Boys and Teen Female - Page 39



This is a fantasy story featuring a busty 18 year old school girl who wanting to please her boyfriend ends up in trouble with 2 older men. In the meantime her Uncle whom she lives with does not seem to be all he appears to be. If this offends you please do not read on
On Saturday, my dad’s side of the family had a little reunion. Just me, my dad, my aunt Suzie and her two kids, Clara and Morgan. Morgan was a year older than I am, which makes her 17, and Clara a year younger, so 15



My Trip to Anaheim (100% True) Myspace being the big thing it was, tended to bring random people together, for reason beyond most such as Drama, Sex, And Love. In this true story all 3 are going to happen



My life being turned around by my almost sister (A teenage boy’s fantasy coming true II) Chapter 3 She walks out of the shower room and I stand there amazed. “What a nympho” I think to myself with a small smile creeping up my lips. This is going to be fun
Before you all ask I am still writing the other ones and will post when they are ready! Author's Note: This story is, for the most part, written in the first person from the perspective of the main character, Jeff



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BOOK ONE THE DROOGS The Characters in this story speak in English but also in a slang from the book "A Clockwork Orange" known as Nadsat. The Glossary can be found below
Mom was back. "Shit." I hissed. I looked at my sisters. "Get it together! Pick everything up!" I ordered them, then I headed outside, hoping to stall Mom long enough for Ashley and Riley to calm down and pull themselves out of each others' hair
Jake was our next door neighbors son. I had known him since we moved their a number of years ago, and jake was still just a boy



Chapter 7 More Time with Carol and Mother The next day, Monday, at school there did not seem to be anything that could keep me from thinking about what mother and I had done in bed. I did not think we had missed a single position. If we did it is one that mother did not know


So before I actually write the story, I am going to slightly back track to last chapter which is officially the lowest rating story I have ever written
----- 3 -- I knocked on Camryn’s front door. The door opened and the look on Corey’s face was priceless when she saw me. “Come in!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house. “Camryn said everything is good now. Is that right?” “Yes
It was the 4th of July weekend. Maddi (16) and Shannon (15) were excited because their parents would be gone from early afternoon Friday till late afternoon Monday
Her name was Heidi. She was about as sweet and innocent and cute as they come. She’d just turned 13 and she was a little princess, a real doll baby. She was also the only daughter, the only child, of my best friend Bill. She had also just been diagnosed with an incurable illness



Chapter 8 I usually slept in some thin PJ’s during summer, but lately I was waking up all sweaty and wet due to the nightly torments and twisting around in my bed, so I started sleeping naked for comfort and extra convenience