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The Time I [F]ucked [M]y Girlfriend’s Sister Raw While She Was High

So this happened about a year ago around Christmas time. I was running into a dry spell with my then girlfriend of two years. She was living with me while her siblings lived a few doors away. First off, I love my girlfriend dearly and she soon after heard about the event and had decided to forgive me since she had too had relations with another man.

Anyway, my girlfriend’s sister had always been close to both of us. She would frequent my house and get high with me in my bedroom. She would even spend time there when her sister was out working or running errands. My girl didn’t seem to mind, and I didn’t mind having a beautiful petite teen in my room. Before we go any further, I would like to say that I’ve always had a crush on my girl’s sister. She had just turned 18 by time I got with my girlfriend and I had just turned 21. She is a cute teen with nice B cup breasts that were perky and pokey. She had a beautiful round ass that could only be obtained by a teenager and would surely not follow her into her twenties. It was an ass that was just at the ripe age of maturity that made my mind go wild she had long dark hair that was slightly curly and had the most intoxicating smile and gaze. She had a face that could make a man climax just by her expressions. Needless to say, I was usually turned on when she was around. And I think she knew it, and liked it. Read more »

A flight attendant assists in objectifying a busty woman on her flight.

This is a little scene for your amusement. It’s about objectification, freeuse, big tits and masturbation. Feel free to chat with me about similar scenarios or the one below.

I’m 18+ and looking for chat partners 18+ only. All characters are 18+

I don’t RP.

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It was two hours after dinner and the passengers were either watching a movie or sleeping. The light was dimmed down and the flight attendants were making their last round to see if anyone needed something. And indeed one of the call signs went of and Lucy, one of the light attendants walked over to the middle aged man, who had pushed the button. Read more »

I [F] masturbated and had an orgasm for the first time by humping a pillow and using my fingers!!

This is a long one/written on mobile so I’m very very sorry if the formatting is poor!!

I’m a 20 year old university law student in Australia, 5’5 with dark blonde hair and pretty fit from lots of exercise and playing volleyball ☺️ I consider myself pretty straight, and I’m still a virgin (haven’t been comfortable with a guy yet to change that, but I’m okay with waiting!!)

I’ve never been able to cum with my fingers, and only had my first orgasm with a shower head when I was around 18/19. Since then I’ve always used a vibrator to get myself off, using it on my clit and making myself cum and feel so in tune with my body. Being a virgin, it feels so incredibly important to know my body and what works for me, so this was definitely a night that I’ll remember forever ?

For the past two weeks I have been in my hometown for my universities mid-semester break, my vibrator accidentally left four states and a plane ride away in my dorm and no way I could order a new one online/go out and get one (for a lot of different reasons). Read more »

Maria gets a reading lesson. Blind date takes on a whole new meaning for an innocent teen

The day started pretty much like any other Saturday. I was off on my usual week-end treasure hunting expedition. I packed my metal detector in the car together with my maps and a packed lunch, kissed my wife goodbye and headed out of town. Earlier that week I had found an area of land on an old map that looked to be a promising new hunting ground. It was the site of an old settlement that was very close to a disused gold mine. Now I was on my way to visit Mr Rogers the landowner, to ask permission to begin hunting on his land.

Mr Rogers was a veterinary surgeon, and he lived in a large, rambling farmhouse covered in clinging ivy. I pulled into the driveway, parked up and rang the bell. After a few moments the door opened and I was surprised to see in front of me a beautiful young woman aged about 19. She had long blonde hair, full lips and the most amazing sky blue eyes. She was dressed in a long, Victorian style light cotton nightdress which, because of the nature of the fabric and the sunlit window behind her, was virtually transparent. I could plainly see her full breasts, large nipples and the shadowy dark triangle between her thighs. Of all the things that could of greeted me when the door opened this was by far the most unexpected. She was absolutely stunning. Read more »

The Best Job Ever: part 9 (Finally!) [MF]

For anyone wanting to catch the previous parts, or even figure out wtf this is all about after 5 years, here is [Part 1](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1soydw/the_best_job_ever_mf) and [Part 2](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1ss329/the_best_job_ever_part_2_mf) and [Part 3](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1sxa7l/the_best_job_ever_part_3_mf) and [Part 4]
(http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1t2f66/the_best_job_ever_part_4_mf) and [Part 5]
(http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1t85ge/the_best_job_ever_part_5_mf) and [Part 6]
(http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1tb3yn/the_best_job_ever_mf_part_6) and [Part 7]
(http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1u8rni/the_best_job_ever_part_7_mf) and [Part 8]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1y46w6/the_best_job_ever_part_8_mf_mff)

Well holy shit, 5 years. I never expected for it to take 5 years for me to actually get this written. Anyone who saw these previously will know that I believe in complete transparency. So, where the fuck have I been for the last 5 years, and why the hell am I only finishing this off now? Read more »

A bank heist turns out a bit diffrent.

