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My History Teacher 3

Nervous. I was definitely nervous. Butterflies were flying around my stomach and my leg couldn't keep still as I sit in my car in the alleyway of my History teachers' house. We had sex in her classroom before she offered to take me back to her house and fuck me...for a long, long time. To make me scream and cum for her over and over again. Then she fingered and sucked me off to an amazing orgasm. I shiver at the memory. I had no idea why I was so nervous, but I decide to take a leap of faith. I...

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Wish upon a star ch.1

One night while sitting around a campfire, I was wondering what it would be like to be a girl. I was wondering what masturbating would feel like, I had heard that girls could have more powerful and more plentiful orgasms. When I was about to turn in for the night, I looked up and saw a shooting star. I don't know why, but I decided to wish that I could be a girl for a week. Just one week. My wishes had never seemed to come true before so why should this one? The next morning my alarm went off and...

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Summer Fun Part One

I would turn 12 on our last day before summer vacation. I was looking forward to spending a lot of time at our ranch and enjoying the rolling hills, and the lazy summer days with my new friend Janet. Janet and I had met the last week of school. We hit if off right away. She was a beautiful blonde, 5’ 4” tall with a body that just wouldn’t quit. I had found looking at other girls really was beginning to turn me on and I thought she would be that someone special that I could really “get into.” We had...

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HIRSTMERE HALL: THE FENCING MISTRESS

Copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010 Parry! – lunge! – parry! – our blades made a sharp metallic sound as they clashed together. Then I over-committed myself in an attack and left an opening, which Miss Champney was quick to exploit. With lightning speed, the tip of her foil flicked against the padded collar of my protective tunic, and our practice bout was over. I wasn’t disappointed that she had won – she is my coach, and had been testing me on some new feints that she had demonstrated earlier in the training session. My name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me ‘Becky’...

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