My virginal experience with a woman from work Part 1 [M/F]

I write software. Ok, so that could qualify me for lots of things, but she wrote it too. This is not a story of a geek getting lucky, it is a story of a fine woman who was smart, strong and seductive getting her itch scratched as my clueless ass was left wondering what the fuck happened.

This story is old, 20 years old back at the dawn of the web and when a tech smart kid fresh out of college could hack some PERL script and HTML and make some magic. Katie was there too. I went to a state college and she was from MIT. Hell yeah she could code me under the table but I did what I could and we got along.

One day she asked me if I wanted to get a drink after work. Of course I said “yes” – what else what you say when a smart woman, who had a pretty face, narrow waist and big ass titties asked you out?

From omegle stranger to in person hookup [20F/35M] (Part 2 of 2)

Thanks for the comments and PM’s guys! I completely loved it. I love compliments about how I made you hard. Hope you enjoy part 2!! Leave comments below please. More comments/attention = more stories :)

While Jon grunted and bucked into my mouth, I had to fight off a strong gag reflex. The taste of his precum and my spit was getting a little overwhelming, along with the musky scent of his pubic hair. Eventually, I moved my head away from his grip and pulled him backwards back onto the couch.

Like I said, my ex wasn’t that great at foreplay, so my experience with Jon was a real treat. He started sucking hard on my right nipple (for some reason, guys go for my right nipple first haha) while thumbing my left one. Nothing makes me more wet than getting my nipples sucked, and it felt amazing. He massaged both my tits with his hands and buried his face between them, all the while licking and rubbing his head against them. When I pushed his shoulders gently down, he eagerly got between my legs and sucked gently on my lips. He licked me broadly several times with the flat of his tongue, asshole to clit. I grinded against his face, whining and pleading for his dick. Instead, he entered me with one finger, while swirling his tongue fast around my clit. It was incredible. I felt tight around his finger; my pussy was all but sucking his finger in with my warmth and wetness. He rubbed me while continuing his licking. After a couple times, I curled my toes and involuntarily tensed up, cumming hard. Jon wanted to watch my face flush, so he pumped his finger lazily in and out while rubbing my nipples as I squeezed around him.

Beta Test – Part 1 [F]

The large box certainly looked out of place. Sure, it was sitting on the stairs where the mailman usually left packages. And sure, it had a clear address label on its top. But it didn’t look like any package Erin had ever received before. The 2-foot wide box was shaped like a cube and was jet black, with no apparent flaps or openings.

The box did have her name clearly printed on the top: Erin Feston, 119 Palm Blvd, and so the young woman who had just gotten home from work bent over to pick it up. The box was made of some hard plastic material and was heavier than Erin expected. She was able to get it up and into her house, wondering who on earth could have sent her such a box.

Erin set the box down in her living room with a grunt of relief and set about trying to get the thing open. There wasn’t a single discernable opening on any of the box’s six sides, and the hard plastic felt like it might be quite difficult to cut. There wasn’t even a return address listed, just the label with her own address. Since that label was the one thing that seemed removable, Erin pulled it off, and was rewarded by finding a note on the back that read:

Surprise Encounter Part 6 (set up to next scene)

I lean against the bathroom door and bury my face in my hands. I am torn between screaming and breaking something. I hate how easy it is for her to make me come unhinged. She is the one who left. Who does she think she is waltzing back into my life like nothing has changed? I slow my breath and feel a small tear run down my cheek.

“Perfect,” I whisper to myself feeling defeated.

This was going so well apart from the horrible feelings of loss and missed opportunities. I walk to the sink and splash some cold water on my face. I feel better already. I grab a clean pair of boxers from my closet and fix my hair in the mirror.

Time to face the music.

When I open the door she was nowhere in sight. I survey the messed up sheets on my bed and hear a rustle near the front dear. I quickly round the corner and see her topless in her bra and jeans holding her shoes. I catch the door just as she is opening it. I push it shut pinning her between me and her escape. I spin her around to face me.

Euphoria and Regret Part 3 [M20/F20]

Links to [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtmkl/euphoria_and_regret_part_1_m20_f20/) and [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtoxm/euphoria_and_regret_part_2_m20f20/). This story I know is long, but hopefully you enjoy it. Concluded in part 4.

The ice storm raged around me as I began the long walk to my apartment. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my coat, trying to simultaneously analyze what had just taken place and forget it ever happened. My right hand felt my phone in my pants pocket as I cowered against the wind. The text message. The thing that had saved me from cheating on the kindest, most trusting person I had ever met. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. My fingers already felt half frozen, and my hands were shaking from the cold, but I could not wait to see who it was. I unlocked the screen and clicked on the message bubble icon.

