I’ve [F] been thinking about you [M] a lot.

Our time together was so special to me. Though you were not mine. You tried to be, to the best of your ability. And I was willing to be yours. I wanted you to take me at every opportunity. Your delicious cock filling me so. You were the first person I had anal with. And while I didn’t enjoy it the first time. Being with you made me want to do it again and again and again. The way you moaned. The way you held me… how quickly you came… way faster than in my pussy! What’s up with that?

Oh lord. The way you fucked me. You bent me over that island in your kitchen and went to town. I could hardly keep from shouting. Sometimes we would spoon in my bed and you would slowly pump in and out of me. Oh God. You made me so wet. I would be dripping all over myself. All over you. You loved it. Just the sight of my wetness would make you hard….

You made me love dirty talk. I never enjoyed it before but when I was with you. Fuck. It’s a good thing you had your arm wrapped around my throat or I would have disturbed everyone else in the house.

Relentless teasing leads to exhibition and no-shame, explosive loud sex, while her cousin is in the adjacent room. [MF] [LONG]

Set up: My girl, her younger cousin, and I are going on a road trip. Her cousin is staying at our place in the guest room. We wake up early that morning to get things ready. She slips off the bed. Against the morning light her brown skinned body glows. In a thong she goes to closet to get ready. My blood warms, I start to get hard, as we haven’t had sex in a while. She catches me staring. Arching her back she kneels down, takes off her thong, as she reveals the underside her freshly waxed pussy, glistening in that gap between her legs. My cock reacts upward. Giving me a devilish smile she walks over.
While putting her hand over my cock she whispers in my ear, “we can’t…”
I kiss her neck, I didn’t care her cousin may hear us.
“She’s 16, she understands,” I said to myself.
My girl stops things from getting out of control. She walks away to the shower. I can tell she’s horny too, between our busy schedule we haven’t had time to “release.” I can hear her cousin (Grace) is already up and about. Reluctantly I decided against my urge to follow my girl to the shower. I wanted a proper unhinged fuck. I ready up, pack the remaining things in living room, and return to our room to find her in front of mirror reflecting a skimpy, short black summer dress, tight around her body. My eyes scan her fit legs. Instinctively, her legs guide my eyes upward, toward that “mysterious” gap that stops me from seeing the whole picture of what’s underneath. I get a tease of her hard round ass, hugged loosely by her dress. My eyes follow her aggressive inward curves on her lower back, which blossoms outward as I land on her upper back, shoulders exposed. She stares at me as I’m fixated on her. It turns her on.
“You’re killing me…”
“I know…” she grins My cock is tenting out of my pants. I urge forward, with my hand aiming to re-discover what’s underneath. Our lips climb over each other, my hands grasp over her butt cheeks, and I grab them with hornified righteousness. I want to feel her, so I place a hand on her thigh and lift her dress. Continuing, I slowly slid my hand underneath the front side of her thong. The tip of my fingers reaches her silky slit. I lightly tighten, releasing some of her natural body lotion on my finger. Softly, she whispers. Fuck it, I thought, I’m going to for it. And just as her thong is majestically falling between her columns…
“Natasha!!” her cousin Grace yells from the living room. I look up towards the ceiling, enraged, “Jesus fucking christ, really??” I whispered.
My girl sighs, and collapses her head on my shoulder, “I’m coming!” she replies.
“Not any time soon,” I snap back.
She looks back at me, also disappointed. Resigned to our change in fortune, she raise her thong back to its unintended place, shielding my pussy away for the rest of the day. Sorry, she says and walks out .
“That lil cunt,” I thought, sitting on the bed, me and my mad hard cock glaring at each other.

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My [F] Slutty Journey: Part 1 – Two Loads of Frat Cum [MF]

I originally joined Reddit for relatively benign reasons, but I got captivated by this sub and was inspired to write down my slutty stories by someone else who posts here. I am 29 now and went through a fairly slutty period in college and then a few years thereafter. I hope you enjoy these stories.

In my freshman year of college, I was no stranger to sex. I was attractive, confident, outgoing, and comfortable in my own body. However, before the time of this story, my sex life had been limited to things I did with myself, my boyfriends, and a few regular FWBs. I kept a low profile about it and was generally seen as a responsible young woman. This all changed the autumn of my freshman year.

I was 18 and eager to embrace Greek life on my campus. I had been to several parties since I started university, and those usually involved some grinding and ended up with finding someone to make out with – nothing too crazy. I had heard stories of women with bad experiences and wanted to be cautious. My rule was that I wanted to remain sober enough to remember the evening.

DIL[F] #4

We’re skipping ahead to DILF #4, because DILF #3 is a much longer, wilder story.

DILF #4 was 32 and in fact, a daddy. We went our for drinks at this bougie expensive older crowd kind of bar by me. We drank and chatted on this couch and started to cuddle and get closer while we laughed and talked. He was funny and very cute, and him telling me about his kid just made me wanna fuck him even more. But I had to behave myself.

We spent so long talking at this bar that we didn’t realize everyone else had left and the bartender was kicking us out. We weren’t ready to call it a night yet, so we went to another bar. Another long island for me, and for fun he suggested tequila shots. Whenever I take a tequila shot the night ends up way crazier than I expected, and this night was no exception.

