The Adventures of Frank and Karen. [Part 2] [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

 Thanksgiving with my friends was as always a major party.
Friends I haven’t  seen in a year came out of hibernation. 
The food was laid or should I say heaped upon the sideboard.
Along with a very liberal helping of alcohol made for an evening of drunken merrymaking.

However much fun this evening had been that is not what I wish to tell you about. 
What is important to this chronicle is the phone call I received around 10:30 that evening. 
It was Karen calling.
“Frank, Hi it’s Karen I hope I’m not calling you to late, am I ?
I just couldn’t take the chance that you might leave tomorrow without me getting a chance to see you again.” She said.
“Karen, I’m going to be in town until Monday afternoon.
Is there any chance you will also be around until then?” I asked.
“Karen I’m glad you called I haven’t been able to think about anything else since last night.
Never have I met anyone as free and exciting.

[MF] I was my friend’s first fuck after 4 of her break-ups

My friend (we’ll call her Mel) and I casually hooked up for almost 5 years. This time period happened while we were between ages 19 and 24. Around the time I turned 19, I had only started to thrive in my dating life. Newly out of my shell, I was keen on experimenting, and was very direct about not wanting a relationship. Around the time Mel turned 19, she was of a similar mindset, but she had been living this way for years up to that point. She had a “high school sweetheart” (her words) but was in an open relationship with him since she was 17.

Given that we had similar mindsets, our casual hookups became a steady part of our routine. Her high school sweetheart went to another school, so she would spend weekends with him. But during the week she spent her time sleeping around with a handful of guys at our school. We had university lectures together, so we’d spend long days on campus together. I picked up on the fact that I was her favorite hook up on campus given how much more time she’d spend with me compared to her other hook ups. She would make a point to make sure we hooked up amidst our really busy schedules. If we had breaks between classes she’d suggest we skip the library and go fuck. When her period tracker app showed her period was coming in roughly 5 days, she’d text me a screenshot and set aside time in the next couple days to fuck.

Best Friend’s Secret [mf][trans][romance]

## Chapter 1 – Finally Together

Our story starts with Matt and Cindy two best friends that had just graduated
high school. They returned to Cindy’s house. Her parents had a stop to make
before returning home, so they had the house to themselves. Matt had loved Cindy
and wanted her to be his girlfriend for a long time, but had trouble working up
the courage to ask her. To everyone around them, they were already dating, but
to each other they had yet to make it official. According to Matt’s plans, that
would change today.

“Cindy, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I-i’d love to Matt… but there’s something I need to tell you first.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“I’m transgender. I have a penis.”

Matt’s entire world flipped upside down. His best friend was trans? Since when?
They’d been friends since she was eight and she’d always been a girl.

“S-since when? I never thought you were anything but a girl.”

“I *am* a girl!”

“Nonono, that’s not what I meant. Like, I thought you were *always* a girl.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess I’m just feeling defensive ’cause I was worried you’d be
upset.”

The Stockroom [Coworker] [M/F]

*This story was originally posted on my previous account under the name u/Remember-The-Account. The text of the story is largely the same; however, I did correct some grammatical errors and well as improve the overall pacing. Over the next few weeks, I will continue to revise and re-upload more of my old work as well as upload new stories that I have been working on since I last posted over two years ago. Thank you to everyone who kept my stories alive while I was gone. It feels great to be back and I can’t wait to show you all what I’ve been working on!*

—Original Story Starts Here—

So this happened a couple years ago and, despite me never intentionally keeping it a secret, I have never really told anyone outside of my immediate friend group. Please bear with me as I’m not really much of a storyteller nor am I that good of a writer, but I will do my best to include as many details as possible. And rest assured that even though it did happen a little over four years ago, I remember every detail of it like it was yesterday.

Me and my ginger friend [MF]

MThis is a real story that is both erotic and slightly tragic.

I met this girl, Maikala (different name), years back when I just graduated from high school. She’s a ginger girl which has always been a turn-on for me. We started chatting but it quickly became clear that she really wasn’t my type of girl when it came to character. Body-wise, she’s amazing (long red hair, big breasts, nice curvy hips, etc.). So we just stayed friends.

Now we are many years later, and while I had been in and out of several relationships, she was still with the same boyfriend she had had since our first year of college. She truly loved him and saw a future with him and everything. Several months ago, she texted me she was having some issues, those being that she was incredibly sexually frustrated. She loved her boyfriend and all, but he just couldn’t satisfy her at all. So we started texting (me being single at the time). It was all fine and well until she started sending me more risky texts and pictures.

