2 comments/ 24414 views/ 17 favorites Ashley's Confession By: KatieAnnBB Thanks to everyone for the encouragement and suggestions. Several folks have asked for a sequel to "Ashley's Story." On a bit of a whim, I decided to experiment with a "confessional" kind of story. This takes the tale in a slightly different direction, but it seemed like a fun avenue to explore. I hope you enjoy it! Kate ====================================== Dear Dr. Minkowski, I am responding to your request that I write down the details of the matters I alluded to in my last therapy session. I have to say that you were correct. By writing this, I have begun to understand myself more, and I have developed more of an appreciation of the complex relationships in our family. I am beginning to see how they have fueled some of the behaviors that I am trying to change. You were also correct about it being much easier to write an account than to relate these events face-to-face, though I fear that is what you are going to ask me to do at some point. I am still very embarrassed to admit to these feelings and actions. It is now clear to me that I need to reflect more on these events and my feelings about them if I am to make good decisions in the future. The following account is my attempt to take another step along that path. I feel that I should apologize at the outset, as I'm sure there are aspects of my story that you will find offensive—perhaps shocking. You did, however as me to be completely frank and I have done my best. The language is vile at times, but it accurately reflects my state of mind. As you know, I experienced a sexual event with my husband, daughter and daughter's friend that was both unusual and very pleasurable for me. Since we have already covered that, I will begin with the immediate aftermath. ====================================== The girls left, and my husband and I were alone in the house. After what had transpired, he was spent but I was completely ready for more—in fact I was sexually energized more than I had even been. My darling husband, seeing the state I was in, took me into the family room, laid me on the couch and proceeded to give me wonderful oral sex, recreating what he had done in the spa. As he did this, though, my mind kept wandering back to Erica, and how delicious she had looked quivering against my daughter's mouth. I began to imagine that she was licking me and I very swiftly had a massive orgasm. My husband stopped briefly, but apparently one glance at me let him know that I needed more. He went back to work, and I continued to fantasize about Erica and Stephanie and how wonderful it would be to have a woman going down on me. I then recalled the kisses I had shared with Erica. Immediately, my body went into a fit of spasms as I reached another powerful climax. As my husband continued, I remained focused on the kisses with Erica, now imagining Stephanie's tongue bringing me off. That image brought me to my third and final release. As I calmed down, my husband cuddled me and we kissed, sharing our love for each other. I could see that he was now aroused again, so I took his penis in my hand—since he's a bit older, it's difficult for him to become firm enough to penetrate me for a second orgasm, so I typically give him pleasure with my hand and mouth. As I stroked him, he asked me, "Wow, Ashley. I've never seen you come like that. What got you so worked up?" I paused only a moment before answering truthfully. "I was thinking about Erica's body, and what it felt like to kiss her," I explained. Instantly, my husband erupted, grunting as he sent his thick semen onto my body and the sofa. "I think that image must be arousing for both of us," I said. We both laughed. "Yes," he agreed, "I thought it was very sexy to see you kissing Erica. You know, Ashley, if you wanted to explore that part of your sexuality I would be ok with it. It might perhaps be something we could share." We talked a little more about that without coming to a real conclusion, except to say that if the opportunity for an affair with another woman presented itself that I should feel free to indulge. The opportunity presented itself several weeks later. Erica was now a frequent guest at our house and we always welcomed her sunny personality. It was odd that she and Stephanie never seemed to act like lovers when they were with us. They simply seemed to be what we had thought earlier—very good friends. I finally determined to ask Stephanie about this. I felt that I wanted to help her clarify the situation for herself. As I reflect more deeply, however, I can see that I wanted her to clarify the situation for me as well. "Mom," she explained, "Erica and I are basically really good friends who, er—get together every once in a while. She's mostly into girls and doesn't like guys much. I'm really more geared to sex with guys, but it's really fun to play with Erica when we're in the mood. Besides, mom, I don't have that much time for a relationship now, and guys want sex all the time. This arrangement is perfect for me while I'm in school." I had to hand it to my daughter—she was as practical and level-headed about this as she was about most other things. There wasn't much I could argue with there. "So, honey, I take it that Erica is as happy with this arrangement as you are then?" I asked. "Yeah, sort of I guess. I think she'd like to get more sex—or at least have sex with a woman who was like a real lesbian. I mean, like, with me I think it must be more like play time. It's hard to explain, but I think she's a little unfulfilled. But it's ok...really." I left it at that, but