Daddy’s Training [PT2]

My eyes open wide, the bull, he is here for me. Looking at me, I am speechless. My eyes lock onto his and my mind starts to race. Daddy notices me there, star dazed and amazed. Daddy grabs my arm and drags me off the bench, holding me by his side. My eyes still locked on the monster cock in front of me.

“She is very excited to meet you in full Steve,” Daddy winks to his friend. “kneel baby.” I drop to my knees and my eyes stay focused. His cock comes close and his hand holds it in front of me.

“Let go, I want to watch him,” I command to Steve, kneeling there focused and dripping cum on the cold kitchen floor. He releases his grip and his cock dangles in front of me, semi hard, heavy and thick. I place an open mouth to the side of his shaft, jaw fully extended I only just fit him in. I slide my lips to the head of his cock, shaft dry and my lips gripping as I move in for the kill. His head lands on my lips, I look him in the eyes. My tongues extends and wets the head of his cock, rolling it over him, dropping my jaw and I push my tongue out and guide his cock down my throat. Steve’s, Thick, heavy, semi hard cock hits my throat and then down, blocking my airways. Steve grabs the back of my head and forces it further, I hit his hands and pull his cock out my throat. I look at him with anger, that demands respect.

A Christmas Eve We All Needed [MFM] [True]

Mark and I met Shaun when he was casually dating my best friend during the summer of 2020. We all hung out a few times, we even had some conversations that turned sexual on a few occasions. The first time I saw Shaun I was immediately attracted to his 6’2 muscular build, milk chocolate mixed complexion, soft sexy long black curly hair- usually pulled up in a man bun. My friend told me about his excellent skills in the bedroom to go along with his sizable cock so I was definitely intrigued but obviously could not go there at that time since they were dating. Shaun and my husband, Mark, have a few common interests, so Shaun came to our house a time or two even after he and our friend stopped dating. Mark had previously mentioned on more than one occasion that he desired to watch Shaun pleasure me and then have me take them together. This is not something that I would ever shy away from, but being that Shaun dated my friend, it was fairly taboo…. My friend is the one person that I share our explicit stories with and she had definitely told Shaun that we were into MFM… That is part of the intrigue that led to this encounter.  

TRUE LESBIAN STORY. I [F] FUCKED A GIRL WHILE OUR FRIEND [F] SLEPT IN THE SAME BED AS US

Hey everyone!

So I LOVE dirty talk and have LOTS of fun, exciting sexual stories, so I thought I’d treat you all to a little bit of erotica! I hope you all enjoy!

So I had just gotten out of a long relationship, and I hadn’t fucked anyone else for a hot minute. After we broke up, I met a girl at a party who was a friend of a friend. She was a couple of years older than me, a final year student at the time. Short, wavy, shoulder length hair, blue eyes, quite petite like me. We got talking, exchanged numbers and arranged to go out some time. We had been out a few times but never on a proper “date”. We had a lot of mutual friends so we were always in a group setting, but we were fucking CONSTANTLY. It’s basically all we did. I would go round to her house after a night out or after work, we’d have sex all night, and I’d leave the next morning. Pretty casual. I liked that though after coming out of a long relationship.

Working as a fundraiser in college, out of the blue, I [M] lucked into a wholly unexpected hook-up with a younger, prude [F] student coworker.

My senior year of college I worked as a student fundraiser at a phone bank where we solicited donations to our school from alums and parents of current students. On break, I overheard a 19 year old sophomore girl mention to another coworker that she had to take the bus back to her apartment. I had a car that year, so later on I went up to her and offered to give her a ride back to her place instead of her having to take the bus. She seemed so appreciative of my offer and relieved not to have to take the bus that I hazarded to turn it into a date and asked to take her out to dinner before taking her home. She was totally game; I took her to a casual yet quality French bistro near the phone bank where we worked. It was a good call because in getting to know each other I learned of our shared appreciation of foreign films, especially French films. She seemed interested in me romantically, but she was formal and seemingly inexperienced. For my three previous years in this college, I typically met experienced gals. Everything they were doing with me, they had done before with plenty of other guys and would do again next weekend with plenty more. In other words, sluts. This girl seemed different. Still, I figured I’d roll the dice and ask her back to my apartment where I had the French classic, The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoise (1972), rented. Sure enough, she was interested in coming back to my place after dinner to watch it. I figured if I was very lucky with this girl I might get to finger her.

When I [M] was 22, a 29 y o [F] mother of two fucked me.

