I was at a party a couple of weeks ago. I took my girl cuz I know she gets slutty when she drinks. She was wearing a short black lace dress that showed plenty of cleavage. And let me tell you, she had plenty of cleavage to show. We ended up chilling on a couch. She put up her legs in my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. Eventually, a friend of mine came over and started talking to me. During this conversation, she decided to whisper into my ear. She started by telling me she was wet. And then by telling me was craving some cock. That she wanted to feel me in her mouth and feel her jaw struggle around my dick. She said she was really horny and really needed a good cock to satisfy her. She said she had heard about me on campus. About how I had an 8 in cock and knew how to use it. This is what shocked me the most. I didn’t think I had any sort of reputation. But she went on. She wanted to feel it push into her and hit her cervix. She wanted to feel me stretch her out and feel how she would struggle around my cock. She wanted me to cum inside her. She wanted to feel my cock throb and cum inside her pussy and then feel it drip out of her. Finally, my friend moved on and I turned to her with a smirk. I knew it was that point in the night where she was too horny to not say anything. I asked her if she wanted to go to her apartment. She said she could wait that long. We found an empty room and locked the door. I was already hard by that point so I brought out my dick and said “is this what you wanted? You wanted my cock?” She didn’t even answer and immediately went for it putting it in her mouth. She’s actually really good at blowjobs even when she’s drunk. She kept putting it in her through and gagging on. It was so hot. I started facefucking her. She got up and pulled up her dress to reveal some red lace panties. She bent over the bed and moved them to side and told me to fuck her. I happily obliged but first started by teasing her. I put my cock at her entrance and rubbed it up and down her slit until she was literally begging for it. I finally obliged and shoved my cock deep into her. I felt her cervix and slowly brought it out. I went to town pounding her. She started asking to riding me. So I got on the bed. She stripped down completely and got on top of me. She eased herself onto my cock. And then started riding me saying she loved using my cock to cum. She asked me to cum with her. I loved the idea but I knew it was risky. She was also drunk which didn’t help the situation. She started riding me faster and She started cumming and i was about to as well. I was holding on for dear life because i wanted to her to cum on my cock and enjoy every second. About halfway through her orgasm, i told her to get off and pushed her off. Literally a second later, I came and felt my torso get covered in my warm cum. She apologized about putting me in that situation. I told her it was fine cuz I enjoyed having her cum on my cock. But that if she really felt bad about it, to lick the cum off of me. She was a good girl and swallowed every drop.
Category: gonewildstories
Private Study Session [MF] (Long story)
When I was in college, there was a pretty cute girl in one of my classes that hung out with an annoying guy. They’d always be together but the guy was kind of corny, sensitive, and would throw little fits.
We had a group study session and one way or another she invited me over so just the two of us study.
We set up a date and I come over one night around 7 pm.
The house was really nice. A lady welcomes me in and asks if I want anything to drink. I decline. We chat a bit before my classmate came in.
It turns out she is living in her boyfriends parents place while he is away at college in another state.
We go to her room which is in the basement. Not sure whose room it was but it was like a small studio apartment with her own bathroom attached. That was apart from the rest of the finished basement. I think they were pretty well off.
We get to studying. I’m at a desk and she’s on the bed 2 feet away. Nothing exciting for about 30 minutes. We take little break and shoot the shit.
He was such a cute girl (Part 1) [MM]
So this happened a few years ago when I was 24, during summer holidays in my country, Italy. I used to spend most of the summer, every summer, at the seaside where my family owns a house – boy I miss those long summer holidays as a college student!
Anyway I had a big crush on this girl Laura, a 20 years old stunner that unsurprisingly worked as a model locally. A tall, athletic brunette with hazel eyes, an angel face and terrific body, she was the wet dream of every male of any age. We went to the same beach and were pretty close as we were part of the same group of friends. I was also somewhat close with her dad Carlo, as we used to play soccer and tennis together during the summer – I also hoped to get closer to Laura this way. With some success actually, as Carlo and Laura invited me to the 18th birthday party of Laura’s little brother Christian. Christian was a bit of a shy kid, he was very polite and well educated though not particularly popular, unlike Laura. He did look a bit like his sister, especially the face, but was a bit short (probably around 1,65 m) and skinny, and generally seemed to lack Laura’s confidence and charisma, almost like he preferred to live in his sister’s shadow.
(32) Pegged on my birthday – the rush to find a room for buttsex late on a Friday night [MF]
I don’t tell a lot of people this but the greatest birthday present I ever received was a vigorous assfucking by the most talented pegger to cross my path.
It was all the more special because I was at a difficult point in my life. I was sleeping on my mother’s couch, my bank account was basically nothing and I was pretty unsure about any of my prospects. Despite that I do remember it as a bright time because I was seeing someone who as much a fiend for pegging as I was.
