I was masturbating thinking of fucking a stranger at a party.. then I was invited to one.[FM]

I had been back home from college, and my mother being super Catholic meant I absolutely couldn�t hook up with anybody at my home, and where we live there are just a bunch of old creeps anyways. (Don�t get me wrong, I�m a slut for an age gap, but these guys were truly creeps.) So instead, I masturbated, a lot.

I go through phases of the fantasies I cum to, and I just couldn�t get the thought of fucking somebody at a party and having their cum in me out of my mind, it was all a masturbated to for weeks. Then, my friend from college invited me to her birthday party, and I knew that was my opportunity.

I put on the most flattering outfit I had which happened to be a romper that showed off my 40DDD tits and accentuated my hips to make my ass look bigger than it is. For my pajamas, I packed a satin set that had a cropped, low-cut top and short shorts to match that had slits on either sides all the way up to the bands. Truly, these lingerie/pajamas were almost like wearing nothing.

Roommates Story – Ch 4 (Cougar, Gamer Girl, MFF, Hot Tub, Underwater BJ, Public, Slutty Roommate/s)

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Sometimes my job is really tough. There are long hours and you’re mostly working alone. When I do well, nobody cares or really knows. But if I screw up, it’s like the gates of hell opened up and I’m holding on for dear life not to get sucked in. The point is… sometimes I’m really glad our apartment complex has a pool area with a top-quality jacuzzi.

When your hands are worn out and you’re having back trouble from being in one place for hours of the day, the warm blasts of water from a hot tub are just what the doctor ordered. So after some work was done, and I could cut loose, I found myself inside the elevator, wearing an old shirt, swim trunks and a backpack with my phone and other essentials.

The vacation part 6 [m][f][f]

Later that evening after resurfacing, we are all having dinner together as a group. I watch as Tom leans in towards my wife, “how was the rest of your night?”
“It was amazing,” she says with kind eyes. I find out later in that “kind exchange” she threatened him to keep quiet or he would regret it. My wife is beautiful and kind and dangerous, she threatened poors horny Tom that she would tell Sandy he tried to fuck Amy, and that Amy would corroborate the story. He wasn’t as interested in Amy’s exploits after that.
The last few days of the cruise were filled with debauchery, amazing sex and laughs. We were all sad for the break from regular life to end, but there we were heading toward the inevitable ending on our way to the airport. Amy and my wife in the far back of the van, my daughter, mother-in-law and I in the middle and Tom and Sandy took a separate uber. My daughter takes it as her opportunity to have my undivided attention and catch me up on all the adventuring she accomplished with her grandma.
My phone goes off, it’s a text from my wife, an image of Amy’s tits pulled out of her shirt and a message for me to not turn around. I cough caught off guard and receive another text, this time a picture of my wife sliding her thong to the side and spreading her pussy open. I text back “unfair”, then hear them laughing behind me as if Amy told some hilarious joke. The pictures continued all the way to the airport.
It took me a second to get out of the van but as I did I felt a small tug on pants and that something was in my back pocket. I pulled it out and realized it was two pairs of thongs just as my mother in law turned around asking if I got everything from the van. “Yep got it all” I reply quickly shoving them back in my pocket before she realizes what the soft fabric really is. “Just dropped a napkin is all.” I see the girls doubled over laughing with our luggage.

My life and sexual stories as a small town Indian girl [MF][MMF]

I’m an ordinary Indian girl from the state of West Bengal. As expected my family was extremely conservative when it comes to love at the school age, so forget about sex. My whole school life was in a girl only school, so I was little bit shy to talk with boys.

After the school ended, I came to the city I dreamt about, Kolkata for my college life. I put more effort to studies so that at the end I could find a job, so there was so time for romance. There were plenty of boys in my college who used to love me secretly. I’m really good looking with an attractive body which would make any man hard. But I didn’t care the attention that time.

My engineering ended, and I got a job.. yayyy. Now my life was stabled, so I thought of starting my sexual life.
I was in touch with one of mate who was my crush throughout my college as he was the topper and very sharp. One fine evening we went for drink, we drank so much and came to my place to sleep.

“Rickie and the Bull”

The place was an old Victorian flat in the heart of the French Quarter. Dark oak walls and ceilings, with expensive furnishings all around. This was a big change from the living environment Rickie was accustomed to. He’d slept outdoors with his group of gutter-punk friends the night prior.

Naked, Rickie stepped into a library off the main hallway. Across the large room, stood an eighteen-by-eighteen foot wall full of shelved books. From top to bottom, stood a rolling ladder on wheels. Two comfortable chairs, with a table, sat on a round expensive throw-rug in the middle of the room. A single small lamp, tassels hanging from the lampshade, dimly lit the library.

On the table, Rickie noticed a square crystal carafe, with a large ball corking the top. Inside the vessel, was what he assumed to be brown liqueur. He went over, hands shaking – pulled the cork loose and turned the square bottle up. After two large gulps, Rickie returned the cork. As he set the carafe back down, his head shook his head violently at the assault from the bourbon.

