Catering For A Stag Do Chapter 5
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BethAnn stood in shock, unable to understand how something so beautiful as this albino stag she was staring at could ever kill anything, let alone a man. Colin saw that confusion in her eyes through the gray light of early morning and was about to explain. But he remembered why they'd come in the first place, and if the two didn't get to the prone figure laying in the middle of the meadow, their trip would be for nothing. Now having a confirmed direction in their search, Colin crept over...
Dave walked in the front door, having just arrived home from a rather tedious day at work. He was greeted by Trish, as she stood up from the computer desk and pecked him on the cheek.“Dinner should be just about ready. Go get that suit off,” she said, spinning around and heading into the kitchen.---Dave and Trish had been married for sixteen years. He was twenty-seven when they met at a dress-up party. He had gone along dressed as a chef, whereas Trish was dressed as a policewoman. She had...
Wife LoversI was so wasted, we'd been drinking since 5.00pm and had been to so many bars and clubs I'd lost count. But here we were back at my house with the stag (Richard), the best man (my older brother, Paul), Leo, Ian, Curtis and of course myself. I suppose I had better tell you a little history before I recount the events of the night and what followed. So I'm Ben (or Benny to the family), a 20 year old guy with a twin with sister and a 23 year old older brother. My sister Suzy is away...
I lay on the bed exhausted and Jane makes me promise not to say a word to Dave about what she had just told me. It wasn’t gonna be hard as I was heading back home in the morning and probably won’t see Dave for a while. All this happened eighteen months ago and I have been following Janes exploits on fab all this time, her verifications confirm she is still being a filthy cum loving slut. I’m heading back to Leeds this weekend for Dave’s stag weekend I have messaged Jane suggesting we could meet...
I lay on the bed exhausted and Jane makes me promise not to say a word to Dave about what she had just told me. It wasn't gonna be hard as I was heading back home in the morning and probably won't see Dave for a while.All this happened eighteen months ago and I have been following Janes exploits on fab all this time, her verifications confirm she is still being a filthy cum loving slut.I'm heading back to Leeds this weekend for Dave's stag weekend I have messaged Jane suggesting we could meet...
I am lucky enough to have two daughters and apart from the expense of the weddings it meant two Stag parties. My eldest daughter married her dream man a few years ago and I have already written about the events surrounding his stag party. It was now the time for my youngest daughters wedding so the best man arranged a stag weekend away in a big city well known for stag and hen parties. We set off on a Friday morning for a three day booze fest and arrived at our hotel mid afternoon. We all...
Stag. Hen. Stag and Doe. Stag and Hen. Hag. All names for the Bachelor and/or Bachelorette Party. The famous last night of Freedom before the wedding. Filled with sins. Drinking, smoking, strippers and other erotic entertainments or perhaps more, and other sinful delights which one tries to get out of their systems before they wed their beloved. If things go as plan, a night of fun with no harm. However, they don't always go according to plans. The plot to so many stories and movies, is the...
NOTE this is a story forwarded to me a few years ago I thought you might enjoy. I've always been lucky in having a big circle of interesting friends andacquaintances, with many sub-groups with whom I spent afternoons andevenings playing around. One such sub-groupwas, for all intents and purposes, a bunch of guys. I was about 19 atthe time of this story, fresh out of high school the year before. I wasbetween boyfriends (luckily, for me).I was one of two women in a group of eight who liked to get...
I am lucky enough to have two daughters and apart from the expense of the weddings it meant two Stag parties. My eldest daughter married her dream man a few years ago and I have already written about the events surrounding his stag party.It was now the time for my youngest daughters wedding so the best man arranged a stag weekend away in a big city well known for stag and hen parties.We set off on a Friday morning for a three day booze fest and arrived at our hotel mid afternoon. We all washed...
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Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the dead man’s guilty blood, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a good fistful of Javier’s curly black hair, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so...
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Vixen cuddled in the dean's arms, sniveling and purring. He had pleasured her deeply with his tongue and then anointed her savaged vulva with soothing ointment, paying special attention to her bruised veneris mons and enlarged labia. Vixen wriggled and spread herself open for him as he made tutting sounds with his tongue. "Who did this to you?" asked the dean, severely disappointed that his usual Friday sex partner was in no condition for their games. His cock was rock hard and well down...
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After addressing the guys in the lounge, Dave left them to find their way to their rooms. He shut the bedroom door behind him and moved to Trish on the bed. She was lying on her side still and wouldn’t look into his eyes. She had spunk all over her face, in her hair and down her legs, much of it sprayed over her stockings. He leaned forward, removed her shoes, undid the suspender belt, and proceeded to roll the stockings down her legs.Trish looked up and saw the remains of anger on Dave’s...
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I really still don't know why, to this day, i said i would go with Ross to the Stag night. It was probably one of my more stupid decisions in life!!I'd met Ross a couple of times before, mostly at the S Club in Merton. Ross was about twenty three, really good looking, and loved the whole cross dressing scene but didn't dress himself and described himself as an ardent 'admirer'. He'd approached me at the bar one night and we'd got talking. Although I was much much older than him it only seemed...
Part 2 - The Prelude - A Halloween story So, before I go on with the account of the Stag night, I suppose I had better give you a little more background and fill you in with the events of Halloween some few months prior to the night being described. This wasn't my first time dressed, as I mentioned, but neither was Halloween. You see having a twin sister, especially one with an evil mind, meant that I spent as much time growing up as a boy as I did a girl. By the time Suzy and I were...
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