I (M23) met an Arab Muslim girl online (F20) and fucked her [MF]

Post Covid lockdown and I was finally moving out of my parents house for good. And at that a few hours away in an entirely different state. Due to a new job it would be my first time living alone at 23 years old . So naturally when I got to my new hometown I downloaded a few matchmaking apps to get some new friends. It didn’t take long before I matched with a arab muslim girl who had plenty of common interests as me. Her name was Nour. Now, her profile was geared towards friendship making but even with a hijab on she was absolutely stunning. She reiterated she was really only on the app for conversation and actually didn’t often talk to the opposite gender however our favorite books matched up and it was quite an uncommon book. I learned a lot about Nour the next few weeks. She was 20 still living with her parents and We had a ton of common interests. Honestly all seemed to be going too well and I eventually began to think I was getting cat fished. So about 2 weeks in I asked if she could verify herself better since her profile on the app actually wasn’t verified.

20 years of secret handjobs from my sister

Hey. I am a 39 year old man, and my sister Callie is 38. More than a year apart but not much more. I’m 5’11”, 150 lbs .. slim, fit, handsome with olive skin and dark features described often as beautiful. I’m also blessed down below with a legit 8″.
Callie is 5’5″, not as slim as she used to be as a teen, but a still trim and active size 6. She was a 2 until her second kid ten years ago, but the trade up from b to c cup makes it worth it.
We were the two youngest of 4 in an upper middle class family with another close pair of sisters 5 years older than us. So we spent a lot of time together, same friends, same parties, same party drugs.
We were both wild child types and grew up as our dad was making more money than he did when the older 2 were coming up. He still made a lot back then, but we moved from a nice house to a nicer town and a snobby high school.
We talked about our hookups graphically and were both popular in our way. We were mischievous and a little bit depraved. Open. I always made sure my towel would drop “accidentally” and sometimes she would do the same. Fueling my jerk off fantasies through high school.
One time we were talking about something she did with a guy senior year. Some girlfriends of ours in my grade, now freshman in college, took her out for her 18th. She went home with a 25 year old and his 23 year old friend showed up with some cocaine. They were both hot professional types, and she described how they just did cocaine and fucked her all night and the next day. That was yesterday ( back then).
“Damn that’s hot.”
“I know but I feel like shit today and just want to lie down and drink water.”
“I’m gonna go lay down and jerk off ” I said. “Wanna come lay down in my bed and tell me more?” I asked, waiting for the no thanks reply.
“Ok,” she answered. I didn’t say anything, just went and made my room dark and put in a CD. I took off my shirt and pants and laid in my boxers
She flopped down next to me with her eyes closed. I pulled my cock out and started working it slowly. “,Tell me more ” I said. “Where did they cum?”
“Mostly in my pussy. Once in my mouth and twice on my tits. But like 4 or 5 times each in my pussy.”. I was stroking harder.
“Oh my god that’s so hot.”
“Mmmhmmmm it was. My pussy was just full of cum all day yesterday.” She turned her head to face me. We locked eyes.
“I would love to do that,” I admitted. She smiled and yawned
“I bet. Well definitely not today because I’m sore and probably still full.”
“Ok, can I cum on your tits?”
“That’s fine. But I’m too tired, I’m not doing anything. I can’t move.”. She clasped her hands behind her head. I pulled up her hoodie and tank top and knelt beside her, salivating over her perfect nipples thinking about how I was the third guy to cum on her tits in less than 24 hours.
I tensed up and shot so much cum on her tits and associated region.
“Mmmmmmm…” She smiled as she felt the first shot hit her tits.
After the best orgasm of my life I crashed next to her.
“Thank you so much for that,” I said.
“No, thank YOU,” she replied. “Any time.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Why not? You love me sometimes. Least I can do. I’m gonna take a nap in your bed. I feel like shit from last night.”
“That’s fine. Me too,” I replied as I took my underwear off and spooner her. “But these have to go,’ I said pulling down her sweats. “I want to feel our legs.” Her last act before falling asleep was to help facilitate her pant removal. Then snuggle back into me. Her shirts were still up and her tits out. I felt them and rubbed my cum in as we spooned then fell asleep.
I woke up an hour later so hard and horny and naked. I ground into her ass, but just laid back and jerked off. I pulled her panties down under her ass and felt it with my left hand as I jerked off. After 2 minutes of this I got back into spoon position and put the head of my dick against her ass and pussy when I came. It was so good.
I took a shower and dried off and laid back down naked. I was hard again. She was now on her back sleeping. I took her right hand in mine and used her hand to jerk off again.
I realized that I didn’t care if she woke up. I realized that she did when I felt her squeeze a little. I took my hand off of hers and she kept going. Uninspired, but the message was in the delivery itself; she kept going.
It took 3 minutes of that until she felt me tense up and perfectly squeezed my cock as she stroked me all the way through my orgasm.
“Ok? Let me sleep,” she said as she wiped her hand on the sheet. She rolled away from me and went to fix her panties.
“Did you cum inside me?” She asked.
“No, I just put it up against your pussy when I came.”
“Its so wet. It was so much, I can feel it sticking everywhere.’
Maybe next time I can put it inside you?_” I asked hopefully.
“Let me sleep,” she said finally. I let her sleep and did some regular stuff that day.
Two days later. Tuesday night, after school and sports and dinner, getting ready for bed, I asked if she would give me a handjob again, and she said maybe.
She came in at 11:30ish, got on the bed next to me on my right, got under the blankets, laid on her left side and slid her right hand into my underwear. She took my cock out then flipped down the blanket and gave me an awesome handjob.
She let me talk dirty and played along with whatever.
“I want to cum in your pussy so bad.”
“Your own sister?” She faked shock.
“Yep. I want to look in your eyes while I cum inside you.”
“Oooh…naughty.”
“I want to lick your pussy for hours then fuck you and cum inside you. All night, over and over…can I do that sometime?”
“Yes. I want you to. Sometime.”
“, Promise?”
“Yesssss….”

