Tag: Oral

19th Birthday Pool Party [Mf, oral]

I don’t know why I had thought this would be a good idea. Sara had been home after her freshman year in college for a month and wanted to have a pool party for her 19th birthday. I had planned on just going out for the day, but she thought her old friends would enjoying having me around since I used to ferry so many of them around during our group excursions.

Over the past few weeks, some of her friends had already come over to hang out with Sara and I had been a little surprised about how they had transformed in the 8 months or so since they had come to say their goodbyes before starting college. She had a core group of 4 girls who were over a lot, but I had done a good job avoiding them as much as possible. It had been an unseasonably cold start to the summer and I thought continuing this strategy would be relatively easy as I could barely make out their figures in the loose clothes they wore to keep away the chill. Read more »

Taking an old [F]riends virginity one su[M]mer

This takes place exactly a decade ago this month. 18 year old me gets a text from Heather. Heather is a childhood best friend that I grew up with and lived around the corner from. We have a lot of history. None of it sexual until now. We just graduated high school and both turned 18 recently. Our conversation goes something along the lines of “hey. I need to ask a favor. A serious favor.” I’m typing from memory, none of this is direct quotes, just a summary.

Me – everything ok?
Heather – yeah, it’s something personal though and I don’t know how to say it.
Me – I can’t help if I don’t know what the deal is.
Heather – ok, fine. I want you to take my virginity.
Me – are you fucking with me?
Heather – I’m still at work, I’ll come by after I get off.

Now at my house…

Heather – you’re one of my oldest friends. You’ve always had my back and been good to me. I trust you and I know who you are. All of my friends have been talking about sex lately and I’m the only one that hasn’t had sex. I think about it all the time and I want to do it. I want it to be you. So? Read more »

Have You Purchased Your Ticket Yet?

Let’s just call this “Return of Assilingus Man”. I’m here for one thing only, to pilfer your pussy and ass with my mouth and dick. I know you want to jump on board this train. I have a few seats left for you if you’d like to join in? There will be other passengers on this ride with you. You are a specialty to me right now so are the other scantily-alluring vixens. I crave you all. I’m rummaging the canopies of this encampment and traveling from pillow to post unearthing pussies and asses galore. Again, let me make mention of this fact: you are special and a sweet delicacy. The problem is: I’m like a kid in a candy store right now, though. My hands (or should I say my tongue and lips) are immersed in this candy basket. The sounds of endless pussies being decoded and fashioned with my elaborate oral schemes are quite a treat to me right now. I could never let go of this present state. If I could, I’d remain in this fix until our sun goes supernova on our asses. Women rubbing their wet clits while I’m bottoming out in their ass patches is turning me the fuck on. I want to rip my penis from my drawers and insert the hard devil in every single snatch on this ride and allow every last woman to taste their cunt juices off my shaft. Damn, that would be so fucking lovely. Don’t you think so, too? I’d eye you so fucking hard with such passion before I stuck you with my dick, my darling. The others that inhabit this locomotive are mere objects of my lust-filled nature. You, on the other hand, I’m infatuated and awe struck by. I’m in love with you, I must say. But, I’m still a dog. I want to bring every pussy and ass that’s willing to engage in my mouth-on-ass affairs within my fold. I want to stare heavily into their eyes, too, while I’m pillaging the likes of their underbutts. Those wild, crazy eye movements and looks of despair charge my oral skills. Their hip fluctuations and maniacal outbursts continue to fuel my savage upbringing. I can hold back the misogyny not ever, not even for you, my sexy one. I’m a sucker for endless pussies and tits on my eager dick. Read more »

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[FM] [Kink] My Time as a Whore in Japan, Pt. 2: The Panty-Lover

Hi again! First of all, thank you all for all the kind words and feedback on the first chapter of this (hopefully) long memoir. It was my first time writing any serious sexual lit since like.. over a decade ago so that’s been fun. If you haven’t read the first part, this won’t really make much sense, so you can check out the first part [here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qt8xc/fm_my_time_as_a_whore_in_japan_pt_1/)

I’ve been so excited to write again, I was going to wait until the weekend but reading some of your comments and what my story’s done to you and stuff.. well, it made me want to write even sooner! I may even be sneaking off during work to type things up. Oops. Maybe I’m really not as good of a person as I say I am.

Just a heads-up, this one is a little… weird. It’s got a very panty-fetish loving guy and so if you aren’t into that, maybe skip this one!

Anyway! On with part 2!

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AMY Vs. THE STRIPPERS (part 2)

The cop holding the door open for Amy & the two cops, looked down at her groin, did a double-take and said loudly, “Looks like roast beef is on the menu today !”, laughed and left through the door.

Looking down, Amy realized what the cop meant: her thong was still pushed towards the side, leaving her completely shaved pussy exposed to view. She freaked. “WAIT ! STOP ! I have to adjust—”, but the two cops weren’t listening and dragged her forward in spite of her protests. *Christ ! My whole cooch is out and these idiots won’t let me cover it up !*

Pissed off, the dyke cop turned to Amy and said, “If you keep acting out like this, we’re going to tase you !”as she dragged her forward by her right arm, with the male cop dragging her by her right arm.

