Tag: Fisting

Fun at the fountain [MF] [exhib, ds, oral]

After a light lunch in a small cafe, we wander the streets until we come to a park with a small fountain. Producing a coin for each of us from my pocket, we each make a silent wish and flip ours into the water with a small plunk, our coins swirling around each other as they tumble to the bottom. Placing my hand at the small of your back, I reach across your body and pull you towards me. I press my forehead to yours as I lean in and touch my lips to yours.

My hand slides from your back to the hem of your shirt, my fingers caressing your hip as they slip under your top. I stroke the tips up your side, raising the fabric as a breeze dances across your exposed flesh. My other hand brushing your cheek as we kiss, a long, deep, passionate embrace. My hand travels up your stomach, my fingers grazing the bottom of your perky breasts, sending shivers through your body as I tease your skin. Read more »

[F] My second (and favorite) blowjob

*This is the continuation to [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7sk31f/f_the_second_blowjob_i_ever_gave/) post, in which me and my then-boyfriend made out and he fingered me for the first time until I came.* ?

As I roughly pushed Steven down on the bed, I could see the mixture of surprise and heat in his gaze. Having came from his fingers just minutes ago, I felt a sense of boldness and empowerment that I hadn’t before. I felt like there were no more secrets left between us, and I could finally open up and show him sides of myself that not even I had been aware of. It was intoxicating.

“You like being pushed around like that?” I purred, crawling naked up to where he lay. His eyes widened, and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw his cock twitch.

“By you?” He said, playing along without missing a beat. “Definitely.” He reached out to touch me, but I slapped his hand away. Pinning him down against the bed like he had done to me earlier, I moved to straddle him. We both let out a moan as our bodies touched and our hips aligned. Read more »

Excerpt from Enthralled: Book 1 – The Crystal Heart (Sex Scene #2) [MF][69][Egyptian Cat Goddess]

**This is an excerpt from a 312 page eBook with lots of hardcore erotica, combined with fantasy action & adventure.**

**Free with Kindle Unlimited! Link to Amazon:** [Enthralled: Book 1 – The Crystal Heart](https://www.amazon.com/Enthralled-Book-1-Crystal-Heart-ebook/dp/B078JSLK92/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8)

Mark sat on one of the mattresses and expected Ahnix to join him on hers, but she remained standing a few feet away. She wordlessly began to untangle herself from the ancient and dirty cloth strips that covered her body.

At first, he thought that he should leave her to her privacy, but he told himself that if she wanted privacy she wouldn’t be shy about telling him to leave, or simply going somewhere else in the building where he wasn’t able to see. So he just sat back and wondered how much of the dusty cloth she was going to remove.

She took her time, slowly unraveling the long strips and rolling them up. Once the strip had been unwound from her body, she would take a finished roll of cloth and place it on the wooden table nearby. Her long, black tail hung limply behind her with only an occasional flick of its tip. Read more »

[MFM] The night we met the beast

Well it seems like it’s been months since I posted but I was kinda board and since mania season is upcoming, I figure I dig in the old hat and bring up an encounter with the first and probably only woman who brought it and beat us down. The woman who we refer to this day as Whore Lesnar.

But why Whore Lesnar? Well if you know who Brock Lesnar is, then you know what a big guy this dude is. Weather it was UFC or him in professional wrestling, but we mostly are going on his wrestling career, the dude is a beast and the only way to describe this woman is to compare her as the female equivalent. However she wasn’t huge, expect her sexual appetite, she was around 5’5, 130, blonde dirty hair, light skin. Her name should be Slut Lesnar since Whores get paid but Whore Lesnar sounds better.

Ok but now let’s get to the meat of this experience, and if you read my previous post, you know I like to write out a lot and sometimes break the fourth way, Hey Colt Cabana, so go to the bathroom now or hold it in. So as usual it all begins with a Craigslist post, it’s late and she replies stating she’s interested, this is also within our first year of doing mfm, so we aren’t to experienced, maybe 5/7 experiences under our belt, maybe. Read more »

second encounter with Filipino beauty [MF][some feet]

(link to fist part at end)
After my first experience with Sue we continued to talk on the phone regularly which now made me even more horny knowing what the other guys must have felt, and also more frustrated because she told me about fucking them while we still had not…

I remember one day on campus we were making out in one of the hallways when she told me about her new black panties she had on.

Sue: Do you want to see them? They have a little bow on the front (she teased).

Me: (with the look of desire in my eyes) please, I need to see them.

Sue:(a small giggle and a sly grin ran across her face) oh Im not sure, I don’t want us to get caught.

