Teen Female


My Sister's Lesbian Lover

My sister Carrie and I are pretty close in many ways. We share the same birth date but one year apart. I'm the oldest at seventeen. We have the same physical build too. She is constantly wearing my clothes. I don't mind her wearing my jeans but I keep telling her that she will stretch out my tops with her big tits. She just laughs and says that I'm jealous that hers are so nice. I must admit that my sister has great tits. At least she lets me play with them occasionally. I even get to fuck her if she is really horny and wants it bad enough. Otherwise I have to jerk off a lot and most of that is because she excites the hell out of me and then takes off somewhere.

Fucking Sleeping Leah: Pt.2

I started fucking Leah in her sleep a month ago the same way every time, and then I got bored. I knew I was going to have to change it up a bit. So the night I was packing for our sleepover, I packed my secret dildo into my bag. I knew me and her sleeping body would have fun with this. I couldn't wait to watch her cunt stretch with my dildo that I started getting wet thinking about it. Then when I finally got to sneak her the pill I was already planning things in my mind. She was out cold in fifteen minutes and I got to work on her unconscious body. I undressed her tight body and spread her legs wide. I wasn't going to fuck her pussy right away, I wanted it nice and wet first.

Fucking Sleeping Leah: Pt. 1

It's been about three months now that I have been secretly fucking my best friend while we had sleepovers. Nobody knows about it but me. Nobody knows I'm a lesbian either. It's weird how my best friend has no idea I'm attracted to her like fucking hell. Girls change clothes and get naked around each other and think nothing of it (unless they're lesbians). So the first time I realized I wanted to lick her pussy, was the first night I did. We were changing into our pajamas and she was taking off her dirty panties. Just one glance at her shaved pussy and mine was drenched. She took off her bra and pulled on a long tee shirt to sleep in.

The life of Ias

My name is Ias, I have black hair, brown eyes, I live in New Orleans, LA, I'm 5 foot 9 and a very logistical thinker. I also love women; I don't really have a type, so almost any type of girl turn me on, but each time I try to talk to a girl I would wine up talking myself right out of it. I would always think that I would say something wrong, or I would not be able to think of anything to say, so as the year went by I discover my mind had became my worst enemy. This was very bad for me because I knew a lot about sex, and I like to think of myself as a closet perv.

She was Pissed Off At Her Father

Wendy was 'hot.' All of my friends went gaa-gaa over her. She had always lived next door to me and we played together every day of our lives. We were the best of friends and we could tell each other anything. Likewise we could ask each other anything. One day Wendy told me that she was pissed off at her father. I tried to comfort her but that wasn't what she wanted. Her father had accused her of fucking around. It really pissed her off because she was still a virgin. I was also a virgin and she knew it. At the time we were in my bedroom, which wasn't unusual. That was when Wendy told me that she wanted to have sex. I asked her whom she wanted to have sex with.

My Girlfriend and her Cousin

Her hand so smooth ran over his face, in a sweet caress. Passing over his ear he shivered in delight. Tingling down his back. He kissed her, smoothly rubbing his tongue over the seam of her lips. Hands running over her back and lifting her shirt so slightly feeling her skin so soft beneath his finger tips. Slowly lifting the shirt higher and finally above her head, her body looked great, her blond hair glimmering in the moonlight. He kissed down her neck to her chest as her unhooked her bra letting it fall off her shoulders.

Party Crasher

Next week I'll be on spring break and looking for action, but now I'm in my dorm room alone and feeling horny, so decided to search the internet for porn. I found a site that said it contained amateur porn, pictures and videos. I've always been a bit skeptical, thinking the amateurs were really porn stars. Since I just wanted to look, it really didn't matter if the girls were amateurs or not, just so long as the pictures and videos were hot! So I clicked on the URL... There were about 10 pictures per web page of girls in various stages of undress. Many of the pictures were pretty hot, videos even hotter, in no time I was stroking my hard dick.

My Disastrous Night

Kate thought she had a wonderful life, a strong marriage, and a good family. Then in one night it all fell apart. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. "Bear, get off my leg dang it!" I yelled. Bear is the name of my German shepherd. Don't be fooled though. He is just a push over, the gentlest dog you could ever ask for, except that he has been humping my leg lately. My two teenage boys tell me it's because I'm the only female in the household. Maybe so. But I may have to take some of the blame. I have on occasion encouraged it a bit, stroking Bear a little down there where it feels good to him, when no one was looking. Well Bear may never get his chance with a female dog.

Tequila Sunrise

Rain hurtling down the gutters and attacking us waves, we waited three quarters of an hour to get into the nightclub, the last one open in town. A birthday outing for a friend had already backfired severely after a large percentage of the party had drunk too much and gone home and I, despite being left as guardian of two of the hottest girls in the party, was starting to regret my decision to not follow suit. The bouncers eyed us up cautiously as we hid ourselves under a barely waterproof jacket, one between the three of us.

What Mom Doesn't Know

My mom has always had the belief that what her husband doesn't know can't hurt him. He's her third husband, he came around at the time I was twelve (I'm 19 now). I had spent most of my childhood with my real father and a few years with my mother's second husband so he wasn't necessarily a father to me, but I still saw him as my mother's husband and an authority figure. He and I have always gotten along rather well. We like a lot of the same things, cooking shows, history channel, being outdoors, that kinda thing. I used to bake a lot and he liked my cookies so much he never wanted my mom to bake (something she was rather jealous of).