His first time tit-fucking her [tribute] [mf]

Nothing was quite like the first time he tit-fucked her.

He had never tit-fucked anyone with breasts as thick and full as hers, her creamy skin tone blending perfectly with her delicate, tan colored nipples. The moment she unclasped her bra in front of him for the first time, he knew his dick was a slave to those beautiful mounds and whatever the rest of her sexy body had in store for him.

They were young. He was 22 and she was 21. They had met at a college party and were friends for a year before they took it further. They didn’t rush into sex on their first real date because they knew they had something more. So they did other things and enjoyed how immensely powerful each orgasm together was, because their was so much intensity in the build up, and in the unknown. They had a few beers and shots a friends house before they called it a night and decided to walk back to his apartment. He didn’t want to fuck her while he was buzzed but he was very horny this particular night. She had worn a tight maroon cardigan that hugged her curves and amplified her huge, beautiful kitties so much. All he could do was look at them all night and try not to get a semi.

Good to be home

I breeze through the door and see you dancing away. Your big ass jiggles and your breasts heave as you dance. Your soft lips in a smile and your blonde hair in a curtain around you. You look so sexy in that black tube top and boxer shorts.

I feel myself growing hard as i walk over and wrap you in my arms. Kissing your full lips, our tongues dueling in your mouth. My hands glide over your soft body, caressing your tits and your sides before i grab your ass. So soft in my hands, so perky and perfect.  I break the kiss and smile at you. “Honey i’m home.” I say and kiss you again.

My hands travel back up your body to your breasts. I cup them through the shirt, squeeze them and i pinch your nipples. “No bra? Naughty girl.” I say with a smile as i raise the tube top over your arms. Nipples growing hard under my gaze i lean down and take one into my mouth. The heat of my mouth encasing your nipple and i flick it with my tongue.

The Carnival (MF, Noncon, Forced, Virgin)

// Reader Discretion is Advised: This story includes scenes of Rape, The Author does not condone these actions in real life, this is just a fantasy //

I was always excited about the annual Carnival; I loved the rides, the food and just the general vibe.

The only thing I dreaded about the Carnival was the Clowns. I don’t know what it is about them, they’re just downright terrifying. But I wasn’t going to let a stupid clown ruin my night at the Carnival. I was 16 now, I needed to grow up and get over my fear of clowns, so I arranged for my best friend Emily to meet me at the Carnival that night.

I got ready at around 7pm and started walking towards the field nearby where they have the Carnival. I paid for my wristband which gets you on all the rides unlimited times and waited by the Ghost Train on Emily, who was already 10 minutes late.

After waiting a further 15 minutes on Emily with no show, I decided that I might as well have a look around, I’d maybe find her or one of my other friends.

Married couple at a sex club [MF]

My wife, Meghan, and I have had a great sex life in all our years of marriage. After kids things didn’t stop, but there are quite a few barriers to everything we want to do. Traveling as a family is a lot of fun, but good sex requires a bit of creativity on the road when the whole family is confined in a van or hotel room for extended periods of time. Sex at home is a bit easier. We can’t have long sessions on the kitchen counter, backyard or anything, but locked bedroom doors kept us each able to satisfy the other without fear of interruption.

However, every once in a while we can negotiate with the grandparents and get a few days for a kid free vacation. Last year we were able to swing one of those trips. I was traveling to a new city for work and Meghan was going to come with me a few days early so we could have some fun together in a new place.

Moving Day [MF] [First Person] [Long]

I pull up in the rented moving van. You wave from your window, barely visible from the fortress of cardboard you’ve built yourself into. I smile and shake my head, making my way inside.

As I step through the front hall, I can see you’ve made plenty of progress since I was last here. Nearly everything has been stashed in a cardboard box, which now line nearly every wall and are scattered across the floor.

“You’ve been busy I see.” I shout to you as I work my way between the towers of stored household supplies to get to you.

“I managed to convince Kate to come over and help me last night. Now I’m nearly done.” You explain as you tape up another box, writing “Movies” on it in thick, black marker.

“At least I’m not the only friend of yours getting dragged into this mess.” I say, gesturing to the boxes surrounding us.

“Dragged? You happily volunteered to help me move!”

“Yeah yeah. I can’t say no to you and you know it. You took advantage of me.”

Translated Skills (MF)(FF)(Massage)

I love giving sensual massages. The things is, I generally only have one person I’m giving massages to at a time. I sometimes place ads looking for a woman who would enjoy a good, quality sensual massage. Sometimes there is only one massage that occurs. More often, however, there will be several over a period of time.

