My name is Alex. I'm 17, 6', senior, former football player and a hunk by the girls' eyes. I have black hair and hazel eyes. I'm working on my six pack so now I only have four. I can be lazy at times, but not these times. My mom has been crying for over two months now and I have to say it's been annoying. I know my dad died about three months ago and that I cried too, but it's been over two months. My tears have dried, I'm done crying. I'm moving on. I just wish my mom could do the same thing. I had to get job. My mom refused to go to work and they took her off without pay. She can always go back, but she doesn't want to. So as result I had to quit the football team and work to pay the rent. I half want to smack my mom and tell her to get herself together, but I know I won't. I'm just mad that I had to give up my football for this. I know she's hurting, but she's effecting me now and herself. I work as an assistan
I slipped my hand down her back and undid her bra, her nice D-cup breasts now rubbing against my slightly hairy legs. I bent down and cupped them in my hand before squeezing hard on them. The bitch moaned to my every move. Finally, I stood back up and shoved my cock as hard as I could into her mouth, and started to slightly circle my hips, rubbing her nose into my nice unshaved pubes (didn't have time, wanted to get to bed as soon as possible).She moaned louder and after another good ten minutes, I blew another load into her again. She obviously loved it. I let her have it in her mouth for a few more seconds before letting it slide out.She was good. I usually have about an hour of oral with my employers, I've gotten really used to it, but she got me in under half that time. I have a little problem with calling my mom a bitch and treating her like this, but she deserves it."Alex, I-..." I didn't let her finish, I put my fingers in her mouth and her suck on th
“Natalie, you are extremely beautiful and I you are becoming very special to me. Just be careful and discreet. We don’t want any obvious situation to happen. But yes, I find your toes gorgeous. Can you do something for my, Sweetheart?”, I asked her.“Sure, Mr. Jones. Anything. You are my favorite teacher and I’m really learning a lot this year. If you had been here last year, I wouldn’t still be enrolled trying to graduate. What do you want me to do,” she asked.“Do you own any sandals or other pairs of heels?” I asked.She told me, “I have two pair of sandals but they’re kind of ratty looking. Not very flattering on my feet. The other pair of heels I have are closed toe.”I told her, “I really loved you showing your toes off during class today. If you can wear sandals or open toed heels every day, I would like that. Consider it to be a standing extra-credit assignment for you.”“No problem, Mr. Jones. I liked giving you a show. You will
I was the new teacher in the English department, and at 26, fresh out of grad school, this was my first full-time teaching assignment. I was assigned four classes of senior English and was told my the campus principal, “Your job, Mr. Jones, is to ensure that these young adults graduate and are prepared for the real world. Make it happen.”“Yes sir, I told him. He then told me that I had quite a bit of leeway as far as instruction, materials studied, and even classroom management. He said that it was my class, my students, and my responsibility.Things well very well for the first few weeks. I was curious as to why all four of my classes were predominately senior girls (all of them at least 18, with a few 19 year olds as well). I asked the department head about this, and she told me, “Most of the young ladies in your class were supposed to graduate last year, but they all had challenges. Mainly too many tardies, not doing their work, stuff like that. Your job is to
You know, Diary, there were many times I had found myself sitting quietly wondering about myself as I grew older. At a young age I began to explore my sexuality. I knew that I was developing quickly and looked much older than the rest of my friends in highschool. I found myself the object of many young men's desire, but wasn't really sure why. I met Zach on weekend with some friends at a pizza place, he was dating one of my close friends. Before I even met him I felt his eyes on me. I bent to pick up a quarter to stick into a game and as I bent I could feel his eyes on my ass. I watched him all night his black gorgeous hair blowing as he walked, his tight jeans held the contour of his firm ass, which was almost more than I could stand.I went home that night and lay restlessly in my bed, all I could think of was his dark eyes staring at me, watching my every move. I could feel my nipples begin to harden under my thin nightgown.
4/20/2028So Diary, you have to believe me this time around, I swear... I didn't start any of these! So, It all started on the web camI plugged in the computer and booted it up, I waited patiently for it to boot up. Finally I logged on to my favorite social network and found my friend there. I was happy to see him, I had waited all day and was just exceptionally horny. We started chatting and as usual he asked if I would like to show him my tits. I obliged I pulled them from my low cut dress and held them in front of the webcam for him to look. He smiled that devilish smile that he always had when he was pleased with me. I slowly rose and pulled my dress up over my head and sat in my push up bra and little thong and waited for his next instructions.We chatted for a while, when he asked me to move my cam so he could see my tight little slick pussy. I moved the camera between my legs, and spread my legs wide. I