My[f] second date with [m]y platoon leader

Bit of a longer into, skip down 2 paragraphs if you want to jump straight to the story

First of all, thanks for all of the (mostly) positive feedback on my first story, you guys are the best!

A little more description on me, for my reviewers who requested to know more. I’m Avery, 5’4, have slightly bushy brown hair down to the middle of my back. I’m on the olive completion side (my mom is Greek). As I said before, ittybittytittiecommittee, B cup breasts and a firm butt that I tone with a lot of cycling in my spare time. And yes, i shave everywhere(;

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Two days after my incredible first experience with my Platoon Leader, my 6’1, muscular hunk that we’ll call Matt, things had been awkward. I couldn’t help but hope that things would progress further, but at the same time, I was aware of the complications of continuing any relationship with him. At work, we continued as normal, he’s my boss’ boss, and I go back to my daily job as a truck driver (88M life). In the evenings, it’s been another story. He’s been texting me and I’ve been longing for more but super hesitant to go for anything, but my god, I want more of him.

A Public Lap Dance (and a little more) From My Wife’s Friend [Teasing], [MF]

The night began with a bachelor party. This takes place a few months before the pandemic; a friend of mine was getting married (the second time around) and wanted to host an epic bachelor party. To summarize, it was a fun time; there were guns, off-roading, a brief visit to a strip club, steak dinner and finally, downtown bar hopping.

The last bar of the night was a nightclub, where me and the other suburban dads were at least ten years older than the average clients. Honestly, by this point, I was tired, a little drunk and ready to Uber back home for the night. Not to mention we were fairly certain our groom left with a much younger woman from the club.

*Then, everything changed for me when Angela walked in.*

Angela is a mutual friend of my wife and I. At the time, they attended the same boutique gym and yoga studio together, bonding over post-baby fitness. Angela is a bartender at a small local cocktail bar, which Jade and I would frequent.

Angela is Latina, with long brown hair really cute brown eyes. My wife Jade is curvy, but Angela even more so full-figured. She’s got pretty large breasts and a very round, thick butt.

An Interesting Ride [solo female/male watching] [public]

Rob didn’t have time to get off this morning. He was always rock hard when he woke up but he was running late for his 8 am psychology class. He needed a couple extra credits for his minor and “Abnormal psychology” sounded much more interesting than then it actually was. The class was almost completely about psychological disorders they had learned in every other class. But you get points for good attendance so here he was, about to get on the campus bus at 7:15 in the morning. He probably had time to grab a quick coffee from the cafe in the plaza.

The bus sat in the parking lot for about 15 minutes to catch all the students heading to campus at 7:30. And it would be back for 8:00. But he always tried to be there for the earlier bus.

He sat towards the back of the long vehicle and looked out the window. He saw Sadie pull into the parking lot. He had met her during their freshmen orientation class. Now, in their junior year of college, they had gotten pretty close. She was a psych major so they even had a few classes together. Including this abnormal psych class. He watched as she sat in her car for a moment. She looked.. anxious or something. He thought for a moment she was sick or crying. Her face was flushed. And she looked out of breath.

I thought she was sleeping.. (M, Solo, Dildo, Discovery)

Being super horny from edging all day, but needing to put together furniture in the bedroom shared by myself and my significant other, I decided to be super naughty and do something I’ve never done.

I’ve always been seen as a straight male, the prototype of “straightness.” Secretly however I enjoy deepthroating cock and making it cum down my throat, but I haven’t done it in many years.
This night I was definitely in the mood and wanted to feel myself gag on a nice one. My s.o. has a nice sized (6inch long) thick (2 inches thick) dildo with a suction cup base at the end… I went into the bathroom and dropped to my knees, wearing shorts I felt the coolness of the tile floor and my cock started throbbing immediately.
As I stuck the dildo on the wall I started licking and spitting on the head and shaft like a good little cock whore.
When it was wet enough I began sucking on it in and out of my mouth hearing it pop, watching the drool flow… I went deeper and deeper until it got to the barrier of my throat.
I took a deep breath, gripped my stiff cock and balls tightly and slid my mouth all the way down to the base past my throat barrier.
Gagging my eyes rolled and teared up.
I held it there for a few seconds, and then pulled it away, drooling everywhere.
I couldn’t believe how much my cock jumped with that cock in the back of my throat. Feeling the Pre cum at the tip of it.
I kept going and massaged my balls (hands off my cock) while face fucking her dildo attached to the wall.

Wedding Day: Cousin would be mine before anyone else [MF] – India; true story (Pt. 4 – The Conclusion)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hx0why/my_cousins_wedding_i_had_to_have_her_first_india/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

As is custom, I’ll briefly summarise the previous parts. If you’re reading all parts in one go, feel free to skip ahead, although it’s barely a few lines.

So, in 2014, I’d met my cousin Varsha at a family wedding. Somehow we had to share a bed and blanket, and we ended up being sexually intimate.