I always take it as a compliment when a lady would like to return for more. It’s also good for her because each subsequent massage will be better than the previous, to a point. No two bodies are alike and no two respond the same. Therefore, the more I learn about a specific woman, the more likely I am to find all the right areas to achieve maximum pleasure.

When I am in the middle of a series, I don’t look for new partners. I enjoy the exploration of the current lady. Sometimes someone I haven’t seen in a while will ask and I usually say yes, so that is an exception to the norm. This process has led to some unique friendships. I’m not seeking any romantic entanglements but there is something about touching another person’s body for a couple of hours that bonds you.

Nicole’s Thong Chapter 3: Combined Nicole’s and Todd’s Stories

*Nicole’s Bedroom: Sunday 03 August 2014 23:07 HRS*

**Nicole**: It is now Sunday night, and I am naked as I type this. God, I am so wet right now from the things I am going to write about that I have to sit on a towel. I was wet and leaking through my white G-String Thursday night when I wrote my story, and the same would be true tonight, except I opted to be totally nude. I have another zip lock bag ready for Todd that has two thongs that are literally floating in pussy juice. There was a huge puddle in the middle of my bed Thursday night after I was done.and I used my towel to soak it up. When I went out of my room to get a new zip-lock baggie, I pushed my tiny G-string all the way into my pussy, and after I wrung my juice from the towel into the bag, I slowly and carefully pulled my G-string out of myself and put it into the baggie as well.

A girl’s obsession with cum: no pill [MF]

As I said in another post, my obsession with cum drives me to do stupid things more often than not. This particular aspect of my obsession is no different, and I know, it is dumb and a risky game to play.

When I first became sexually active, as a teen, I asked guys to use condoms, as I was not on the pill. I hated condoms more than anything, but I didn’t want to get pregnant. A bit later, I started on the pill, and while it was such a relief to say bye-bye to condoms, I noticed a drastic difference in how sex felt for me. My vagina was drier and I wasn’t as horny any more. Some women report an increase in sex drive, [unfortunately for me](https://www.buzzfeed.com/caseygueren/birth-control-and-your-sex-life), I had the drive but not the internal juices to go with the drive.

So at some point in college, I decided to stop the pill for a bit. I learned about [the rhythm method](https://www.mayoclinic.org/tests-procedures/rhythm-method/about/pac-20390918), and decided to give it a try. Sex started to feel incredible again, my juices were freely flowing, and when a guy came inside me, the cum would feel so good in my vagina, when before it was kind of desensitized. The problem was, that guys freak out to know that a woman is not on the pill, and would decide to pull out last second, instead of giving me the cum I hankered for.

Who the fuck is named Natas? (NSFW/creepy)

Author note: this is my first time writing anything. I was just bored tonight and wanting something spooky to do. So I made a creepy erotica. Well, the first part at least. Sorry if it’s all fucked up, I really don’t know what I’m doing. Let me know if I should continue though.

Chapter I: Who the fuck is named Natas?

There’s no fucking milk in here. One of the rare times I actually let myself run out of milk and of course I get a killer 3-am-milk-craving right now. Actually the clock on the microwave says 3:33 so I guess we can round that up to a killer 4-am-milk-craving. Only I’d be looking for milk at four in the middle of the night, only fucking me.

Anyway, I can’t remember most of last night but I know it involved sweaty Hallow’s Eve costume sex (yup, slutty devil she was – you guessed it) and evidently, me chugging what milk I had left to try to get the ecstasy to wear off faster and rehydrate after the hours of sex.

It happened again. [MF]

Haven’t had much to mention [since my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9l87mm/fucking_the_ex_mf/). She hadn’t been interested in doing anything, and my attempts to get things going were met with a firm “Go find another lady to play with”. Well, I already have, but that’s none of her business at this point. We’ll come back to that.

That changed today. She came downstairs to get ready for work wearing a sleeveless dress which I initially assumed didn’t have a bra on under it. I offered to play with her tits for a bit before work, and she informed me that she was wearing a strapless bra. I confirmed that by reaching around from behind her and giving her breasts a firm squeeze, rubbing over her already-hard nipples, which were poking through the material. She let out a groan of pleasure and I knew that I had her again. I played with her breasts with one hand while I used the other to reach under her dress to check out the panty situation.

She typically wears your bog-standard cotton mom panties when she goes to work, but as I had already suspected she was wearing one of her lacy thongs. I gave her ass a squeeze, then a smack, before grabbing the back of her undies, pulling the material tight over her pussy. That got a “fuck” and another groan out of her.