Amy’s Exploits Ch.6 [Exhibitionism] [Photoshoot]

*just a fun little idea I had*

*warning:this story contains no intercourse*

Monday. Ugh. Monday morning? Even worse.

Amy Anderson wore her favourite blue tube top and tight jean shorts when she entered the clothing store down the street. It was summer, the sun was shining, Amy could wear comfy sandals. She could smell the dry summer air and she felt the glowing bright sun shining on her body. Her outfit showed off a good amount of midriff, and she looked like a typical Texan girl. Ready to have some fun.

Just a few months ago, the young blonde had graduated from High School. Amy thought that this would mean freedom.
What was even worse than waking up on a Monday morning? Going to work.

“Miss Anderson!”

____________________________________________________

One of the reasons Mr.Pete hired her was because she was a girl. It was bad for business if a lady appeared in his shop, wanted to try out some lingerie or a dress, and only two guys, he and his other employee, college student Joe, were around. But that didn’t mean he was glad about hiring her.

“Breeding” my old high school ex-girlfriend in her childhood bedroom during spring break from college [MF]

[To be abundantly clear, all descriptions of anything sexual happened when both of us were over 18. The parts where we were younger are just backstory, and nothing inappropriate will be mentioned from that timeframe. For those who don’t like backstory (which is fair), everything after is what happened in college, after = = = = is when things get sexual, and after + + + + is when actual sex begins. I trimmed some stuff, but this is my story with the most background and I hope that background is enjoyable to read even if you’re normally just here on /r/gonewildstories for the sex scenes.]

I grew up Protestant, and church and stuff like that were a big part of my childhood. So when teenaged me suddenly found himself with a girlfriend, all that pubescent testosterone was *a problem* given how repressive my family was while I was still living at home. I’m not really even kidding with the phrasing “suddenly found himself”. The situation I described in [a past story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s90awm/the_time_i_m_was_basically_selected_by_an/) was definitely not the first such case of a woman basically saying “mine” and then me basically being in a relationship before I realized it. Apparently genuinely caring about people while simultaneously being completely fucking oblivious to romantic advances is appealing to some people. The former I get, as that’s a key feature of the women I find attractive, but I couldn’t possibly explain why people find the latter cute.

Chris & Jackie: A Love Story P.4 [M/F]

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=== ***Chris*** ===

Jackie has been living with us for a month now and it’s the middle of summer. After that day with Ava, Dean has been avoiding me. He’s still with her, despite knowing what we did, but he barely talks to me now.

Jackie and I have been, well, just as good to each other. We haven’t heard anything from Bella and Alana, and Ava hasn’t tried anything. She rarely comes over, though, and it’s mostly just been me and Jackie.

Speaking of Jackie, she found a job at one of the big chain supermarkets and she has started looking for a fairly cheap place to stay. When Mom found out that Jackie is basically looking at one of the not-so-good part of town for an apartment, she didn’t take too kindly to that.

“No, I will not allow you to live there! Find another place in a better part of town.” She would tell her, and Jackie had no choice but to agree.

I think Mom has taken well to Jackie and I being together. She’s always seen her as a daughter ever since she and I started hanging out, and now that she’s mostly here, Mom has taken her out for shopping. In that month, Jackie’s wardrobe changed and so did her style.