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A Week In The Life Of Me
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So being so sexually active has at
times worn me out. Here's how a week in my life unfolds, first daddy
he will always be first as I told you' earlier that he is home
Monday, Wednesday, Friday, so when mom is gone I take care of him,
lately it's sucking him off, and I let him cum on my titties and
face, though I have tried many times as of late to get him inside me
he is hesitant, why I don't seems it's okay for me to suck him and
jack him off, but when I open my legs to let him in, he seems
disinterested, well guess it's his loss not mine. Than on the off
day's I visit the Roberts, and let them rape me, usually their play
time with me is long only because, both enjoy raping me as I enjoy
them raping me, Mrs Roberts has become much more dominant with me,
and I like that too again with the whole control thing, she now
rapes me too with a strap on, she has one that has some kind of
little vibrator that rubs on her clit as she fucks me, the more she
pumps my pussy the better the sensation for her, and lets not forget
that she still loves playing with my what does she call it, ya my
brown eye, more times than not Mr Roberts watches and masturbates as
she rape me, but I still get plenty of his fat dick inside me, I know
that it's only a matter of time until Mrs Roberts rolls me over and
rapes my brown eye, that to excites me, I have heard that it feels
really good, though it may hurt the first few times, but hey they
busted my cherry and that hurt too right, and look at me now! Than
there is Carol who I have been spending the most time with, mostly
weekends as our relationship blossoms more I find myself really
excited by her touch not to mention her smooth black skin and her
very long legs, gorgeous thighs, an I have many of times licked her
from head to toe with my wanting tongue, and of course her pussy, she
seems just as horny as I, more so at times, and when she dominants me
god I cum and cum and cum, Carol to likes to fuck me with a strap on
though she don't have one like Mrs Roberts does, but that's okay I
make sure she cums and cums and cums, my favorite thing I like to do
with her, I like to get my legs in between hers and rub my pussy
against hers, she has such long legs that I grab on to one and pretty
much hump her pussy like a dog does on a leg, until we explode
together, I like knowing that my cum is mixing with her own, and of
course we do a lot of 69, she too plays with my brown eye I'm just
wondering who will take it first, Mrs Roberts or Carol, me I want
Carol to because our relationship is more than just sex, we generally
do like each other. Go figure not to long ago I called her a cunt,
bitch, now I'm on my knees licking her cunt and loving every minute
of it, tasting her cum. Maybe there is some truth to that saying
“once you have had black you never go back”? I don't know but I
am enjoying her body very much. So you can see I keep myself busy
through the summer, some may say I prostituted myself with her, well
ya maybe I did, she had something I wanted and in return I gave her
what she needed, but in the end so what, we are very happy at the
moment, but at some point I need to get a job, I want my own car not
to keep borrowing daddy's, and graduation money is running out, so I
have made the decision to start looking for a full time job for know
until I decide what my career goals will be if any, but I gotta do
something right? And So It Goes, My Life Goes On
Em
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Posted on : Jul 24, 2012
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Commented on Jul 25, 2012
I can see you are really keen on Carol. I dug something out for you.
“…as far as the hymen what girl or woman is going to go into the gyno asking to have her pussy busted, so she can fuck really?†(Emily)
Well you had said you are interested in any information of an incestuous nature and in answer to your question. One of America’s most distinguished female authors has written an autobiographical account in the most beautiful pros, almost a labour-of-love, of her own incestuous relationship with her father.
Here is an extract taken from, Kathryn Harrison’s book, “The Kissâ€. When her mother takes, her, to the gynaecologist, to have a contraceptive device fitted. It is also a fine example of the “nice-girls†dilemma. Dose the “nice-girlâ€, really bask in the glory of mother-love?
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It isn't just appetite for food that I deny, its all appetite, all desire. It's sex. I starve myself to recapture my sexuality from my mother—not just by making my breasts and hips disappear, but by drying up the blood. The one thing she can't stand about my being so thin is that I don't menstruate: I lose my capacity to get pregnant, to be in a danger of the kind that precipitated the abrupt fall from grace she endured.
Because she's angry, too. She can't have missed hearing the message of my childhood and adolescence, as delivered to me by my grandmother: “Dont make the mistakes your mother made.†How she must hate me, with my good grades and smug avoidance of boys. She has to insist that my transgressing and getting caught is at least possible, and when she discovers that I've lost my period she takes me to doctor after doctor, accompanying me into the consulting room and even the examining room. The gynecologist prescribes hormones, the acupuncturist screws needles into my thighs.
Before I go away to college, we return together to the gynecologists office. She wants me to get a diaphragm, that notoriously unreliable form of birth control. But I can't be fitted for one.
"Not without breaking her hymen," the doctor says after he examines me. "You don't want to do that, do you?â€
My mother, standing near the window, hesitates. I sit up on my elbows. "Yes," she says.
He uses a series of graduated green plastic penises. When he withdraws the set of them from under the lid of a stainless steel surgical tray, I can't believe what I see in his hands. Their green is a green that exists nowhere in nature but that colors surgeons' scrubs and emesis basins and other dire instruments I associate with illness and death. One after another he inserts them, starting with the smallest—no bigger than his little finger—until the second to last one comes out smeared with blood. This doctor deflowers me in front of my mother. Is it because he was her obstetrician, the man who delivered me, that he imagines this is somehow all right?
I lie on the table, a paper sheet over my knees, my hands over my eyes.
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Commented on Jul 25, 2012
It seems you could probably get a car pretty easy off of craigslist. When you go to look at it just be like "well I don't really have very much money, but maybe would could work out a different way to pay?" just a few easy payments and you have a car! Same goes for a job interview lol. Just do like you say you did with mrs. Woodson.
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Commented on Jul 24, 2012
The thought of you and Miss Woodsen, I see it happening n my mind... I want to see it happen... so hot! Feel free to use a strapon if i was your daddy, little girl, hmmmmm...
I do not think your relationship with miss Woodsen makes you a prostitute by the way, what have is much more than that now...
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