Tying the strings on my bikini, I adjust the top to cover as much of my 32DD natural breasts as possible….which is a tall order for the tiny triangle pieces of fabric. I’d never wear a bikini if my boys and their friends were here. At just under 5’5”, I’m a mighty force in a tiny package. Thick, silky brunette hair, ending just above my waist…a high, tight ass and shapely legs maintained by regular yoga and daily squats, big brown eyes, full lips, a warm pretty smile and a velvety smooth and soft kitty all contribute to the physical package…but it’s my personality and attitude that draw people to me more than my looks. I’m aware of the male attention I continuously get but I could care less. Pulling my hair up into a messy bun, I grab my towel, magazine and ice water as I head out to the pool. It’s a gorgeous, sunny day in July. I’ve somehow finagled a long weekend home by myself. My teenage boys are away camping for a few days. I packed their cooler full of food and their favorites so I know they won’t starve or live off ramen the entire time….and even if they do, it not gonna kill ‘em!
Tag: Oral
Shay- Taco Tuesday [FF , oral , quickie , public]
Unbuckling my black ripped jeans, of course my foot gets caught in the hole. I’m in such a rush trying to take them off, I’m tripping over my own two feet. I hear her breathing equally as heavy as I. I look up to see the most beautiful shade of melanin I’ve seen in my life. Skin the color of dark chocolate, I imagine her dripping from my lips. Glistening without body oil, she’s nothing short of a goddamn goddess. The slight curve of her hips and waist followed by thick runners thighs and legs. God. Her legs. ..
She snaps at me to catch my attention.
“Helloooo, are you home, we don’t have time for you to be slobbing out the mouth right now” she asks laughing while taking off her last piece of clothing.
Shay.
She was goofier than anyone I’d ever met, our encounters full of nothing but laughs. There was never a moment I felt uncomfortable and if she thought I did, we laughed. But.. she was right. We’d just snuck into a stall together after ditching our friends at the restaurant table. This was a reoccurring theme of ours. See, we knew we were more than friends, but to the outside world, we’d only just met. Shay was quite known, and had just gotten out of a relationship. I, quite known as well, and although circumstances were different, you could call us and our situations at the time infamous for similar reasons. So to avoid any more drama than needed, we kept everything lowkey. Why did anyone need to know she was nose deep in my pussy anyway? I roll my eyes, not realizing I’ve misplaced my thoughts, but she has.
We giggle and slightly cover our mouths as we hear someone enter the bathroom stall directly next to us.
We’re at a local taco bar with a group of mutual friends. Everyone is slightly beyond buzzed and we managed to slip away for a quick “release”. As I finish pulling my panties down, Shay licks her lips. Shay was so hard to understand but so fun to be around. Whenever we had our encounters, she catered to me. Shay was a touch me not; she had some pretty rough experiences that traumatized her, and I respected her space. But when it came to giving, THAT was her strong suit. Always in the moment, she was bold with every decision she made. The stares or comments never bothered her.
Grabbing my face, she forced her mouth onto mine. She tasted of her last margarita. I giggle into her mouth as she slides her tongue in. Sucking on her tongue, I pull back and look into her eyes. Letting out a deep sigh, she knows what I’m about to say. See, Shay didn’t even like being touched during kissing.
“It’d just be nice to have somewhere to put my hands” I complain.
Laughing she replies “Yeah. Me too”
I don’t even realize I’ve got a death grip on her wrists down by my hips. Letting go, I feel like the moment is no longer here.
Shay, taking note of my energy change, rubs a hand through my curls. Picking my head up, she kisses my forehead.
Leading her to the corner of the restroom, I put a paper towel down and sit up on the sink. Spreading my legs wide, I welcome her to my humble abode.
Shay licks her plump lips and eyes me for half a second before pushing her face right up in between my thighs. Her tongue diving deep, I feel her exploring every inch of my insides. Melting, I ride this wave.
Rotating my hips, I accept every bit of her curiosity and well formed expertise. Letting out a long moan, I remember someone else is still in the bathroom with us only after they cough as reminder.
Fuck them.
I moan louder.
Shay looks up at me, grinning like a kid in a candy store. I’ve turned her on and given her the green light to have fun.
Sticking two fingers into me, she makes herself comfortable. With her thumb on my clit, she begins to slowly pump in and out with her fingers. I’m already gushing from pure excitement. I lean back against the wall and mirror, forgetting where I am, but also still tipsy and needing help holding my body up. The mirror is now beating against the wall as I’m rocking along with her pushing every button in my womb.
