Boys and Teen Female - Page 95
Authors Note: Hello once again readers. I just want to first apologize for my lack of posting in almost two years, especially to those who enjoy my work and continue to check back for more chapters



Julius Tang took a glance at the clock hanging on the front wall of the classroom, he had five minutes to finish his final exam and he had no clue how to start the conclusion to the essay question



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
It was just you and me. You were dropping me off at my house and you needed to use the bthroom. I let you come in and use the restroom. No one is home at my house



Late Two By Systematic “Did he really cum that much?” “I don’t exaggerate that stuff.” Sandy put down his tablet; he’d just read my doctored account of the slightly awkward, but basically pretty good sex from the young couple that had interrupted my nap that afternoon
Jan and James I was so proud in my first job, working at a local drug store as a waitress in the soda fountain. I was 16 and earning my own money. I already had my eye on that peach sweater in the window at Marshall’s



SELF CONFESSED COCK SLAVE Ever since I was a young girl I’ve been fascinated with cocks, I love the way they look and feel – big ones, small ones, old ones, young ones and oh boy do I love being fucked



DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18. DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read
I have told you about the sexual adventures of my wife Melissa and myself over the last 10 years of our marriage. Our marriage and bond has grown stronger through our living out of our sexual fantasies together



My name is James and I have 2 sisters and live with my parents in the uk. Every summer my family and I will go to america to visit my uncle Greg, aunt Linda (but I sometimes call her aunt Lynn) and my very hot 20 year old cousin Julie
Joseph drove away from the fuel depot working through the gears to get his rig back up on the highway heading East. He felt a lump in his throat and turned his favorite County and Western music up louder then usual
Little Pete Jenny watched the clock as it got closer to 3:00 o’clock. When the bell sounded today at three school would dismiss for 3 whole months this year. Jenny would spend this break with her Grandparents
"So tell me Lisa was it really you in the gazebo. Did you really fuck 10 guys in there? Lisa starts to laugh, "10 guys, wow the story has changed up to 10 huh? Well let me tell you something



Have you ever given the thought of how your first time would be? During my early teen years I really didn't give it much thought because I simply thought I was going to die a virgin. Mainly since both of my parents were in the military and that left us moving every 2 years



“Lets go!” exclaimed the bus driver to which Keegan replied under his breath with an “about time”. Keegan and his high school marching band were off to the playoffs. Their football team had done great that year and were gunning for a state title