[MFF] Spontaneous, Dirty, Late-Night Threesome with Total Stranger

A few weeks back, my girlfriend, Sara, and I, went out to an after-party for an EDM show. It was at this super grungy bar but it was a ton of fun. It also led us to a super random threesome.

We got there and hung out with friends for a while, but they left and Sara and I were the only two people we knew there. We grabbed a spot to the side of the bar and hung out talking for a while until we needed refills. I went for drinks and when I came back to where we were standing, Sara had a girl grinding on her.

I wasn’t too surprised as Sara is definitely a freak and has expressed in hooking up with a girl. She was about the same height at Sara (5’6″ or so), but a bit thicker. I gave Sara her drink and she moved slightly to accommodate me. The girl kept twerking but moved slightly to grind on both of us. I got us all a round of drinks and came back to the two of them making out. We danced for another 10 or 15 minutes before deciding to head back to our apartment.

[Part 2] The perfect library blowjob [mf] [cheating] [public]

This is my second post about my experiences with my friend Natasha while I was a British exchange student in the US two years ago. Natasha was a beautiful, browned-haired girl with a wonderful smile who was in a long-term relationship with a guy in Spain. I described [in my previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7dm76t/the_release_of_13_weeks_of_sexual_tension_the/) how we ended up furiously fucking after a night of trying very hard not to.

This story happened a little later on in the sexual phase of our friendship. We were still fucking almost every day, and Natasha and I had been trying everything: new positions, new places, and sharing increasingly filthy fantasies. One night, we were lying naked together in my room in a post-coital haze. We were spooning each other; my cock was pressed gently against her ass, and I kissed her neck while gently cupping her breasts. We were telling each other dirty stories about our sex lives.

Natasha told me in great detail a story about a risky blowjob she’d once given her boyfriend in a cinema. It was the first time she’d swallowed his cum, and he’d gasped loudly and almost given the game away. Sleepily, Natasha asked me if I’d ever had my cock sucked in a college library. ‘No I haven’t, though I want to now…’, I replied. Natasha said nothing, but smiled dreamily and drifted off to sleep.

“My Pussy is Screaming” – a [FF] Poem

Lately I’ve been writing poems to my girlfriend, for her to read when she’s not around. Normally they are kinda gushy. This one is supposed to be just funny and horny, and it has no subtlety at all.

It’s about my crazy sex drive, and how it sometimes controls me. So hopefully it belongs here… For context, we are both women and we have a mildly D/s relationship where I have a protective/motherly role. The poem gets more dominant towards the end as my needs start to take over.

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*Under my covers I lie in a flush,*

*Forced to wake up from my hot dirty dreaming.*

*In the silence, something refuses to hush…*

*God help me, my pussy is screaming.*

 

*”Baby, don’t worry, I’m here for you.” Yep,*

*I’m resigned to my obligation.*

*When she cries out, I know the next step,*

*A reaction that’s simply causation.*

 

*I’ve decided to name her, I hope that’s not weird?*

*”Veronica,” somehow seems fitting.*

*A name gives her power, a force that’s revered,*

*And symbolic of my endless committing.*

 

I [M] Ate Out My Angry GF [F] [Outside]

  This past summer, my girlfriend, Kris, and I visited her family and old friends down south for the weekend. We drove across the country experiencing new states for the first time… soaking in the uniquity of each coastal city… giving each other handjobs down the long stretches of country road illuminated mostly by the orange sky at dusk.
Like her sisters, Kris adhered to the better stereotypes of southern girls – blonde hair roped in a side braid, freckles sprinkling her cheeks, piercing turquoise eyes, a no-bullshit tolerance, thick pouty lips that slightly hung open, and slim, sporty legs that held up a puffy ass. She was also transitioning out of her accent at this time, but often, her words curved into that drawl. Honestly, hearing her slip out the occasional “ya’ll” was cute as shit.

All ride long, we plotted how we were going to sneak into each other’s rooms at night. Let me explain: her family is *very* traditional (Bible-swearing, hard-nosed southerners who were wary of a city kid like me dating their daughter), and we were staying in their guest rooms separately as per their wishes.

We were obviously sneaking down the hall.

[MF] Teacher in Training – Part I: Christening my apartment with Sophia

Within 4 days of excitedly telling my girlfriend of three years that I had been accepted into a teacher’s education program, I was a sad, lonely, single man. Apparently, being with a teacher isn’t exactly what she envisioned for a long term partner. Nowadays, I get it: she wanted someone who would bring in 6 or even 7 figures so that she wouldn’t have to work. But at the time, I was devastated. From being dumped in April until the middle of the summer, all I seemed to do was drink whiskey and smoke pot. Not the best coping skills at the time, but I was young and dumb! In hindsight, getting dumped was the absolute best thing that could have happened. Waiting for me at teachers college were horny girls everywhere. The stories that follow recall what was by far the most sucsexsful year of my life (yes, I know how to successfully spell ‘successful’).

