Grad School Fling, Part 3 [MF]

[Part 1 Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/952zab/grad_school_fling_mf/)

[Part 2 Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95bkf2/grad_school_fling_part_2_mf/)

The rest of the residency developed a pattern. Lauren and I spent a lot of time together, talking between classes, hanging out during meals, and being generally close in the evenings while the students as a whole socialized and drank – but we also spent a lot of time alone, in my room. It wasn’t all sexual, with lots of talking and generally enjoying one another’s company, but every night ended with her fishing my cock out of my shorts and going down on me. Having sex was risky because of the thin walls and her difficulty in staying quiet, so she casually remarked “I can’t make noise when I’m choking on your cock…”

She truly loved giving head. She would let out soft moans and whimpers while she did it, closing her eyes, shuddering in abject pleasure, turning it into almost a religious experience. When I would cum, she would swallow every drop, saying “I can’t sleep without something in my belly.”

And so it went, until the last day….

[MF][cheating] She was studying abroad, and I was exactly what she needed

I’ve been a lurker in this sub-reddit for a while. The stories I see here inspired me to share some of my experiences. More in a way to keep them alive and also to get a chance to anonymously tell something that I didn’t really ever told anyone in such detail.

This one happened a couple of years ago. It’s about a girl that during a couple of months was in my workplace on an Erasmus program. I met her a couple of times when some of us younger people from work would go out for a bar or night out. She was german, blond and long hair, her body quite small and slim, but cute and sensual.

Every night the other guys in the group would behave pretty much the same: drink, hit on her, she’d tease them back, but dismissed them often, and once in a while talk about her boyfriend back home. She knew she was wanted, and she liked to play with that. Me? Well, she surely would catch my eye often, but I could have my fun also somewhere else. And to be honest, when it comes to co-workers I’m always extra careful. So I never really went of my way.

[FF] breast envy 2

First story [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8r1cnc/ff_breast_envy/)

so, after my encounter with the Tall Blond in the locker room I’ve been doing my damnedest to try to flirt with her. Or at least get her to notice me. I had been flirting with her every time she comes in and stops at the front desk to sign in, and anytime I see her on the gym floor. Usually nothing more than a passing comment but I’ve winked than a few times and I like to think I’m a good flirt. Ally (I found out was her name) seemed oblivious to my flirtations.

I had actually kind of given up hope. That combined with the fact that I’ve been a little down in the dumps means I’ve been sort of letting myself go. Nothing extreme I just eat more crap than normal. The downside is I’ve gotten a little chubby. The upside is bigger tits. Not that I needed it, or wanted it for that matter. Having big tits as fun but bras are expensive.

[MF] Early Morning Joggers

It had been a few years since I had last started running to get in shape. I had run track in high school, but that was almost 10 years ago. I was hoping to spend more time being shirtless this summer, so I needed to start now. I finally rolled out of bed once the sun was too annoying to ignore. It was January, but I had checked the weather and noticed it was going to be in the 50’s today, so I had no excuse not to run. Falling onto my floor, I crawled around looking for my gym shorts. Finding those and a t-shirt I stood up to pull them on. I looked down as I slipped my shorts over my crotch, and noticed a severe bulge underneath the tight fabric. Great, I thought, hopefully it’ll be a chilly day.

Having laced up my very underused sneakers, I was out the door for my warm up walk to the park. I live just a few blocks away from a large park that had a wood chip running track on the outer edge. It was my favorite place to go during the summer, with the large trees lining the track that I could sit down under and read my books, or watch the girls run around the track. Today was a little too cold to be sedentary, so I’d have to enjoy the view in motion.

Wi[f]e loves strip clubs. What a[m] I to do?

I need help. Wife LOVES going to strip clubs just 15 years in. Loves comparing her breasts to theirs. Loves that each woman has different pussy lips. Several have given us their number. Several friends have tried to fuck us. I’m trying to figure out what, if anything, is in play.

The Bartender Life…. [MF]

As I sit here and think about my early 20’s, I can’t help but miss the nights I bartended. The money was good, there was never a dull moment, and the women.

A bit of a back story, during college I tended bar. On a scale of 1 -10, I would consider myself a 8. My personality makes me a 10. I can talk to just about anyone about anything. My blue eyes are usually the first thing women notice. I’m average height and I played sports my whole life so I have an average body but that’s because I love food.

Anyone no one knows, hell I’ve even done it myself, people give bartenders their numbers all the time. The amount of numbers that I had gotten as a bartender was incredible. I never would believe it if I didn’t live through it.

Any ways, this post is to pay homage to the milf that slept over after a night of fucking and called her children’s school to tell them that would be absent that day.

