Tag: Fisting

Just some fuckin’ (f4m) (fucking) (maybe a little mushy, maybe not) (idfk)

He’s on top of me. His hard cock thrusting slow and deep between my thighs. His mouth open and panting between my open lips with each thrust.

Fuck. His breath in my throat-filling my lungs. I clench around him and he growls before lifting up and hammering into my pussy faster.

My tits are bouncing everywhere and he reaches out to grab one in his fist. I whimper. He squeezes and my nipple hardens under his palm. I gaze up at him. Lost in him- as he continues to thrust inside of me.

Oh, fuck. He keeps hitting that spot. My favorite spot and fuck- I just keep getting wetter and wetter. I feel it all over my thighs. I hear it in every slap of thighs. This fucking guy…

What a fucking bull.

“I love you, baby,” I gasp.

Fuck.

I stare and stick my fingers in his beautiful mouth.

“Make them really wet, Daddy. Please?”

And he slobbers like an animal all fucking over them. I take that wet hand between my legs as he thrusts above me. I start circling my clit and moving my hand back and forth. God, he feels good. God, he looks good. I’m so fucking lucky to belong to him. Read more »

Sunday morning memories of Sunday mornings past

I’m sitting here, awake early, thinking about pre-covid fun (and watching videos of some of it, haha… no, not posting, I like my life to stay safe!) As I’ve mentioned, I’m in a truly open marriage. A big part of that is communication and honesty, as those of you who know understand. Beyond that, for us, my wife always gets a thrill out of setting me up with women, especially since I’m not one to hit on anyone. I like slow builds, authenticity, and not feeling like a predator. I’m a beast of a lover already; I don’t want to manipulate someone into bed like some people seem apt to do. I enjoy intentional conversations about wants and needs.

So, part of what has worked for us is that she tends to lay the groundwork with people she knows I would click with, and while we have had some missteps, there have been some really great lovers come out of this. One of those is someone I haven’t seen since pre-covid times, but my cock is remembering fondly today. Melissa was a post graduate student at our local state school, and she approached my wife on her kinky account about wanting to have sex with us. Read more »

Unfulfilled Fantasy M/F

First time writing and posting. Feedback welcome!

I’ve been fantasizing about you since the first day we met. It took me weeks to find the courage to start flirting with you, but once we began it was oh so easy. It’s almost embarrassing to admit how often I’ve touched myself imagining it’s your hands slowly working up my thighs to part my warm, wet pussy. How many times I’ve slid my fingers into myself and brought myself to orgasm all while holding your sexy face in my mind.

I dream about you fisting your hand in my hair, exposing my neck to your lips. I want so badly to have your lips and tongue on me. To feel you kiss me. To feel you run your hands all over my body. I want your fingers inside me, moving in and out until you make me cum. I want to watch you lick my sweet juices off your fingers.

I long to kneel in front of you and worship you cock with my mouth. To feel your length in the back of my throat. I’d suck, lick and kiss your gorgeous dick with my warm willing mouth until you pour yourself into me. I promise I’ll swallow every drop. Read more »

To Be With You [MF] [MDom]

Water from my shower still beaded in my body hair as I knelt on the towel in the front room with my old battle-scarred wooden sword breaker across my knees. A simple roll of my shoulders showed the holder of the sword breaker to be just as battle-scarred as the weapon itself amidst several crackling pops from shoulders and spine. I focused on my breathing. Seven in through the nose, bringing in peace and serenity. Eleven out through the mouth, exhaling pain (emotional and physical).

And no little worry.

We had “met,” if that is the word, online. A flurry of messages through the private messaging system there led to an exchange of email addresses and then phone numbers. Almost without me realizing it, we were soon spending more time on the phone with each other than off. Talking about what we were doing in the moment. Talking about the past, our histories. Talking about how we were feeling, what we were thinking.

And, yes. We spent more than a few hours engaging with each other sexually. Masturbating for, with, and to each other as I drew her through her every sexual fantasy and into mine between the power of my voice and my determined focus of will. Read more »

It’s Been Six Years [futanari x female]

A half hour ago, the thought of having a dick in my mouth would have made me gag. But now all I want is to gag on her beautiful cock. A lot can change for you in 30 minutes when you find out that your best friend, the woman you’ve been low key pining for years, wants you.

Me.

She wants me.

And she wants to sex me up.

Let me back up…
M

y name’s Emma. A tall, converse wearing, slightly pudgy computer geek tomboy with short, unruly brown hair.

Harper is…well you’ll see.

