Cum makes the best lube [M21/F20/M21]

Like my other stories, this one is 100% true. This is another threesome story from an ongoing sexual relationship my girlfriend, a close friend of mine and I had for a few months while in college, for more background, see the previous stories below, however essentially the back story is that my friend ended a long term relationship and my girlfriend offered take care of his physical needs for a while until he was ready to start dating again. Over a period of several months my girlfriend would frequently meet up with my friend and either jack him off or blow him, occasionally though, we would have a threesome together.

Previous stories are here:
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ad4ap/first_threesome_with_girlfriend_and_friend_mfm/

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ahv5y/minibukkake_with_girlfriend_and_friend_mfm/

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4amy7i/threesome_on_the_beach_m21f20m20/

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4bfhaw/fourth_threesome_got_more_adventurous/

[M]et up with a guy for [M]y first bi experience

I consider myself straight and have only ever been interested in relationships with women, but I can’t deny getting turned on thinking about trying something out with another guy. Can’t deny that occasionally when I watch porn my eyes drift away from the beautiful female body and over to the guy’s hard cock, and I imagine gripping it in my hand and maybe, despite how unflinchingly straight I thought I was, slowly putting my mouth on it.

I peruse craigslist late at night, looking at the mostly faceless pictures of male bodies and hard dicks, fantasizing about meeting up with one of them and finding out what it’s like. Eventually I jerk off to a mixture of straight and gay porn and forget the whole thing. I decide it’s not a fantasy I’ll ever act upon. This happens frequently, at least three nights a week. But one night I’m feeling particularly restless and I can’t allow myself to repress the urge with masturbation any longer. I quickly make a new email address to preserve anonymity, and I reply to a few of the posts. I go for the ones with the sanest, most reasonable descriptions, and the ones closest by.

Hotel Sex After A Six Month Dry Spell. [m22/f20]

It’s been a while, so I thought I’d make another contribution. This one is about the time Rey and I fucked all night after not having sex for six months.

This is what Rey looks like, btw: http://i.imgur.com/D7RDLn0.jpg
(Not her, but really close)

As I’ve shown in my previous posts, Rey was a bit of a freak. Just before we started dating, she got out of a long term relationship that involved not having sex for the last several months, and having boring sex with only her ex’s kinks more or less forced on her. Terrible sport. By the time she met me, not only was she dying to try some of her own fantasies, she was desperate for sex in general. So naturally we had a lot of it.

Not long after that though, Rey got accepted to her first pick college. After calling in most of senior year and being too depressed about her past relationship to do anything in her first (and only) semester at community college, getting accepted to a private university was a huge opportunity for her. I might not have explained this with all of the fuckery before, but Rey was incredibly smart, and for the entire time I’ve known her incredibly driven. She said that my drive made her want to be better, so I guess we made each other more driven (?), but she was relentless in her pursuit of education. Again, big deal.

(M)y Neighbors Girl(f)riend.

