me we were going to the bedroom, where he had us shower as he watched. He had me wash and finger her and torment her breasts and n****** even telling me to slap them and spank her in the corner of the shower. He said he wanted her punished for having an amazing p u s s y and making him want to f*** her again. She was out of her mind a little with what she had just experienced. He took her arm still dripping from the shower and marched her to my bed and told her to sit and watch while i sucked him hard again for her. She watched intently and moved to assist but he told her to lay back amd watch. That his c o c k was only for a woman’s hole and a cocksucker’s mouth. I looked at my wife while i sucked him hard again amd she got her first real look at the obscene size of his mushroom head on that skinny shaft. I dont think she even processed she was watching her ex husband sucking c***. He stopped me when he was ready and handed me his phone again and told me to video him fuckng her. He told her to lay back amd spread herself wide as he knelt between her thighs and she moaned loudly as he plunged it back into her. He lay fully on her on his elbows and told her to put her legs around him and learn what being fucked by a man was like. He lasted far longer this time, slowly thrusting and grinding as she clung to him tightly and could only wail and moan under him. She came so many times i stopped counting. He kept repeating how incredible of a p**** she had as he took his time enjoying it. She was out of her head and pleading with him to never stop f****** her. She was drenched with sweat and half limp under him when he told her he was going to seed her again, and he had me look between his legs and make sure i got a good video of his orbs breeding her. Right before he started pumping his s p e r m into her he bent his back amd shoulders and took a n***** in his teeth and pulled his head back pulling her shaking t e a t tip painfully. I was fascinated by how his sac clenched and loosened with every pulse. I even made sure i got another capture of his head plopping out od ber, and he told her to apread herself open and let him see his seed dripping out of her. Then he surprised her by leaning down lifting her sagging damp breast and bitng her hard on the underside, them repeating under the other as she wailed. He told her that he always leaves his p u s s i e s marked when he fucks them. She wa exhausted but could not stop herself from watching me suckle him clean of her again before he told me to get back in there so his s p e r m was not wasted. Then he was done with us and told me he wanted to hear her screaming still from me cleaning her when he left. He got what he asked for and to make sure he did hewr her wailing my arms extended up her rorso to tweak amd twist her n****** savagely until she was a sobbing wreck. I had heard the door close and went down briefly to make sure it was locked. He had left a note that he was going to watch the videos the next time he used my mouth and that i bettter be better than ever if i did mot want to lose out to my ex wife’s p****. I smiled and went back to her and spooned her, promisjng her a warm gentle bath when she woke. She felt me hard and drippimg against her bottom and told me if i wanted to c** she would straddle my face and watch me m********* because she was sure there was still more of his c** inside her. I moaned my o***** up into her as she lowered her head to finish me with her mouth. We ttalked long during amd after the bath later and we masturbated together before we slept the night in each other’s arms. The last thing she said before falling asleep was to ask me if i thought he would f*** her again some day. I told her i would ask even though i already knew he would eventually as long as she waa willing to pay whatever price he named literal or figurative.. I had not yet fallen asleep when he texted me, telling me that he thought her p**** might be good enough to take his son’s first load into a woman. The only part my ex wife was unaware of was how sometimes his 18 year old son would come with his father for my mouth and sometimes he came alone. I knew his father was worried about how much time his son and i spent in my bee not just mt back yare cocksucking shed. I fell asleep knowing i. could not wait for her to wake up so i could tell her what our future held.

