Category: teen

Furnace Room Fun

We had just finished an emergency call (I’m an EMT), and it was about 3:30am when we returned to base. “We” was my partner, our “ride-along”, and myself. My partner decided to go to bed as he was tired, but the ride-along (we’ll call her Monica, a 18 year old nursing student) and I were still riding the adrenaline rush of the call and decided to stay up and watch TV. We get HBO (great place to work eh?), and the movie Poison Ivy 2 was on; it wasn’t all that good, but there was quite a bit of sex, so it was good.

Monica and I had been flirting each time she went on calls with us, and tonight was no exception. I looked over at her and noticed her left hand was discreetly stroking the front of her pants! It was such a turn on to know she was as turned on as I was! I got up and walked over, and she pretended that she wasn’t doing anything. I dropped down on my knees in front of her and stared into her eyes. “Keep watching the show,” I told her as I undid her pants. She was shocked but offered no resistance as I slid her pants and panties down enough to access her sex. I lent down and teased her with my nose and tongue, exploring her thighs and pubic hair.

I could smell her scent and it drove me wild! I had just started to part her lips with my tongue when we heard my partner in the next room walking towards us! I pulled away and sat on the floor, and she threw a blanket over her lap. He stuck his head in long enough to tell us to turn the TV down, and then went back to bed. When I turned back to her she had already slipped to the floor, pants around her ankles. We embraced passionately, kissing like each of us held the last breath of oxygen in the world. I knew we would probably be caught if we continued here, so I pulled her to her feet and quickly got her dressed, then told her to follow me.
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Seducing Greg

Greg really wasn’t into dating in High School. He was heavily into his many activities, especially music, and besides he was too shy to pursue dating. So, off to college he went, inexperienced in the ways of girls and dating.

After being at the university for 6 months, he first met Lisa at work. Lisa and Greg had both been assigned to student work in the Music Library. They were both music majors. Greg was a smart ass know it all conducting major, while Lisa was a confidant and out going sophomore who played the cello. They would talk about music and school gossip during their hours working together. Greg lived in the scholar dorms where he had a single room and communal bathroom. Lisa lived nearby with 3 other girls in an off campus rental house.

Greg had a rather extensive record collection and Lisa and he often discussed the performance interpretations by various artists. Over time Lisa and Greg sometimes walked home together after a stint working at the library and would stop by Greg’s room to listen to some recordings. Lisa eventually began to occasionally stop by unannounced and they would listen to music or just talk. Lisa enjoyed being with Greg, he was interesting to talk to enjoyable to be with. Greg had blue eyes with sandy colored hair and was medium height and slim body. Lisa liked his warm smile and thought he had a great set of buns.

Lisa was interested in Greg but was sort of dating someone else. Also, she never heard Greg talk about girls or old girl friends. Was he not interested in dating? Was he gay? Lisa even quizzed some of her gay friends to see what they knew about him. Other than agreeing that Greg did indeed have a nice ass, they were unaware of his leanings either way. Lisa occasionally mentioned her boyfriend to Greg hoping to get a reaction out of him, or have him remark about some of the girls he might have dated, but he said nothing.

Greg enjoyed spending time with Lisa. She was a smart girl and didn’t let any of his smart remarks go unchallenged. Lisa was short, about 5′ 2″, slim with black curly hair and brown eyes. She had nice “college girl” figure, with firm breasts and a cute butt.
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Heather Has a Virgin Ass

Over the past few weeks my secretary Christine has been telling me about a girl she met at a dress boutique. She stopped there one night to do some shopping and met this girl Heather who worked there. Ever since then, Christine has been talking about her. You see Christine has this fantasy. She constantly wonders what it would be like turning a sweet innocent girl into our little plaything. Now we really didn’t think that we’d ever meet anyone to make that fantasy come true, but it was nice dreaming about it.

After meeting Heather that night and few more visits to the boutique, Christine desperately wanted to ask her to join us for an evening. My nasty little secretary told me how much they talked about the many things we did at home and in the office. Heather apparently seemed interested and asked allot about me. I wasn’t surprised when, one evening, Christine told me that she had asked Heather to join us and she accepted. The arrangements were set for this Friday night. I have to say, I was really excited about it and Christine was too.

