Tag: Fisting

[MF, Cheating] Tales of Drake: Oliver’s Girlfriend

(Full Story)

Part 1

Now, I know you must be wondering… What the hell is going on? Let’s back up to the very beginning…

It was an early evening Friday when the party started. I invited my three good friends, Kyle, Adam, and Oliver to join in me in our normal drinking festivities. Every weekend or so we’d all go out and enjoy ourselves at the local clubs, but this time I wanted to kick back at my place. The last time we all hanged out I remember Oliver talking about his new girlfriend, and how he knew that she was… the “one”. Of course me being his friend and all I was happy for him. Even though the rest of us had never met this young lady, we were still untroubled by his blissful nature in wanting to be with her. That was… until tonight. Read more »

How Sunburn Got Me Laid [FFM]

This story happened about two years ago, but I haven’t posted anything about it until now.

My three good friends and I all found a pretty cheap vacation at an all-inclusive resort in Mexico. Being 19 year old college kids, this was a dream come true: a hotel that would serve brews and mixed drinks 24 hours a day. After the first three days, we had some wild nights, met a bunch of people, blacked out a few times, and got really sunburnt.

I got severely sunburnt.

I am a six foot athletic guy with a few extra pounds (thanks to the drinking) and very pale skin. After getting really sunburnt the third day, I figured I would be more careful and just drink the pain away.

Two girls I had met down there, Ashley and Kristin, had been hanging out with me for the past couple days. Kristin was a Puerto Rican girl, 25 and the perfect amount of curvy to look good while being fun to play with in bed. She was around 5’4″ and had huge D cup breasts. Amber was probably around 5’7″ and had smaller A-cups with pale skin. They saw my burns and offered me some lotion, but it was up in their hotel room. Being around 2 in the afternoon, I was already pretty drunk, and wasn’t even thinking about anything other than getting some lotion on my back. Read more »

Christmas Break [MF, INC]

Hello all! This is my first attempt at taboo erotica. Or any erotica. Hope you like it!

Adam’s cock was hard. He had just woken up from a nap, on the couch with his older sister Elle. She was still sleeping and as such didn’t notice the evident tent his erect cock made in the blanket they were sharing. With just boxers on, his cock had found its way out of the flap in the front, just the gray fleece blanket between it and the open air. The idea excited him, having his privates so close to complete exposure, the idea of feeling cool air from the drafty window opposite the couch cross the sensitive head of his cock. He checked his sister’s sleeping face for signs of waking – a twitch of the eye, a flutter of lashes to signify a rousing from their mid-day, Christmas-break slumber. Seeing nothing there, Adam reached down to his cock and wrapped a fist around it, just below the head. He had learned a few months before that a rhythmic up and down pumping of his erect cock in the mornings would result in a tingling warmth, radiating from his cock like a flash, all through his body. He considered as he stroked his cock that he was perhaps conditioning himself to get hard whenever he awoke. Not a bad way to wake-up, he thought. Careful not to wake his sister with a leg twitch or a groan, he quickly got himself to the edge of that warmth, checking one last time for his sister’s closed eyes before sending himself over the edge. Read more »

[F] “When you pull a card and draw a heart/You and your lover will never part”

Last night was my friend D’s first night in his new bed in his new house. He and I had been chatting online back and forth a little bit, and at one point he said I should come over. I packed a small overnight bag and used a rideshare app to get there, only about ten minutes away.

The house was freezing, the windows were open and it had to have been 35 degrees outside, if that. D met me at the door and ushered me in, giving me a tour.

“I like all of your flags,” I said, looking at all of the many flags on the wall.
“They are covering up holes!” he said, lifting the corner of one to reveal an imprint of a fist in the drywall. I learned that the house used to belong to a bunch of punk rockers. Now, D lives in this house with three others for dirt cheap ($200 a month!) and is allowed to modify it however he chooses. Read more »

[MF] In The Tutelage Of Ms. Kline – [Illustrated][Male Training] – Young Kevin is summoned to the estate of Ms. Kline for a summer of hard labor. Little does he know what she really has in store for him…

The first time Kevin saw Ms. Kline was when she walked up to his parents after church and introduced herself. She was dressed more appropriately for a cocktail party than a Sunday sermon. All legs and black nylons, Ms. Kline wore a matching black skirt that went just barely past her knees. Her black flats seemed conservative enough, but the dark bustier visible through her sheer blouse brought the whole ensemble into question again. The giant wide brimmed hat was very churchy. The tight hair bun and deep red lipstick was more ‘Addicted to Love’ than ‘Praise Jesus’.

Kevin guessed she was in her late forties, maybe even early fifties. She was so lean and well put together, it was hard to tell. Whatever the contradictions of her dress, she easily projected an air of importance.

Kevin’s parents ate it up, almost bowing when she introduced herself. The pleasantries she exchanged were mild enough. She was matronly, knowledgeable and commanding. Eventually, the conversation turned to him. He groaned when his mother brought up the ‘dilemma’ of his unemployment. Certainly, Ms. Kline would have a cornucopia of opportunities perched at the tip of her lips. Read more »

You Want Me? Then Take Me. [M/F, BDSM, Group Scene]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Rob breathed in and stared at Kat strung up on the post in front of him. It was strange playing with someone other than Cara. He rolled his shoulders. He flexed and relaxed his hands. It was strange. Definitely different.

