Busty Blonde Teens Novels & Stories

The girls noticed, and the boys pretended they didn’t. But none more than Joan Moreau. At nineteen, Joan was the kind of senior who turned heads without trying, a long, honey-blonde hair that fell in soft waves down her back, bright blue eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a body that her private-school uniform struggled to contain. Her white blouse stretched tightly over full, perky C-cup breasts, and her pleated skirt barely reached mid-thigh, showing off smooth, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. She had a reputation as the ultimate tease, with flirty smiles, lingering touches, and whispered rumors about what she got up to behind the bleachers after games.

CHAPTER ONE: THE SLUTTY THREE THIRD PERSON POV The moving bus smelled like cheap perfume, wet pussy and unwashed cock. The girls are seated in the U shaped leather couch under bright ring lights. Tyla, the blonde with the childish pigtails and pouty fake lips, sits in middle. Her white shirt was so tight it looked ready to pop, nipples fighting for a way out. Maya, the brunette with long flowy hair is on Tyla's left. Pleated short skirt rucked up at the waist exposing her bare, shaved cunt.

She looked him in the face and said, “Oh my God! It's good, it's insidious, it's funny, but it's good! Do not cum! Try to restrain yourself! Don't cum baby! He groaned as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes. The blond hair stiffened around his head and tickled his chin. Her beautiful young body was drenched in her sweet sweat. Her breasts may be 34 B but they sit tall without sagging at all. She looks 16 years old but she is 22. Her nipples are pink, hard, and stuck together so far almost like a pacifier. However, he knew that was not the case. He took each of them in his hand and tugged at them firmly. Her body is small maybe 5'3" but very slim, maybe 110 pounds. Her hips are not as wide

"Can I sit next to you, handsome?" The girl sat at the table behind them just now. She was sweet-looking and had streaks of blonde highlights. She had long, straight legs under her shorts and washboard abs right above them. She also wore a skimpy white tank top that barely covered her chest. Her breasts seemed as if they were to spill out of her top due to their fullness. Stella looked down at her chest and thought gloomily, 'Are kids nowadays this well-developed? Even I'm attracted to that body of hers.'

There was nothing like live p**n. Chase McKay rested his shoulders against the cheap headboard, taking a long pull off his beer as he settled in for the show. The naked blonde with the huge rack balanced on her knees, head thrown back as the naked brunette, with an equally impressive set of double D’s, feasted noisily on her nipples. When the blonde—Lanae, or was it Renee?—grabbed the brunette’s head, trying to force her to take more of her nipple into her mouth, the brunette—Leah, or was it Gia?—smacked her ass.

retorted Abbie. I looked back and forth between the two girls with their long blondish brown hair, curvy figures, tanned skin, beautiful faces. How could theynot be... but I supposed they weren't the only busty blonde girls with tans in school. "Huh. That's... I don't know. Huh." Abbie dragged a fingernail in zigzags down my chest. "You thought I was seventeen, and you were gonna fuck me anyway?" "Um, I wasn't... I mean, I was, but--"

I ask them and take a swing of my beer. “I like the blonde over there. She looks so lost and in need of a bit of guidance.” Harland says and I look towards the young blond girl. Her eyes are blue and look giant in her small face. Lips are painted a bold red color but otherwise she looks to have little makeup on. She looks like a child that stepped into her fathers hidden chamber, except for her body. Her breasts are huge and the top she’s wearing is doing little to hide the merchandise. They give way to a puffy waist and wide hips and thick thighs. She is no lightweight but we don’t discriminate against fat chicks. Anyone with three holes that can be used at once is game.

Only afterimages of Declan can be seen as he keeps moving, ripping, and yanking their clothes and underthings off and shredding them into so many tiny chunks. In the space of five minutes, the more than one hundred fully clothed people become stark naked! Hairy pussies. Shaved pussies. Pink pussies. Black pussies. Pink clits. Black clits. Big holes. Tiny holes. Standing boobs. Sagged boobs. White skin. Black skin. Curvy bodies. Slender bodies Chubby. Big plump boobs. Medium boobs. Small boobs. Big asses. Medium asses. Small asses. Broad chests. Regular chests. Big dicks. Small dicks. Hairy dicks. Shaved dicks. Fair dicks. Black dicks. Pink caps. Red caps. Black caps. Fair balls. Black balls.

I was now hitched up to my gorgeous mom all neat and legal. As we headed back to the room, we passed this sleazy looking blonde, wearing a tube top, too short to cover her phoenix bird across her back. Her hip-hugging tattered Levi's were barely above her puss...you could even see the tattoos that were below her beltline. She wore flip-flops. She was about 20 I guessed.

And as hard as I try to be brave, I can’t help but be a little scared. A pretty blonde girl walks into the room, and I only look up because everybody else in the room looked up first. The girl has on a tank top that is completely against my old school’s policy. It’s cut really low—so low that I’d be worried about accidentally popping out. But then I remember what the guys said about the shifter world. There really isn’t a modesty issues because they are naked when they shift. Meaning they’ve probably seen this girl naked. They will be disappointed when they see me, because I