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Fucking My Best Friend’s Dad! And more ;)

My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.

Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out. Read more »

Fucking My Best Friend’s Dad (Part 1 of 5). Tell me where you want it to go! Please comment after reading all parts!

My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.

Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out. Read more »

While the Wife is Away, Both Will Play!

Zachary Williams wasted no time in texting his best friend the moment his wife walked out the door. Brittany, his wife of seven years, had a software conference in Miami for the week. While she never traveled for work, her company sent a representative each year to a conference that was designed to update the companies on changes to their software systems. In reality, it was just a big party that VioTech threw each year to appreciate the thousands of dollars that their clients, Brittany’s company included, overspent for services each year. She was more than happy to get to the beaches of South Florida and out of the cold, extended winter of Minneapolis. Although it was the middle of May, the temperatures in Minnesota were still hovering just above freezing at night and still cool enough for a heavy jacket during the day. She ached to let the sun kiss her skin while sipping a cocktail with her toes in the sand. Brittany was more than happy the day her boss told her that she was the one going to Miami, and she certainly didn’t object.

*Jessica replied almost immediately to her friend’s text: What’s wrong?* Read more »

Crushing on My Best Friend’s Dad, Was He Into It?! [age gap]

My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.

Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out. Read more »

Fucking My Friend while His Wife is Away! Spoiler: It Works out for All of Us!

While the two best friends drove to a trendy wine bar not far from Jessica’s place, Brittany lathered her legs and nether regions with a generous amount of gel. The warmth of the water had opened her pores and she always used a fresh blade. The combination of the two made for silky smooth skin without the hassle of razor burn. Once satisfied with the results of her shave, Brittany emerged from the pool of cooling water. She let the drain swallow the remnants of her bath as she slowly ran an icy cold rag along her bikini line. This would seal the pores and stop any irritation from surfacing. She wanted to be blemish-free, not only for tonight, but for the days to come at the beach. She dried her blonde hair with the house dryer and used her own iron to sprinkle in curly locks. She applied the lightest of makeup, letting her own natural beauty shine through. She did not deter from the dress that she had brought just for the welcome party. The neckline plunged, but not too much, just enough to show that the flesh that hid beneath the fabric was round and perky. The hem fell just an inch short of fingertip length. The simple black heels that matched the simple black dress made her look anything but simple. She usually opted for stockings, but not tonight. The weather in Miami was much warmer than Minnesota, and her legs were smooth as silk. Her black lace panties matched her invisible bra. She looked in the mirror as she applied the lightest of pink lipsticks. She placed her mobile into a clutch that matched her lips, placed a do not disturb sign on the door, and headed for the lounge. Read more »

Prelude to Becoming a Hot Wife, Cheating First, Sex with Others!

While the two best friends drove to a trendy wine bar not far from Jessica’s place, Brittany lathered her legs and nether regions with a generous amount of gel. The warmth of the water had opened her pores and she always used a fresh blade. The combination of the two made for silky smooth skin without the hassle of razor burn. Once satisfied with the results of her shave, Brittany emerged from the pool of cooling water. She let the drain swallow the remnants of her bath as she slowly ran an icy cold rag along her bikini line. This would seal the pores and stop any irritation from surfacing. She wanted to be blemish-free, not only for tonight, but for the days to come at the beach. She dried her blonde hair with the house dryer and used her own iron to sprinkle in curly locks. She applied the lightest of makeup, letting her own natural beauty shine through. She did not deter from the dress that she had brought just for the welcome party. The neckline plunged, but not too much, just enough to show that the flesh that hid beneath the fabric was round and perky. The hem fell just an inch short of fingertip length. The simple black heels that matched the simple black dress made her look anything but simple. She usually opted for stockings, but not tonight. The weather in Miami was much warmer than Minnesota, and her legs were smooth as silk. Her black lace panties matched her invisible bra. She looked in the mirror as she applied the lightest of pink lipsticks. She placed her mobile into a clutch that matched her lips, placed a do not disturb sign on the door, and headed for the lounge. Read more »

My First Lesbian Experience Via a Foursome, and Did It Turn Me? [somewhat true]

