My [F]irst Experience, Part Two

I enjoyed telling the story of [the first time anyone touched my bare breast](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and, despite the almost complete lack of wildness, many other seemed to enjoy it as well. Let’s try another reminiscence – it’s called “Remembrance of Sticky Fumblings Past”, making it a combined Michel Proust/Hannibal Lecter reference. Can’t be too many of those out there! This has a proper narrative structure: exposition, rising action, climax and resolution!

Gordon (the first one to fondle me, in my final year of high school, if you didn’t read part one), became my boyfriend and we had lots of firsts. To manage expectations early, that never included what is usually thought of as one’s “first time”: I was still a virgin when he and I broke up: only *just*, but I was! Now, the dictionary defines “virginal” as “pure, unsullied, untouched”, and he saw to it that I wasn’t *that*, but technically I remained a virgin. (The dictionary also defines “virginal” as “a small harpsichord”: I wasn’t that either.)

[YFOM] [oral] [blkmail] [reluc] Suck it up! (Graduation part one)

The day has come. Graduation. Alexa has worked hard & can finally focus on her future. Alexa was looking stylish in her white dress & checking her cap & gown when she was told one of her professors needed to see her ASAP. She hurried to meet him in his classroom. It was empty & he asked her to lock the door because the matter was private & urgent.

Her teacher, Eric Blass, is 39 & white with glasses & short brown. He informs her that there’s an issue with the financial balance & if it’s not taken care now, she will not be able to graduate today. Alexa is visibly upset & panicking. She has no means if fixing it. It would take her a couple of weeks. Mr. Blass slightly smirks before telling her that maybe they could work something out.

“I could pay this right now so you can graduate today. You could pay me back later. However…I will need some sort of insurance that you will hold up your end”. Alexa was excited but puzzled what she could do for insurance.

Slut School – Her 1st Client [MF]

The knock on the door startled her. It wasn’t that she didn’t expect the knock, they had made the appointment together, but rather that she had lost herself in thought again.

The knock came again and she felt the flutter of the butterflies in her stomach. It was her final term in school and there was no concern over graduating, that was practically a foregone conclusion. Yet her teacher had recommended to the class that they practice their services on friends and acquaintances. The idea being that at this point, hands-on practice was the best way to learn. And that was what she had done, bringing it up in conversations whenever she felt it appropriate. She brought it up in front of him, in the groups they were a part of, hoping, but not expecting, that he would take her up on it. She was pleasantly surprised when he had suggested a time, and with a little back and forth, they had ended up here, at this time, with him standing outside her apartment door. Knocking. For the second time.

Cuckolded by the Black Billionaire Boss

Here is part 3 in my “The Boss” series, which you can check out [here](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XY7B4L1)

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Mr. Brinks: She’s doing a good job with the first few inches.

I looked at the next picture and my eyes went wide. It was a close-up of my wife’s little pussy being stretched out by a huge black cock. The feeling of humiliation coursed through me as I stared and gawked at the absolutely massive dick. It was thick and veiny, and my wife’s pussy was wrapped tightly around it. Mr. Brinks hadn’t bothered with a condom, he was going to be taking my wife’s pussy bareback. I imagined how she’d be moaning at the pleasure of being taken by such a huge man, but realized that her sounds would be muffled, given how he had gagged her.

Mr. Brinks: Maybe if you beg me I’ll go easy on her.

I opened the next image to see a picture of my wife on her back, this time Mr. Brinks huge cock was balls-deep inside her. She was taking every single inch of the billionaire’s rod, and I could see her eyes wide, filled with lust and pleasure. She was being absolutely stuffed.

“Ménage à What?” [MM] [MMF] [MF]

“Ménage à What?”

“Goddamn, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” I exclaimed while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned to me. He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear. I loved to stare at his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled arms with geometric style tattoos. His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.

He turned his head slightly with a smile, “Take a picture.”

“I have plenty,” I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate next to him.

