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Sometimes to get to someone I know who has a huge cock I have to play the innocent. That means wearing things I wouldn’t normally wear. Like the color pink for instance…gag. I cannot stand this color. Nothing says Girlie girlie, or Sissy fag like the damn color pink. I am neither of which. So when I found out that my Dad’s step-brother had a big cock I went for it. Yes technically he is my Uncle, but then again he technically isn’t my Uncle either. Anyway, my Aunt was over and she was talking to my Mom in the kitchen and I heard her talking about how big he was and how she loves him but sex with him hurts. I immediately started to smile.
I went upstairs and ransacked my slut of a sister’s closet and found the most pink thing I could, then I went and borrowed some pink lingerie from a friend. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost puked. I didn’t look like myself at all. I looked like some church girl who sings Jesus Loves me to ward off bad thoughts. I went over to my Uncle’s place and actually FORCED myself on him. I wasn’t taking no for an answer. At first he was all smiles and told me how pretty I looked, blah blah blah. He said I should dress like this more often because a good girl is more appealing.
When I started to flirt with him he became uncomfortable, when I asked to see his cock he told me to leave. I wasn’t going anywhere! I pushed him down and wrestled with him to get his pants open, I have never fought so hard for cock before in my life. He got free of me but I held onto his jeans and he fell and I was all over that. I started to mouth his cock through his boxer briefs and it was already HARD. He kept trying to push me off but once my warm mouth made contact with the flesh of his dick it was all over.
My Aunt was right, my Uncle does have a huge cock, and I’m going to go back and get some more of it soon. Hopefully I won’t have to have a title weight bout to do it.
I’m sorry but cold weather sucks ass! I wish we could have snow and not be cold. THAT would be awesome. Having to cover up my body isn’t fair. I love to show it off, I love to give a guy something to whack off to when he goes home after seeing me at the pool or at the beach.
This past summer a few of my friends and I decided to have a pool party. All my friends are Hot sluts like myself btw, I don’t hang out with ugly beefies. Just like a crack house in a neighborhood brings down the property value of the other homes around it, having ugly beefies in your group brings down the hotness level of everyone in the group. It just doesn’t work. So anyway, we were out by my friend’s pool and this guy next door walked out onto his deck. My friend called over a Hello to him and he waved and yelled hello back.
We went back to sun bathing and swimming. Over the next couple of hours my friend’s neighbor not only kept coming out onto his deck to watch us, but he had more and more guys with him. They would laugh, smile at us, yell over how pretty we all were. It was sorta pathetic, but hey, old guys need something to whack off to too. Especially nice ones like my friend’s neighbor. Plus, some of the guys were actually very handsome for being in their 50s.
After awhile her neighbor brought us over some beers, and we decided to thank him and his friends. We told them to come on over and we would say thank you. He went back to his house and brought the other guys over. We told them to just have a seat in one of the lounge chairs so we could thank them properly. One by one we pulled off our bikinis, showing more and more of bodies. We made sure to show them everything. They had a very nice views of our tits, asses, pussies, legs, you name it.
Cocks were getting hard, and we were getting naked. I loved that pool party and I hope that we get to have one again this year. I would love to show off again for my friend’s neighbor and his boys.
I’m not sure how New Year’s Eve was for you but for me it was a complete fucking spectacular event! Not only did I get to party with a few of my friends that I haven’t seen since I started college, but they managed to get some really good party candy! I mean GOOD party candy. No lie, it took us three hours to get ready to go out. We kept dipping our nose in for more, and fucking around a lot.
By the time we got to the party it was in high gear, and so were we. One of my friends ended up fucking one of the most bootlegged boys I have ever seen in my life. If you don’t know what that means, it means straight up UGLY. She is super hot, like me, so when she went down on him at our table the rest of us almost puked, but hey, when you’re high I guess even ugly guys look good to some girls. I tried to get laid all night long, but I every time I took someone outside, or into the bathroom their dicks were too small. The more disappointed I was, the more candy I put up my nose until the disappointment faded and I was super happy again.
When we got back to the room in the morning the first thing I did was have one of my friends finger fuck me. I did the same to her, it wasn’t a big dick like I love, but it was better than nothing. Even without having a huge cock slipping into one of my holes, the night was fantastic, and I even have some candy left for later.
I actually was a cheerleader in school at one point. It was almost the worst football season of my life. Cheerleaders are; from my personal experience; stupid. On my squad there wasn’t one intelligent girl in the bunch. It was like trying to do a routine with Lobotomy survivors. I am not exaggerating in the least. Their world revolved around boys, attitude, and make up. I still cannot believe that I actually hung out with those girls.
Then a new girl transferred to our school. There was something off about her, nothing badly off, but just weird off. She joined the squad and she actually had a brain. Her and I hit it off almost immediately. She didn’t like the Head Cheerleader and neither did I. She was a bitch, plain and simple. She knew we didn’t like her, and she would go out of her way to be a pain in the ass.
We were practicing one day and she decided that she wanted to try a Statue of Liberty lift. All of us told her that it wasn’t a good idea, but she told us all to shut up. We did and continued on with practice. She picked out one girl who she thought was strong enough to hold up her fat ass and she attempted the lift. She almost made it too before she came crashing down to the ground. She hit HARD. She also broke her ankle.
She couldn’t cheer for the rest of the season. It was the best thing ever. My friend took over Head Cheerleader and quickly found out that not only was the last Head Cheerleader a flaming bitch, but she had the reputation of being a Cheerleader Slut. She found this out because a lot of jocks kept coming up to her and asking her if she would be taking over all duties of Head Cheerleader including fucking them all.