The release of 13 weeks of sexual tension: the beginning of my (m23) passionate affair on my year abroad (warning: cheating) [MF] [cheating]

This is my first attempt at writing down some of my experiences two years ago while I was a British student studying abroad in the US. While I was there, I started a passionate affair with a gorgeous American girl called Natasha. I say affair because, unfortunately, it involved her cheating on her long-distance Spanish boyfriend, whom I never met. I also had a girlfriend when I first met Natasha, but I decided to end the relationship before things got physical with Natasha as I didn’t want to cheat. I feel bad that Natasha didn’t do this – but I didn’t question her decisions, and I think her boyfriend had cheated on her before (not that this makes it any better, of course). Still, our affair was probably the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had, so I hope you’ll enjoy reading about it. What made it particularly exciting was that it suddenly escalated from a very close friendship to an extremely sexual relationship.

UPDATE: How swimming in [m]y underwear got me a hand job (and now sex!) from someone else’s girlfriend [xpost from r/truebigdickstories]

Hey everyone! I have some exciting news to share – I had a threesome with Andy and Melissa!! Here is the original post about the [hand job I received from my friend’s girlfriend](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6py2nr/how_swimming_in_my_underwear_got_me_a_hand_job/) after [swimming in my underwear](https://www.reddit.com/r/Bulges/comments/5xhjqr/just_swim_in_your_underwear_they_said/). My last [update](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77eche/update_how_swimming_in_my_underwear_got_me_a_hand/) was about a conversation Andy and I had in a bar where he told me he was thinking of letting her have sex with me. Since he seemed unsure about it, I directed him to Reddit and specifically r/hotwife, and told him he could ask questions there if he wanted advice. Well he did, but someone linked my post in the comments and he was pretty shocked that I had posted the story. I had told him that night in the bar that I post on reddit and told him I shared what has been happening between the three of us from my point of view, but I guess he didn’t realize how much detail I went into. After realizing I never shared their real names or location and didn’t say anything disrespectful, he came around and was cool about it. He was actually impressed with the positive attention it received (thanks guys!).

Tomorrow [Mf] [denial]

“Fucking no! Jesus, Nancy. How many times? That’s just … gross”.

Her eyes well up, “Gross, huh? Well how do you think I like it?”

“Oh come on, that’s not what I mean.”

She looks away, hot tears of frustration frosting her eyelashes. “You’re such an asshole, Ryan. Such a god damned asshole.”

I lose it, just completely lose my cool and I start shouting at her “Oh yeah? Well how many of your other friends are here every day to help you out and try to cheer you up, huh? And just because I don’t want to … do that with you, I’m the asshole here? What about you? Always taking taking taking, and never giving anything back, and when you don’t get what you want, then you’re *such* a bitch.”

Her eyes are wide open now, and I think maybe I’ve gone too far, but I’m in no mood for apologies so I storm out of her room and run down the stairs and out of the front door.

Backpacking with his sister [FM][Inc][long]

As far as sisters went Lucy had always been as crazy as one could get without actually being crazy, and frankly a lot of fun to hang around with. She was the kind of chick who wore her hair short and looked absolutely stunning in it, and her smile could melt ice and was absolutely contagious.

But the moment she introduced him as her boyfriend to the rest of their hiking group Brian knew she had gone nuts. There was no reason to say that, if she wanted to keep the guys at bay a simple ‘that’s my brother’ would have sufficed. After all, who fucks a chick when her brother is around?

But no, she went with him being her boyfriend and he assumed his dumbfounded smiling nod made him look less like a brother concerned his sister had gone mad and more like the love-blinded fool that anyone in her presence was bound to to be.

No one even gave him a second glance, probably all silently swearing that his sister was ‘taken’. It did however send him on a very slippery slope of thoughts of his own as the group set off into the forest, thoughts he knew he should never have.

A Slutty College Experience [MFM]

I was a sophomore in college, seeing a guy I met through some friends. His name was Robbie. We weren’t really dating, just basically fuckbuddies. He would call me up whenever he was horny, since he knew I’d be good to go. I was a horny college slut. Still am, actually, except for the college part.

One time, he took me to his friend’s party at a house on campus. We were going to watch the Red Sox playoffs there. I forget which game of the series this was, but we must have beat the Yankees, as we definitely spent some time “celebrating” afterwards. I’ll come to that part soon. Let’s not talk about how that series ended (it was 2003). I dressed comfortably for an afternoon, stretchy black yoga pants and a Tshirt. And probably a zip up; October in New England is cold. By the way, I’m a 5 foot tall blonde, with some junk in the trunk (my thong is always swallowed up by my ass) and small but perky tits.