Author: ajg121188

Licking her pussy for the first time [MF]

The first part of this story is available to read here:
 https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5tg6n/my_first_proper_blowjob_mf/

‘It’s my turn now,’ she said.

I was feeling very eager to please. I had been nervous about our first proper sexual encounter but now that I had come I could feel my confidence levels rising.

‘Get off the bed and stand up,’ I said. She looked at me with one eyebrow raised and a cute smile on her face. But she didn’t protest.

I sat on the bed my back up against the wall.

‘Take off your clothes,’ I said. She did as she was told, removing her top and jeans. She was wearing a black bra and thong.

Her body was hot. She wasn’t thin but she was strong. Her muscular thighs had my cock twitching at the prospect of having them wrapped around me.

She stood there in front of me, lust raging in her eyes.

I shuffled to the edge of the bed and beckoned her towards me. Her toned stomach was directly in front of me but it was the sweet scent of her pussy that was making my senses tingle. Read more »

My first proper blowjob [MF]

‘Lie down,’ she whispered gently in my ear.

We had been standing up and making out since I had walked through her bedroom door ten minutes earlier.

I felt nervous. We had been seeing each other for a couple of weeks and the sexual tension was high but apart from a few fumbles and lots of kissing we hadnt really taken things to the next level. It looked like tonight would be the night.

I did as she said, lying down on the bed. She got on her knees and moved slowly up the bed, before kissing me again.

‘Take off your shirt,’ she commanded.

I did as I was told and she kissed gently down my body until she made it to the top of my jeans.

I was now rock hard and could literally feel the pre cum leaking out of my cock.

‘Just relax…’ she said.

This was the first time I had ever been really intimate  with someone I cared about.

I’d had a couple of one night stands before I came to university but nothing of any consequence and not with girls that really meant anything to me. Read more »

[MF] Honeymoon sex and a ruined orgasm

I wrap my towel around my waist and open the bathroom door. She is waiting for me, in a sexy black lacy outfit. My new wife isn’t particularly body confident (though she definitely should be) but I can see wearing this outfit has made her feel sexy as hell.

I feel my cock literally spring to attention and I drop my towel and walk over to her. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, gently at first but then more greedily.

She moans softly and I can feel the heat coming off her body as she takes my cock in her hand.

We stand there for a while just making out before she leads me over to the bed and pushes me down on it. I make myself comfortable  and lie back with my hands behind my head.

She laughs at my relaxed pose and then starts kissing me gently all over my body, pausing to occasionally gently bite one of my nipples which she knows drives me crazy.

She flirts around  my cock, getting close enough for me to feel her warm breath and then I watch in awe as her tongue flicks out and slides tantalisingly up my shaft. Read more »

[MF] Painting a blank canvas

I wake up, my head pounding.

I open my eyes. I’m in the spare bedroom. That can’t be good.

I wonder what happened last night.

In truth I can’t even remember getting home. The last thing I remember is being in the bar.

I open my phone.

No messages.

I hear my girlfriend moving around in the room next door.

Dare I get up?

I get up and bump into her on the landing.

‘How are you feeling?’ she asks me, her tone somewhat frosty.

‘Rough,’ I admit.

‘I’m not surprised,’ she replies.

She tells me she is going to get us some breakfast.

I might have got away with this I think to myself.

A shower is in order.

As the warm water hits me I immediately start to feel better.

And like so often when I am hungover I start to feel horny.

My cock is hard and I think.

Fuck it why not.

I apply some shower gel and proceed to rub one out, the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm temporarily relieving my headache. Read more »

Blowjob from a stripper [MF]

I was at university the first time I ever went to a strippers. It was never something that had really appealed to me but like any guy after the first time I was keen to go again.

During this period of my life I lived with a lovely guy (we are still in touch now nearly a decade on) who was incredibly inexperienced with women.

I thought I would take him to a strip club for some fun. I thought I would help him get out of his shell a bit.

As we walked down to the place I told him to stay cool. I told him to walk in and buy a drink and take your time choosing. There was no rush.

We walked in and headed straight to the bar where I bought us a couple of ridiculously overpriced bottles of beer and sat down, taking in our surroundings.

