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FRIENDS AND LOVERS
The ultimate betrayal occurs when a person sleeps with their best friend’s mate. Or does it? After all, what if they’re attracted to each other and find themselves thrown together unexpectedly. It isn’t as if they’re planning to run off with each other. Maybe what they’re doing will result in more pleasure for everybody involved.
Ron and Linda live on Pleasant Street. Lynette, Linda’s best friend from college, is staying with them for a while so she can get over a very messy divorce.
Ron told me once he’s had the hots for Lynette for years. What if she has the hots for him? Since she’s now living with Ron and his wife, a very volatile situation could be developing right here on our street. Ever since Lynette – who is one of the hottest-looking women I’ve ever seen – arrived, I’ve been wondering what’s going to happen. Will Ron be able to resist temptation?
Like I said, I’ve been thinking about it. Like I do with a lot of my thoughts, I made a story out of it. Maybe the story tells what actually is going on, maybe it doesn’t. Actually, does it matter?
‘BE QUIET, SHE’LL HEAR US!’
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Ron’s back arched as he drove his hips down, thrusting his cock deep into his pretty wife’s willing, lush body. ‘Baby!’ he groaned, ‘You’re incredible!’
‘Shh!’ his wife, Linda, whispered and pressed her hand against his mouth. ‘Lynette is in the next room. She’ll hear us!’
Ron was aware of that. What Linda didn’t know was that half the reason he was this horny was Lynette, Linda’s blonde, gorgeous former college roommate, who was staying with them while she tried to get her life back in order after going through a very messy divorce. Ron always had a yen for Lynette and her presence their house had him in a state of perpetual randiness.
Lynette was a very sexy lady, he thought, and the way she dressed accentuated that. In addition, she’d been dropping hints ever since she arrived that Ron would be welcome in her bed any time he chose.
‘Oh!’ Linda moaned softly, ‘You are horny, aren’t you?’ Her body quivered with delicious feelings of pleasure his driving penis sent rocketing through her. She had no idea why he suddenly was so horny, but she loved it. She hadn’t been fucked so well, or so often in a long time. She’d begun to wonder if he no longer found her attractive.
‘Unnhh! Unnhh!’ Ron groaned. His efforts to be quiet faded as thrills shot through him. He looked down at his buxom, dark-haired wife and watched, delighted, as his thrusts rocked her body and caused her full breasts to bob and jiggle. Her gorgeous face was flushed with passion.
Then he closed his eyes and slammed into her even harder, imagining it was slim, petite, blonde, Lynette into whose body he was driving. That did it. With gut-wrenching intensity, massive quantities of scalding, gooey cream gushed from him, splashing into his wife’s vagina.
‘Ahh!’ he moaned, ‘Take it, Baby! Take my come!’
‘Yes! Oh! Yes!’ Linda groaned in reply. ‘Take me! Take me! Oh, Lord, that’s good! I’m coming, too!’ Powerful spasms convulsed her as his orgasm triggered hers.
When he finished, Ron pulled his softening cock out of his wife’s body and rolled onto his back next to her on the bed. Although he’d come wonderfully, he felt an ache, an unsatisfied need. He wanted Lynette! But she was Linda’s best friend, so it was an impossible dream.
Linda, satisfied astonishingly well, snuggled against her husband and fell sound asleep. The sleep of a sated woman.
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While Ron lay next to his wife, thinking about her, Lynette flopped into her bed, more turned on than she’d been in a long time. She had been walking down the hallway, heard the moans coming from the master bedroom, and through the slightly ajar door watched her former college roommate get screwed silly by her husband who, it seemed, was quite a lover.
Alone in her bed, Lynette trembled with need. She moved her hands over her body, caressing herself through the thin material of her nightie. She cupped her small breasts, the nipples already hard and pointed. The movement brought a low moan of delight from her rosy lips.
Since Tom left her, she’d gotten quite good at loving herself. Actually, now that she thought about it, what she did to herself made her feel better than Tom ever had. She’d never, ever been loved the way Ron had been loving Linda, though. Just the memory of what she’d seen pushed her excitement up another notch.
Ron, still awake, continued contemplating the possibility of making it with Lynette. He imagined what her slim, girlish body – in contrast to his wife’s lush, full form – would look like
unclothed. How did she act when she was making love? What would fucking her feel like? As he fantasized, his cock began to swell and grow hard again.
Meanwhile, Lynette had her nightgown pulled up and was caressing her naked belly and legs, her body moving with building passion. Her hands slid between her thighs and she began exploring her own vagina.
‘Mmmm!’ a soft moan escaped from her lips, as thrills provoked by her own touch, shot through her. Her body quaked as she slid first one, then two, fingers into her needing hole. Her other hand began a circular motion on her engorged clit. She pleasured herself, her body writhing, soft mewls of pleasure issuing from her ruby lips.
