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Warning: incest (step dad and step daughter). Typing this out because I feel it’s one of the last things I need to do to move on from this chapter of my life. But it being me, I want to make this fun, to not say enjoyable… Maybe I’ll leave that up to you.
So I was never really into him, however he is the one who woke up my sexual side. Andy got with my mom when I was a kid, but he didn’t start giving me that kind of attention until later.
Thanks for the gracious support for my first story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. By popular demand, my next story is about Kristy, the beautiful, petite blonde that made the first story possible. She kind of looks like [u/legendarylootz](https://www.reddit.com/user/legendarylootz) but with blonde hair. https://i.imgur.com/Ow7EKzC.jpg
Here’s the link to the first story. TL;DR Fucked two friends, Kristy and Beth, in a tent at a softball tournament. https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/40p0yv/fucking_two_friends_at_a_softball_tournament_mff/
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With the summer fading into fall my friends and I returned to university, renting a large 5 bedroom house on the south side of the city. Fortunately, our house was in close proximity to the city’s hub of bars and clubs, which we visited frequently.
One particular Friday night in early October my roommates and I had invited some friends over to pre-drink, play some games and eventually make our way over to whichever bar would take us in. About 5 other friends showed up around 8 pm and we enjoyed ourselves, getting fairly drunk off of relatively cheap alcohol, playing some beer pong, and shooting the shit.
This Happened a few years ago now but something I go back to at night in my mind. I was visiting home from college and my ex was just about to grad highschool and wanted to see me.
I was with my current boyfriend at the time but things were still new and nothing was really official yet so I still had a clear conscience about flirting with my ex and agreed to be there for him. After his graduation We ended up about an hour and a half early at the banquet so he suggested that we go for a drive.
He was just asking about my dating life and who I was with then and we reminisced to the point of him admitting still being very attracted to me. But I only really got into the conversation when he explained that he was holding back his perverted side when we were dating and just sort of told me things that got my head spinning. He always treated me super nice and I was 2 years older than him so he was always feeling inferior to me but when he was talking about how he really wanted to treat me I just felt my insides twist and pull at me.
Let’s just say that I don’t even know where to start with this adventure. At the time of this event, I was still relatively inexperienced with my sexual experiences but alas the internet had taught me much.
On a whim I had joined a website that helped certain people communicate with one another (and no it wasn’t a dating site). I enjoyed the communication with many different types of people but things went down a different path with one woman that I began to talk to. Things started out with the normal conversation and greetings and getting to know each other online. We eventually found out that we lived in the same city which was quite surprising as I didn’t expect it. We started flirting with each other and having sexual conversations online but we both decided words would not be enough.
I made a date to meet up with her on a weekday night downtown. We met at the location and the physical connection was instantaneous. Even with that strong connection I wanted to show that I was a gentleman and not just a sex craved being. We walked around the city and stopped off for ice cream and talked and talked with one another about everything and anything.
So this story takes place about a year back. And it’s about my best friend of 15 years, Anne and me.
Anne is at this point in a rather complicated relationship, having problems with her boyfriend of 7 years, partially because of me. During this period Anne, and a couple of weeks prior to this incident she even confessed to me that she had a crush on me.
Anne is a fit girl, rocking huge tits and because she is a runner, her legs and ass is to die for (Imagine Angela white, just fitter).
It started out as a normal day, just hanging out as usual, this day we decided to watch a movie.
And mind you, prior to this, there had been no sexual tension between us, though I’m not gonna lie, I had been fantasising about her quite a bit.
*Hiya GWS! I’ve got my second naughty story for y’all, and hopefully a fun way to tell it! Don’t be confused by the start, I’m a sinner and this story is plenty naughty ;)*
It had been a wonderful life, but my time had come, and after funeral let out, I found myself at the gates of heaven. I was second in line, I guess. Some guy was describing his time owning a family coffee shop to God, and when he was done the gates opened and God said, “Mister Jones, the one thing you wished to take with you to heaven was your Grandma’s coffee recipe.” God created a magical cup out of thin air and gave it to this so-called Mister Jones. “Here you are, sir. Enjoy the afterlife.”