Stephanie's confession got me thinking along a different line. Not too long after this conversation, Erica was at the house for dinner and afterward we all decided to get in the spa again. My husband went out to get the spa ready, and Steph zipped upstairs to change while Erica helped me finish up the dishes. Just being alone with her had my heart beating faster—I was astonished to find that I was getting aroused being around this lovely, young woman. I knew that we didn't have much time, so I had to act quickly. "Erica," I began, "I think that you are a very attractive woman." Erica stopped and turned to face me. She had a puzzled expression on her face. "Gee, thanks, Mrs. Morris," she said. Her manner was quite shy, but she looked directly into my eyes. I didn't look away. We stayed like that for several seconds, and I felt my face flush. "I really enjoyed kissing you, too," I continued. "I hope we have a chance to do more of that sometime." Erica's neck became flushed with sexual arousal—I knew the signs well. "Definitely," she said softly. "Definitely." She walked forward, put her hands on my sides to pull me in and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth. I responded, our tongues touching briefly. Then I saw my husband peeking in through the glass doors that separated the patio from the family room. He was smiling from ear to ear. I put my arm around Erica and she immediately nestled into it. "Shall we go up and change for spa time?" I asked with a grin. "I'd like to wear my birthday suit for you in that spa," Erica giggled, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs. As we headed up the stairs, we met Stephie coming down. She giggled when she saw Erica and me holding hands. "I'll just hop in the spa with dad for a little while. You guys take your time," she said with a wink. Before I could say anything, she disappeared down the stairs. Erica turned to me. "You lead the way. Take me wherever you like," she said teasingly. Instinctively I turned into our bedroom, but then changed my mind. I led her across the hall into one of the guest bedrooms. "I think I'd be more comfortable in here," I told her. "You're the boss," Erica countered, taking me in her arms. I had never experienced sexual advances from a woman and was surprised at how much more welcoming they felt in relation to those from a man. Less demand, more invitation. I felt myself desiring Erica's caresses in a way I had never done with a man. We kissed deeply, fulfilling the desire that had been burning since our first encounter in the kitchen. Her caresses felt familiar and my body reacted as I would have expected. Her gentle stroking of my breasts and nipples, for example, made me very aroused. When she sucked my nipples, I could feel my clitoris become erect as my genitals lubricated. Her touch, however, was also different than a man's. My husband's touch is wonderfully gentle and comforting, but his size, strength and power (qualities that I relish when we are being intimate!) gives his touch urgency—almost as if it demands a response from my body. I have always adored the feeling of being "taken" by him—of completely succumbing to his superior strength. Erica, on the other hand, is small and slender. Her touch, therefore, was much lighter and seemed more tentative. I felt as though I was being invited to become aroused. She tantalized and nurtured my responses as delicately as one puts kindling on a small fire. In no time, she had me aflame. I was insane with desire for her. I longed to kiss her, to feel her breasts in my hands, to feel her soft, supple body. She guided my mouth to her nipples and I lost myself in an ecstasy of nursing on her—feeling her nipples become erect between my lips was intoxicating. I became overwhelmed with the desire to taste her, and so moved down her body. By now, she was writhing with pleasure as I licked and nibbled on her tender flesh, leaving a pink trail of teeth marks along her belly. The trail curved and wended its way southward—the shortest distance to her orgasm was assuredly not a straight line—but it eventually arrived at her damp mons. I loved her neatly trimmed bush and wiry dark hair, and became drunk on her scent. I opened her with my hands. As I gazed at her swollen lips and clit, I realized that I was going to be licking her just as my daughter did. That thought, combined with the taste and feel of her erect clitoris against my tongue made me nearly pass out with excitement. The contact was electric for both of us. She grunted and thrust her hips upward into my face, as her hands gripped my head. She began to undulate her hips as I licked her, exploring the delicate labia, the quivering hood, and of course the throbbing center of her pleasure. Erica's groans filled the room as I let her ride my lapping tongue. I lost myself in a liquid pool of Erica—her wetness, her taste, her moans all surrounded me just as her grasping hands gently guided my head and her gyrating hips massaged my face. With a final gasping groan, Erica found her release. Her hands, no longer gentle and nurturing, gripped me with ferocious strength as her body shook and quivered. At her climax, she became more driving and demanding than any man I had even known. And God help me, I loved every second of it. I became the willing tool of her lust, seeking to draw every atom of lustful pleasure from her. She complied, giving herself completely to me. After a good long time, she finally relaxed and pulled me up so we could embrace—now as lovers. "God. You are fucking amazing," Erica sighed as we fell into a long, deep kiss. When we parted, she