Back home, we began a long distance affair which lasted a couple of years and then slowly fizzled out. We hadn’t talked in over a year, when in 2018 I received the news of her marriage, fixed for December that year. One phone call, her soft voice, a few mixed signals by her, and my feelings had returned.

When I finally went to her place a day before the wedding, we ended up in a room together by chance. I proceeded to, amongst other things, make love to her asshole and pussy with my tongue and fingers, till she came all over my face. I was so satisfied by the idea of pleasuring her that I didn’t even feel the need to ram my cock into her, even though I was rock hard. I realised that more than animalistic lust, I had a soft corner for her. I kissed her softly, and left the room.

Wedding Day: Cousin would be [M]ine before anyone else – India; true story (Pt. 4 – Conclusion)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hx0why/my_cousins_wedding_i_had_to_have_her_first_india/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

As is custom, I’ll briefly summarise the previous parts. If you’re reading all parts in one go, feel free to skip ahead, although it’s barely a few lines.

So, in 2014, I’d met my cousin Varsha at a family wedding. Somehow we had to share a bed and blanket, and we ended up being sexually intimate.

Back home, we began a long distance affair which lasted a couple of years and then slowly fizzled out. We hadn’t talked in over a year, when in 2018 I received the news of her marriage, fixed for December that year. One phone call, her soft voice, a few mixed signals by her, and my feelings had returned.

When I finally went to her place a day before the wedding, we ended up in a room together by chance. I proceeded to, amongst other things, make love to her asshole and pussy with my tongue and fingers, till she came all over my face. I was so satisfied by the idea of pleasuring her that I didn’t even feel the need to ram my cock into her, even though I was rock hard. I realised that more than animalistic lust, I had a soft corner for her. I kissed her softly, and left the room.

[MF, Pain, Lust] First-time Fucking Frosty

Her name was Frosty. At least, that’s the name I knew her by.

It fit her for so many reasons I’d learn later, but the immediate one was that her dark hair was dyed a cold blue at the edges.

I knew this from several pictures I’d seen – I’d never seen her in the flesh, and certainly hadn’t experienced her in the flesh before. But I knew both of those facts would change very soon. And that had me hard as a fucking rock.

*

I road the elevator up to the floor where I knew she was.

I walked down the hall to the room I’d rented for us, inside which she was doing one of two things.

Most likely, she was waiting on the bed, naked, legs spread – stroking her little shaved pussy. She was told to pet it like “the hungry soaked kitty” which it was for my cock. She was to have it ready and waiting for me so I’d have to waste no time getting straight into the prize she offered me.

[MF] The Sally of Sage – Interlude – Fucking In Tents

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally. Except it’s not Sally this time.

I am recounting my long on-and-off relationship with a girl called Sally. I recommend starting from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However since I am working through my life chronologically occasionally they’ll be “Sallyless Interludes” if I think there was a sexual encounter worth writing a story about. This is one of them. **There was no cheating on Sally. I could never cheat on that absolute goddess. At this point, we had broken up since we were living in different countries.**)

There are two distinct periods in the next five years where Sally and I do not see each other. And I mean this literally. We don’t even see each other in passing – we talked over email now and then but if you ever had a friend moved away you know it’s hard to stay in touch with them and eventually the emails start trickling to a stop. This happens even when the friend is the love of your life. But there were two periods. There was the time I was studying in England, which despite being heartbroken about a lack of Sally I enjoyed as a period of my life. I got to see new places. Meet new people. It was a good three years. Then there was the time I returned to US and started working and those 18 months or so were the worst time of my life. I’m not looking forward to recounting that.

Why [M]y 2019 was much crazier than 2020 [MF]

People are always going on about how 2020 is completely bat shit crazy… but for me, it’s nothing compared to 2019. Technically this story actually starts in 2018 but that’s just a bit of build up. Speaking of which, if you want to skip some of that, head towards the * for the milder stuff and the *** for the less mild stuff – I see others doing that on here, makes sense… Though really, the build up is often the best bit and I’ve got to warn you, this could get long. I’ll likely post more to this one day, just needed to get it off my chest and thought some of you may enjoy reading it too.

Our Little Secret: My Boyfriend’s Little Sister (FF, oral, cheating, public)

I have a bit of a “thing” for my boyfriend’s sister.

And by thing… I mean I want to pin her down, strip her naked, and bury my face between her legs until cums.

And no, I have no idea why. Hell, I don’t even know when or how. Raven was always the cute little sister I never had. Adorable. Nice. Fun. We’d talk all the time, even without my boyfriend present.

Then one day, something just… changed.

We were getting brunch, and hardly even one mimosa in, I wanted to run my tongue across every inch of her body. That cute, bubbly girl I only saw at family functions was now a sweet treasure that only my wildest fantasies could satiate.

The only thing on my mind, day in and day out, was being in bed with her.

We couldn’t go shopping without me staring at her ass and legs. She did have a small booty, but it was so cute and perky! (After all, pancakes are cakes too!) Whenever she posted on her Instagram, I found myself staring at her pictures for hours, drawn to those perfect tits, a department she was very blessed in.