Corinna

I'm Corinna. My life story is very simple, but I'll tell it anyway.

When my son Ray was 13, he asked me if he could bring his schoolmates in the afternoons. Not to study, of course, said my dear rascal. I had been masturbating on the kitchen bench as usual, fantasizing that Ray had stuck his cock in my pussy and squirted in during my orgasm. But those were probably just dreams. I got up, put my dress back on, and Ray stowed his cock back in his pants. Okay, I said, on two conditions: first, watch the conceiving days, a child would change or even destroy your life and hers. Second, make sure the girl wants it on her own, there's nothing worse than doing something you don't really want yourself! Ray promised and said with a grin at the end, you can watch us if you want!

I never understood that Ray was a hypnotist. My fantasies of him sticking his cock in my cunt and squirting inside me during my orgasm were often so real that I was very unsure whether it was real or not. He had once been dragged home by a nun, caught trying to bewitch a young girl of the convent boarding school. I protested, my Ray would never do that! He ran the flat of his hand over the nun's face. She glowed in anticipation and rubbed and masturbated his cock to orgasm. Finally she stuck the cock in her pussy and let him squirt inside, grinning shabbily. She left humming happily and I looked at Ray, perplexed. I can do that, of course, the lad muttered slyly.

I always watched Ray and his girls from my hiding place, of course. Some girls were already deflowered or let Ray deflower them with a quick jerk. With these girls he fucked, and only with these. But many other girls were still inexperienced or virgins. They masturbated Ray or themselves, playfully letting Ray masturbate them. It was only while watching that I learned to masturbate like these girls, it worked much faster and the orgasming was more violent than my old way. Ray said if I wanted to I could experience something completely new, I could come to them and the girls wouldn't notice me. I trusted him and went along.

He told the girl to fuck me clit‐to‐clit. Did I hear right? A girl should fuck me? She mounted me, nibbled my clit and her clit until we both had stiff clits and then she laid on top of me. She searched my clit with her clit and pressed hers very firmly on my clit, then she began to fuck me like a man sensitively. And how good that did! I held on to the girl and let her fuck me smiling. She really thrust and fucked me great like a man and my orgasm rose, broke loose and I trembled and wriggled in supreme rapture. In the middle of this rapture I felt Ray's cock enter my pussyhole and he squirted inside. Shaking and gasping during his squirting my orgasm ebbed away. It was wonderful! Since then, I let the girls fuck me hundreds of times and let Ray squirt good‐naturedly into my pussy at the end.

I masturbated usually every afternoon squatting on the kitchen bench, that was my favorite place. Ray had watched with interest from an early age on, and when he could squirt with 8 or 9, I showed him all my private parts and explained everything in detail. Fucking interested him a lot, so I let him fuck x‐times until dinner. He said that this was something very fine! Come to think of it, he did masturbate really hard whenever I squatted in front of him, but I don't remember him jerking off! Maybe it wasn't just in my imagination that he stuck his cock in my hole and squirted? It would not have mattered to me. I used to fantasize that Ray put his cock in my hole and cum, but those were just fantasies, because when I opened my eyes, I was alone.

It was shortly after his father died, we were both grieving for Daddy. I sat at the kitchen table with my 14‐year‐old and was determined to tell him everything honestly from the beginning, he had a right to know.

