Teenage Sissy Novels & Stories

The bass from the club pulsed through Jenna’s body like a second heartbeat. She was only twenty-four but felt like she’d been waiting forever for a night like this. The underground kink club was invitation-only, and she’d sweet-talked her way in wearing her shortest pink dress. It barely covered the curve of her ass. White lace panties peeked out when she moved, and her hair was tied in two bouncy pigtails that made her look younger and sweeter than she felt.

"She was good. Lots of realism. She's at the top of my list so far, but we're comparing her to Nervous Nancy and Porno Polly." "Ethan. Jeez." Deza pushed at my back as I bounded up on the stage again. "Let's go. I'm having dinner with Liam. I don't want to be late, or he'll have eaten my brat and his." I let out a long breath and moved back as a pretty blonde walked up the side of the stage. "I'm Sissy." She extended her hand. Her tits were huge, and try as I may, I couldn’t stop staring at them.

I confessed, quietly, almost as if I were testing the sound of the words before throwing them out into the world. Timmy blinked, confused, as Midnight looked at me over the cup of tea she had just prepared, her eyes full of unexpected interest. "What?" Timmy asked, narrowing his eyes. I raised my head, facing him directly. "I'm Sissy. The one she exchanges messages with all the time. The one she tells everything to, from the most mundane things to... even her fears and dreams. She sends me songs, shares the most detailed observations about the world around her. She talks about the books she's reading, and I..." My voice faltered for a moment, and then I took a deep breath, gathering my coura

I put my hands on my hips and gave me a stern look. "Damn, sexy teacher. I like it. Can you put your hair up in one of those clips and put on the nerdy glasses too? And pencil skirt. You gotta have the pencil skirt." "This isn't sex ed, Tyce!" "Your ass would look fantastic in a pencil skirt." "Stop casting me in the porno in your mind!"

"Yes, you are, Old hag, and do you even care if we go to bars??" "Because you're all obviously kids! What are you, sixteen? What?" My eyebrows rose. "And take it back, I'm not, an old hag! I'm still a girl--" "Ah, not obvious." The bitchy teenager said. My lips parted again. "Tell me, Old hag, you're just jealous because we have a kiss. E, you? You're obviously going to bars because you don't have a man. Seeking love and shelter, huh?"

“WHO WAS IT?” “I’m not telling you.” Her eyes narrowed like a sniper lining up a shot. “It was someone forbidden, wasn’t it?” “No.” “Someone older.” “No.” “Someone with big hands and even bigger dick energy.” “I don’t know what that means.” “Someone whose voice sounds like sin and whose hips sound like thrust thrust thrust.” I slapped both hands over my ears. “I was using a dildo and my fingers!” I yelled. “Just like every other normal teenage girl going through an identity crisis and a dry spell!”

the surrounding students gasped and Stacy looked at them angrily before me. “Listen to me, I don’t care how good you can run your tongue but in this school, I am the queen bee and a trash like you can’t talk to me however she wants. Maybe, you will be the one drinking that toilet water. Ask around, I have made a girl do it before.”

Allysa’s eyes then drifted to his stomach; his abs were beautifully sculpted, and she wanted to taste them… _You shouldn’t do this, insisted her older colleague. You’ve never cheated on Cloé. _I can’t help it… Allysa excites me too much. The teenager shivered as he removed his pants and underwear. Her handcuffs were starting to hurt her wrists, but she didn’t care. She glimpsed his penis in the darkness. It was hard as a rock for her, and his sex seemed particularly large and thick. _Have you made love before, Allysa? he asked, lieing down on her.

I had anticipated this since yesterday and right now I just needed to blow a load and get home. I surfed the net looking for my favorite object insertion p**n to beat my meat off to, I mean, what better way to get a load ready? Lubing my cock with my saliva, my palm rubbed off on my cap first before moving downwards and upwards. The screen showed a group of men holding down a gay teenager and impaling him with a ball. My mouth watered as my hand moved faster on my rock hard penis. “Shit” I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session.

It has a sweetheart neckline, and it is long, and we all got the same hairstyle and make-up, and the shoes are all flats. "Cherry, you can talk to us?'' said Savannah. "Yeah, you can tell us anything; we won't judge you, Cherry tree," Sammy told her. I, Nessie, Samie Marie, nodded yes. Did you see them, all over the guys, like horny cats in heat, crawling and digging their craws so we cannot touch them? Believe me, they can have them manwhores. Their puss is stretched out. I started laughing at what Nessie said.