playfully kissed my nose. "Do you want to stay here or go down and find our other playmates?" she asked with a smile. I knew how much Allen would enjoy watching Erica have her way with me, so I eagerly encouraged her downstairs. The house was still, but we could see the light on by the spa. Looking out, we saw my husband and daughter in the spa together. They were naked. As we approached, Stephanie looked up and said, "Holy fuck, mom. I thought you guys were never going to make it out here." Then, turning to Erica she added teasingly, "Did she come hard for you?" At this, I saw my husband's large erection twitch. "Actually, I came hard for her," Erica corrected with a smile. Seeing how Stephanie was straddling one of the jets, she added "Did you come hard for your dad yet?" "Not yet," giggled Stephanie. "He's been wanting me to hold off to wait for you guys." Turning to my husband, she added, "Haven't you, Daddy?" in a shy, little-girl voice. In response, his erection became more intense, flattening itself against his stomach. Clear fluid oozed from the tip. Stephanie leaned forward, giving him a perfect view of her pert breasts. The erect nipples swayed, tantalizingly, only inches from his mouth. "You want to see mom come for Erica, don't you?" she asked, still using her little-girl voice. He could only nod in response, seemingly beyond coherent thought. I sat on the edge of the spa and spread my legs, giving him a perfect view. His eyes locked on the area of my body that was the source of such pleasure for him. This time, however, someone else would be enjoying it. Erica eased herself into the spa, nestling herself between my eager thighs. I realized that I needed her badly. My throbbing genitals ached for her tongue. I didn't want a man—all I could think of in that moment was to give myself to this beautiful, sensual woman. Erica purred as she leaned forward and began her work. She ran her tongue over my labia with practiced ease—and knowing that most of her practice had come on my daughter's pussy made it even more thrilling for me. I became aware that Stephanie was talking to my husband. "See how she does that little flick thing on the inner lips?" she was whispering into his ear, "that feels so amazing." She pointed at my chest. "She's really starting to feel it. See how her nipples are getting hard?" Having my daughter point out the finer points of my arousal to my husband as her lesbian lover licked me was too much. I groaned and felt the waves of an orgasm surge through me. Erica didn't miss a beat—and didn't stop. She rode me through it and continued to lick me with gusto. I glanced over and saw that my husband had taken his cock in his hand and was starting to masturbate. Stephanie slapped his hand away. "No!" she cried out. "I want to do that." She instantly wrapped her hand around his throbbing organ. The sight of her pink nails and silver bracelet enhanced the effect of her small hand around her step-father's enormous penis. She gripped it with furious strength and pulled the skin down tightly. My husband grunted. "Your cock is so big," she cooed, back to her little-girl voice. "Does Daddy like his little girl's hand on his big cock?" Beads of sweat appeared on his upper lip as he groaned, "Oh yes, honey." He began to tremble. "Daddy loves his little girl's pretty hand." With one finger, Erica began to make circles at the opening of my vagina, gradually working her way inside. I moaned and looked across at my husband. As our eyes met, my body also began to tremble. We watched each other being pleasured by the young women as we lost ourselves in our lustful transports. Stephanie stroked her step-dad slowly. As she did so, she looked deeply into his eyes. She made her eyes bigger and opened her mouth and my husband's head fell back. His back arched, and I knew that his time was near. Stephanie, however, had other ideas. Releasing his cock, she playfully slapped his face, startling him. Then she swatted at his twitching prick. "Bad boy," she said in a pouty voice. "Bad daddy. Did you think you were going to make your nasty boy mess all over your little girl's pretty hand?" She gently scratched his face and chest with her manicured nails, allowing him to see her soft hand adorned with the lovely silver ring and bracelet he had given her. My husband looked at me with a pleading, desperate look. At that moment, however, I was unable to help him as Erica had me nearing a second orgasm. Thinking that I could help encourage his release I spread my legs wider and groaned, "Fuck Erica, you're going to make me come again." As the orgasm took me, I saw my beautiful daughter once again wrap her hand around Allen's massive cock and pull the skin down tight. I shuddered and gasped my way though my second climax, wanting only that it should never stop. Erica obliged me, giving no sign of stopping her attentions. In fact, she expertly slid a second finger inside me, extending and deepening my orgasm. Stephanie was pulling the skin of my husband's erection so tight that the muscles in her slender arm bulged. His organ had turned a deep purple as she squeezed. He was grunting and moving his hips in circles as his step-daughter held him in a vice grip. Once again, Stephanie looked at him wide-eyed, then opened her mouth giving a little gasp. This teasing sent him into another frenzy of pelvic thrusting. Now, Stephanie's face changed, and she got an evil smile. She slowly worked up a mouthful of spit, then extended her tongue to show it to the helpless male in front of her. He could only moan, completely surrendering himself to her. "Does daddy