Makeup Sex with Mary [MF] Part 3

Continues from [Part 2.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ixo7xy/makeup_sex_with_mary_mf_part_2/)

“??Good cum back over and I’ll let you pick a hole properly this time.”

I (23) wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that from Mary (21), my girlfriend of the last few years from whom I was now growing further apart by the day. But even the fits and starts of our sex life the last year were still far better than I could have ever imagined. Even the makeup sex after our admittedly vicious arguments was mind-melting amazing.

But who was I kidding? There was no way our relationship was going to last much longer. We were fighting more than fucking and fucking more than figuring our shit out. We basically tried to solve everything with orgasms. Today was going to be no different. We had each issued our truces over the Sofia incident and now were planning to seal the armistice with an afternoon of vigorous sexual activity. One of us was bound to break the ceasefire within a few days, but until then, the only shots would be cum.

Taylor’s Journey through Space, Chapter 5 [MMF] [Fiction]

Taylor shifted restlessly in her sleep, slipping into a drowsy haze as she felt her shirt loosening, then being drawn slowly from her body. Slowly, so that she wasn’t certain if it was real or a dream. Just as carefully, the undershirt was discarded before hands moved to the clasp of her pants. She was on her back. How? There shouldn’t be room.

Her eyes opened, blinking in the soft glow of the low heat lamp above them. Mike was drawing her pants from her body, his gaze hard and a reminder. He had promised her. Her heart raced as her panties came next, leaving her naked, her body laid out for him.

His lips kicked up in a grin as he motioned for her to turn back to Ivan. She rolled back to her side, barely containing her moan as the tips of her breasts brushed against his back.

“Taylor.” Ivan whispered her name as her arm came over his waist. He wasn’t asleep, but she knew he would fight it, knew he couldn’t give in first.

Sister watching sister part 2

The idea of letting the guys on the boat take her and use her, Julie couldn’t get that idea out of her mind. When she got home, she saw the post orgasm glow about her sister Chloe, and she smiled inwardly, knowing that she had introduced Chloe to a great new way to get off.

During the night, Julie dreamed about what was on her mind, three stiff cocks plundering her, plunging into her mouth, her pussy and forcing open the tight virginity of her ass hole. She awoke with the pulsing of an orgasm, her fingers buried in her creaming pussy and rubbing at her tight ass hole. As she lay in post orgasmic bliss, she kicked off the covers, gazing at the ceiling. An idea began to form in her mind. They’d seen her once, would they be checking out that side of the lake, hoping for her to show up again? And if that happened, would she be brave enough to follow through, and experience her first gang bang? The remnants of the dream made her lust purr, and she decided that she’d have to at least try it. Yeah, yeah, it was a risk, but isn’t that what life is all about? The newly discovered wanton little slut hidden inside her had risen to the surface, and that cemented the idea in place. She was going to go back there, and see if she could get lucky.

How my landlord drugged and abused me for days. [Mf] [bd] [cn] [anal] [fist] [drugs]

I moved to a new apartment a couple of months ago. It’s a small one bedroom, that sits on the ground level of a house on the outskirts of the city. It takes me a while to get to work, but the rent is cheap. And there’s a big beautiful garden.

Upstairs lives my landlady Vera, with her son, Greg who’s got to be atleast 40, and grossly overweight. Vera’s sweet and we get along well, but I’ve never really spoken to her son. He doesn’t seem to go out much, and Vera told me he doesn’t work.

I’ve noticed him eyeing me from his window whenever I’m out in the garden. Honestly, I’ve always deep down sort of enjoyed guys looking at me, even gross guys like Greg, so I dont mind too much. Makes me feel desireable. Even when it’s creepy guys like Greg.

One evening I get home late from work and notice someone’s left something by my door. It’s a bottle of wine, with a little card attached. “To Lily, thanks so much for looking in on Whiskers. Love Vera.”

The first time I [M] did a [F] in da booty.

This happened when I was around 18, I am now 31 so I don’t remember every single detail of this situation but I will do my best.

Like I said this happened when I was 18 and the girl I was dating at the time was 17. We were at my house alone one day laying in my bed watching a movie. she and I had been dating for awhile and we had sex anytime we had the chance. I was super horny as most guys are at that age, so I turned to her and kissed her. I started to move down and kiss her neck, chest, and down to her stomach. She knew what time it was and as I attempted to undo her button on her jeans she reached down and pulled my face back up to her face and said “I can’t right now, its that time of the month”.

