First time I jacked him off [FM]

Alright so boyfriend and I have been together for a year and a half. We’re still learning things about each other sexually and just recently he ate my pussy for the first time, and I sucked his dick for the first time too. so onto what just happened not even ten minutes ago.

I started my period today and of course I was horny as ever. I’ve been really into wanting to suck his dick so I told him to go take a shower and I would suck his dick tonight. Straight out of the shower to the bed we made out a little then I went to sucking on that thick pink dick of his. Tried to deep throat very slowly a few times but focused more on the head since I know that’s a key point for dudes. After 10-15 minutes he said I should jack him off. Grabbed some lube and went to town, watching his beautiful face smile with pleasure. Then we agreed it would be better for him to stand up so he stood up, I took my shirt off and jacked him off while he grabbed my tits and smiled at me from above. When I wasn’t doing so well (cause I haven’t jacked off too many men in my life) he showed me he like to be gripped tight so I gripped tight until he came all over my chest, hands and glasses covered face.

[mf] Fingered in the fitting room. A short story about a very public orgasm.

Another true story. I was 21, it was summer, and I was out shopping with my boyfriend. I was feeling pretty good. A year after giving birth I had a daughter, a steady and lovely boyfriend, and I was back at uni and back on my course.

Being in a relationship had given me the incentive to get myself to the gym. When we met I still had lots of extra post-partum fat still hanging around, and though he never seemed to mind, I wanted my body back the way it was. After a few months at the gym and running around London’s parks, I really felt I was there. I was slim, toned and fit – and I decided to buy some sexy new clothes to celebrate.

We went to a few stores, my bf was patient rather than really interested but he took part and gave opinions while I tried things on.

In M&S I picked up 4 or 5 new bras. After pregnancy, breastfeeding and all the changes to my boobs I wanted to treat myself to some lovely new ones in a proper size.

Jackamo [MF] [guess my name] [pussy juice] [multiple orgasms]

“It’s a good thing we get along so great in bed,” I said, “Because I don’t think we could ever actually share a meal together.”

She agreed. While my cooking skills had warmed the hearts of many, she would not thaw for anything other than deli turkey, like a child. Like her child. Turkey was the one food I generally refuse to eat. But she was the first date I had in over a year who actually contributed weed of her own, and the only girl I knew who had no problem dealing with the snow, thanks to her jeep with a Rudolph head strapped on to the front. She was an awkward, silly girl who always found it funny when I told her I thought she was tough and sexy.

We got stoned and made out, listening to music as she sat on my lap. We sang along to “Iko Iko,” which I only knew from Warren Zevon’s failed debut album, and she only knew from her daughter’s children songs.

*My grandma and your grandma were sittin by the fire.*

*My grandma told your grandma, I’m gonna set your flag on fire.*

[FM] Did I just fuck my cousin?

After my coworker bailed on us, my friend William and I went to dinner as planned. He and I were both in the city for work that week. Being from the same small town, we had been friends since we were in our early twenties. The catch is we have always known we were distant cousins, so we stayed “just friends” because of that. It worked out to be a fun friendship because he wouldn’t filter his stories of his latest hook ups and I confided in him about my own personal endeavors. I got the honest male opinion and he the female. Win/win.

That night we had dinner and a good bit of wine. We talked for hours. At the end of the evening he was driving me back to my hotel and I knew he still had a 40 minute drive ahead of him back to his apartment in the city. I offered or insisted he stay with me because he drank too much to drive that far. It wasn’t safe. He finally agreed and I can honestly say there were no intentions present on either side at this point.

[TM] Curiosity killed her manhood (no, that’s not a typo) ?

Curiosity killed her manhood…. The story about the day I sucked my first dick, realized I was a girl, and came out as a transsexual. I dug this out of my diary for you guys. Enjoy!! <3

Growing up I was always sensitive about how feminine I was. I was in denial about how severe my femininity was. I couldn’t help it, I was just very sensitive, very intune with my emotions, very “limp wristed” with a gentle nature, receptive, and I liked girly things (as much as I tried really hard to like boy things). Hell, I even had a feminine frame with long hair, wide hips and an hourglass figure, and this was years before I started hormones, before I even knew I was trans, this was when I was a boy. I even got put in the girl’s group in gym class once or twice, and I sat with the girls during lunch in high school, because we were so much alike. But that was all in my head really, I was just as much a guy as the rest of the guys. But one day my brother made fun of me for the thousandth time, and I had enough. I told him I was just as manly as he was, but he just looked at me and laughed. He said he would go to the mall and pick an outfit, and if I could wear it and jog around city park without a single guy hitting on me then he’d never make fun of me again. I’m never one to turn down a challenge, especially if it would get him off my back, so I happily agreed.

[Group] An incredible start to Easter Sunday (walk of shame included)

I’d met this nice lady, B, at a BDSM event in London a few weeks before and we even played at the event once, where I spanked her hard until she was dripping juices down her thighs.

B is married, in an open marriage. And the day before Easter Sunday, she was having a party with several friends over and invited me as well. She did warn me that there will be hard drugs (I don’t do drugs), and anyway, I was there to enjoy a good old houseparty. Plus B said her friend L really liked me, so I figure if nothing I’ll at least get a phone number.