Recently Active

Many parts to this with the guilt. My mother left (didnt like being a mother) when i was 3 and dad remarried when i was 5. Just kids being kids, the neighbor girl same age as me across the street, we got caught showing each other, just dumb naive curious kids. Her mother caught us and talked to my stepmom and we got told no big deal just dont do that any more. We got caught doing it again but this time she was holding and examining my piddly little boy e r e ction close up and we both got spanked and we were never left to play unsupervised again. Learned much later in life that neither her mother or my stepmom told our fathers. I was an aberrant kid, would randomly take my clothes off when playing in th e back yard for example (it was very private with high fences amd hedges). So i was a handful for my stepmom, no argument. I would get bare bottom spanked but was not otherwise treated harshly. My behavior was the problem. I get older puberty hits and i have new aberrant behaviors as i learn my body. Without a long story of that, the important part is that one day when i was 13 my stepmom sees out the window that i am naked on my back in back yard m a s turbating and i got the worst spanking ever head down a** up on my bed. I simply got smarter and sneakier. When i was just shy of 15 she sees me in the back yard on the bottom of a 69 with our dog (male same as i was). Obviously not what most parents or step parents expect or sign up for. But she still cared enough to not narc me to dad. I got my backside lit up almost as bad. But she was def worried about what i was doing and how it was escalating. New rules system. I had to tell her when i felt a s***** urge and she would monitor real time ma s tur bation no contact just supervising so that i did not get out of control . If dad was home, she sort of had a sense of when i was feeling that way and she literally gave me a subtle hand sign to use and i got a light spanking that dad would hear and know what was going on. If i gave her that hand sign she would tell dad she had caught me touching myself earlier in the day but always wanted him to know so that he could weigh in iif he was when she took me to my room to give me that lesser spanking she would spank me not too hard and pull my g e nitals back between my legs and m a s turbate me quickly and furiously while i was still assuming the position. Over time she sat me down and gave me the talk that she felt i was confusing spanking and that quick jerk from her as an enjoyable act out to get her to do it for me. She said she was actually proud of me when i asked her one evening once i was ready for the spanking if she would please only spank me and not touch me otherwise, she said that she felt like i was learning and maturing by finding a way that even if it was not really normal i was at least learning to not be a slave to my urges to pleasure myself. Eventually even the daytime dad not home asking if i could touch myself stopped being a problem, and when i would tell her i had the urge during the daytime it became me asking her to just spank me. So m a s turbation stopped for a long time even though most days with or without dad home the spankings were my outlet. Dad was just a dad of the times and left my stepmom in charge of me. But eventually i could not fight the urge and she caught me with the dog again (my room this time). I was 15. Newer rule system….she became my outlet for urges. Taught me that i enjoyed someone else,’s pleasure more than my own. Taught me how to have and enjoy s** without degrading myself. Taught me to be a man to a woman in her bed aa equals, not just to protect or save me from my youthful perverted acts. I will always remember the sheer shock to my system the first time she had me lay on her and what it felt like when she guided me inside her. How she smiled up at me when i felt the heat and warmth of being inside her, how she told me to be still and moved her hips under me and told me doesnt this beat doing those other dirty things? I matured as a human beimg very quickly in her bed. I rarely wanted to touch myself but now if i waa asking for se x with her it wasnup to her whether we did that or whether i just got spanked. I lived at home through college and she was the only woman i was with before marriage and i have always known it was because of her that i ever became enough of a man to be able to date love and marry. I have always been eternally grateful to her. Which is also why when dad died i was honored to go back to fulfilling her needs when she asked. And still do happily to this day. I was 15 when she first took me into her bed, she is 15 years older than me. Now i am in mynearlu 60s and she is in her late 70s.

The guilt parts? The girl across the street i was caught showing and being shown? She became trouble. Promiscuous drugs booze pregnant. Rough life. I asked my stepmom once if i was to blame even in part, i felt so bad for her. My stepmom said kids doing that is so common that that did not explain it. The other guilt? No idea if my dad ever knew his wife and i were lovers for years. Stepmom and i talked about it only once right after dad died. She only told me that he was grateful she had gotten me off the bad behavior roller coaster. Stepmom said he probably knew but didnt want to know and that it never was an issue to him or between them. My wife never was highly s***** and stepmom and i have discussed that she probably realizes but as long as my wife is not expected to be s***** with me, she may be relieved that someone else keeps her from having to engage s******* with me. That seems self serving for my stepmom to say but i suppose it may well be true.

