Brook

Now I’m staring, I can’t help it. Her breasts... they’re huge. I had no idea. Sprouting from Brook’s narrow frame are two glorious funbags, the gray fabric of her bikini top fighting its best fight to cup them, keep them constrained, stop them from what cannot be more than a wayward brush away from springing free of the nylon and bouncing into my life. As her shoulders adjust and her arms move her breasts get pushed outwards and pulled this way and that and... weird, it looks like her jaw is moving, too. Oh fuck. She’s asked me something, is waiting for my answer. I have no idea what.

Kasia

He looks up, his eyes finding mine. He looks cute, so serious with his salt-and-pepper hair and goofy old t-shirt and shorts. “I don’t know what you’re doing, Kasia, but--” “I’m showering, Mr. Wilcock,” I say, stepping back into the stream of water, letting it run down me, washing the soap off.

Lize

Like the time I was walking into the house after my jog, tired and lost in my own thoughts, and I heard, “Welcome back, Mister Pearce!” I looked over and saw Lize, laying face down on the couch reading a book, head turned over her shoulder with a knowing grin on her face. It was her ass, wrapped in dark green yoga pants so tight they looked painted on, thick, plump, round, pointed straight at me. I had never seen an ass so in need of a grope, a slap, a fuck. And on this girl? I jerked off in the shower after that one.

Booty Call (Summer Break, part 6)

“When I smiled at you back then, did you know I was day dreaming that you’d fuck me? That you’d shove me against the wall? Rip my clothes off?” Dani said, “Did you know I was horny for you to hold me down, fuck me into submission?” She ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, from base to tip. “Did you know I was a slut, needy for your cock?” She bounced his cock against her cheek. “Little sixteen year old me would have sucked you dry if you’d asked.”

Kiara (Summer Break #3)

There was giggling, then another girl’s voice, “Don’t wake him, he’s sleeping.” Mark was always slow to wake, and he was still only half conscious. A third girl, “Do you think he’ll have morningwood?” A burst of giggling, cut through with the voice of his daughter, Olivia, “Gross!” The third girl again, teasing, “Sorry, Liv, you’ve always had the hot dad, we thought you knew.”