Busty Tomboy Novels & Stories

I wasn't really hungry so I was forfeiting breakfast. "I'm going to get ready. I'll be back in a few." She smacked my butt and walked a way causing me to laugh. Camilla admitted to me that she likes guys with nice asses. Apparently, girls check out our asses too, I didn't know that and I was surprised to learn of it. Now she makes it a habit to spank my ass and her spank hers too. Either way, it's a turn on for me. ~×~×~×~

He would never in a million years guess that this stunning young beauty standing right in front of me did not even know my name. I was just a guy who groped women on the bus, yet here I was having fun with a girl I had just met. At the end of the day, these guys were just too timid. So many women passed by them every day, yet they had the desire but not the guts. They were constantly sneaking glances and letting opportunities slip by. They never dared to cross the line. I shot him a contemptuous glance without pausing for a second. I pulled the girl even closer to me.

Then he scooped my tits out of my bra and started mauling and kissing and sucking on them. "He turned to Tommy, and sneered, 'Watch and learn, Tommy-boy. This is how you get a girl hot for your cock! They really like rough titty-play!' "Tommy could see me roll my eyes, and he had a hard time not laughing. "My bunched up bra was pinching my boobs while Marty was mashing them, so I said, 'Take my bra off, baby! Strip all my clothes off! Show Tommy what he's not going to get until you're all done with me!'

This is where the flash of dreams, failures, and fucking what ifs come in. I'm the equivalent of a blonde bombshell with brunette hair. I have large breasts, a slender waist, and a round face with huge green eyes surrounded by full, long eyelashes. As a young teenager, my attributes didn't stop me from being a tomboy. Over the summer of my fifteenth year, my budding breasts exploded and my new breasts most definitely interfered. The boys themselves put the biggest damper on things. The same ones I played football with during weekend pickup games changed overnight. They made up sexual stories about me and passed them around high school as truth.

Danika’s brows lifted in surprise. It wasn’t a man. It was a woman. Tall. Confident. Slightly built but strong in all the right places. There was something effortlessly cool about her something bold. In one word? A total tomboy. She turned to Danika and gave her a small, easy smile. “You okay?” Danika let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Yeah… I am. Thanks to you.” The girl shrugged casually. “They were annoying. ”Danika let out a soft laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

She purred. "I'll do my best, Mrs. A." Tommy was easily the most athletic of the group. Standing 6' 2", around 200 lbs, he was the wide receiver on the football team and starting pitcher for the baseball team. When his strong, young hands first touched her body she struggled not to moan. His hands roamed her body, lubing her up from ass crack to neck. His hands went to her sides and worked their way up. When his hands reached her side boob he paused...did his hands just close slightly?! His hands moved back down her sides.

But deep inside, he wished his daughter will not be like her mom, and pray that she won't be driven by the urge to play a TOMBOY. THE END Hi guys, thank you for reading this book and I hope you enjoyed it. I would like you to know that I have other stories here and would be happy if you can check them out. Thank you once again for reading this story :)

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.

This lot hadn't jumped in to save him this morning, so why were they suddenly getting brave? As Jayce squared up to the leader—Tom Griffith—he did the same, puffing out his chest and straightening up to make himself even taller. As he pushed his chest into Tom's face, the lad took a step back. "Haven't you done enough?" Tom asked. He seemed to have dropped the hard man act and was opting for reasoning with the bully. "Yeah, he did a shitty thing, but he's said he is sorry and you've already taken a pop at him."

If it weren’t for the stubble, I would easily have passed for a girl . Boo-boo-boom - the heart breaks in a panic. Tom jumps out of bed, pulls on his jeans. He doesn't have a hoodie. So she did. This thought makes me feel warmer. She's in the house... where should she be? In the kitchen. Drinking tea. Maybe talking to mom. She is all right. But torn nerves demand to immediately find it and verify this visually. Better yet, feel it.