Sweet sixteen Stories

I didn’t have any contact with Gina for the next couple of days, but that Sunday I went downtown with Jenny on my lingerie shopping trip. I got a black garter with straps, some nylon stockings to go with it, several pairs of those transparent panties that Jenny also liked so much, and finally, red lacy panties much like the woman in that porn photo spread. With this stuff, you’re going to be the hottest chick around when...

Oh, to be sixteen again when my friends and I started to practice kissing at our occasional sleepovers. This was, of course, to prepare ourselves for boys. But it was oh so good. Naturally, one thing led to another and before you knew it, we were naked and nibbling, sucking, and kissing all over each other's bodies. God that was fun! It still fuels my fantasies today. And then there were the events of the sleepover follow...

I really liked Mr & Mrs Bolter. She was a kind lady who seemed to have boundless energy and was part of all kinds of voluntary work and events for the local church. She was always out and about in her little Volkswagen car. Mr Bolter always seemed to have a nice sweetie in his pocket for the local kids and had always called me sweetheart which I liked, even though I was now sixteen and all grown up.  I'd known them for ye...

I slide my dark, innocent eyes up to your face as you slip the thick head of your cock from your pants. I lose my breath, knowing what you want from me is my first blow job. I am scared of the unknown and the path this act will set my feet upon but I part my lips obediently and slide the tip of my tongue over the smooth crown of your erect penis, lapping.Your moan encourages me to be bolder and I slip my lips all the way...