She said no, but what we did do, is for a few bucks her and I would make out, or fuck each other in the locker room for the guys to watch. They weren’t allowed to touch us, or talk to us. It was pretty funny to see these Macho Hetero Jocks all wacking away at once. Every once in awhile their cocks would bump together and they would moan. To each their own I say. Anyway, the rest of the season was saved by a broken bone, I got my pussy eaten by a hot chick on a daily bases and the Cheerleader Slut became less and less popular due to her losing her Cheerleader Slut Powers due to injury.
You all know how bad I am year in and year out, so when it comes to Christmas I have to be creative so that Santa doesn’t forget about me. I am sure that I am the number one person on the infamous Naughty List. Yeah I know I should do a better job of trying to be good, but I honestly don’t want to be. There are other ways to get those toys from Santa’s sack than being a good girl. I learned that when I was much younger.
One year I had an incident in school where I ended up becoming suspended. It seriously sucked because it was right before Christmas break. My Parents were not happy at all, and my Mom told me that I was getting nothing from Santa because of what I did. I was really upset. Anybody at that age, hearing those words would be. I cried so much! I kept asking my parents what I could do to get back in Santa’s good graces. My Mom said, “Nothing!” and not to talk about it again. I was heartbroken. I watched as my Mom wrapped up all my bother and sister’s presents and put them under the tree.
While she was downstairs reading the Night Before Christmas to them I was stuck in my room because I was grounded. My Dad came in to see how I was doing. I told him I was sorry again and asked if I could please have just one present. He told me that my Mom was the boss, so it looked like I blew it this year. I told my Daddy I would do anything to get presents. He didn’t say anything for awhile then told me he would see what he could do.
The next day Dad took all of us to his office party, it was the day before Christmas Eve and I was running out of time quickly. When it came time for Santa to arrive I was so happy. I thought that maybe if my parents weren’t getting me anything, that if I confessed to Santa and told him I was sorry that maybe, just maybe he actually existed and would stop by the house. I waited for my turn and climbed up on his lap. I whispered my confession in his ear and he told me that he would talk to me after he was done.
It seemed like it took forever for him to finish up. Then he walked over to my Dad and Mom and they laughed at what he was saying, but he came over and held my hand as we walked into my Dad’s Boss’s office. He sat down on the sofa and told me to sit with him. I did and then he said if I could keep a secret about what he was going to do that I would get presents! I was so excited but didn’t understand why I couldn’t tell anyone. He told me that if all naughty girls and boys found out there was a way to get off the naughty list once it was made that he wouldn’t have time to deliver presents. I thought that was very logical so I agreed. It turned out that I had to let Santa put his cock inside me while he huffed and puffed away until he came, and then suck on it until he came again.
Christmas came and I ran downstairs. There were NO presents under the tree for me at all. I felt so terrible! My Dad told me to open up the door. I did and there were so many presents with my name on them! It was a god damned Christmas Miracle. My Dad told me that he doesn’t know what I said to Santa but it worked!
I never went fishing with my ‘Daddy”, at least not in the conventional sense. There were times as I was getting bigger that my parents would go on weekend vacations without us. During these times we would spend the weekend at various family homes, or friend’s of the family homes. I used to spend the weekends with one of my Dad’s co-workers. They were a married couple and they were very nice to me. They didn’t have any little ones of their own so we always did grown up type things together. One time his wife wasn’t there on the weekend so it was just him and I.
He asked me if I liked to fish, I said, “Ew, no.” He laughed and asked me, “What if there was a special kind of fishing were you wouldn’t have to touch an icky worm?” I told him as long as I didn’t have to touch a worm I would go. We left a note for his wife and we went ‘fishing’. Instead of going to a lake, we drove to an amusement park. I was seriously confused. As we went inside he said to me, “Okay Autumn, for the rest of the day you call me Daddy okay? It’s part of how we are going to fish.” I didn’t understand why he wanted me to do this but I said I would.
We went on so many rides, I gave him hugs and told my “Daddy” that I was having such a great time. We sat down to get some ice cream and ‘Daddy” quickly stood up. He looked at me and asked me if I was ready to fish. I told him no because I wanted to stay at the amusement park. He said that if I was a very good Daddy’s girl that after we were done catching something he would take me on more rides.
He pointed out a little girl a bit younger than myself. He told me to go over there and ask her if she was lost and if she was to bring her back over here. I told him I would and I did. She was lost, she was seperated from her family and was crying a little bit. I told her that my “Daddy” could help and took her over to him. He took us both back to the car so he could wash her face because he wanted her to look pretty when he took her back to her Mommy. He reached into the tackle box and pulled something out and told me to get into the car. I went into the car and heard him talking to her. Before long he was making the weirdest noises, I tried to turn around and see what he was doing but he yelled for me to keep looking forward, so I did.
He kept telling me to call him “Daddy” over and over again. Then. The movement of the car stopped and he slammed down the tailgate. He got into the car and we drove away. I almost cried because he promised that I could go on more rides. He told me that we needed to find another fishing spot because this one was all fished out but we would go to the mall instead and he would buy me something pretty, and all I would have to do is help him fish again.
There are times when men such as yourself do not want a nasty girl. You want someone who will just be tender and sweet. Granted, I’m usually a very dirty bitch, but I too sometimes want something more soft. There is nothing wrong with giving the nasty a break from time to time. You just want to have sex with a young girl because that is what you like deep down inside. You do not want to force but be welcomed. THAT is the type of mood I am in today.
I want to look into your eyes as I slip down onto your throbbing cock. You want to run your hands over my young, tight body. See how that works for the both of us? I love older men, I always have. I enjoy everything about them, especially the way they fuck a Coed phone sex girl like myself. Let me take care of you for a little bit, you can make your very own. If only for a few minutes. *smiles*