Paraded past other amused cops and lowlifes, Amy was dragged to the booking desk where the older desk sergeant was watching the game on a portable TV set. The male cop asked, “What’s the score ?” Read more »

I was fondled by dozens of old men at a Korean Spa [TM]

*Message From Aly: I’m back by popular demand! Thank you guys so much for like probably hundreds and hundreds of msgs here and on kik asking me to write more. I love you guys :)

So this one takes place shortly after this story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4jayg6/first_night_at_college_ended_with_two_cocksm_in/

So back when this happened I was totally a virgin about sexual encounters and anything related to men. I had always been sexually repressed after going through so much in high school with transitioning and living in a conservative town. When I finally was able to live the way I always dreamed I’d live, the first few months on my journey were a bit awkward to say the least. I had no idea where to begin to find someone to want to explore with me. Yes, I thought I was good looking enough at 18-19 years old and with my petite body and feminine features thanks to HRT, I really didn’t worry about whether men would want me or not. I was more like afraid of the actual process since I was not pursued at all in high school. In fact, I was bullied like crazy for being a “sissy” or “gay”. Read more »

The Woodworker and the Temp, Part 2 [oral]

A few days had passed in the office since Penny had slipped Steve her number during their first meeting together. Steve wanted to text her but wasn’t sure when he should. Finally, after about a week, he casually text her: “Penny, it’s Steve. Would you like to have coffee with me this Saturday morning?” and locked his phone immediately after so he couldn’t just stare at the screen, awaiting her text back.

It was Thursday afternoon and Saturday seemed like the right amount of time away when considering how long it took him to text back. He felt good about the text, slipped his phone into his back pocket, and continued through out his morning. Around lunch Penny responded. “Can’t wait. Tell me where and I’ll be there.” She seemed eager so he took advantage of the moment and responded, “my house, I make a great cup of coffee.” He didn’t even know her, he worked with her, and he was inviting her over. He momentarily second-guessed himself but then his screen lit up: “Send address and time. XO” and it was on. Read more »

The Woodworker and the Temp, Part 2 [oral]

A few days had passed in the office since Penny had slipped Steve her number during their first meeting together. Steve wanted to text her but wasn’t sure when he should. Finally, after about a week, he casually text her: “Penny, it’s Steve. Would you like to have coffee with me this Saturday morning?” and locked his phone immediately after so he couldn’t just stare at the screen, awaiting her text back.

It was Thursday afternoon and Saturday seemed like the right amount of time away when considering how long it took him to text back. He felt good about the text, slipped his phone into his back pocket, and continued through out his morning. Around lunch Penny responded. “Can’t wait. Tell me where and I’ll be there.” She seemed eager so he took advantage of the moment and responded, “my house, I make a great cup of coffee.” He didn’t even know her, he worked with her, and he was inviting her over. He momentarily second-guessed himself but then his screen lit up: “Send address and time. XO” and it was on. Read more »

[FM] My Time as a Whore in Japan, Pt. 1

Hey! I’m Kate, a long-time lurker and reader. I’ve recently been getting into writing some erotica and I’ve wanted to pen this little series down. It’s kind of an exercise in making my writing better and kind of just reliving a very bizzare, very hot, part of my life.

A little disclaimer – this part of my life happened a couple of years ago. I remember it fairly vividly, but obviously my memory isn’t perfect. I’m going to try to keep this as close to the truth as possible, but obviously there are parts that I’m sort of “filling in” to keep this a cohesive story and not just like “And then this happened, and then this happened.”

A couple years ago, I spent a year going to school in Japan. It’s something I had meant to do for a long time. I’m half Japanese, and I visited my Japanese side’s family in Japan pretty often growing up, so I feel a real closeness there. I went to a Japanese fortification school through high school, and I really wanted to, at some point in my life, live in Japan. I got to do that in my senior year of undergrad when I was approved by my school to essentially attend a university in Japan. Read more »

Coming Home [MF] [Romance]

“Damn, it’s good to be home,” said a restless, but relieved Brian Porter.

The decorated marine, having achieved the rank of Staff Sergeant and served multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, stood in the driveway of the modest suburban townhome he shared with his wife, Wanda. At just a few minutes past midnight, it was more than just a return home after another long tour overseas. It was the end of a journey that began ten years ago.

“Ten years,” Brian mused, “has it really been that long?”

That was a trick question, the kind that would’ve pissed off his old drill sergeant back in boot camp. It really had been that long. He vividly recalled the day he graduated high school and enlisted in the marines less than an hour after receiving his diploma. With his father, grandfather, older brother, and uncle having served, Brian knew back in middle school that he was going to serve as well.

He just had no idea how far it would take him. It started as a three-year commitment. Then, it became five years after he got deployed. Two more years followed, complete with tours, injuries, and multiple missed holidays. Somehow, within that span, he managed to meet his future wife at a Marine Corp Ball of all places. They’d married three years ago, but had to cut their honeymoon short due to another deployment. Read more »