Hannah’s Innocence Lost (mf, Fm, Ff first) Part 2/2

***Continued from Part 1…***

It was Jennifer who broke the silence this time. “Adam, mommy needs to cum. Get over here and lick me.”

Her skirt was rucked up to her waist, and her legs were open, spreading her beaver for her everyone’s view. She’d been training Adam in the oral arts for weeks now, and he’d become a good cunt licker, as Hannah had experienced an hour ago. Jennifer needed to feel the boy’s tongue in her slit.

Adam dutifully rose and crossed the room, his pink, leaking dick bobbing before him at half mast. His mother’s pussy was wet and shiny from her arousal. He enjoyed licking it at home, but this would be the first time with a witness other than his father.

Jennifer’s thick pubic hair was trimmed to a neat triangle above her slit, and her meaty inner labia were on display. Adam knelt between her legs and bent to perform his duty.

“I like the way you have it trimmed,” Lisa said.

“Thanks. I keep a patch there for Adam to stick his nose into while he sucks me. It provides a stronger fragrance to excite and encourage him. He’s quite a little pussy slave and loves to please me like this.”

The Camgirl Part XLII: Just have to be Patient [Plot] [Teasing] [Anal-Kind of]

**XLII: Liam and Blake**

**Liam**

Liam groaned as he flopped back onto his pillow, lofted bed shaking a bit with the movement. Finally lying flat seemed to alleviate some of the soreness and general fatigue that had kicked in earlier today.

“Marie fuckin’ you too hard, Liam?” Eli asked. He lay opposite Liam in his own lofted bed.

“Too much ass-fucking,” Swar said from the other side of their triple, “You gotta make sure she uses enough lube when she puts it in you, Liam. Especially if she’s gonna fuck you all day.”

Liam snorted, rolling his eyes. When his roommates got like this, it was usually better to just go along with it, upping the ridiculous with each successive comment, “I’ll remember that. I think she actually might be. By the way, in this scenario is Marie using a strapon or does she secretly have a dick?”

“Strapon,” they both said.

“That way she doesn’t have to stop,” Swar added.

“Of course,” Liam said, grinning, “Honestly, that might have been preferable to yesterday. That way just one part of me would be sore.”

“Dude,” Eli said, “You’re actually complaining about your girlfriend fucking you too much?”

[MM] I finally make my straight work colleague cum

Just a quick recap on my straight mate from work “Jack”. We used to work together and I, along with every other gay and women in the office, fancied the pants off him. Alas he was straight and also had a gf who worked in the same office. Jack was always curious about life in general and eventually his curiosity turned to sexuality. Not long after he started to become curious his gf dumped him, he he saw this as his chance to explore. As one of his few gay friends I was the lucky one he wanted to explore with. I have previously written about a couple of our encounters here [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/azgp15/my_straight_mate_from_work_becomes_curious/) & [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/b519jh/staright_mate_from_work_fucks_me_with_my_dildo/).

We hooked up several times over the space of about 6 months and sent each other LOTS of pics and images. He was fascinated by closes up of my cock and ass and we would sext a lot. In fact he wanted to do it even more than I did.

My Confusion Part 2 [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

As I was about to cum my mind went to the training room with the coach rubbing my leg near my crotch, it was at that moment I came.
What the fuck I thought, why did I think of that now?
And why did it make me cum so hard?

Early the next morning I was out on the track.
The morning sun felt great on my alcohol abused body.
You could see the dew beginning to burn off the track.
Later as the asphalt heats up comes the shimmer of heat mirages that trick you into thinking there is water on the track.
When I run late in the day I use these to trick my mind into thinking I have to reach them.
Yet they are always just out of reach.
I decided to get the jump on my team mates while they were still asleep.
I was trying to beat my best time and to that end I set a training regime, one that is a bit more rigorous then what the coach set forth.
Each day up at dawn and onto the track.
I loved running alone, I had only myself to compete with.
When in a group there was the inevitable need to be better, faster then those around you.
When I am alone I have time to think and allow my mind to wander where it will.
This morning it wandered to my coach and why I thought of him while jerking off last night.

Jilted Lovers – The Alicia Affair Pt 2 (Adultery/Cheating) (Anal) (Stretching) (Spanking) (Office Sex)

The next day, Alicia still felt stretched from Eddies large cock. She felt amazing, but after a night’s sleep, she knew that she had to call it off with Eddie. It was a onetime thing that Brian would never know about and that she would never do again. Alicia logged into her bank’s website to pay her car payment before work. Her eyes ran over the available balances and froze when she saw the ‘baby fund’ had dropped from the previous $9,287.56 to $1,192.17. Alicia’s face burned with anger, he had taken out another eight grand from their account set aside for having a baby. She cursed Brian as she logged off. *That sonofabitch didn’t even bother to tell me! That Bastard!*

