I Want to Ruin You [F/M][20s-30s][Oral][Anal][Talks of Orgasm][Ramblings]

I want to ruin you.

Just completely wreck you for any other woman. I want to be the best whore you’ve ever had and will ever had. I want you to only ever think of my tight cunt regardless of who you are fucking. To constantly be comparing fucking me to everyone else. I want you to find that no one else will ever compare. That my pussy was the best and will always be the best at milking your cock, at bringing you to orgasm.

I want it to be the only thing you ever think of. For you to constantly wake up hard, maybe even dream about cumming deep inside of me, only to realize nothing else will ever compare to the real thing. That the person sleeping beside you will never compare. I want you to wake up painfully erect and realize that the person sleeping next to you will only give you a semblance of an orgasm compared to what I have given you.

I want you to think about me when you fuck anyone else’s ass, to remember how I begged you to fuck mine. How much I want you, no, need you to cum in my ass. To use it when and how you please.

Dinner night. [F36-42][M23] [drugs] [cnc] [oral] [dom] [oc] [fiction]

*This is my first story written and submitted. I have had a story line in mind for a long time and decided to put pen to paper. There will be multiple parts including some flashbacks, this specific piece is a bit more mellow on the tones but cnc type content will become more of a focus down the line. Any constructive criticism is welcome as I’m new to this. Any issues with tags or content please let me know and I will fix them. Hope you all enjoy.*

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*”You have barely touched your food”* That voice took me out of the daze I was currently in, looking around briefly before my eyes fell on hers. She had a piercing stare. I looked down at my hand and saw hers cupping it. *”He will come around”* I turned to the new voice across the table from me. A tall dark haired man sat chuckling as he took another bite of steak. I turned back to the woman. *”Sorry I must have spaced out”* she gave my hand a few pats before pulling away tending back to her own plate. *”It’s not a rush love, take your time”* A chill shot through my body at those words and I found it hard to sit still. The man across from me was her husband and he couldn’t be wearing a wider grin.

Fucking Thor – A Halloween Costumed Cocking [FM]

Halloween. The glorious time of year when suddenly having a dressing up box is considered a boon and not a childish cry for help. The time when perceived wisdom has every female using the thinly veiled excuse to dress up as outrageously slutty as they can conceive, while guys make as minimal effort as possible to wear something that can barely be described as ‘dressing up’.

Thankfully though, the type of people I’ve tried to spend my life surrounded by don’t slip into the cliche of this perceived wisdom. Which isn’t to say myself and certain female friends don’t take the opportunity to make the most of exciting costume opportunities, but rather that we tend to mix with guys who actually do make an effort.

I realise this is two paragraphs of entirely non-arousing preamble, but fear not, it’ll eventually become clear. The tl;dr version of the above it that myself and friends are varying degrees of geeky at heart, and like our costumes to be accurate as well as arousing, and vastly prefer the type of guy who’s actually produced a costume of some merit, than worn a nice shirt and calls himself a cowboy.

[F4F/M] Hooking up with The Neighbors [F36] [F34] [M40] [oral] [orgasms] Part 3

We find Mark sitting on the couch, as though he knows he’s about to get a little show. We saunter in holding hands and start moving our bodies to the music; swaying back and forth, rubbing up against each other. Our dancing is having an effect on your husband and I see him getting hard through his shorts. “You can kiss him” you tell me encouragingly and I look over to your husband to see him nod and smile. I dance my way over to where he’s seated and move my hips in little circles while grabbing and squeezing my breasts. I reach my hands down to his lap and lean in, my lips parting slightly as I kiss your husband while you watch. His lips are full and his breath is hot and his kiss is full of passion. I think of you standing by… watching me kneeling on your husbands lap, kissing him passionately… and wonder if it’s turning you on. I feel you slide up behind me and know that you’re finding this just as hot as I am. Your hands begin roaming across my stomach and up over my breasts before you join me on your husband’s lap, each of us straddling one of his legs. We take turns kissing him and stroking his bare chest then kiss each other again. I’m grinding against his leg, so turned on that I feel myself soaking through this beautiful g-string and onto his leg and my hands reach down wanting to free his hard cock from his shorts. “Is this ok?” I ask you and you nod as you slide off his lap and sit on the couch next to him. I pull his shorts to the ground and am surprised by how big and how hard he is. HIs cock is beautiful and I immediately reach out to stroke him with both hands. I look up and see that you’ve pulled your lace thong to the side and your fingers are running up and down your slit while you watch me stroke your husband.

Flambeaux Island [M43F30M31][Oral]

The cream erupting out of me is overflowing onto the bed. This night is one for the books. This entire experience will be a memory forever etched in my brain. I’m shivering but not from cold air. My body is convulsing. The tremors are constant yet there’s still a line of cocks waiting to penetrate me. I have to compose myself. They won’t numb me with ice yet. They know I can take more. This is what I signed up for. It’s my last night at this island of pleasure. I’m paying my dues…….

“Hmmmm. Do I agree to blood testing twice a day? Do I understand the penalties for disclosure? Do I approve of any necessary medical treatment to be done on site if necessary? Do I agree to use my body as payment?”

I checked the yes box for every question. There was 150 of them. I was so excited I didn’t read half of the questions. I just checked yes. I submitted my answers and packed my bags. 24 hours later I was on a plane to Flambeaux Island.

