The first time I had a FFM threesome – part 1 [FM]

Alice was a FWB of mine some years ago.

She had ink black hair, large blue eyes, small firm breasts and a cute little ass. She liked magical realist novels, jazz, cooking and rough sex.

She clad herself in black, short dresses and wore heavy make up.

When we met up, we’d talk for an hour about our lives and then we’d fuck hard for the rest of the night. I’d eat her out till she came, often multiple times, and when she writhed and moaned and gasped from the pleasure and exhaustion of her orgasms, I’d put her up against the wall and fuck her from behind. I’d grab her lithe waist and press her down on my cock while I slapped her ass repeatedly.

“Oh god,” she’d wince, “Yes, fuck, use me, take me, make me yours,” and I’d oblige until I shot my load into her, I roared and slapped her ass, and we’d collapse on the bed.

One night, after we fucked and lay in the afterglow, she playfully cradled my cock in her petite hands. I loved to look into her sultry eyes while she did that.

[MF] I (26m) fucked a girl (23f) that hated me and put her into place (PART 2) (long)

[First part.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mm37ry/mf_i_26m_fucked_a_girl_23f_that_hated_me_and_put/)

When Eloise turned up at my door that night she was wearing an air of nervousness, a white button down shirt and a very short skirt. Even though the atmosphere was unknowable, I thought she was strutting her ass.

She looked down and her long lashes hid her eyes in a wildly seducing way.

“Would you like a drink?” I said to break the ice.

“Yes. Very,” she said and sat down. She didn’t wear any socks and crossed her legs. She lit a cigarette. I don’t know if she was beginning to doubt herself or perhaps her quietness was part of her submissive side.

At any rate, I wanted to make sure the ground rules were set, and that she felt safe.

I reached across the table and took her hand. This surprised her. Her eyes, large and brown, stared into mine. I held her hand firmly and l looked her directly into her eyes.

“Eloise, you and I essentially don’t like each other,” I said. She nodded slowly, she’d forgotten her cigarette, I knew I had her complete attention.

“But we are very attracted to each other.”

[MF] I (26m) fucked a girl (23f) that hated me and put her into place (PART 1) (long)

*This happened a couple of years ago, when I was living in the capitol of my country, studying literature at the university. English is not my first language, apologises for language mistakes. Splitting this up because it turned out longer than expected, next part coming soon. There’s another story on my profile if you’d like more, how shall we say, direct action.*

Eloise was stunning, first of all. We met at University, where she studied art history and joined the Friday Bar Committee I was on.

She was half French, something that carried over into her look, her curved eyebrows, dark eyes and high cheekbones. She had her dark hair cut in a bob and wore white shirts and black skirts, that showed off her lithe figure and small breasts and, if you’ll allow me this indulgence, tight little ass.

She looked like an actress out of an early sixties La Nouvelle Vague-film, carrying a slight pout or a catty smile, like she didn’t approve of anything or anyone.

She was also a pain in the ass. We clashed on all sorts of things, from the brands of beer we should carry to politics, to her tendency to arrive late at meetings. She’d challenge me specifically, for some reason

[MMF] I (23m) had a lifechanging threesome woth my gf (21f) and a friend (25m)

Anna was always wild and this drew me to her. Even if I wanted to keep away from her, I wouldn’t be able.
I couldn’t believe it when we got together. She was slim, dark, smoldering eyes, her kisses were like a thunderstorm, bangs, intoxicating hips, her silhouette drove me wild. She smelled of flowers and sex. I was ready to die for her.

When we had sex, it was animalistic.

We’d cum so much we couldn’t breath, we’d drive each other crazy. I was proud to be seen with her, I’d feel taller, stronger, more like a man with her. She’d wear her robe at my apartment, it would flow around her. You could tell she wanted to be seen, she wanted to be acknowledged for the goddess she was.

Once, at my apartment, she went naked to my balcony to smoke. A family of four was walking in the street, and when the father saw her, in all her beauty, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He stared up at my apartment, completely losing his sense of presence.