Three Little Virgins (Pt 3) [ff]

Meanwhile, in James’ house:
Alex and Peta cuddled on the couch, comfortable with each other, still semi-dressed, kissing occasionally. They talked about their feelings, without pretense, without judging each other, or themselves. Alex happy that someone else now knew she was a lesbian, just not interested in men at all, Peta a bi-sexual girl, who had experienced both a man and now a girl. She wanted more, she knew, she wanted a woman, someone who knew what she was doing. For some reason, her mother jumped into her mind, a picture of her, naked, inviting, sensual, really sexual and Peta’s nipples hardened.

WTF? Where did that come from? She thought, surprised at the workings of her inner mind. Why would I even consider such a thing? Better leave that one alone.

They heard the bathroom being used, but Alex didn’t move. She looked at Peta and said, “I think she had better know.”

“We’ve not always been full open with each other,” Peta replied, “But, I don’t think we’ve ever deliberately lied to each other either.” Alex nodded. “You’re right, she needs to know.”

[MF] My girlfriend learned to use her pelvic floor muscles and it makes her pussy unbelievably tight.

She’s a pretty sensitive person and has always experienced a bit of discomfort from sex. It may be exaggerated with me as my dick is on the larger side and I do like to go pretty hard and long sometimes. She’s white, short, blue hair, essentially petite frame with nice hips and ~DD tits. She actually had a breast reduction in high school, so they are rather perky because the surgeon mostly did boob jobs for hot moms 😅. Kinda like cherrrieblossoms, if you’ve seen her.

Last fall she spent the period between thanksgiving and Christmas away with her family, leaving me alone for a while. I used the excuse to buy my first fleshlight (with her encouragement) – I highly recommend it! I got a clear one that doesn’t look like a pussy, which makes it a little less weird. I digress.

We texted a lot about sex. I think some stuff is easier over text. She did a lot of reading and thinking and ended up coming across some stuff online about Pelvic Floor muscle control and kegel exercises. She started doing them every day.

The Football Bet: Part One [MF] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Cheating] [Threesome] [Anal]

“Hurry up,” Johnny shouted up at me.

“I am going as fast as I can,” I shouted down the stairs. “What’s the big deal?”

One of his co-workers was coming to our apartment to watch a football game. I didn’t see why he was in such a frenzied state over such a trivial matter.

“He’s always on time,” Johnny said.

As he looked himself in the mirror for the three-hundredth time, I came down the stairs. Staring at him, I shook my head at him.

“Come here,” I said. I always had to straighten his hair. It was always a mess.

“You’re wearing that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said as I looked down at my clothes. “What’s wrong? “I had on a white shirt, black jeans, white sneakers.

“We have a guest, I thought you would… well, you know?” he said and shrugged.

“No, I don’t know,” I said with my hands on my hips.

The doorbell rang, saving him – for now.

“Well?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he said and ran to the door. I turned to go into the kitchen.

“Hey, man,” Johnny said. “I see you found the place.”

The Harvest [MF] [2nd Person] [Male POV] [Stepcest] [Breeding] [Dubcon]

**When it comes to daddy issues, you reap what you sow.**

Your name is Lucien Menendez: restauranteur, divorcee, one-time father of three. Today, for your fortieth birthday, you’ve arranged a little treat for yourself in the guest room of your mansion.

“Suck,” you command.

The topless brunette kneeling beneath you gives your cock another lazy lick with her tongue. Warm and wet, running up and down the throbbing vein underneath. You hiss, more impatient than appreciative. With her hair in your fist and the growl of her name- Melody- in your throat, you press your sensitive tip against her ruby lips seeking entrance. You’ve had enough; she’s not skilled enough a cocksucker to finish you with just halfhearted tongue play, nor well-endowed enough to finish you between her pert but modest breasts. No, you need to feel her hot little mouth around the whole length of you *now.*

[F] Becoming the favorite neighborhood piece of ass

If you read my post of a couple months ago about having sex with the father of one of my friends you know I’ve had a slutty reputation for a long time, but I hadn’t been fucking the fathers of friends. Well, I’ve been going back to him ever since. At first it was because he called and I didn’t want to say no, but also because I had gotten hooked on sex with him. I even walked slowly around his house at night so he’d see me out of a window and come out, which he did a couple times.

