We have been talking about fucking in an abandoned house for the past year, it is on our “fuck it” list. We found a house for sale in a quaint little town and got the key box code from the agent so we could see it alone. While this was not the “abandoned” house we envisioned, it was definitely a good starting point. We walked the house with little interest in anything other than which room we were going to fuck in. I had removed my bra in the car before I met my husband so I was wearing a knee length dress and nothing else. I picked the sun room, it was solid windows for any passerby to enjoy the view. I asked him to come into the room. He walked into the middle of the room, I kissed him while I unbuttoned his pants and dropped them. Then I dropped to my knees. I rubbed his ass cheeks and thighs while sliding his cock into my mouth. I got him really hard while I shoved him to the very back of my throat. My efforts gained me some wonderful moans, head grabbing, and intake of breaths. I was making my man feel good. My pussy was moist and ready for him to slide into me. I stood, walked to the window, and pulled up my dress. That elicited an “oh baby girl.” I braced my hands on the windowsill and put my ass in the air. He put his hands on my hips and slid into me. I came almost immediately as I was so ready for him. I wanted him deep inside me. He picked up his pace while leaning over an biting my shoulder. I came again as he thrust deep and hard. He dug his fingers into my hips and drove deeper and deeper. I moaned and cried out for him. I asked for permission to cum again. He told me to cum, I gripped the windowsill and exploded all around him. He moaned for me again and I started pounding against him, matching his rhythm. We rocked back and forth in the windowsill until he tensed up and blew his wad into me, I finished with him. Once he finished filling me with his love juices I stuck my fingers inside me and then licked them clean. I love how we taste together. Then I dropped to my knees and stared in awe at his hard cock with cum on it. I slid it into my mouth back and forth, cleaning him off. I licked him all around his base and cleaned every last drop of cum off him. Then smiling big, I stood and kissed him. We shared our juices together.
Category: gonewildstories
[mf] Cum on my tits. A short, hot, naughty confession.
After my two recent very long posts, this one is short, filthy, and hot. It’s about one morning back at university and a very naughty ten minutes that until now, I have never confessed to anyone.
It is the weekend of my 19th birthday, half way through my first year at university. I’m spending the weekend with my school friend Fiona, in her shared university house in Bristol.
Saturday night we go out, pubs and then a club. It’s Me and Fiona, her housemates Gemma and Lucy, and a bunch of their friends. Lucy has agreed to spend the night with her boyfriend so I can have her room.
We have a great time, lots of booze and dancing. I’m sort of in the mood to pull but it doesn’t happen – I get chatting to a guy and we kiss but it doesn’t go any further. I kill the disappointment by getting smashed on vodka with the girls. Gemma has more luck, she pulls a nice looking arts student, and he comes with us as we stagger back to the house.
[f][m] Mutual self relief with friends partner.
I [f] had a weekend away a few weeks ago to catch up with an old friend who had moved away a few years ago. We were really close and her moving away was a shame. We used to share all our deepest secrets and feelings. We had kind of lost that relationship over the time she had been away but when I arrived on the Friday night we quickly caught up with all the gossip over a few drinks.
She (let’s call, Kate) lived with her boyfriend (Tom). I knew him from years ago when they first met. He is still quite fit with fairly well defined muscles. He obviously takes good care of himself as well, always has well-groomed hair and smart clothes. I definitely would jump on him if he wasn’t dating my friend.
On the Saturday morning, Kate had to pop into work for a few hours which suited me as I stayed in bed in the spare room nursing my hangover. As I lay there I could hear Tom pottering about in the kitchen and heard the sound of tea being made. I then heard him coming up the stairs. I was then surprised to hear a light tap on my door.
The 12×12 [MF] [Kink] [BDSM]
Sharon was a bundle of nerves as she turned into the parking lot of the condominium complex. Per his Instructions, she pulled into the assigned space nearest the staircase. A quick check of her watch showed she was thirty minutes early. This made her sigh with relief as it meant she could sit for a bit to gather herself together before going up to his place. After turning off the ignition, she reached for a copy of the Instructions. Although she had studied them for hours over the last few days, it was important to reread them again for the last thing she wanted now was to make a mistake. Not on her first time. No, this perfectionist mistress of detail could not allow that to happen. While sipping a cup of coffee she read them a few more times, visualizing each step in the process that must be followed.
[M]y Wi[f]e was so hot this morning
I saw her getting ready in front of the mirror. Her hair was still wet and she was wearing only a bra and panties. I came up from behind and started kissing her neck. My hands were on her stomach and I teased my fingers under panty line. I began to kiss her ear and she let out a subtle moan. I knew I wouldn’t be denied this time!
