Have my Daughter, Pt. 2 [Mf] [piss] [mast] [creampie] [anal]

I walked into my apartment having just spent the last hour fucking Abby’s 19 year old daughter—at Abby’s request. Hannah was a tight, young impressionable kid and her mother was worried about her ending up in the wrong hands trying to explore and get her needs met.

Abby wanted a gentleman to ease Hannah into the world of sex, so rumors didn’t spread, so Hannah didn’t become a victim of her own desires, etc. I always had a crush on Abby, so I was happy to oblige her mother’s needs.

What I didn’t expect is that Abby would stand in the doorway and watch, through a crack, as I pumped her 19 year old kid full of cum, fucking her cunt, her throat, and even her asshole. Furthermore, I hadn’t expected Abby to be so turned on that she threw herself at me, wanting a taste of what Hannah had just experienced.

I took a nice hot shower and cleansed the smell of a horny 19 year old and 40-something mother from myself, plopped on the sofa and drank a beer.

My phone buzzed. It was Abby.

Have my Daughter, Pt. 1 [Mf][F] [oral] [anal] [mast] [voy] [facial] [creampie]

My name is Todd. And I’ve had a crush on Abby for about three years. She goes to my gym. We’ve gotten coffee a few times. Even went out for dinner recently. She’s a nice woman – about 10 years older than me, putting her around early 40s. But you wouldn’t know it from looking at her petit body. She’s got a cute little ass and is almost flat chested, but she stuns in every way possible. Long brown hair. Cute round face.

After our dinner date, I pulled up in front of her house and thought I’d go in for the kiss. She stopped me right there.

“Oh, honey,” she said. “I really like you but I’m way too old for you.”

I tried to convince her age didn’t matter, but she disagreed and promised me nothing would ever happen between us. She just couldn’t see herself being a cougar.

I told her I understood, even though I didn’t.

“Anyway, I have a better idea,” Abby said.

“Oh?”

How Robin Williams got me laid [MF]

So, while I have some down time before heading back home for the holidays and pressing my luck, I thought i’d share one of the memories I had mentioned in my first post, acting out an old Robin Williams joke on a few unsuspecting Jehovah’s Witnesses. It’s from his 2003 special, I managed to find it on youtube [here](https://youtu.be/z8_eCl5y2EA?t=3407), but I recommend watching the entire thing, the man was truly a comedy god

At the behest of those involved, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the readers, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred (or as best as I can remember).

An inappropriate relationship with my step-dad…pt 3 [FM]

*This is part of a series of stories that have to do with a very inappropriate relationship I had with my step-dad during the summer between my Sophomore and Junior year in college. You can read part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hvg2c/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_1/) and part two [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7i8ran/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_2/). To be clear, I’m not into incest, I don’t have daddy issues, and I don’t call anyone daddy (not even my dad!). It’s something I hadn’t thought about in a long time but a recent conversation brought it back to light and just seemed like it was interesting enough to share here.*

Things definitely changed a bit after that night. For starters, I would hear my mom and Paul go at it almost nightly which hadn’t been the case before. Paul also got a little more brave and when I would catch him stealing glances at me, he wouldn’t turn away. He would just give me a knowing smile which, to be honest, I liked. Whenever Paul and I would end up alone in a room, I would casually circle my finger over my nipple and harden it, making it poke through my top. Or I would swing my legs open, not to show anything since I mostly wore shorts, but just to let his imagination run a little wild.

Public showers…[f][masturbation]

this story is a bit different, and it has a bit of a story, so get ready for some background.

it was after one of my workouts, having a nice mood watching some of the other guys sweat and flex, and thinking how they should be flexing pushing hard into me, it gives quite a motivation to move your ass and hope they are eyeing it… this story is not about them though, this starts after said workout, with me relaxing in the shared sauna feeling that sweet tingling as i sit there to relax, denying myself to play both as its risky, and because i promised to myself to not cum untill i get home…then HE came into the room too.

A very tall masculine man who could hold me in each of his arms alone, one of those guys you see in TV, and his package…decent length but its size is as bulky as the rest of him, i’d be lying if i said i wasent suprised and smiling a bit at the sight, and my pussy probably added more steam to the sauna, cupcake flavored steam…

[FMM] Latino tag-team at the office

There are a few layers of backstory to this. So bear with me, if you don’t mind.

First, let me preface with this: I’m attracted to all kinds of guys. White, black, brown guys, Asian guys, European guys, Middle Eastern guys–whatever. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses; as long as they’re hung, I’ll let them enter.

So in that sense, it seems a bit misleading to say I prefer one over the other. …But, that being said, I definitely have a thing for Latino guys.