Well, recently, we were lying in bed after fucking and he told me that he has a good friend, Dave, in the neighborhood and he had told Dave that we had a thing going. He asked me if I knew Dave’s kids, Brenda, Tina, and Keith. I said I knew them. Brenda and I had been close in high school. Tine was still in high school, but I knew her pretty well because she went places with Brenda and me. And I had actually fucked with Keith some. So, he said that Dave wanted to see me and he had said he would share me. He asked if I was alright with that. I lay there thinking for a minute about what that meant. I’d be sneaking around behind another friend’s back again. But I asked, “Is it what you want? Did you already tell him I’d go over?” He said yes, so I said, “I’ll go. When should I go over?” He said, “He knows you’re here now. He’s alone for a few hours. Just go now.”

A Change of Relationship Ch 1 (MM, cd)

This is a relatively long post! This is the first story I wrote and published elsewhere, first time posting here. Let me know what you think!
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I swung the door open to the honeymoon suite, tossing my suitcase in and stepping through the door. My best friend followed me in. But not like, my wife is my best friend, no, just my best friend Ryan. Megan and I were to be married the previous day, but it hadn’t come to be. The week before I’d found text messages, and then photos of her and her secret lover.

I’d seen pictures of them together. And “together.” And not just in her pussy. Or just her mouth. But in her ass too. She’d never even let me put my penis there. And he was… Well he was really well endowed. He dwarfed my manhood. I will always remember the deep, ebony skin of his shaft buried in my fiance’s pale body.

After the tearful argument, in which she didn’t even promise to stop seeing him, she’d left the house. She sent me a picture an hour later of her panties around her ankles and her lovers legs between hers. She’d gone straight there to be fucked. She sent it out of spite, as if I had done her wrong somehow.

That time the prude that i [F] am gave a BJ to a hot stranger

So i already told you in one of my last [post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ogj3jo/that_time_if_told_my_bf_his_dick_was_cute/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) that i’ve only been with 2 men but seen 3 dicks (this is where the prude checks out) in my life. I’m about to tell you the tale of that 3rd dick and how that was the only time i’ve been this slutty (and how i’ve loved it).

To set the scene, i was 21 at the time, attending University and in between 2 boyfriends. I had been with my previous bf for 7 years from high school to the beginning of Uni, and i was not at all experienced in the sex department and very innocent… It was also before i met my actual bf who made me more open about sex, so i was an even bigger prude/shy then now ;) I was attending a party with 2 of my girlfriends and they knew i wanted to be a little wild that night (although they knew me, so they were probably just expecting a make-out sesh on the dancefloor and some grinding). We were drinking a little while getting ready, i was wearing a tank top shorter then usual but nothing too revealing for the cleavage part (just enough to get anyone curious), some short shorts and high-heels. My long brown hair were tied up in a ponytail because i get so hot when i drink and dance.

Joane Carlton’s Sexual Adventures – Prologue and Chapter 1: Teenage Trouble

Prologue: Meet Joane Carlton

Joane “Jo” Carlton is a 31 year old single mother from Liverpool who lives a very normal middle class life in the heart of one of England’s up and coming cities.

Jo is 5ft 7 with brunette colour hair, E size breasts, supported by large areolaes, a reasonably large bottom and size 5 feet.

This wonderful milf, despite her lovely looks and desirable physical features has had a very bland sex life. An early relationship that didn’t work out and a young child has meant that she’s not seen any “action” for years.

For Jo though, that’s all about to change.

Chapter 1: Teenage Trouble *Nonfiction*

Part 1: What to do?

As we mentioned before, Jo has a young child, a girl. We won’t mention her name for privacy reasons but she’s in high school and is unfortunately battling bullies.

It’s nothing to serious, but obviously it’s never a nice thing for a parent to go through. Jo has been told by her daughter and has decided that she needs to take action. But how though?