The bathroom door opens and closes. We’re alone.
With my hand against the mirror, Shay starts to lick down from my neck to each of my nipples. I scoot closer into her chest, allowing her to delve deeper into the ocean she’s created. Speeding up, I lose all sense of time.
My body is starting to shake and convulse, I grip onto her back for leverage.
“Faster” I moan into the air
She speeds up.
My juices splashing everywhere, there’s moisture on her breasts.
I bite my lip and close my eyes.
The bathroom door opens and there’s the sound of keys jingling and a walkie talkie.
Time stops.
I open my eyes.
There’s a pound on the door and an upset manager speaking on customer complaints.
Shay looks at me with her wide grin and licks her lips.
She gives one last blow on my clit and it sends me overboard.
“SHAAAAYUUHHH” I loudly moan, now unable to hold back.
The manager threatens to unlock the door and come in just as I cum in Shays mouth. She slides on her shirt without even wiping her mouth. Cum still falling from her lips, she unlocks the door and winks at the manager who in turn, disgustingly scoffs and walks out to let us regather ourselves.
Announcing our departure, we damn near yodel our way out of the bathroom. We’re laughing so hard, there’s tears falling from my eyes.
Still flushed and dazed we gather our friends and make our grand exit.
“What’s going on with this place? We just got kicked out for the third time this month and don’t even know why!” One of our friends exclaims, sounding offended with the restaurant.
Shay and I exchange a casual eye of knowing, but just shrug our shoulders.
“Maybe we should try another spot” I suggest, glancing back over at her with a slick bite of my lips.
“Maybe, we should” She says, licking hers.
The Sexy MILF Next-Door Part 3: The Birthday Surprises Continue [mFF, oral, anal]
If you would have told me a week ago that the MILF I’ve been fantasizing about for years would have brought me to a hotel balcony in Vegas and let me cover her with my cum, I would have thought you were absolutely insane. But here we were, my dick still semi-hard and my load dripping down Bev’s tits. We walked back into the hotel room, where I promptly collapsed onto the bed, trying to gather my thoughts. Wearing only her heels and my cum, Bev walked over too me, leaned forward, and gave me a passionate kiss, slowly teasing the tip of my cock with her fingers as as she did so.
“We need to clean up a bit before we continue on with our night,” she said as she pulled back from my lips. With that, she took a drip of my cum onto her finger and licked it as if it were ice cream. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the bed. Turning around, she led me across the hotel suite to the bathroom, turned on the light, and brought me to the shower. Before opening the glass shower door, she gently pushed me up against it, cupping my balls in her hand and once again, kissing me before moving her kisses to my neck and chest. After she released, I opened up the door and started the shower, making sure the water was warm before stepping in.
Enticed Pt. 3
This is the third part of the story of my encounters in the 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. These are getting a little longer each time as I’m enjoying reliving these adventures. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s hetero toy.
Over the first six months I’d been working for the newspaper my older friend Blaise and I had been spending more and more time together.
Of course, we kept it more or less professional at work, as much as any other friends did. What the others at work didn’t know was that for the last couple months I was his private exotic dancer — sort of; I didn’t really dance — that let him jack me off two or three times each month.
It wasn’t a bad arrangement. I wasn’t so lonely; I was getting some sexual contact — though not what I was used to; and I had some extra cash each month. And, Blaise always seemed to love our time together. But, I guess I was starting to feel a little guilty taking his money when I was the one getting the happy ending.
Taking home a slut from the bar [M/F, oral, multiple orgasms, unwanted creampie]
Making out at the bar made you wet. Very wet. You can feel your slick juices coating the string of beads on your thong as it rubs you between your labia. My hand slides up your inner thigh under the table and you let me feel for myself. You’re much kinkier than you let on, I wasn’t expecting you to have on something so playful. We’re both dying to get out of here, as obviously as my cock is trying to burst out of my pants. We stop kissing and you nod at me, all the signal I need to stop playing between your legs and lead you to the door.
I drive us to my place, enjoying the handjob you give me on the way. I pull into the driveway and we start making out in the dark car. You keep jerking me off until I can’t stand it anymore. I help you between the seats into the backseat and follow you, sitting you up against the passenger side door so that I can spread your legs and lift your dress. It’s hard to make out anything in the darkness, but I use my lips to feel around your thighs until you moan as they find your sweet pussy. I kiss your wet labia, running my tongue across the beads. You run your fingers through my hair as I eat you out, rocking your hips as I suck and gently bite on you.
