[MF] The first time I (M19) fucked a girl raw was the same night she (F18) discovered her slutty side

The summer before I left for college, I started talking to Amanda. Amanda was a year behind me in school and was friends with the girls who would “run the school” next year during their senior year. She was about 5’2″, long brunette hair that had waves in it, and was a self-described “melting pot of ethnicity” which gave her the look of always having a great tan. She had big brown eyes and these wonderful, plump and pouty lips that were extremely expressive. And while she didn’t have much of a chest, Amanda had this incredible ass, likely helped by her extra-curriculars in cross country and basketball. It is without a doubt one of the best asses I’ve been blessed with seeing.

Amanda and I talked a lot over the course of those couple months. Our conversations would more than occasionally cross that wonderful line into sexting and we had a couple fantastic make out sessions at parties. Truth be told though, I was significantly more interested in hanging out with my high school buddies before we all went off to college than I was seeing a girl who had the potential of becoming a girlfriend before I finally gained my collegiate freedom. Before long, I moved a couple hours away and our conversations became less frequent.

J’s Journey – A Meeting and a Club [M/f][D/s][Public][Toys](MFFFFF 21-45)

23 Minutes: J

23 minutes. It had only be 23 minutes. J had walked in the door at 8:10, flustered because she was late, and it was only 8:33 and his fingers were up her skirt and inside her. They had found her wet and eager.

23 minutes and she was letting a stranger finger her. A man she only knew as R, or as he preferred, Sir. 23 minutes and she was fighting to hold back moans so it wouldn’t alert anyone else at the bar to what was happening. What he was doing to her. What she was letting him do to her. What she was loving.

23 minutes and she had set a new personal record for slutty behavior. She had met other men online and even slept with some. Letting strangers take her in the backs of cars or hotel rooms. But never this fast and, she thought, never this wet. R’s fingers finding no resistance at all as they slid inside. They knew just where to go too, almost like he wanted to embarrass her by making her moan. And, maybe he did.

The Christian Girl learns a new skill [MF]

Long ago…

Before I dated Clara, which you can read about here…

[Clara Trilogy](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z216n3/a_night_with_a_witch_mf/)

I dated the daughter of a pastor, Abby. We had met and become friendly in high school but she went to a small private religious school and I went to the evil public school. The irony will soon be realized as these stories get told.

We lost touch a little after I went to college, only to reconnect after freshman year when I had to transfer back home for good. Abby was tall as me at six feet, a star basketball player in her little school and on her way to a new college with a scholarship. She had long auburn wavy hair and stunning blue eyes. She was a typical basketball player type body, some may find a bit manly, but her face was stunningly beautiful.

She was also innocent and seemed to be following her father’s footsteps of eventually missionary work and returning to the church in some leadership capacity.

When an Ex Texts (Day 1 of My 7 Day Smut Writing Challenge)

When your phone buzzes you don’t really pay extra attention to it. Except of course if you are expecting a message from someone special. However, 2 years into that relationship, that feeling definitely dulls down. So, when something new and exciting comes back into your life, its effect enhances.

Usually when I get a message, it’s sent by my girlfriend Sarah. We’ve been together for 2 years now and we couldn’t be happier. Or at least I thought. I really thought that we kept the spark alive, both during the day and especially in bed. I would have denied if someone said otherwise. And I saw no sign of Sarah disagreeing. We still went out for date night weekly. We still had sex at least 2 times a week without having to force anything. All while living together. I was proud of us, But I am talking in past tense.

Getting a married mom to squirt on vacation [MF]

Thanks to everyone who has commented on my previous stories or messaged me privately. It’s been fun to share these various encounters with you all and “relive” them via storytelling. The feedback on my week in Cabo has been good, and I thought I’d just finish that off with where I started, our first day and night.

For those who didn’t read the prior editions, easiest background is the first four paragraphs of [this story]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qy6ksf/a_beach_bar_hookup_with_a_just_graduated_college/). *Go ahead and read those, I’ll give you a couple minutes…*

Okay, so we are dinner and having a good time. It was our first night of vacation, and spirits were good. Almost everyone we were traveling with had come on the plane and were at dinner that evening. When we left the restaurant, someone had the idea to go to a rooftop bar overlooking the water at our hotel. Apparently that was a popular idea to have, as when we got there, there was a surprisingly large number of people gathered.

