Seriously, What The Hell Is Wrong With My Best Friend? - Sex Stories

Seriously, What The Hell Is Wrong With My Best Friend?

... sweetie, because you love me," she moaned, as her breathing became quite heavy. I went all the way onto it so that the entire seven-inch dildo occupied my mouth. I pushed it against her clit as she ordered, and the entire bed vibrated. Her hands put some pressure on my head and I immediately began choking a bit. "Oh," I said, backing out a bit. "Be nice to your best friend," I warned her, looking up at her. "I'm sorry; do you still love me?" she asked, displaying a puppy face. "Yes, harlot," I replied, arching up. Her hands went down onto my butt and she pulled me to her. She lifted me up slightly with one hand, and with the other grabbed the dildo. She guided it to my slit and let it slide right in. "Ride me, Naomi, and show me how much you love me," she said, putting her other hand on my butt. She held me as she kneeled, and I began bouncing up and down slightly as she began to thrust the dildo again. My hands landed on her shoulders while my tits shook, and she had to lean her head back a bit. We both still had our eyes on each other, and could see that we were in fact having the best time of our long friendship. Neither one of us could stop smiling it seemed, even as we were already tiring each other out. "Damn, you have my head spinning, you tart," I said. "Hey," she snapped, just before she spanked me with her right hand. "That's 'best friend tart' to you!" Her top teeth showed as they pressed down onto her bottom lip. "Fuck me so hard that you pass out; I wanna rub ...

... David's nose in it." She abruptly stopped and her eyebrows dropped south. "No, don't tell him about this." My hands dropped down and landed on the bed. "Why not? He's a dick and he deserves it for just stealing you from me." We looked at each other with confused faces for a moment and said nothing. A minute later, she looked to the side towards his room and turned back to me. "Will you just promise me you won't tell him?" "So, you're planning on staying with him?" I asked, displaying a dirty face. "Yes. I mean, why not? I can have cock and pussy; I may not love him, but I love you." "You love me, but you want to keep having sex with him?" I inquired, hitting the bed with both hands. "Is that what you are telling me?" "Yes; please don't make me choose. You mean too much to me, and I can't pass up mind blowingly great sex. He is a dick, but he has a phenomenally great one he knows how to use." I looked at her and saw the frowning face wore. I saw her as the innocent young woman she was when we met ten years before, the one I had spent endless hours with over the years. "Give me another orgasm and I won't make you choose." She pitched another smile at me, and then she pushed us both down to the bed. Her palms came in contact with the bed again and she rose up to her knees, grabbed onto my hips, and began thrusting the dildo in and out of my pussy yet again. "Are you gonna cum for me, Naomi? Soil your bed sheets and forever taint my dildo too? Will you make it love your pussy, so it ...