This is a little scene for your amusement. It’s about, very large breasts, objectification, freeuse and masturbation. Feel free to chat with me about similar scenarios or the one below.

I’m 18+ and looking for chat partners 18+ only. All characters are 18+

I don’t RP.

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At was about 4:00 PM and the bank was bustling with life. People were standing in long lines in front of the several counters, waiting for their turn. Some were speaking on the phone, some were sitting around checking papers and documents they brought to the bank or had just retrieved from a clerk. A janitor was wiping down the golden banisters of the pompous staircase that led to the management floor. It was a typical 19th century bank building with high ceilings, classic pillars and painted portraits of bearded men in frock coats and top hats. The clients waiting and walking around, didn’t match with the classicist splendor, with their sneakers, mobile phones and sunglasses. Read more »

Lingerie & Champagne (MF)

We have arranged a “date.” Arriving a few minutes late, with flowers and a chilled

bottle of Champagne – light, crisp dry, and delicious. You open the door a crack,

peek out, and then open the door wider. I nearly drop the Champagne. I know my

jaw dropped! You are clad in red from head to toe — well, at least what’s there is

red. Camisole, tap pants, stockings, and a sheer, nearly floor-length red negligée —

open down the front.

I am about to say something, when you beat me to it, welcoming me and inviting me

inside . . . Handing you the flowers, I reach into the pocket of my sports coat and pull

out the accompaniment for the Champagne: osetra caviar and little toasts

(crackers). Seeing the smile on your face ignites fireworks in my heart, and you take

the caviar from me and head into the kitchen for some plates. Meanwhile, I open the

Champagne with a soft “kiss” of the cork, and pour us each a glass . . .

We sit on your living room sofa – me feeling conspicuously overdressed – savoring Read more »

The Camgirl Part XXIV: Dreaming of Dick [Fsolo] [Implied MF] [Implied MFF] [Anal] [Exh] [Mast]

**XXIV Blake**

Blake shut the door on Marie with fifteen minutes to spare until her show started. Turning around and leaning against the door, Blake found herself sliding down it to huddle on the floor, shoulders sagging in relief as she sighed.

Once again, Liam had to be annoyingly wonderful, texting Marie with a request to go downtown and get some lunch and walk around the shops. Blake had jumped at the chance to help Marie get ready for date, as too many possibilities of what Marie might do with nothing to distract her once Blake began her show had floated through her head. Marie could have gone on her own computer and watched Blake’s show, could have asked Blake to watch like she did that one time that seemed years in the past. Blake had even imagined Marie asking to join in. She knew that one was ridiculous, yet with what had happened the night before, her mind wouldn’t let it go completely, and she felt shitty for thinking that of her friend. Read more »

[F]ollow up to Fucking the Best [M]an at My Daughter’s Wedding

**This is a follow up to my previous post** [[F]ucking the Best [M]an at My Daughter’s Wedding](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d09ox2/fucking_the_best_man_at_my_daughters_wedding/)**, since there was enough polite interest. It carries from where things left off – I recommend reading it before going on to this one because I don’t want to repeat things again (sorry!) – but be warned that it’s not the steamy romp that my previous confessional was, though there was certain antics to be had on my part. Also, sorry about the lack of originality for the title, and the more factual tone of this piece, I’ve been a bit brain drained from work over the week. Also, longish ramble ahead.**

It didn’t take too long after Paul came for me to pass into exhausted sleep and I believe it was the same on his part. Little surprise, when I woke up nearly 3 hours later, I still felt crushed from lack of sleep as well as being worn out from the sex, but there was little choice since it just over an hour to 10 and my friends, who had been kind enough to volunteer with the after-wedding cleanup, were due to arrive. Paul also woke up as soon as I started moving and I sent him off to shower in anticipation of shooing him off before anyone arrived. Once he came out, I decided to have a talk with him about how things were going to be between us – usually I make these things clear beforehand, but everything Paul had been very spur-of-the-moment. I’m sure he was expecting something different, to judge from his slow response, but since my divorce I haven’t really been in the mood to have an invested relationship. I felt a little bad. Read more »