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Three girls, one room

When I moved to university a few years ago, I ended up finding a room house sharing with two other girls, and we instantly hit it off. Before we knew it we were all best buddies and would talk about absolutely everything, including sex of course – we were cool with each other bringing guys home, and would talk frankly about whatever was on our minds in that regard.

This story actually starts months ago – we were all going through a sexless spell for some reason, and during a girls night in and after a lot of drinking one of us piped up something along the lines of "I just want a guy who I can call up to come and eat me out anytime". We all agreed that this sounded great, and we ended up joking that maybe we should share one guy and have him on-call to go down on us, before talking about where we'd find one and so on while laughing our asses off. Somehow, that conversation became a running joke, and we'd often refer back to it as a joke, or as a general way of admitting that we were feeling horny at that point in time. Read more »

Making my student squirt (M36/F21)

Hey GWS. Long time lurker from an obvious throwaway. Names changed and details withheld to protect the identities of those involved for obvious reasons, but I couldn't get this particular encounter off my mind.

Kalla e-mailed me after the semester was over. She wanted to go for a drink. We had connected well during seminar — she was engaging and easy to talk with — so I agreed to meet her without any expectations, assuming she wanted advice on the best plan of action after graduation. I was wrong. As soon as she showed up to the bar, wearing a fitted tank top, black skinny jeans, and ankle boots with a sky-high heel that lengthened her already long legs to infinity, her intentions became crystal-clear.

We had more than a few drinks. She asked me where I lived. I replied, smoothly, thank god, that my place was a short walk away, did she want to continue our conversation there? As soon as we got to my doorstep, she had leapt into my arms, tangled her fingers in my hair, and was kissing me with abandon. I had to push her gently away just to find my keys and get us inside, where we continued to make out in the threshold. I slid my hands down her back to grab her generous ass. Her hands were at my fly already, unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks, and her voracious touch had me hard before she even got in there, moving her hand up and down my cock over my underwear. Read more »

My BF doesn’t care and I’m fed up with it

My original post is here:

http://www.reddit.com/r/offmychest/comments/2zlbk9/my_bf_isnt_protective_over_me_at_all/

Right now I'm just about ready to let anything happen because my BF is showing absolutely no interest in being protective. I just told him I sent someone pictures of my feet because they have a foot fetish and he thought it was cute and funny. I told him if he keeps being a jerk I'm going to send nudes and flirt with other guys. He just laughed it off and basically told me I don't have the boldness to do such a thing. Ugh Fuck him.

fwb [f] and me [m] over a year later, and the first time I had my cum swallowed

Part 1: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2zkayc/grad_school_classmate_f_becomes_my_m_fwb/

Chelsea and I remained good friends, and I still kick myself for not apologizing to her (she has since moved away and we don't get to talk much). Even so, she is emotionally much stronger than I am, and seemed to recover quickly. We hung out regularly for the next year, up to and after graduation. That summer, she had decided that she would be moving back to her home (several states away). I was really sad to see her go, as we had become very close friends. She had at least one brief fling with a neighbor guy from her apartment complex, and I did my best to be supportive and happy for her, understanding that I had been a complete tool in regards to our romantic/sexual relationship. Read more »

grad school classmate [f] becomes my [m] fwb

Chelsea and I met as classmates in grad school. Our first class together was a small course with only a few people registered, and fewer still who regularly attended. It was impossible not to notice the most attractive female in the room–slim, about 6 pleasant inches shorter than myself, with waist-length dark brown hair. Her breasts were admittedly small (though not unnoticeable), but she had a fantastic ass that was perfectly emphasized by her tight-fitting jeans. She wore jeans to class most of the time, generally accompanied by a thin tank top that somehow avoided being slutty while still showing a tantalizing glimpse of her waist. Her face was beautiful, and avoided the common trap of somehow suggesting that her IQ hovered in the vicinity of her age. In fact, the opposite was true–Chelsea was exceptionally bright, and a very hard worker. I've been lucky to be quite a ways above average in terms of intelligence, and it was an unusual treat to sit next to someone who seemed to be at least on par with me in terms of raw intellect, not to mention the fact that she put in a great deal more effort (I am pathologically lazy, and have generally coasted through school with ease). Read more »

I fucked two women I met at the gym [MFF][Minor Bisexual Content]

Long time lurker here. I've loved reading many stories here and was glad that I could actually share a story of my own. Sorry if it's not particularly well written, I'm not a terribly good writer :p Also it's kind of long. You've been warned!