I arrived at Amy’s wearing a barely-there bikini, turquoise. The top lifts my breasts to a position that makes my Bs look like Cs. The bottoms are made of practically nothing, forming a nice little V just above my ass and promptly disappearing. A piece of fabric barely larger than a post-it note covers my nether regions. I’m sure if I bend over, the boys, and girls, can get a little peak if they wish. It’s my go to swimsuit for parties, especially if I want a little nighttime after-party action. And I usually do. Under my bikini was a short little sundress, hitting me well above mid-thigh, of a slightly darker color. Teal. It was shear in spots, almost see through, perfect for going over a swimsuit. Chris greeted me at the door. He is Amy’s boyfriend, and it was his birthday. I’ve been crushing on Chris ever since he started dating my best friend. He hugged me at the door, pulling me into him, his bare chest pressed against me; insta-turn-on. He is off limits, he’s my best friend’s boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t fantasized about him. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t stared at my ceiling while fucking myself with a vibrating dildo and climaxing to the thought of him moving in and out of me. Read more »

A Steamy, Extramarital Affair. Sex with Others. Guess Which One is Me!

Thirty minutes later she was pinned to the inside of her hallway. She kicked off her heels and let Zach move his hands across every curve. She helped him out of his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt as he sucked on her neck. “This is so bad. I’ve never fooled around on her before.”
In between her heavy breaths, Jessica whispered, “Shh, it’s okay. She’s a thousand miles away and will never know. Besides, from what you’ve said, you need a little spice. And I haven’t had sex in almost two months.”
She undid the last button of his shirt and moved to his jeans. She unbuttoned them and fell to her knees. He looked down at her as she pulled the denim down. She wiggled free from the tiniest of straps that held up her dress, and let the fabric fall, exposing the pink lace cradle that held her breasts. She touched him through his boxers before tugging at them. His immensely hard cock gave a bit of resistance, but she finally jerked them over his bulge. His cock popped out, parallel to the floor. He was turned on by Jessica but more so at the thought of having someone other than his wife. He had never cheated but the act turned him on more than he thought it would. He had wanted Jessica for far too long. The sexual tension between them was a fierce passion. Jessica opened her mouth and took the entirety of his cock. A decade of foreplay finally came to an end.
As her husband engaged in adulterous activity with his best friend, Brittany ordered a gin and tonic and took a seat alone at the expansive bar at the Mandarin Oriental. The welcome party was just beginning, and it didn’t take long for a man in his early fifties to spot the thirty-six-year-old blonde drinking alone. He introduced himself as the manager of a company on the west coast that she had forgotten as soon as he said it. She noticed the gold ring on his finger, and he noticed the diamond on hers, but that didn’t stop them from divulging in a harmless flirtatious conversation. The night wore on, the welcome speaker addressed the attendees of the conference in a brief ten-minute speech, passed out the week’s syllabus, and let the party carry on. Brittany asked about his wife in San Diego, while thinking how fun it would be for this handsome older gentleman to fuck her brains out. She downed her third gin and tonic and the two of them took a shot of cherry vodka together. As the alcohol lowered their inhibitions, the conversations drifted from work and family to their adequately mundane sex lives. Ben spoke of how much he loved his wife, but sex sometimes seemed like a routine. Brittany agreed and told him that she was in the same place and was happy to accept this much needed work vacation.
Fifteen minutes later Ben and Brittany cheated on their spouses for the first time. The passion was hotter than the South Florida night. They kissed at the bar with his hand on her silky-smooth thigh, and that is all it took for a spark to become a flame. They made out in the elevator and down the hall to Brittany’s suite. The straps of her dress were off her shoulders before she could even open the door. He pushed her through the entryway, and by the time they got to her bed, they were down to their underwear. Ben admired the perkiness of her breasts, much better than his wife at home. He pushed her to the bed and took full control. He began to slowly kiss down her neck and chest, but she stopped him and said, “To hell with foreplay. Fuck me like you need it, and do whatever you want to me. Anything.” Read more »

My Best Friend’s Dad. Yes, I Wanted Him. And… [teen] [age gap]

My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.

Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out. Read more »