Although knowing how kinky she was I did not think she wouldn’t really mind.
(she once told me that when she got really worked up thinking about somebody during a class she would sometimes leave to play with herself in the bathroom)

Me: (we are now looking at each other like we are in our own little world, both of us smiling) you know you want to show me so stop playing. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 3

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**Stacey**

My lips were puckered to the side and my fist tucked under my chin. I had spent at least half an hour just standing there, nerves keeping me from resolution.

Beginning the process again, I flipped through my small, limited closet. I wasn’t sure what to wear today. Normally, I wouldn’t give my wardrobe this much thought – I preferred classic pairings, but today I was battling with internal morals.

On one hand, the thought of dressing up for Chris appealed to my lewd sexual fantasies, which have not stopped, but rather they increased in frequency after I began this position, the proximity as kindling to my fire. But on the other, the thought of his invitation for lunch being more than just a business move was damn hard to believe.

He was an iron curtain, his demeanor solemn, words few and far between. Our typical interactions were mechanical and brief, which is why this invitation was that much more bizarre. I didn’t see why we couldn’t discuss business in the office, so it was either a way to grow our employee-employer bond, or . . . he had ulterior motives. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 3

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**Stacey**

My lips were puckered to the side and my fist tucked under my chin. I had spent at least half an hour just standing there, nerves keeping me from resolution.

Beginning the process again, I flipped through my small, limited closet. I wasn’t sure what to wear today. Normally, I wouldn’t give my wardrobe this much thought – I preferred classic pairings, but today I was battling with internal morals.

On one hand, the thought of dressing up for Chris appealed to my lewd sexual fantasies, which have not stopped, but rather they increased in frequency after I began this position, the proximity as kindling to my fire. But on the other, the thought of his invitation for lunch being more than just a business move was damn hard to believe.

He was an iron curtain, his demeanor solemn, words few and far between. Our typical interactions were mechanical and brief, which is why this invitation was that much more bizarre. I didn’t see why we couldn’t discuss business in the office, so it was either a way to grow our employee-employer bond, or . . . he had ulterior motives. Read more »

The Shower Curtain (mF)

This story is an expansion of u/CastiNueva’s script, The JOI of the Shower Curtain. I wrote it as a Christmas present for my friend. For the purposes of this post, I have changed our names.

Find the original script [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/339mqg/script_offerf4mjoiteasingfriends_the_joi_of_the/?st=jcqzqtf8&sh=a280ff94)

Find a script fill by u/wickedsub [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/40h3ju/f4m_the_joi_of_the_shower_curtain_scriptfill/?st=jcqzq52x&sh=e3caf4c7)

Megan stirred from a deep sleep, awaking to the soft glow of sunlight illuminating the room. It took a few seconds for her mind to register that she was not in her own bed. She had spent the previous night at a dinner party with Dave, but she knew this was not Dave’s bed. It was a queen, and Dave had a twin. Also, the other side was warm. Someone else had been sleeping next to her. To top it all off, her panties were soaked. She was naturally wet, but this was definitely more than that could explain. Something, or possibly someone, had definitely turned her on. Read more »

The Cabana Girl [FFM][oral]

Eight weeks ago, I took the job of cabana girl at a members only sex club in a mansion outside of Miami. I found that I get tips when I part my hair down the middle and tie it off into two pigtails of champagne blonde reminiscent of a little girl’s pigtails. Raspberry glossed lips. Legs that go on forever in clear Lucite heels. Men love it.

In a bright pink bikini, my behind covered with a sheer floral sarong wrapped around my waist, I went about my afternoon outside on my assigned pool duty. Such an easy job. Provide drink service, make sure fresh towels are stacked on a table beside the pool, and collect trash and used glasses. On occasion, rub sun tan oil on a back which I did with a soothing massage. Read more »

Demom’s Angels, parts 6-7. [slow] [F/m/f] [M/s/d] [inc] [reluc] [group] [fantastical] [satire]

Demom’s Angels

by DiscipleN

— 6 —

Vanice laughed. “Beezub! what was that, a great dane?”

Tracy sat in the passenger seat frantically wiping her pants with tissues. “After the boxer and the dachshund, I thought we’d never reach your car.”

“Poor little wiener dog had to watch the big dogs nose into your crotch.”

“I’ll never get the slobber out of my panties.”

“Trust me. That won’t stop the guys I’m taking you to, from adding their slobber.”

“Just drive.” Tracy was already exasperated at her night out.

“Yessah, missus lady mistress.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re lucky I want cock tonight, instead of clerk.”

The club was a white box with colored lights splayed over the front, strobing to the music within. Read more »