Day 1

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The Wrong Door 2 – 422 [FF MF MF – all mid 20s][sex oral]

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sypvit/the_wrong_door_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sypvit/the_wrong_door_mf/)

“See Luce,” Bonnie said “I told you all you needed was a good hard fuck.”Whether in post-coital glow, or sheer embarrassment at being caught, Lucy (Bonnie’s friend) and I burst out into uncontrollable giggles, and she rolled off my slowly softening cock.“Oh stop that you two.” Bonnie said moving from the door frame towards us “You might be very happy with yourselves, but I’m horny as fuck right now from watching you.”As she approached my bed, Bonnie slid her pants to the floor, showing off her cleanly shaved and very aroused pussy.“422?” Lucy asked, her voice everything you’d expect from a sex goddessBonnie grinned “Chris, go get Trevor and tell him ‘422’ while I clean up our girl here ready for round 2” and she knelt between Lucy’s spread legs.aI lay there gobsmacked as Bonnie started to lick Lucy’s pussy, Lucy letting out little moans of pleasure.Bonnie came up for air “I meant now, Go!”I hopped off the bed and ran for the door, but couldn’t help turning to get one last look at Bonnie eating Lucy out.“Stop staring at my arse and Go” Bonnie called out without turning around.Bonnie’s bare arse was definitely a sight to behind – perky, round and firm enough to bounce a coin off – but I didn’t hesitate a moment longer and ran down to the living room.The unrealised answer of how Trevor hadn’t heard all of Lucy’s moaning was answered as I walked in to him screaming at the TV, headphones on.He caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of this eye and turned “What the fuck man, what are you doing?”“I just fucked Bonnie’s friend.”“Lucy?!? You just fucked Lucy!?! You lucky fucker – but that doesn’t explain why you haven’t put on any pants.”“Bonnie didn’t exactly give me time – she caught us and said I needed to come get you, and tell you 422?”I shit you not Trevor launched himself from the couch so fast that he’d passed me before his controller hit the floor.“Hurry up you sonuva bitch – you’re in for a treat” he called back as he made his way down the hallway.

My Christmas Eve [FFM] Threesome

After my first [story of my first MMF](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xqxeee/mmf_the_story_my_first_threesome_as_a_then_21m) I had lots of requests for another story, so let me tell you the story of my first FFM threesome.

I met my friend Marion for a couple of drinks on Christmas Eve (2010 I think). Myself and Marion had had sex on numerous occasions in the past but we were more friends than FWB, that said, our conversations typically would focus on the sex lives of ourselves and mutual friends. On this occasion, Marion was telling me about her friend Genevieve who had recently had a threesome with 2 brothers.

As Marion was telling me whatever details she knew about, I informed Marion that I once had an MMF threesome myself. She asked me more about it and I gave her all the detail, including the gay sex show that myself and the other guy put on for his girlfriend. Marion was in awe. “Fuck, I never thought I’d be into that but that sounds really fucking hot!” exclaimed Marion.

I accidentally hooked up with my mate’s dad [MM]

So the interesting part of this story all happened a number of months ago. I (18m) had just turned 18 at the time and had already spent a while coming to terms with my sexuality. As I grew more comfortable with myself I started to do slightly more experimental things like shower completely naked in the open showers at my local pool when I was sure I was the only one left late at night (something I would have been far too anxious to do when I was younger).

On one occasion where I had just finished training and was completely nude in the shower, I happened to be joined by an older guy. He was probably in his early-mid 40s and was also not wearing his bathing suit in the shower. I remember immediately feeling my face heat up because it felt like I’d been ‘caught’ by this older guy (even though what I was doing is relatively normal). This dude also chose to use the shower head immediately next to the one I was using, despite this open shower being pretty large.

[F] Two Boyfriends Too Many

My first submission (this one is the second) I wrote about how I got together with Jeff, and this describes the other end of that relationship, with overlap. I guess these writings may turn into a sexual autobiography.

Jeff and I were together, or having sex frequently, I guess is a more accurate label, for about three years total, with starts and stops. We were within a year in age, both early twenties, and we genuinely enjoyed each other physically. We fucked like rabbits, every chance we got.

I was not that experienced, he could not have been either, so our routine now seems in retrospect, well, routine. He was a student at a local college, and still living with his parents; I got a job right out of high school and got out on my own as soon as I could, renting a room in a townhome owned by a divorced lady.

So, we went out on dates plenty, hung out at my place plenty, and then one way or another, we’d start fooling around either on the couch or in my bedroom, and then we’d fuck, and then he’d go home. Sometimes he would spend the night and then we’d fuck again in the morning.

[FM] buying weed from,then going down on, a crush from high school

Cassie was a pretty bad girl in high school. My friends talked about how she was the girl they’d cheat with, about how she was the girl that would blow them, show her massive tits to, and then create drama by telling their girlfriends.

I was a pretty timid nerd in high school. One of my friends, Stevie, always talked about licking her nipples, and how they were these tiny things the same color as her boobs.

She wore lots of eyeshadow, had a massive rack and a skinny waist, and had lots of problems at
Home. She had this hot, deep laugh and sometimes wore glasses, and flirted with everyone.

I never, ever hooked up with her but I jerked off thinking of her tits a ton.

Later in my life I found her on tinder. We flirted some and I could tell she was the type who had a hookup on shitty weed, and I definitely needed some.

She had gained a lot of weight from high school. I didn’t care, she still had big tits and had dyed her hair and I was still running on that high school crush grind.