1. Rachael's Year


    Date: 9/15/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female solo, First Time, Hardcore, Interracial, Male / Female Teens, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Teen Female Solo, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    has treated her as well as he has – not her father, mother, brother, or the few friends she had at school. She knew she didn’t have a chance with the man but she wanted him in her life in whatever form she could get. The day of February 19th – Rachael’s 18th birthday – was especially annoying at school. Douchebag David was in full douche mode to her and her increasingly growing circle of friends she had made via Trevor. Some random food items from lunch were thrown at, and near, her and her table. As she walked down the hall she narrowly avoided being tripped by David. She wanted to slap that smug look off his face so bad. But she didn’t. Carley forgot it was her birthday and seemed overall irritated at something. Rachael shrugged, assuming Carley’s period was more annoying than usual. When Rachael got home later in the afternoon, she decided to take a shower. She stood nude in the bathroom mirror first and examined her changing body. Her abs were fairly toned, as well as her shoulders and biceps. Her eyes trailed their way down to her thighs. “Thick and juicy,” she thought. Then she turned sideways in the mirror to get a view of her butt. It was rounded and toned now as it sat on top of her hamstrings. She gave it a nice, hard, slap, watching the relaxed muscles ripple in the mirror. She flexed a few times, causing her nice little butt to twitch. She turned back around to face herself and grabbed her perky little B-cup tits. She teased a nipple and then released it to ...
    concentrate on her face; in her opinion, her weakest area. She sighed as she studied her big nose and small mouth. She shook her head and hopped in the shower. When Rachael was done she dried off and got some pajamas on. Her mother was home early from work. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” Nikki said to Rachael as she walked into the kitchen. “Oh, thanks,” she replied. “Here, this is from Ronnie,” Nikki said, handing Rachael a cardboard box. Rachael placed it on the kitchen table and opened it. There was a lot of tissue paper packaging and a note. She picked up the note, reading it to herself. “Happy Birthday, Rachael. Please wear this Friday night. It should be a perfect fit.” She removed some of the packaging paper and saw a black piece of cloth. She held it up, letting let it unfold. It was a dress; a long, spaghetti strapped, black dress. “Oh wow, that’s lovely. He has good taste in dresses,” her mother chimed in. Rachael rolled her eyes, knowing that she was trying to insinuate he was gay because he had a decent fashion sense. “I’m going to try it on,” Rachael said, taking the dress to her room, closing the door behind her. It was gorgeous; simple and not fancy, but gorgeous nonetheless. The dress was tight fitting to accentuate her curves and came to just above her knees. The cleavage was just right. Nothing was over the top or inappropriate. It was perfect. She looked like an adult wearing it. Ronnie must’ve consulted with her mother on the correct size. She picked up her phone ...
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