The Sorority Party [reverse gangbang] [wife age 50+, me age 40+, multiple girls age 20-25]

I woke to a newspaper swatting my head.

“Get your ass over there and tell them girls to turn that damn music down…..or I’m calling the police!”

I sat up groggily, still waking up and trying to figure out just what the hell was going on exactly.

There was a loud, low rumble of music coming from our neighbors. Apparently, it had been enough to wake my wife.

Beverly was more than ten years my senior, and since I was well into my forties, that made her pretty dang old. It didn’t help that I looked incredibly young for my age while her hair had turned silvery white years ago.

Often people mistook her for my mother, and over the years she had begun to act accordingly…..fixing my meals, sending me off to work each morning, and scolding me constantly.

“If you don’t go take care of it, I will!” Beverly snarled.

She would too.

I glanced at her warily.

“Are you sure you want me going over there and trying to break up a sorority party at this time of night…..I mean, walking into a house full of girls?”

The Bucket-List – 01 – Prelude

== Idea: u/eroticstorylover ==

Sarah got off the airplane. She passed customs control without much of a delay, grabbed her suitcase from baggage claim and headed for the exit.

Standing in front of the door, she took a deep breath. She’d made it. Two weeks ago, they had celebrated her 18th birthday, now she was here to scratch one entry from her bucket list: she was in Amsterdam. Alone. She was and adult and she had waited for so long to be. Now she’d make good use of it.

Amsterdam. She could taste a salty hint on her lips, betraying the near North Sea. The decided to take the train from Schipol Airport to the Central Station. She had been told, that public transport was very reliable in the Netherlands and was surprised nonetheless: the train was not only punctual, it was precisely on schedule. On the second. She was in the best of moods, when she left Central Station through the front entrance. She was overwhelmed by the view:

Never A Sure Thing: 21+ [F32/M34] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Cheating] [BBC] [Big Boobs] [Busty] [Cleavage] [Oral Sex] [Impregnation]

I have always loved cocks, dicks, trouser snakes, whatever people called them. I have always loved them since I sucked Billy Madix’s dick under the bleachers.

In my senior year of high school, I must have sucked all the guy’s cocks in my senior class. I could care less what they thought of me or the names the other girls called me. I loved the feeling of a cock in my mouth.

When I went to college, it was no different; I collected cock pics and had a whole folder full of them. I could care less what size, big, small, micro, the giant and massive, I sucked them all. That wasn’t to say I fucked them. No, I was saving that for the best cock of them all, one that could last a full ten minutes of me sucking them off.

Not many guys lasted that long. Hell, most of them didn’t last two minutes. I had gotten good at sucking cocks, I had my own way and secret, and it never failed me.

“Accidentally” getting a guy I liked to walk in on me while masturbating in college [FM]

I (20 at the time) hadn’t been very promiscuous in high school and the first part of college. Some drunken make outs, a few hooks ups, a little just the tip with my HS boyfriend and a couple of others… Maybe it was my wild roommate sophomore year (lots of drugs and I walked in on her having sex in the middle of the day multiple times and she didn’t mind one bit that I saw) but I had a huge crush on a friend of mine and was feeling bold. I wasn’t used to having to make the first move but it seemed like, despite some very flirty convos, he was keeping me in the friend zone.

One late afternoon, he messaged me that he was going to swing by to borrow my Spanish textbook again. I had already been lazily laying around in my bed, in a thong, watching reruns and lightly playing with myself. Got the wild idea to “not see his message” and see if I could tempt him into something more. I pulled out my little vibrator, slipped my thong off and got on my hands and knees, with my ass roughly towards the door. [A few mins later, while I’m lightly rubbing my clit, he barges on in…](https://imgur.com/a/bHJzyfn)

[m] 20 one of my mates had a goal to fuck as many people as she could

So a lot of my story’s happened when I was 18 btw when I was at college.

Anyway so my mate 19 was this big tit goth girl can’t lie had a bit of a thing for her she looked amazing and the whole of the college has seen her nude little keynote.

One day we were just chilling and talking and she told me that she had a list of guys she has fucking and wanted to get it high, to this day I don’t know why she did but I suppose you have to have some goals in life.

So this conversation went on for a while and then out of nowhere she asked me if I wanted to be number 20 and tbh I said yeah as well so we made a plans to meet up at her house on the weekend as her mum was always for 2 weeks so had that house to her self which made things easier.

Also gave me time to get condoms and shit like that

she took an std test to make sure she was clean she was which was good.