I had no idea about sex until 17, I began holding Ray's hand tightly, that's when I fell in love with your father and he deflowered me, gently and considerately. I moved in with him and his brother Harry three months before our wedding and knew somehow that I drew a blank with your father. He could only fuck me before I got up when he had a morning wood, never otherwise. He liked to watch me rhythmically tap and dot my crooked clit until I got my orgasm. I couldn't really masturbate then, and I did the tapping and dabbing from a young age on. He fucked me every morning with his morning wood and hurried off to work. I stayed alone with his brother Harry. Probably he watched us in the morning fuck, because when I went to the toilet I saw him masturbating on his bed, that I had seen this many times with my schoolmates. He waved me in and I had to masturbate him. I was very ashamed to do so, but Harry forced me. Then he proceeded to lie on top of me and tried to fuck me. I didn't want to do that to your father and pressed my legs together. He fucked between my labia without being able to penetrate. He squirted wildly and became more insistent every day, penetrating deeper and deeper. I could not resist my horny lust very long and let Harry finally fuck me. I was terribly ashamed to cheat on your father even before the wedding. But it was purely physically wonderful, your father fucked me with his morning wood, I tapped and dotted my crooked, fused clit to orgasm afterwards and then I let Harry fuck me. Your father came home again one morning and caught us fucking. Harry had already fucked me twice and wanted to do it a third time. The father pulled him off me and beat him up terribly. He kicked him out immediately and I think Harry emigrated to Australia. I lied to your father that I had fought back like the Virgin of Toledo, but Harry would have overpowered me and fucked me against my will. Your father was so sweet, he felt very sorry for me and consoled me that Harry had fucked me by force.

I felt how now in the conversation with Ray the horniness rose in me. I stripped off my dress and played with the excited teats of my breasts, while I wanted to tell Ray further. But he asked me to show him the photos and videos that Harry had made of me. I copied them to his smartphone and we watched them together, he became very horny. He looked at my 18 year old self and said I was a very very beautiful girl back then. He looked very closely at my crooked and misshapen clit and I said that was corrected only after you were born. I played with my breasts hornily and excited and went on. A few days after our wedding I visited a vaudeville‐program with the hypnotist Magnussen. He stood by the entrance and greeted me with a handshake as if we knew each other. My memories of that all are pretty vague. I sat in the audience and took off my bra and panties, not knowing why. Then the great magician called me on stage as his assistant Kitty. As you know, I never had pubic hair, my pussy has always been bare and childlike to look at. I was on stage doing everything the great master told me to do. I took off my dress over my head and the audience was allowed to admire my beautiful, large breasts, which did not hang down as far then as they do now. The audience gave thunderous applause for my nakedness and the master escorted me to a divan half covered by a transparent curtain. I lay down on the divan full of anticipation and Magnussen sent me 5 hypnotized men with erect cocks. One by one they fucked me really hard while Magnussen performed his other tricks. But the men were not allowed to squirt in my pussy, they had to pull out their cock at the first cum and finish squirting on my breasts. My fucking on the divan was only visible to those in the audience who had solved an expensive extra ticket. I was so horny from fucking with 5 men, you can't imagine, my little Ray!

I hadn't just been playing with my teats for a long time, I had secretly reached for my clit. I continued to tell excitedly. With my heart pounding and my cunt throbbing, I followed Master Magnussen to the hotel room where he fucked me until dawn. Of course, he did not squirt on my breasts, but inside, really hard and deep inside! I sneaked home and fucked with Dad's morning wood. He never knew that I was fucked backstage for a whole week by 5 different men who got me hot to give all of me to the great magician afterwards. Ray interrupted here. He was probably the hypnotist's kid, he said, and I nodded uncertainly. "I don't know for sure," I replied, "after all, I fucked the Master and your Daddy every day. It could be either of them, but purely on the surface you look more like Magnussen than your father." Ray nodded thoughtfully, "I rather didn't get my special skills from Dad!" I had had a few small orgasms, which I hid from Ray, but I continued to masturbate secretly.

After you were born, the doctor told me she saw how crooked my clitoris was. She could correct it very easily, and she cut away the tight foreskin that was preventing my clitoris from straightening. In the next while, my clit stood as straight as a flagpole, even growing to 2 inches. It was wonderful and soon I could masturbate quite properly like other girls. It also helped a lot when your girlfriends fucked me clit‐to‐clit.

I lay down on the bench, my clit bursting with desire, and I looked down at Ray's firm cock. Daddy was dead, so what the hell! "Come fuck me, really fuck!" I begged Ray, I couldn't take it anymore with horniness. That's when we fucked properly for the first time, and every goddamn day since until he was 28.