Tag: Straight

Ms. Maureen Mast and how to deal with a troublesome son [age gap] [bullying] [MILF] [humiliation] [twisted]

Ms. Maureen Mast has a son in 10th grade named Chad. Chad in a nutshell is a big, built, aggressive teenager who enjoys great popularity among his peers and he sits in the small percentage of the student body that enjoys overwhelming success with the opposite sex. One thing Chad also enjoys doing is bullying all the weaker kids, be it make fun of them, steal their lunch money, shove them into small spaces or tie them up and lock them in the trunk of his car on a hot day over lunch period.

Ms. Maureen tells her son not to bully, but treat others the way he wants to be treated yet her son doesn’t listen. The last time she caught him bullying someone she got furious. That day Chad had his two best friends pin down a coloured boy on the pavement while he drew racial slurs with sidewalk chalk on his skin. Maureen happened to be driving by when this happened and her initial reaction was to firmly order her son in the car and to let the boy go. She told him the next time she catches him bullying she will brutally punish and embarrass him, not going into detail how she’d do it. Chad would roll his eyes and nod, fake promising to his mom that he’ll be nicer to all the kids at school from that day on. Read more »

[MF] I Left my friend’s wedding with my favorite teacher.

when I was a student, I had the absolute biggest crush on my grade 7 class teacher. At the time I was 12 and she was around 30. She managed to spark our interest in studies with her passion, which helped to boost my best friend’s education as he was struggling. Because of that, she became our favorite teacher.

Fast forward after 15 years, few days ago, my friend had his wedding. I showed up little late and sat with few other friends. One guy said that our teacher was there, and led me to her table. She looked over with a stern look as I went toward her just before she recognized me. She flashed a bright smile , saying something to welcome me. We made small talk, which she led – she wanted to know all about my life and career after leaving school, whether I still talked to any of my classmates and so on. She moved on to fill me in on what had been happening at the school, then quickly fell into telling me the story of her relationships and about her divorce. I started to realize she was being very touchy with me through the evening. Read more »

Mystery House Mischief [MF] (Long)

And we’re back with more tales of sexy fun times from years gone by! I know, it’s been a hot minute (more like a year) since [my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ahvl3k/my_goingaway_present_from_a_coworker_before_i/), and a little longer since the post talking about the [convention sexy times](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bhjsb/convention_sexy_times_mff/) that took place after what I’m about to write about. But, since I want to make sure the people I’m writing about are okay with all of this, even though I’m using aliases, all of this took place years ago when we were all single, and a whole lot of telltale details have been left out, I had to wait until both of them had gotten back to me.

I’m pleased to say, they finally did, and both were pretty happy about it.

(I’ve been told I can quote them about this, so:

From Sal: “Oh fuck. I remember that trip. That was FUN.”

From Kay: “You forgot to tell them how I kept trying to grab your dick through your pants that day and we almost got spotted by con security.”

So, you know, there’s that.) Read more »

The Evening shift [MF][gloryhole][creampie][rough sex]

I love my job. I know, some people might say that. Most of the time they don’t mean it though. Sure, Karen. I totally believe that you love your office job where all you do is bringing your boss coffee and maybe sucking his dick for a promotion if you are lucky.

Not me though. When I say it, I mean it. In comparison to my job, my life is annoying and even bordering on absolutely boring sometimes. My job: highlight of my day.

It’s 3:30 pm. I just stepped out of the shower and start to dry my hair. I don’t need a curling iron, or makeup or even a hairbrush. Another reason while I love working at “The Black Rose”. No need to look like a barbie.

Well, there is one place that needs to look like a newborn baby’s ass. I drop the towel and look myself up and down in the mirror. My hands run along my pert breast, lightly teasing the nipples. Further down my fingers wander past my navel to the important part. The money earner. My tight little cunt.
I rub the outer lips, to make sure that no stubble escaped my thorough shaving. I pull them apart to admire my pink pussy, already gleaming from my arousal. A delicious tingle starts to spread through the lower part of my body. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 3 [Ff]

**Chapter 3: Bad Dreams**

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“I’m telling you, she’s a nightmare,” I say as I put down Carl’s plate of food in front of him on the dinner table.

“She can’t be that bad,” he says dismissively before taking a large and sloppy slurp of pasta.

“She can. She is. I’m telling you, I’m worried about Maria’s safety.”

“You’re talking like she’s in an abusive relationship.”

“She might be,” I say while trying to use my spoon to help with my noodles. I could never figure this part out.

“With a woman?”

“Women can be abusive, too.”

Carl lets out something that’s a cross between a snort and a laugh.

“It’s not funny,” I reprimand.

“And to be clear, you don’t mean physically abusive, right?” he asks.

“Right. Psychologically or something.”