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Being a slut to piss off my jealous boyfriend [FM]

So the story is I was dating this guy (stupid lol, I’ve since learned I shouldn’t date) and he was really jealous. But we’re at this pool party and I’m in this SKIMPY ass bikini. And everyone’s checking me out, because I looked fine as hell. it bothered him but I loved him getting frustrated and possessive of me. But it’s his friends party so he has to hang out with that guy a lot. I’m enjoying the attention so I hang out in the hot tub with all the drooling guys. One guy starts really putting the moves on me. He wasn’t that hot but I loved his confidence. He leans over and whispers in my ear that he’s definitely bigger than my boyfriend. I tel him to prove it and he puts my hand down his shorts. He was…fucking huge. Probably the thickest I’d ever touched. The other guys get the hint and leave. So it’s a pretty secluded place in the yard but I tell him I have a boyfriend and I’m trying to be good. He says “it’s cute that you’re trying but we both know you’re bad.” And he pulls the string on my bikini top and it falls off! He just dives in kissing and licking my tits and I’m losing it. He starts fingering me, pulling the panties to the side. He’s good. Pulls his shorts down and I immediately start stroking his cock which has somehow gotten even BIGGER. He’s groaning in my ear talking about how much he wants me. He grabs my hair and pushes my head down into the water and I bob on his cock for a second before he pulls me back out and says my boyfriend is coming…No time to get dressed so I slide down and wave at him. My boyfriend looks suspicious but with the bubbling water can’t see anything. The guy slides away from me. Boyfriend sits to the other Side. We chat for a while and the guy sneaks his foot over to me and starts…toe fucking me? Now you should know I’m a loud one. A moaner. Screamer really. My bf can tell I’m holding it in and he asks the guy to leave. So, the guy just stands up. Cock out. Hard as fuck. My bf jaw drops. The guy steps near me to get out but I grab his leg, then his cock, and take it into my mouth. Deep throat it instantly. Naturally I lifted out of the water so my bf can see my tits were out and he puts it together. He calls me a slut but doesn’t do anything. I keep sucking. The guy starts fucking my face. After a while my bf is clearly rubbing himself underwater. I tell him to stop. I move over to him and like put my hands on either side of him and stick my ass out. I kiss him on the forehead and say he can’t touch me or himself. Guy comes up from behind and starts railing me. Just rips my bikini off and goes to town. My tits are bouncing in bfs face and he can’t decide how to feel. I tell him to fuck my ass and my bf gasps because I never let him. Guy fucks my ass for a while and can’t take it because he’s so thick and I’m so tight there. He pulls out and cums on my back. I wash myself off in the tub. Then go off with the guy to find somewhere more private to continue…never actually saw the guy I was dating again after that. :)

Most intense sex of my life [MF]

I matched with this awesome chick on Tinder, we’ll call her K. She was witty and beautiful and after a short while we began seeing each other.

One evening we were on the couch watching TV when I felt frisky. I leaned over to her and gave her a kiss on her full, soft lips. She had a surprised but curious look on her face. I continued to kiss her face and down to her neck while my hand slowly moved up her thigh. She leaned back on the sofa and took it all in. That’s when I pulled my head away from her and she quickly looked at me with shock. I could tell she was wondering why I had stopped and what I was up to. Without a minute wasted she came at me and started passionately kissing me. Her tongue entering my mouth and playing with my tongue. She reached over and grabbed my semi hard bulge though my pants. This excited her more and she began kissing me even more aggressively. I moved my hand up to her frilly panties. They were soaked so I started rubbing her pussy though them. She let out a soft moan but soon after got up off the couch and dragged me to the bedroom. We both get under the sheets and continue exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues, frantically pulling clothes off each other until we have nothing on allowing our hands to explore each other’s bodies.

[FM] Thinking back on all those college boyfriends…2-Jeff the fuckboi

Hi again! My [first post of this series](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95558n/fm_thinking_back_on_all_those_college/) didn’t get much attention, but I had so much fun writing it I decided to write about another of my ghosts of boyfriends past. Again, feel free to check my post history for pics of me, but a short written description about me I that I’m a thick pale redhead with blue/green eyes and a decent amount of tattoos.

[STORY]

I formally met Jeff two weeks before Hurricane Sandy, at a random house party his roommates threw. He was tall and thin with short strawberry blond hair and blue eyes, handsome and he knew it. We connected eyes across the room, and a small wave of recognition washed over us….we had met before. He closed the space between us, scrunching his brow in thought.

“I’ve seen your face before…years ago though. How do I remember your face?”

I tipsily recounted that we had been in the same college orientation group. I only remember this because he had sat next to me that day, and after some light flirting he ran away to pull a prank by running to the unoccupied computer/speaker system onstage and played Biggie. He got escorted out and I hadn’t seen him again until now. Upon this realization, he picked me up and spun me, spilling our drinks onto the cheap linoleum.

He [f]ucked me fro[m] behind while the city watched [inexperienced]

Growing up religious, I’ve been sexually repressed for most of my life, even being guilty to masturbate because the Christian church calls it a sin. I finally decided to lose my virginity only a little over a year ago. My appearance matches my (former) innocence: I’m only 5’3”, thin, small breasts, very pale with dark hair. I’m 28 now, but look more like 20 – no matter what I’m wearing or how much makeup I have on. Fast forward to present – I’ve been seeing Roy, who I matched with on Tinder.

Roy is magnetic. Not a traditional model “hot”, but has this kind of sexy magnetism that draws you in and holds you captive for reasons you can’t explain. He’s tan, with a mess of medium-length curly hair, and has striking green eyes that I can’t stare at for too long without my thoughts melting into a nonsensical puddle. I’ve always been attracted to musicians. Roy has that wiry sort of creative energy about him that translates easily into a lucid sexual energy. Like me, he’s relatively inexperienced, having been with a few others before me. I remember the moment that I had breathlessly confessed to him that I was using Tinder to explore sex – and his answer. “Me, too.”