* Early Saturday Morning, Cloudy Day with Scattered Rainshowers + Thunderstorms: I, Nishida, eighteen going on nineteen years of age, am totally shaking and shivering because I was still garbed in my wet (and nearly see-through) school uniform; stood in front of Browning International Academy, my alma mater since first grade, where I am now at my Senior Y...
It was after six o'clock when I finally packed up my briefcase and walked out of the office. My marking load had increased steadily as the end of the school year approached and I had to stay later and later every day to get it done. In a few weeks I was sure I'd be there until eight, or later. So I trudged down the hallway heading home to my empty apartme...
Carrie stood in front of her student mailbox staring at the note. It was a half sheet of notebook paper with a message scrawled across it in pencil. It looked as though the person who had written it had pressed down with a lot of force. It said, "I'm going to beat off while I watch you tonight. Go Tigers" She shivered. It was the third note that she had got...
It was Friday, and Jesse Anderson waited, fretfully, on the front fender of his rebuilt 1980 Camaro for his twin sister to finish cheerleading tryouts. It was their senior year of high school and the tryouts where more of a formality for her then anything else. Since doing gymnastics since kindergarten and being on the cheerleading squad since junior high, s...
I sat next to her every day in my home room class, Kayla, a total fleshpot, on the varsity cheerleading squad. She had blonde hair, green eyes, a hot slender, tan body, a belly ring, and her tongue was pierced. My friend told me once, "If you ever get a blow job from some chic, hope she has her tongue pierced, because bjs feel much better with a cool stud ag...
Melissa looked around again. Her cheerleading teammates were all here, except Brandi. Kayla, the salesgirl from the department store, was here as well. So were Detectives Fuller and Colon. She knew for a fact that Kayla and the cheerleaders had not had dicks before today. Some of the dickgirls were stroking their cocks over Lynn and the others while they w...
Until I was a senior in high school, I was pretty much a nobody. Then I tried out for the school play. In the play, I wore an elaborate gown even though I only had a small part. The auditorium was packed and things were going great until I went backstage between scenes. The drama teacher, Mrs. Bates, said, "Shelly, we had a no-show and I need you to fill in...
A Proper Young Woman's Guide to Anal Etiquette: Foreword Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictiona...
18-year-old John Dumas wasn't what you would call a popular guy. He was harassed on a daily basis buy the jocks and popular guys in school. No girls looked his way, and if they did it was to laugh at him and insult him as well. One day John was walking in the parking lot after school and heard a sound at the far end of the lot. John crept closer to the nois...
5 As Bret got out of his Jeep he shot a quick look toward Monique, who was talking on a cell phone. But the reception apparently wasn't good inside the garage and she was heading toward the side door of the building. She opened it and went outside, apparently not caring who might drive by and see her. Bret followed quickly, coming up behind Monique and guid...