As the alcohol starts to hit, I can’t stop staring at him and laughing. He takes his cue to kiss me, and I’m so entranced I can’t let go. I could have made out with him for hours. We’re in the middle of this bar and people are probably staring and all I want to do is taste more of him.

[MF] first time with Escort Part 2

Continued from Part 1

[MF] First time with Escort from gonewildstories

She starts giving me a good massage. It’s like a legit massage. But, she keeps getting closer and closer to my balls. She starts lightly grazing them. I have no idea what to do except lay there. She is talking about her life and tells me her cousin is a stripper. She keeps lightly touching my balls.

She is naked and she she is straddling my leg. She starts rubbing her pussy lips on my leg. I can feel the wetness and how her lips are starting to part. But, she is still talking. She starts rubbing my balls and cupping them. I’m hard as hell.

Then, she pats me on the ass and says flip over. I do. I’m at fully erect hard as hell viagra induced full glory. She jumps back and says “Whoa Godzilla!” Honestly. That’s what she said.

Now, I didn’t know what to think. We are both naked. She was wet. I’m hard as hell. I’m oily. I’m thinking do we fuck? What’s happening? So, she dives in. I mean takes my cock and starts sucking full bore. She wasn’t rushing. But, there was no hesitation. Just starts an amazing blowjob. I was sort of caught off guard.

[MF] First time with Escort

This was several years ago. I was in my early 30’s and I guess I had started my mid-life crisis a little early. I had met a few women online and had a few fun times. I have a very stressful job and was having some family problems. I had heard about massage parlors and was curious. So, I decided to try one. It was a seedy looking place and I had made the appointment. I was a little nervous.

I get there and this moderately attractive African American milf greets me. We start a very half ass massage. It was doing much for me and the room was super bright and I could hear daytime TV in another room. She tells me to flip over. So, I thought I was going to get a sensual rundown. I was sort of half mast. She doesn’t say anything. She gets a comdom out and puts it on my half hard cock. She gets some liquid soap and gives me the lamest least sexy handjob ever. It’s not hot, it’s not sexy. I start thinking about anything else to get excited and she keeps going and I finally cum. It was not a relief to cum. It was a relief to have that handjob over.

[MF] More adventures in suburbia and getting over a dead bedroom

My husband and I are healing our marriage and dead bedroom of 10 years. We are both in our early 30s, both artists, both love to be outdoors.

We recently moved to our first house, and it’s very close to a park with walking trails.

The other day, we were taking a walk at the park and my husband had his view camera (think giant camera from the 1800s that you have to stand under a dark cloth to look through the camera). He likes taking photos when we go on our walks sometimes.

I joke to him while he’s setting up his camera to take a photo, that it would look better if we were fucking in the middle of the landscape.

He nervously laughed but didn’t seem like he was into it. He continued setting up for the shot (it takes a while to make sure all of the camera settings are properly set).

Then he asks me, can you stand here (points in front of the camera) while I make sure the focus is right? I do. Nothing out of the norm, he has asked me to do this before…

Man of the house Pt 1

I’ve been going out with my GF for over 6 years now. She has 2 sisters and is the middle child. Her older sister, Liz, is a bit on the chunky side with a big round ass and huge breasts. She also loves to wear tight skimpy clothes. My GF is average height, athletic, nice body with good size perky tits and a nice tight ass. The youngest sister, Joy, is Asian. She’s adopted but their bonds are so tight you would never know it beyond the difference in ethnicity. Joy is very slender, soft features, ample breasts but nothing to write home about maybe a B cup. Her personality is very outgoing but shy. She speaks so softly sometimes you can hardly hear her. While the other two are loud, outspoken and wild.

I’ve been sleeping over at the house for years now. I have my own condo but it’s about an hour away. If I’m over and it’s late I’ll just sleep over. In the beginning I would sleep in the guest bedroom but once we passed the 5 year mark I started sleeping in the same room as my GF. We’ve never had sex in the house because all the bedrooms are on the same floor and my GF’s is right next to her sisters’ room. We’ve fooled around of course blowjobs, fingering anything that didn’t make too much noise or require too much undressing.

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A Stranger Thing at the Pool

OK so I saw the recent youtube trailer for Stranger Things, season 3, and was inspired! Haven’t seen it? Google **“Stranger Things Season 3 pool clip”** So it got me thinking….what if Mrs. Wheeler got Blackmailed? Anyway, here is my take on it, enjoy!

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OK so I saw the recent youtube trailer for Stranger Things, season 3, and was inspired! Haven’t seen it? Google **“Stranger Things Season 3 pool clip”** So it got me thinking….what if Mrs. Wheeler got Blackmailed? Anyway, here is my take on it, enjoy!

Billy Hargrove checked his hair in the mirror one last time, and smiled. He was feeling quite smug. He had already noticed that Mrs. Wheeler was again coming to the pool, after having rebuffed his advances. He thought the offer of Motel-6 was a good one, but Karen Wheeler had balked like a scared child. Now, obviously pressured to return by her friends, the only difference was that she was hiding behind large sunglasses, and looking always away. The friends were acting the same as always, so it was obvious that she had never told them….*perfect.*