Hooo boy was I wrong.

L was flirting with me and another guy all night, dancing close, squeezing cock whenever she felt like it, as if teasing and testing me at the same time. I didn’t think much of it, and when L started making out with another guy, I went to one of the guest bedrooms to lie down — and met C.

C is voluptuous, amazing curves, bisexual, and seemed like a fun person, and here she was, also lying on the bed. We were chitchatting for a while before B burst into the room saying “Why aren’t you two fucking yet?”

[MF] First time I ate her pussy.

The night before easter. We were having a hot sex session. She worn the blue thong that she knows I love so much so I was fucking her doggy style while she was still wearing it. I flipped her over and took them off. I started kissing all over her tits, her shoulders, her belly, and I even flipped her back over and kissed all over her back. I got to her thighs and kissed all over them, put her back on her back, and continued inside her thighs. Normally she pulls me away since she never was comfortable with the idea of receiving oral. This time however was different. She was slowly pushing me closer to the goods. I was hesitant to go all the way since she’s always been against it, but god knows I really wanted to go all the way down. I stayed in her pubes for a bit (I LOVE her bush). I went back and forth between there and her belly for about 10 minutes. Then finally I went all the way down and gave her pussy a kiss. No tongue. No open mouth. Just lips against lips through a small peck. The moan she made had me instantly realize I had to do more. Now going between her thighs, pussy, pubes, and belly I was kissing all over and started lightly licking the inside of her thighs right next to her pussy. It was absolutely fantastic and she was going wild for it. Then I finally licked her clit. And she was out of control. I was gently holding her down while going to town on her. I didn’t go for very long before I started fucking her again, but those few minutes were damn amazing and I can’t wait to do it again. I didn’t want to stay too long down there since she never verbally said it’s okay, and I thought it would be better to talk more about it later. We did and she confirmed to me that she enjoyed it so I’m definitely doing it again the next time we see each other.

The Professor’s Desk: Fulfilling Julie’s Fantasy [MF]

In the weeks after our wonderful [experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65sebx/following_my_first_blow_job_mf/?st=J1MY72UV&sh=4f477221), Julie and I spent time together whenever and wherever we could — walking together in the crisp autumn air as late summer became fall, sharing meals at the university cafeteria, hanging out in various campus lounges, and of course, exploring each other’s bodies whenever we could steal time alone in our dorm rooms — which usually occurred whenever our roommates went out for an evening.

One night, though, Julie went out with girlfriends from our floor. I played NHL 94 on my roommate’s Sega Genesis and waited for her to come home.

A few hour later, come home she did — straight to my door. She knocked, and I opened the door…and nearly fell over at the sight of her. She stood in front of me wearing one of those ubiquitous “little black dresses” that it seems every college coed has in her wardrobe just for hitting the bars. Only, in addition to clinging her every curve and flattering her figure, Julie’s had a twist. It had a zipper that ran from the top of the dress to the bottom, with a ring pull at the top. And by top, I mean the bottom of the plunge it took into the valley between her breasts. It was the kind of dress that seemed to have one purpose — to foment fantasies in men centered around pulling that zipper down.

Our Neighbor [MF][Voyeur/Exhibition]

When we were first married, we lived in a one-bedroom ground floor apartment in a good-sized complex. We had been in the apartment for about six months before we got married, so we had a feel for what the complex was like. We were comfortable there.

One Saturday I came home at about 4:30 from my weekend job. It proved to be a very interesting homecoming.

I parked in a spot close to the breezeway and walked to the door. It was locked tight … a precaution I demanded on when I was working one of my two jobs and she was home alone. “I’m home!” I said to the coat closet. I knew my wife had been off that day, so it was a little odd when she didn’t come to greet me at the door. Oh well …

As I headed back towards the bedroom I heard her. Her breathing was slightly labored, and was punctuated by the occasional soft groan. This was getting more interesting.

I turned the corner and there she was … nude, lying diagonally across the bed so that her feet were pointing toward the window, masturbating. It was one of the first times I’d ever seen her masturbate, and I’d never seen her do it so brazenly in the middle of the day.

From the court to the couch [MM]

I recently became a member of a local gym and started playing in a weekly basketball group. Lots of older guys but fairly competitive. After a few weeks I had gotten to know most of the guys pretty well. Most were there just to get some cardio in every week. I was the same.

This past week I went at the usual time but there weren’t enough to play so myself and a stranger just spent the time practicing. When that was over we both headed to the showers to get ready for work. He is an older black guy, 48, tall and in really good shape considering his age. The real bonus is that he is a lawyer and is very well put together. Being my typical self I made sure to check to see what he was working with and I was pleasantly surprised at how clean he kept his manscaping.

We finished showering and headed to work. It wasn’t until after he had left and I was packing my bag that I saw he left me a note. Very simple, saying he had a good time and would like it if I text him sometime. I didn’t get a gay vibe out of him so I was cautiously optimistic. Most straight men wouldn’t leave a note. I text him within minutes of getting in my car.