“I WANT MORE.” [mmf] [mf] [piss] [puke] [oral] [anal] [mast] [creampie eating] [DP] [piss enema] [gag puke] [saliva] [swallow]

“I’ve got a date tonight,” read the incoming text from my best friend, Cassie.

“Okay,” I said. “Good luck, be safe!”

“He’s being a little weird, but I am fucking horny so I’ll ping you my location.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

A few hours later, my phone rang. It was Cassie and she was laughing and crying. Evidently, her date did not go well and she was sitting outside of his apartment building. I told her to hold tight, I’d come and get her. In the car, we sat in silence for a while. I wasn’t sure how to ask the question that I needed to ask.

“He didn’t, you know, rape me,” she finally volunteered. “I just felt pressured.”

“Well … tell me what happened.”

Getting together with my[F] cousin[M] part III

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ujpf0/getting_together_with_myf_cousinm_part_i/)

[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vfbq9/getting_together_with_myf_cousinm_part_ii/)

Hello again! Sorry to make those who have been anxious for the next wait a little bit. I hope this is good enough to satisfy that wait. Also thank you to everyone who’s been so nice! I honestly didn’t think part one and two would have that many people like it or feel the need to message me either. So thank you! Let’s just get into it now, yeah?

So Michael and I had just spent all night sexting in the same room. I was wet and hot and extremely annoyed that I couldn’t go ride the cum out of him right then and there. I was about to just relieve myself too. But part of me really wanted to believe that he would really find a way for us to be together, and I thought my orgasm would be 10x more satisfying if I waited and he would be the one to make me release. I debated what to do if I should secretly and silently touch myself while I’m in a crowded room or just wait. I fell asleep during this debate.

First trip to a nude beach [FM]

A little background. I’m originally from Iowa and moved here after a close girlfriend invited me out and I decided to stay. I ended up getting a job as an associate professor at San Diego State University. I’ve officially lived here since June and really like it here compared to home.

My girlfriend is much more outgoing than I am and I tend to be pulled into situations I wouldn’t be caught near normally. Sometimes it’s been positive, other times not as much. She told me that we should go to a nude beach and my initial reaction was absolutely no. She has applying peer pressure down to an art so several hours later we came to some concessions. I would go but it would need to be either super early or super late. We settled on late because of our schedules.

We met at her apartment and took an Uber to the beach. There was little doubt our driver was familiar with it based on his stupid grin when we told where we were headed. We got there pretty quickly and grabbed our stuff and headed to the beach. From where we were dropped off it was more of a hike than I expected. One warning to those wanting to go to a nude beach. It’s not full of hot singles looking to frolic in the sun. It’s mostly old hippie types that haven’t seen a razor in decades.

[F] I was a slut on vacation. Part 2

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9whhs2/f_i_was_a_slut_on_vacation/?st=JOG7QIRK&sh=b899cb4c)

I was still on the bed, and the other 2 guys were staring at me. Pretty much they all were. Maybe it was just me, but I could see it in their eyes what they were thinking. One of them finally asks, pretty straight forward at that point. He asks me if I wanted more fun, that he is more than willing. The last guy pretty much jumps at the same time, saying that he would love to fuck me as well.

To be honest, I was already considering it after the 2nd guy started fucking me. I was pretty satisfied at that point, but still somewhat horny. Before they could even get to decide, I agree to them but I ask them to do it at the same time. I’ve had 3somes before, and I always really enjoyed it. They seemed more startled, than hesitant. Their friend was still on the bed behind me still naked, so they didn’t seem to mind being naked.

The Neighborhood: Part 11 [MF][Exh][Oral][ENF][Mast][Sex][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 21: Stella Learns Why It’s Important to Knock**

Alison and Stella were sitting on the couch watching TV. Colin waved, though they barely glanced up. He went upstairs to his bedroom and took off his clothes to take a shower. He tossed everything but his suit in the hamper and was walking back to the bed after hanging up his suit when Stella walked into the room.

“They’re in my closet!” He heard his wife call from downstairs.

“Okay, I’ll find—oh shit!” She stopped dead, seeing Colin fully naked before her. She averted her eyes. “I’m, fuck, I’m sorry.” She said. “I was cold, and Alison said she had some throw blankets in her closet.”

“I’ll show you.” He said. Stella held a hand in front other eyes. “Don’t be silly, Stella. You actually saw me naked, right?”

“Yes!” She said, embarrassment putting a giggle in her response. “But I wasn’t *expecting* you to be naked—the door was wide open.”

“It was bound to happen with you living here. It’s hot out there, and I needed to take a shower after walking back from the bus. Just—Stella.” Her took her hand and pulled it from her eyes. He watched her track over his naked body. “Honestly, I’m sure you’ve seen a naked guy before.”

[MF] Biology Blows

Hey everyone. Long time reader. First time posting. This story happened years ago. But, I’m writing about it because I think about it often. I tried to keep it short to save you, the readers, time. You can skip down a few paragraphs to get to the dirty stuff.
   
