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blueballs
10-18-2006, 07:43 PM
*Have you had sex with a friend's sister/brother or mother/father?

You had to be friends with them before you had sex with their relatives

SLAG
10-18-2006, 07:47 PM
Not Me- but three of my very good friends did "Poke in the Meat Curtians"- On our Other VERY good friend's Mom-

she was ok but when she got drunk she would spread the cootchie for any dingle dangle that entered the room- and she got drunk VERY often-

I had to turn down her advances- only because i wasnt going there after knowing exactly where my other buddys had been :Lin:

blueballs
10-18-2006, 07:50 PM
I had sex with a friends sister
we were both over 18
still felt guitly

Marcellus
10-18-2006, 07:57 PM
Long story short, I won't give details of a long, long time ago but.....

Did a friends mom and sister (not at the same time,not even close). I must add both were very good looking.

ENDelt260
10-18-2006, 08:01 PM
I ****ed the younger sister of my big bro in the fraternity. Following this, my other fraternity brothers would not let me meet their sisters.

Spott
10-18-2006, 08:08 PM
I did my sister's Mom once. She was pretty hot for an older chick.

kcfanintitanhell
10-18-2006, 08:40 PM
I did my Mom's sister once. She was pretty hot for an older chick.

blueballs
10-18-2006, 08:45 PM
that was sick

I guy meets a whore in a motel room
pays extra for her specialty
she will sing while giving head
if the lights are out

out go the lights
but you can see her head going up and down
then she starts singing
the words clearly understood

he reaches over and turns on the lamp

there on the night stand is a glass eye

ChiTown
10-18-2006, 08:47 PM
I did my Mom's sister once. She was pretty hot for an older chick.

You ****ed your Aunt? Dude! That's so incredibly f'd up, I can't even put it into words.

Count Alex's Wins
10-18-2006, 08:48 PM
Yeah. Details?

Jenny Gump
10-18-2006, 08:49 PM
I gave a friend's stepbrother a happy ending when I was about 15. Does that count?

ENDelt260
10-18-2006, 08:53 PM
I like how ChiTown isn't disturbed by the dude f*cking his own mother, though.

Count Alex's Wins
10-18-2006, 08:58 PM
http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/6347/dadcp3dd2.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

siberian khatru
10-18-2006, 09:09 PM
I did my sister's Mom once. She was pretty hot for an older chick.

Wait a minute ...

(... carry the 1 ... add 5 ...)

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

FAX
10-18-2006, 09:10 PM
Save Our Sisters!!!

FAX

jiveturkey
10-18-2006, 09:12 PM
This thread rocks!

boogblaster
10-18-2006, 09:34 PM
did 2 daughters one time in front of both parents..they just rolled their eyes and said mooooooooooooo..........

Simplex3
10-18-2006, 09:42 PM
I like how ChiTown isn't disturbed by the dude f*cking his own mother, though.
Technically it could be a stepmom, though the thought of following in dad's footsteps brings up issues of it's own.

Raiderhader
10-18-2006, 10:01 PM
There are some rather disturbing posts in this thread.....

Smed1065
10-18-2006, 10:09 PM
I notice that people are reading every one of them tooooooooooooooooooooo......

blueballs
10-18-2006, 10:18 PM
redrum did his friends grandmother
while his friends grandpa did him

Frazod
10-18-2006, 10:18 PM
Does my ex-wife count as a friend? :hmmm:

Raiderhader
10-18-2006, 10:27 PM
Does my ex-wife count as a friend? :hmmm:



That would depend on wether or not the incident took place before or after the label "ex" was given to her.

Frazod
10-18-2006, 10:32 PM
That would depend on wether or not the incident took place before or after the label "ex" was given to her.

Before, but honestly, I never really liked her all that much. :D

Her sister, on the other hand......

Amnorix
10-19-2006, 07:41 AM
Frazod's post brings this to mind. Only slightly related, but an amusing read if you haven't seen it before:



"Dear Susan : I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says... "There's no one like you, Susan."

I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Ithaca Bar and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Jugs you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Susan? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I Don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little.

Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some ****ling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Susan, to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you.

Jesus, Susan, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met in Upper Side last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. 'Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Susan ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex aid."

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general. She’s pulling for us to get back together, Susan, She really is.

So we're drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.

And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing and that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?

It's true, Susan. In your heart you know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know, otherwise, can you let me know where the remote control is.

bkkcoh
10-19-2006, 07:48 AM
I ****ed the younger sister of my big bro in the fraternity. Following this, my other fraternity brothers would not let me meet their sisters.


Is it just me, or is this not hard to believe at all !!!!


:p

StcChief
10-19-2006, 09:25 AM
Does doing both sisters count?

MichaelH
10-19-2006, 11:21 AM
I had sex many times with a good friends older sister. It started when I was a freshman in college. She is 4 years older than me. When my friend found out, he was really pissed. I didn't understand it at the time as she was a grown adult. Why is it that males hate the thought of their sisters getting wet and sloppy?

ChiTown
10-19-2006, 11:33 AM
Does doing both sisters count?

Only if it was your penis (and not a plumbing snake), and they were both "alive" at the time of actual penetration................

luv
10-19-2006, 11:38 AM
I had sex many times with a good friends older sister. It started when I was a freshman in college. She is 4 years older than me. When my friend found out, he was really pissed. I didn't understand it at the time as she was a grown adult. Why is it that males hate the thought of their sisters getting wet and sloppy?
That's a good question. My older brother always seemed more protective of me in that area than my parents were. Anytime I'm seeiing someone, all he wants to talk to me about is when he gets to meet them. No one I've seen has ever met my brother.

He had a friend of his who was interested in me one time. I really liked this guy too. He would never ask me out because he was afraid of what my brother would say/do. Puzzy.

siberian khatru
10-19-2006, 11:39 AM
I had sex many times with a good friends older sister. It started when I was a freshman in college. She is 4 years older than me. When my friend found out, he was really pissed. I didn't understand it at the time as she was a grown adult. Why is it that males hate the thought of their sisters getting wet and sloppy?

That's why I can't shake by brother-in-law's hand. I just know it's been in my sister's quim.

Easy 6
10-19-2006, 11:40 AM
Frazod's post brings this to mind. Only slightly related, but an amusing read if you haven't seen it before:



"Dear Susan : I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says... "There's no one like you, Susan."

I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Ithaca Bar and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Jugs you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Susan? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I Don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little.

Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some ****ling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Susan, to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you.

Jesus, Susan, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met in Upper Side last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. 'Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Susan ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex aid."

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general. She’s pulling for us to get back together, Susan, She really is.

So we're drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.

And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing and that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?

It's true, Susan. In your heart you know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know, otherwise, can you let me know where the remote control is.
That is a RIOT.....Thanx ROFL

StcChief
10-19-2006, 12:29 PM
Only if it was your penis (and not a plumbing snake), and they were both "alive" at the time of actual penetration................
Then it counts...they weren't happy when they found out (conversing with each other later) I did them both.

What's the saying Candy's dandy...Liquor is quicker.
:p

Predarat
10-19-2006, 01:28 PM
I haven't but I coulduv, I really shoulduv and wish I woulduv. If I could go back, i'd hit it like theres no tomorrow!