Trick or Treat?
Written on 18 July 2008 by Da ManSummary - Two 18 year old Goth girls, decide to go Trick or Treating after a Halloween Party and call upon their former history teacher, and fulfil there school girl fantasies. Story includes girl on girl and light S&M/Spanking.
David lay in bed, reading, as always, before going to sleep. It was funny, but unless he read, even for a little while, he could never get off to sleep. Of course, he avoided anything too stimulating or heavy, just something interesting or, occasionally when the mood took him, the odd erotic story, although, he didn’t do that quite so much in his thirties. But hey you couldn’t beat a good wank to relieve stress and release the tension in your muscles. Mind, he’d prefer something better. He’d been single for far too long, getting on for five years now. Yes there’d been flings, but nothing permanent. It didn’t help that he was far too shy and awkward to make the flings a regular event. His frustrations were often made worse because of the very oblivious flirting and teasing from his older teen pupils at the school where he had taught for 5 years. This flirting and teasing, and his efforts to ignore it were accompanied by the taunts and rumours that he was in fact gay, mainly from the teen boys, but rarely from the girls. Not that he was bothered about that, what bothered him was the way, if he let himself, his mind would dwell on some of the sluttier of the girls in there short come ether skirts . Even in class, occasionally, he could feel the one eyed monster rousing itself. Fortunately, he had always managed to control this, and the one eyed monster had yet to cause him any undue embarrassment.
Mind, there were moments, especially two years ago, when two girls in particular had pushed the limits as far as he could go, but they had left at the end of that academic year, much to his relief. But he’d not forgotten them, even now; the thought of them was enough to make the beast rise up. He resisted the temptation, and forced his mind back too book he was reading, which was one of a series, a fantasy, but one that didn’t take itself too seriously, and was quite funny in many places, this would be the 14th or 15th he’d read. He glanced at the clock again, hmmm 10:36, he’d allow himself to read until he couldn’t keep his eyes open, tomorrow was Saturday, so no school, no need to be bright eyes and bushy tailed.
There was a time when on Halloween’s night, he’d have been in a club, dressed as a vampire or something. Mind in his Goth days it would have been hard to tell the difference between normal everyday ware, and fancy dress. This thought made him smile to himself, as he thought about his pupils and their reaction if they knew about his Goth days. He still dressed in black and his house, which was Victorian, still retained a very strong gothic flavour, which is why he bought it. Mind he’d grown out off painting his room black. With a smile at the memory of his younger self, he returned to his book and let himself slide back into it.
Suddenly the door bell rang; David looked over at the clock, 11:10, “FUCK” he cursed! Who was that at this time of night, it was too late for trick or treaters, sod it, he wasn’t going down to answer it. The bell rang again, he ignored it, and again, he ignored it. However after the sixth or seventh time, he cursed, and threw back the covers and stood naked; stomping over to where his dressing gown lay, he picked it up and moving out of his bedroom he slung it on, pulling it around his body, he tugged and then knotted the belt. This had better be important, or he really would have some politically incorrect language to use when he opened that door too whoever they were. He turned the upper hall light on and stamped loudly down the stairs, as the bell range for the eighth time. As he neared the bottom of the stairs, and was close to the door, he could hear voices, and the sound of giggling, someone was telling someone else to stop giggling, hmmm female, which mellowed is temper, but only a bit.
As he passed, he turned both the hall light on and the outside porch light on. He reached the door; he could see two vaguely female forms through the frosted and etched pane glass front door.
He opened the door and was greeted by duet of “Trick or Treat Mr Lake” follow by giggles, giggles that hinted at a little too much drink. Any thought of expressing his anger were swept away by the vision that greeted his eyes. Standing under the porch light, giggling and leaning against each other for support were two girls, one dressed in a sort of school uniform, the other, yes, the gown and pasteboard hat, as the classic school teacher. Both girls were oddly familiar, but for moment, couldn’t place them.