“Looks like you were right. I guess I should have gone with you to the party. I’m tired and headed to bed now though. See you tomorrow…if you can navigate through all of the snow that is ;)”

Lending a helping hand to a friend [m/f]

So this is my first time posting here or writing about a sexual experience. This story seems longer and wordier than most of the stuff here, so if that’s not your thing you might want to skip this one.

I wrote it for the person involved and she suggested I post it here. Names changed of course.

 

I met Erica just about a year ago when I started my new job. Our company has a lot of young people and she was already friends with a bunch of people on my team. over the past year we became friends. Seeing each other outside of work in group settings and getting lunch with our other friends at work. She wasn’t really my type and according to her, I didn’t really seem like her’s either. couple that with the facts that we enjoyed just being friends and giving each other shit and we hung out with a lot of the same people, i never really gave any thought to trying to get with her. This isn’t to say she wasn’t hot though, she was. Athletic with dark brown eyes, long legs, and straight, dark brown hair, she had kind of a “girl next door look” but the kind of girl next door that most guys would be happy to get inside. Like i said though, we were friends and i don’t think either of us were interested in complicating things, so we fell into a normal routine.

Seven Sex Stories 6: The Cuckold’s Wife 2, when an armed husband walks in on his wife with another man. [m/f/m] with PHOTOS!

*I wrote seven stories about the past two months! It got too long, so I split them up. And since these stories actually happened, I have photos!*

*Short background: I’m a male swinger, into hotwives and group sex. I’m average looking, but quite hung. I’m also lucky and somehow end up in crazy situations.*

[**Part 1. The Busty Exhibitionist**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dg7kx)

[**Part 2. The BDSM Sex Party:**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dn6sj)

[**Part 3. Hooking Up in the Public Parking Lot:**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dsj8f)

[**Part 4. The Threesome Virgin:**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dxflb)

[**Part 5. The Cuckold’s Wife:**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4e2ear/seven_sex_stories_5_the_cuckolds_wife_1_of_2_mf/)

**Part 6. The Cuckold’s Wife, Part 2:**

Just to catch up, in Part 1 I’d met a cuckold’s wife, and we fucked with her husband’s blessing. In fact, not only with his blessing, but he literally begged me to do it. I’m rather well-endowed, and the thought of my cock inside of his wife turned him on. But he was out of town, so he listened to us over the phone instead. Fine with me, and his wife proved to have quite the endurance in bed!

First threesome! (MFF)

So my girl (28) lives 3 hours from me and I (25) went to see her for the day. I get down there and we hang out for a bit then she wants me to meet a friend of hers (30). So we go to her friends and hang out for a bit, smoke a bit and get a bit loose. This progressed into talking about sex and different things there, one of which had happened to bethat i had never seen a naturally red bush (friend was a ginger). So they go out and discuss something for a bit and come back in and my girl and i start to get into it. Then her friend joins by stripping her top off and they fondled each other for a bit. My girl gets next to me while her friend blows me. Then my girl gets on top and we go at it for a bit, her friend strips fully as we change to doggy while she eats her friend out. We change up again and I end on top of my girl with her friend next to us. I start fucking my girl and fingering her friend. After a bit my girl looks at her friend and asks if she wants a turn with me. She does, and its fantastic to swap pussies for a bit. I get close to cumming and my girl flips me over and hops back on top till I cum in her. Great weekend

Fuck Him or Hate Him [M/F, Outdoors]

*Disclaimer: Identifying details changed to protect the not-so-innocent. The rest is true, if a bit rose-colored by memory.*

I met Tom met through my best friend when he was on tour. I hadn’t planned on prowling that night; to be honest, I was done with guys in bands, guys on tour, and guys in general. I was too fucking busy for their bullshit, their neediness, their requirements of my devotion and attention when they were in town.

I arrived at the bar after work, but before sound check, and everyone was well on their way to being merry. It was supposed to be a low-key night, with a shitty band on stage and free booze. My best friend (and partner-in-many-crimes) Kate met me outside, her too-short dress riding up as she navigated through the crowd of commuters on the busy street. She grabbed me by the arm and tugged me around the side of the building, quietly telling me to listen up. The memory of this moment is wildly vivid for me, from the sweep of her dark hair against her pale cheek to the lusty catcall she got from a bike messenger. She smiled. “There’s a guy inside,” she said, snapping her fingers. “You’re either going to kill him or fuck him senseless. We already have bets going. I’ve got $50 on you two fucking, don’t let me down.” I remember asking, “What if I do both?” She rolled her eyes; we went inside.

Sometimes I just want to use her

Originally wrote this down for my wife. I’m interested in others’ thoughts and experiences rather than any sort of feedback on my writing. I would like to hear both from male and female perspectives.

Sometimes I just want to use her. So I do. Any time that I’ve told her before I do, she’s always said she’s happy to. Other times I haven’t bothered to ask. My wife has, at this point in her life, spent more of her life with my semen inside her pussy than she hasn’t.