Continuation of "My GF; Fucking & How We Met" and not recommended as a standalone work. If you do just want to read some sex scenes (or like to "prepare" for them ;), they're bookended with ~~~. Fictional story containing graphic lesbian sex. I run back upstairs and put on some clothes. I'm now wearing my matching "I don't want to be no furry-footed bur...
It was a tale as old as time. Two childhood friends grow apart over the years, but fate brings them back together. Brandi had known Kate since they were kids but only through high school. She had drawn the short stick in the puberty lottery and Kate became the queen slut of the school. Brandi could stand to lose about thirty pounds and still had some acne, b...
I was always terrible at singing, I'll be honest. My girlfriend Ellie made a rule in our apartment: I can't sing. Ever. I've always wanted to try, but Ellie would never let me, so when she mentioned my singing talent, I thought she was going to insult it. Not this time. "Hey, I think I may have found someone who might be able to help you with your singing."...
I had invited Ava to dinner at my house. We'd worked together for about six months and I thought her gorgeous. She had a dirty sense of humor and a wicked body to go with it -- long legs, fantastic tits if her low cut tops were any indication, and long, chestnut colored hair. She always wore red lipstick and matching nail polish. We'd been friendly, even sha...
Note **I'm not sure where to take this story, I would love some feedback!** **This is a continuation of A Tale of Two Pussies, please read the previous chapters for a better understanding.** Mary Ann bounced on my strap-on. I loved her like this; hot, horny, a complete slut. My slut. I pinched her dark nipples hard and she cried out. "Fuck me baby. God...
Teresa, exhausted after watching the video that she had discovered the previous night, had fallen asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. Anticipating that Jenni might be returning by the morning to greet Teresa, she was disappointed to wake up to a empty room, with barely an hour to spare before the first lecture of the day. Deciding that she...
Bent over on the couch Rebecca has her panties down to her knees with her right hand between her legs with two fingers shoved in as far as they would go into her pussy. Her juices steadily slide down the back of her hand and dripping onto the couch beneath her as she moans softly to herself. The door to the small lounge opens hurriedly with two figure stepp...
We met in college. I imagined I was straight, and she taught me otherwise, approaching me brazenly on a frat house dance floor and peremptorily cupping my sweaty breasts and sticking her tiny tongue in my mouth. I was drunk—the refuge I sought when trying to explain what happened through the night after that when I woke to find her curled against my body the...
The summer I was 21 I spent 3 months studying in France. It was the most wonderful time in my life. The first day there I met another American girl and we instantly became great friends. Liv was from New York and was totally sophisticated and beautiful. Every day after class we would wander around town, sit in cafes, shop, or sunbathe by the lake. We were...
To be perfectly honest, Kristen never thought she had a chance with Andrea. Andrea was, after all, the sexiest woman Kristen had ever laid eyes on; everything on her perfect-woman checklist, neatly marked off. Kristen considered her well out of her league, and contented herself to admire from afar. Or, since they ran in overlapping social circles and had a...