We work together, on different ends of the same floor and have known each other for…what’s it been now? Like, six years, I think. Actually, I knew her a bit longer than she knew me since I rode in the elevator with her on her first day. She was this gorgeous woman with silky blonde hair and killer blue eyes. Her mauve top hugged her perfectly and wide legged, black pants sat low on her hips. Black heels put her at a couple inches shorter than me. Read more »

Nerds On Vacation: Part Two (One of Two) [Horror] [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Virgin] [First Time]

They drove us back into the city and to the bar. They followed us inside and to the back of the bar.

“Wait here,” Clyde said.

An old lady appeared with three men. “I see,” she said as she sat down. “Sit, it is over, sit.”

We both sat at what was a large table in the back room. There was the storage of food and beer all around us. She looked at us both through eyes of steel. Her long white hair fell down her back.

“You are good, you need a doctor?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Seriously?”

“Don’t be rude!” she snapped back at me.

I was shocked by the anger in her voice.

“Don’t!” the lady said as she pointed the finger at me. “Don’t sit there and think you are better than us!”

Winston looked back at me, shaking his head. I fell silent and sat back in my chair. The old lady lit a cigarette and sat back in her chair. The three men stood silently behind her.

“You think we are mean, that we do this for fun?” she asked as she looked directly at me. “You think your great country doesn’t do the same?” Read more »

Slut School: Emily’s Secret [pt. 1] (anal/public/humiliation)

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Emily was always a sweet girl, but sometimes she was a little too quiet for her own good. She was the kind of girl who never spoke up in class and was always seen alone. When she went to college she thought she’d be able to do the same thing, keep her head down and stay out of everyone’s way, no one would have to know how weird she was.

She felt so shameful for her interests; like when she was younger and walked in on her parents having sex, she was so curious and couldn’t stop thinking about it. She had tried telling a friend but they thought she was a weirdo and started calling her names.

Now at 19 and far from anyone she knows in a new college, new life, she’s still the same old Emily. Weirdo extraordinaire. Read more »

My Slutty Grocery Store Hook Up

On a Friday night around 8pm, I found myself shopping for bread and eggs at my corner grocery store. I just finished the day at my corporate job when I realized that I had nothing at home to make, but didn’t want to go out to eat either. I opened up different cartons of eggs, checking to see if any were broken when a man popped into my peripheral vision. He opened the fridge door to the milk, which was about 5 doors down from me, and looked through the different options of real, almond, or oat milk. I turned my head to get a better look at him and noticed how large he was. He easily towered over me by about a foot, his shoulders looking to be the same size as my entire torso. I, of course, found this to be incredibly sexy and felt pulled to talk to him.

“I don’t know what kind of milk you drink but, the Vanilla Silk Almond milk is the best in my opinion.” He looked over at me, seeming to lose all interest in his previous pursuit. I smiled in response, flipping my hair over my shoulder while he tried to hide his now lowered stare. He looked back to my face as he turned his stance toward me, letting the door shut behind him. Read more »

Part 2 of how I [M] was blessed by gods

This is the part 2 of my story of how I was blessed by the gods. Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qroh1n/story_of_how_i_m_was_blessed_by_the_gods/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

So after the girl’s roommate licked my asshole, I was like holy shit it’s a three way. But no!!! The roommate who was completely fucking naked just casually walked out. “What the fuck is going on” I think to myself.

The Mexican girl pushes me out of her mouth and begins to rub her finger on my asshole and says “suck my titty papi” and I oblige! I shit you not fellas, at one point, her whole tit was in my mouth as she was vigorously fingering herself.

She then lightly slaps my face to get my attention, I look up at her and she pushes me off her. “Lay on ground” she says. I assume she wants to ride me but instead, she tells me to roll onto my stomach. Out of mind cause of horniness, I roll over and she buries her face in my ass, devouring it with her tongue. She is just pushing her face deeper into licking everything. Read more »

Free Use Goth Pussy [MF] [Free Use] [Anal] [Creampie] [Exhibitionism]

The CS major has been busting my balls the entire time I’ve been at Western, and I have a feeling things aren’t going to change anytime soon. Another rainy fucking blustery November day and I’m in my orange raincoat headed for the computer lab once again. I have class later and I still don’t know the material. I enter Neztra Hall and head down the stairs to the lab, my blundstones squeaking on the tiled floor.

I open the door to the lab and it’s rather empty for this time of day. I walk through the aisles of computers and students working in their masks, some unmasked, always somebody unmasked, and head towards the dark corner of the room where the overhead lights seemed to have gone out. I actually prefer working in the darkness compared to the painful light of the incandescent bulbs of our administration which only work to burn my corneas and make me feel like someone is always watching me over my shoulder. Read more »