High School Girls
Date: 12/24/2015,
Categories:
Masturbation
Shemales,
Author: lana100
... He tripped over his pants and some boxes behind him and fell backwards, the back of his head striking a heater. Stars erupted in his head and the world disappeared in a static hum, and when his senses returned Joanna was gone! "Shit, shit, shit!" Eric gasped as he got up and struggled to get dressed. His cock was wet with Joanna's juices, and he could smell the sex in the room. What the hell! What just happened? She had seemed to enjoy it, despite the terseness of her speech and refusal to indulge in foreplay. But the sex had felt so good, so right, so much better than any fuck he had before. Had it all been an act? Was she rushing to cry '****'? Eric felt fear, a bucket of ice-cold water after the molten heat of their coupling. But somehow he doubted that. What he didn't doubt was that he had acted like a colossal jerk. And so had she! They had both acted like randy immature teens, which, he reflected, was what they were. But he, in particular, felt that he had let himself down. He got out a rag and started removing the wet spots of cum from the carpet of the floor and the mattress, his mind roiling. He would apologize to her. It didn't even occur to him to wonder if they would meet again. He simply knew it would happen. He had felt something - a bond, or connection, that he had never felt with a girl before. Karma, Kismet or Fate, he knew they weren't done yet, and might never be done. He started humming as he cleaned. *** Chapter 8 *** Sam walked towards his home, ...
... sullenly staring at the sidewalk and at his slender feet. He heard a wolf whistle, and looking up, saw two guys, playing basketball in a driveway, staring at his body. "Hey sexy! Love the braless look! Whoo!" one called out, and the other laughed. Sam was suddenly aware of his shirt clinging to his unsupported tits, and flushed. He ducked his head and stalked down the sidewalk, his arms crossing and covering his jiggling mounds. Between his legs he could feel his sticky, damp panties clinging to his vulva. Any goodwill he had towards being a girl was completely gone. His fury rose in him again, but had no outlet. Who was he supposed to get angry at? Dana was just a convenient target, and he knew she had not deserved it. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Dana was right. It was utterly ridiculous to have simply expected her to fix it, whether that faith was misplaced or not, it was stupid. He had no right to lash out at her like that. Joe may have started the whole mess, but again, nobody had f***ed Sam to slide that thing on his cock. God, he missed it right now. He really, really missed being a boy right now. His hands, gripping his arms, squeezed, and he winced as his long fingernails dug into sensitive skin. He couldn't be mad at Joe, he had been at the mercy of the thing from the moment he picked it up. None of them had been able to resist it, so what did it matter who picked it up first? He should have been strong enough. He could have broken the chain. He could have said no. ...