[M]ade her crazy at the [F]ifty yard line

Many years ago I was an art assistant a a University in Houston, Texas dating a student who was a major kink. She loved bondage, the rougher the rope the better, and light S&M (wax play and belt spankings). During class she would tease me with flashes, touches and looks. One evening she wore a rope bra and kept revealing it to me. It drove me crazy. The class was on a weeknight and always ran until 10:30 and even 11 at times.

After class she jetted and I was pissed and frustrated having to stay and clean up. I went out to my car thinking I was going to be me and mister hand, but there was a note: meet me at the football field where we first kissed. I won’t say I ran…but my pace was quick.

She was there, long blonde hair pulled over her plush tits to hide the fact that she only had on the hemp rope bra and her denim skirt. I didn’t waste any time. My mouth and hands were all over her. When she was excited she honestly purred…I know odd. I got her very wet and squishy pressed against that girder. We played there for almost an hour.

I [f] had sex with my ex-girlfriends roommate while she was on a work call after we had a quarantine threesome [FM]

Hello all, ‘tis I Jen [F28] yes that Jen … If you haven’t read previous stories that Nat [F29] has posted on her account from her point of view…. See the links Above or Below depending on when/how I figure out how to add links to this.. Anyways shall I just jump right in?

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gg0jro/i_f_had_a_quarantine_foursome_with_my_roommates/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ggqmbx/i_f_had_a_quarantine_foursome_with_my_roommates/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/glo531/i_f_had_a_threesome_in_quarantine_with_my/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

And here is what went down between myself and Chris [M31] while Nat was on her work call:

[M]orning Paint and [F]ondle

I awoke yesterday morning to the sound of a lid being pried from a metal paint can. Still half-asleep, I glanced at the clock, then over to the corner of the bedroom where my wife, Tara was pouring paint from the can into a roller tray. I also felt my cock, hard as a rock, straining against the sheet and comforter that covered my body.

Our kid had left the previous evening for a sleepover at a friend’s house and I had hoped that Tara and I would enjoy some Saturday night fucking without the usual need to keep quiet or fear of a knock on our bedroom door at an inopportune moment. However, as sometimes happens on these occasions, we found ourselves dozing off shortly after dinner and a couple of drinks, exchaused from a long week. I did insist that we sleep naked, as I wanted to make sure that there would be no impediments to middle-of-the night fondling or morning sex.

So, I was disappointed to see that Tara was already dressed and starting her day instead of finding her warm, petite body within easy reach of my fingers and tongue. Normally, I would reach over to fondle her C cup tits for a minute or two before diving under the covers to eat her smooth, sweet pussy.

Masturbating in a 3-hour-zoom class, should I turn on the camera? [F]

Felt horny 10 mins before Having a zoom class so.. greedy enough so I wanted to do both (nerdy and slutty ?)
Smoked weed, Put my laptop on my table, spread my leg on sofa and masturbate while watching porn my lecture.
It’s been 1 hour and the vibrator is still inside me, I REALLY WANNA TURN ON THE CAMERA OMG ITS MAKING ME WET THINKING ABOUT IT

Also I’m thinking of putting the vibrate there for the whole 3 hours so I can keep struggling when I try to take notes or asked to speak

Edit: I put a butt plug in cos someone told me to and unmute so … I did n now I have to be quit. But camera is still off

Threesome or caught cheating? [MMF]

So my wife and I went to Vegas back in early March. We hung out at the pool all day drinking. We met a slightly younger guy at the pool who offered to take a picture of us as we were selfie’ing. He was alone after his 3 other friends had left to go and get ready for a comedy show they were going to that evening. The 3 of us hang out for a few hours, drinking and drinking and more drinking (no exaggeration, lol). Once the pool closes at 6PM the three of us end up heading back to our hotel room to grab some more drinks that we had up there and hang out some more.

[MF] Knocked up my [18f] co-worker in a parking lot

When I was a younger man, I worked at a terrible convenience store on the graveyard shift. My job consisted mostly of serving and cleaning up after drunk people and various non-drunk regulars. When this happened I would have been either 22 or 23. Most nights were uneventful but about once a week, something mind boggling would happen like someone would pee on the floor or fall asleep in the utility closet. It was a very memorable job. Being the only semi-attractive guy on night shift, all the older drunk ladies would come in and hit on me. One of them tried to drag me into the bathroom one time.

