[MM] That time I sucked my friend’s dick

Back when I was about 13 or 14, a friend of mine and I used to have masturbating competitions – see who could cum first, or most, or furthest – ogling the girls in well-used porn magazines or watching one of the rare naughty VHS tapes my father had left lying around. Not like today at all!

Anyway, one of those days we’re furiously masturbating and I can see he’s looking at my dick instead of watching MILF Diaries XII or whatever. He sees me looking at him and stops. Nothing is said, but the next thing we know, we’re jerking *each other* off, and it’s fucking awesome! Why had we never done this before!?!

We did that a few more times over the following weeks, and it was great fun.

Then one day (while we were watching The Simpsons in his living room) he asked me if he could suck my dick. Bit of a surprise. And I was a little apprehensive – I’d only had my dick sucked a couple of times before, by a fat neighbour girl with huge tits – but I said ok. And wow. It was incredible. Obviously I came harder than I ever had, right in his mouth. He swallowed, which surprised me.

She [f]ollowed [m]e into the restroom. [Public]

So this sort of girlfriend/fuck buddy was pretty toxic for me. To be fair, we were bad for each other. That doesn’t mean we didn’t have mind blowing sex or we didn’t use each other to explore various kinks. This is the woman that made me go wild for outdoor/public fun. The following is not the first encounter, not the best. But it certainly was one that I think back on when I get lonely.

The girl in question was Vicki. At the time she was 22. She stood about 5’7″, and was of Italian decent. Brown eyes with glasses. Curly black hair that went a little past her shoulders. Larger breasts, perhaps D’s? She studied engineering and did crossfit. Being around all that testosterone made her pine for being submissive. And I was happy to oblige.

For those that actually give a hoot my name is Dave. I was 23 at the time. Standing at 5’10” 180 lbs at this point. I had short brown hair, brown eyes. I was(and still am) open to most things sexually just lacked the experience.

[MF] Rough storm, soft thighs

So I’ve had some requests for more stories from some people. While my wife and I have had sex since my last post, I can’t tell you guys and gals all our secrets. Let’s just say she got mad because I was commenting on pictures of other women on reddit, and somehow we went from that to me leaving work early to come home and plant a massive load inside of her pussy, and a wet spot on the bed.

So this story is from 2009-ish, I think. I was stationed in Norfolk, and we were married for a year or so, with our first daughter still barely older than an infant. It was an incredibly rough week for me at work, and I was just mentally spent that night. I was in a rut of emotions and bottling them up like a typical young guy. I think at the time, I was maybe 23, and she was 22. Outside the thunder was rolling, the rain was lashing. We were getting a good Nor’Eastern storm rolling through the area. I don’t remember what all lead up to it, but what I do remember, I’ll share.

[MF] Teasing my friend’s bf with my DDs while wearing her pjs

After work yesterday I went over to a friend’s house to chill, smoke up and watch a movie. When I got there she was already in pjs. Seeing as I was in my suit and heels, she offered me pjs. I was pretty tired and wanted to relax so I said yes although I wasn’t sure how’d that work out since she’s pretty skinny and flat. Im not: https://imgur.com/a/zOyG1j7

She got me like a white tank top and a pair of blue green shorts. The top overstretched to cover just about up to my nipples and the shorts… lol. Like half my ass was hanging out. But whatever I’ve known my friend forever and we’ve seen each other in way less. Anyway so halfway through the movie she gets a buzz on her phone and leaves for a bit. Few minutes later walks back in with her boyfriend whose plans had apparently changed.

[MF] Forbidden sex with an older woman

I remember this time so clearly. I was 19 at the time working the night shift at target. As usual when I got off of work I went straight to my gfs house where she lived with her aunt. Her aunt was 38 half white/black about 5’2 average looking but always wore sundresses that complimented her figure.(mostly her giant titties) I never really looked at her any type of way, we always had dope conversations like she was my close friend.

That night we got a bottle of Jameson and halfway through it mr and my girl got into a heated argument about talking to other people. She was so heated that she locked me out and told me to leave but this was normal so I sat and waited it out in the living room with her aunt. We watched bobs burgers and smoked a few joints just talking . Two hours passed and I was pretty sure my gf was asleep but her aunt insisted I stay since I was drunk. It wasn’t anything unusual so I just said fucj it and chilled on the couch with her.

