Unknown Things Lurking in the Water Part 3 [F18-19/M+ 18-55] [Alien][ScFi][Bondage][Exhib][Anal][mc]

*1 and 2 in my post history…*

She stretched and yawned, the afternoon sun peeking through her curtains. A sudden wash of shame flooded over her, remembering intimately what she had done early that morning. Her wrists were marked from the coarse rope they had strung her up with. She wondered how she would explain that. She shrugged it off, reaching between her legs. She teased her clit while her other hand slid under her t-shirt and began to play with her breasts. She could never remember being this desperate or horny before. Her back arched, biting her lip as she tried to stay quiet. She didn’t know if her parents were around. Fuck she missed the dorms. Her eyes closed as she sunk her finger past her lips. The memories of the night before flooded her. The feeling of being strung up, so vulnerable and exposed. She had only offered herself to the three of them, hadn’t she? The first orgasm washed over as she contemplated the idea that she had been raped in some way, never truly agreeing or consenting to take that whole group. The whole crew? Fuck, what had he meant by that? She remembered how it felt, the feeling of two men inside her. One man cupping and groping her breasts with rough, dirty hands as the other held her legs apart. She could distinctly remember the larger ones, the feeling of the head of his cock driving into her cervix with each thrust. A mix of pain and pleasure that only seemed to enhance each orgasm. How many times had she cum last night? It was just an ebb and flow, no real break. Her breasts, her nipples and clit so sensitive and so easy to push her over the edge with the slightest touch. She remembered the one who had held her tight by the hair, grunting in her ear as he sodomized her, the smell of cheap cigarettes on his breath. Another orgasm washed over her. Why was this so easy? She had never felt compelled to keep going before.

Unequal treatment, part 1 [F18 F18 M18] [teasing] [tickling] [nc] [last year of high school] [humiliation] [voyeurism] [female gaze]

This is the first part of a multi-part story is set in an English grammar school in the late 1970s, and focuses on students in their final year, with all the main characters 18 years of age.

Adam let out a sigh as he looked at the grey sky out his form class’s window, already bored despite being only 2 minutes into the school day. Today Adam had a free period to start, then Maths, and Physics, then PE after lunch. PE and Games were compulsory for all students at Grange Farm Grammar School all the way to 18 – Adam would never have chosen that subject voluntarily. At least he could suffer though it with George and Lisa, his friends who were in his form and PE class, and disliked PE as much as he did. Their form teacher, Mr Suffolk, was just about to start taking the register when the school secretary came in and called out another student, Timothy, whose mother had just fallen ill meaning he needed to leave and visit her in hospital. He grabbed his things in a rush and ran out the classroom to his father in the car park.

FWB [18f] is horny and calls me over [18m] [FM]

During our post high school graduation trip I became FWB with one of my classmates. I’ve already shared the story of how it happened. I want to share some more, so here it goes. Hope you like it.

For those who haven’t read my previous stories: Molly is a 5’8”-ish, 100lb petite blonde, with a pair of perky C-cups, small frame, a nice round ass and a pair of reaaally long legs. I am 6’6”, at the time around 170is lbs.

After coming home from our graduation trip Molly and I had been pretty busy with university applications and other stuff that we hadn’t seen each other for a couple of weeks.

One day I wake up at noon, pick up my phone and a text from Molly comes in:

“I’m horny and alone at home. Get over here now!”

Seconds later another one comes in. This time it’s a picture. It’s her, completely wet, just come out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.

“Will be there in 30” – I reply, jump out of bed and go take a shower. I come out of the shower, dry off, put on some clothes and pick up my phone to call a cab, when I receive another text with a picture from Molly:

[FM] Drugs make me do such slutty thing, but I can’t remember most of it afterward x)

I went to a costume party with some friends the other night. It was so much fun, I dressed as Jinx because I’m such a basic bitch ^^

I had too much cocktail and weed. And when I so that my ex was here too with some girl, something inside me flipped, and I started to act really slutty and flirty why the guys at the party.

Long story short, I woke up in one of the bedroom, with a headache, barely seeing anything. My mouth was dry and tasted weird, and when I felt that my pussy and ass were sore and dripping. I was like, “Yep, that’s the taste of cock and cum”.

I wanted to move to find something to drink, but I was between two dude that I barely remembered.

They weren’t too bad looking, and when I woke them up, one went to grab me something to drink. I thanked him by sucking his cock and jerking his friend, then went home not walking straight and feeling weak in the legs.

It was a good night.

[F] Even if I’m not cute, at least I know I’m good enough to suck cocks and relieve stress

For a long time in my life, I felt ugly. I wanted to be cute, but I was just fat.

That used to really upset me, but I’ve realized that it comes with its own advantages too.

I’m less objectified, I don’t get catcalled, and guys can be friends with me without being too weird or sexual.

But the thing is, I love the idea of being a slut. I love to serve and to give pleasure.

I thought about it and realized, the easiest thing and the thing I enjoy doing most is sucking cock. Even if they don’t say it, guys want head from even below average girls, right?