     Around early 2013, I met a woman on Plenty of Fish. Beautiful, 5’6, long black hair, and curvy. She was a high school biology teacher. She wore glasses and her hair was always in a ponytail. When she let it down, it would fall to the top of her butt. For this story, we will call her Consuela. After about four days of chatting online, we decided to meet up at the mall. The first meet up went well. We talked about dating and who we were dating. Consuela had been out on a few dates and had prospects. I was cool with it.
     A few days after our first meet up. I asked her out on a real date. She couldn’t for some reason. But then she invited me to meet her at the mall again. This time at the Barnes & Noble. She would do her lesson planning and grade there. I guess she wanted company. We did this for a while. Sometimes I would bring my work with me. I felt like I was getting put in the friend zone. But, I liked her. And today, I still like her. 
     Eventually, we stopped talking. I assumed she caught feelings for another guy. I mean we were open about dating from the beginning. A few months after we stopped talking, she sends me a text. She said she missed hanging out with me. I was overjoyed that she hit me up. But of course, I played it cool. This was a Tuesday. On that Friday, we actually went out on a real date. At the end of it, we hugged and kissed. The following week we were texting each other every day. On Sunday morning, she invites me to her apartment. I’m like, “Oh god. This is about to happen. We are finally about to do this.”

Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 3 [FF][Oral][Orgy][Mast][Exh][FDom][MC][Voy[[Magic]

**Note:** Screwed up the title. This is **Part 4**…

**Chapter 9: Fangs, But No Fangs**

The frat house was between two of the campus corners Sabina had visited earlier in the day, just across the street from the official campus, and dating back almost to the founding. The pledge at the door asked them for school ID, though he spent most of the time eying Vera’s boobs, and the girls went inside to stuffy basement where the music was thumping and the beers were plenty.

As was typical, most of the girls were dancing with each other, while the guys—who it turned out had to wear all white—watched and drank. Sabina loved abandoning herself to the music, and made a good show of grinding up against half the dancers, taking the opportunity to grope Vera in the crowded space, and giving Lisa more than few caresses. She pulled a couple guys out to dance, casting a room-wide enchantment to make everyone a bit more daring, and soon the room was thronged with dancers. Sabina was enjoying a guy grinding against her ass, his hardon pretty obvious through her thin dress, and the desire giving her a power-buzz, not too dissimilar to what she was feeling from the beer. She saw some guy with Lisa, his hand on her ass, though she was doing the same with him. Vera was off in the corner on some guy’s lap, his hand inside the front of her dress, and Sabina felt a twinge of jealousy, both for wanting to be that guy, and for the sex Vera was probably going to have later. The guy behind her eased up and she felt his hand go between her legs and up to cup her sex.

The Time We Picked Someone Up On Facebook – Part 1 [MFF, swing, oral, anal]

My wife and I had met Nora on Facebook. She’d been lonely for quite a while since her husband left her three years ago, and her attempts at dating had gone badly. We’d seen her post pictures of herself before going out for the past year and more and more, we both were wondering what her huge rack was like under those tight shirts. We contacted her and dropped several subtle hints over the course of a few weeks and eventually began dropping references to swinging.

We gauged her interest as being open to the idea, but were waiting for the perfect opportunity to suggest it. We dropped the hint one night on chat when she said, “I wonder what it’d be like with a couple.” That was the opening my wife wanted. She boby-checked me out of the way and began to take over the chat.

“Marie here now. are you really curious?”

“Yeah. I guess. why?”

“Because we can make that happen if you want.” No one ever accused my wife of being subtle.

“OMG! Are u serius?”

“Totally serious. You’re very nice and you deserve to have fun.”

Dreams are weird [MF watersports]

They rarely have a preamble, and they’re hard to hang on to, but I remember her well. Short Chestnut hair, a mousey face with a cute button nose. She wore a pink blouse over white denim shorts. But what stuck me most was what she was doing.

The conversation was light, talking about family coming down for the holiday, trying to figure out what we were going to do with them. Where would they start, what fun things can we do, what would we feed them, and the like. The conversation was a bit difficult to have, however, as she had to pull her mouth away from my cock every time she wanted to speak. This naturally made it difficult for me as well, having a dainty face staring up at me, a thin film of spit dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she slowly pushes me down her throat. I was a bit hampered as well, by a pressing need to pee, as well, though I was largely unconcerned with it.

Taking Emma [nc]

Emma looks at her phone on another sleepy Saturday night. Her husband Ben gets up to go bed early after fighting sleep through their 3rd episode of their most recent Netflix obsession. He gives Emma a peck on her forehead as he leaves the room, telling her not to stay up too late in a drowsy voice. She quickly opens the tab back up in her iPhones web browser, loading video after video of girls struggling against threatening aggressors as they have their clothing ripped off and are forced to take a brutal pounding from the somewhat comically endowed actors.

She fidgets in her comfy chair as she feels her excitement pool between her legs, yearning to be the poor girl running through the woods with her breasts exposed, and leggings torn, presenting her plump slit as she falls over a conveniently placed log, holding her vulnerable flower at just the right angle for her pursuer to bury his shaft into her as she fills the forest with her faux screams. It was something that Emma had fantasized about for years, knowing it would be outside her mild mannered husband’s comfort zone. It was something that even if Ben tried to do for her, it would end with her laughing and him going even further into sexual repression. She knew her fantasy of being safely “raped” by a stranger was not in the cards for her.