Teen Male and Female - Page 85

Older Sister is a Tease 2 I lied on my back looking into the eyes of the man thrusting his waist between my widely spread legs. He has my arms pressed down to the floor. He slipped down my strapless black dress; setting my big round breasts free

This is the first story I've posted in a long time. As always I'm looking for feedback but I'm also hoping to find another writer to proof read for me. If anyone reading is interested you can pm me on the forum. I was never much for working out

Fbailey story number 665 Do You Know What I Saw I had just turned thirteen years old when I first saw my sister’s boyfriend sneak out of her bedroom and then sneak into my mother’s bedroom. It was about one o’clock in the morning because I had to go to the bathroom

My name is Matt. Her name was Lindsay, she was perfect, medium length brown hair, hazel eyes, and the most wonderful smile I’d ever seen. She was 5’ 4”, lightly tanned, with well toned legs that led all the way up to her beautiful ass

My parents got divorced when I was 12 and my Dad moved out. I lived with my Mom until I left for college but spent most summers at my Dad's house

Fbailey story number 272 Bikini High When our father was transferred to the Hawaiian Islands we were really excited but when we found out that we were going to be on the eighth island of Niihau we were not all that happy

Bicycle Seat Adjustment I watched as the “Triple K” walked up the driveway pushing their bicycles into my garage. Kimberly, Karen, and Karolyn are the best of friends

Kate was the hottest girl. At the age of 24, she was lusted after by every male. She was the head cheerleader and prom queen in her high school. Kate was just not pretty like the other cheerleaders, she was drop dead gorgeous

Hey there, my name is Vance. Typical youth about to graduate high school. Just turned eighteen and was enjoying the last days of my summer vacation. Well, I was to an extent. See, I lived in a home with my mom, a woman who was a godsend to children

It’s a Friday night as the end of a long week with troubled families and marriages is finally over. I close up shop and head across the street to a neighborhood bar. Carrying my backpack that has my laptop and other office paper work that I have to do

Maintaining a faux relationship with a sex partner while balancing out time for vandalism activities with my friends often proved cumbersome during high school

My Loving Wife By: DamonX () MY LOVING WIFE I got off work early so I thought I'd hurry home and surprise my wife with a night on the town. It had been a good day so I was in a good mood. I was singing to myself as I pulled into the driveway

The next day at lunch, Charlie told Dan a version of the truth, omitting any mention of Jo and substituting her house for a fictitious hour in his parents' basement

Cloe and I went out back to their pool. Since the men were away, we were topless under our wraps. In the water, her tight, wet, 34C boobs would glisten whenever she dipped under water and she came back up

Tap tap tap.. Jamie let out a low groan, rolling over onto his stomache, to face away from his bedroom door, from where the annoying tapping originated. Tap tap tap.

Hi, my name is Debra and this is a snippet of my life. My main job is a very boring, pays the bills, call centre gig. Making everybody’s life a bit more miserable

Fbailey story number 400 NOTE: This is much longer than my normal stories. The Lady Past The Woods When I was in high school I got an idea for my photography class from a Relaxation CD that Mom had given me a few years ago

rted to get in my perverted little head hey does she feel like i do does she wanna fuck then i came back to reality no way "ok ill stay as long as you need" "oh thank you" she said so i followed her into her house thru the kitchen and into the living room the whole walk i just watched her ass

How Traditions Start – part 7 An original story by Starrynight Enjoy: The house was dead quiet as Jack lay on his bed in the dark bedroom. His mind was wandering as he stared at the digital clock on the nightstand. He looked at the red digits, lost in thoughts as they changed

Tobin had grown up in the outskirts of a small village. His play had consisted of wooden horses, sword fighting with sticks, and watching the occasional knight pass through his village, envying their broad swords and shiny armor