It was late on my birthday and I happened to be at Waterloo in the early evening. I’d seen friends out of town and was coming back on a cold winter evening to spend the night on the couch. I lingered at the station for a while, not wanting to officially end the day there. I got my phone out several times and put it back several times. I was thinking of her. We weren’t anything serious as a couple and as things turned out we never would be but I had real puppy-dog eyes for her. I made the fateful choice to look back at some very flattering shots she’d sent me of her new lingerie a few months ago, back when it was warm enough to be casual about that sort of thing. That sealed it and I texted her. A photo of me drinking a McDonalds tea in a setting that we both knew was about fifteen minutes away from her flat. I had never seen her flat, incidentally – she had said that she didn’t get on with her flatmates. I didn’t want to push the matter and felt that was as good an explanation as any.
My cheating fetish [F]
I’m a 35 year old woman in an open relationship and I have a cheating fetish. But I’ve never cheated on any of my partners. I’ve always been completely loyal to the ones I’ve loved. My fetish is getting other people to cheat on theirs. I love fucking men (and some women) who are married or in long term relationships.
I love the thrill of doing something so “forbidden”. I love knowing that they would lie to someone who’s supposed to be important to them in order to get in bed with me. I get some sort of sadistic pleasure from it, especially when I know that the guilt is probably killing them.
I love having sex with them in places that are probably “sacred” , such as in their own home, in their beds. Once I actually had a married guy fuck me in his kid’s room when the wife was out and the kids were off playing. It was absolutely thrilling.
I (M23) fucked a freshman (F19) in college [MF]
This story took place a few years back when I was studying at university.
Background: I was 23 at the time, slim build but athletic / toned, I used to get a lot of compliments about my body. Sarah was 19, had curly blonde hair, slim and sporty, and had C cup boobs, basically the most amazing body I had ever seen.
I was in my 2nd year of my post graduate degree at college while Sarah was only in her first year of her undergraduate studies. We first met at the college swimming club. One of the best things about swimming clubs is seeing extremely attractive women in tight costumes that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and Sarah was no exception. I didn’t really notice her much at first. I remember her being quite shy and she got on with one of my other male friends, while I was interested in one of Sarah’s friends. Because of this I never saw her in a sexual way, merely a friend of a friend. Over the next few months we chatted a bit at the pool and socialised in groups at the students union, but never alone. Again, I never really felt a strong connection with Sarah until one of the biggest sporting nights of the university calendar.
How she[f] says happy birthday
So my gf has this friend who recently turned 30. Being the type of girl she is, and knowing what Guys like the way she does, she came up with a great present idea . Yesterday while I was at work, she let him come over and fuck her any way he wanted for a solid hour and a half. That’s one hell of a bday present if you ask me.
Fantastic sex with the worst person [MF]
I spent some time after college trying on different sexual kinks. I went to BDSM clubs, which are a lot heavier and older than advertised. I tried meeting girls online in kink forums (like Craigslist). It turned out that I’m not as kinky as I liked to believe; I was just bored and horny.
So, in one of these bored and horny states I let myself get setup for a blind date. I was shown a picture, so it was more like a “deaf date,” I guess. She was pretty. Shoulder length brown hair with messy bangs, as was popular then. Bright blue eyes, which was hot. She had a long neck and thin figure. Not much chest, and I was told that was because she was a gymnast in school, which helped me say yes.
So the night of the date comes. I go to pick her up with a rose, because I know fuckall what I’m doing. She opens the door, and I swear from the get go, her accent was like nails on a chalkboard. Like some sort of mix between southern and Brooklyn. The pitch of her voice could’ve made the Sandinistas surrender alone, but the accent combined with it was just abrasive to the ears.
My [M] one gig at a swinger’s group [M/F/M/F/M/F] Yikes!
In my late 20’s, I was part of a band. We never really clicked but we did do quite a few clubs, things like that. Towards the last I found myself getting booked solo at parties, The two nights a week bookings the band was getting were not exactly covering food.
I found myself playing solo guitar background music in a dinner house in East Portland, $20 and a meal. One night this couple came up to me and asked me if I played at private parties, offered me $50!! You BET I played at private parties for that much, so I found myself a couple of days later sitting on a stool in the corner of a large living room, with a houseful of people there.
Now I was much younger than the guests, that was noticeable. Also quite noticeable was there obviously was some things going on I wasn’t used to, like a few couples sitting around getting rather friendly. One guy was on a couch and a lady was blatantly rubbing his crotch, in short order he had one of her boobs out of her dress and was playing with it.
Goodbye Amish, Hello Fucking. 40-something F teaching a young twenties Amish virgin to fuck. (Part One) [FM]
A young Amish (well, formerly Amish, leaving his church) man messaged me and we started talking. It slowly grew into something more risqué as he told me his fears of dating as a young twenties virgin who has never been kissed. He fantasized about having an older woman take control and teach him everything about a woman’s body and sexual pleasure.
I’m a 40-something married woman in an open marriage. I offered to teach him. I’m short, curvy with long brown hair and huge boobs and a small butt.
Our Story (from my perspective):
We met in a hotel bar. I was sipping a gin and tonic trying to calm my nerves when you walked in. You looked equally nervous. It was our first time meeting after so much online communication.
I had on a short black skirt with heels and a low cut red sweater that showed lots of cleavage. I offered to order you a drink but you handed me the hotel key and said you were ready.
We got on the elevator and were alone. I took your hand and reassured you that it was going to be an amazing night. I stroked my thumb against your hand and looked up into your eyes. You looked so anxious.