For me, it’s not a weird “BBC fucks innocent white woman” thing; they just tend to have a combination of physical traits that I like. There’s something about tan skin, dark hair, and dark eyes that gives me that *gut punch* feeling; that lizard-brain-motivated “I need that man to knock me up” feeling. Pair that with a defined nose, nice lips, angled eyebrows, or maybe even little beauty marks here and there–I’m *done*.

And if you’ll allow me to indulge a little bit: a tan cock, especially one that’s darker than the rest of the body, with a pinkish head, maybe a little bit of foreskin, maybe another little beauty mark or two: that’s perfection as far as I’m concerned.

Weekend Trip with an Old Friend [MF] [cum] [anal] [oral] [mast] [creampie] [squirt] [facefuck] [pee]

Jenna and Phil had known each other since childhood. The sexual tension was INSANE, but other than one time when they made out in 9th grade, they never touched each other. Perhaps because they were too scared of the powerful attraction they shared.

But we all know how life is and things happen. Relationships change. Life interrupts. Next thing we know, we’re finishing college, looking for a job, moving, dating, settling down, getting married, etc. etc.

Predictably, these life altering events happened to Jenna. As a result, her friendship with Phil faded and faded until they barely spoke until Jenna’s husband asked for a divorce. She was stunned. The news came out of nowhere. She called up her girlfriends, but they weren’t as supportive as she’d wanted.

Then, it occurred to her. She needed Phil. She needed her old friend. She dug up his number and gave him a call. They spoke for hours. Phil had also gone through a rough breakup recently and the two friends found themselves picking up just where they left off.

“Let’s go away this weekend,” he said. “We can rent a house on AirBNB or something.”

Sex with Teacher in Cuba

When I was a senior in high school, a trip to Cuba was arranged for everyone in AP History – about 60 students in all. I didn’t overly care about Cuba, but I appreciated the chance to get away to a hot climate and to have a break from school and my family. Most importantly, my favorite teacher — the one I had a crush on, lusted after, and frequently masturbated to, Ms. Gordon — was going to be there. We actually had a great rapport in class, and I looked forward to the prospect of bantering with her as we toured and dined in a hot foreign country where, I hoped, she might wear some clothes that showed off her large breasts.

Deep down, as much as I joked with my friends about how hot she was, this was just a fantasy. I had a loving girlfriend, Rebecca, that I was committed to. Besides, I was only 18 – I wouldn’t know what to do with a grown woman if I had her. Ms. Gordon I knew had just turned 40, and had dark hair, very full breasts, and a slightly curvy figure without being at all fat. She was authoritative, but if she liked you and you didn’t give her problems you’d find out that she was really cool and had a sharp sense of humor. History was my last class of the day, and I’d often hang around and chat with her about TV shows or whatever else. She was the first adult I ever met that I could relate to.

[F][Masturbation][Anal] Young me discovering anal masturbation

Heyy everyone! <3

This story is about me. I was a younger girl in high school at the time. I was just getting around the age where I was sexually piqued. As my body developed, so did my interests in the sexual sphere of life. I spoke to friends of mine who would describe their sexual experiences. It wasn’t that I was desperate to relate. I was desperate to find out more.

A bit less than a week before this story happens, I began masturbating. This came after many fantasies about both boys and girls, and the sexual acts known to me at the time. Primarily, I was a more submissive role in these fantasies. The boy/girl performing the act would often be pleasuring me for many, many minutes on end. Unfortunately, it took me quite some time to discover that I could enhance this experience via masturbation.

I looked up some wikiHow-style articles on the subject. I watched girls talk about it on YouTube, I read articles and even looked at a couple pictures (insane for me a few years ago). I’ll write about my first vaginal masturbation at a later time. For now, I’d like to start with this story, because it was a whole different level. It was a much different experience.

Three licks [MF]

“I was perpetually hard in biology class,” Connor said. “I guess I just love science.”

My fianceé Danielle returned from the bar carrying two dark brews. She slid into our circular booth and handed me one. “I only heard the end of that anecdote,” she said, smiling at Connor. “It sounds like a good one.”

“Connor and I are trading embarassing stories from middle school,” I interjected. “…For some reason, I’d always get a boner when it was time to get off the school bus.”

The conversation made Isabelle, Danielle’s best friend, start blushing. Connor was her new boyfriend, and I guessed it was their first time talking about sex. “Anyone want to share an appetizer?” she asked, blatantly changing the subject.

Isabelle and Danielle are physically similar. They’re in their mid-20s with fair skin and blue eyes. If there’s a genetic lottery for boobs, they both won the Mega Millions. But their personalities are a world apart. While Danielle is bold and adventurous, Isabelle is softspoken and conservative.

To diffuse the tension, I told Isabelle, “Yeah, let’s check out Happy Hour specials.”