Boys and Teen Female - Page 34



The moon had just crested over the mountains in the distance, surveying to me it was around 10:00 PM. As the beach sand pressed down under my weight, I nudged Courtney. “If you wanna come to my house to clean up, that’s alright. I was just about to head home anyway



Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy
"So how does it taste?" "It tastes like crap," Ruby blurted out smugly as she scarfed down a slice of lemon meringue with an exaggerated wince on her face. She still held onto that ch!ldlike honesty but mixed it with teenage sarcasm
We have been friends since the beginning of Freshman year of High School, when Alanna and I met each other. We have never hung out before, but talked to each other often, and the conversations frequently were about sex, mainly because I was a teenage guy
Carrie stood naked in her bathroom, robe on the floor around her feet. She stared into the mirror as if it might reveal the answer to the question that was nagging at the back of her mind



I wasn’t proud of what I said to Zoe. For days I thought about showing up to her house and just holding her. But my frustration got the better of me. Zoe and I never spoke after our fight, not even a single message. Slowly I became a bitter and selfish person
Best Friends Share The Morning After Chelsea and Tami awoke feeling fulfilled and happy. They had gotten exactly what they wanted and it had been better than they expected. Roger and Mike woke happy, then it dawned on them what they had done



Cleaning up after the Church Picnic Sunday was a day of rest, so Carla and Stephanie did not work the brothel. Instead they had a day of fun fucking at church and on the way
My Son’s friends Part 1 I get to know his girlfriend a little better Teen, oral, teasing, older male/teen This is an adult erotic story (or at least it was written as one)



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We'll start by saying it's been two weeks since the locker room. Max has gone on a vacation so the boys are all aloneWell then again there is Ringworm. Chapter Five "Wow, look at this place it's perfect." Zack and Cody both said as they walked into their new birthday present



I was shocked when I realized that Blaez wasn't even trying to pull away from my kiss. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. I broke the kiss suddenly then pulled back to look at him



Chapter 4 FLIGHT 247 LOST BOYS By Boys in the hood This is a fictional story, it never happened, yes it's make believe, Any names, places, or events may or may not be real, any resemblance is just that



My heart started to race as I waited for Angela to arrive at the airport. It has been over 15 years since I have seen her. We didn’t want to see each other go, but we had no choice. Angela’s father received a good job on the west coast and she had to go. We were in love


When I was growing up, my room was in the basement of my parent's house. It was pretty nice I had my own exit, no one bothered me. More or less, I had my own little apartment when I was still in High School. My parents weren't the type to keep too many tabs on me