[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 4: Delight

[Part 1: Discovery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nel4x/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_1_discovery/)

[Part 2: Dalliance](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6npy7g/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_2_dalliance/)

[Part 3: Descent](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6p07s2/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_3_descent/)

So there we were. Top row of our high school football stadium, our homecoming game laid out before us, the city lights beyond, surrounded by hundreds of screaming fans. Drew leaned against me, panting, trying to do so quietly without drawing attention to herself. She clutched my forearm under the blanket we shared. My fingers, soaked in the juice from the orgasm I’d just given her, continued to slowly massage, pinch, and roll her clit inside her jeans. Her hips bucked and rolled softly–something else she tried to conceal–and in spite of her best efforts, a quiet moan escaped her lips.

“*Ooh…* Please… I need more,” she whispered. “*Please…*” she moaned as I rolled her clit again.

“Then follow me,” I said, and gave her clit one final, soft pinch as I slipped my hand out of her pants. Drew quietly redid the button on her jeans and sat up. I grabbed her hand and led her down the bleachers. As we descended, our team completed a pass for a touchdown.

Presidential receiving line (f/m, m/m, oral)

This is satire based on the idea that giving a blowjob is as common as opening a door for someone. It is completely consensual and very normal.

The president stood at the end of another long receiving line and I was again amazed by his charm. Anyone can be charming for half an hour but he stood in his office, with his perfect posture and unwaveringly kind smile, and greeted visitors for hours at a time. The man was a phenomenon.

No one would have begrudged him a flaccid cock in a situation like this. Many distracted or disinterested presidents would bruskly shake hands with the men while one by one their wives elegantly took to their knees in a deep curtsey (all of them, it seemed, had gone to finishing school) and politely closed their mouths around the limp presidential member for the polite amount of time: three head bobs of the head according to Emily Post. Then they would rise just as elegantly as they had kneeled and nod to man out respect for the office.

Fist of July [MFM] [Exhibition] – Getting fisted by my airman, while using a Hitachi, in front of a random sailor.

July 4th. Happy treason day, colonials! Every year on this day I write a letter to the Queen of England and beg her to take back the colonies. So far, no response. Today I never got around to my letter writing, instead my boyfriend spent the better part of the day using me as a hand-warmer. We have discovered there’s next level orgasms to be had in the fisting game and all we had to add to the equation was my Hitachi magic wand. I’ve had sex on drugs, I know what the rest of the world is missing when they’ve never had a 5 hour bang sesh on LSD, or an 8 hour rolly-polly time on E. This is better than all of that, and accessible while sober. I never really feel the desire to get high and bang again; I’ve found Nirvana. Today in particular it was especially life changing.

Tales from My Slutwife’s Past: Her Favorite Threesome [FM], [MFM]

I am a lucky man. Almost two decades ago I met a stunningly beautiful woman on AOL IM, caught her fancy through chatting and long phone calls, and, eventually, met her in person. A few short hours later, I was staring up, admiring this gorgeous creature as she rolled her sexy hips so my cock put pressure on her clit on the way to an intense orgasm.

Over the next few years, we continued on as lovers and boyfriend and girlfriend at times, until she became my wife. While my wife and I have plenty of stories of our own that I may share if anyone is interested, this is not one of those.

When a woman is riding your cock like a bullrider hours after you first meet in person, it comes as no surprise to learn she has an extensive and varied sexual past. I have always expressed interest and never felt or showed any jealousy. Consequently, my wife often openly shares stories of her intensely erotic sexual history. These stories never fail to get my cock rock hard and aching for attention from her beautiful, perfect mouth, which she is glad to provide. I enjoy them so much, I thought you might as well.

[f]ucking in [m]y parent’s shower

This is something that I’ve wanted to happen for a very long time. This boy is a very dear friend of mine. We became friends on the first day of freshman year in college and always had a special kind of connection. We’re about to be seniors now. He’s very charming and handsome. Strong, tall, hilarious and talented. For a while, I thought I had feelings for him and I told him. He didn’t feel the same way, so I moved on.

Anyways… he’s been living in my house with me all summer. We both have internships in the nearby city and my parents go away on vacation each summer for about a month. They didn’t want me to be alone and he didn’t have much of a place to stay, so it worked out. I’ve always been attracted to him and ever since we’ve been living together, I’ve had a lot of curiosity. I mean, come on. We’re living alone in a house in the woods. ALONE. He told me a few weeks ago that he thought I was sexy, but he wasn’t willing to risk our friendship. But once I knew he wanted me, I continuously tried to seduce him.