My neighbors girlfriend.
I had seen my neighbors girlfriend around some, but we met at a small Bar-B-Que that I had invited him to. He and I work at the same place, but different shifts. We hang out ocasionally, and help each other when needed.
She and I chatted quite a bit and hit it off. We had a pretty deep conversation, but nothing too intimate, so it was a suprise when she slipped me her phone number with a note to text her.
I was suprised that she showed any interest in me, I am 54, tall and muscular from working all of my life, not particullary good looking, but not hideous either.
Her name is Crysta and she is 20. She is tall with long dirty blonde hair, really slender with super long legs. She has a very trim figure, with small tight breast, probably a small C cup. She likes to wear running shorts which show off her long legs. Crysta is a white girl, but has a natural tan complexion. She has a very pretty face.
Her boyfriend, John, is 21, tall and slim. He was an athlete in high school and is filling out from the physical work that he does everyday.
She and I started texting and getting pretty intimate over text. My last text to her is always “delete these text”, because I don’t want her to get into trouble.
It did not take long for our text to get more personal and intimate. We both shared personal wants and desires that neither one of us had really expressed to anyone else before. Without her acutally saying so, I soon learned that she saw me as a father figure and that she has some daddy issues.
It got to the point where she would send me daily pictures of her wearing panties. She knows that I have a panty fetish, so every morning I would get a panty of the day picture. I love the way her panties fit. She is slim, so there was alway a little gap where her pelvic bones protrude.
John works an earlier shift than I do, so leaves for work about 3 hours before me. I always hear his car start up as he is leaving. So I text Crysta that the next time she spends the night at his place, I was going to make her come over when he leaves for work. She was nervous, but said that she would really like that.
The next time she spent the night, I heard him leaving at 5:00 am and I text her “Come to my house” then “NOW”. I told her to not get dressed, just slip on some shoes and come over wearing your panties and a tee-shirt.
About 3 minutes later I hear her tentativly open the door and come down the hall to my bedroom. I was wearing a tee-shirt and boxer briefs and she came in and kind of just stood in the doorway. I got up and told her to “Come here”.
She came in and would not look at me in the face, I guess she was embarrassed and nervous. I embraced her and held her close, I felt her relax and lay her head on my shoulder, then she sighed.
To be sure, I asked her “Are you OK?” She replied with a meek “yes”. She was so nervous, that I could feel her trembling. We held each other for a minute and then I tilted her head up and kissed her full on the lips, gently teasing her lips with my tongue. She was warming up and responded with her tongue and started kissing me back.
I pulled away and said;
“Your breath taste like cock, have you been sucking him?”
“Yes, he was horny this morning and wanted to fool around.”
“So you sucked him off? DId you suck his balls?”
“Yes, he likes me to suck on his balls as I stroke him to get him harder. Then when I was sucking him, he got extcited and kept pushing my head down on his cock. I could feel his pubic hair on my nose and his balls on my chin.”
“So you sucked him off, did you let him cum in your mouth? Did you swallow his sperm?” By now I am pretending to be angry and she is trying to defend herself.
“No, he didn’t come in my mouth and I didn’t swallow!”
I pull her close again and put my left hand on her back, holding her in place as I slide my right hand between the two of us. I slide my hand down to her panties and feel that they are damp, well actually as I go lower to her crotch, they become wet.
“You let him cum in you didn’t you? You got him all worked up and build up a big load of cum and then let him shoot inside of you.”
“Yes, I did not want him to, I tried to get him to pull out and finish on my stomach, but he got carried away and finished deep inside of me.”
“You are such a dirty, naughty girl!!” I knew that naughty girl was a trigger for her. When I said it, she actually let out a little moan.
“Now I have to clean you up!” I pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. Then I cuppped her breast and started kissing and sucking on them, she was moaning and holding me tight against her breast. I walked her back towards the bed and then knelt down to pull her panties off. She made a feeble attempt to stop me from taking her panties down by saying “Don’t, I’m too messy down there..”