want to come?" she asked innocently. He could only nod. "Use your words, daddy," Stephanie teased, "Do you want to come for your little girl?" She continued to work up a mouthful of spit as he struggled to answer. Her grip on his cock was unrelenting, almost vicious. "Oh god, darling, I want to come for you so bad. Please make me come," he finally moaned. Stephanie gave a leer of triumph. "Good daddy," she hissed, spitting the contents of her mouth all over his cock. Using her spit as lubricant, she began to stroke him, using long, slow strokes. He growled and grabbed her shoulders. "Play nice," Stephanie cautioned him, "or you'll scare away my pretty hand." She momentarily released his cock again, and looked him in the eyes. "You don't want that, do you?" she teased. He groaned again. "Oh God, no," he moaned, "Please, please, honey. Please God don't stop. Make daddy come for you. Please." Watching this scene played out right in front of me combined with the skillful work of Erica's fingers caused me to erupt into my third climax. I grabbed Erica's head and ground my pussy into her face as I bucked and moaned for my beautiful lover. She brought me off like a true champion, and, amazingly, continued her work on me, setting me firmly on the path to yet greater heights. I felt that I had lost control of my body and its responses—I was now completely at the mercy of this beautiful young woman. I looked desperately over at my husband. He, sadly, was completely beyond helping me, having become the plaything of the vixen who was mercilessly jerking him off. Stephanie was relishing the power she had over him, and was teasing him unmercifully. She would give him about a dozen hard, fast strokes, then hold the skin of his cock tight. "You're not going to come until I say you can," she hissed at him, squeezing his cock until it was purple. Then she stroked him furiously, making his hips thrust. "Whoa, there, bronco," she teased, giving him the stop-and-squeeze treatment. "It's not time to gallop to the finish just yet." Another round of hard pumping brought him just to the edge, but again her squeeze denied him release. "So near, and yet so far," she said softly, giving him a truly evil grin. This time, she slowly bent down and eased her mouth over his throbbing head. Beyond himself, my husband grabbed her head, urging it further down his shaft. Instantly, Stephanie pulled her head off of him. "What the fuck?" she hissed furiously. "Who do you think is in charge here, cowboy?" Even as Erica began bringing me to another peak, I felt sorry for my husband. He looked so desperate. Stephanie kissed him. "I'll make you a deal," she said brightly. "If you can watch mom come again without losing your load, I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had. What do you think?" "God yes, honey," he gasped. "Anything you say." "Ok. But you have to watch everything and not have an accident," Stephanie giggled, taking his cock into her lovely hand once again. She resumed her start-and-stop teasing as my husband groaned and softly prayed for strength. Ashley's Confession I knew my role in this: I could help us both by quickly achieving orgasm. Unfortunately, I had given my soul over to my lover long ago and was completely in her power. She ever-so-slightly slowed her tongue and looked at me inquisitively—as though asking what I thought. "Please, Erica darling," I whispered to her. "By all that is merciful, make this quick. He can't take much more and I want him to enjoy this as much as we are." She paused a moment as if considering then simply nodded, looking into my eyes. At that moment, I knew that I loved her—and that she loved me as well. She was as good as her unspoken word, and had the skill to execute her intention. Her tongue and fingers swiftly brought me to a volcanic orgasm. I simply let go and allowed her to control my body as if I were a robot who could climax on command for her master's amusement. As I came back to consciousness, I saw Stephanie kissing my husband. "Daddy was so good," she cooed, "It's no wonder why mommy likes fucking him so much." He gasped as she bent down and sucked him again, swirling her tongue around his head, lubricating it further. "Now," she continued, "are you ready to say goodbye to all of that nasty sperm?" She began to stroke him fractionally harder and faster. "Oh God, yes," he moaned. "Take it out of me." "You know that's what I'm going to do," she hissed. "But not because you want to. It's because that's what I say is going to happen. Do you understand?" "Yes, darling," he gasped. He was losing it. "So you are going to give me the hot come and that's going to be the end of it." Stephanie said simply. "Right?" "Ahhh...yes." The words came out between a gasp and a whimper. Stephanie looked him in the eyes again, then gave him her wide-eyed, open mouth stare. His cock twitched. "Yeah," she said huskily. "That's just about got it for ya." His head fell back, and she chuckled. "I'm losin' ya," she told him softly. She leaned down and began blowing softly on his cock. With one final effort, my husband raised his head to watch his step-daughter masturbate him. Together, they watched as a bead of semen slowly formed at the tip of his penis. Stephanie slowed her hand and looked at him with a leer of triumph. His throbbing cock was inches from her face. "You are so fuckin' done," she growled. "Give it to your little girl." She began jacking him furiously, and he erupted instantly, geysering semen onto his chest. "Oh fuck, baby," my husband cried, "I'm coming for you. Make me come, baby." She beat him savagely as shot after