[mf] Hot sex in a cold tent. The true story of last Saturday night.
Thank you everyone who has left such lovely comments about my previous stories. This is another present-day story for you, about something lovely that happened to me last weekend. It takes a while to get to the sex, and it’s not kinky or even that much out of the ordinary. But it was extremely memorable, and I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed what I’m about to tell.
Last Saturday night my band were playing at a wedding in Yorkshire. Standard stuff, but this wedding was a little unusual in being held miles from anywhere, in a field high up on the Dales. They had a huge marquee for dinner and dancing, with a generator for power. All around were big fields for guests to camp. Everyone was camping, even the bride and groom had their own teepee tent; all the other guests had brought their own.
When the band company that I work for took the booking they were told the nearest accommodation was in a village 40 minutes away by car; the nearest town was over an hour’s drive. Accommodation costs for the band are a standard part of the package, and usually just means a nearby hotel; this one was a little unusual. With the band booked to play until midnight, plus time for packing up, we were clearly going to have to camp with the guests.
In my GF’s parents kitchen [MF]
I’m sitting at the dinning table in my ex’s kitchen. My hand laid palm down on my knee with my thumb straight up. My ex has a convenient hole in the crotch her jeans, she sits on my knee and my thumb slides inside her. My thumb is now all the way in and I start with small circles and work up to flicking her cervix, meanwhile she’s now grinding down on my thumb to streach the opening of her pussy wide. She’s really getting into it when her mother walks in and we both instantly stop moving, but she does not get of my thumb or lap. Her mum walks over and sits down next to us and we start chatting about stuff, all the while my thumb is still all the way in. Now because I’m a cheeky shit as my ex is talking to her mum I decide it would be highly appropriate to flick her cervix again mid word :) she instantly develops a stutter, but quickly recovers continues like a trooper. This goes on for about 10 minutes where I intermittently “interrupt” my ex’s concentration before the conversation winds down and her mum leaves the kitchen. Her mum isn’t even out the door yet when my ex starts grinding down really hard, hard enough to cause me pain which I dutifully ignore and keep flicking her cervix. I now have a wet patch on my knee and my hand is soaked with her juices. Her pussy starts to contract and squeeze my thumb and she explodes, silently of course, she slides of my thumb and sits down next to me spent and with a massive grin. I now have the problem of a wet patch on my knee and a soaked hand. Now there’s nothing I can do about my jeans, but my fingers go instantly into my mouth and I lick her juices of my hand. I don’t clean off all my fingers because I extend my hand to my ex and she cleans the rest of her juices of my fingers.
A day at the museum [MF]
There a modern art museum on the harbour in Sydney. My ex and I went down to have a look at a pop art exhibition and have lunch by the water as it was a beautiful day.
Temptation [MF]
I’ll be the first to admit that indulging in pleasure so often can at times bring severe pangs of regret. I doubt any of us are immune from this, as I certainly am. I try not to let them haunt me so much, but every so often I’m unable to let it creep towards my indulgences and passions without utterly devastating my soul.
Let me tell you about one of them.
On one day of my bouts of travel, I had managed to ensnare the local Island Princess. She had been chosen as the crowned representative for this particular destination, and by a perfect maelstrom of timing, the right place at the right time, and so on and so forth, fate had landed her in my arms, and my bed. I spent weeks with this dark skinned and delicious slice of caramel confectionary.
I can very much still conjure the taste of her always glossed lips and the coconut oil glistening on her skin. We would spend our days lying on deserted beaches (quirks of true local knowledge), sunsets devouring cocktails, evenings flirting with the ever passing entourage of foreigners, and our nights entangled in tropical heat, fucking until the purple and peach skies of the next day moved over the horizon – and then begin again.
I need to brag about the best FWB I[F] have ever had!
Recently, I PMed a guy here on Reddit that publicly revealed he lived in the same town as me. I thought, lets chat and see where it goes. Turns out we both were looking for something fun and casual. After a week or so of chatting, we decided to meet up in person.
And, holy crap, this guy is amazing!!! He’s a perfect fuck-buddy. He’s a little younger than me, and at the age of 22, this eager/down for anything stud can go all night long.
It helps that he’s extremely sweet and sensitive and VERY attentive to my needs. And he’s a pro after-sex cuddler with this amazing patch of chesthair that he lets me lay against and fondle for hours. ;p
So, after a few nights of sex, all pretty fucking great, fast forward to last night -> 3 hours of all the fucking and sucking known to man or woman!! We both orgasmed multiple times. The Kid was insatiable and only went soft when we took a break and chatted for a bit and drank some hard cider.