My decision to go to school was not entirely my own. College applications littered the kitchen table every time I would sit to eat breakfast. The same lecture penetrated my ears but nothing could get to me. After the argument about who would pay, I decided to get my grades up and gather as many scholarships as I could. Soon the effort paid off and I was able to go a college of my own choosing. My parents argued about my choice but I realized that it was my own adventure and they couldn’t do anything about it. The journey seemed easy as I already had a roommate and classes that peaked my interest in so many ways. One class in particular was computer science. The first day in class, we were assigned a twelve page paper and we had to create a game in JavaScript in two weeks. The stress was unbearable but exciting at the same time.Two weeks had passed and it was time to turn in my paper and project to Professor Fera. A weird exchange formulated as I gave him my paper to grade. An eyebrow raise as he looked intensely at me then took the paper from my hands. The next day class went on as usual then we were dismissed. I started to grab my things when the Professor called me to the front to talk about my paper. He told me to have a seat on his desk because he wanted to talk to me about the paper I wrote. Although I had seen him everyday for two weeks I didn’t realize how blue his eyes were behind his circle lenses. He paced in front of me for a moment then gently ran his fingers through his dark curly hair. “Tabitha, your paper is decent but it lacks some significant understanding about coding.” He stood for a second looking through me as if my response should appear magically.Then suddenly he stood right in front of me as my legs dangled from his desk. His lips became moist as he kept questioning me about the paper. My fat bottom began to warm his desk and I could feel my pussy swell up with juice. His intensity set my body ablaze and I wanted him to do something to me. “Tabitha are you listening to me?” he moved his glasses down to the edge of his nose focusing on my thighs. I snapped back into focus and told him yes I am listening. Standing, he leaned in close to me and stood in between my thighs. “Tabitha your paper needs some fixing but I can help you if you want me to?” he laid the paper down next to my thigh and gripped them with both his hands. Massaging my thighs he leaned closer to my ear whispering,”Do you want to be my best student?” as his two fingers pushed inside me in and out. I started to moan, but he put his hands to my lips to quiet my desire. The pulsating of my pussy reached a higher level as his fat cock begin to push against his pants. I asked him could I suck it and thats when he said,”One lesson at a time Tabitha.” he stopped fingering my wet pussy and told me to turn around. I was so high off his words that I turned and bent over on his desk. As my heart raced I imagined his fat cock deep in my anal. I wanted him to fill my hole so bad that I had already created the scene in my mind. The Professor spread my fat bottom and licked me all inside. His tongue put me over the edge and I felt as if I wanted to cum so badly but thats when he stopped, smacked my ass and said, “Tabitha join me and my wife for dinner tonight I love to share.”[Lfconfessions ](http://lfconfessions.com/2017/05/31/chemistry/)
Tag: Wife
Oops too deep [mf] NSFW
Having sex with my wife today. She is 5’2 108lbs petite and awesome we were having sex for the 2nd time today (yay) and had her on her knees beautiful ass in the air and she looked so good. I was on my knees tongue in her ass she was rocking back fucking my face. Then I mounted her. That sweet little ass was rippling I smacked that ass grabbed her hips and went for broke.
I was slamming into her hard. She helped, shot off my dick, and rolled onto her back. There was a look of pain on her face. She just said “too deep”. We laid there for a while then she said she wanted me to finish but to go easy. I am not a selfish lover so I went down on her first and made her cum before sliding into her and giving her a nice slow fuck until I came.
I am not huge but apparently big enough. So it will be a couple of days until we can go again but that ass is awesome and wow she was working it. Next time I will have to maintain a bit more control ;)
A visit from the mailman [MF][Quickie]
It was a tale as old as time. A cliché, even — the lonely, neglected wife and the mailman. But here I was, peering out of the curtains, my eyes darting up and down the suburban street. My hands fidgeted with my black silk robe, untying it ever so slightly to reveal my soft skin underneath. The only other thing on me was a pair of black lace panties. I glanced at the time; 3:12. And like clockwork, the white truck turned on the street, bright from the reflecting sunlight. My heart leapt in my throat as I saw him leave the truck and approach the houses on my side of the block. We’ve come so close before, so much heat and tension between us – would today be the day? He started walking towards the house, shuffling his hands through his mailbag, looking furtive. I took a deep breath — here goes nothing. I positioned myself by the door as I heard the familiar *clank* of the mailbox being shut. I took another deep breath and waited — *one… two… three*…
Sex in the Sunroom – Penny and I #4 (MF, semi public)
Penny didn’t have a lot of sexual fantasies, but one that she did have was to have sex in our sunroom. From what I could tell, it was really the tip of a larger fantasy – she wanted to have sex outside. She told me that the sunroom would be good, because it was still sorta outside and not liable to get us caught or seen. This was clearly something that we would have to explore further and push boundaries a bit, but for now, I was going to get ready for tonight. A sunroom is obviously, all windows, and while it jutted out into our backyard, and the backyard was fairly well enclosed, it wasn’t perfect. Off the back, the widest section, we were good, trees and bushes did the job well. It was the sides that was the issue. Fortunately, for one side, I merely pulled the swing that we had to that side of the deck and line of sight was blocked fairly nicely. The other side was a bit more tricky. While there was absolutely minimal sight lines, I didn’t exactly want to add in any awkwardness between us and our neighbours on the off-chance that they looked over in the exact place that they would have to. Now I could just stack a bunch of stuff on top of each other, but that would be a mite suspicious. So looking around the backyard, I decided to pull the bbq up to the door, it was pretty tall, and it just looked like we had been bbq’ing while it had been raining. It wasn’t perfect, but I’m sure it would do. That being done, I brought the air mattress into the sunroom, pumped it up and covered it with a sheet. Now to wait for the sun to go down.