The Librarian’s Needs Part 2 [fm]

[Part 1 Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/izm12o/the_librarians_needs_fm/)

(I’ve seen all the advice you guys gave me and hopefully part two reflects on my improvement. If you have any requests for a specific story my pms are open. I don’t know if I’m going to make another part to this but who knows.)

“Hey we aren’t done yet.”

“We’re not?”

“We aren’t, I didn’t have an orgasm yet.”

He stared sheepishly, truly not knowing how to respond to that. “I’m sorry?”

She giggled at the awkwardness in his voice. “Don’t be, it’s fine, but we aren’t leaving until you do give me one.”

“Okay… well I can’t give you one right now. I’m going to need a few minutes.” he responds, his dick was still limp recovering from last time.

“Okay that’s fine, I’m going to go check up on the help desk and see if anyone needs help real quick. Don’t move!”

The Promise to the pretty Manger is full filled (5)

The Promise to the pretty Manger is full filled (5)

I knew she was there and awake. She was looking at me and I am sure smiling. “Are you going to look at me or maybe give me a kiss but be warned I have carpet breath.”

She chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose and I open my eyes. I look at her and asked “Been up long?” Her “Long enough.”Long enough for what?” I asked. “You will see.”

I reach out and stroke her face and smile “Yes I will see.” She sat up and I can smell the bacon frying and I am hungry. I roll over sit up, and stand up and head for the main room following her.

“Do I have enough time for a cold shower before breakfast?” I can see she is wearing one my t shirt with the oversized collar hole sliding down her should. It was very 80 chic.

“Nope you do not, you will have enough time to take a hot shower. I finished about an hour ago” Kept the shower brisk and went in and put on clean underwear and came to the kitchen table to have breakfast.

[F] Football Sunday plus surprise party equal my first gangbang

For my 30th birthday, my then boyfriend Chuck said he had a surprise for me. I didn’t really know what it was, but he hinted it was something that turned me on and something we had talked about doing. I was running through some possibilities – bondage? Gloryhole? Strap-on’s? I couldn’t quite figure it out but I was super excited – I love being surprised. Like, genuinely surprised.

Sunday before my birthday was a big football weekend. One of my favorite weekends – the wildcard playoff weekend. Chuck and his boys usually got together at his place on Sundays to watch football, and I was usually over there Sunday mornings. I loved football and Chuck loved to show me off – he would always say stuff like, “oh yeah, wear that tank top with no bra so your tits are practically falling out.” I also enjoyed teasing his friends; I loved when I could see that they were genuinely conflicted about watching the 4th n inches play or my cleavage. I also loved to tease them by giving them hugs, or brushing my tits against their arms.

Taylor’s Journey through Space, Chapter 4 [MMF] [Fiction]

Okay, it wasn’t an aphrodisiac for sure. It wasn’t a chemical reaction. It wasn’t a biological malfunction. So what was left?

Two days later, Taylor stood hunched over the microscope, dressed once again in only her undershirt and panties. The heat was sweltering.

She had finally convinced Ivan and Mike to give her the samples she needed to run the tests. Blood, sweat, semen and skin tests showed several variances, though. Almost—she searched for a way of describing it—a time-share. As though, their bodies were suddenly caught in a switch or relay. Normal responses were being interrupted and priority being given to the sexual. She was attracted to both men, had known it all along, though it was Ivan she had been falling in love with.

There were two men and she was the sole woman. Two potential baby-makers and her hormones were ready to mate. Somehow, the planet itself was making a way to ensure population. It had created a perfect paradise and now seemed to throb with the need to see it filled with life. Now, Taylor has to figure out exactly how this planet was doing this to them.

Confessions of a Username (Part III) – A semi autobiographical story [MF]

III

The urge for different kinds of sex was taking over me and I urgently needed to try something new. I felt that I was losing my temper for repressing very strong sexual desires. Even though I had concluded that a more controlled digital sex life would be needed, I still had things to try that my relationship would not allow. Little by little, I started to rationalize things and what once seemed evil, now seemed totally reasonable. Maybe I was going mad or my brain chemicals took over me, but I felt human and alive by doing things naturally without fearing the consequences. Living dangerously brought a sense of freedom, or so it seemed – I did not have to hide anything from anyone, I could accept myself entirely and I could satisfy my sexual needs. At least this is what I wanted, but a part of me knew that I could lose my life as I knew it and the future could be filled with suffering for something I did while not being in the right state of mind.