I (34f) was chatting with u/Zacharyman215 (19m) on Reddit. Then we met in person and he fucked me! [FM]

Sometimes you just don’t know what you don’t know. When I first joined Reddit all those years ago, I had no idea why I was doing it or how I would use it. I knew I had a story to tell (about running into “Nick” while I was naked) that I desperately needed to get off my chest and out into the universe; I knew it was a surreal experience for everyone involved, and that it was the stuff of fantasies. I knew I had to share it with those who might appreciate the fantasy brought to life.

I enjoyed parts of the discussion, particularly behind the scenes. I had some great conversations with both men and women in my DMs, as people tried to imagine themselves in the scene, either as myself or as Nick. Some of the conversations got steamy, and some even got a little intimate. But they always fizzled out eventually.

Years went by, with light conversations coming and going, but the substance gradually diminishing. So I posted a story about a friend of my ex, just to change the subject away from Nick. The subject matter changed, but the breezy nature of the conversations didn’t.

Then came Drew. I happened to match with my former student on a hookup app called “Down.” I couldn’t wait to share this scenario with Reddit, and it changed everything! For one thing, I went from feeling like I was doing something shameful, to inviting Drew to my house, fully empowered by the support of Reddit to have sex with him, and vicariously live out everyone’s favorite fantasy of the student fucking his/her teacher. For another thing, it led to a brand new fetish and subsequent set of fantasies about younger (but legal aged, of course) men who were young enough to have been my students. And finally, it completely altered (for the better) my interactions on Reddit. The sex wasn’t great (not that it was horrible either), but the fact that I was able to share it with Reddit made it significantly more enjoyable!

By the time I engaged in a love triangle (of sorts) with James and Ben, I was just as fascinated with the thoughts of fellow Redditors as they were with my adventures. The DMs that used to start with “mmmm I’d destroy your pussy” or “I’m told I have a huge cock, want to see?” now began with more thoughtful conversation-starting questions, compliments on my writing rather than my existence as a three-holed sexual being, and personal anecdotes that related to the topic at hand. It was truly wonderful – but completely unexpected – to experience such fun, interesting conversations on such a frequent basis.

But even as the conversations grew more meaningful, I never expected to think about Redditors as more than intelligent/horny little alien avatars with funny names. I was aware that there is always another human on the other side of the conversation, but never quite processed and acknowledged that. Until I began chatting with a young man from Australia.

The conversation with u/Zacharyman215 started the same as any other conversation: pleasantries, small talk, getting-to-know-you superficial questions mixed in with questions digging for intimate details. But this one didn’t level off the way most conversations had. This thread continued to climb deeper and deeper. We found commonalities, and not just on favorite movies or pizza toppings, but the way we view and experience life. And we also discovered a sexual compatibility that neither of us knew existed.

For instance, he told me about “after care,” a concept that I had never heard of but incorporated into my sex life all along. I had always enjoyed using my entire body affectionately, using naked cuddling in tandem with nurturing kissing to make men feel both cared for and sexualized all at once. For example, I would strip off all my clothes in front of a fully clothed man, straddle him and hug his head against my breasts, or stand beside him and hold his head against my vagina while running my fingers through his hair or across his cheeks while kissing his head. I had no idea what this was called, or that it even had an identifying term, but it was a compulsion of mine that never seemed to mean much to the men.

But Zach taught me what it was as he explained his desire for that type of contact. It was a desire of mine too, and we both shared that the desire is so deep and powerful that not having it is a little bit haunting. It was one example of many where he and I connected so deeply that we could feel the shared emotion through our devices.

The only thing that kept me from fully acknowledging his physical existence was geography; the ocean between us seemed to erode our humanity with waves of salt water. But when his travels brought him within 30 miles of my hometown, it was then that Reddit stopped being a collection of avatars and finally became a gathering of people. And this person would be going silent from the DM conversation and arriving at my house, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, walking with his broad shoulders slightly swinging with each step. Thinking. Seeing. Speaking. Smiling with soft, pillowy lips. The words that came from the DMs suddenly came to life and knocked on my door.

I opened the door and immediately melted into his arms. I could barely speak, and that felt like all we had ever done anyways, so I wrapped myself up in his embrace and kissed him as if we had kissed before, some time ago. He slid his hand down my side as we kissed, finally getting a firm grip on my ass, which made me yelp slightly with surprise.

He is only 19 years old and was a virgin, so when I asked him what he wanted me to wear when he came over, his very innocent answer was “a sundress?” I was happy to oblige, and looking out for his interests on his behalf, I wore nothing under the sundress. His hands exploring my body seemed to notice that the thin fabric was the only thing covering me, so he put both hands under the dress and began to lift it off of me. I raised my arms so he could lift it completely off, and only realized moments later that I was now standing naked with his hands on my sides as we resumed kissing.