An abnormal obsession

I was twenty three when I got married. My husband tried everything he could think of to give me orgasms but I didn’t have my first one until four years later. Chris and I divorced after two years. I spent the next two mostly working and helping my sick father as much as I could. 
 
A girl friend from high school had somehow gotten into erotic dancing at private parties and started her own business. Linda was doing really well with her business and had three employees. They mostly did birthday and bachelor parties but occasionally she would get a job for one of the many corporations here in Portland. 
Between Linda and her three employees they were doing as many as five parties a day and sometimes more on weekends. 
One night we were visiting and she offered me a job and promised that I could make at least three times the money I was making at my current job. 
 
I attended a couple of parties with her to check it out and see if I really wanted to give it a try. 
 
As Linda had explained would happen, I was hit on by several men at both parties. To be honest it was kind of exciting. I enjoyed the attention to say the least after the long dry spell I had been going through. 
 
I spent three days learning from Linda and her girls. They all agreed that I was ready as we sat having drinks at a bar one evening after they had all finished their separate parties. 
 
The next morning Linda spent several hundred dollars on me at Victoria’s secret. I was more than nervous as we drove to my first gig.
 Linda called a number she had been given when we pulled up in front of the house. A minute later one of the five garage doors opened. A handsome man came out and introduced himself. Travis Taylor.
He asked Linda to pull her car into the garage. 
 
 It was a surprise, poolside, bachelors party in the back yard of a beautiful three story home. I was glad to see that only about fifteen guys were there. 
As planned, Linda and I just hung out in the garage, hidden from everyone until the bachelor arrived. They had only paid for one dancer but Linda must have felt my appreciation. She laughed at me as she pulled a few things out of that big bag of a purse she always carried. She changed into the sexiest outfit I had ever seen her in as she giggled, hiding behind a Corvette. 
 
Just as she had changed and stuffed her clothes into the bag, Travis came in and announced that the Bachelor had arrived. It was his twin brother Terry. Travis pointed him out as we all peeked through a slightly open door leading into the back yard.
Before we went out, Travis asked if we both would be willing to just spend a couple of hours flirting with all the guys but to pay special attention to Terry. He offered an extra five hundred dollars on top of the five he had already agreed to. 
I got kind of tickled because Linda was going to dance for free just to take the edge off for me. 
 
Linda and I opened the door and walked around the pool with little covering our tits. Butts smoothly swaying as we slowly made our way to where Terry was standing with his back to us.
He blushed when all his friends laughed as Linda knelt behind him and ran both hands up the inside of his legs. 
The laughter took the edge off everyone. We were being paid to flirt and tease. To be totally honest, it ended up being the most fun I had had in a years. It was a different kind of fun than I had ever had but none the less, it was over the top for me.
I was totally amazed at how many of those guys would get bulges in their pants just from being able to look at my breasts with only the nipples covered and make comments about them, or compliment me on my ass or legs. 
 I literally had to go to the bathroom and wipe my own juices from between my lips twice, for fear of leaking and having it run down my leg.
 
After about an hour and half, one of the guys pulled me aside. He said that all the friends had agreed to pitch in and offer Linda and I each a grand if we would give Terry a blowjob and one for Travis for throwing the party. 
I walked around the pool to where Linda was laughing and flirting with Terry. I whispered in her ear and explained the offer. 
She only winked at me as she turned her attention back to Terry. I watched her kneel down in front of him, unzip his pants and pull out his cock right there in front of everyone. 
He didn’t argue one bit as he sipped his beer and just let her have her way with him.
 
I turned around and spotted Travis walking towards us with the rest of the guys.
My heart was pumping so hard I could feel it in my ears. I waited for him to get close then I walked up to him. With all the guys standing close watching, I knelt down on my knees in front of him. 
 
He reached down and offered his hand, motioning for me to stand back up. He put his arms around me and leaned close. Whispering in my ear, he asked, “Do you do this often?” 
 
I answered back, “I’ve never done this, this is my first party.”
 