“Maybe Maria’s into it.” He shrugs and takes another oversized bite of pasta. Red sauce flicks over his lips and shirt. I offer him a napkin. He refuses.

“She’s not. That’s my point. It’s been a few weeks. No one goes from straight to bi that fast.” Read more »

Our Quarantine Story [MF] [Sister] (Fiction)

This story is 100% fiction, the characters aren’t directly based on real people and none of this actually happened. I hope that you guys enjoy this story as much as I do!

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My little sister (Kayla, 19F) and I (Jake, 22M) have been living together since August 2019. We’re both students at the same university, where I’m a junior physics major and she’s a freshman economics major. She and I have always gotten along, so when she got accepted into my university deciding to live together was a no-brainer! After 2 years of annoying roommates, living with her has been a breath of fresh air. We share a 2 bed 2 bath apartment about 3 blocks from campus.

To give you an idea of what she looks like, Kayla is a thin (not super thin, slightly chubby but still thin) 5’6 blonde girl with green eyes, C cup breasts, and a pretty nice butt. And I’m a pretty average looking semi-muscular 5’10 guy with brown hair and brown eyes. We love each other very much- as brother and sister, nothing overtly sexual has ever happened between us. The only kinda NSFW thing we’ve ever done is share laundry, so I have touched her clothes including bras and panties. We live a normal life of studying, playing games, watching movies, having friends over, and all that wholesome stuff. Read more »

A trip to Disney World with my kids took a wild turn (Part 2) [F]

Hey stranger redditor! I’m back with part 2, I’m overwhelmed with the messages of support, I thought I would be flooded with hate but it wasn’t the case and I really appreciate it, I wanted to thank all of you for that. Ill attach the link to part 1 below.

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ghwr7q/a_trip_to_disney_world_with_my_kids_took_a_wild/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ghwr7q/a_trip_to_disney_world_with_my_kids_took_a_wild/)

That night, I went to sleep thinking about Brendan, waiting for that text from him, I didn’t want to be the one texting but I was really hoping he would and he didn’t. I was thinking he was done, that he got what he wanted and that was it, I tried to tell myself it was for the best since I wouldn’t be getting myself in more trouble but deep down I wanted him to text me again. He didn’t that night. Read more »

On the hunt [mm/f, rapebaiting]

I smile in front of the mirror, applying my lip gloss. I fluff up my hair, making it nice and bouncy. Recently dyed red, while blondes might have fun, redheads catch attention faster. And that is all I want today, attention. However I get it, it doesn’t matter, as long as I do so. I do a bump, rubbing my nose before going through my clothes. I think about a blouse, but I frown, I want exposure. So instead, I take the crop top. No bra, no need for that, hoping the air might be cool enough to help draw the eyes. Then a black short, very short and loose. I don’t need anything under that either. I don’t want anyone mistaking me for respectable, not tonight. I decide to take another bump, smiling at the slut in the mirror, sitting down to throw on some heels and then I head out. Read more »

Girlfriend Gets Jealous During a FILMED Threesome (MFF) (Full Story) (Open Ending)

Hey, guys, I have been working on this story on and off for the past 8 months. I hope it’s going to be worth! As always I am open to feedback!

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The moment was finally here! His biggest fantasy was about to become a reality. He was about to get in the same bed with his girlfriend and another woman. Although he had been picturing this for a long, long time and he had played it in his mind hundreds of times he had a moment of hesitation whether he should go through with this or not. It was probably his last chance to back off. This was a crucial moment for his relationship with Amy. It could save their relationship or it could put a start to the end. He knew pretty clear that he wanted Gina more than he wanted Amy. He couldn’t help but glance at Gina more than he wished he was. His excitement was mixed with guilt. Read more »

The Future is Feminization – Part I

History books and classes are such faint memories that they feel like something I came up with in a dream. The world changed so suddenly that we seemed to collectively forget about all the little things we did everyday. All of our routines, our celebrations, our passions were swallowed up in an effort to resist fate. But fate has a habit of getting what it wants.

Seven hundred years ago humans made their first steps on Mars. A century later the planet’s rust red was replaced with lush green fields and forests and dotted with sprawling, gray metropolises. We gradually spread out further and further until the whole solar system came under our grasp. Those of us on Earth lived luxuriously, reaping the rewards of an empire of eight worlds.

Eventually it all came to an end. The galaxy was engulfed by solar fire, destroying all of our technology and leaving each planet to fend for itself. Decades of revolt and tyranny ensued but eventually things stabilized and we managed to rebuild. The crisis was a distant memory by the time of even my great, great grandparents. Still we had a small unit about it every few years in school. The story always fascinated me. Sometimes it kept me up at night, and I would go to my window and look at the stars, wondering what Martian culture was like so long after we were cut off from each other. Read more »