After our last post-lecture rendezvous behind the podium, I had been thinking about my sexy Professor more than ever. It had been a couple of days since then and we had been exchanging text messages daily. They always started out harmless, things like “I can’t wait to see you again,” and “I can’t get you out of my mind.” On this particular evening, I was sitting alone at my apartment, painting my toenails and listening to music. My sliding door was opening, and a warm summer breeze drifted through the door and brushed against my dewy skin. A glass of cold Chardonnay sat on my coffee table, sweat dripping down the stem onto the wood. I picked it up, put the glass to my lips and let the cold alcohol past my lips into my throat. I felt its effects in my core almost instantly. My arms and legs came alive with an exciting tingle and my brain felt a jolt. I glanced over at my phone, sitting face up on the couch. 8:22 pm. I had been telling myself not to text him daily, that to make it the most exciting would mean to have our texts and meet ups less frequent. But I couldn’t stop thinking about his dark eyes and the utter excitement I saw in them whenever he saw me. I sat my glass of wine down on the table, picked up my phone and laid back on the couch. I slid my left hand down the front of my yoga pants and let my pointer finger gently massage my clit over the top of my red string thong panties. As i gently touched my soft folds I opened my text messages with my other hand.
first one, hopefully leaves you wanting more
the climb that day was oddly quiet, not necessarily the company but the air, the overall lack of people outside of you and me. the sun shown brightly and the air carried by a warm dry breeze only felt during the short moments of relief from the forested mountainside. It was a short hike to the water side campsite. After reaching the stopping point we sat and rested i suggested a skinny dip in the cold water. stripping myself of my clothes slowly winking and giddily suggesting you to join me. i wade in wincing at the icy temperature and veg you to join me. reluctantly you undress on the rocky beach. Skin warm and glowing under the sun, skin pimples by the anticipation of getting in. Walking up to you knees breathing deep you dive at me covering me in freezing water. Surfacing “it’s so cold, I am getting out” i grab you by the arms and bring you close. The freezing water is relieved by the warmed of my body. Wiping the water from your lips i kiss you deeply pulling you by your hips tightly to me. You softly scratch into my back trying to pull yourself away from the water and deeper into my warm embrace. you wrap you legs around me as i begin to walk out of the water. Suspended still locked in passion you can feel the heat of my cock as it grows against your thigh. Out of the water i place you gently on a warm flat stone and kiss your neck, shoulders, and stomach with every move further south more of your body is exposed to the sun your skin prickling with the heat of the day, nipples hardened by the cold water and now the soft sensation of a warm breeze.
Last week, I fucked my best friends girlfriend, and it got out of control, messy and mesmerizing [MF]
**The background**
I’ve known my best mate and his gf (Olivia) for about 5 years or so. Im 23 and they are a year older than me. His gf has always been the girl Ive wanted for myself- she is curvy, wide hips, huge ass, thick thighs and a soft face with rosy cheeks. We’ve locked eyes so many times over the years, warmth washing over me knowing exactly what she is thinking as she blushes and smiles at me. But nothing ever happened.
**The camping trip**
Last week, Olivia, her bf, myself and two of our other friends went on a weekend camping trip near the beach (we live in east Australia). An opportunity finally came. My bestfriend trusts me a lot and would never even think I want to fuck his gf’s brains out, so him and our two other mates decided on the first morning (after setting up tents) to walk over to one of the nicer beaches so they could surf. When he asked Olivia if she wanted to join, I was behind him. We locked eyes and from that moment I knew we had the chance. She instantly said she didnt feel like it.
[M]y wi[F]e comes home after six weeks away and we fuck like rabbits
Saturday night and Sunday were a blur of fucking, teasing, licking and kinky fun.
My wife had been away for six weeks for work and arrived home on Saturday evening. During her time away we had teased each other, sexting details of what we were going to do when she was back. As some background, we are generally quite kinky and she enjoys taking control.
We got in from the airport and went straight up to the bedroom where we quickly stripped off and jumped in the shower. She got down on her knees and started sucking my already hard cock. Sucking hard she also reached around and started playing with my tight ass which she knows drives me crazy. After a few minutes and almost bringing me to the edge she got up. “Kneel down bitch” . She then presented me with her hairy pussy and demanded that I lick it. I did not need asking twice and started licking up and down, savouring her sweet taste after six long weeks.
She then pulled away and turned around. “Lick it”. I knew what was expected and buried my face in her ass, pushing my tongue into her tight hole which she pushed back against me.
[MF] Still Don’t Know Her Name. Never Forget Her Body. Travel Has It’s Perks!!
Sitting at the bar having a drink after a long day. She gets off the elevator and i notice her. She knows I’ve evaluate it and can tell I approve. She sits next to me and we exchanged small talk. After a while I decide she is not interested in more but that’s ok. I order my final drink and to my surprise she sends me the subtle signal by changing her drink to mine. She smiles and I know she wants me. I down my drink and she does as well. Off to the elevator and I ask her what floor. She says yours if you wish. I swipe my door key and we barely make it in. Her arms around my neck. Kissing me deeply, she lifts a leg to wrap it around my hips as I push her forcefully against the wall. My cock throbbing in my dress pants, I can feel it against her heat under her thong. Her dress lifting as I hold the back of her head kissing her deeply, my other hand working up her thigh. I place my hand on her mound. I can feel it throbbing through her panties. I drop her straps from her dress exposing her breasts, pulling her away from the wall just long enough for the dress to fall to her waist as push her against the wall again. My mouth sucking on her breasts, lightly biting her nipples and pulling them until the just pop from my mouths grasp. My other hand massaging her breast. My other hand on her mound and I can feel the wetness on her panties. I know it’s going to be a good night.