The funny part? About a year or so after my stepmom took me to her bed to train me to not degrade myself doing what i was doing with the dog, she asked for the whole story of how that all came about. When i had told her how i got there she admitted she was turned on and had never gotten it out of her head because it was such an extreme outlier. I told her that i knew it was disgusting amd degrading myself even as i did it but that it did not stop the immersion into pure lust and carnal bliss of it. Very short version….the way she talked about it i could just tell. So one day i did not ask i just gave her an encore to watch and since it was not the initial shock, she was fascinated. Fascinated enough that eventually with my assistance she gave it a try herself more than once. She found it so purely carnal and taboo that she feared being addicted to it. I def understood that. As the dog was mounted and in her she was not quite speechless with the sheer shock of what she was doing but she did tell me afterwards that she now understood how the sheer raw lust and purely raw s***** feel of it made the shame and taboo and disgust go right out the window. She ended up still enjoying watching me do it though, and even asked if i would be willing to let her watch the dog mount me. Was not the only time she got to watch that but i helped her experience it a number of times. I kept my promise to her that i would never do those things without her presence and she admitted it was a blend of enjoying watching it as well as now that she understood how easy it was to lose herself in it she also wanted to not risk me slippiing even further down that slippery slope. But while over the years we explored each others curiosities most of our time together was simply enjoying our bodies together with mutual respect comfort and even a degree of love. We are more frequently enjoying ourselves with dad gone than we did after my marriage s** ended, we were not lovers for years after i married, only resuming when my wife terminated our physical realtionship verbally, not just by silent rejection or lack of interest. It was my stepmother that suggested we resume being lovers when she learned of my wife’s decision even though dad was still alive. I was not man enough to decline whether for my wife’s, father’s, ot stepmom’s sake. I suppose that is a failure and form of guilt as well.

My stepmom asked me about that once, and i told her to remember the purity of lust we both experienced during the activities with the dog, but that i also saw it as a true passion and deep affection of the same intensity and respect for each other. It has never come up again. We trauma bonded when dad died as only we could, and if the day comes she no longer wishes to be lovers i wjll respect it and try to find a sane way to learn to m********* comfortably again. For now i simply cherish when we get our time what it is like to slip into her arms and her body and feel alive with each other again. To have that shared comfort and peace and joy. We almost never speak until after, but we then talk about anytbing as only the most comfortable lifelong lovers can. Despite our ages and limited times together, my god, feeling her warm alive loving and moving with me is every time, as breathtaking snd joyous as that first time when i was 15 and she first wlecomed me as her lover. Every time i feel her arms and legs wrap around me and feel the heat of slipping gently into her, i am that same 15 year old being welcomed by her all over again. When she sighs in my ear breathlessly and tells me welcome back, that she is happy to have her man again, to hear her breath quicken and groan to tell me when to give it to her, release in her, give her what has always been hers. Perhaps it was not just about saving me from my degenerate behavior only. And every now and then, when she wants to take a trip down memory lane, she will ask if she can spank me, and i am head down a** up immediately. I never know when she will reach down and pull me back between my legs as my cheeks burn and she pulls it out of me as she continues to warm my bottom up as only she can.

there was a time I saw what looked like CSAM, so I looked away immediately. then I thought “was that really CSAM or did I misjudge it”, looked back, verified that it was pretty likely to be CSAM and then immediately looked away again, that time for good. then I reported it.

there was a time I got a popup ad advertising “teen p***”: fearing that it might’ve been CSAM, I closed it, but then had the same thought as above and reopened it so I could be sure before I report it, which I did. I don’t know if those actors were actually 18+ or not, though it seems likely they were.

there was a time that, on my Google image search results, there was a “teen p***” thumbnail. I looked away, but then added a word to the search and scrolled down the results again, knowing that the thumbnail might’ve been there. it was, and I saw it again. I don’t know if those actors were actually 18+ or not, though it seems likely they were. I reported that too, but I was panicking about something else at the time and allowed it to distract me from my moral duty, so it took me a day or two iirc.

have I done moral wrong? have I done harm? and is it redeemable?