I met her at a bar while out with friends. She was on a blind date and came up to me for me to ‘save her’ from this guy. I don’t know if that was true or if she just wanted to go up to me, but I got her number. We went out twice before (just light petting, kissing and I fingered her). I had absolutely no idea she was a mom. Then on the third date, we met at a restaurant so we both had our cars. It was on this date that she told me about her situation as we hung out in her Jeep Grand Cherokee. I told her that while I really liked her I did not think it would be fair to lead her or her kids on. I was just too young; I knew it. I wasn’t going to marry a mom w/2 kids from a previous marriage, so I thought the most civil thing to do would be to break things off then and there. She was tearful; I felt awful. She asked me if I would go in the backseat with her for a little while before we parted ways. I didn’t think it was a good idea, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to kiss her goodbye.

? The day started with watching James Bond movies and ended with me taking his virginity. [FM]

Picture it. Summer 2017. Midwest city. Humid as ever.

I (22F) had been dating Ryan (21M) for two months. Ryan was tall, kind of nerdy, and had eyes that made me feel so special when he looked at me. He was shy and sort of awkward. I wasn’t sure if he had ever been in a relationship before, or done more than kiss someone. As for me, well, I was out of my comfort zone. I’d consider myself more of the casual type. He was the first guy I had ever ‘taken it slow’ with. We didn’t even kiss until the second or third date. Come to think of it, he was the first guy I had ever dated. When I say I’m usually the casual type I really mean it.

Anyway, to the story!

[F] Hormone therapy gone wrong

I sat at the kitchen table, tears streaming down my face. Carol, my best friend since childhood, sat across the table, her expression a mixture of compassion, pity, shock, and disbelief. Suddenly she burst out in hysterical laughter.

“It’s not funny!” I said angrily. It’s a nightmare!” Carol quickly and totally without sympathy retorted, “Honey, there’s a lot of women out there, me included, that wish they had your problem even for a few days.”

Tears started flowing down my face again. I opened my journal to the first page and handed it to her. “Read this.” I said.

I was diagnosed with premature menopause this week. My Ob-Gyn referred me to a clinical trial of a new hormone replacement treatment. They were thrilled to have a thirty five year old yoga instructor as part of the trials. I went through the screening and had my first injection that same week. The results were immediate. Hot flashes are gone, I’m not as easily irritated, and my energy level returned to normal. Even better, or so I thought, my libido revved up, too. I get turned on just by watching folks working out in the gym. Men, women, it doesn’t matter.

My Wife Denied Me for a Week, What Happened Next Surprised Me [MF]

My wife and I have developed a bit of a dom/sub kink and it’s very much quickly evolving.

In the past week, up until yesterday, my wife denied me from cumming. This is despite me having to do the following to/for her:

– I was caged for 4 days, not including night wear. That’s just not comfortable for me yet, I tried and barely slept and ended up taking it off midway through the night.

– Three times during the week I gave my wife oral and made her cum while fucking her with a larger dildo. She had me lick and suck the dildo clean after we were done. I was caged during these times. It still amazes me how well a cage works at keeping me from getting hard.

– Nearly every day she had me wear one of her thongs all day. Some days she had me pick, other days she selected.

– Each day I gave her some sort of massage (back, foot, etc.)

In high school I (18 [M]) met the first sex study partner (18[F])

I figured this time I could tell you about the night a classmate and I got to ‘refine’ how well we could pleasure each other. To skip the background..which is again long, just scroll down to —. The names have obviously been changed. Also, no need to ask for photos, I am not one to share their stuff besides what I am already sharing.

When I was a senior in high school, [after not getting the job at the restaurant](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lij0h0/manager_did_not_hire_me_so_i_20_m_defiled_his/), I started working at a bakery. That meant I had to start my shifts at 6 am on Saturdays (woof). Naturally, I was awful at waking up early and soon found out that it was easier for me if I just stayed up all night and then went to work and took a nap after my shift. So on Fridays, I would either attend parties or host gatherings at my house, particularly when my parents were out of town for conferences and this particular weekend happened to be one of those.

Fun with the mom of my deer hunting camp FWB [MFF] – part 9

Other parts linked on my profile if you have a lot of time to kill

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I woke up around 630 am. The women were spread around me, each with our own space to sleep in the king size bed. I admired their mature bodies. Rachel had definitely toned her body and it was a sight to behold. Tracy, at 52, was surprisingly fit. Her ample hips and little belly skewed that a bit but the hips were so sexy. I got up to go to the bathroom with some morning wood making that hard to do. I came back to bed and the women were stirring. I snuck in between then, Tracey snuggled up against me, and I dozed off again.

I woke up an hour later to muffled whispers from the women. Tracy said “Good morning sunshine!” and giggled. Rachel looked at me with a hungry look that I’d seen before. We got some more pillows and sat up against the headboard. We chatted for a bit and then Tracy said “tell me about the last time you two saw each other.” Rachel set up the timing. Tracy said “so that was right when you were separating?” Rachel nodded in the affirmative. Tracy said “Lucky Girl!”. I added humor when needed, especially talking about how cock-crazed Rachel was, and we both were very descriptive talking about the sex.