I pulled her panties down and off, then made her lay back on the bed. She was right, she was a wet mess. Her panties were soaked with John’s cum and her juices, her trimmed pubic hair was matted and she was leaking his cum from her pussy.
I pulled her feet up onto the bed and spread her legs, then leaned in and started kissing that wet mess. We had talked about how I like going down on wet messy pussy, and she brought it to me.
“Oh Daddy, I’m sorry that I was so naughty and have such a mess for you to clean up. But Daddy, that feels so good, my little pussy was sore from his big cock stretching me out and him fucking me”. She put her hand on the back of my head and lifted up her ass so I could get more of their cum out of her pussy.
I licked and sucked her pussy until I could not taste him any more and she had cum.
I stood up and pulled my tee-shirt off, by now I have a big wet spot on my boxers from precum.
I tell her “Come here and get on your knees”. She quickly obeys me and looks up at me. “Take off my underwear”. She does and waits for what is next. “Look up and purse your lips like you are about to kiss me” She does and watches me expetantly waiting. I look into her eyes and take my cock in my hand and squeeze precum on her pursed, pouty lips until they are glossy, then I tell her to hold her breast up and I milk precum on her nipples and areolas until they are shiny too. I pull her up and then start to kiss her, licking my own precum from her lips, she knows what I want and she pushes my head down to her breast so I can lick them clean.
With a whispery sigh, she says “Oh Daddy that feels so good, you are the best Daddy. You like it when I’m a naughty girl and you have to clean up my messy little pussy, don’t you?”
I just moan at the dirty talk that she knows I like. I make her lie on the bed and crawl between here legs, kissing my way from her wet pussy up to her damp titties to her neck and then her mouth.
I spread her knees apart and push her legs up. She reaches between us and grasp my hard cock. “Oh, Daddy, you are too big, You are going to hurt my little pussy.” She pretends to struggle some.
I get a little rough and hold her down as she positions my cock at the entrance of her pussy.
Me: “You better behave and let me do this or I’m going to tell Mom. Then you are going to be the one in trouble, you will probably have to live somewhere else. Mom sees the way you prance around in your little panties, teasing Daddy.”
“I don’t do it on purpose, please don’t tell Mommy and make me leave. I promise I’ll do the best that I can. Just pleae don’t hurt me.”
“You had better try to make me happy, or else I’m going to go in and fuck your little sister. How would you feel then? Do you think that her little pussy can take this better than you?”
At this point she has been rubbing my cock against her clit and she had a big orgasm from the rubbing and dirty talk.
She pulls her knees up and guides me into her wet pussy. “Oh, fuck me Daddy, you are so big, I have wanted this for so long.”
I start fucking her hard now and I am getting so close. She has another orgasm and that almost makes me cum. Then what she says pushes me so close that my balls were hurting.
“Daddy, please don’t cum in my little pussy!! I don’t want to get pregnant when you shoot your sperm into your little girl. Please Daddy, PLEASE!!”
With all of my willpower, I pull out and grab my cock, squeezing it to keep from shooting my load. She eagerly puts here face in front of my cock and opens her mouth. I let go of my cock and quickly push into her mouth, just as I start to cum. I feel her tongue milking the bottom of my cock, trying to get it all out, but I don’t feel her swallowing. I slide my cock out of her mouth and rub my wet cummy cock on her cheeks and lips. I fall back on the pillow as she crawls up to me. She kisses me and slides her tongue into my mouth, I can feel the slickness of my cum, still in her mouth, on her tongue and in my mouth. As we are kissing, she opens her mouth and shares my cum and her spit with me.
We are both done, she lays down with her head on my chest and her leg crossed over mine. I can still feel the wetness of her pussy on my leg and her wet cheek on my chest.
We fall asleep like that and sleep for about an hour. We are both sticky and crusty with each other juices all over us. I take her into the shower and gently scrub her whole body and then wash her hair. I quickly clean up and get us both towels. I treat her like a princess and dry her off, then comb out her hair.
It is full daylight now and she cannot walk to John’s house in just her panties and tee-shirt. Plus her panties are a sticky, crusty mess. I give her one of my long shirts and it fits her like a short dress. I tell her that I am going to keep her panties until she returns my shirt. She slips her shoes on, kisses me bye and walks proudly to John’s, wearing only a shirt and shoes.
She text me the next day and said how hot that was. And that she was so sore from both John and I fucking her.

