It was sort of like a blog about this man's wife. The wife has gone to a costume or halloween party in another state and the husband doesn't go with her. But he decides to go without telling her and dresses up for it. He gets to the party, not recognized, and see's that a lot of the women are dressed really slutty, including his own wife. Eventually he ends up watching his drunk wife, who is roughly around her late thirties, give a blowjob and eventually have sex with a bunch of guys. He also ends up having sex with a few other women. It ends I believe with him watching her have three guys, then a young guy, then the young guys dad, all fuck her one after another, eventually with him not telling her that he had been at the party. I can't find it anymore and idk how else to find it. Good luck and thank you.
Tag: BJ
The Naked Truth, Part 2 [Mf] [inc, preg]
This is a work of fiction, for adults. Nothing written is meant as an endorsement of any sort of real-world behavior, nor should it be taken as such.
This is completely raw and un-betaed so please share any technical errors you find, style suggestions or constructive criticism.
This story contains sexual activity between a brother and his underage sister, if that's not your cup of tea you should probably turn around right now.
Here's Part 1 if you haven't read it yet.
I collapsed back into the couch, my mind awhirl, full of anxious thoughts describing all the ways this could ruin my life. How this could ruin my relationship with my sister, how my parents would kill me over this, how I could end up in prison (to say nothing of the sort of treatment people who got sent in for this sort of thing received). At that moment, I was sure my life was over and without my lust clouding my senses any more it was all I could do to quietly freak the fuck out.
Naughty Neighbors [MF] (Cougar, BJ)
„Oh hi Shirley! So great to see you!“, Lena exclaimed happily when she opened the door.
„I'm great, how are you? How was your weekend?“, her neighbor asked back while hugging her tight.
„It was pretty much the usual family visit, nothing extraordinary. I'll tell you all about it later, but please do come in!“, Lena urged and pulled her friend into the hallway. „You look fantastic, is that a new dress?“
„Yes it is! I'm so glad you noticed. Do you like it?“, Shirley asked and twirled around on her heels.
Lena had to admit, her neighbor looked gorgeous, even though she was already in her forties. Shirley had long legs which emanated from a wide, prolific pelvis and a substantial behind. Her voluminous H-cup breasts weren't constrained by any kind of bra and pushed against the tight cloth of her new summer dress with her lazy chestnut curls almost tickling her profound cleavage. And although she did have a few extra pounds on her hips, they did only make her even more alluring.
In short, Shirley seemed to be the complete opposite of her younger friend. Lena was flat where Shirley was curvy. She had an athletic, well-toned body where the older woman had a juicy, fleshy softness. Lena was several inches shorter and preferred to wear her fair hair in a simple ponytail instead of it falling over her Nordic face. They truly did make an odd couple.
“Scientific Method” [Str8, Les, voy] Comments, please!
Should I bother writing a chapter 2?
Chapter One
It was the opportunity of a lifetime: An expedition with Drs. James and Isabela Salt. Science superstars, they'd made discovery after discovery in the bush, studying animal group behavior all over the world. He, a biologist, she an anthropologist. I'd read plenty of their work on chimpanzees, my area of study in school. I was incredibly lucky they agreed to take me on.
I arrived there just as the sun was coming up, a little groggy from trying to sleep in a bouncing Jeep. The camp consisted of an overlarge tent, which I assumed was for the Salts, and a smaller bivouac that looked to belong Archange and Muteba, the two Congolese men who had driven me there. Dr. Salt smiled and gave me a big hug when I arrived. I was starstruck for a moment, seeing him in person. He was quite handsome and tall, in an angular sort of way. Not nearly as muscular as the Congolese, but with a wiry energy. He had beautiful hazel eyes, and smelled like sweat mixed with some kind of exotic spice.
First Experiences [mt, trans, oral]
I always knew I was different.
I don’t mean that in the way people always do. Everyone was unique in some fashion. I just always knew that I never fit in. That something inside of me was off. That as I developed, I was unhappy with the changes that were occurring, because it was taking me away from what I wish I was. I thought it was just a phase, but as the years passed, I just got more depressed. Other boys were rough, rugged, always playing sports and chasing the girls. And I was none of that. At first, I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t enjoy the things other guys did. I didn’t have any friends, and was terrible at talking with girls. How could I explain to them that I was jealous of the bodies they had, the things they got to do. Deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be a girl, but I hid from this side of myself. I was afraid. They’d call me a creep, I just knew it. And so I turned to the one place where I could go to be what I wanted. In chat rooms and on forums, I was a girl. It was the only bright spot in my life. I could talk to people without fear, without feeling scared for being different. It was a lie, but it was a lie I enjoyed.