He said, again in whisper, as if telling a secret.
“Do you know that if this goes any farther I’m going to throat fuck you until I cum?”
 
I felt something stir in me that I had never felt in my life. I had given Chris blowjobs many times in the two years that we were married. They were always slow and sensual. I had never heard the term throat fuck. 
I knelt back down and slowly unbuckled his belt, never taking my eyes off his. He stood still, his blue eyes seemed to be smiling as we stared into each others eyes. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. He never moved as his pants dropped to his ankles. The crowd of guys seemed to disappear in my mind, there was nothing but the sound of my heart beating. My fingers shook as I slowly pulled his underwear down. Our eyes still locked on each other’s.
I let my gaze drop as I set his gorgeous cock free. 
 
After a moment of looking at it, I looked back into his eyes. He watched me seductively lick my lips, they parted and I opened my mouth. 
I looked back down at his cock as he slowly grasped it in his hand. “Look at me!” He said in a tone different from his normal voice. 
 
I locked eyes with him again and felt the big, soft head of his cock slip into my mouth. 
Closing my lips around it, I watched his hands gently grasp the sides of my head. The cock began slowly moving back and forth over my tongue, drool began to trickle from the corners of my mouth. 
I felt the cock growing harder as it seemed to be inching it’s way to the back of my throat. 
 
“Take a deep breath and hold it!” I heard him say.
I drew a deep breath through my flaring nostrils. His spread fingers squeezed my head, he pulled me up slightly and tipped my head down just a little. his cock pushed past my tonsils. It seemed we both were surprised that there was no gag reflex. 
He began a gentle fucking motion that now pulled out then back in past my tonsils. My eyes began to water, tears trickled down my cheeks. He pulled out, “Breathe!” He said. 
 
I drew in another deep breath. He held my head tight, the fucking resumed. Another breath was demanded then without any warning I felt his cock sliding down my throat until my face was smashed into the soft flesh that covered his pelvic bone. He held me still for a moment, unmoving, his cock pulsed in my throat, it seemed to be growing longer. 
He pulled out, I frantically exhaled then drew in a breath. My vision was blurred with tears. The cock was shoved back down my throat. I tried to concentrate. I counted numbers in my mind to keep from getting frantic. 
My world was fading quickly. He yanked out, I gasped, he shoved back in.
My body began to tremble, I didn’t realize that I had my hand between my legs. 
The cock was literally fucking my mouth, my throat, his balls slapping my chin. I began to quiver all over. I was feeling like my toes were stuck in light sockets, I was being electrocuted, I forgot about breathing, I listened to my own whimpers, my fingers digging into my own cunt.
He yanked out, I heard him telling me to breathe. I don’t remember doing it. I do remember the most wonderful feeling exploding through my body that I had ever felt in my life as the cock was shoved back into me. The fucking grew faster and harder. I was clawing at my cunt. Everything came to an abrupt stop, everything except the pulsing cock. I felt it pulsing, I heard Travis grown, I felt warm cum pumping deep in my throat. 
Still my body shook and trembled uncontrollably. I was cuming for the first time in my life and it was the most profound experience to date. It was my first and only day on the job. I moved in with Travis a couple weeks later and getting throat fucked is still the only way I can get off. It’s an abnormal obsession I guess.

A Tale From My Hussy Days [5]-Helping a Friend [MF]

*Long post, because that’s how I like it.*

*This happened in my 20’s during a time that I lovingly call My Hussy Days.*

*I always believed that helping a friend in need made you a true friend in deed. I also believed in not shitting where you eat, but sometimes I had to prioritize.*

There was this guy *(we’ll call him Kent)* that I worked with for a number of years. Kent was a lanky, blond white guy, who was a little nerdy and a lot ornery, but once he was comfortable with you he showed more of his sweet and goofy side.

We started our jobs around the same time, so we ended up helping each other through training and early parts of our careers. During this time, he never once came onto me or even so much as checked me out, which made me trust him more than other coworkers.

Emotionally, we were in different places. He was in a hurry to get married, become a father, and be a committed family man. I, however, was more interested in exploring…other things.