[FFM] Beach Volleyball tournament (follow-up #4)

Hi everybody. When I wrote the first story, I never thought I would write so much follow-up! So I’ll assume you already have read the first four parts I already wrote [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xa7clt/ffgroup_beach_volleyball_tournament/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xjkxnu/ffm_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xqmbl2/ff_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_2/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z8ld0l/ff_beach_volleyball_tournament_followup_3/). But long story short: I am the friend with benefits of Elsa, my volleyball coach.

Mid October, Elsa and Jay invited me to try surfing. So Sunday morning, they came to pick up at my apartment and we drove. We had a very casual conversation. Jay mostly trying to teach me the basic of surfing. We stopped at a shop to rent me a board, a wetsuit, a life jacket, etc. And then we headed to the beach.

We all dressed up. Elsa’s wetsuit was literally perfect for her. It really made her figure looks amazing and so sexy. And Jay, too. Mine, since it was rented, was a bit ample, but nothing exaggerated. The beginning of the day, the wind/waves are not super strong, might make it perfect to learn the basic. At the end of the afternoon, things get more exciting, especially for Jay and Elsa who have been doing this for years.

[MF] Met a woman at her office party – she took me home and fucked me in the backyard while her husband watched from the house

I decided to continue hanging out at the bar after the last of my work colleagues left. There were a couple of groups enjoying ugly holiday sweater parties, and I was enjoying myself watching them. I was particularly enjoying the glances I was being shot by a woman who had noticed me staring. Her sweater was about a size too small and hugged her breasts beautifully.

It was after my return back to the bar from the restroom, that I decided to take a detour through the group of folks within which the attractive woman belonged. She watched me make a beeline towards her and as I got within earshot she immediately said Hi. After sharing pleasantries, she gave me a hug and I was pleased to feel that her breasts felt every bit as good as I had imagined.

She was a mother of 2 (now an empty-nester) out for the office party. After admitting she had drunk a little too much, she also confessed this was the first time she’d been out for too long, and was really enjoying the ability to let her hair down and have fun.

POV Cucked – wife fucked in the bed you share [Cuckhold, voyeurism, well-hung Bull] (all characters 18+)

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For the most part, you and your partner are equally excited about the events planned for tonight. You’re the one to open the door when the Bull arrives. He doesn’t give you his name and you don’t ask for it. With the authority you lack, the man strides in and finds the bedroom by himself. You follow behind sheepishly until you both find your wife, laid out on the bed in the piece of lingerie you bought on her birthday. You’re side by side with the Bull, him standing a good half foot taller than you. He’s quick to push you out of the way. You stumble a few paces from the strong shove, your position already being made clear. You catch your wife giving you a small smile before she turns to the Bull, the expression immediately increasing. Her obvious excitement is turning you on. You bite your lip and smile back, then pull up a chair to get the best view of the bed. Already slick with sweat, you wring your hands with anticipation.

[M] I helped my wife’s [F] friend take a piss outside

A bunch of us had been to the pub and when we all left, most of our friends had to head into town for transport where as the wife and I plus a couple of others could walk home. About half way home we split up. Jane, (my wife) and Sue carried on straight home. Sue lives a few doors down from us. I went on a minor detour with Kate to make sure she got home ok rather than let her walk on her own.

It was a warm evening but the fresh air was still enough to waken the bladder from the nights drinking and I was soon desperate for a piss. We passed a small piece of land with some trees and I excused myself for a minute to relieve myself. I was mid flow when I felt the presence of Kate beside me. She was casually standing beside me watching me pissing.

“Hurry up,” she said, “the sound is making me want to go”

Shared Pt. 1 [FMM] [19-21] [Threesome, Tension]

The noise of the bar created an almost claustrophobic effect, overlapping voices speaking over eachother and shouting across tables, incomprehensible among the crowd unless it was your ear they were talking into.

Visually, it was a honeyed blur of browns and blacks with the occasional burst of colour from a dress or bright cocktail, a cozy, but busy mess of shapes that all melded into one in the peripheral vision of the girl waiting at the bar. 

Clara leant forward, heels rising ever so slightly off the ground, trying to catch the eye of the painfully slow bartender who seemed unmotivated by the clamouring, impatient row of students. The tired man’s eyes finally lock with her own greys for a second, before flicking down to the small girls chest. He’d guiltily avert his gaze a second later, asking her what she wanted, but in that second he couldn’t help but drink in the nineteen year old’s pale, freckled skin as she smiled back at him eagerly.