Clementina, Part XV [extreme, erotic horror, body horror, monster, tentacle, transgender, anal, lactation, MFFFFFFF, incest (m/s)(m/d)(s/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, TENTACLES, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders.

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them.

This begins immediately after Part XIV ends.

Thank you!

Clementina, Part XV

Chapter 3: Metamorphosis (continued)

My mother put her hands on my shoulders as I stared at my female body in the mirror – female except for the monster meat stick still hanging between my thighs. New sensations rolled through me, new feelings, new thoughts. What the fuck.

The vacation part 5 [m][f][f]

The vacation part 5

At formal night everyone is dressed to the nines. My Wife and Amy are both in gorgeous gowns. Amy’s green dress accentuates her curves and complements her eyes although it’s hard to keep my eyes on her face with her big tits almost falling out of the neckline of her dress. My wife is in a strapless knee-length dress with sequins highlighting her bust, her tits aren’t as big as Amy’s though they are more perky, my wife’s ass is perfectly round filling out the curves of the dress that hugs and skims her soft skin effortlessly. I unabashedly stare at them both thinking how much I love how her ass looks in a throng.
I casually walk behind them so I can admire them both feeling myself starting to get hard as I think about what happened in my room earlier. All of the sudden I look up and realize we are at the restaurant with the rest of our travel group and are being shown to our table. We sit down for dinner and my daughter sits between my wife and I. We begin to look over the menu and out of nowhere my daughter looks up and asks, “Dad, why does Amy always sit next to you?”

The Valley of Love – Chapter 1-3 [Summer Love][Masturbation]

>Dear readers,
>
>The following is the chapters 1-3 of a short novel I am writing. Inspired by the beautiful environment of the Song Köl alpine lake, I invite you to follow along this adventure of self-discovery and ephemeral summer love. [Here](https://imgur.com/Hl05ShI) is the cover if you wish to picture better this story’s setting.
>
>As always, you are more than welcome to leave a comment, suggestions or criticisms.
>
>Layli ♥

# The Valley of Love

## Chapter 1: The Wind

I was looking through the window, focusing on the road unravelling under us. The ground constantly renewed, creating the impression of a looping abstract work of art in ocher, grey, and green tones. The fear that had taken up residence in my chest clung to the steep cliffs that lined the road as if it was trying to make me believe that this danger was the one I was worried about.

While the fear of death certainly bothered me, it was also somewhat reassuring. There is an immediacy in death that offers comfort in the face of the unknown I was about to face, the unknown which already surrounded me with its dark veils and unintelligible sounds. My hands were shaking, first because of the growing vibration from the road, and then because the fear in my stomach was creeping into my extremities as if my whole body was struggling between staying put or running away.

He said suck as many dicks as I want… [FMM]

Up to this point my husband and I hadn’t played separately. It hadn’t even come up. I had plans to go out with my friend Becky. I started getting frisky as I got ready. I went over to my husband and told him I wanted to be a bad girl when I went out. He laughed and said, “But you’re going out with Becky, I doubt she likes to get that wild”. I pushed him down in a chair, dropped to my knees, pulled his pants down and started telling him about Becky in college. I worked his cock in my mouth slowly, stopping to tell him how I watched Becky get spit roasted on a couch, in the middle of party, by two guys she just met. I teased his dick and told him that if he let me be bad, I’d do anything he wanted. That didn’t work. He grabbed my head and fucked my face hard. He reminded me that I do what he wants already and by the end I was begging him to fuck my face harder and let me have his cum. After I got my reward he said, “you can be bad, but I have three conditions 1) you be honest and tell me everything 2) you send me videos 3) you don’t fuck anyone without my express permission, suck as much dick as you, but no fucking”.

[FFFF] White girl turned into Chicanas’ pet

Riley’s dad had gotten a giant promotion that came with the catch of relocating to a new city. Riley wasn’t too happy about moving and leaving all her friends behind but the opportunity was too good and her parents insisted on it. On top of which Riley’s mom had way too much time on her hands and came up with the idea of putting Riley in a public school. She had been in private schools all her life and her mother thought it was a good idea for her to get some experience with public schooling, even if it was just for her last year of high school.

Riley stepped through the threshold of the front door and was immediately disappointed. No longer were there the clean white tiles and spotless rows of lockers with neatly dressed students. The tiles were white but they seemed to have a thin layer of permanent dirt on top of them. There were rows of lockers but a lot of them were chipping paint or mangled in some way. The students were all dressed haphazardously in all different colors and shapes, which would normally be a good thing if half of them didn’t look like hooligans. The slight scent of mildew hung in the air and tickled her nostrils. She knew she would not be having a fun time here and cursed her mother for this stupid idea. It was too late to make a change so she’d just have to stomach it and keep her head down for the year.