It was a curse, being an ugly girl. At almost nineteen, I was still waiting to experience many firsts: first date, first kiss, first... well, you know. Meanwhile, my best friend Helen would be getting married next month. A lot of girls from my graduating class already had husbands. And here I was, living at home with my folks. My job as a typist didn't pay much, but I figured I'd soon be able to rent a small apartment clo...

She wasn't at all what he expected. While reading the many stories she'd published online, Clay had only imagined who she really was. Her identity was concealed by a mildly self-deprecating user name. Still, he couldn't help but visualize her as a curvy redhead, with a naughty smile and a constantly wet pussy. She wrote the filthiest erotic tales, which he consumed as soon as they were posted. He couldn't begin to count t...

Celebrating Valentine's Day proved tricky when one was having an affair. The holiday was never meant to be divided between two lovers. So Gordon and I decided to meet a few days beforehand. Once again, he cleared his afternoon schedule and made a reservation at the nearby hotel. I dressed ridiculously for the weather, choosing a pink babydoll dress, nude thigh-highs, and white stiletto heels. Of course, my Burberry coat w...

Unlike Gordon, I felt little remorse from our deception. After all, I'd purposely set out to seduce my father-in-law. But even as our relationship steered into deeper, more treacherous waters, shame eluded me. I figured that prior to our affair, Gordon had considered himself an honorable man, and a good husband and father. But me? I'd never made much effort to convince myself of my own decency. Maybe a flawed character wa...

Of course, I understood Gordon and I couldn't see each other very often. It wasn't every day that a man could clear his afternoon schedule in order to fuck his daughter-in-law at a hotel. But he let me know I was never far from his mind. We communicated via encrypted messages, trying to cover our tracks as much as possible. It pleased me to be at the forefront of his thoughts, whether it was early morning or late in the e...

My father-in-law drew back the covers and then laid me down on that king-sized bed. After joining me, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid the undergarment down my legs. When our eyes met, he offered me a surprisingly tender smile. Though I sometimes ached for him to play the role of caring father figure, I was too worked up for that now. So I squeezed my tits and fondled my nipples. I licked my...

In the days that followed, I waited to hear from Gordon. Of course, I was in his contacts, just as he was in mine, and it would have taken him only seconds to reach out. My in-laws lived fifteen minutes from me and Julian, so Gordon could have easily stopped by. But as the new year approached, I feared he regretted what we'd done at the beach house. Again and again, I told myself I hadn't imagined the blatant hunger on hi...

I can tell you the exact moment the seed of betrayal implanted itself in my mind. It was during Christmas dinner at the beach house where we were all staying. Wearing my festive red sweater dress, I had done my best to play the role of perfect wife. I was nauseating in my attempts to flatter Kelly, my mother-in-law. Though I heaped praise on every dish she'd prepared, she merely gave me a withering smile in return. I was...

I knew it was pathetic to be jealous of Gerald, but as I stood at the backyard grill on the Fourth of July, I found myself glowering at my neighbor's son. While I was supposed to be making sure I cooked the hot dogs just the way Mom liked, I was much more interested in watching George, Gerald, and Gerald's girlfriend. They were sitting on George's back porch, sipping from glasses of iced tea. I'd already exchanged friendl...

No doubt about it, my neighbor had me hooked. George had given me my first taste of sex, and now I wanted to gorge myself on it. For the next several days, I felt as if a low-grade but constant arousal was burning beneath my skin. Though I masturbated morning and night, I still woke up hard, practically humping my mattress. As George said, I had an itch that needed scratching. Along with providing me an outlet for sexual...

When I left for work the following morning, I found myself sneaking glances at George's house. Was he still in bed, making the most of his Saturday by sleeping late? Or was he already in his kitchen, sipping coffee? Was he thinking of what we'd done last night? As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. During the drive into town, I kept recalling every detail of that amazing blowjob. I grew hard, my erection straining...

Though I had the house to myself that Friday night, the place still felt too small. Growing more restless, I moved from the living room to my bedroom, where the window was open and the local Top 40 radio station played at low volume. Earlier that evening, Mom had stuck her head in my room. "Sawyer, I'm heading out," she said. "I won't be back till tomorrow morning." She was having a girls' night out with several of her co...

I thought I was being smart, sneaking into town late that afternoon on New Year's Eve. At first, I kept to the back roads, passing few vehicles. It wasn't long before I reached the spot where my father had wrapped his car around a large oak tree ten years before. I pulled over and took a few deep breaths. All the while, my hands gripped the wheel. The scene betrayed no hint of the accident, or the man who had died there....

I never realized fear could feel so cold. Like frozen creek water coating my insides, from the top of my skull to the soles of my feet. I stayed motionless, my stare fixed on the gun Rick held. August slowly lifted his hands. When he spoke, it was with a calm voice. "We're just trying to make sure Tanya's alright. Her friend here hasn't received word from her in weeks." Rick looked past August to regard me. "You sure have...

Gently grasping August's cock, I drew him closer. He moved with me until his tip was pressed against my opening. As I started working it inside me, I looked up to see his face twist with pleasure; his mouth fell open while his eyes briefly closed. I felt a twinge of discomfort, a mere warning at first. But then I took him deeper, and the pain bloomed within me. Though I wasn't a virgin, I was just about, and my pussy wasn...