It started with a drink [MF]
She was sitting on the other side of the quiet hotel bar when I walked in. I ordered a scotch and sat idly watching the ice cubes while some talking heads ranted on the overhead screen.
Brunette hair to her shoulders, pretty face, a business-like jacket with a white blouse underneath. Finished her meetings for the day and just relaxing before the flight home tomorrow, most likely. Like me. She caught my eye briefly and half-smiled, then looked down at her drink.
What the hell, I thought. Fortune favors the brave.
“Can I get you another one of those?”
She looked up. “Sure.” I ordered and paid the barman.
“Thanks. I’m Jane.” She took a sip and half-turned towards me. I took the stool next to her.
“I’m Karl. Pleased to meet you, Jane.”
We chatted for a while. Yes, she was here on business. Leaving the next day on a flight in the afternoon. The conversation came naturally and ended up moving closer to hear each others words. We were leaning in towards each other; our knees bumped and then rested against each other. I made to order another round.
How I know you cock would [F]it in my ass
I was reading r/gonewildstories while sitting on the chair in the living room. There was a story about a couple who rented via airbnb and had the renter come and play with the wife while the husband watched. I started playing with myself under my pants and got wetter as the story went.
When I was done reading that story, I kept browsing my nsfw account subscribed to all the nsfw subs like r/mengw r/ladiebonersgw and got even more turned on by the variety of cocks. At this point I was fingering myself and trying to get in as many fingers as I could because I love being filled up. Then I decided this wasn’t doing it so I went to my room..
I got out my dildo and started using it to fuck myself while I laid on the floor. The whole time I was on the floor I was thinking how much more enjoyable it would be to have someone fucking me so I could relax. I moved to the wall and suctioned the dildo there so I could ram my pussy against it (still wished it was one of you). I tried to change positions so that I could stand up a little more but the dildo fell off the wall so I was like fuck it, if I’m going to keep using it, I have to put a condom on it or wash it so I put a condom on it and though what the hell let’s see if my ass can take it.
[MF] No Such Thing As A Bad Beach Day
It wasn’t a busy day on the beach. Too hot for most I’m sure. It seemed like a good idea to take a walk and clear my head. A morning full of arrogant business men who truely I believed had no business running a company other than the fact that daddy had either died or handed it over to them after sucking most of his customers dry anyway. I liked this beach and stayed here often when in the area. Quiet, quaint homes with no public access to the soft sand. The homes not extravagant, more reminiscent of a time when families vacationed and enjoyed there time together. Large decks for BBQ’s, gatherings, and far enough from the waters they were at level with the sand vs the stilts of most present beach homes.
The Girl Who Said “I don’t go to second base on first dates” [MF]
So, I met this girl through some mutual friends at the park smoking a bowl. She was a solid 8(skinny, cute face, okay tits, nice ass). I noticed a slight bulge in my pants just looking at her and we immediately hit it off. I ended up getting her snapchat and I play it cool and text her a few days later to hangout. I ended up picking her up at her house and take her back to the park we met at. We talk, laugh, and walk around the park for a good 3 hours when I finally decided to make a fucking move. I basically sat on her while we were looking at the stars and she complained that I was crushing her so I then laid on top of her and gave her a kiss. We got to making out and I try to feel her up and she stops me and says “I don’t go to second base on first dates. You have to buy me dinner first”. I replied something along the lines of “It’s just a boob and I have some snacks in my car”. She laughed and began to rant on how she’s not like other girls and doesn’t do that on first dates. I tease her a little more about it and then suggest we leave as it was getting late, she follows. Although, it wasn’t clear that I was taking her home, I give her an offer to hang out at my place for a little, she says “thats fine”.
“It’s late. If we’re gonna fuck I suppose we should do it now.” [MF]
First story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/875jrg/or_we_could_just_yknow_fuckmf)
Second story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8db765/im_tired_are_we_going_to_fuck_or_should_i_sort)
A few days later.
It was late. I was walking home in the cold with a bag a goodies from my dealer after a shitty week. Naturally, I’d stopped off for a couple on my way there, a couple on my way back and a couple for good luck. I was tipsy. It was an achievement, considering he only lived a ten minute walk away.
The plan was simple. Order Chinese, get stoned as fuck and do my very best not to tug one out. Conscious conservation. I’d been saving myself, just in case. As I approached my building I saw her, standing in the stoop, waiting. A broad, involuntary smile spread across my face.
The usual story. It was late, she’d missed her bus, her phone was dead. She was shivering. I was her savior, yet again. I swear I was practically hard with anticipation as we climbed the stairs. I had expectations, whether I wanted them or not. Once inside I told her to make herself at home and excused myself. Fucking beer. I had to sit down to piss because of my anticipatory semi.
I found her in the living room, her coat draped over a chair, dressed, for want of a better analogy, like a hooker. A tight top through which her nipples poked, a short skirt that hugged her hips and best of all, knee length fuck-me boots. I’m pretty sure I did that thing that Homer Simpson does when he sees pork chops. James fucking Bond.