At about eight o’clock when the doorbell rang, Christine answered it. I couldn’t believe what I saw. This incredibly cute blonde walked in. She wore a simple summer dress that hugged her little schoolgirl curves so nicely. And that’s exactly how she looked, like a little schoolgirl. I couldn’t imagine that sweet young thing wanting to join in with Christine and I. I just stood there staring at her.

Christine properly introduced Heather to me explaining that she worked at the dress boutique. But I knew all that, it was just the formality and breaking the ice so to speak. Christine went on saying that she had just turned eighteen and worked there to help with her college expenses.
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My High School Teacher

I consider myself to be a bright and intelligent kinda girl. When I was in High School I thought that it was a joke and never did my homework. My second to last year I had to retake a science class in order to graduate. This is where I met Mr. Phillips (name changed for protection.) and this is our story.

I felt so stupid going into my fourth period class because I was an 18 year old stuck with a bunch of immature 15 year old freshmen. The first day of class I was late, and my teacher Mr. Phillips gave me a warning telling me that if it happened again that I would get a detention. He didn’t really intimidate me, and I shrugged off his warning and sat in my seat. I am about 5’5 and 110 pounds, and I loved to dress in a sexual way. My boyfriend Mike was a senior too, the captain on the track team and also the football team, but he spent more time with the guys than with me. I didn’t really care because I was looking for someone else to fulfill my needs. All the guys in my school are so immature, and even the college guys weren’t able to satisfy me. I thought about this as Mr. Phillips began to take attendance. I looked around to see who was in my class when he called out my name.

“Samantha Jacobs?” He repeated it twice.

“That’s my name” I winked at him.

“I see that you have quite the sense of humor Ms. Jacobs, but please don’t let in interfere with our learning.”

“I will Try Mr. Phillips, but I can’t promise anything.” I smiled and watched for his reaction. He smiled back and sat down in his seat and began to lecture about what was going to be covered throughout the year.
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Prom Dress Fitting

“I’d love to go,” Fran said excitedly into the phone, “sure, sure, uh huh, okay, yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow at school then, and thanks for asking me, bye.” “Yipeeeee,” Fran shouted at the top of her lungs, “guess who just asked yours truly to the Prom?” “Let me guess,” her mother replied thoughtfully, “I’ll bet it was Stuart?.?” “Oh, mother,” Fran replied in exasperation, “you know who it was, it was Jack.” “Jack,” her mother asked playfully, “do I know him?” Fran playfully poked her mother in the arm and replied, “This is gonna be the best night of my life, Jack and a couple of the guys are renting a limo, I can hardly wait, oh my gosh, I’ve gotta get a dress. Her mother patted her on the arm and offered, “Don’t worry about a thing, honey, well start looking at dresses tomorrow, we can start at Marie’s place, she’s a good friend and will probably give us a deal.” Fran merely nodded happily and ran upstairs to call her friends to tell them the good news.

“Hi, Peggy,” Marie called out from the far end of her store, “long time no see.” “Hello, Marie,” Peg replied while making her way through the maze of dresses and gowns hanging in every nook and cranny of the small boutique, “you remember may oldest daughter, Fran, well she needs a dress for the junior-senior prom and we want something special as it will be her last high school dance.” “Of course I remember her,” Marie replied with a wide smile on her face, “but I think it’s been six or seven years, and I must say, my how you’ve grown.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Fran replied softly, “I hope you have something exciting for me to wear.” “Don’t you worry abou that,” Marie said emphatically, “if I don’t have it, then I’ll just have to make it.” Peg gave her daughter a playful poke in the ribs and offered, “See, what’d I tell ya, Marie’ll have exactly what you need.”