Around this time I was still pretty deep in my awkwardly shy phase, so I was flattered but always responded with a polite “no thank you.” My coworkers thought I was a boy scout, but really I just had only ever been in long term relationships at that time. I wasn’t even sure how to parse having casual sex and for some reason I was very worried about losing my shitty job. So I kind of kept everybody at work at arm’s length. One of the evening crew, a young girl named Autumn, would come in sometimes at night for a drink or a snack and just make conversation with me.

He drove 3 hours hoping to hook up with his HS crush [F]. Instead, he got to listen to [M]e crush her pussy.

Ah, teenage love. It’s a fickle mistress.

When I was in college, I hooked up several times with this girl named Abby. She was mostly Irish I think but had a surprisingly dark complexion. Long, black hair. Soft, olive skin (at least in the summer). She was tall–probably 5-10, with an athletic build: thick, toned thighs, a cute ass and modest breasts. Toned arms and gentle features. The type of girl who, as opposed to many on college campuses, you look at and think “In 20 years, she’s going to look just as sexy as she does right now.” She was classy and carried herself well. But she was a bit too timid and passive at times.

After going abroad during the spring semester, she was back in the fall, but I hadn’t seen her yet. I got a text from her asking for a favor.

She explained that a guy from her hometown (whose name honestly escapes me, but I’ll call Ted) insisted on coming to visit her. I guess they had been in mixed company at some point shortly before she left to return to campus. He was quite smitten with her, but she wasn’t interested. As I understood it, she tried to politely diffuse his advances, but he was gung ho on driving from his college to ours to hang out with her.

[MF] – Experimenting with “cum-on-food” kink

A long time ago, I ran into something new: a “cum on food” fetish, which is where a dude jizzes on regular food items and his partner then eats it as if it were a normal thing to do. I don’t know why, but it struck me as a little silly. I told my wife about it, more jokingly than otherwise. But she (as usual) decided it was more fun to tease me about it by saying that the only reason I mentioned it was because I wanted her to do it for me.

I’m not good with being teased, especially when the person doing the teasing is partially right about it. So I turned it around and told her that the only reason she was making fun of me was that SHE wanted to do it herself.

Then we had one of those “do YOU want to?” … “well I don’t know- do YOU?” … “well if YOU wanted to” … “I suppose it might be fun to try, as a laugh…” moments that couples have. The “ha ha ha, what if we did anal sex, wouldn’t that be hilarious?” sort of thing that ends up with you finding out you’re both into anal but didn’t want to admit it to the other person because you thought they’d think you were a freak.

Welcome home, let me eat your pussy. [MF]

My wife barely had time to close the door. I greeted her with neck kisses and a tight hug. I sucked on her neck leaving a tender redness.

I wanted to drink from her pussy so bad. She protested because the the windows were open. But as soon as my mouth covered her vulva her protests faded into moans. Her purse dropped to the floor, her hands gripped my head and pulled me into her sex. “Yes baby like that”.

I needed more access. I placed her for on my shoulder, opening up her pussy to me. Ice never seen it drip before that day. I didn’t waste a single drop. She pulled on me harder when I plunged my tongue into her vagina. “Do that again” she moaned.

I dated my tongue in and out with pleasure. She almost lost her balance of not for the door handle. Her grip on my hair was strong, she pushed her hips into my face. Her vulva covered my mouth and my nose tickled her clit. Her vagina tightened around my tongue and she flooded my mouth with her juices. I drank it all. Her face lost in sweet pain.

[F]riends sister rocks [M]y world in Reverse Cowgirl

I’ll just cut to the chase, I used to be really heavy growing up as a kid. Getting made fun of, no girls liking me, all the classic hellish symptoms of growing up an overweight child. About a year ago I looked in the mirror and saw a 25 y/o overweight virgin, in between jobs, and in a really low place. The only silver lining to being let go from my job had been my increased time to focus on lifting and eating right. Since a year ago I’ve been able to lose 75lbs, bulk up with muscle, and see signs of a 6 pack but more importantly just maintaining healthy habits. But there was one more issue to tackle, my virginity.

A buddy of mine had asked me and some other friends of ours from college to come up to his parents lake house in Michigan for the weekend. Now keep in mind I had not been to any public events since my weight loss. I’m still very shy and protective of my body and still feel like I had not progressed to where I wanted to be.