Part 2 – I [F] play a game of ‘Spin the Sex Wheel’ with Brad and 2 girls [MF] [MFFF]
Hi there! This is Part 2 of the ‘Spin the Sex Wheel’ game which Stacey, Alessandra and I agreed to play for Brad, to determine which one of us would be lucky enough to go on holiday with him. Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k26ony/i_f_played_a_game_of_spin_the_sex_wheel_with_my/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) – I continue right where I left off. Hope you enjoy!
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Brad lay back on the couch and stared straight at me as he showed where the dial had landed on the Sex Wheel.
“So Cassie, are you ready for your Challenge? I think perhaps Stacey can help you out… I’ll reward 2 points to whoever pleases me the most”. There was that cocky grin from Brad again.
I raised an eyebrow at the mention of Stacey, and glanced at the [Sex Wheel](http://imgur.com/a/kCPivtE)
My heart practically beat out of my chest – there, in bold letters displayed the Challenge: **Double Blowjob**.
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Stacey raised her arms in glee and gave a cute little hop, letting her luscious tits bounce and jiggle in the air. “Yay, I’m up to join the Challenge. Thank you Brad!”, she squealed in delight.
[MF] The time my ex made me nut in my pants in her dorm room…roommate was on her computer
Back when I was in my early 20s I was in a long distance relationship with a girl, she was only about two hours away so on my days off from work I’d go visit for the day then come back home.
Just about every time we got together it was pretty usual routine, hang out for a bit, make out, sex or at least oral, then food somewhere and then cuddles and TV in her dorm room until I had to head back.
This time wasn’t much different, her roommate was gone so we started making out and getting pretty heavy. My ex, which i’ll call her “J” for the purpose of the story, was thick and a little chubby, curly black hair, blue eyes, and huge boobs (46 DD from what I remember, also yes they were quite fun to play with ;) ) We knew we couldn’t do a whole lot because her roommate could back soon which just made it that much more exciting but she was always willing to please. My jeans were undone and shes’s rubbing and stroking my cock, then all of the sudden key hits the lock and we start panicking. Luckily it was winter time so we just threw a blanket over us to kinda hide what was going on underneath.
[M]y [F]ormative years with a divorced MILF.
I received nice feedback in DMs on my first post — asking to share more. I’ve been thinking about my youth and how atypical my formative years were with regard to relationships and sex.
For most of my youth, my Mom taught dance at our home. I thought nothing of these women in our den dancing in front of wall mirrors. Yet, to say I never noticed would’ve been a lie. However, I never had any true interest. The biggest deterrent was death by both guilt and possible bodily harm from my Mom. Secondly, I had attractive girlfriends and female friends in and out of my house. It just was not really on my radar.
One Saturday, some of Mom’s students had stayed after class to hang and swim/tan. I worked late weekend nights as a DJ or roadie (story for another time). I got up late but I was asked to clean the pool as a couple of students were going to swim.
[M] [Group] The first time I was used as a toy at a BSDM party
I’ve been having a rocky few months and instead of wallowing in sadness I thought I would share the craziest stories of my sex life. I don’t know if anyone would be interested but here it goes.
This happened about 2 years ago so I was 30 at the time and my mistress was 39. So I am a submissive masochist and are in a collared relationship with a great mistress. We were at at bdsm club party with a stripper theme. It was a lot of fun…a whole house of really attractive people in various stages of undress, while I’m with my beautiful mistress in her amazing corset.
We talked and mingled, watched people strip, used the Jacob’s cross and flogging equipment, got suspended in an amazing shibari tie. All so much fun and driving me insanely with desire for my mistress.
Well, this party, in addition to being a stripper party it was also a birthday party. When my mistress turned and asks me for the present, I pat my jacket down and my heart dropped…I’d left the gift at home. My mistress’ face initially angry, suddenly flashed with a mischievous grin…I knew I was in for quite a time.
My [M][19] best friend [F][19] taught me how to make a girl cum, when she came to sleepover at my house. (PART 2)
****PART 1 is on this sub, find it in my profile****
**Living in the present:**
I would’ve never expected this day at the beach to turn into, what then became, my first sexual experience. By the time she turned me down, my mind was set on forgetting her as a potential romantic partner. During these past months, the passage of time was not on my side and I still felt a huge affection towards her, despite believing my chances to be null. But *au contraire!* As it turns out, we’d been crushing on each other for most of our platonic relationship. They say you miss every shot you don’t take, so after I took my first shot and missed, she found the courage within herself to give it a try, and, with no predictable expectation in her mind, she opened herself to me and confessed her true feelings.