My biking trip which turned into a threesome with my GFs friends… but without her. [MFF]

Hi! I’ve been looking at this sub a lot and enjoying it immensly. So it would seem fair to share my own gonewildstory… This is surely the hottest thing that ever happened to me and I’m a tad afraid that it will stay that way always.

On we go. The story takes place in my school times. All 3 of us were just 18 back then. Just so you can imagine my perspective better – I am an average looking guy at the time. Quite slim, tall and a tad muscular but nothing that screams “HOT!”, with light brown, medium length hair. I live in a medium sized town, in a suburban area that resembles more a countryside than a suburb. The summer break has just started and my beautiful GF (the first girl I ever had sex with) has left for a sports camp. During her absence I renewed my relationship with one of her best friends – Ivy. It’s important to note that Ivy helped me a lot when I was trying to go out with my GF. We were chatting everyday about how I should impress her and she was very supportive. It’s safe to say that had it not been for Ivy I would not end up with my GF.

Missing my last AP. She was a good one. Most of the time, anyway. [MF]

My last AP loved the fuck out of me, and was always DTF, 24/7, 365. She wasn’t promiscuous, she just wanted to fuck the guy she was in love with. Every. Day. She knew how to keep a guy happy, and she took great care of me. She was the best I ever had in terms of personality, intelligence, sexuality, and lack of inhibitions. Not to mention she was head-turning hot. At the time she was close to 30, I was pushing 40.

I stopped by her house one sunny Saturday morning when her kids were gone and all was quiet. She let me in and said “I was just about to take a shower, come back here with me”, and headed back to her bedroom. I followed without saying anything, and stood in the doorway watching her while she went into her bathroom and turned the shower on. She came back out, stripped her clothes off, dropped them on the floor and was walking back to the bathroom naked when we made eye contact. I’ll never forget how she looked- the perfect golden tan all over (no lines – a lot of nude beach days that summer), the long, unruly strawberry blonde hair, the hazel eyes, and the tall, long-legged California surfer chick look. *Holy shit, I am one lucky motherfucker.* And that one second of eye contact said it all- *IT’S ON!* She grabbed her tits and squeezed them while she stuck her tongue out at me. And I went after her like a convict just released from prison.

[F]ucking a guy from the club

My friend Melissa was recently going through a break up and was in desperate need of a distraction. So as most 19 year old girls would, we took advantage of tequila shots and a Friday night.

We started the night off at her place getting dressed and having a heart to heart over wine and a couple shots. She was wearing black jeans and a black bodysuit, her thick dark hair naturally waved down her back. She was wearing a bright yet deep red lipstick atop her pouty lips. I wore a similar bodysuit and matching black ripped jeans with darker makeup in an effort to shy away from the typically cute look I usually dawn. We ordered an Uber around 11pm and I did a quick check in the mirror. My big brown curls were tied half up half down left to cascade down on either of my shoulders, my eyes dark and glinting with confidence both from the tequila and my reflection.

College Experiences II: That one time my husband doesn’t know about [F]

My husband and I lead a happy marriage and a successful sex life. I am convinced that the secret to our success in the bedroom is our openness with each other. I know who were his past partners and he knows, *for the most part*, who were my past partners. I emphasize “for the most part” because there is one particular instance which for some reason I have chosen not to disclose to him. As you shall see in a moment, nothing bad happened, but I consider it an experience that is best suited for myself only.

It all began in my second year of college. My goal of meeting and fucking as many guys as I could was meeting its first obstacle. My roommates began to feel uncomfortable with me bringing different men every weekend. One of my roommates even claimed that a guy I brought over took money from her wallet. I was a little torn because I still wanted to be friends with them, but I also wanted to have fun. I decided that the best thing to do was to move out to another room. I met a girl during my freshman year who had a similar mindset as I did, and fortunately for me her old roommate decided to drop out in the middle of our sophomore year. She hadn’t been accommodated with anyone else, so I took the spare room.