After the worst night of my life in that tiny bathroom stall, I limped to my room with my flattened ass, determined to get stronger and fuck the shit out of Heather. I started putting crazy hours into the gym, running into her a few times at the gym, her godly body glistening in sweat, as she asked me how my ass was and if my hair had gotten yellower. I paid no heed to it however, and kept going with the exercise and diet. Many months passed by and it was the spring break of our fourth year, when I thought I’d finally gotten my ass on par with Heather’s. I decided it was time to rock Heather’s world and put her down for good. I planned in advance for the break as we were going on a group trip and she was in my group. I made sure to get a single room in the hotel we booked and called her up and asked her to join me and my friends in my room for a bit of poker. The moment she came into the room and we stared down, I felt trauma, as I felt up my ass, which was now better than ever before. To everyone’s surprise and James’ delight she acted like she tripped and fell first face into my crotch, feeling me up slightly as she got up, making me wet already (though she was a bad bitch, she was probably the hottest girl on campus, me being second in my own ranking as she had owned me a lot more than I had fucked her). We played poker as she sat between me and James, touching him ***a lot.***
Tag: Group
Showing a friend my vibrator during our girls trip! 👿
Now that we’re all married in our 30’s, my 5 closest girl friends and I try to have a girls weekend once a year, taking turns which state to have it in.
This trip was to Texas and I ended up sharing a room with 2 twin beds with one of my friends.
The first night when we were getting ready for bed I found a vibrator my husband packed without me knowing. I laughed and showed my friend who said she was impressed my husband takes such good care of me. (From our other girls trip they know we are the horny couple of the friend group).
I text my husband thank you and told him how impressed my friend was. My husband responded by offering me a deal that he’d to the dishes for 2 weeks when I got home if I use the toy with my friend in the room next to me that night!
My friend and I were both raised Mormon so the fact that we even discussed our naughty adventures with each other is a huge way from where we started!
The Women of Custer City, Chapter 1 [M20s/F20s/F20s] [Science Fiction]
It didn’t matter how many times I spoke to Amber, the butterflies never went away. She always sat in the same corner of the bar, always dressed in the same leather jacket and leggings, her jet-black hair always slick back. She wore mascara that formed cat eyes, and she kept her skin almost ghostly pale. She always toyed with her necklace when she was nervous while her other hand ran a finger around the rim of her margarita glass. Every single time I saw her she got there right at seven thirty, and every single night, no matter what I tried, she ended up going home with Paul Bosman. Not me.
I think that must have been my eighth time trying. I’d tried corny openers, tried to talk about her interests, even went for straight compliments. Nothing worked, and I knew the reason. Amber was out of my league, and it wasn’t even close. I knew it was hopeless, and I definitely felt that way, but what choice did I have? On June 16, 2017, there were four thousand six hundred and eighty-three of them. Some would be easy to talk too, others near impossible, but one way or another, I’d keep on trying until I won them all over.
Unknown Things Lurking in the Water Part 3 [F18-19/M+ 18-55] [Alien][ScFi][Bondage][Exhib][Anal][mc]
*1 and 2 in my post history…*
She stretched and yawned, the afternoon sun peeking through her curtains. A sudden wash of shame flooded over her, remembering intimately what she had done early that morning. Her wrists were marked from the coarse rope they had strung her up with. She wondered how she would explain that. She shrugged it off, reaching between her legs. She teased her clit while her other hand slid under her t-shirt and began to play with her breasts. She could never remember being this desperate or horny before. Her back arched, biting her lip as she tried to stay quiet. She didn’t know if her parents were around. Fuck she missed the dorms. Her eyes closed as she sunk her finger past her lips. The memories of the night before flooded her. The feeling of being strung up, so vulnerable and exposed. She had only offered herself to the three of them, hadn’t she? The first orgasm washed over as she contemplated the idea that she had been raped in some way, never truly agreeing or consenting to take that whole group. The whole crew? Fuck, what had he meant by that? She remembered how it felt, the feeling of two men inside her. One man cupping and groping her breasts with rough, dirty hands as the other held her legs apart. She could distinctly remember the larger ones, the feeling of the head of his cock driving into her cervix with each thrust. A mix of pain and pleasure that only seemed to enhance each orgasm. How many times had she cum last night? It was just an ebb and flow, no real break. Her breasts, her nipples and clit so sensitive and so easy to push her over the edge with the slightest touch. She remembered the one who had held her tight by the hair, grunting in her ear as he sodomized her, the smell of cheap cigarettes on his breath. Another orgasm washed over her. Why was this so easy? She had never felt compelled to keep going before.
Unequal treatment, part 1 [F18 F18 M18] [teasing] [tickling] [nc] [last year of high school] [humiliation] [voyeurism] [female gaze]
This is the first part of a multi-part story is set in an English grammar school in the late 1970s, and focuses on students in their final year, with all the main characters 18 years of age.