shot of semen burst from him. "All of it. All of it," she whispered to him in rhythm with his spurts. She continued to jerk him hard until he ceased to spurt. He relaxed back against the edge of the spa as semen dripped down his chest and belly. He weakly reached up to wipe it away. "No!" Stephanie stopped him, grabbing his hand. "That's mine. I made that," she giggled. She leaned over, licked a glob from his nipple and smacked her lips. "Blech," she said, wrinkling her nose, "it doesn't taste too good." She washed the remainder off of him, then gave him a playful kiss on the lips. "That was wonderful, daddy," she sighed. "I hope I made you feel really good." "You did, honey. It was wonderful," he sighed. In the meantime, Erica and I had been holding each other close and she had continued to kiss my neck and to fondle my breasts. I saw my husband, still relaxing after his orgasm, looking at me and smiling. "I think you enjoyed yourself too, didn't you?" he asked me with a chuckle. I couldn't resist a smile. "Yes, I did," I replied. Then, as Erica's fingers resumed their devilish work, a surge of energy jolted through me. "Oh God. I still am," I gasped. "I don't think she's done with me." I saw Allen's face set with rapt attention as he fixed his gaze upon me, enchanted by Erica's caresses and my responses. "Holy fuck. Look at that," I heard Stephie exclaim. She pointed at my husband's penis as it swiftly became erect once again. She shook her head in amazement. "Wow, dad. You sure have a quick turnaround time," she said, a touch of awe in her voice. Erica was now masturbating me very effectively and I could feel myself starting to rise again. Reading my gasps and the movement of my body, Stephie began to stroke my husband's erection again. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" she asked him softly. He could only nod, again losing himself in an erotic haze. Erica nibbled on my neck, working her way up to my ear. "I hate to give you back to him," she whispered to me, "I really love touching you." At that, I turned and kissed her passionately. "You don't have to give me back," I sighed, "I like it right here." I moaned as she inserted her fingers again. I loved the sensation of being fucked by this young woman. Turning to my husband, I asked, "You don't mind if I let her do me again, do you?" He just smiled and nodded his assent. "Enjoy yourself, honey. I can see how much you two are enjoying each other," he replied. Stephanie continued to masturbate him. Then her evil smile returned. "Well, dad, if you can't fuck mom—is there anyone else here you'd like to fuck?" she asked wickedly. The question caught him by surprise, and for a moment he let his guard down. I could see the expression of raw desire on his face at the prospect of ravishing his 24-year-old step-daughter. He quickly regained his composure, though, and replied gallantly, "I think I'm ok right now, Stephanie." He caressed her hair tenderly, in a very protective way. He fooled no one. "Jesus fucking Christ. You know you want her," Erica told him. "It's written all over your face." "Yeah, it is," Stephie agreed. "It's not too hard to figure out what you want to do right now, dad." He looked across at me. I was not in a good place to make a reasoned decision as Erica's fingers were bringing me desperately close to another climax. I did want him to be as fulfilled as me, though. "Oh God, darling, enjoy yourself if you like," I sighed. "I certainly am." Wordlessly, Stephanie moved to the edge of pool near me and spread her legs, inviting his penetration. She fixed him with a steady, unwavering gaze. That was the last straw. He moved over to her, gripped her slender waist with both hands, and gently but firmly drew her down onto his erect penis. Stephanie's eyes got wide as her step-father's erection bored into her young, eager pussy. She groaned as he continued to work deeper into her, sliding between the swollen lips and smoothly drilling into her moist center. My husband's lips curled back with animal lust as he took the young, desirable creature who was gasping and twitching beneath him. "Oh my God," Stephanie cried, "it's so fucking big. It's so fucking..." her cries turned into a whimper as my strong, virile husband went to work in earnest, screwing her with a vengeance. Stephanie howled as she felt herself being ravished, her grunts and cries mingling with the feral growls of her step-dad. Together, they clawed their way to orgasm, urging each other to more lewd, wanton acts. "Is that what you wanted, you little teasing bitch?" Allen growled as he jackhammered her. "Ahhhhhh fuck," Steph wailed, "is that as hard as you can fuck, old man? I need a real man's dick." Her eyes flashed as she scratched him, inflaming his lust to the boiling point. Erica moved between my legs, positioning herself so that our mounds were pressed tightly together. Leaning her weight against me, she began to grind on me, rubbing us together in a slow, undulating all-female version of the heterosexual bacchanal we were watching father and daughter play out before us. Allen grunted with lustful exertion as he banged harder and faster. Stephanie's face went blank as her body surrendered to the merciless fucking it was receiving. Her eyes stared vacantly, then her face wrinkled as the first contraction hit her. Her body jerked, then she froze with her back arched, hips thrust forward and head back. Her erect nipples jutted skyward as her firm breasts quivered in rhythm with the pounding she was receiving. She began to shake convulsively as her orgasm continued. My husband could celebrate his