18 Plus Play Toy

As Mrs Gallan my college history teacher tells us about the wars of the Persian empire my mind wonders to the athletics club. In particular a guy named Clive. He’s about 5ft10, short black hair, tanned and muscular. He gives me a big smile when he sees me and I often fantasise about him.

Unfortunately he has a girlfriend called Vicky who’s also in the athletics club. They’re often arm in arm and kissing when they think no ones around. As I imagine him in his tight shorts and t-shirt my hand slowly moves down between my legs.

With my hand on the outside of my beige cargo pants I rub my finger along the seam which is pulled against my pussy. With my other hand I pull my folder over the edge of the desk so no one sees me.

Slowly I strum my fingers along the seam and feel my pussy getting wet. Tingles of pleasure spark through my vagina. Parting my legs more I begin to rub more firmly. As I do I feel my nipples harden like pebbles.

Then as I imagine Clive’s tongue licking my pussy the bell rings. Taking my hand away from my damp crotch I put my folder and pen in my bag and stand up.

I wore my light brown knitted jumper today which make my perky 34b tits feel snug and warm. Putting on my black puffer jacket I head out of the classroom. There’s Melanie waiting for me. We hug then walk along the corridor.

“I’ve athletics class Melanie” I tell her. “Would you like me to take your books home?” she asks.

Smiling at her as I pass the books to her. I feel so lucky to have Melanie as my best friend. We’d been best friends since junior school. She was being bullied on our second day. I snapped and fought the bully.

She was far bigger and older than me but I didn’t care. I lost the fight but from that day no one ever bullied Melanie or I.

When my parents divorced Melanie was there for me. Talking to me, making me laugh and being such a friend. When her dad left Melanie and her mum I tried to be as good a friend to her.

As we exited the building we said goodbye and I headed over to the sports field. As I reached the changing rooms there were a number of students standing outside. “There’s no class today Kelly” said Dave who was one of the older students.

Apparently the teacher had been called to a meeting. As I disappointedly turned away because I wouldn’t get to see Clive in his tight shorts I then thought “At least I can go home early and finger myself to a toe curling orgasm”.

As I made my way out of the college gates I wondered what it would be like to fuck. I was a virgin and wasn’t in any rush to lose it however I still thought about it. I knew Melanie had lost hers a few months ago to a neighbour. She said it wasn’t particularly good.

I wanted to wait until I was in love. Nearing the newsagents which was near my house I decided to purchase a chocolate bar as I was peckish. After choosing a bar I queued at the till. As I did I glanced at the security mirror on the wall behind the counter.

Checking out my medium length brown hair which I had put in a ponytail I saw an attractive guy in his mid twenties checking out my plump arse. Naughtily I stuck my bum out further and smiled. Feeling my nipples harden again I was excited to get home and finger fuck my pussy.

Leaving the shop I ate my chocolate as I headed home. Reaching the house I walked up the path and unlocked the door. Seeing my books on the table I then noticed Melanie’s bag on the floor. Did she leave it here by accident I thought?

Then I heard noises from upstairs. Slowly I climbed the stairs confused by what the sounds were. As I walked along the hallway I heard moans. Peering around my father’s bedroom door my mouth dropped.

There was Melanie naked with her back to me on top of my dad fucking him. Unable to speak or move I watched as my dad’s cock disappeared inside her pussy. For some reason I was surprised by how thick my dad’s cock was. It wasn’t long though.

As Melanie’s pussy lips slid up and down I felt anger rise inside me. How could they be fucking. She’s my best friend and he’s my dad. I then heard my dad say he was about to come. Finally I was able to speak…

“What the FUCK are you doing” I shouted. Melanie screamed and quickly pulled off of my dad. It was then that I watched as my dad groaned as he ejaculated all over his stomach and balls before pulling the duvet over him. Feeling sick I turned to Melanie who was covering herself with her hands.

We had seen each other naked plenty of times when we slept over at each others house so why she was covering herself I don’t know. Guilt I suppose.

Even more angrier I shouted “You both are fucking sick” then I stormed away. Reaching the bottom of the stairs I see a photo of Melanie and I on the wall. Grabbing it I smash it on the floor.

As I reach the door I hear Melanie come down the stairs hurriedly buttoning her blouse over her wobbling tits.
As she nears me she apologises. In reply I shout “Don’t ever talk to me again”. Melanie then touched my arm. With my anger at boiling point I shouted “Don’t fucking touch me”.

Opening the front door I walk out and inform her I’m going to mums and that dad and her can fuck all they want. Making my way down the street I call mum and tell her what’s happened.

As I near the bus stop I wait for the 10a bus which takes me to mums street. Still on the phone to mum she tells me she will call Melanie’s mum Glenda right away. Hanging up the phone the bus soon arrives and I take a seat at the back.

There were a handful of passengers however my mind replayed the images of Melanie and dad fucking. He is old enough to be her father! She’s meant to be my best friend! How could they?

Feeling sick and angry I was determined not speak to either of them again.

It was then that I felt my pussy was drenched. Why??????