It was quiet in there (it always was) and there were probably only 10 other guys in there.

I saw a girl make a beeline for us straightaway and before I knew it my friend was off, a massive grin on his face and not playing it cool at all. Read more »

Me [M] fingering ex-girlfriend [F] to dangerous multiple orgasm while driving.

One thing you should know about my ex-girlfriend was that she was a whiny bitch. There were times when she would be shouting and screaming at me and I would genuinely have absolutely no idea what I had done to offend her. Which was the main reason we only lasted nine months.
However she was fucking dynamite in the sack and was so easy to make come it was almost ridiculous. I’ve never known a girl before or since who I could get off so easily. In our short time together we covered the whole board of sexual experience. Blowjobs, handjobs, titty-fucking, cumshots, squirting, pussy licking, fingering, anal, rimming. If only she hadn’t been such a colossal pain in the arse.
The main reason I was prepared to put up with her when she was moaning about my latest so called indiscretions was because I knew it would only be a matter of time before we would be having dirty sex again.
This story isn’t particularly dirty but was undoubtedly dangerous and highlights how much she loved getting off.
We were in the car one day and she was driving. I was sat alongside her in the passenger seat. I can’t remember what we were arguing about (this was nearly ten years ago now) but one thing I can remember is her shouting at me loudly.
I sat and looked out the window as her angry words washed over me. I looked down at my hands. My fists were clenched and I noticed were shaking silently in anger. Eventually it became too much for me.
“Will you just shut the fuck up?” I shouted.
She went silent, momentarily stunned at my outburst before she continued her diatribe.
“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that,” she shouted back.
“I’ll talk to you however I want you little bitch.”
Again she went silent. It was rare that I talked back to her. Most of the time I just couldn’t be bothered. She turned her eyes back to the road as the traffic light turned green.
“What is wrong with you?” she asked.
“What’s wrong with me?” I replied incredulous. “You’re what’s fucking wrong with me.”
“If you’re so unhappy why don’t you do something about?”
She would often do this. Dare me to break things off with her in impossible situations. Like I was just going to break up with her while we were driving along in the middle of a main road.
“I will fucking do something about it.”
“Go on then,” she taunted.
To this day I don’t know why I did it. She was driving along at 50mph with cars either side of us.
I leant across and ran my hand across her crotch.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me,” she responded.
“You love it you bitch. I can already tell you’re wet as fuck down there.”
I got no response and moved my right hand back across to her. I undid the top button of her jeans to make it easier to slide my hand down the front and ran my hands across the front of her thong. As I suspected she was already warm and moist.
She moaned quietly.
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” I said as I moved my hand inside her underwear and started playing with her clit.
She was really groaning now. She loved it when I played with her clit. I rubbed faster now as I could feel the juices leaking out of her pussy. Her head rocked back against her seat and she closed her eyes and let out a long groan.
“Keep your eyes on the fucking road,” I admonished.
“I’m going to come,” she said.
“Come for me you little slut.”
She obliged, bucking against the chair as she barely managed to keep her hands on the wheel and her foot on the accelerator. I could feel her wetness seeping all over my hand and the car smelt of her juices.
Her breathing was heavy and I stopped momentarily to give her a chance to get her breath back.
Then I started to tease her again.
“Please don’t…” she said quietly.
“Quiet,” I demanded. I was more aggressive this time. She could have multiple orgasms relatively easily and I knew I had her in the palm of my hand here. Literally.
She liked it when I was rough and she was crying out loudly now. How she was still managing to drive I had literally no idea. I felt her squirt in her knickers as she came for the second time. My hand was soaking.
As she pulled up at some traffic lights I noticed her jeans were now visibly soaking wet. I was rock hard and desperate to fuck her but still hadn’t forgiven her for her earlier outburst.
“Look how wet your jeans are you miserable little slut,” I taunted her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You don’t get to be sorry,” I responded. “Your punishment isn’t over yet.”
And I went back to work. This time I went slower. I knew she was exhausted and I was now conscious that she could probably crash the car if she lost control. I worked my fingers around her pussy more slowly now, exploring every inch of her. My other hand started playing with my cock through my jeans.
She noticed this and moved her left hand off the gear stick and toward my cock.
“You don’t get to touch this, not yet,” I said.
She was groaning again, but this time more softly as I teased more gently and when she came for the third time in less than half an hour, I removed my hands from her now sopping jeans. She was so wet that the moisture had travelled all the way down her jeans to her knees. They were literally soacked through.
“Drive somewhere quiet,” I demanded.
She was quiet now. The last half an hour had left her unable to speak and she had certainly forgotten about the argument that had started all this off.
Eventually we pulled on to a quiet country road and I instructed her to pull over. My own boxers were now sticky with pre cum and I groaned with relief as I undid my belt and buttons on my jeans and released my hard dick.
She moved her hand down to it and started stroking me gently.
“No hands,” I instructed. “Just your mouth.”
She did as she was told and her tongue flickered gently across the head of my penis. I could feel the pre-cum practically leaking out of me now as she took my head in her mouth and sucked gently.
“You taste so good baby,” she said, before swallowing me to the back of her throat. She ignored my no hands rule and used her right hand to gently caress my balls. I decided to let this little indiscretion go.
Her head bobbed up and down on me more quickly now. The occasional car went by but nothing to worry me. She was moaning now as her head bounced up and down on me and it wasn’t long before I could feel my orgasm building.
Normally I would have given her some warning but she was being punished so I didn’t breathe a word. My breathing became heavier as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I felt the come shoot out of my penis and into her mouth. She hadn’t known it was coming but she carried on sucking greedily as I shot rope after rope of my hot sticky juice into the back of her throat.
She slowed down as my orgasm subsided, getting every last drop out of me.
She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth and giving me a taste of myself.
“Let’s go back to mine,” she said. “We need to fuck,”

