yourteenslut, Author at NSFW story

Trick or treat [M/F]

“Hush now, pet”

You’d said it to me countless times before. To watch me squirm and hold it in. As a reminder that the neighbors might hear.

Never before had it been a command.

Now, with the stakes higher than ever, I didn’t dare play the brat. If we were caught, we faced far more than your wife finding out you’ve been fucking a college girl for the better part of the year. No, these were real consequences. Real, serious, *legal* consequences.

Because just one wall away, in the front hall of the poorly insulated house, your wife was handing out candy to trick or treaters.

*Children.*

And while they wouldn’t be able to insinuate what we were doing from a moan or gasp or rattle of the headboard, their parents sure could. Parents who did *not* want their children exposed to perverts on what should be an innocent holiday.

So yes, I did hush. Put all the concentration my little sex-addled brain could into it.

But you sure weren’t making it easy on me. Read more »

i [F] blindfold myself and masturbate infront of the window. today i found evidence of my audience.

(For context I live in a ground floor apartment, my window overlooks a parking lot. It doesn’t get a lot of use, but people sometimes drink there at night)

It started off tame. It was thrilling nonetheless.

Standing right there and stripping, blinds kept shut. On nights when the lot was empty. On nights when it wasn’t.

Cracking them open just slightly, enough that my silhouette was visible, but inconspicuous enough to be accidental.

Giving performances. Wandering hands, equally for pleasure and show. Craving and fearing and *needing* an audience.

But it didn’t go beyond that. I was too cautious to attempt anything that could seem intentional. Too scared to show my face, to open the blinds and face humiliation, or worse: recognition.

I was growing restless. Standing naked and visible to no one no longer felt exhilarating, but rather pathetic. I wanted, no, needed *more*, but those fears still prevailed.

So I turned to other methods. The pain of a hair barrette clamped on my clit. The sensation of vapo-rub on my nipples. The excitement of posting my body online approached that thrill, but fell just short of reality. Read more »

[18f] The only girl in scouts (truth or dare, gangbang, mild breeding)

(for context, this takes place in Rovers, which in Canadian scouts is 18-26 years old)

We’d known each other forever.

We played together through Beavers, and teased through Cubs. We’d share tents in Scouts, and flirt in Venturers. We had grown up together, we were practically family.

Except, well, families don’t do *this*.

It was the weekend after my 18th birthday, my initiation ceremony. We’d decided to perform it at camp and we were tenting in the backwoods, far from any other people.

The ceremony was over, and we were sitting around the fire, drinking the beer one of the older guys had brought and bantering. We joked, laughed, reminisced, and naturally, a game of truth or dare occurred.

They started off simple. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Dunk your head in the river. Most embarrassing moment.

And then the alcohol kicked in.

I don’t remember who suggested it, was it Ben, or Alex?

*Sit on his lap*

So I did.

I perched myself on your knees, staying as far from your lap as possible, teasing.

“Oh come on. I don’t bite” Read more »

Your naughty babysitter [18f]

I’ve been waiting for this day.

Ever since I started, months ago, I’ve been fantasizing about you finding me. When I stuff my pussy with that dildo you saw me with, I imagine it’s you. When I hear your car in the driveway, my abused folds only get wetter. When you pay me for watching the kids my mind drifts to you paying me for *other* services. Not that you’d need to. I’m a good girl, I’d do it for free.

Did you ever suspect it? Did I leave my scent in the air, arousal, and sweat, and sex? Did you ever think twice about the perk of my nipples on those days I was bold enough to forego a bra? Did you find the panties I left in your bed that one night, and realize that your wife’s were two sizes larger?

You did, didn’t you. You just didn’t know it was for you.

The panties were the most adventurous of a recent series of experiments. I was growing restless. I craved the thrill of being caught, but was just afraid enough of the aftermath to refrain from anything too drastic. Read more »