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Teen erotic story: Erotic story, teen sex: It was my one-year anniversary, December 21st. I was going to the same college as my boyfriend and this year I had a special surprise. I stripped naked and put on my high heels and a long dress coat and rushed over to his dorm room. He let me in and I closed the door behind me. Then I let the coat slide to the floor, revealing my naked sexy teen body. His mouth dropped open. I knew he was waiting for this for a long time. I told him to sit down on his bed, because I had something planned. He sat down and I pulled his legs apart and began to slide my body up and down his crotch, giving him a lap dance. He pulled my ass closer so I could feel his hard cock against my thigh. I leaned over brushing my breasts against his face as I undid his pants and took out his cock. His hands covered mine and he helped me to jack him off until he was rock hard. That's when he said it was his turn to play. He stood up and pulled off his pants and told me to lean over his computer chair. I did it and I felt him grab my hips as his cock circled my clit before he slid it in. He pumped in and out of me, slowly at first and then he sped up. I grabbed onto the chair for dear life as he pumped harder and harder. I could feel and hear his balls slapping against my thighs. His hips ground into mine as he came violently inside me. As I felt myself fill up with his cum, I came as well. We spent the rest of the night having sex in various positions. ... Lesbian teen sex story: Robin was lost in thought as she rode the Clark St. bus on her way to her job as a junior trader at the Board of Trade in downtown Chicago. Having only graduated from the U of I three months ago, she felt very lucky indeed to have landed such a good job in such a short period of time. If she kept her nose to the grindstone and worked hard, Robin was sure that not only would this job provide the mental challenge she needed, but also the kind of money most folks only dreamed of. As the bus swayed to and fro as it passed over the Chicago River bridge, Robin thought that the only real problem she had since moving to The Big Windy was the lack of any real social life. By now she had hoped to have made some close friends but it just hadn’t worked out that way with the workload she was carrying. Even in college she had just a handful of good friends, with no boy friends at all. Robin worried about her seeming total disinterest in men, and often wondered if she were maybe gay. In college, although she never showed it, she was always more interested in being with the girls. Her friend Joan had always kidded her that she was sexually repressed and just needed a good lay. Robin just would laugh and give the old “when I meet the right guy I’ll know it” line. This had gone on for four years with no sexual contact with men or women. Now she had read all the manuals and “how to” sex books but had never gone any farther than the masturbation part, and thankfully she didn’t have a problem having an orgasm!!! From her first attempt in high school Robin had discovered that her body was highly sexed and that orgasms came very easily for her, and just a few twists on her nipples made her pussy wet and hot, and either a her finger on her clit or a candle used as a substitute dick made her have shattering cums. So although she often wondered about having sex with a partner, she certainly wasn’t under any pressure to get it over with. Just then the bus stopped at Jackson St. where Robin hopped off and headed off to the office. Her mind then turned to the business of the day, but sex was surely in the back of her head. |
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