Adam let out a sigh as he looked at the grey sky out his form class’s window, already bored despite being only 2 minutes into the school day. Today Adam had a free period to start, then Maths, and Physics, then PE after lunch. PE and Games were compulsory for all students at Grange Farm Grammar School all the way to 18 – Adam would never have chosen that subject voluntarily. At least he could suffer though it with George and Lisa, his friends who were in his form and PE class, and disliked PE as much as he did. Their form teacher, Mr Suffolk, was just about to start taking the register when the school secretary came in and called out another student, Timothy, whose mother had just fallen ill meaning he needed to leave and visit her in hospital. He grabbed his things in a rush and ran out the classroom to his father in the car park.
[FF][Group] Beach Volleyball Tournament (follow up #5)
Hi everybody! Time for an additional update on my gonewild series (I honestly didn’t though it would go that far when I started writing!) If you haven’t read the first five (!!!) parts ([here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xa7clt/ffgroup_beach_volleyball_tournament/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xjkxnu/ffm_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xqmbl2/ff_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_2/) [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z8ld0l/ff_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_3/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zkbss8/ffm_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_4/)), you should.
So at the beginning of November, I arrived a bit early at one of our volleyball practices and Jennifer, my partner, was already there. We started to stretch together as we were waiting for our coach.
I felt she was a bit nervous. A few innocent questions, then she asked the one she probably wanted to ask me from the beginning: “For the tournament. Are we all going to share only *one* room like last time?” I answered, “Maybe. Why do you ask?”
She didn’t know what to answer. And I completed: “Is it because about what happened last time?” And she answered: “Yeah… I know we haven’t talked about it since last time… But do you have any regret about it?” I replaced my hairs, tied them. And I answered: “Honestly. No. I really enjoyed it. I had a great time.” I took a pause and added: “I’d do it again. How about you?”
Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]
Free Weed! (F50s/F22/F21) [Mf, voyeur, age gap, transactional, embarrassment, professor/student, anal, reluct, drugs]
It must suck, attending a university in a state where pot is illegal. Well, at least Shelia (F22) has me.
I (M50) am a horny-ass old biology professor who grows marijuana just outside of town. I won’t sell it because I’d get busted and wouldn’t be able continue my oh-so-important research. But I’m willing to trade for certain goods and services, so to speak.
Shelia and her college pals know very well that the pretty girls go to the front of the line, but it’s not all puppy dogs and ponytails.
Among her group she’s the only one I’ll trade with. The rules are always the same. I get my 15 minutes of pleasure in her butthole, and she gets a Thursday-night’s worth of HQ weed for herself and her friends that would sell for $200.
Naturally, Shelia initially found this idea demeaning, but after her little clique tasted one of my varieties, they wanted more. So she said she’d do it _one last time_. And then again, and again. She insisted to her girls that she hated our backdoor transactions—and yet, each Wednesday night she couldn’t sleep, her mind returning to the thought of trading access to her most intimate and private place with a creep who holds all the power.
My GF exhibited herself in a path [F]
In our first year together, a few days after her birthday we went to a nude beach and had a great day. It was a secluded beach and later we walked back by a path.
She was wearing a semi-sheer white and short dress with front zipper, where u could see her nipples through it. I was behind her and I asked her to lift her dress and unzip it, I lifted it and she walked back to the car with a huge cleavage and with her ass and pussy exposed.
It was soo hot and much more when a group of three guys walked by us and she didn’t care, they saw her pussy and stare at her. I love when this happens and others can see her flashing.
Fumble with an old married friend. [MF]
I didn’t expect anything to ever happen between Jane and me. We’d been friends for a long time, having met at a previous job and staying in touch. I’d socialised with her and her husband a few times. We all got on well.
Honestly though, Jane and I got on a little too well when her husband wasn’t around. Nothing outrageous but certainly a lot of flirty back-and-forth. Of course it was more obvious when one of us was drunk (usually her) and I always felt she was a little more into me than I was into her. I found her really hot. Dirty blonde hair, curvy figure, cute smile. Not a head-turner but very attractive as a person.
She’d married young, settled down quickly and think, though she never said this, may have regretted playing the field a little more before embarking on married life. Her relationship with her husband has always been a little strained. She didn’t reveal a lot and I know they’ve never officially split at any point but it was often clear things weren’t always rosy. I guess that’s why she cheated.
My First Time Seeing a Man Masturbate. [18F] [28M]
My name is Molly and this is the first time I’d ever seen a man masturbate.
I had just turned 18 and I was more than ready for sex. I’d really grown into my body. My breasts were large. My wavy blonde hair came down to my ass which curved nicely and I was absolutely addicted to anything of a sexual nature. Growing up in a very Christian home and being homeschooled, sex was not a part of the conversation. It seemed taboo to even bring it up and forget about masturbation…
Don’t you know that Jesus is watching you?”
My mother asked me once when my sister caught me masturbating in our bedroom and ran to tell her.
But, I was obsessed. I fantasized constantly about men I saw, men in movies, my friends, my cousins…
It was automatic like I had no control over these… Visions. I don’t know how else to put it. That’s what it seemed like. I would dream and daydream and eventually I got sucked into the online sex community. It started out with reading erotic stories then writing them. That led to cybersex and then webcam, sexting and phone sex… I never touched anyone or let anyone touch me. Though in my world we were barely allowed to talk to boys and never to be alone with them.