After School With Renee
Written on 15 July 2008 by Da ManMichael and Renee had been together for a few months now, He was 16 with and althletic build and short blonde hair. She was 15, turning 16 in a few weeks, she had long, bottle-blonde hair, 5′ 7 and a perfect figure with perky C cups and long, slender legs. They had organised the nights before that Michael would go to Renee’s house after school, he had never been there before just as Renee had never been to his house either. It was a short walk, about 2-3 minutes from the school. While walking up her driveway, he realises that there is no car in the driveway and she tells him that her Mum is at work. She fumbles with her house keys at the door but finally getting the door open, she invites him inside.
It was a nice home, 3 bedrooms and a large sized kitchen and dining room. But Michael was more interested in seeing her bedroom. They hadn’t done much sexually with each other, he had fingered her in the movie theatre the week before but that was all. They were both virgins but she had gone farther with other guys than he ever had done with girls. She showed him around the home, the tour ending at her bedroom where they sat on her bed and talked for a while.
My lovely neighbour
Written on 9 December 2007 by Da ManKerri and I had recently begun to masturbate together. She had found me wanking in our garage and we had claimed her poolside Cabana to use as our love nest. Her parents never came home till late so after school we practiced our sex education.
After our first few days of kissing passionately naked and masturbating together as well as feeling each other up we progressed to masturbating and fingering each other. The second day we spent together she examined my cock and balls minutely learning all the right and wrong names for it and I did the same on her. It was most interesting as neither of us had a brother or sister and had never really seen the genitals of the opposite sex. A few hours of show and tell soon fixed that and together with a few articles out of a teen sex site we were pretty well informed on what the males and female enjoyed sexually. The thing then was to practice it.
My first experience after us masturbating together, was on day one when I had kissed her vagina for a moment. We had both licked a bit of cum off her finger so we had an idea of what that tasted like. I got a small drop of he cunt juice on my tongue but not enough to really taste it. I was curious to get back down here and see for myself what girls liked when they were getting oral sex. The articles she had printed out were good and we had both read them and got quite excited at the prospect from the sounds of doing and receiving it.
Rape to reality
Written on 1 December 2007 by SabrinaWell lately I have been talking to this guy online on mic. for a few month and OMG his great at telling me what to do to myself and how to do it well and calling such dirty names and I just love it so much. Once I bought an 8in dildos that sticks to any flat surface and it perfect for the bathroom wall.
He told me what to do with it and he knows what he’s doing to me, I was he’s lil slut toy online. One day he wanted me to get this outfit, which was a black tight string dress with red linings around it that just cover my ass and a boy short, along with a 5in vibrator. Overall it was too much for me to buy on my own. So he told me that he would pay for it as long as I wear it and take pic.s with it, so I let him.
The day I got the dress and toy I told him about it and he wanted me to wait for a day he’s free so he can get online and tell me what to do. So I did like a lil slave I was to him. So one night I saw him get on and he told me it was time for me to wear it and to get the new vibrator and dildos, so I did like he told me so. As soon as I got dress and brought the toys he told me “mmmmm, I can’t wait to use those toys on u in that slutly outfit and this time u don’t have to take any pics”
“y”
“don’t ask any question u bitch!”
“yes sir”
“good slut, now go by ur window in ur room and start dancing”
so I went by my window and start to dance around
“I want you to be as slutly as u can while u dancing, u hear my lil whore?!?”
as soon as he said that I was wondering how would he know that I was just dancing around and not the way he likes it, but since I love him so, I just did it for the hell of it. After a few min of dancing my ass off I heard the doorbell. And told him that there’s someone so I had to wear something else to cover myself, but he said no and to answer the door like that. I was sacred that it would be my neighbor or friend, but as I open the door I see a guy with a laptop standing there looking at me up and down as if he knew me.
One lovely night at my house
Written on 11 November 2007 by SabrinaMy name’s Peter, and I’m 17. Well, my parents told me they were going out for their anniversary on the upcoming Saturday night, and I would be at home alone. I planned to just look at porn all night, but I got a better idea.
There are a lot of people in my neighborhood, but there are two girls my age who I’d give anything to fuck. One is Mariah, a skinny dirty blond with C cups and a tough ass (she swims year round). The other is Alison, who’s not as skinny as Mariah, but she has bigger boobs and her amazing bubble butt jiggles like crazy.
