Where the fuck did my panties go? That is the question. Just an hour ago I was on the couch in Mr. Thompson’s study, his cock deep inside me, fucking me over and over again. My eyes rolled back, I was in pure bliss. I had wanted this since I was 15 years old. Three…
Category: Teen
My Best Friend’s Dad Part 4–Covering Myself
I had a serious problem. My panties were still under Amanda’s dad’s desk. There was nothing I could do about it now, though. I had to act cool, as if I deliberately left my panties off. But why? Would Amanda catch on. Sigh. I had to answer her. Why wasn’t I wearing any panties under…
My Best Friend’s Dad, Part 3. Caught or Not?
One minute I was in orgasmic bliss, my eyes rolled back, my body arched, and the next I was being whisked across the room. He told me to scoop up my clothes, and I certainly did. What the fuck was about to happen? Bra check, panties check. Cheerleader top; got it! Shoes and skirt? Still…
My Best Friend’s Dad, Part 2
I didn’t wait for him to answer. I continued walking toward him, toward his desk, and around it. I could see the screen now. It was on pause. A guy was fucking a cheerleader from behind. Pompoms were on the bed, and her skirt was still on. His hands were on her hips; he was…
My Best Friend’s Dad
My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved…