Daughter's Slutty Friend Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Daughter's Slutty Friend Ch. 01

When I got the text from Paige, I laughed out loud. &#034What a slut,&#034 I thought. She'd sent me a picture of her tits practically busting out of this shirt she wore that buttoned all the way up. What a tease. Paige was 18, my daughter's best friend. They were in the same senior class, and did practically everything together. They loved to sunbathe in the backyard, oiled and shining, or jump on the trampoline, shrieking, their tits bouncing beautifully. Emily, my daughter, was gorgeous, tan with black silky hair and a toned gymnast's body. I caught other men looking at her often, and it made me proud—I'd often give them a wink and let them imagine what they would. She kissed me on the mouth, and her lips were always soft and tasted like her sweat. I loved to watch her, especially when she walked around the house in a shirt with no bra and pink panties that hugged her tan little body. Her best friend Paige was 5'6 or so, with the biggest milky white tits and strawberry blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back, blue eyes that sparkled and a cute little upturned nose. She wore one pieces but I could tell from the way she toyed with the straps that she was a hot little slut. The first time we'd been alone together, she made eye contact with me and grinned wickedly. &#034Can I have a soda, Mr. Reed?&#034 &#034Sure,&#034 I said, pointing to the fridge. &#034Just think of this as your house.&#034 &#034Thanks,&#034 she said, opening the fridge and bending over. I couldn't ...

... help but watch her black swimsuit ride the two firm globes of her tight ass, the few stray pubic hairs that made my dick stiffen. She asked me for my cell phone number. &#034My parent's want it,&#034 she said, popping open the can of Coke. &#034In case they need to reach you.&#034 It had been a week later, a week that I spent jacking off to the thought of Paige settling her pussy over my rigid cock, when I got the first message from her. I couldn't believe what I saw. Her tits looked perfect, firm and young. I could imagine their pert little nipples, so suckable. &#034Mr. Reed,&#034 she wrote, &#034Seemed like U wanted 2 see more..&#034 &#034Show me those in person,&#034 I wrote back. &#034LOL,&#034 she wrote, &#034maybe?&#034 Hmm, I thought, the slut was shy. I started imagining scenarios to get her alone, how my daughter Emily, who was a hot piece herself, might fall asl**p early or something and leave me to break in Paige. She obviously wanted this, but wasn't experienced. She would need me to show her the depths of her own desires, to allow her to act out her hidden cravings. I would make her my slut. I loved girls her age. They were playing around with being sexy before they knew what they were offering, t shirts that showed off their flat stomachs, their nipples stiff under their shirts and skirts so short you wanted to just flip them up and start kneading their teen fleshmeat. They walked together in packs, so much skin showing, holding hands, leaning in to each other, ...