While Lynette twisted and squirmed in lonely passion Ron, still unable to sleep, decided to go to the bathroom. He slipped out of bed, put on his robe and started down the hall. As he passed Lynette’s room, he thought he heard a moan.
He stopped at her door and listened. It was a moan and it seemed to be coming from Lynette’s room!
‘I’ll be damned!’ he thought. ‘Those sound like moans of pleasure to me!’
Curious, he opened the door a tiny bit. She’d left her light on and what he saw sent shock-waves of excitement through him. His erect cock jumped and parted the folds of his robe.
Lynette, beautiful, lithe, blonde Lynette, was lying on top of the bed, her nightgown pulled up around her neck, her body twisting and jerking as she pleasured herself with her hands!
Her breasts – small, but perfectly shaped hills of flesh – were topped by swollen, dark
areolas and rigidly extended nipples. Her eyes were closed and her long golden hair had fanned out, framing her flushed, lovely face which was slack with passion.
‘Oh! Ohh!’ she moaned softly, ‘Fuck me! Fuck me! Ron! Oh, Ron! Fuck me!’
Ron couldn’t believe what he was hearing! In the heat of passion, Lynette was calling out his name! She wanted him! He opened the door and, stiff-legged, walked toward the bed where the beautiful woman lay, lost in self-induced passion.
As Ron walked toward her, he shed his robe. His cock, a swollen, veined obelisk with a purple arrow-shaped head, pointed toward the object of his desire.
Lynette, totally absorbed in the rapture she was giving herself, wasn’t aware he’d come in to her room. Eyes tightly shut, she was still imagining that Ron was the source of the incredible joy that ripped through her body. God! It actually felt as if he was touching her, his hand sliding over her belly, replacing hers, caressing her inflamed clit! It felt so incredibly good! Never had she experienced such a real fantasy!
‘Oh!’ she moaned and her body arched upward. She opened her eyes, or thought she did, and saw Ron, naked, bending over her, his hand in her groin! She blinked. She wasn’t imagining it, he was caressing her!
‘Ron! Oh, no!’ she groaned, her excitement jumping to unbearable levels.
‘Yes,’ he replied softly. ‘You want me, and I want you.’
He got onto the bed next to her and moved between her legs, the whole time continuing
the circular movement of his hand, keeping her so wild with rapture she couldn’t think straight.
The continued rise and fall of Lynette’s hips encouraged him, as di
d the fact that her movements became more urgent when he slid his finger into her.
Lynette was too turned on to resist. She felt Ron kneel between her legs, then the hot, sticky tip of his penis slapped against her aching pussy. Her hands pulled at him as he placed the tip of his cock between her soaked vaginal lips, and thrills cascaded over her as she felt the massive pole of flesh invade her, fill her as she hadn’t been filled in a long, long time!
‘Yes! Yes!’ she groaned. She didn’t care! She wanted him! ‘Oh, heavens, I need that!’
It hadn’t been that long since he’d come, but Ron was as turned on as he’d ever been. The sweet sensations caused by her clasping, enveloping vagina squeezing his sensitized cock soon had him atremble with need. Fully buried in her, he forced himself to remain still, relishing the incredible feelings, marveling at how really wonderful it felt.
‘You’re so sweet!’ he whispered. ‘So tight!’
Lynette knew she shouldn’t be fucking her best friend’s husband, but couldn’t stop. She needed to be fucked so badly! As he started to move in her, her hips responded, causing glorious sensations to radiate through her body from the friction of their joined organs.
‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ she cried, ‘Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me!’
Her plea stirred Ron to greater efforts. His hips pounded against hers, her body jolting, her small, jellied breasts jiggling slightly. In and out, in and out his hard pole worked in her
tightly clutching cavern, the sensations so sweet it was almost unbearable.
‘Ah! Ah! Ahh!’ she cried, ‘That’s it! Yes! That’s it! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!’ Her body arched and strained as release rushed through it.
‘Yeah! Oh, yeah!’ Ron moaned, his cock pulsing, powerful blast after powerful blast of his juices spewing into her.
Done, he lowered himself on her and covered her mouth with his. Avidly, Lynette returned the kiss. They lay there, lips locked together for a while, their bodies occasionally twitching as after-shocks of pleasure rippled through them.
‘That…that was wonderful!’ she told him. ‘I…I really needed that. But…but we shouldn’t have.’
Ron smiled and kissed her again. When the kiss ended, he looked at her. ‘I don’t want to, but I guess I should get back to my own bed,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll see you in the morning. As far as I’m concerned, this isn’t going to end here.’ He kissed her again, slipped out of bed, and was gone.
‘This doesn’t end here?’ Lynette wondered about his comment after he’d gone. ‘What did he mean?’ The possibilities occurred to her and she shuddered with delight.
Finally, wonderfully satisfied, she fell asleep.
