[FM]First Experience with “Danger Sex”

“8 euros for a cappuccino?” he exclaimed.

I flashed a smile at him, flipping my sunglasses down over my eyes. “You’re paying for the view, babe” I responded, pointing with my thumb at the spiraling 18th century church behind me.

“Still, that’s ridiculously expensive,” he grumbled. I laid down my 8 euro on the table and looked around the town square we were sitting in. The church, cafes, tall colored houses and a small courthouse surround us on all sides. We were staying in a small town in the middle of Baden Württemberg, better known to Americans as the Black Forest. I stood up facing the church and stretched, my sundress brushed against the back of my thighs. I turned and looked at my boyfriend Sam, who was now leaning back in his chair, staring at my ass. I grinned. “Come on, Sami, let’s go back to the hostel.” He grabbed my hand and we walked towards the lot where we had left the car.

As we drove back to the outskirts of town, he ran his free hand up and down the insides of my thigh. “You know we’re staying in a shared room, right?” I said to him. “So don’t get yourself all worked up and whatnot.” He frowned and ruffled my hair.

[MF] “I’ll always be your little slut to use, I can never say no to you.”

So, I wrote about Jen just a [couple days ago](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5sh4yy/mf_kind_of_long_i_19m_didnt_know_she_18f_was_a/) and I’ve been getting a few messages and a lot of PMs asking me for another story about her. I’ll share one that will tie in to a lot of other stories I tell about her if I decide to basically do a “me and Jen” type of storyline on here.

**If you don’t care for set-up, skip to the next bold text!**

So, when it came to college, I went to community college first. Jen’s parents paid for her college, so of course she went to the local university immediately. Well, I had won a really prestigious scholarship at the community college that only 3 others have ever gotten in its 50 something year existence. As a recipient, I was required to give a speech during the ceremony honoring many students who received rare or sponsored scholarships or went on to Ivy Leagues or recruited to state school sports programs. I was also inducted in the business school’s honorable mentions hall. I could invite one guest and I didn’t want to make my parents fight over a spot, so I asked Jen if she wanted to go. She was elated and accepted. It had a formal dress code, as in men suit and tie and women formal dresses. Jen wanted to get a new dress for it, so I told her she had to let me pick it out for her. We went shopping a week before for a dress for her.

[MF] Snow day hook-up

Many years ago, my roommates and I were in the last few weeks of our lease. I was the last one leaving the apartment, so it was bare bones: couch, entertainment center in the living room, my bed and boxes of packed clothes in the living room.

I was bored one Friday night and was browsing Match when a new profile caught my attention: a younger (20) red head (my weakness), looking to meet a “real guy”. I was 25 at the time, and she was 40 minutes away, but I went for it.

We moved to IM pretty quick, and she was complaining about guys her age, and how she had a tough time finding a guy because of her size. I was caught off-guard by the last statement, as none of her pictures made her look big. Turns out she was 6′ tall. I told her that I’m only 5’10”, but “that shouldn’t matter if it’s the right person.”

I invited her to my place the next day to hang out, and she agreed.

It ended-up being a hell of a snow storm, so we decided to stay in. I made dinner, we had wine (which made her feel sophisticated), and planned to watch some movies.

Are you seeking employment? [M4f]

The first time I laid eyes on her, I had just reach the university to pick up my Doctorate diploma, I had graduated during the winter session. The school was packed with young girls hurrying to their classes. It was a Private Christian University populated full of girls much younger than I. I drove in with my motorcycle, removing my helmet just in time to admire the few girls walking past in their tights shorts. Fantasy circled my mind as I watched the moment of their perfectly round asses walk, when you caught my eye, perfectly dressed in a skirt, pale legs emerging from the teaching building. Your brown hair was perfectly curled as the bounce in your step walking towards the same building I was heading towards. I put my helmet under my arms, removing my gloves and taking apart my leather jacket to follow you towards the admiration building. Admiration came from other views as girls gave me a long glance. My jeans and skin tight t-shirt showed off the muscles from years of working part time as a gym instructor. I gave a few a wink as giggles followed.

Our new home. [MF] part 2.

I strutted over to her, with a new confidence given to me by my girl practically begging for my cock. I slammed him in to her, she gasped and shouted oh yes. Fuck me hard babe. I was riding her like a sex crazed bull, pound after pound. Her moans matching every balls deep stroke, I slowed, realising I have to pace myself, I just repeatedly dip my dick balls deep in and out of her. I continued this, listened to her moans get stronger and more frequent, I picked up the pace a little, still sending my full length into her dripping pussy. Her legs began to shake, I grabbed her hips, and pounded harder, hearing her trying to catch her breath, my dick sinking deep into her with every thrust. Her head lifted up, as a cry of explosive pleasure took over her body, she drops to the table, I pulled my swollen manhood out, left her there a minute.

She gets up. Heads into the kitchen, which is bare, except the 2 glasses wed been using whilst decorating.

I looked and said. You are a naughty little bitch at times.

