Tag: High School

[TF/TG] The Milkmaid’s Tale

Go to the country, they said. The fresh air will do you good, they said.

Fresh air my ass.

City air may be smoggy and filled with cigarette smoke but I’d take that over the reek of cow dung any day.

“Hurry up, city boy!”

I huffed in frustration and turned to see Calvin and the rest of the farm hands smiling at me smugly from the truck. Of course, they had already finished unloading. When my aunt had ‘suggested’ this farm-stay holiday she had failed to mention it would come prepacked with a bunch of arrogant yokels who thought the highest form of comedy was watching a ‘city slicker’ try to lift hay bales.

“It’s John.” I reminded them for the fourth time, “and if one of you could give me a hand, we could all get back to the house a lot faster!”

“Oh, poor Johnny boy!” Calvin jeered, jumping down and hefting the haybale over his shoulder with ease, “didn’t Farm Simulator 3000 prepare you for this?” Read more »

Housewife Forced by Old School Friend [Mf, Noncon, Forced, Acquaintance, Literate]

Potential Triggers:

* Realistic rape
* Mild violence (hair-pulling, slapping and name-calling).

# Class of 2006: Alice

It was early-afternoon on a Thursday when the doorbell rang. Alice had been upstairs sorting through her drawers, seizing on her unexpected free time to do a little spring cleaning. Having indulged the obligatory “who the hell could that be?” as she’d at the same time tried to decide whether or not to keep this or that set of bureaucratic correspondences, she’d stood amidst the mess of papers and ephemera that surrounded her and flounced her way from the bedroom downstairs to the door.

When she opened it, there was a man looking in at her. His face was beaming, his dark brown eyes glinting brightly in the sun.

“Alice!” he’d cried, appearing incapable of containing his joy, “Alice Patterson!”

Alice peered back at him, still a little preoccupied with the letters and the mess upstairs:

“Oh… Hello.” The utterance confounded her, for the man had not just used her name, but her maiden name as well.

He continued:

“It’s so nice to see you again! After all these years!” Read more »

Let my childhood friend use my asshole to soothe his broken heart [MF]

Giving this whole “quickly-written-and-less-than-ten-pages” story thing a try.

I have this friend from childhood who I briefly “dated” in middle school, but never did anything with besides kissing (I was a bit of a late bloomer). He was always incredibly sweet to me, and one of the only people in my life who remained a friend through childhood, into adulthood. We don’t talk often, but we still catch up occasionally, and it’s always great to hear from him.

A couple years ago, I reached out to him through social media to see how he was, as last I heard he was getting very serious with a girl he and I both knew from high school. Turns out she cheated on him and broke his poor little heart. Being the caretaker I am, I asked him if he wanted to come hang out and talk about it, cry on my shoulder, use my body to make himself feel better – you know, normal stuff. I didn’t actually say that last part lol, but I was kinda hoping he would make a move XD Read more »

[M/s] [Incest] Mommy Teaches Son About Sex

**All characters are strictly over the age of eighteen**

**Billy was a typical nerdy 18yr old boy. He likes games and making models and he is shy with girls. His mother was worried for his development, so she took it upon herself to teach him about sex. However, she didn’t expect to fall into lust… And want Billy all to herself…**

Every night, when my husband fell asleep…

I visited my son’s room.

“Honey, daddy is asleep.”

That faint scent, the scent of a man, mixed in with the smell of paint…

My son, Billy, was barely a man, over 18 and a senior in high school.

Like most boys his age, he was interested in hobbies and girls. Both worried me.

Hobbies, because he enjoyed painting his models. 

Housewife Forced by Old School Friend [Mf Noncon Forced Acquaintance Literate]

Potential Triggers:

* Realistic rape
* Mild violence (hair-pulling, slapping and name-calling).

# Class of 2006: Alice

It was early-afternoon on a Thursday when the doorbell rang. Alice had been upstairs sorting through her drawers, seizing on her unexpected free time to do a little spring cleaning. Having indulged the obligatory “who the hell could that be?” as she’d at the same time tried to decide whether or not to keep this or that set of bureaucratic correspondences, she’d stood amidst the mess of papers and ephemera that surrounded her and flounced her way from the bedroom downstairs to the door.

When she opened it, there was a man looking in at her. His face was beaming, his dark brown eyes glinting brightly in the sun.

“Alice!” he’d cried, appearing incapable of containing his joy, “Alice Patterson!”

Alice peered back at him, still a little preoccupied with the letters and the mess upstairs:

“Oh… Hello.” The utterance confounded her, for the man had not just used her name, but her maiden name as well.

He continued:

“It’s so nice to see you again! After all these years!” Read more »

Sexy high school reunion led to sexy storytime – let [m]e know i[f] you want more! [meta]

So I’d just walked into my 10th High School reunion party when I saw her. Jenny Jones (not her real name, because her real name is Sarah Smith and she’d probably be annoyed about it being used in a dirty story online), my all-time HS crush. She was an unidentifyable mix of French and Asian and Black and Canadian and Jewish, she stood between 5’0” and 6’1”, with long thick slender legs and impossibly-perky antigravity-enabled tits that my cyborg-vision instantly identified as being perfect natural DD’s. Her flawless skin was pale like moonlight while also sporting a perfectly-smooth tan that definitely came from working outdoors rather than a tanning bed, and her makeup was bold and tastefully understated.

