Teen Piercing Stories

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The Cocktail Party Ch. 02

by bluelotus9 on Sep 17, 2017
Fetish

What a scene! I look around me - surely this must be some strange hallucination. Five beautiful women of varying ages and body types. All engaged in some form of sexual activity. Two of these are in front of me. A tall slim Germanic goddess named Jutta towers over me, smiles at me with moist lips. Ice blue eyes. I am bidden to undress her. What a task. I ga...

Pupil's Pet Ch. 2

by shadowed-man on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

Joe cleaned himself up in a nearby bathroom and walked off with a spring in his step. He still had the camera, and getting it could be the key to keeping Michelle's future at the school in tact. Michelle was left in the cold store room, a student's cum still dripping from her face and onto her blouse...she sat there and started to cry to herself, knowing th...

Love Bites

by Miserys Angel on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

Clint couldn’t help but grind against her hips harder with every thumping note as they danced in the thickly hot club. She turned around so that her back was against his chest as she swayed her curvy hips from side to side against his growing erection. Her waist length loosely curled hair was a beautiful red, not a red found in any store, and was damp at the...

Jenny's Holiday Income Ch. 02

by StoneKidman on Sep 5, 2017
Fetish

Ch.2: the giant Jenny arched her back up off the mat after she was just slammed again by Giselle. The 6'7" giantess once again hauled my 42 year old girlfriend up by her long, dark hair. Giselle guerrilla pressed Jenny high in the air, one thick hand wrapped around Jenny's throat and the other digging into her crotch. The giant had light brown hair just a...

The Pulse

by Katherine English 2 on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

I don't know why I came. He isn't the kind of man I want in my life...in my bed...in my head. But when he called, his dark whisper coiling in low, slow convolutions between my thighs...I came. I hear my feet carry me across the carpet toward his apartment, and I stand at the doorway to my own undoing, not knowing what lies inside. I should turn and leave.....

Hard to Believe

by PurientInterests on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

The divorce was hard on me. We'd been married seventeen years and she left for Florida to "find herself." I did get to keep the house. In the course of my work I met a woman named Sherry. She owned a small chain of nursing homes across a two state area. We started slow and didn't even make love until after many months. She was a real beauty. She had long bla...

Reunion of a True Love Lost

by ladymyst on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

for my white tiger... She awoke from a deep sleep, he was calling her again. This was a nightly occurence that she ignored... until tonight. This time she would go. It was time to find out exactly why he penetrated her mind every night, not allowing her to sleep peacefully. The dreams came every night that she heard him call, they consumed her. It was as i...

Miss Orgasmic Ch. 2

by AdamWang on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

It was an uneventful ride back to Lisa's house - we talked and flirted some more, held hands and occasionally caught each others eye, staring for as long as possible without her losing concentration and crashing the car. When we finally returned to her home, it was nearing midnight. As the adrenaline was running high for both of us, neither felt in much need...

BitchBoy

by GothVix on Sep 15, 2017
Interracial Love

I sit at my local spot at the café; sipping my mocha and watching the time pass me by in colors. It won't be long before the closing time hits and I'll be forced to leave my chair and find another spot to brood and grumble. I haven't received the financial aid that was promised me in weeks. I can honestly say, as a black woman of pride, I need that money....

Late for Class Ch. 01

by Inksplat on Sep 14, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

All characters mentioned in the story are over 18 years of age. ************ I jog down the corridor, my heavy backpack banging painfully against my hipbone. It's eight fifteen. Late. Again. Why am I always late? I ask myself as I approach the door to the classroom and hastily swing it open. Still out of breath, I am greeted by the calm face of my Englis...