Just For Fun - Sex Stories

Just For Fun

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Phoebe's wedding was on.

I remember, because Ross and Monica weren't on-screen at the same time very much. Whenever Ross and Monica were in a scene together, at least a part of me would be watching the show. I couldn't help but imagine them sneaking off, fucking, Ross using his sister's body for his pleasure. He should own her. He should fuck her every hole, whenever he has a chance. She should thank him for doing so.

Phoebe's wedding was on. Emily and I were whispering fantasies back and forth. It must have been a weekend, because we'd been getting each other off for hours. Hours that felt like days.

"Your tits are so perfect," Emily was whispering. "They're so big, for my brother. That's why you have big tits, to turn my brother on."

I nodded. It was true. My tits were big, to turn her brother on.

"Your mouth was made for sucking cock," she said. I loved sucking cock. I'd never done it, but I knew that I loved it. It was what I was best at. It was what I was made for.

It turned me on more than anything.

"You're being used by my brother," Emily continued. "He's pounding into you, using your wet snatch to stimulate his cock."

"That's all I'm good for," I muttered, and she smiled. It was so lovely to have a partner who shared your turn-ons.

"That's all you're good for," she said.

If I hadn't been so hazy with arousal, I probably would have noticed the weird tone that crept into her voice. But I was so focused on my own pleasure, ...

... I didn't even notice her slow down, her voice get shaky.

"I..."

She hesitated. I continued to rub her slick pussy, enjoying the fresh wave of lubrication that seemingly came from nowhere.

"I'm not there," she said, and that got my attention.

"Oh?"

"My brother is fucking your wet cunt, but I'm not there."

"Where are you?" I asked. It didn't feel real. It felt like a dream.

"I'm not there," she said again, and my fingers slowed down.

"Emily?"

"I'm somewhere else," she moaned, and my eyes finally focused. She looked like she was about to cum. "I'm at your house."

"Why are you at my house?"

"I'm in your bedroom," she said, grabbing my hand and forcing me to rub her clit. "I'm in your bedroom, being used...byyour brother."

Just a Thought

by Pan

Chapter 2: Just a Fetish

Emily and I had fought before, but never like this.

We were both lawyers, not that it helped. Some people have this idea that lawyers always argue like they're in court, presenting evidence and rationally posing objections.

When Emily and I fight, we getmean. I recognize it in myself - I'll snipe at her, never letting her finish a point. In turn, she'll change the subject...typically onto some slight I'd performed in the last few days. I'll get mad at her for changing the topic, she'll accuse ME of not dealing with whatever it was she just randomly brought up...it isn't productive, and it isn't pleasant.

This wasn't like that.

After Emily's gasping admission, ...