carnal triumph for only a moment. The contractions of her supple young vagina quickly milked him to the point of no return and he succumbed within seconds, ramming deeply into her as he sent his seed directly to her center. Erica continued to press against me, rotating her hips and gazing into my eyes. The feelings were diffuse and not nearly as intense as her fingers, but the feeling of her body and seeing her becoming aroused got me excited again. She was relentless, rotating and riding me with firm, skillful ease. It did not take long for her to bring us both to a strong climax. We all fell back, exhausted, and relaxed in the spa. As we recovered our composure, my husband reached for Stephanie, and she eagerly fell into his enfolding arms. Erica and I exchanged a glance, then embraced, finding completion with each other. After we toweled off, my husband came to me and kissed me. "Do you want to sleep with me tonight, or did you have someone else in mind?" he asked with a wink. I blushed crimson, too ashamed to speak. "It seems like you and Erica have bonded," he continued. "I just wondered if you two wanted to spend some quiet time together." "I would like that very much," I found myself saying. "Ok," he replied. "Why don't you two take our room and I'll join Stephanie in her room." He turned to Steph. "That is, if she doesn't mind." She came eagerly into his arms. "After what we just did you better sleep with me," she said with mock sternness. "Besides," she added, "you're not really ready to go to sleep, are you daddy?" My husband smiled and rolled his eyes. "I may not be able to keep up with you, sweetie," he said tiredly. I kissed him. "But I bet you're going to have a hell of a lot of fun trying," I told him. "C'mon," Erica said, taking my hand. "I'm not done either." None of us were. Not then and not now. =============== I hope that you can now see, Doctor, just how depraved I am, and why I harbor such guilt about my actions. After writing this, I am troubled by many questions. My infatuation—I am too frightened to call it love—for Erica is of great concern to me. I am strongly attracted to her. I want to spend time with her, to touch, taste and smell her, and, most of all, to make love with her. I am so obsessed with her that my interest in almost everything else (including, I am sorry to say, my husband) has waned. Have I become a lesbian? I am most concerned, however, that I am becoming sexually addicted. I have never desired as much sex, nor as much "kinky" sex as I have recently. My husband believes this just a phase that I need to get out of my system, but it shows no signs of abating. Perhaps I am a wanton at heart, and am just discovering my true nature? I realize now that I need your help to find a way to control these wild urges. Apparently I have a huge store of hitherto untapped sexual energy, and I need to find a healthy outlet for it. I am also worried about the integrity of my family. We have been so happy together, but now I am concerned that my actions and feelings will ultimately undermine my family. Should I leave my husband to find my true self in the arms of a woman? Why do I enjoy watching my daughter make love with my husband? Fortunately, the family is stable at the moment—that is if one considers our current incestuous-adulterous situation a kind of stability. Erica and I have taken over the master bedroom and are happy living together as a couple. My husband is very understanding of this. For his part, judging by the cries of passion regularly emanating from Stephanie's room, he continues to enjoy a robust relationship with his stepdaughter. This, coupled with an occasional go at Erica or me seems to keep him extremely happy. And Stephanie is getting as much sex as she wants with both men and women. Our arrangement is, therefore, keeping everyone happy after a fashion, but I am still deeply troubled when I reflect on what I am doing. I am looking forward to our next session, and I hope we can find some answers to the questions that continue to torment me. Sincerely yours, Ashley Morris Ashley's Confessions I was nervous. So very, very nervous. But I told myself that I was going to do this. One big hurrah and then I'd be off at college and most likely never back here again. I had lived in the same town my entire life. And on the outskirts of that town - off the high-way and down a gravel road - was this store with it's windows boarded up. It was a black building with red-letters reading "Adult Bookstore". That was it. It had intrigued me ever since I was a little girl. It was so damn mysterious. It wasn't until High School when my boyfriend told me what it was. What it really - really meant. We broke up and I wallowed with Ben and Jerry's Rocky Road for a week. While I was wallowing I started to do some online research. I was curious about the Adult Bookstore so I googled it. And that was the beginning of an obsession. I couldn't get it out of my head. It turned me so much and being turned on so much forced me to explore my sexuality. I wasn't a prude. I lost my virginity to a boy on prom night. I made-out under the bleachers during Homecoming. And I let Ryan Fisher cop a few more feels than was lady-like during Senior Skip Day. But, I wanted more. I craved it. I read stories about glory holes and bondage and girls being turned into sluts. Of taboos and fetishes that made me queasy at first until I couldn't get enough of reading them. I secretly watched porn videos and made a tumblr full of pornography and detailed posts about masturbation and who I fucked and who and what and how I wanted to be fucked. I knew