Teen Female


James Taylor, The beginning

Little did he know that today he would lose his virginity. As soon as he arrived to school he heard a deep voice: his principal. "Mr. Taylor..... Late again? This can't go on anymore Taylor""I'm sorry Sir, I'm really sorry.""It's too late for that. You're going to Detention....the whole day." - He sentenced. He opened the door - "Detention zone" - "Why the hell does this exist..." he though. "Get inside James. This isn't a first so you know the drill, right?" - He said locking the door. He was well familiar with this detention zone.

Sex Education for Girls

Helen Boyer surveyed glanced up at the clock on the classroom wall and with a couple of hard raps on her desk with the butt end of a ruler, quickly brought her fifth period Human Sexuality and Family Planning class to order!!!

A Long Awaited Birthday Gift

My name is Jack and I'm an average 19 year old guy. Im 5'10", 180lbs, and of a fairly athletic build. I've been in love with my best friend, Kelsay, for two years, she is 16. Kelsay, in my opinion, is the picture of beauty, she is about 5'8" with honey blonde hair, and the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen. She has amazing breasts, a mid D, and a cute little ass to top it off. She's the kind of girl who loves to do a bit of friendly flirting, always seeming cute and innocent until she shows her wild, uninhibited side. Despite her playful nature, she is a virgin.

Victoria's Secret

My name's Victoria, and I'm eighteen. I have shoulder length red hair, lots of freckles, and a pretty nice body, if I do say so myself. I'm short and curvy, and my boobs are big enough to make me look my age...but my face looks young. My boyfriend always teased me about it, saying that people were going to think he liked little girls. I thought it was pretty funny, but until recently, I never realized that he was hinting instead of teasing. And I also never realized that I might like where his hints would lead. I live with my grandparents because my mom and dad are divorced (didn't wanna pick sides and all that) but lately I've been staying with my mom's youngest sister a lot.

A Perfect Match Pt. 2

"Um... hi," said the girl, her teeth chattering and her breath visible. With her hair matted by the rain and her clothes soaked all the way through, she looked miserable. "Hi," he replied, unable to keep himself from staring at her. Then he regained his composure. "Please, come in," he smiled. "I hate to see you standing out in the rain like that." She nodded gratefully and entered. As he closed the door behind her, she stared around the living room, looking a little nervous. It made sense, of course. She had never been in his home before. "I hope you don't mind," she told him. "I'm your neighbor from across the street."

Pretty Black Girl in a Bar

I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKERSince some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....MilkerOne night around midnight, I was sitting in a bar when a very pretty black girl came in, sat down next to me and started hitting on me. She was one of the prettiest girls that I'd ever seen, black or white, and I really couldn't figure out why she was hitting on me, especially since I was white.

A Duplex

I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER. This is a rewrite of one of my earlier stories, and I hope that you like it better. Milker I'm fortunate enough to own a little house, that has a nice little...Duplex, on the same property. And that little...Duplex, has given me nothing but pleasure, for the last 15 years that I've owned it. I never rent it out to a couple that's older than in their 20's and I always make sure, that at least one person in the couple is black. I have a thing for black sex, I don't know why. I'm a little old man, way to old to have sex. I'm a voyeur.

Ghostly Consummation

A bright sun rose over the town of Greenfield, bringing with it a warm day, a day of green trees and blue sky, a day of laughter and happy families and infinite possibilities, a day on which one wouldn't normally expect to encounter ghosts. However, if one were to ask anyone in Greenfield where such ghosts might likely reside, they would no doubt speak of the house at the end of Randolph Street. They would make it clear that there are no such things as ghosts, of course, especially not in a happy little community such as Greenfield. But if there were, then that would be where to look for them. They might even tell you the names of the ghosts: Mr. and Mrs.

My First Older Woman

I was 18 years old at the time and I lived right next door to two wonderful women. The first one was an adorable thirteen-year-old that worshiped the ground that I walked on. She would do anything that I asked of her and she did. She even gave me her virginity when I asked for it. Gretchen was looking very good the day that I asked her. She was in an orange bikini top and a pair of white short shorts that looked like they were painted on. She had on open toed shoes and her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. She had on a light shade of pink lipstick too. I loved the way her shorts were tucked up into the crack of her ass and the way they formed a snug "V" around her pussy.

Into the Woods

"We'll be back by nine mum," Julia shouted as we set off into the woods. It was a warm summer Friday evening, and we were going to have a look at her secret hiding place. "I'll walk in front," she said, a sparkle in her hazel eyes, "that way you can look at my bum." She giggled. I was quite surprised at that because until then she'd never seemed tarty in anyway, but I did as she said. She was wearing baggy jeans which were quite tight over her beautiful firm butt, her long dark brown hair swinging above it, and a chequered short-sleeved shirt. We walked and talked for fifteen minutes or so as she lead us further and further into the trees and plants.