1. Baby Sitting was different that night


    Date: 10/2/2017, Categories: Fiction, Hardcore, Male Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    I am trying to wrrite this story from the perspective of the female, which I am not. So if the language, thoughts or experiences are not realistic, I apologize and would welcome any suggestions of corrections. Feel free to PM me. I am basing this story on a girl I knew, and I have pictures I will share if asked. They are not nude or sexual, just regular photos. ******** I have always considered myself to be a beautiful woman. My mom and dad told me, my aunts and grandmas told me. How many times had I heard "you're so beautiful Brandee?" But they were family. The ones who rarely called me beautiful were the boys. I had most things in abundance, which is not what you want. First off, I was almost 5' 9", and while that is far from the end of the world, it makes you taller than most boys who are athletes and they all want those ditzy, slutty bimbos, and no matter what I tried I could never impersonate, let alone emulate. I was also broad shouldered, with large hips, a wide stomach (not a fat stomach, but wide in body width. I also was a little bit thicker than most girls, and while I was perfectly within healthy parameters, few boys were turned out by a bigger woman in any respects. I often wondered if I grew up in a inner city instead of a smaller suburban city, I might have gotten some appreciation for my body from the black guys, but I don't really know. I definitely had a pronounced butt, bigger in stature just like the rest of me. It wasn't like I was shaped like a ...
    linebacker or anything, I had a very noticeable curve from my waist to my hips. I also had a few more things in abundance, including thick abundant hair, thick plump lips and big round eyes. My mother was a bit of a prude and I wasn't allowed makeup and rarely styled my hair. I am sure it didn't help my cause. Let's not forget my breasts, they were a pronounced as anything else on me, I had 42 EE's. and they were something I got to be proud of. They were not just large but they were shaped, from the side in the mirror I could easily see the curvature up and under my breasts. I didn't have a pair of hanging utters, I had a pair of plump, firm glorious breasts. So when I say no boys called me beautiful, maybe I should clarify. While guys were turned off by me height, large frame and I think strength, they liked my breasts. So much so, it was the only thing they paid any attention to. In all my time in high school I never had a guy look at me when they talked to me, not even my teachers. Just my tits, it was all they seemed to care about. It really burned me up, at first they ignored me through middle school because I was bigger than most of them, now they paid attention but to my breasts, not to me. I went on a few dates but they all went the same way, a dinner followed by a movie or a walk in the park or going to the fair, all just pretenses to get me next to them where they could try to get to second base, and be the first one to say they had seen them. I pretty much hated guys. From ...
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