Teen

Enjoy ;) School Series-I'm a Virgin! I want to learn how to fuck my teacher. I heard the words come out of mouth, but I wasn't sure what was happening to me. All the sudden I wanted to do what he was doing to that other girl. Mr. Teman turned around, and saw that I was naked and slowly a smile formed on his lips. Realizing that I wanted to see how he tasted I walked toward him, and allowed him to kiss me. His lips were soft, and taste like cherry lip gloss, probably from that girl. His arm loosely...

“Hey, Sunny,” Gary Caruthers, youth minister of the Arcadia Baptists Church, said, waving as well to gain the girl’s attention. “Hey, Pastor Gary,” the freckle-faced girl beamed, her soft face framed by wheat-colored braids. “Do you need something?” “I thought we might talk for a minute, if that’s okay.” “Sure.” A shrug accompanied her answer, and he felt his pulse quicken as he watched the bounce of her firm, young breasts, which were emphasized by the slightly too snug bodice of her dress. “Let’s go to my office.” His tone somehow remained friendly and innocent despite the increasingly lascivious thoughts coursing...

Quick guide to Arabic words used here: Yallah=let’s go, baba=dad but can also be used as a father calling any of his kids and vice versa, hijab=Islamic head covering for women, khaly=Arabic way of saying uncle from moms side Chapter 2 “Oh fuck Noah. Good God yes. No don’t stop please don’t stop no no leave it in daddy Keep your big dick burried deep inside my virgin Muslim Arab pussy. Yes baby. Mhmm fuck me Push your dick as deep as you can. Oh fuck you’re in. Yuppp that’s innnn reaalllll deep. Omg you’re so deep. Your cock is so...

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If you would have told me this morning I would be fucking my sister by the end of the day, I would have looked at you like you were crazy. Not that it was a crazy idea, just an unexpected one. Jill and I are 17 and happen to be twins. We also have been as close as brother and sister can be. We were also raised in a pretty sexual liberal household by most people’s standards so it wasn't unusual for us to walk around in front of each other wearing very little or nothing at all. It happened two...

Fbailey story number 247 The Prize When I turned twenty-one and could legally get into a bar in my state I went straight to the one that held an Amateur Stripper Contest. I had dreamed of such an event every night as I jerked off. My girlfriends thought that I was strange whenever I would request that they dance and strip for me before sex. Some did but most wouldn’t. The ones that did sure got a lot better sex but they didn’t know it. They would not do it that often either. So there I was in a bar for...

After me and David started to become friendly we were inseparable. We were friends for about 2 months now. He still didn't know I was bi and I wasn't sure if he was gay, bi or straight either. But other than that we were the best of friends. The majority of our classes in a school day were spent together and we even cut class together. During these times we really got to know each other well. Other than me knowing he was polish and that he liked to play handball, I got to know about his past and some other...

Note: I do apologise for this chapter being blank. I had published it as normal and can’t think of a reason as to why it isn’t readable. Computer glitch I guess. Sorry for the wait, here’s the story. The summer holiday came to an end and as most teenagers hated it as it meant them returning to school, Ryan on the other hand could not care less. The poor boy was now metaphorically stumbling through the days as he struggled to make heads or tails of the situation he found himself in. The tom-boy older sister he grew up with had...

It began a few months into my freshman year of high school. I was 14 and decently built. Actually that’s a lie. I had no upper body strength whatsoever, but I was on the cross country team, so I guess my legs were pretty strong. Anyway, one day after cross country practice, my brother said that he couldn’t pick me up and that I would have to walk home. I then remembered that my friend Andrew was staying after for drama club. I changed out of my gym clothes and walked over to the dance room. They were still practicing for...

Part 1, if you like it, Ill write part 2 :) Looking back I can see that I was conditioned for this life, in fact the word trained comes to mind. I grew up in a very loving home, very protective and very controlling. I was never allowed to dress trendy or like a teenager, I was always dressed by my nanny as if I was still a child. I was most certainly never allowed to spend the night out, even for slumber parties. When I would ask why I was different, my parents would simply say I was being raised...