Hotel Room [F]ling

Hotel Room Fantasy

Let me start off by saying that this post is all about the naughty naughty night I had, leaving me with a soaking-wet pussy, and as much as my husband liked it, I feel as though you all would like it more.

My husband and I were staying in a hotel while we were away for a weekend. We decided to go out, and I wanted to get dolled up. I was wearing a little red dress made of lace that showed my black bra and a pair of black stilettos. My huge breasts were popping out of the dress, but with my hair down and covering my tits, I did not look as scandalous as I felt. I kept my legs slightly crossed because even as I stood there, my pussy was dripping, and I was not wearing any panties.

Light My Fire [MF] [prostitution] [virgin] [ever so slightly Fdom maybe] [60s/70s vibe] [white male, black female, light raceplay]

Even three floors above the casino floor, Steven could still smell, still feel even, the smoke from hundreds of cigars, puffing their scent below. The musky odor seemed to cling to the walls and the carpet, to his clothes even. Hopefully, the present his dad had got him was a new suit that he could change into.

It was the night of Steven’s 18th birthday. Living on the outskirts of Las Vegas, his father decided to take him to the Strip, a place he had only barely experienced before now, unlike his father who seemed to go every weekend. He couldn’t legally gamble, or drink for that matter, but his dad assured him that they would “let it slide”. After all, no one was too careful about ID’s, and his father’s friend owned the casino. A night out on the town with the guys, however, quickly went south. Steven blew through several hundred dollars at blackjack, he nearly choked to death on one cigar puff, and the shot of whiskey he had sent him to the restroom almost immediately. After getting himself cleaned up, his dad handed him the key to their hotel room and told him to go get his “surprise gift”. He had no clue what it might be, and he half believed his father just sent up here due to embarrassment. Truth be told, even if the surprise was gag gift, Steven was likely to stay up in the room for the rest of the night.

Party Show [MFF- Exhibitionism]

Party Show
I met these two girls at a mutual friends party, Sara and Stephi, they were pretty tipsy and quite flirtatious. Sara was a beautiful blonde girl with a rubenesque figure, and she presented some wonderful cleavage under her white button-down dress, Stephi had a cute tank top and tight jeans that clung to her curvy hips. We somehow found our way up to a bedroom and fell in an intoxicated mass on the bed, with Sara on my left and Stephi on my right. A blue lava lamp, creating long azure shadows, illuminated the room. Stephi had the chills and tells me,

“I want to wear your sweater Max,”

“OK, go lock the door first,” I reply

She locked the door and returned to me stripping my sweater and shirt off with the assistance of Sara. Her dress coming unbuttoned in the process as well. Stephi takes my sweater and snuggles against it for a moment, then pulls it over her firm bosom, and she cuddles back into me. As we lay watching the shadows swirl about only enhancing the alcoholic spinning of our heads, Sara begins nibbling on my ear and Stephi goes straight for my package. She wrapped her fingers around my rod, gripping it firmly, trying to work her fingers all the way around it through the fabric of my pants.

[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 1: Discovery

*This is the true story of some of the sexual experiences I had in high school, with my best friend. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. The events in these stories really happened, and although I’ve tried to write well, I have not exaggerated or embellished any details.*

I was in choir in high school. Nerdy, I know, but I didn’t want to be a band geek, and I can’t act for shit, so choir it was. By the time my senior year rolled around, I’d developed a pretty close-knit group of friends with whom I had sung for years. As with any clique, we developed our own little rituals and in-jokes. We were a culture unto ourselves. Most of our quirks revolved around rehearsing for whatever performance was presently upcoming: All-State competition, judged contests, sight-singing contests; hell, even the lame school-sponsored concerts to give our parents a chance to take pictures and cry over how grown up we were.

[M]eeting [F]or an out of town interview. [Con/Non-Con][Kink]

Michelle straggled in after a long day. Her business attire was a mess. Stumbling in her 3 inch heels, that she didn’t really need. At 5’11 she already had legs that went on for days. She liked the way they made her butt stick out though.

It’s never a bad idea to try and look your best in business, she figured. She had worn a knee length black pencil skirt that had ridden above her knees at this point. She had un-tucked her thin peach colored blouse and unbuttoned her black jacket. It was stuffy on the plane and she had undone as many buttons as she could while still keeping her DDD’s from being obscene. Her make-up had staying power. She didn’t bother with the cheap stuff. A not too sultry maroon lipstick and long curled eyelashes. Her hair waved raven black as she walked through the hotel door.

Approaching the desk she was exhausted, a 4 hour flight delay meant she already had to reschedule her final interview. Luckily Mr. Allen was understanding. They’s met in the previous interview. She felt like they had hit it off famously and was looking forward to seeing him again.