[FM] My Time as a Whore in Japan, Part 3: My Favorite Night
Hi again! Sorry it’s been so long since the last time I wrote – life’s been a bit busy for me. I really also appreciate the people here for their feedback and the conversations I’ve been having with people. It’s really a lot of fun and (for the most part) people are so supportive!
If you haven’t read the first part of the story, it might not make sense. So you can read it [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qt8xc/fm_my_time_as_a_whore_in_japan_pt_1/)!
On with the story!
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The next “client” took a while to be arranged. After my second time, schoolwork got busy and I actually had to put whoring off to the side for a while. After experiencing something so exciting in a short amount of time, though, I couldn’t shake off my horniness – it also may have been thanks to the stress of schoolwork. This was around the time when I bought myself a vibrator (which took a surprising amount of effort in Japan) and spent a lot of nights myself masturbating while reading stories here and occasionally jumping into a text-only chatroom.
Not a Sound, Pt. 2 (Cheating, Ageplay, Risky, Oral)
I was sure that someone must have heard what had happened. Paranoia crept into my every thought, along with the guilt of what I’d done with Emma the night before.
The night when I’d fucked a nineteen your old student of mine in my tent.
Over breakfast I had gingerly asked my colleagues whether they had heard any strange noises last night, but none of them claimed to have heard a thing. I’d shared a brief look with the teen that I’d shared myself with and she offered no visible cue of what she was thinking.
Finding time to speak with Emma alone was impossible, even though I really needed to. I came inside of her. Not just a little, but fully emptied my sack into her tight pussy. I wanted to ask if she was on birth control, I wanted to hear what she was thinking. Did she feel the same guilt I did? She did have a boyfriend at home after all. And she had instigated it all – it wasn’t like I would have instigated anything. It took her hand around my manhood to coax any real reaction from me.
An Inappropriate Nightcap (Cheating, Ageplay)
There was a palpable sense of relief when the final bell rang at the end of another school term. The children are hasty, chairs scraping on the tiled floor so that my well wishes for the coming summer break are well and truly drowned out. It’s a cacophony of noise as they excitedly leave my room, loudly talking over one another about plans for the break until the noise dwindles into the distance and I am finally left alone with my thoughts and the motes of dust in the afternoon light.
I lean back and push my glasses up to rest on my increasingly creased forehead, battle scars from a tiring and draining career. My hands drag over cheeks and into my short blonde hair, and I close eyes as my body finally relaxes. All I want to do is to curl up and sleep for the summer, perhaps see if James wants to go away somewhere. Of course he won’t want to – he was always far too busy with work. But he’s paid well, and because of the hours he sinks in we can both live comfortably in a very nice house, and I can teach what I am passionate about without having to worry about bills.
The night I became a unicorn [FFM]
I’d been talking to this couple for a month now, and we’d met once before, but tonight was the night that we were finally going to do the deed — the long awaited threesome.
I’d had a glass of rose before I left my apartment, so the gin and tonic I ordered at the bar was already my second drink of the night, meaning I was feeling friendly and chatty.
“I love your eyes,” the husband gushed in his French accent. It was a sentiment he’d expressed a few times during our first meeting, but I don’t tire of compliments :)
During our time at the restaurant, the three of us talked and laughed and shared desserts. The husband kept rubbing his leg against mine, and a few times, his hand would caress my thigh and he would smirk at me. Our waiter and other restaurant patrons were definitely looking. I blushed but I was enjoying it, so I hope they enjoyed the show.
I had three G&Ts by the time we left the bar, so I was pretty tipsy by that point. The husband languidly smoked a cigarette as we walked the few blocks to my apartment.
Heather and Joe part 6
A cold and rainy day in mid-February weather forecast for snow later. There was a basketball game that night against an archrival team, so the cheer squad were decked out in their uniforms during the day. The design on their chest was a large ‘H’ with a stitched illustration of a 19th century pioneer with his covered wagon. As per the plan, Heather told her squad to meet her in front of her locker in the senior hallway during brunch. All the other girls were holding heart shaped balloons, Teddy bears and bags of goodies received from admirers and friends. Joe told his nerd crew to stand witness as he approached the girls. He wore his usual slob ensemble complete with Star Trek T-shirt. One of the girls noticed him and whispered something to the others. They all glanced then looked away as if there was nothing of importance happening. Joe walked to within a couple of feet and said “Heather Sommers?”
At first they pretended not to notice.
“Heather, I have something for you.” Joe said.
“What?” Heather sneered. The other girls regarded Joe with barely concealed contempt as he handed her the homemade card which was an exact replica of the one he made in 6th grade.
Heather and Joe Part 2
The next day was uneventful. The only vaguely interesting thing to Heather was cheerleading practice. The girls practically ran things themselves for the coach was there in name only. Ashley Neeson was the football coach’s 24 year old trophy wife whose only qualification for the job was her last name. She was usually late for practice and spent most of it glued to her phone. The only good aspect of her leadership was that she wasn’t a martinet like the last coach and would let them rest their injuries. Today it seemed like the whole squad had a sore ankle or smashed wrist, so practice was light dance routines and a few new chants. When they were finished, Brad texted her that he’ll be riding with someone else.
The following day was as uninteresting as the last. At the afterschool Yearbook meeting Heather was looking through the previous year’s edition when stumbled upon the picture of Joe Stevens.
“Good lord look at him!” She gasped.
“What’s up?” asked her friend Rachel.
“My math tutor. I thought he was a slob, but I figured he’d at least try to look good for his picture.”