deep down that something was different about me, that something might even be wrong with me. I had lustful thoughts about people. People I had known my entire life. I thought about their cocks and their pussies and if they would force me on my knees like I secretly dreamed about. The summer that I was going away to the University was boring to say the least. I worked at my Grandma's diner and I babysat the Preacher's kids. Every day I drove past that gravel road with the big, mysterious bookstore for adults. Each day I got a little wetter thinking about what was going on in there. My boyfriend said there was a theater in there just for porn. And there were other things. He didn't say what. I wanted to go so badly that two weeks before I was going to New York for school I decided I was going to the bookstore. I was eighteen, I was going to a good out-of-state school, I made the top ten in my class, and if I wanted to go explore the big, black mysterious sex store in my hometown...I figured I could. I didn't want anyone to recognize my car so I drove through the back way and parked away from the sight of the rode. I had prepared for it. I had shaved (everywhere), I had my sexiest underwear on, and I also was sporting some nice mysterious sunglasses and a dark coat. The coat hid me pretty well but underneath all I had on was a mini skirt and a white tank. When I went inside, I was immediately struck with the overload of sex. Sex. Sex. It was arousing, overwhelming, and completely out of this world. Porn, toys, and everything in between. It was fucking huge. I scampered around the corners, peering over my sunglasses and dodging the glances of the others in the store. Most I didn't recognize. I did recognize however my fourth grade P.E. teacher near the Gay Porn section. That definitely cleared up some questions about him, I chuckled to myself. After I had fully explored the merchandise I noticed that there was a whole other part of the building. This was where it was, I realized. It was the porn theater. It was set up like most theaters. Two rooms and a stand to sell things. Only they sold condoms and lubricants instead of popcorn and candy. (Although I did see a very nice soda and candy section). The times were for the evening but the ticket lady winked at me. Her bosoms were pressed tight and moved as she spoke. "Baby, you're new here." She announced with a grin. "Do you want a tour? I'll keep you close." I nodded, a little more than shy as she took my hand and led me to the first theater room. "This is the vanilla side. Not that it doesn't get kinky - but it's where we stream the less alternative films. Most straights and curious go in there." She showed me in and I saw a medium size room with vinyl seats and a couple of lounge couches. It was dark and red and looked like it had seen a lot of action. My vagina did a small cartwheel in anticipation. Donna led me to the other side of the theater and showed me a slightly larger room where the kinkier films were played. It had the same things as the other room. "At night this place turns into a real party. You're first time should be on a Wednesday. It's quietest on Wednesdays...and Thursdays." I remembered that tomorrow was Wednesday. The rest of the theater side was a hallway full of booths. "And these are the glory holes, baby. You pay .25 per segment. Each segment is a hundred seconds. And you can pay up for a full hour at a time. Sometimes girls and boy cocksuckers get tips to help pay their fare." Heat flushed my face as I gazed at them with longing. Donna chuckled and quietly led me to a booth stating that it had just been cleaned and she was sure I'd get what I needed from it. She showed me how to work the machine and then left me with a promise to look out for me on Wednesday night. When the door closed I shakily took off my coat and my sunglasses and picked a film. It was a typical XXX with a busty blonde being fucked by two older men. I slid off my panties and began to rub, trying to get into it. My clit swelled as I took in the clean, small confines of the booth. If anyone wanted to they could pull back my curtain and watch me masturbate. It could be my fourth grade gym teacher. All that was stopping them was a flipped sign saying that it was occupied. Within moments I saw the light flash up telling me there was a cock on the other side waiting for me. I flushed, my pussy leaking juices from excitement, and knelt down and stuck my finger in the hole and motioned towards my side. As soon as my finger was removed a thick, chubby cock was pushed into the hole. It was slightly hairy and the other man pulled it out and slide a small panel back revealing that the person on the other side could make the whole bigger. Instead of a whole it was a rather nice-fitting rectangular big enough for him to dump his balls and his cock safely onto my side without revealing anything more than he was slightly hairy and kind of fat. I licked my lips and softly traced my lips over the head. It violently jumped and I felt him groan into my lips. I pulled my hair back with a band and started to lick his shaft. His fat cock shuddered as I licked it thoroughly enjoying the feeling of a cock responding to my tongue. My nipples pebbled and my pussy started to fill the small booth with the smells of my juices. The stranger thrust his penis into my lips and I gasped. Within a second his chubby cock was filling my mouth and I was struggling to adapt. At first I couldn't breathe and then I slowly exhaled from my nose and tasted the thickness of his cock on my tongue. Salty precum trailed down my throat as I began to