School had just let out for the weekend, and I saw Alison. I went up to her and asked “Hey, you wanna maybe chill at my place tomorrow night?”
“Yeah.” she said. “I won’t be home till about 8, so I’ll come over then.”
History Teacher
Written on 28 October 2007 by SabrinaMy god she was beautiful. And so far out of reach. All I could do was stare and wish. My name is Charles, I’m 25 years old and I’m a teacher. I’m the teacher of a 10th grade class, and right now all of my students were taking tests. I had nothing to do at all, so I spent my time staring at my favorite student, her name is Ally. I’ve known her since she was little, we actually used to be friends. I live right next door to her, 10 years ago I was her babysitter. Today I’m her teacher, she’s 16, and I’m 25. Funny how that worked out. “Sir, I’m finished,” a student stood up and proclaimed. “Ok Henry, just put it here on my desk, you may go now. Don’t forget to do page 69 in the workbook and have a great day,” “Thanks sir!” After that the students slowly all finished up and filed out of my classroom. Ally came up last, 5′9″ with 40C breats stuffed into a bra at least 2 sizes too small, and a miniskirt that would make most men drool, I could only barely control myself; my pants on the otherhand had become the most painful things in the world. “I think I got it Charles, I mean Mr. Logan… please be gentle, I tried my best,” “I’m sure you did Ally, now go on home and have a good day.” God, I might just commit suicide, she was so innocent and so sexy and so far out of reach.
That night I went home, riding my Ducatti. Most people wondered why I taught public school 10th grade history when my parents were so completely successful. My answer to that was easy, I didn’t need money. My parents had died in a plane crash, and with their deaths I was willed their entire fortune of 1.2 billion dollars, plus the 1 million insurance payment. I was doing what I loved, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Most people probably think of me as spoiled, I think of me as lucky, and I’m doing what I want to now. I do charity work, donate money, and spend my time with a society that needs all the help it can get.
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New Daddy
Written on 21 October 2007 by Da ManAmanda didn’t want a big 18th birthday party; she just wanted to hang out with a few close friends. She planned to go out with her best friend, Jamie, and her boyfriend, Jason. They planned to go to the mall, and then back to Jason’s house to go in the pool, watch movies, order pizza, and just hang out.
At the mall, a lot of shopping was done and a lot of gifts were bought for Amanda. She was having a great time. They got a little hungry, and decided to head over to the food court.
When they were just about done eating, a guy who looked about the same age as them came up to them and introduced himself. “Whats up, ladies?” he said and told them his name was Nick. He sat down and began talking. He seemed not to notice Jason, being more interested in the two girls. He was mostly talking to Amanda, probably on account of her looks. Amanda had modest-looking breasts, when in fact she wore a 32D bra, and her ass was tight and plump. She was skinny but shapely, with a good tan, reddish-brown hair, and a very pretty “girl-next-door” face. Nick was talking to her like he thought he was God’s gift to women, and he swore a lot and showed little respect to any of them. Nick learned that Amanda and Jason had been going out since their freshman year, and his focus immediately shifted to Jamie, a step lower than Amanda in looks, but still fairly attractive.
Amanda didnt like Nick at all. She personally thought he was an asshole, and Jason seemed to feel the same way. But Jamie, for reasons unknown, seemed to really like him and she invited him back to Jason’s house. Not wanting to be mean, Amanda simply said that it was up to Jason. Jason said it was cool with him, although he wanted anything but to have this cocky “top-dog” asshole in his house.
Amanda thought her birthday was ruined as she sat in the back seat of her boyfriend’s car - Nick called “shotgun” - on the way to his house. When they arrived, Jamie brought up that Nick didnt have a suit.
“I’ll just use one of Jay’s,” he said, without the slightest bit of inquiry in his voice. Nick was really getting on Jason’s nerves and he gave Amanda a look that she shot right back, showing she felt the same way.
Jamie began walking to her house to get her suit after refusing Jason’s offers to drive her, but she insisted on walking, as her house was but two blocks away from Jason’s.
Amanda put on her small black bikini and Nick commented on how much bigger her tits looked and how much he liked them. Jason slipped into some shorts, and after supplying Nick with a suit and directing him to the bathroom, Jason brought Amanda into his room and sat her down on the bed for a private discussion.