Quick description of me: I'm a 20 year old man, 5'7" with thick, brown hair and bright blue eyes. I'm a little overweight so I'm a bit chubby, I'm bisexual, and the most action I've had before this event was a blow job from a guy friend and a blow job from a girl I went on a date with.

Last week, like many college students, I was on spring break. Most of my friends are abroad this semester, and the ones who weren't already had plans with family or were been working, so it was kind of boring. Last Tuesday, however, was particularly eventful. Read more »

Getting fucked with my family in the next room [M/F]

In high school my boyfriend, Max, and I were very risky with when and where we had sex. At his house we would fuck in the basement at anytime of the day, and at mine we would wait until my parents and little sisters went to bed then we would fuck in the living room.

On this particular night Max and I were hanging out at my house. My father was in the living room watching some boring TV show so Max and I were in the kitchen watching our shows. I got up from my stool and went to sit on Max’s lap. I slowly started to wiggle my ass on his dick and lightly bounce up and down hoping to tease him a little. My efforts paid off and soon I felt a bulge under my ass. I turned around and straddled Max and began to hump him through his jeans.

Max had had enough of my teasing so he stood up and bent me over the kitchen island. I began to protest but Max slid his hand under my dress and slowly slipped two fingers into my already wet pussy. I had to stifle a moan as Max began to finger fuck me, and stifled a louder moan when he started using a third finger. Read more »

[M/F] The wonders of hooking up through Reddit – Part 3 (of 3)

Part One is here and Part Two is here

It was a great week, though it will sadly end after this last chapter. She was only in town for another day, so we spent about 30 hours straight together enjoying it as much as possible. After I left on Wednesday night, it was torture for the both of us. She sent me this picture to show me how wet she's been and how she hasn't been able to get me off of her mind. I responded with a picture of my pants-bound erection and a similar sentiment, but her pictures are way better. In any event, we had to wait from Wednesday night until Saturday evening to see each other again. After talking about how hot it would be for me to cum in her ass or on her face, I decided not to masturbate for a few days. I even managed to convince her to do the same, though she slipped up a few times. She didn't cum, though, with which I was pleased. She sent me this picture on Friday at my request and I almost wanted to quit my night job and head her way immediately. I restrained myself, however, and waited until Saturday. From here on out, it's all sort of a blur of the best sex I've ever had (not hyperbole in the slightest), but I've tried to recount some of the finer moments for y'all. Read more »

My Last Summer at Home (Part 3)

"Well baby, there you stand. With your little head, down in your hand. Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again. Your baby's gone, and you're all alone and it looks like the end."

"And you're back out on the street, and you're tryin' to remember. How do you start it over? You don't know if you can. You don't care much for a stranger's touch, but you can't hold your man."

"You never thought you'd be alone this far down the line. And I know what's been on your mind. You're afraid it's all been wasted time."

When I got home from the gravel pits, thank god my parents were already in bed. I know I smelled like cigarettes and beer, and I wasn't walking too straight. I switched on my radio and lay down on the bed. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, then I made the drunken mistake of opening an old wound. As Wasted Time by The Eagles drifted from my clock radio, I slowly paged through one of my old journals. In the margins my name was written neatly three different ways, each time with my ex-boyfriends last name. Tanya Reed-Martin, Tanya Mary Martin, Tanya M. Martin. The old memories of Tommy Martin and how he broke my heart right before summer started, were too much. The tears I hadn't shed in weeks began to well in my eyes as Don Henley sang to me. Read more »