“I’m sure you do. Do you want eggs?” He asked.

“No, the bacon will do. I need to shower and get to class.” I slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.

“Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass.” He threw a piece of bacon at me.

“Ménage à What?” [MM] [MMF] [MF]

“Ménage à What?”

“Goddamn, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” I exclaimed while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned to me. He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear. I loved to stare at his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled arms with geometric style tattoos. His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.

He turned his head slightly with a smile, “Take a picture.”

“I have plenty,” I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate next to him.

“I’m sure you do. Do you want eggs?” He asked.

“No, the bacon will do. I need to shower and get to class.” I slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.

“Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass.” He threw a piece of bacon at me.

COACH LAURIE [Str8] [Fdom] [CFNM] [F/m] [Blkmail] [Huml] [Mast] [Reluc] [Oral] [Edging]

Shrieks of feminine laughter and excitement emanated from the girl’s locker rooms as the six male pledges ran through them wearing only their jockstraps and a mask covering their faces.

Nick (wearing a classic Nixon mask) was trailing behind the other pledges and, being self-conscious about his nudity (especially with his obvious speedo tan lines – he was on the swim team), just wanted this day to be over.

No such luck.

Looking back to make sure no one was chasing him, Nick turned and was face to face (or rather face-to-breasts) with Coach Laurie.

Coach Laurie was an imposing figure, with her short, platinum-blonde hair, high cheekbones, full red lips and her trademark mirrored-sunglasses that she always wore and Nick’s gaze went downward to her perfect double-D breasts (with her Coach’s whistle hanging between them) that were barely contained within her tight pink high cut, one piece bodysuit leotard that exposed most of the tanned cheeks of her tight ass (that she was very proud of).

Coach Laurie’s legs, were like her arms; tanned, muscular & defined – like a fitness model that maybe spent a tad too much time in the gym, but was still very curvy & feminine.

[FM] An evening over twelve years in the making [long, oral, bond] part 1

Skip down to the [——–section———-] if you wish to start with just the sexy stuff. The story builds up the passion and intensity for which we felt and why it was amazing for the both of us. It’s kinda worth it.

I’ve known Julie since our first class together in Jr High school. She was the drama club and choir geek while I was the chess club attending anime nerd. We didn’t actually date until the middle of our senior year of High school and even then it took us until the end of the entire semester for us to lose our virginity to each other. Once we graduated however, we attempt to make up for lost time by making love at every opportunity during that summer break of HS freedom. It was puppy love, it was innocent fun and the two of us thought we were made for each other. She had been accepted to a school on the opposite coast and I was staying local with Junior college. The countdown to her trip was slowly approaching so we stepped up our game a bit and tried doing new things. We introduced toys into our sexy time, braved some outdoor stuff at night, even took some tips from Alanis Morissette and went down on each other in a theater. I still can’t watch Lilo & Stitch without remembering her bobbing head going down on my dick in that nearly empty theater. Oh the memories.

[MF] Rainy Day

When I got up that morning, it was raining extremely hard; looking out my window it was almost as if there was a wall of water coming from the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the distance. Normally I’d hope that a storm this bad would get school cancelled; but today, I hoped for the opposite. For today was the day I’d finally worked up enough courage to talk to the hottest girl in the school.

Camilla Mackenzie was a well known slut around school; she had perfect tits, that were just large enough to avoid being disgusting; in addition she always wore seductive clothing, and it was rumored that she’d fucked every guy, and most of the girls, in the high school. Even the teachers.

My virgin ass, of course, knew that wasn’t quite true. It was closing in on the end of my senior year, and I was kind of desperate to have sex; in addition, I (Along with the rest of the school, probably), had had a crush for Camilla for years and years; I very vaguely remember her giving me a chaste kiss in elementary school, but I could have just made that up in my head. I’d never had the balls to approach her. But that would change today. I grabbed an umbrella and my bags, and headed out the door to catch my bus.