Biology Class [m/f]

> One of the first stories I wrote. Bit clunky but I think it’s OK, would love some feedback…

The bell rang out over the yard, and we all started to trek back into school after lunch. Damn, I hated biology lessons, and we had double biology all afternoon. Still, at least in biology I got to sit next to Lucy. Fuck, but Lucy was dangerously hot – cute little blonde with sapphire-blue eyes that could make you weak at the knees from the other side of the room. The way she wore her uniform was almost criminal – little pleated skirt that swirled out every time she turned, every time threatening to flash a little knicker, but never quite delivering. Tight little white shirt on top, which her pert young breasts were constantly straining against. Honestly, the girl was a danger to my heart – my blood pressure, especially in one part of me, went through the roof every time she walked into the room.

Walking into the room was just what she was doing. Strolling lightly over to me with her usual fuck-me grin on her face. If you looked up ‘cocktease’ in a dictionary, there’d be a picture of Lucy right there – probably biting her lower lip in that way she always did when she looked over at you.

[fff] Wild Roses pt. 21: Lessons [inc] [bd]

As the road wore on, Trina and Summer made good on their threat, and Autumn spent the next two weeks in a haze of perpetual bliss, squeezed in tight between her sister and the travelling girl, doing anything and everything Trina wanted to practice. The transformational trick Summer had taught her she had down to an art in a couple of days, and not long after she had perfected the art of putting it on someone else as well, and soon she was making liberal use of Autumn for practicing her cock sucking as well as for perfecting her riding form.

Autumn soon found she took particular joy in Trina’s lips wrapped around her cock when Summer put one on herself and joined in, and nothing was quite so intense as shooting her load down Trina’s slender throat while sitting on Summer’s lap, her sister’s hands kneading her breasts and her cock shoved firmly up her ass, except perhaps the taste of her cum on Trina’s lips on her own as she clambered onto her lap to mount her, squeezing her tight with her cunt as she sank down onto Autumn with a gasp or a moan.

Caged in Matrimony Part 1 – [Bi] [MMMFFF] [cuck] [chastity] [Fdom] [voy]

[Becoming acquainted with chastity and learning to enjoy keeping my partner in his cage. Tell me what you think and what you did while reading. If there’s enough response, I’ll continue…]

The doors open to the chamber, the organ begins to play, and Emily steps inside, a shiver of nervous excitement running through her body. The small gathering of strangers, here to bear witness, turn to watch her as she enters the room and walks down the aisle. They are dressed formally for the occasion, and as is the custom, Emily is wearing far less; a thin white corset attached to thigh-high lace stockings and a pair of thong panties. In her hands, she holds a bouquet.

She reaches the front of the room, where her fiancé, Adam, stands waiting in his tuxedo. He eyes her with longing, his hands trembling. Behind him, his five groomsmen stand with their clothes removed, except for black leather collars around each of their necks. And because they are all married men, each one has his penis locked tight inside a chastity cage.

Reverse Massage Fantasy Part 1 (no sex…yet)

It’s Monday. I open my drawer containing my blue appointment book. I flip through the pages until I land on today’s date. As I glance through the names on the page, I notice a different handwriting than mine. Someone booked a late appointment and didn’t even tell me. I gaze at the name with puzzled disbelief.

Great, not only is it a late appointment, but it’s someone new… Fuck my life. Hopefully someone will be a little more vocal next time. I’ll talk with Sam. She might know who this is or who put him down.

Now Sam is absolutely stunning. I find myself thinking about her more and more each day. She is an average sized girl, maybe 5’4 with long straight brown hair that would reach the bottom of her luscious breasts. A calm mild manner surrounds her that most people would write off, but I think she has a few sexy secrets she’s saving for a rainy day. Sam wears little to no make up, she illuminates beautifully with her natural look. Her eyes, constantly changing between a mild green and a light blue with a gold ring in the middle.

Rya’s Resistance (Part 1) (F/F)

*I don’t know why, but I’m trying my hand at a little, not-so-distant future, dystopian, sci-fi thing. Let’s see how this goes.*

**December 18, 2018**

Helen’s pulse raced with nervous excitement, pursuing Gwen up the apartment steps. She zoned in on the side-to-side sway of Gwen’s full, high-waisted denim hips, running her hand along the multi-colored, Christmas lights decorating the metal banister.

Gwen fumbled edgily with her keys. “This is me,” she giggled. As if the apartment could be anybody else’s, the only one on the small complex’s second story.

Once the door was freed from its lock, she hurriedly escorted Helen indoors, standing lookout, scanning the small-town terrain, on that dark night, for any gossiping snoops.

“I’m sorry, this place is such a fucking disaster,” Gwen apologized, aimlessly bouncing around her cramped, studio apartment, picking up bits of trash scattered around the living room. But Helen didn’t mind in the slightest, predatorily stalking around her with solely lecherous intent, resisting the urge to pounce.

Gwen unloaded an armful of gas-station, fountain drink cups into the kitchen trash, unaware of Helen’s presence directly behind her. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, but her invitation wouldn’t be answered, turning around to be shockingly met by Helen’s syrupy lips.