His hands slid back down to my ass, which is very sensitive to the touch, so I was well aware of (and aroused by) the amount of time he spend fondling it and squeezing it as we kissed. I started to pull his shirt up to take it off, but he couldn’t pull his hands away from my ass long enough to let me take his shirt off. So I put my hands under his shirt on his lean, smooth chest and ran my hands over it.

Feeling the fluids of my arousal dripping from the ends of my pubic hair and landing on or near my ankles, I knew that the formalities of foreplay wouldn’t be necessary for me, so I diverted my kisses from his lips to his neck, then backed away from him and led him to the bedroom.

As he pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees apart, giving him a view of the prize for him to claim. He finished undressing, settled in between my legs, and continued kissing me. I laid back on the bed, and his head followed mine so the passionate kissing wouldn’t be interrupted. As he leaned forward, I felt the tip of his hard cock make contact with my vagina, so I reached down and guided it inside me.

We both gasped at penetration, breaking off our lip lock as the pleasure flooded our bodies. My reaction scared him, thinking that he was hurting me (this was his first time so a woman’s gasps and moans with a contorted facial expression was more familiar as pain than pleasure), so he started to back out of me. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him back in, this time sliding all the way inside as deep as he could go. I moaned again, making sure to moan his name and manage a “that feels so fucking good” through gasps in my breathing.

He tried to go back to kissing me as he held his pulsing cock in place inside me, but I was unable to close my mouth to kiss back as my body filled with sexual ecstasy, so he turned his attention to my breasts. He grabbed one with each hand and squeezed, adding equal parts pleasure and discomfort to my experience, so I reached up and pulled his face down to my breasts. “Focus on my nipples, baby,” I said.

He flicked and nibbled on my nipples like an experienced sex veteran – first the left, then the right, then back to the left – as he started gently rocking his hips back and forth. I relaxed my legs, freeing him from their grasp, and he pushed himself up for a better view of the woman beneath him who was absorbing his virginity.

Slightly off balance, he thrust into me once much harder than he had before, noticing two things of particular interest to him: 1) the thrust caused me to throw my head back and moan a quiet “oh fuck!,” and 2) the thrust made my breasts jiggle. He pulled back gently, then thrust forward into me, successfully duplicating the responses. So he did it again, and again, and again.

Already nearing orgasm, I lifted my right leg and hooked my knee over his bicep, then did the same with my left leg. He instinctively leaned forward, pushing my legs back and spread further apart, which he seemed to like as much as I did. His feeling of power and dominance led to harder thrusting which, combined with the new angle of entry and ability to penetrate deeper, had me moaning loud until the orgasm finally took over my body. I turned onto my side, curling up as my muscles tensed. He slid out of me as a result, so he crawled off the bed to watch me as I quivered orgasmically.

The orgasm died down, so I rolled back onto my back with my legs spread once again. He put a hand on each of my hips and pulled me towards him. I reached down, grabbed his thick, hard cock, noticing that it felt like it was ready to explode, and I guided it back into my vagina.

I raised my right leg and crossed it over my body so I was laying on my side, my right leg on top of my left leg. I told him to spank me, which he did multiple times as his thrusting motion became more powerful than rhythmic. He watched as the ripple from each thrust made its way across my ass and hip, all the way up through my breasts.

As he settled back into an uptempo rhythm, he tucked one hand between my thighs and the other under my ass, giving himself a powerful grip to pull me into each thrust. I felt another orgasm building inside me, sending low rumbles of pleasure from my uterus down my legs, and up through my torso into my upper body. My breathing got shallow and I noticed myself letting out small yelps with each thrust.

On the verge of orgasm, I focused on his presence to give me the final release. I heard a familiar breathing pattern from him as his breathing became more audible, and noticed that his thrusting was faster, but without a discernible rhythm. I quickly crossed my leg back over in front of him, with my legs now spread wide in front of him again. Just as I was overcome with my own orgasm, I felt him slip out of me just in time to shoot his load across my vulva – oozing into my pubic hair – and onto my abdomen.

As we panted in both exhaustion and satisfaction, we regained mental clarity and I told him he should take a picture of his first penetrative sex-induced load. He grabbed his phone from his jeans pocket, and took several pictures of me, legs spread, wearing nothing but his semen between my legs.

As he admired his photographic work, I moved to the head of the bed, wiped myself off with a tissue, and laid back down with my legs spread and knees bent. I signaled with my finger for him to come join me. He crawled back in between my legs, and I guided his head between my breasts, locking him into a full body hug by crossing my legs together at the ankles. As I sweetly stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head, we discussed the sex we had just enjoyed until we both fell asleep, waking up several hours later for round 2.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qocvlh/i_34f_was_chatting_with_uzacharyman215_19m_on