“So,” Marie asked, “exactly what type of dress did you have in mind?” Fran looked at her mother for a second, and after getting the go ahead, she replied softly, “Well we were kinda hoping to get something that was strapless, you know, something that shows a lot of shoulder.” “Mmmmmmmm, a good idea,” Marie said while moving over to a rack of dresses in the corner of the store, “how about one of these, they’re all strapless and I’m sure that you’ll find that one of them is just right for you?” Fran worked her way through the fifty or so gowns that were pressed tightly together, until she came to a black and white number that was truly stunning. “How about this one,” she asked excitedly while holding it up to her neck, “what do you think, mom?” “My goodness it certainly is low cut,” she replied to her daughter, “why don’t you try it on and we’ll see how it looks on you.” “Where’s the dressing room,” Fran asked? “Oh, you don’t need a dressing room,” Marie replied softly, “I’ll go and lock the front door while you get started changing.”
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Smooth Teen Pussy

Samantha sat on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide apart while she very carefully maneuvered the safety razor along her bulging vaginal lips, using tiny short strokes to remove the final remnants of hair from her eighteen year old pussy. A knock on the bathroom door made her pause as she asked who it was. “Just me,” shouted her best friend Priscilla through the closed door, “can I come in?!?” “Sure, Pris, come on in, I’m almost finished here anyway,” intoned Samantha as she went back to her barbering!

Priscilla nearly burst through the door and took a seat on the closed toilet lid and asked, “What in the hell are you doing, Sam, it looks like your taking it all off!?!” Continuing with her shaving, Samantha replied, “That’s right, babe, I’m getting rid of all of it, with summer coming up, I want a nice clean look for my new bikini.” Priscilla didn’t answer for awhile, but watched intently as her friend scraped away her remaining pubes. “Doesn’t it sting,” she finally asked, “it looks like it burns like the dickens.” “Not too badly,” Sam replied, “and I’m going to rub it with baby oil when I’m finished, that should take away the sting!” Pris looked doubtful, but held her tongue as Samantha wiped away the excess lather and dabbed away the remaining moisture with a fluffy towel.

“Well,” asked Samantha, “how does it look!?!” “Like a five year old,” Pris retorted quickly, “but I have to admit that it does look sexy in an odd sort of way, how does it feel?” “Mmmmm, very erotic, the air is really cool on it,” Sam replied softly, “look at my clit, it’s all puffed up.” Priscilla leaned forward for a better look, and was astounded at what she saw. There at the top of Sam’s crack, poked out the head of her very erect clitoris. “My god, Sam,” she moaned quietly, “you must be on fire.” Sam’s breathing was now becoming labored, and along the length of crack moisture appeared in small droplets, looking for all the world like a string of small pearls! Without asking, Priscilla picked up the baby oil, turned on the hot water and held the bottle under the faucet for a minute or so to warm up its contents, and then squeezed a generous squirt into her hand, where upon she rubbed the warm oil gently into Samantha’s freshly shaven mound.
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Making Candles Threesome

I couldn’t have predicted what was to happen, there was no warning. My two friends, Bob and Anna, had introduced me to Nancy and Sandy the previous week while I was helping to make some bookcases. They were pretty, but didn’t impress.

Nancy surprised me with her call, asking to come over so we could make candles after I finished my evening work. I baked bread at the time, you see, so I could pay for those little extras that made a college education fulfilling, like dope and gas money. I’d bake 100 or so loaves a night while studying. Making bread involves a lot of waiting around for yeast to rise. I think sex is a little like that, too, except for the waiting. Nancy’s call was a surprise because I didn’t think she was any more impressed with me than I was with her and her friend. But what the hell, the approach was unique and, besides, I figured candlemaking might be fun.

Does this sound corny to you, my friend? I mean it’s twenty years later, the times are different and we don’t do those things anymore but, really, nobody’d think it wierd to have two girls over to make candles twenty years ago. Now it sounds like a ridiculous come on. Then, it was normal. When I mentioned to some of folks that Bob and Anna’s friends were coming to make candles tonight, nobody blinked, nobody got sarcastic, nobody cared. It was normal.

