My girlfriend Sara and I were in grad school and had been dating a while. One night we were talking about fantasies and spicing up our sex life and I half jokingly mentioned a threesome. To my surprise she fired right back and said “Sure!, but who’s the other guy gonna be?” I told her that wasn’t what I had in mind, but we discussed it some more and determined that another couple might be fun. We soon ruled out anyone we knew, since we were both pretty reserved outside the bedroom and could never handle the awkwardness of asking a friend. We lived in a smaller college town, and the swinging scene we found wasn’t very vibrant. We went on a couple of dates with other couples, but it was hard finding good chemistry between all the parties involved.
Tag: Group
Getting Started [MF] [oral]
Jessa and I started going fairly steady after that trip; it wasn’t common knowledge in the hiking club, but certain people did figure it out (including Sam, a junior in the club who had had a relationship with Jessa the previous semester). It didn’t bother us too much, because we had never actually discussed our ‘relationship status’ and were very much in a physical relationship.
She never came over to my place – an apartment shared with a senior couple and their dog. I transferred into school that spring, and just found an empty room to stay in. I spent probably two to three nights a week at Jessa’s for the remaining few weeks of school; that included weekend nights, when we’d fuck on a fairly regular basis. I actually don’t remember my first time having sex, but I do remember some pretty awesome times with Jessa.
[M/F] Hot Hockey MILF leads to a brief affair that ends up melting the ice
About:
This is a true story and I am sorry if it’s a little long. I got to writing it and, once I began remembering all the strong emotions and what I was feeling at the time, I just could not stop. It was a few years ago so I was, at the time, about 40. I call myself a typical average guy. Not tall but not short (5’8”), not skinny but not fat (155 lbs.) not ripped but not flabby (a bit better than a dad bod) and not huge but tiny under my jeans (6” long and about 5” around). Add to that short brownish (now adding a bit if grey) hair and deep blue eyes and you get a typical, average guy. Carmen was something else though. Otherworldly. At the time she was in her early 50’s but you never would have know it. Petite (5’2″), slight (110 lbs.), an ass toned from years of jogging, and (as I would later find out) firm, natural breasts that in now way belonged on a woman her age who had given birth to two boys. She had shoulder length auburn hair and the kindest, deep brown, almost black eyes that you could just get lost in. Add to that (again, as I would later find out) years of pent-up sexual energy, it all lent itself to a lot of fun, a bit of heart break and, eventually, even more crazy. Read on…
[Group, MF] The college theater trip, part three
Continued from [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4x0m8f/mf_the_college_theater_trip_day_two/)
I realized as I was titling this that the last part was not so much “day 2” as “the morning of day 2”, so, this one is called “part 3.”
After Alex got dressed and left the suite to rendezvous with Chris in their own suite, my head was chaotic with conflicting thoughts and feelings. A bright buzzing spot in my brain wanted me to be ecstatic about what had just happened, but another part of me felt guilt and confusion about the possibility of having inserted myself into someone else’s relationship in a bad way.
I got dressed and relaxed for a while, watching some TV and drinking more coffee. The hangover was still definitely present, so I needed the break. Despite trying to relax, though, I couldn’t help thinking about the previous 12 hours and how much had gone down. Two major fantasies had come true in such a hurry that I almost felt like I needed to go back in time and force myself to pay even more attention – it had all gone by so damn fast. Sitting there watching SportsCenter (no offense to Chris Berman, *not* the sexiest show on television) even my idle thoughts were enough that I had a rock hard erection in my jeans that wouldn’t go away. I felt like I was 14 years old again.
[MF] The college theater trip, day two
Continuing the story of a long weekend, [starting here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4wut66/mff_the_college_theater_trip/)
After Alex and I made out for a while, she apparently decided it was time for Britney and Katie to wake up, so she dove onto the bed crosswise. Britney and Katie both shrieked a bit and starting wriggling around, but Alex wouldn’t let them up.
“Did you kids have a good time last night?” she asked.
Britney blushed bright pink, but answered, “Yeah…” in a tiny voice. Katie just smirked at me and started tickling Alex until she surrendered and rolled off the bed. Thus freed, Katie jumped up and flung the covers away from Britney and I – both still naked, of course, and we both rushed to cover up while she laughed at us and ran, butt jiggling, to the bathroom.
Alex is one of those annoying morning people who gets up early no matter what she did last night, so of course she’d woken us up at 7am. I was severely hung over – maybe still a little drunk – and sleepy as hell. She bounced on the end of the bed and insisted that I get up, because she had an amazing breakfast spot in mind. Britney demurred in favor of more sleep, so I groaned and dragged myself out of bed, still covering up since Alex had never seen me naked and it was awfully early to feel sexy, then put on my clothes from the night before.