Damaged Goods [M+/F] [M30+] [F20] [impact play] [bruised] [nc] [beaten] [torture] [anal] [scat] [collared] [branded]

Note: This is an intense and violent story that is not intended for everyone. If you don’t enjoy the things in the tags, please stop and read something else. For the rest of you, enjoy!

My hand trembled a bit as I sat down in my bedroom, getting ready for my date. I shouldn’t go, not again, not after how the last date went. “Date” was perhaps too strong of a word, I thought to myself, as I looked in the mirror. My black eye had faded to a more ugly yellow and the swelling in my nose was almost completely gone. He had laughed about the swelling giving me a “Jew” nose. It was funny to him. The past few days at work I’d had to use copious amounts of makeup to hide what had been done. Thick lipstick to cover my split lip, eye shadow, coverup, heavy eyeliner. Of course, that was just to hide what was visible from my co-workers.

The bruises under my dress, that was a different matter. Teeth marks on my breasts, bruises, still very purple, hid under my bra. My butt and thighs matched my breasts in marks and color. My male co-workers thought I was jumpy and easy to startle since I often jerked or flinched around them.

How Alice Became A Proud Slut [MFM]

Right up to her late teens, Alice Trellen hadn’t had any luck with boys. She and Lucy, her best friend since primary school, would loiter around the local town centre on Saturday nights. They’d buy useless tat and gossip about who they thought was snogging who, but they both felt outside of the action. To compound matters, Alice had discovered very early in her life that she had a high sex drive so despite her lack of sexual contact, Alice would make herself come two or three times a day wherever and whenever the mood took her. Supply closets, sparsely attended classrooms, the back of an uber. Alice could come anywhere, and she knew that when she found someone to join her she was going to blow their minds.

During the last summer of school, just as Alice turned 18, puberty caught up… with a vengeance. It may have been late, but it came bearing gifts. By the time she returned to school that year, she had a new set of problems: every boy in school staring at the E-cup breasts which had appeared on her barely-five-foot frame.

Birthday Sex [MF]

Alright, like my name implies, I wrote stories mostly for me to remember. This one isn’t super saucy, but had some great visuals that I want to etch in my brain forever!

My recent birthday fell on a weekend, and also aligned with my wife’s cycle so she was in a hornier mood (nice).

During the day on the Saturday, we were able to banter a bit away from the kids while she was [getting dressed](https://www.reddit.com/r/MILFNextDoor/comments/11kgjj6/getting_ready/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3). She found some money in one of her pants that belonged to me, but she wanted to keep it. I joked she could earn it later, but she commented it wasn’t enough. So I doubled the amount and we left in on my bedside table.

She had to go out for a bit with one of our kids, so my mind started to wonder what I could pay her to do. I kept coming back to a toy I bought her but she has yet to use, and also role playing a bit of a stripper experience with “extras”. My wife is better when she takes the lead so I was going to see where she started then nudge things in that direction.

[FM] Drugs make me do such slutty thing, but I can’t remember most of it afterward x)

I went to a costume party with some friends the other night. It was so much fun, I dressed as Jinx because I’m such a basic bitch ^^

I had too much cocktail and weed. And when I so that my ex was here too with some girl, something inside me flipped, and I started to act really slutty and flirty why the guys at the party.

Long story short, I woke up in one of the bedroom, with a headache, barely seeing anything. My mouth was dry and tasted weird, and when I felt that my pussy and ass were sore and dripping. I was like, “Yep, that’s the taste of cock and cum”.

I wanted to move to find something to drink, but I was between two dude that I barely remembered.

They weren’t too bad looking, and when I woke them up, one went to grab me something to drink. I thanked him by sucking his cock and jerking his friend, then went home not walking straight and feeling weak in the legs.

It was a good night.

Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]

Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]

It must suck, attending a university in a state where pot is illegal. Well, at least Shelia (F22) has me.

I (M50) am a horny-ass old biology professor who grows marijuana just outside of town. I won’t sell it because I’d get busted and wouldn’t be able continue my oh-so-important research. But I’m willing to trade for certain goods and services, so to speak.

Shelia and her college pals know very well that the pretty girls go to the front of the line, but it’s not all puppy dogs and ponytails.

Among her group she’s the only one I’ll trade with. The rules are always the same. I get my 15 minutes of pleasure in her butthole, and she gets a Thursday-night’s worth of HQ weed for herself and her friends that would sell for $200.

Naturally, Shelia initially found this idea demeaning, but after her little clique tasted one of my varieties, they wanted more. So she said she’d do it _one last time_. And then again, and again. She insisted to her girls that she hated our backdoor transactions—and yet, each Wednesday night she couldn’t sleep, her mind returning to the thought of trading access to her most intimate and private place with a creep who holds all the power.