“Who the hell does this guy think he is?!” he said.
“I know, he’s such an asshole,” Amanda said. “I don’t like him at all. We just met him and he’s acting like he’s known us for years and we’re supposed to just put up with him. Did you see how many times he stared at my chest?”
“I saw, and he stopped talking to you completely when you mentioned you were with me, like you were useless to him.”
“Why the hell did Jamie invite him back here? What could she possibly like about that dirtbag?”
“His idea of charm is basically objectifying Jamie, and she went for it!”
Just then, Nick burst through the door.
“Yo, Jay, your suit is too tight, my balls can’t breathe in it.”
Jason was appalled that Nick would bust into his room like that. Amanda was equally shocked.
“Have you ever heard of knocking?” Jason asked, angrily.
The History Teacher
Written on 21 October 2007 by Da ManMy god she was beautiful. And so far out of reach. All I could do was stare and wish. My name is Charles, I’m 25 years old and I’m a teacher. I’m the teacher of a 10th grade class, and right now all of my students were taking tests. I had nothing to do at all, so I spent my time staring at my favorite student, her name is Ally. I’ve known her since she was little, we actually used to be friends. I live right next door to her, 10 years ago I was her babysitter. Today I’m her teacher, she’s 16, and I’m 25. Funny how that worked out. “Sir, I’m finished,” a student stood up and proclaimed. “Ok Henry, just put it here on my desk, you may go now. Don’t forget to do page 69 in the workbook and have a great day,” “Thanks sir!” After that the students slowly all finished up and filed out of my classroom. Ally came up last, 5′9″ with 40C breats stuffed into a bra at least 2 sizes too small, and a miniskirt that would make most men drool, I could only barely control myself; my pants on the otherhand had become the most painful things in the world. “I think I got it Charles, I mean Mr. Logan… please be gentle, I tried my best,” “I’m sure you did Ally, now go on home and have a good day.” God, I might just commit suicide, she was so innocent and so sexy and so far out of reach.
That night I went home, riding my Ducatti. Most people wondered why I taught public school 10th grade history when my parents were so completely successful. My answer to that was easy, I didn’t need money. My parents had died in a plane crash, and with their deaths I was willed their entire fortune of 1.2 billion dollars, plus the 1 million insurance payment. I was doing what I loved, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Most people probably think of me as spoiled, I think of me as lucky, and I’m doing what I want to now. I do charity work, donate money, and spend my time with a society that needs all the help it can get.
When I get home, I find a message on my machine. I press the play button and go grabbed a soda from my fridge. “Hey Mr. Logan, how are you doing? This is Ally’s mother and I have a really big favor to ask of you. My sister just had an extremely bad car accident and is in the E.R. right now, we can’t get a babysitter and were wondering if you would be willing to do it for us? Please call back as soon as you get this.” Wow, I rushed over to the phone and picked it up, I called Ally’s house immediately. “Hi Alice, I just got your message, do you want me to come there or do you want Ally over here?” “Oh thank god, if it’s not too imposing, she says she feels uncomfortable in our house because our security system is out, so would it be okay if she stayed over at your place? I’m sure it won’t be for more than a week and you can hire a babysitter at any time and we’ll pay you back,” “That’s fine, I’ll come over right away.” I hung up the phone and ran back out onto my bike. I didn’t live at my parents old place because of a sewage line break, the whole house had pretty much rotted down to its foundations, and the land had become worthless, I was now at least 10 minutes away by bike. I made it 5.
