Helen and I met every Monday that semester. We studied some. But it was mostly just talking. She shared her notes with me and I did well in the class overall but we had grown much closer by the end. We talked about everything: politics, religion, friends. She told me about herself. She was the oldest of 4 children. Her mother died when she was young and she raised her younger siblings. Her job, social work, wasn’t really her passion but it was an easy career that she could pursue while commuting to school and caring for her siblings. She missed out on fully enjoying her college years and her 20s. She had to be an adult and a mother too early. Soon after, she met Jack. She was 29 to be exact, and married him soon after. He was older so they had 2 kids right away, now 4 and 2. Once Jack moved up in his job she had realized that she didn’t like her job so she cut back to part time and decided to go back to school and take some classes. She had money so she was able to slowly take one class at a time. Her ultimate goal was to apply to medical school, dental school or even nursing. But she was slowly realizing that she might not have time. She was 35 now and she would need 21 more credits before she can apply. I asked her how she plans on going through medical school with 2 young kids. She didn’t really have an answer to that. She said she was taking it one class at a time.
The Act of Submission (Part 1) [OC][BDSM]
Part 1
She slipped back to her chair at the front desk hoping no one noticed the wet spot between her legs. She should have worn underwear to work today, but hadn’t. Lunch had just finished but she couldn’t stand the tease any longer and had removed the toy she was supposed to leave in until she got home. Sir would not be happy. She knew she would be punished for disobeying but couldn’t handle it any longer. For weeks she had been waiting for Sir to begin the Dom/Sub fun that they had discussed a while back, yet he had only told her to wait. Finally, when she had gotten out of the shower this morning to begin her makeup, a toy and a note sat on the bathroom counter. Wear this toy until you arrive home, it read. She had been distracted all morning, the butt plug teasing and edging her tight little asshole until she could barely focus on work. She knew it was Sir’s favorite day of the week. Wednesday, or hump day as they often joked.
[MF] A friend from college comes to visit
I wrote about this lovely lady in my other story [[link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9lragy/burnedout_college_students_mf/)]. This one takes place sometime just after I graduated. Maybe a year and a half later from my first story.
Quick and dirty stats if you didn’t read the last one. She is 6’1” slim figure with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m 6’1” in pretty good shape, dark brown hair, and blue eyes.
I started my first “professional” job before I even graduated. 2 months into it I lost it due to budgetary reasons. I was pissed, depressed, and lonely. It was supposed to be my ticket to a decent career. After kicking myself in the ass for my stupid luck I started a full time retail job to pay rent. The rest of my time was spent job searching.
My lady friend from college was in the same boat. She graduated a semester before me and she couldn’t find a decent wage job. We sent long emails back and forth every so often. I only saw her once since graduation then one day, out of the blue, she calls me up. She had an interview not far from me and wanted to meet up beforehand. I managed to switch days around at work, so we could make a day of it. She would show up the day before the interview, we would do things, and she would leave early for her interview the next day.
The Damaged Stowaway. [M,f] [Older Male] [Slow Build]
I’m hoping this to be part of a small series. Please let me know what you think, all advice and encouragement is great!
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Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of town that had no lights even on the main strip, let alone the dirt tracks that snaked between farms. She’d be scared if she wasn’t still angry. Her father had yelled too much, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more ”I’m sorry babygirl”, or “It’s just that you remind me of your mother baby”, his pathetic attempts to apologise after an outburst.
He’d raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his bridges in the previous one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She’d pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It’d made him mad, his temper was short.
‘Fuck!’ She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her feet were sore from walking, her knees, hands and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She’d bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to stop. Her chest ached, her head pounded.
The Camgirl Part VI: A Private Showing [f] [solo] [ff-ish] [exh] [voy] [mast] [anal]
VI: Blake
Blake chewed on her lip as she inspected her reflection. Her makeup was perfect—black, wing-tipped eyeliner with a hint of blue eyeshadow brought out her eyes, her lips were a deep red, and a light dusting of blush would make her look more aroused than she was. She doubted anyone watching her show noticed the subtlety of her techniques, but she knew from off-screen tests that they worked very well. Her hair was as radiant as ever, as she had re-dyed it a few days ago, and the deep blue of her thong—in an older fashion where the sides rose to hang high above her hips, almost at the cleft of her waist—matched. The stockings she had chosen for this show went higher up than most she owned, just short of where her thighs met her hips, and for a top she wore a thin, white shirt with long sleeves that she had cut off just below her breasts. As usual, she wore no bra, since she had no need.
How quietly can you [f]uck [m]e?
We’d told ourselves no sex while we had guests. Our bed was right over the spare room, and as evidenced by the dents in the wall, quiet sex wasn’t our thing.