The First First [MF] [oral]
I lost my virginity in college, freshman year, to an exchange student from England . . .
Jessa.
She wasn’t the fittest girl I’d ever met. She was only slightly shorter than me, and had a fair bit of ‘padding’ – I tend to consider her as the founder of my enjoyment for both fit and thicker women. Her breasts, while it was a few more days before I got to see them in all their glory, were large and welcoming. Her size allowed her to have a fantastic ass: fantastic for grabbing, slapping, squeezing, biting . . . she kept her blonde hair cut to the middle of her back, just the right length to hold onto during particularly fast-pacing fucking in doggy-style.
For whatever reason someone wouldn’t want to go to bed with her, her British accent and oh-so-nasty vocabulary swept the board and replaced any hesitation with anticipation.
[MFF] The college theater trip
Throughout college – ten years ago – I was a theater kid. Yes, I’m aware that there’s another theater kid on this subreddit, but in case you haven’t already figured it out, theater kids are *pretty slutty.* I include myself in that description – I would happily say that I was a huge slut in college. In order to understand this story, you need to understand that all of the characters involved were not, by any stretch of the imagination, shy about sex. By the time I graduated, we’d all pretty much fucked each other. Lest you think that familiarity diminished the excitement, well, it did not. It was fucking awesome.
I was a senior at a small private engineering school, and my year was going pretty damn well. I’d dated a girl with disastrous results in the summer, and after our ugly breakup I resolved that I was going to dedicate myself to putting my dick in whoever would agree to it, without any chance of a serious relationship. I was very public about this attitude, and it proved to be pretty fruitful, as you’ll see later in the story.
A gift for the Ork Chieftain Pt 3 [fantasy] [mmf][sex][anal][rape][oral]
The roar of laughter woke Glinda and her eyes blinked away the remnants of sleep as she tried to get her bearings. As it was the tent of a Chieftain, Thralls where she slept was by far the largest in the camp and the three Orks were still a good twenty feet away even though they were fully inside. They were clearly drunk and she didn’t think they had even seen her, or Dinia who had still slept besides her, as they laughed and joked at an unnecessary volume, as Orks frequently do. As they stumbled around, starting to rummage through Thrall’s possessions which lined the edge of the tent Dinia too awoke and sat up, trying to figure out what was going on.
“Hey! HEY!” She called out to them, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “I can see you fools are drink but are you retarded??” All three turned, silent for the first time since their entry as they processed this new component to the situation. They were all dressed casually for Orks, pants cutoff by the knees and a fur draped over their shoulders which was affixed by a chain across the chest. From that Dinia could tell they were simple foot soldiers, no one of importance. This could have already been assumed by the fact that they were in town and not invited on the hunting trip which Thrall and his Chiefs had been on for the last week but their garb itself was a dead giveaway. Their lack of class supported this assumption.
What $10 Grand can get you in Vegas, if you’re real luck. [m/f]
I was in Vegas this July for business. After the work bullshit was over, I went down to the casino around 11 PM and gambled. Normally, when I go on this particular work trip, I put $1000 of chips in one pocket and the winnings in the other. This time that did not happen. They would not fit in my pocket!
Long story short, by the time I was done I had $230,000 due to a huge run and a shit ton of luck plus sheer stupidity. I had no friends there to share my good fortune with, just me thinking of the boat I wanted to buy and getting giggly. I headed over to the casino bar and sat down with my pile of chips.
It was near 1:00 AM, I was wired. I had a glass of really good scotch.
I certainly noticed the brunette sitting about seven stools down, everyone and every thing noticed the brunette sitting seven stools down. No shit, straight up she was one of the most striking people I have ever laid eyes on- one of those girls you keep staring at. I think I probably looked over at her no less than 25 times in five minutes.
College Girl Swag (STR) (M/F) (IR)
“I had sex with a black guy and a white guy this weekend,” Nikki heard the other girls talking as she pulled her tight fitting lacrosse jersey over her sports bra, “The black guy was so much bigger.”
A chorus of giggles followed and echoed through the locker room before coach came through and brought a quick silence from the girls.
“Field in 5,” she said as she passed through the locker room and out into the moist Spring air, whistle in mouth.
Nikki grabbed her goalie helmet and followed first while the other girls, now whispering about sexual escapades, slowly followed suit.
Nikki was always first on the field. She had gotten quite a scholarship to play lacrosse, and with her in net, the team had actually done better than .500 for the first time in nearly 20 years. Her white-blonde hair was in a firm bun on top of her head and it bobbed up and down as she jogged out and around the track to warm up.