I got to their house and Alice and Mike (Ally’s ‘rents) were already loading the car. “Thank you so much Charles, I can’t thank you enough,” Alice said “We’ll be back as soon as possible, and just make a list of the things that we owe you and we’ll pay you back.” “It’s no problem,” I replied “Good luck, and send your sister my best wishes.” The parents got into the car and drove off, leaving me to go inside and get my student and take her back to my house. Good lord I was screwed. “Ally? You ready to go?” She ran down the stairs, “Hold on just a second, I have to get some more clothes.” she yelled down the stairs. “Let me help,” I yelled back up, and proceded up the stairs. There she was in all her adolescent glory, rushing around the room grabbing clothes left and right. A small backpack was on the floor almost filled, and the last two items to go into it were two thongs, both looking very much like Victoria Secret. She caught me looking at her clothes, “It’s all I have left, everything else is dirty.” I blushed and looked away, “lets go then? I brought an extra helmet, I hope you don’t mind sitting in front of me on the bike, it’s a little safer.” It was her turn to blush, “sure I guess.” I went downstairs with the teenage angel following me. I handed her my extra helmet, put mine on, and headed out the door. “Do you have a key?” I asked, “Yeah, don’t worry.” “Ok, hand me your backpack and I’ll carry it while we ride home.” Ally got in front, which put her firm juicy ass right infront of my manhood. This was going to be a fun ride. I sat down behind her, put my arms aroind her and onto the handlebars. I revved the engine, and let Ally feel the rush of speed on a Ducatti racing bike, and within the 5 minutes that should’ve been 10, we arrived at my house. The poor teenage girl stepped off the bike a little dizzy, but very exhilirated.
Day At Work
Written on 21 October 2007 by Da ManTo start, My name is Sabrina Cyrus.I’m now 17, but this happened when I was 16. Underage, yeah. But hell, who isn’t under-aged half the time.Well, My mom insisted I get a job to get my own car.So, for her sake, I got a job working down at the store.Nothing big, but it satisfied her.My manager, Nick, was kinda an ass all the time.He had short, spiky black hair, green eyes, and was twenty.Here goes..
I was falling behind one day.It was a fairly hot and sunny day.It seemed as if I was the only one working.I trudged into the back, leaning on the cold wall in the dark room.I twirled my hair and scanned the room.I then jumped, seeing the door open and my manager, Nick, walk in.”Sabrina!What are you doing?!”He asked, not really angry, just in a simple way”Your supposed to be working.You know, you’ve not been doing good today”He walked over to me and crossed her arms.
I looked up from the ground to him, eyes gazing over his body.”I..I’m sorry, sir.”I looked back down”I’m just tired, and, and have alot of my mind..”I glanced up then down again.Nick stared at me, I felt it.”Well, How do ya’ suppose you make up the hours you’ve lost today?”He asked, but a slight tempting tone in his voice.
“I..I donno.Please don’t fire me, Nick.I know I’ve been falling behind alot”I sighed heavily, thinking”I’ll do anything if you want, just please don’t fire me.I need the job, the money..”
Nick, being who he was, smirked”Anything, you say?”He asked, slight eye raise”How about we make a deal, Sabrina?”He grinned as I shrugged.”Have sex with me.You do, I’ll pay you for the lost hours, and, extra.”.My eyes widened as I looked up at him and shook my head”No..I can’t.That..That’s not right..”I stuttered, for one, I was still a virgin.Two, I was abit afraid.I never meant that.
The Locker Room
Written on 21 October 2007 by Da ManIt was Tom’s thirty second birthday and he was on his way home from
work. His wife had a romantic birthday dinner planned for him tonight. He
had some time to kill before she gets off work. He drove passed a middle
school on his usual route home. The 8th grade Cheerleading practice was
going on, and he slowed down and saw the team of young girls practicing.
Tom turned around and pulled in the parking lot of the school. There
were a line of cars of mom’s and dad’s watching their daughters practice,
and waiting for them to finish so they could drive them home. Tom pulled
up and disguised himself as another parent. He put a blanket over his lap
and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his hard cock out of his underwear.
He ran his hand up and down his prick with one hand, and rubbed his
balls with the other. He watched all the cute girls dance in their tight
spandex. He especially had his eyes on a sexy young brunette that seemed
to be the head of the squad. She walked up to the coach and appeared to
ask her a question. The coach nodded her head and the girl ran quickly to
a building near by. Tom continued jacking off watching the other girls and
a few minutes passed and he saw the girl come out of the building and run
back up to the squad.
Tom got out of the car and walked behind the building. There was an
open window and he climbed up so he could look in. He saw that it was the
locker room and he climbed in the window and jumped from the window sill
and landed on the hard floor. There were two walls full of lockers, some
toilet stalls and a big shower.
