So a thing about me is that I graduated from highschool at 16 because I was a pretty good student and skipped a grade and my parents enrolled me a year early. After that I didn’t want to start college right away because I didn’t want to be the 16 year old girl at college (also some colelges literally had an age limit, tough brakes). I had a two year gap during which I did some volunteer work, some studying and some things I will tell you in my future entries (hehee). I didn’t keep in touch with many people from highschool but oddly I was on speaking terms with a teacher, Ms. Leotardo. She was very fresh out of teaching school so she was 24 at the time. She was my art teacher and we spent a lot of time together in and out of school. Although I had discovered my slutty side a few years ago already she was never part of my devious plans, until I learned about the hubby…
Category: gonewildstories
[MF] Lost my virginity to a 32yo bbw
I (18 at the time) met this hot 32 year old bbw at a party, but when she was about to take me home i got too nervous and came up with a stupid excuse that i had to go. I regretted it the next day, but luckly i got her snap the day before. We continued to chat and sext for over two years after we met, but never actually met in person.
I had been on a trip with some friends and we were taking the train home. Since i had been with friends for a week i had not had the privacy to masturbate for a week which was a long time for me. I was so horny and I knew we were passing her city on the way home, so i texted her that i was coming over right now. She was suprised and cancelled her plans with her mom for me to come over.
[MF] The Foreign Exchange Student And Her Best Friend: Part 1
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Prologue:
This story took place over the Summer of 2021, shortly after the end of my freshman year of college. Naturally, during this time I still lived with my parents in my hometown. When I wasn’t working I spent most of my free time at the gym, working on resume-worthy projects, and (look at the sub’s name) fucking.
This story takes place over the course of two years. We’re going to develop a little bit of context by recounting an event two years ago and then jump to the present day. I started writing this story shortly after it happened so when I say ‘the present day’ I mean shortly after it happened. This story will be finished the day it’s posted to Reddit.
Normal disclaimers, everyone in this story is 18 or older and names/locations have been changed for the sake of privacy
Let’s begin.
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Story:
I graduated high school with a body count of three, which certainly isn’t bad. There was Danielle who I wrote about in two of my past stories, Isabella who I’ve yet to write about, and Daphne. We’ll be talking about Daphne today.
UPDATE: I [M] 32 seduced a married girl [F] 25 last night.
This is an update to my post from the other night: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rwjmw6/i_m_32_seduced_a_married_woman_f_25_last_night/
Since I’ve received several messages asking for an update I figured I would just post my response.
We exchanged numbers before she left my room to return to her own room but the next morning was very awkward for her. As I mentioned in my previous post, I spanked her very hard, several times until my hand was sore. She ended up with several highly visible bruises on her ass that her husband saw when he got back to their hotel room while she was fast asleep.
She came back to my room tonight for a quicky after her husband fell asleep. There was nothing fancy about this encounter. It was just straight up hard fucking with her legs up over my shoulders. She had a lot of tension she needed to work through. It’s too bad I’m returning home tomorrow.
Praying that he doesn’t make me lick the floor while he fucks me [FM]
This is another hotel story. I dated a guy in the foreign service for over half a decade; a lot of my stories about him are going to be travel related. He was attractive, successful and ten years older than me. We broke up awhile ago and he’s now an ambassador in a country half way around the world. I typically flew to him, either whatever country he was working in or wherever he decided to take me on vacation.
Airplanes turn me on. Anywhere that I’m alone and quiet with my thoughts around lots of other people… my mind wanders. I think about how many I would let fuck me. If it’s a really long flight, I imagine them making a line down the aisle and waiting their turn to fuck me in the steward area in the back. Chicken or fish. Pussy or anal. Sometimes I imagine the stewards being disgusted. Sometimes I imagine them getting in line too. I sit quietly pretending to read while I let the horny thoughts drip and collect in the gutter of my mind.
I’m visiting him this particular weekend in February. He picks me up from the airport and when I get in the car, he tells me to flip a coin.
Big Fart [MF]
Last night.
Crazy marathon sex.
Lots of orgasms (on my part, with his part).
Intense power exchange fucking. Pushing me around, demanding, directing.
My head beyond basic conversation skills.
