Alyssa

“I was sitting here, in this exact spot, thinking about riding a fat cock, about how good it would feel inside me, shoved up in my pussy, splitting me open.” She stroked his bulge, the tent in his briefs growing higher and higher. “Do you like older women, Brad?”

Amy

“So I’m going upstairs,” Ian said, “Up to my room. You’re invited. In case you miss the taste of teenage cum. I’m big, and I keep my dick clean, shaved nice and trim. Or don’t follow me. Stay down here with your family. Keep it a fantasy. No big deal, I’m good either way.”

Mrs. Mallory (Campfire Tales #1)

“Oh, fuck me,” I said. “Yeah, well, Jay, get used to it,” Enrique said, “You’re the lowest bitch on the totem pole, so now you’re going to help unload their van, and you’re going to be fucking nice about it. Put all their luggage by that tree.” He pointed up the hill at an enormous redwood, decking built around it, near the seasonal staff cabins. “The teachers get the nice rooms, the ones with a view.”

Ben

“I remember how I felt at your age,” she says, “Back when I was new to feeling horny all of the time. That feeling never really goes away, you know,” she cups her tits in her hands, looks me in the eye, and squeezes them. I try and fail to maintain eye contact. She doesn’t seem to mind, just continues speaking, “We all just learn to live with it in our own ways. Now, has Dani met all of your needs?” She places her hand on my knee, “Or did she leave enough for me?”