When Peter had first asked him to do this, Rob had told the man that he had to think about it. Had to talk to Cara about it.

Not that he thought she’d be upset by it.

He scoffed.

No, she’d been thrilled.

Pushy.

She’d pushed him to do it.

“Try it,” she’d begged him. “It’s fun. You’ll see.”

He studied Kat, her shorter, slimmer, amber-toned body so different than his wife’s long, voluptuous, creamy form. A pixie instead of his goddess.

He studied her body, taut and tense. Fearful, maybe. Definitely nervous.

Not like Cara, who was always confident and brazen. Who enjoyed being tied up, but who—he’d always feared—never enjoyed it as much as he did. Who did it because he wanted it so much, and she knew it. Read more »

27 JAGed Pills Ch. 2 (part 2) [mF, mf, inc, ms, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Chapter 2 (part 2)

by DiscipleN

Rory screamed. I rated it. That should last her for a few hours. I backed into my room. After Jerry’s and Rory’s doors opened and closed in succession, I returned to my son’s room and knocked.

“Could you get a damp cloth from the bath, Mom?”

“I don’t mind.” I opened the door.

My son looked up from his glistening monstrosity. “I told you to get me a wet towel, Mom.”

He had taken to ordering me about. My sweet son had learned the full power of his super power. “Fine.” I trivialized obeying him. It was just a hand towel. I wet it in the sink until the water ran hot.

“I see you took off your underwear for me.” He shook his palm at the towel. “You clean me.”

I kneeled to the rug and grabbed his bean stalk with my empty hand. My other hand wiped the drying cum and cunt juice from his glowing flesh.

“I don’t know, Mom.” He worried. “There might be more inside. You’d better suck on it to make sure you clean it completely.”

“Jerry-” I tried. Read more »

Every good fling has to come to an end [MF] (Venla final)

I’m a traveling worker who wanders around the United States setting up shop in various National Parks. If it matters, I’m a fit 29 year old that has often been compared to David Tennant when clean cut, and Hugh Jackman as Wolverine when all bearded and rough around the edges (words of others not me; I think I always look like a nerd). This last season I ended up on several sexual adventures. This is a (final) story of my time with Venla, a 26 year old Finnish international visiting the US on a work visa. Venla is a tall (5’10”), dark haired, and green-eyed goddess of a woman with an athletic build and light freckling across her nose and cheeks. Sorry it took so long, this one was tough to write because I’m a sappy little bitch.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5dq3s1/i_am_one_lucky_fucker/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5eld74/from_the_time_on_a_mountaintop_venla_episode_2_i/)

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I knew from the start it would be nothing more than a Summer fling, but when Venla’s last day stateside arrived it still felt too soon. Venla showed up at my door with all her possessions carried by one of the many guys that had relentlessly fawned over her: Alan. As I opened the door, he looked from her with puppy dog eyes to me with disdain. Venla just smiled and came into my place, completely unconcerned with the feelings of the men who followed her everywhere, as usual. Read more »

[Les] The New Girl 2: Electric Boogaloo: Sarah’s Story [Ff] [fswitch] [oral]

See comments for meta info.

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“Come on, bitch, live a little!” I said, digging my fingernail into Annie’s side. “Forget about your dick ex-husband, forget about his stupid fucking cunt girlfriend, and let your fucking hair down for a change.”

Annie was such a whiny bitch sometimes. Wah, wah, I walked in on my new husband fucking a bridesmaid after the ceremony. Who gives a shit, dump that sack of crap and get with a real man. Or better yet, a real woman. Finally, with her paperwork settled, I managed to get her out for some fun. As always The Pink Cavern was hopping, but instead of looking at the easy pickings college girls down from sorority row, Annie just sat with her face buried in her fucking vodka cranberry. Of course she’d gone with the conservative look tonight; a black silk shirt and pressed slacks to match, but at least she had the good sense to wear some cute underwear, her blue push-up bra, and the lacy thong that went with it.

“She’s actually pretty nice, …” Annie offered. Of course she would say that.

“Apart from the homewrecking?” I pointed out, and she gave me a lazy shrug. Read more »

27 JAGed Pills Ch. 1 (part 1) [mF, mf, inc, ms, fat fetish, cons, hung]

27 JAGed Pills

by DiscipleN

Fans of the Venture Bros. cartoon believe that its world of super science and villains is merely parody of content dredged up from the previous century. Whereas, elderly geeks of the original shows and comics, think the modern world has everything they imagined, but hidden. They lurk the internet to find unthinkable energies in quantum physics, invincible nano-materials, and bizarre DNA splicings of humans or weirder species. Entangling these miracles, conspiracies abound. Yet, when brave souls browse for real super science and villains, they invariably end up reading porn. Fortunately there is a happy compromise, found in the apt and prodigious works by JAG27, master of exaggeration fetishes resulting from man perverting the natural way.

He did not write this story, nor endorses it, nor does his company have anything to do with it. I am happy to take responsibility for its homage. I thank him for the inspiration to write some really crazy shit.

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Chapter 1, part 1

I did puke, but the damn thing stayed inside of me. Arms wrapped around a porcelain rim, lungs breathing the stench of abdominal juices I had hurled until my gut was sore, I swore, no more. Let this alien, or whatever the fuck it was, have its prize. Read more »