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Chapter 6: Marya Stops By As I said at the beginning of this collection of stories, I’m a writer and I live on Pleasant Street. Something happened the other day when my wife was away, something I never in my whole life dreamed would happen. An attractive woman named Ann Truro lives just down the block from me. I admit I’ve had more than one sexual fantasy about her, but I’ve never let Ann, or anyone else, know how I feel. Ann has a daughter, Marya, who, although she’s still young, is every...
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Hi everyone! This is Vatsal back again. I am really glad about the response and love you gave to my writing. I am back with a new experience about a pleasant surprise that I received. I got a mail from a reader appreciating my work. Her name is Manali. She is really a sweet woman and was happy to read my story. We started talking on Hangout. It was nice talking with her, and we were talking daily. She used to enjoy my description for her and always wanted to keep her face as a secret. She was...
Hi friends I am regular reader of ISS since fr 1year after reading this stories decided to express my story which happened in my engg college days me Ravi kumar from Hyderabad age 24 working in MNC About Shanthi aunty she was very sexy age 30 Shanthi aunty, my mother’s brother wife , on return from pune , purchased a flat in our apartment complex and moved in there. He husband, Arun uncle was transferred to Delhi and he had to constantly travel and aunty thought that she may move over to our...
Pleasant Valley Saturday At about 11:00 on a warm Saturday morning in early August, Jack Brady opened his front door and stepped out. Jack, a good-looking man in his late forties, was married to Susan. It was just the two of them in the household, as their two adult daughters now lived elsewhere. Jack began walking with a purposeful stride towards the house of his neighbors, the Greens. The Green family consisted of Pete, Adrian, and Tommy. Pete and Adrian were also in their...
I’m an imaginative girl, but what with teaching and the extra exams I’ve decided to mark I simply haven’t the time to enjoy owning my new slave as much as I should. I must admit that while I’m in the middle of a lesson and I recall his face as I last kicked his balls or made him drink a cup full of my spit I start to giggle and the kids always ask me what I’m laughing at. It’s good for them to know that their teacher is a bubbly young woman of 26 who enjoys life. Let’s just hope they never...
I bought a house a few years ago in what was a predominantly older neighborhood with a few exceptions. One of those exceptions lives right across the street from me. Her name is Gloria and she has two kids. One is a young teenager and the other, a few years younger than that. Since I moved in in the middle of January, I really didn’t meet anybody for the first few months I lived there. Everybody was hibernating for the winter, I included.Well, when spring came around, I started meeting a few of...
MILFAt just 18, I found myself working my ass off just to make it on my own. I had a full time minimum paying job and a part-time job that paid a little more. My girlfriend had moved out just two months into a year long rental agreement. She had been cheating on me while I was at work in our apartment. I had taken out an ad for a roommate a few weeks later. I worked as a pizza cook and helped with truck deliveries during the week. On weekends, I worked for a cleaning company. It was on a Wednesday,...
Ana picked up on the streetThat Friday would be my third night home alone. Victor was in a long business trip and he did not even when he could be backing home.On late afternoon I went to the local mall; some shopping would calm me down for sure. I felt really horny; my desire of fucking a good cock was keeping me on fire. But there was nothing I could do than wait for my loving Victor’s coming back home…When I was on my way back, I met a black man on the street.He stared at me from head to...
SUNDAY ON STICKY STREET NUMBER 1... “Bitch” Michael said to Sam. "You acted like a real slut last night, I thought we were going out for a quiet drink.” “A quiet drink at “The Beating Bishop.” You’ve got to be kidding, there’s no such thing as a quiet drink at the “Bishop” on a Saturday night, you know that. Besides, you got on very well with that Highway Patrol man didn’t you!”Sam replied. “It wasn’t him," Michael replied, "it was all that lovely leather.” He giggled. “Besides, he was much...
Group SexDashing out of the strip club with $1200 in hand after five hours in the champagne room, I was ready for a night out with Gibson. I called him on my drive home to make sure he was ready to go clubbing. My sexy man was getting dressed when I entered the master bath. He was wearing jeans and a trendy, untucked dress shirt I recently picked up for him at Buckle. I quickly changed into my skinny jeans, a black lace bra, my favorite black blouse that is two sizes too small, and 5" platfrom heels....
FetishCHAPTER 1 easy street Couple begins their experiment in chastity. The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her not knowing within my own heart just how far I wanted to go with it. The differences are many. I did not order it because my sex life with my wife was unsatisfactory. Nor because I have a remarkably...
BDSMIt was done. A lot of hard work, planning, money and nearly a year of labor went into its making, but as Dave Logan looked upon his creation, he was pleased. The building was exactly as he'd envisioned it. As far as the architect could see, it was his finest piece of work. At six stories high, the structure dominated the small city, and he was certain there wasn't another like it anywhere in the world. Oh, there were other pie shaped buildings in some of the larger cities across the country,...