Finish reaching chapter 2 [here](https://rileyblackstone.wordpress.com/2019/11/10/jilted-lovers-the-alicia-affair-pt-2/)to find out what happens next. Chapter 1 is available [here](https://rileyblackstone.wordpress.com/2019/11/08/jilted-lovers-the-alicia-affair-pt-1/) if you missed it

Losing my virginity and living out my ultimate fantasy [MF]

When I was 19, I was a freshman in college still getting over the heartbreak of things not working out with my high school sweetheart, and it was especially painful for me when Valentine’s Day rolled around for obvious reasons. Because of her religion, we never had sex, and I felt an intense longing to lose my virginity, but I’ve never been the best at engendering relationships with the opposite sex, so the thought occurred to me to hire an escort for the occasion. So I went to the escorts section of Backpage (it was still a thing back then) to find one who I liked.

I eventually settled on a curvy 26 (or so I thought) blonde named Taylor (which was just an alias) and sent her a text asking to schedule an incall. We scheduled a 30-minute one (which was all I could afford) at the Quality Inn where she stayed for 2:00 PM that day after I got out of class. Because I didn’t have my driver’s license yet, I had to take the bus all the way to the other side of town about 5-10 miles and walk an additional stretch in the pouring rain to get to the hotel. When I got there I sat in the hotel lobby only to get a text from her saying that she’d be late because of work and that she had to delay our little get-together until 3. So I went and dinked around in the nearby library for an hour before then, and she texted me her room number and I went up to it and knocked on the door.

Wrong About Love

I’m a talented professor at a large university. My focus is in biology and I teach six days a week. The only reason I teach on Saturday is because I have nothing to do. I don’t go out much nor do I entertain others. You would think that a handsome man like me would be out a lot but no. I rather not get into relationships because for the most part they end badly. Besides my life is still entangled with a past relationship. Also I am partially disabled due to a car accident a year ago. I moved to a new place shortly after the accident. The rehab center in Atlanta is way better than the one in Kentucky. My legs are partially paralyzed. I have no feeling in my lower thighs and feet. It’s been hard but I have cried enough tears to fill a river. Now I just keep myself busy with work and outside opportunities writing papers. One day I was grading some papers when Dean Kirkin came into my class. I turned around in my wheel chair, then watched her walk towards me.

“David you submitted a transfer to the south campus, why?”

[Mfm] [cuck] An account of the wonderful night when I, a mature naturally dominant man (47), was asked to be a Bull for a young couple (26F, 28M) who wanted to try cuckolding

This is a true story.

I’m in my late 40’s. I’ve been a Dom for a long as I remember, but I’ve defined myself as a service Dom for about the last five years or so, since one of my subs pointed out that it’s a good description of my Domming style – I try to give my partners the best experience I can, and tailor the experience specifically to their wants and needs. I’ve also been Bull to a few couples, and wanted to have more experiences of that sort. So I created this Reddit account. Very soon after creating the account I made contact with a married couple. They were in their mid-20’s, had been together since they were in their teens, and had been married for five years. They had only had sexual experiences with each other, but were sexually adventurous. She was the more dominant one of the couple and they had started to play with BDSM, with him submitting to her. They had talked about cuckolding, and they both found the idea of a Bull exciting. She also found the idea of submitting to a more dominant man exciting, and she found older dominant men especially attractive.

DON’T TELL MY WIFE [mf] [threesome] [slut] [anal] [throatfuck]

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Katia and Lucy had been married for six years. Katia was gay for as long as she could remember. But Lucy … her wife … well, that was a different story. Lucy didn’t even think she was bi until high school, when on a dare, she had to make out with another girl. She did, the boys went crazy, but her pussy was soaked. By college, Lucy was experimenting a little, but she still leaned towards men.

It wasn’t until her late 20s when, on a whim, she decided to go on a date with a girl she met on Tinder. They dated for a year. Lucy loved it. They sex was intense. And they could share clothes, too. Added bonus. But, no amount of pegging and fake cum dildos could replace the real thing.

“I Don’t Speak Slut.” [Choking] [Anal] [D/s]

It had been a long few days of stress and tears. We had lost a friend, his new car acting up any way the car could creating problem after problem that we had to figure out. We had finally sat down on his couch when he pulled off his shirt asking me to scratch his back. My normal enthusiasm was long gone from another mentally exhausting day and I accidentally let out a groan but still complied with his request. ‘I should only be thankful he is letting me touch him.’ I hear myself think.

“What’s wrong?” He inquired with actual concern rather than his usual rhetoric. “Nothing, really. Just tired today.” He knew how tired I was after working mornings, in mourning and using the rest of my mental capacity on helping him solve his issues with the vehicle. After a few moments he asked “where do you want a back rub, bedroom or couch?” Normally this question meant I was in for a little teasing but I pushed the thought out of my mind, figuring we were both too tired for play. “Bedroom. It’s easier on your knees.” I was thinking of his needs as well mine, something a good girl should always do.