Turns out they do.

For the last few years, I’ve been giving my close friends blowjobs every single time I see them as a form of thank you for spending time with me and to help them relax and unwind.

They don’t even have to ask, me sucking them off is going to happen anyway. I love my friend, and I want them to be happy.

If they want, they can just text me to let me know they need my help.

Reddit Hookup and Attraction [MF 40’s]

I had posted in online affairs on Reddit in hopes of finding that person that could help satisfy my sexual needs. I’ve been married for 10 years and love my wife to death but couldn’t get the sexual satisfaction I needed and craved. I have a high sex drive. Feeling horny 24/7, morning, noon and night.

S is what I call her, replied almost immediately. We hit it off. We had identical sexual desires, a lot of the same musical preferences. We both agreed this would be an online only thing and continued chatting for several weeks. We’d share pictures and chat from time to time. The sexting was hot. We had a lot of the same fantasies. We both had an affinity for creampies. Me loving thinking of her walking around in public full of my fertile seed. S loved the feel of me exploding inside her and keeping it there all day. It started to get to where we would sext all day, having each other in ridiculous states of horniness throughout the day. S would text me a picture of her wet fingers, when she escaped to the bathroom at work. I’d send her a pic of a precum stain on my slacks while sitting at my desk. At the end of the day we’d we’d chat and cum together. The orgasms were amazing.

[FF][Group] Beach Volleyball Tournament (follow up #5)

Hi everybody! Time for an additional update on my gonewild series (I honestly didn’t though it would go that far when I started writing!) If you haven’t read the first five (!!!) parts ([here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xa7clt/ffgroup_beach_volleyball_tournament/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xjkxnu/ffm_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xqmbl2/ff_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_2/) [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z8ld0l/ff_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_3/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zkbss8/ffm_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_4/)), you should.

So at the beginning of November, I arrived a bit early at one of our volleyball practices and Jennifer, my partner, was already there. We started to stretch together as we were waiting for our coach.

I felt she was a bit nervous. A few innocent questions, then she asked the one she probably wanted to ask me from the beginning: “For the tournament. Are we all going to share only *one* room like last time?” I answered, “Maybe. Why do you ask?”

She didn’t know what to answer. And I completed: “Is it because about what happened last time?” And she answered: “Yeah… I know we haven’t talked about it since last time… But do you have any regret about it?” I replaced my hairs, tied them. And I answered: “Honestly. No. I really enjoyed it. I had a great time.” I took a pause and added: “I’d do it again. How about you?”

A gorgeously curvy and amazingly loud girl was my first ever Reddit hookup [MF]

We decided to first grab a coffee somewhere in east London to see if we vibed. This was my first RAOMD meet, but any nerves I had started to disappear when we met.

She was wearing a red summer dress that hung off her body beautifully. She also had a lovely, warm smile that put me at ease. We had been chatting on Reddit and other apps for a while so I already knew she was as pretty as she had described when she replied to my post and that we would probably get on.

We had a good connection as we chatted about life and London under lockdown. After about thirty minutes she let me know she wanted to go to the next step (we had previously decided if she was comfortable and wanted to come back to mine she could mention mangos aha) and we started walking back to mine.

There was an enjoyable sexual tension during the walk. We chatted but it was all quite superficial as we were both distracted by the thought of what was to come.

The way my bf and I got into kink [MF]

When I think back on how my boyfriend and I started playing around with kink and later nonmonogamy, the memories all lead back to this one night. There was planning involved but I don’t remember how all the planning started or who suggested what. I just remember what happened.

We went to a bar/restaurant and I put on this remote control vibrator. I was super turned on and being around all these strangers and my boyfriend controlling how hard it was buzzing on my clit. The vibrator was honestly pretty cheap and came with a panty that you could slide it into, so I was getting really horny but I was basically being kept at edging territory and wished I could have just grinded on it and humped the chair to make myself cum right there. I was so nervous and embarrassed though, and afraid of being caught. I was worried that people would hear or feel the vibration somehow even though it wasn’t that strong and there was loud music playing.

Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]

Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]

It must suck, attending a university in a state where pot is illegal. Well, at least Shelia (F22) has me.

I (M50) am a horny-ass old biology professor who grows marijuana just outside of town. I won’t sell it because I’d get busted and wouldn’t be able continue my oh-so-important research. But I’m willing to trade for certain goods and services, so to speak.

Shelia and her college pals know very well that the pretty girls go to the front of the line, but it’s not all puppy dogs and ponytails.

Among her group she’s the only one I’ll trade with. The rules are always the same. I get my 15 minutes of pleasure in her butthole, and she gets a Thursday-night’s worth of HQ weed for herself and her friends that would sell for $200.

Naturally, Shelia initially found this idea demeaning, but after her little clique tasted one of my varieties, they wanted more. So she said she’d do it _one last time_. And then again, and again. She insisted to her girls that she hated our backdoor transactions—and yet, each Wednesday night she couldn’t sleep, her mind returning to the thought of trading access to her most intimate and private place with a creep who holds all the power.