Jenny had been the captain of our schools volleyball team and soccer team and cheer squad and chess club, and had the ass and brains to match. I’d been madly in love with her when we were teens, but back then I was totally invisible to girls like her. We’d kept in loose contact on FB, and I’d come to really respect and admire her for her inspiring work to save orphans while also competing at the national level in woman’s synchronized diving, but it was clear she’d never forgotten her small-town roots, because her dirty pickup truck had a novelty license-plate holder that read “I’VE NEVER FORGOTTEN MY SMALL-TOWN ROOTS” and it was in her profile pic. Read more »

My first Experience

My .. ex? My only man. The man who helped me discover myself. Everything about me… he validated. Call me silly.. but I still feel him to this day. He is like 6’2” and i am 5’8”. Whenever we were together i felt like i was his possession. This boy held me like he loved me or some shit. I actually think he may of had some deep feelings there. I hope. .

This story about our very “first time”. It was so unexpected for me and still makes me get uncontrollably turned on. It was 2008. I was his best friend. We had been friends since elementary school. I was barely in high school when we first started this. He is my age. Both 29 now. Anyways, i was typing on the computer and he cuts the lights out and walks up behind me and says in my ear “its just us here. I have held this back for as long as possible. You can leave if you want, but you know i love you. I dont wanna see you hurt. But im begging… can I please just kiss you? I wanna kiss you. Thats all i can think about”. His breath was warm on my ear. He smelled like everything i wanted. And I turned around in the dim computer lighting and said “when we kiss, im probably gonna get hard. Because i like kissing.” And he said “well i can take care of that also babe”. (Very bold). And i kissed him so hard right then and there. I was in heaven. I felt everything- like heroin pulsing through me. I wanted every piece of him. I was encapsulated by his grip and gentle lips. He nibbled on my neck and pulled my hair back to control me. He wanted to control me. I wanted him to control me. I wanted- him. Read more »

Hard Nipple story [F] 50

My nipples have always been big and hard. I always covered them up until I was late for school one day and went in a T-shirt…no bra. The guys loved it, and I loved the attention.

So I would go out braless as often as possible. In high school one of my teachers tried to ruin my fun.

She called me in her office and told me she was putting tape across my nipples. I think this was because her husband was the teacher of my next class. I lifted my shirt and let her put the tape on.

As soon as I left I ripped it off. I went to my next class and asked Mr M if I could speak to him privately. I told him what his wife did. He didn’t believe me. I pulled down my shirt to show him the red marks. Then I asked him if he liked what he saw and if he’d like to suck on them. He said even though I was 18, I was still a student and it wasn’t appropriate.

He’s the only teacher I went back to see AFTER Graduation…….

Cumming inside [M]y ex’s sister [F], years later…

When I was in my early 20s, I dated a woman named Catalina (or Cat) who was a few years older than me—a completely stunning half-Argentinian woman with small but perky tits and the most amazing ass.

The story of our (IMHO extremely hot) first hookup: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v46u46/fucking_my_coworker_f_raw_while_our_other/

That one time we tried anal: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vicslj/spontaneously_trying_anal_with_my_coworker_f/

Anyway, Cat and I parted ways after a few months of hooking up (during which time we had some of the most amazing sex I’d ever experienced). As intense as the sexual chemistry was, we just didn’t have much else in common. We were both living on the West Coast at the time, but she moved away not long afterwards.

Fast forward a few years, and I’ve just gone through a really awful, painful breakup with a different woman, so I’m swiping through dating apps for literally the first time ever.

One Tinder match looks vaguely familiar, though it takes me a second to place her…

Then I realize with a start (and the beginnings of an erection) that I’d matched with Elena, my old flame Cat’s younger sister. Read more »

Teaching Respect (MMF)

My name is Jan, you don’t get the rest because I do have a life, at least for now. I am a middle aged, somewhat over muscled but still curvy redhead with Jessica Rabbit like curves. Yes, gravity is a thing, and my boobs no longer ignore it, but that just means when they bounce they get even more attention.

I can tell you my mistake. I agreed to meet up in person, in public, so I’m not a total idiot, with a man I had been corresponding with about erotic writing. We have similar kinks, or opposite I guess. I am that proper woman your mother always wanted you to bring home, or at least I was. I was a virgin until university, had one relationship prior to my husband, and that was my total score card. Two men.

I am a happily married professional woman, a wife, mother, teacher, community volunteer, the whole nine yards. I am also secretly very sexually submissive, but forced at home, at work and in volunteer work to always be in the dominant leadership roles. It is required because no one else wants to do the heavy lifting and make the hard calls, so I get things done. Read more »