[f] [m] [oral] Email I sent my wife at work to get her warmed up for when she returned
You hungrily pull off my pants, throwing them to the side. Your tits are already free, and swing wildly back and forth as you quickly turn back to me. Your hands run up and down the fabric of my boxers, stroking my cock beneath, increasing its length. You grin mischievously as you pull the underwear away and my cock stands at attention, wobbling at its new found freedom. As I lift my ass off the bed to remove the last piece of fabric between us, you lean back and cup your breasts with your hands.
“Do you like my tits?” you coo sensually, and your right hand begins to tease the nipple, circling it. All I can manage is a groan as you lower yourself back to me. My hands are instantly on your chest, groping, squeezing, lightly pinching you tits.
Your tongue, meanwhile, has made first contact with my shaft. You drag your tongue up and down and swirl it around the tip. The sensations are hard to describe, but basically, it’s heaven wherever your tongue touches my cock. Watching you “attack” my cock with abandon turns me on even more. One of my favorite parts of sex is seeing your swirling tongue do what it does best, it’s incredibly hot. As you finally plunge your mouth, engulfing my cock as best you can, I twitch involuntarily inside your mouth.
Making Up For Lost Time Parts 2-3 [fm]
Hey everyone. This is the next part to a story I wrote a few days ago.
I know they start kind of slow and that there isn't much sex, but I'm trying to develop the character of Kim.
These are my first stories so please (please!) leave some feedback in the comments!
-Rick
The next day, Kim did as Alex suggested, and asked out a boy during physics lab. His name was Greg. Scraggly hair, busted glasses. Handsome but shy, and very nerdy. Kim had liked him right away.
"Hey Greg, listen… I was wondering if you have any plans tonight?" she asked as they were putting away books.
"Umm… why?" he answered.
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to go do something? You know… a study date?" said Kim, putting emphasis on the word date.
"Sure. Want to work on the problem set?" Obviously, the emphasis was lost on Greg. So Kim improvised.
"Great! How about my place?"
Greg answered: "umm. I work better at the library. I'm there from 6:00 to 8:20. Anyway, I have to go. If you want help find me on the 4th floor stacks." Greg put on his backpack and left the lab.
GRO Part 7 – Jeni and Bella go shopping [Str8, Mf, huml, oral, prost]
After leaving Adam’s house, Jeni and Bella had gone to the mall. The first order of business was to replace their borrowed clothing. Bella’s improvised shirt-dress looked almost chic, but Jeni looked like a dyke – although that wasn’t a completely inaccurate description, given her recent activities.
But Jeni was a girly-girl at heart and yearned for more feminine attire. She also had a strong desire to deck little Bella and herself out in some clothes befitting two burgeoning sluts.
For Bella, Jeni has chosen the punk/goth clothing store. Soon she had the little latina decked out in black tank top, thigh high fishnets and a red and black plaid schoolgirl skirt. They also found her some calf-high lace-up boots with a four-inch spike heel. Dark red lipstick, black eye-liner and a spiked bondage collar completed the look. They didn’t choose any panties for her, though, so if she bent over in the skirt her ass was plainly visible – both girls agreed this was perfect.
(MF) Glory Stations
At Horrow Park Boys School, they had a problem. Their 18 year old last year students just weren't getting the great standard of grades that the directors wanted them to get in order for the school to retain its place on the league tables.
At a meeting, the senior staff discussed how best to motivate their boys more. They talked about frustration, lack of concentration and most of all a lack of interest in staying longer for revision. Someone pointed out that a great deal of the boys were keen to leave school to go meet their girlfriends, and this not only meant they spent less time in school but left those boys without a girlfriend feeling inadequate and frustrated at their lack of sexual activity.
That was when they decided to install the Glory Stations.
Making way in the computer room by sliding a few old desktops out of the way, they broke down the wall to the common room that the senior boys used. They created a small enclosure with three holes between the common room and the computer room. These were the glory stations, and at first it was decided that all unmarried female teachers under forty should take a half hour slot in the glory stations every day should they wish to keep their job.
The Lesson – (ffm) (oral, mast, swing) – Hannah gets her first lesson in sex.
“He’s not even gonna want to talk to me,” I whined to Callie as she pulled up to the house. Dozens of cars filled the mansion’s driveway, and the booming music could be heard all the way down the block.
“Not with that attitude he won’t,” She responded without missing a beat. Callie was always giving me advice about my attitude. It irked me more than I let her see. Mostly because I knew she was right.
“Fine, he’s gonna be stunned by my dazzling good looks and fascinating conversation and realize he loves me and – “
“Oh, shut up,” she cut me off. “Just try to have fun, Okay?”
“Fine.” I was surprised how easy I was to sway this time. Something about tonight just felt right. With the end of High School approaching, I was starting to feel like it didn’t matter how I behaved, so why not be the boldest version of myself that I could be?