I marveled at the glimpse of Mister Jones’s heaven, but not for long as the gates shut and I was called forward.
“Madeline…come to me,” God said, in his booming voice. I could now see that he was dressed in all white and looked suspiciously like Morgan Freeman in *Evan Almighty*.
“Okay,” I said quietly and stepped forward. “Ummm…what’s up?”
I was nervous heading into the city to meet for lunch. We had set the date, after first matching on the Friday before. There was definitely a connection there and he was absolutely gorgeous – I knew that I would be fucking him at some point during the day. On the bus ride in, I wondered whether I should’ve broken my rule of not dressing up for the first date. I didn’t know whether he would want to fuck me dressed as plain and casually as I was. No make-up, purple short shorts and a white singlet showed off my narrow waist and defined legs but I still wondered if it would be enough. I worried then that maybe he wouldn’t show up and that I’d be stood up again, but a message from him eased any concerns. He was running late, but he would definitely be there. When he finally arrived, I couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across my lips – he was just as handsome in real life as he had been online. We greeted each other with a hug and he seemed just as nervous as I felt. Did I mention his voice? Oh it sent shivers down my spine finally being able to hear him speak. Lunch flowed freely with uninterrupted conversation and laughter, but I don’t think I need to bore you with those details. Neither of us were sure on how to make the first move, so we filled in time by heading down to the botanic gardens. And I’m not sure how good of an idea that was, because it was absolutely packed with boot campers despite it being Wednesday midday.
“Listen to that noise!” Megan cried, angrily tugging the comb through her freshly washed brown hair. “Don’t you hear it?” she demanded, glaring at her husband across the room.
“Of course I do,” he muttered absently, not looking up from his crossword puzzle.
“It’s almost midnight and she’s down there in her nightgown watching television with the volume full blast! We can’t sleep through that. She has to go, Tom! That damned Latina bitch has got to go!”
“So fire her ass,” Tom said, glancing up, slightly irritated by the interruption.
“Tom,” she whined.
“What?” He sighed, reluctantly putting down the puzzle book.
“I can’t fire her,” Megan said, turning to face him.
“Why the hell not?” he asked in quiet exasperation.
“I just can’t. You do it.”
“No!” He vehemently shook his head. “Megan, I told you when you hired her that managing her was your responsibility. You wanted a maid? Fine. I agreed that you needed help with the house if you were going to go back to work as an accountant. I thought you were talking about a cleaning lady, but you wanted to hire a live-in maid. Fine. I didn’t object. I didn’t say a word. But the deal was that you had to supervise her and manage her yourself. That was the agreement. I’ve got people at work to manage and I’ll be damned if I’m going take on the same duties at home. When I come home I want to relax. We agreed on that in the beginning.”
Hey everyone if you are some of the many people who have read the previous stories we have written about our fucking. For those of you who did, and for those ladies that sent my lady all those wonder pussy pics you took of yourself after reading and looking at our pictures then thank you from the bottom of my heart.
When I came home at lunch, my lady was on my dick faster then I could say a word of hello she started to suck me off. Well I must say it was amazing I got on my knees soon after and pulled her panties to the side. She was so wet and tasty and I am sure she was think about some girls mouth as I licked her pussy and sucked on her sensitive clit, soon I had her doggy and pulled her panties to the side on the bed and was entering her bare. Nothing better then feeling her pussy get my cock all wet and warm. Soon I busted a big cream pie into her pussy.
To say thanks to all those ladies here is a picture of the action that you caused.
This is my first post, be gentle.
The story starts on my first year of college.
I’ve know her since we were both in High School, she was a beautiful redhead ( one of my favorite types now ) nice big boobs with a slim frame and light freckles in all the right places!
Any one that wants a visual, she closely resembles this girl http://i.imgur.com/T9Asevr.jpg
During this time she would flirt with me extra touchy at times, i would flirt back but never really thought it was serious since her best friend and i used to date but ended because she was cheating on me.
One night she kept mentioning that she wanted me to come by before class in the morning and cuddle up next to her and keep her warm; I thought she was bluffing but i was set on calling her bluff. I texted her early in the morning and told her i was on my way over to her parents house for some morning cuddling before class. She replies: “Yes please, i’m cooold”