Finally we are at the point that He is going to blast me full of cum. Hose down my insides. Jet deep inside. Sitting astride, I am riding… writhing his cock.
And He says: “Big fart”
I’m confused. We don’t play that game. I’m fucked beyond a sense of humor.
And once again, still on the edge of cumming and with more fierceness he commands: “Big fart!”
He doesn’t do one. I cannot.
I am in the midst of an orgasm. So confused.
Now He pulls my face down next to his.
He growls determinedly: “Beg for it!”
ahhh comprehension.
Enunciation is your friend.
[MF] I never should have gone to that party. [alcohol, impreg, bad end. Based on a personal experience.]
I frowned, adjusting the small skirt. “Are you sure this isn’t too much?” I asked my friend Lisa.
She giggled in response and twirled around to show off her short dress. “No, silly! It’s a college party! All the girls are going to be dressed like this. Don’t you want to get out of the house for once?”
I tried to pull the short skirt lower, and gave myself a look in the mirror while nervously bunching up the skirt in my hands. I did look good, that was true. But I was more used to wearing men’s jeans and baggy sweaters. This outfit left me feeling vulnerable.
“Cmon, slut!” Lisa yelled as she buckled on a pair of high heels. “We’re going to be late!”
The party was at an older frat house near our local college. I could hear the music from a block away. I shivered as cold wind blew up my skirt. Stupid fucking Lisa. She was always trying to drag me out to parties. I usually stayed in the corner, watching her flirt. My last relationship had ended months ago. I’m not good at talking to boys. I never know what to say, never know where to put my hands.
[MF] First time titfucking my cougar coworker (M23/F46)
*Are you staring at my tits?*
*No*
Ashley got a mischievous smile on her face.
*You’re a terrible liar*.
*I don’t know what you’re talking about…*
*I keep catching you staring at my tits.*
*I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it on purp…*
Ashley put one finger on my mouth and I stopped talking.
*Shhhhh. Don’t apologize, maybe I want you to stare at my tits.*
*Wait what, really?*
That mischievous smile returned and Ashley stood up close to me. Her eyes ran up and down my body as her hands squeezed my biceps.
*Well sure, us older ladies get horny too you know.*
I let out a slight moan, her eyes jerked up in excitement and met mine. My glance quickly dropped down to go away from her eyes, but they ended up staring at her tits, so I looked up again. She was still staring at me, this time clearly turned on by the fact that I was looking at her tits again.
She closed the distance and squeezed herself up tight against me. Her hands went down and started lightly squeezing my ass. She moaned lightly and spoke softly:
First time experiencing orgasm withholding [FM]
Y’all actually read my last post so here goes what happened next…
*Disclaimer: usually when I write stories I condense timelines for clarity. I didn’t do that when I wrote about our first interaction and I’m not going to here because I don’t feel I can tell a genuine narrative without it.*
I still don’t get fucked in this one. If you’re pissed you have to wait, welcome to the world of withholding.
I wrote about how I met the dude who would later introduce me to BDSM. He was a gem.
Essentially what you need to know at this point is that the first time we hooked he made me get off by rubbing myself against him. Then he got himself off even when I asked him to fuck me and told me he wanted me “deprived” the first time we had sex.
So… I get myself off several times a day. It’s a literal, diagnosed addiction. I usually wake up in the middle of the night to do it because I have a hard time sleeping without it.
[MFM] I ALMOST got gangbanged in college
I credit this story almost singlehandedly with my modern sluttiness. When I was early in college I got around a bit, but nothing crazy. Then one night my friend Mike invited me to his friend’s place to hang on a Friday night. I brought my girlie drinks and he promised to bring a joint. I was expecting to get tipsy, but nothing crazy. Just a Friday night with friends, right?
We get there and I’m the only girl. That’s a little sketchy but whatever, I trust Mike and I’ve met a few of his boys before. Besides it wasn’t the plan. Some girls they were friends with backed out at the last second. I decide to relax and just sample my drinks. The vibe is so off right from the beginning though. The boys aren’t used to just being around one girl and they’re tipsy already. It was probably less than a half hour before somebody suggested we play beer pong, and they all wanted to be my partner. Sue me, I liked it.