They showed up at nine, Nancy in jeans and a check shirt, Sandy in virgin polyester. They took over the front room and started cooking paraffin, taking out boxes of equipment, dyes and things. I quickly realized I had no interest whatsoever in paraffin, dyes or candles. Nancy, on the other hand, was more and more intriguing. Somehow, our bodies made contact a little more often than statistics would predict. Her tits would brush, accidentally, on my arm as she turned. She backed her ass against me as I was pretending to be interested in melting candlewax, and then did it again, without arousing Sandy’s suspicion as far as I could see.
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Screen Test

“Come on in darlin’ and have a seat,” Leo Coffman said smoothly, “now, what can I do for ya!?!” “Well, Mr. Coffman, I saw your ad in the paper, and I was just wondering if the position was still available?!?” “You mean the ad in the Underground Times,” he asked casually!?! “Uh, yes,” she replied softly, “is the job still available?!?” “Baby, the job’s always available,” he replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year!” “Really,” she replied incredulously, “you mean that you just give away jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day!?!” “Honey, this is Hollywood,” he said gently, “ain’t nobody gives nobody nothin’, you earn every penny, and don’t you ever forget it!” “Then how,” she mumbled, “I guess I don’t understand!” “Listen, kid,” he asked, “where’re ya from!?!” “Iowa,” she replied quickly! “And how old are ya,” he questioned her!?! “I just turned eighteen two months ago,” she replied proudly, “why, does it matter!?!” “Oh, yeah, baby,” he replied softly, “you bet your sweet little corn fed ass it matters, now why don’t you do yourself a big favor and go get on a bus and go home, this ain’t no place for a sweet kid like you!”

“But your ad said females eighteen and above to make $300 per day and up,” she whined, “and since I’m eighteen……..” “Now look, baby,” he said evenly, “do you have any idea what we do here, I mean do ya know what you’d hafta do to earn those three C’s a day!?!” “I-it’s not illegal is it,” she asked warily, “I promised my mom I’d never break the law!?!” “No, it’s not illegal,” he shot back quickly, “but believe me, this isn’t the place for you, now scram outta here, okay!?!” There were a lot of things that Rachel McAndrews wasn’t, but unfortunately being stubborn was one them, so she crossed her arms and with a little gumption that even surprised Leo Coffman, she demanded, “Now Mr. Coffman, I don’t think that it’s fair that you won’t even consider me for this job, after all I’m a high school graduate and believe me, I really need this job!” Leo Coffman leaned back in his chair with his hands inner laced behind his head and said, “What’s your name darlin’!?!” “Rachel, Rachel McAndrews,” she responded! “Well, Rachel McAndrews, stand up and take off all of your clothes and let me check out your body!”
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The Librarian

Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved feel of the books in his hands and the aroma of old manuscripts filling his nose, but especially the wealth of information found like buried treasure between the sometimes frayed covers. He was only eighteen, but already he knew what he wanted to do with his life, go to college, major in library science, and become a curator for some large research library. He wasn’t interested in checking books in and out, or sending out past due notices to tardy borrowers, no, he wanted to get into old manuscripts, first editions, and rare writings from days gone by. For now, though, just being able to work at something he truly loved was enough for him. He glanced at his watch, and said to himself, “Five minutes to closing, I better get hustling, it’s gonna take at least an hour to get all these put away!” Working at a quick pace, Ryan was almost finished restacking, when it happened, standing on the short step stool needed to reach the upper shelf, his foot slipped and he came tumbling to the floor, landing with a loud thud. The force with which he had hit the floor had been noisy enough that the head librarian, Miss Vance had heard it and brought her running. When she got to him, what she found was and unconscious Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.
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Mommy and Boyfriend

Linda held her mouth tight over Rink’s hardon as it filled her mouth with white hot cum, and as the last jets dripped from his dick, he exclaimed, “Baby, you do that like no other bitch I ever had the pleasure of fucking!” Linda swallowed the juicy liquid and looked at her lover with bright happy eyes. She always loved it when Rink would compliment her sexual proficiency, and lately he had been complementing her plenty! He loved getting head, so she put everything she had into it just to get his approval. She felt very lucky indeed to have a boyfriend like Rink, and while she was only eighteen and still in high school, he was twenty eight and working a full time job at the tire factory on the edge of town. She knew some of the women that worked out there, and Rink surely could have pick of any of them, but Rink always told her that age didn’t necessarily make you a good fuck, and that she was better than most of the other woman he had ever had! Without a dad around the house, Linda was the perfect target for someone needing a father figure in her life, and guys like Rink just seemed to have a sixth sense in smelling out the particularly vulnerable young women on whom to prey on.
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