slowly impale my mouth onto his cock. I felt him swell inside of my mouth and heard his groans of pleasure rumble through me. He was cursing, he was going to lose it. And he did. The cock in my mouth started to fuck me. It started to fuck my mouth like it was nothing but a vagina. And I had never felt better. I opened my mouth and worked with him. Hot saliva trailing over his cock as he fucked my mouth. The anonymous cock was fat and the hair ticked my chin as he slammed my face through the glory hole but it was glorious. I felt alive and used and beautiful and so, so, so very slutty. The thick cock pumped into my mouth, bumping into the back of my throat as it started to twitch. Before I could react he was cumming inside of my mouth. The hot thickness of his cum spurting into my mouth and throat. I choked and coughed as my body lit on fire and my head swam. I shuddered as the cock emptied itself into my mouth and slowly withdrew. My mind was drifting, an almost high, and I didn't know what I was doing. Not until I found myself licking and lapping at his cock cleaning it off cum. After a moment the cock withdrew and in a couple of minutes a five dollar bill was slipped through my hole before it was closed. I stared at it with wide eyes. With a stillness I picked it up feeling so very small but never so strong and stared at it. I had just been tipped five dollars for the use of my mouth. My mouth. My mouth that was still full of the taste of the stranger's chubby cock's cum. I felt like a slut, like a whore, and it was the most powerful feeling that I had ever experienced. I paid for extended time and picked another flick. This time an Asian woman being gang banged by numerous men in a nurse outfit. I heard steps outside and a couple of male voices. Within moments the light was on and I was on my knees in anticipation of another cock. This one was smaller but not tiny. It was just more slender and had a curve to it that made me want to suck it like a lollipop. The head was severely dimpled and was fun to slide my tongue over. I smiled and sucked on it until I felt the precum of the strange slender cock on my tongue. I moaned and took him in but he was so long that he slid down my throat and stayed there. I lifted my palm and rubbed the balls in front of me with desperation for movement. In a couple of moments the cock was fucking my mouth slowly. He was enjoying it. Sliding in and out, throbbing ever so softly as my mouth wrapped around and sucked. It delightful and I closed my eyes to concentrate. When the cock was in my mouth I wasn't me anymore. I wasn't Ashley from Pleasantville. I was the mouth, the slut in the video booth, the whore on her knees sucking for cum. I wanted to be a whore, oh god, how I wanted to be a whore. Maybe I could be one, I thought hopefully as the cock began to fuck my mouth faster. I bobbed in time, intent on sucking and fucking this cock like no tomorrow. I wanted the cum from this slender, shaven cock. I wanted the cum shooting down my throat so I could taste the whore inside of me. "Mmmm, please...cum..." I managed to mumble against and around the cock fucking my wet, heated mouth. I slobbered down my chin as I slurped and sucked noisily. One moment he was thrusting and the other there was cum exploding into my throat. Salty, tangy, and dirty...all sliding and dripping inside of me. I swallowed hard but some still mixed with my spit and dribbled down my chin and onto my shirt. "Thank you..." I mumbled over again. The slender cock withdrew and in a couple of moments three dollars was slid over to me along with a note saying that he'd be back tomorrow for movie night and to look for his cock in Theater B if I wanted. I tucked it into my bra along with my other glory hole tips. I barely had time to check my segment money when another cock pressed forward. A man's voice, muffled and rough, echoed through the booths. "Get to it, slut." I scrambled, burning my knees on the ground, and drove my mouth around his cock. It was veiny and looked like a monster. It throbbed angrily into my mouth and he wasn't gentle like the slender cock or eager like the chubby cock. He was pure power and he was fucking my mouth. My mouth. He called me slut and whore and my pussy trembled. I pushed my legs apart and slid my fingers over my swollen, wet clit as my mouth was fucked furiously by the angry, stranger's cock. It did so for over ten minutes. I had to fumble to more time in the machine without letting my mouth falter. He went on another five minutes at the same angry pace. My lips went numb and my voice turned raw as I moaned and groaned through each slam of his vein-y cock. He grunted as he started to swell and tears filled my eyes as he filled my mouth balls deep with pleasure. I couldn't move and I didn't want to move. I wanted the tears. I wanted to hurt for cum. I trembled in anticipation as the first load erupted into my mouth. He growled obscenities through the wall and came so hard that I was choking around his meat. He gave me three strong spurting loads before he quit. He gave me a ten dollar tip and rough. "Good cocksucking skills, whore." Through the muffled wall. I beamed and tucked it away. I waited for a few more minutes but no one came. I silently left the glory hole booths and pulled on my coat and sunglasses with my cum-covered whore's pay tucked safely into my bra. Within moments Donna was over by me asking me how it went. "I saw who went in, you're one lucky girl." She beamed winking. I blushed and left without saying another word...except to tell her that I'd be back the next night. I wanted to go to Theater B.