Boys and Teen Female - Page 102



Ellen was a good girl. She came from a good home and attended church every Sunday. Ellen was a perky 16 year old cheerleader with a nice body and a wonderful personality. She had everything going her way until one fateful night when one wrong decision made all the difference



Family Kyle had wildly mixed feelings when he saw his mom walking towards him. He kept his feelings to him however and forced a big smile to welcome her back from the Adult mental refuge. He had not seen her since he was child, yet he was glad to see she looked healthy and happy
Man, we rocked that show. I can still remember that night, even now. It was one of our best performances ever. I nearly broke the damn bass drum, but the kit held up alright. Our vocalist, Trevor, screamed himself hoarse but it was all good. The crowd just ate us up
"Do you want some company?" Cam popped her head in the shower. I looked at her through squinted eyes as I pulled back my wet hair from my eyes. "Sleeping beauty is finally up." I teased. She let out a small laugh and opened the glass door. "You need to loose the towel you know



It had been only a few hours since I’d gotten to Matt’s house, and we had already gone from awkward conversations to lusting over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, hands groping the other’s cock, and the occasional soft moan, I pulled my hand away
When I was a junior in high school, i had a job to film the community talent show. It wasn't something that i wanted to do, I wasn't even planning on showing up, but hearing I was going to get paid motivated me enough to go. I was glad I did. I got there around 10:00 A.M


Hi everybodyI fucked up when I uploaded my story Angelique Awakes.I didn't realise I can't edit my story and I missed what happened with my friend's father in the pool when I Copied and Pasted my storySorry Guys. So here is what I missed
"Why dont you love me anymore?" I had heard that countless times over the past week or so. found and I weren't even dating, in fact she had a boyfriend so i dont know why it mattered to her so much that I was kissin another women
It was a boring Saturday night for Cortney and she was dying for a distraction. She flipped through all the channels and nothing caught her eye. All her friends were sleeping or working and no one was answering her texts



When I was around the age of 16, I was very curious about guys, yet I wouldnt call myself gay. I was a very horny guy, and would take any chance to check out one of my friends or other guys



This is a story that happened to me back in 1977 when I was almost 19. I had just picked up a emerald green 72 Buick Skylark GS used from an older couple. It had a big 455 motor in it. It used to much gas for them and I was in the right place at the right time to get it



Let me describe myself im forty two years old, about six feet two, and two hundred pounds. I have a nine inch cock that I use to masturbate daily, since my wife’s passing. I have a daughter who is fifteen, a beautiful brunet



I write for money. I have several clients. A few more couldn't hurt



I knock on your front door, and step back to wait for you to answer. I hear footsteps, and you open the door. Your face lights up briefly, and then you try to hide it. "Hey," you say quietly, and I follow you to your room. When we enter, I glance around



"Help! Somebody please! Where am I" Kayla screamed at the top of her lungs letting it echo upward in the vast canon. Kayla had no clue where she was, her last memory was laying her head down for bed, and now she was somewhere completely vacant to her mind