Last time with step-dad [mf]

Last time with my step-dad, it’s kinda sad :( I really fucked up and my past got exposed.

Saturday morning, I’m in my bathroom, putting on makeup and he walks in. Holds me from behind and presses his penis against me. I smile and tell him not now (brother is home). He lowers my panties and grabs my ass and tells me later, then walks out.

I keep them lowered and keep putting on makeup (yes, I was naked at this time). Less than 5 minutes later, my brother comes in with my panties I left in the car previous that week. He wanted answers because he knew that was my step-dad’s car and I had no reason to have my clothes in there. Also, I’m ashamed to admit this at times but my brother and I have had a sexual past prior to my step-dad being in the picture. Him and I were taking a break (if that’s what you could call it) because new location, people, etc. I admit to having sex with my step-dad to him but don’t tell him much else. He’s more mad at me because he thinks my mom and him will divorce and then we will be back to a shitty life. I tell him it won’t happen and try to make out with him. He kisses me back but nothing else and then leaves after throwing my panties on the floor. I try to brush it off but end up crying on the toilet.

All You Can Eat (m/f)

Though you wouldn’t know it to talk to her, if you paid attention, Jessica betrayed all the tell-tale signs of a military brat. She spoke with a vague Southern twang, the kind of dialect that only military generates and that all our grandfathers once spoke, decades ago when they were called up, before dispersing once more to home states and the clipped vowels of the mid-atlantic, the lazy Polish consonants of Chicago. She was slightly tanned at all times of the year, even when the sun hadn’t been out for months—this wasn’t the result of a tanning bed habit, but of a childhood spent playing soccer on deserted airfields in Nevada and North Carolina. And she had a nervous, awkward energy about her—friendly enough to make friends fast, but unwilling to get too invested, in case you were wrenched away from her by a new deployment.

She was gorgeous with her round face, almond-shaped brown eyes, and curvy bottom when she walked into our first college seminar together, when we were eighteen.

Tryst with the Cleaning Lady [M/F]

Greetings! This is a true story which got me banned from GoneWildStories as I was not explicit about the ages of those involved. I hope you all enjoy it. Additionally, I anticipate that you all will be able to surmise that everyone was over 18 as suggested by the facts that the involved parties were a senior in college and a graduate student, respectively, but just to be absolutely clear: we were both in our 20s.
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[Edit for tags and clarity] M/F, I was 26 at the time, she was 22, no cheating for the butthurt, everyone tested for STIs and birth control used for the health-minded, alcohol consumed for the abstainers…what else…Easter mentioned for the anti-religion/Jeebus crowd…higher education mentioned which may offend the dummies…okay I think that’s it. You’ve been warned. Proceed with caution. Lots of preamble. Skip to XXXXXX if so inclined.

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Getting a blowjob watching march madness [mf]

I’m a huge college basketball fan and it’s almost impossible to get me away from the TV during the NCAA tournament. Just give a little background I am in a D/S relationship so this dominant ordering around behavior is part of our kink.

I’m pretty much your standard guy, 5’9″, fit, little above average size dick. My girlfriend/sub is 5’2″, 110lbs, nice ass, b cup tits and a trim pussy.

We were hanging or on Saturday and I was relaxing on the couch watching the basketball games. It wasn’t great weather so was just in sweats with no intentions on going anywhere. Just as the second game was starting my girlfriend started trying to get me to go play a bit in the bedroom. I guess she was horny from me teasing her that morning and not letting her cum. I told her I was watching the games and that if she wanted to play she needs to wait. She walked off into the bedroom only to come back a few minutes later in nothing but her thing and bra. Again trying to get me to go play but being more aggressive. I finally grabbed her by her waist and brought her to her knees telling her that I was busy watching the games, but if she wanted to be a good girl she can please her daddy by playing with his cock and not bothering him.

[M + F] Issues with the girl next door…. Part 1

*This is my first post, hopefully you enjoy! Let me know what you think in the comments :)*

It’s been weeks and we haven’t spoken about it, a palpable tension filling the air when the three of us are in he room. It all started about a month or so ago. My girlfriend lay sound asleep at 7:30 in the afternoon after taking half a bottle of NyQuil, not a volcano erupting outside our window could wake her at that point, and I was relaxing on the couch. That’s when you walked in, grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and collapsed onto the couch.

“What a day,” you said exasperated. We discussed your day for a few minutes before I headed out to the gym, as I complete my work out and look down at my phone there’s a new text.