Revenge – a tale of a cheating husband and his wife’s revenge

Emma was in the kitchen washing the dishes when she heard a shout from the office.
“Babe, come here. I’m nearly finished.”
She went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses, and walked through to the study.
As she came through to him, she took a moment to take him in. He still took her breath away. Pencil lodged behind his ear he was tapping away feverishly at the computer.
As she walked in, he turned his head and beamed at her.
“Five more minutes,” he said.
She walked over to him, took his face between her hands and kissed him.
He pulled away from her smiling.
“Stop distracting me,” he said.
She let him focus on the screen again and he continued to type. After a couple more minutes he simply wrote ‘The End.’
She squealed with delight and popped the champagne cork.
“Well done baby, I’m so proud of you.”
The last eighteen months had been the most difficult of their relationship. They had met ten years previously at university. He had been an English Literature student, determined to become a famous author, while she was studying Graphic Design.
Their life since then had been incredibly blessed. They had married after finishing their studies and Jamie had his first book published a year later. His second book was a bestseller and they had never looked back. That was until two years ago when he had sat down to try and write his eighth novel.
He had suffered writer’s block for the first time in his life.
Things had become difficult. He had been incredibly frustrated and she had seen a side to him she had never seen before.
However, she had done her best to support him and eventually his urge to write had returned and the words flowed freely again. And the best bit about the whole thing was that he had ideas for his next four books. His inspiration was back and their life was brilliant again.
“Thank you so much for all your support,” he said. “It really does mean the world to me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I love you,” she replied. He took her in his arms, lifted her off the floor and took her through to the bedroom. Read more »

Losing my virginity [MF], [Public], [Exhibition]

So despite having had a couple of casual girlfriends I had managed to get to 19 without losing my virginity.

I had never had a problem attracting girls but for some reason it had just never happened. I was pretty relaxed about it though. I knew my time would come.

One night I got wind of a party at a local place in town. I was recently single and ready to go. I phoned round my friends but because it was late notice I couldn’t persuade any of them to come. I didn’t want to rock up at this place on my own but fortunately the last one I tried agreed to come along.

When we arrived there were a lot of people there we didn’t know and for a while we lingered in the corner, awkwardly nursing our beers.

There were plenty of girls there but we were still at that stage where it wasn’t always easy to try and pick up girls we didn’t know.

Once I had a few more beers inside me I started to enjoy myself but my buddy wasn’t really feeling it. He said he wanted to go. I waved him off, and carried on dancing. He bid me goodbye and said he would see me the following week. Read more »