But this morning you pulled me into you and ran your hands over my body, lingering on my tits and my hips and kissing up and down my neck. Pushing back was instinctive, and I shuddered when I felt how hard you were, pushed up against my back
“Just tease me a bit?” I asked, whispering to hide the moan.
You responded by pulling me against you, letting me feel your cock push hard against me. I could feel heat and wet between my legs and shuddered. Your hands pulled at me more roughly, fingers sliding between my panties and my hips, tweaking my nipples and dipping all-too-briefly between my legs. I grew restless, pushing against you and reaching behind me to feel you.
Finally, when I thought I’d have to cry and beg for more, you flipped me to my stomach and roughly shoved my panties down my legs. I felt you center yourself over me and thrust hard, pushing yourself between my legs and being rewarded with heat and wet. You covered my mouth to stifle the moan. You slowly pushed into me, gaining speed silently. My hand slid lower so I could push myself over the edge while you filled me up.
The Panty Dare [F]
Rose is a great kid, and by kid of course I mean someone who also remembers the Nixon administration. She is divorced, raising a son, and works as a financial assistant for a Bay Area firm.
I met Rose on Tinder a month or so back, and we quickly hit it off. I always know I’m going to like a woman when I tell her I’m married and playing with permission, and I don’t get the door slammed in my face. If memory serves, the conversation went like this:
Me: “Let me give you a key piece of information. I’m in an open marriage, with permission to play, and I am here looking for FWBs. Let me know if that’s something you would be at all interested in.”
Rose: “It intrigues me – would your wife or other FWBs be involved?”
That’s my kind of response. (And that actually was her verbatim reply; I just now scrolled through my Tinder feed to check.)
Needless to say the conversation went interesting places from there. Likes, dislikes, fantasies, desires, and of course the inevitable arranging to get a drink. We picked a time and place for the following week, and she did some dress shopping in the meantime. She found something perfect – short and slinky, showing plenty of cleavage. I was well impressed.
(MFF) finding out just how close wife and sister in law are Part [3] [long]
Part [3]
All was clear, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My dick was being wrapped around by her warm wet lips. I felt like giving her the full load of cum that I had built up throughout the day. She was pushing her ass hard into my lap, and my dick was sliding back and forth between her lips as she let out a little moan. She led forward and grabbed the side of the pool as she stood up and pushed her ass hard into my throbbing dick as the small of her back crested the water.
As I grab her hip and hold her back from pushing into me again as the head of my dick was at the opening of her dripping pussy. I wanted to tease her with the tip and went slow, so I did hurt her. As she looks over her shoulder to see why I am holding her back, she says, “don’t worry, I’m not a virgin” and gives me an evil little smile. This comment takes me entirely of the guard, and she begins to wiggle her ass at me with my oozing tip resting just inside her tight lips. I gently pushed forward until my pulsating cock squeezed her opening, and I felt her pussy wrap tightly around my dick as she let out a little gasp. I had to pause as not to explode that very second. She was by far the tightest that I ever had and if it was real and she was not a virgin she had not been with many people. She whispers “more, please more” as her body becomes tense and her head rears back.
Sister-In-Law [MFF]
For as long as my wife Stephanie and I have been married (12 years now), her sister Janice and I have been flirting. Don’t get me wrong, it’s all very innocent; a longer-than-normal touch as we pass something across the table, a slight foot brush underneath said table. I like to give her a hard time (no pun intended) and she likes to pretend that she disapproves of me. When in reality, the whole family, including her, knows that I’m ten times better than the doucebag John that she married. While I get the feeling that she would let the flirting progress, I would never actually cheat on my wife.
Well we planned a trip, just the four of us, to the mountains for a week. It was supposed to be a chance for each couple to spend some time together, unwind a little, and maybe for the sisters to do a little shopping. I was looking forward to spending a lot of time alone with my wife, and saw the tagging along of the sister-in-law and her husband as an unavoidable annoyance. At least they would be in their own room. Or so I thought…
OC True [MF] what happened after a neighborhood summer night party.
Reposted from several months ago, I cleared my history after thinking that someone close to this story had figured it out…
So to set this up, my wife and I were pretty good friends with some neighbors, several times over the summer we had some late night parties at our place that often involved a little too much alcohol and sometimes the flirty fun had pretty suggestive content.
One of these nights, quite unexpectedly, it just happened to go a lot further. We had been drinking more than usual and the other guy had already gone home so it was just the three of us. It was getting really late so I decided to go to bed leaving the girls to chat.
Not too much later I felt someone slip into bed and didn’t really think much of it, until I felt a hand on my penis and heard a light giggle that wasn’t my wife. My wife was asleep in the living room and my neighbor came to bed!
It started slow with some kissing and some touching, omg did she feel good. The touches became more intimate and the next thing I knew was that she was giving me a blowjob while my fingers circled her soaking wet clit.