A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3)

... Kelly huffs snidely while gazing at her phone. "Bye, Mr. Howard." Emmy smiles up at him as she sits on the floor against Kelly's pink bed. "See ya later, girls." He smiles back down at Emmy before leaving. He's known Emmy since around the time her father went away to prison. She's been envious of Kelly for having him as a father and he's been delighted to see her every time she comes around. Emmy flirts with him any chance she gets, although that's not shocking considering she flirts with most older guys. As the night winds down Kelly begins to fall asleep while Emmy is still wide awake. She's on Kelly's computer, bored as she browses and hears that Kelly's parents have come home. Her ears perk up as she hears loud whispering in the hallway. Curious, she quietly runs over to the door and listens. "Come on, baby, for old time's sake. Remember the fun we used to have?" Mr. Howard whispers just loud enough for Emmy to hear as he caresses his wife's shoulder and leans down to kiss her neck. "Not now, Brian." Mrs. Howard resists as she goes for their bedroom door. "Come on, I know you want it." Mr. Howard stumbles a bit, slurring his words. "No!" She hisses aggressively. "I'm tired and I'm going to bed." "Fine, fine..." He gives up reluctantly and turns around to stumble down the hall, passed the door Emmy has her ear glued to. "Can't get nothing." He slurs further in the distance as he goes down the stairs. Emmy smiles, enjoying eavesdropping on them. Emmy goes back to the ...

... computer and finds herself browsing Mr. Howard's facebook account and looking at his pictures. She bites her lip, she's always admired how handsome he is and has teased Kelly before about having a "hot dad." She squirms a little in the chair, her toes curling up and her left hand slowly touching above her breasts. A devious smirk dons her face as she begins to think dirty thoughts. She thinks hard on it for a moment, going back and forth on the idea of fucking her best friend's dad while both her and her mother are home. It's too much to resist as she gets up quickly, but quietly, the horny adrenaline pumping through her. She steps in front of Kelly's mirror to touch up her makeup and hair. She notices a young picture of Kelly and her father in the corner of the mirror, feeling envious of their relationship. When she's done getting herself dolled up, she looks back to her sleeping friend and smirks dubiously. Emmy walks down the stairs, clad in only a small black t-shirt that fails to cover much of her midriff and pale pink boyshort panties. Her perky teen tits are snug under her shirt, bouncing as she takes each step slowly. Her long highlighted hair runs down the side of her head and down her backside, shining in the dim moonlight, so silky, smooth and soft. Her usual raccoon eyes and pink lips accentuate her pretty face. As she reaches the bottom of the staircase she curiously looks across the living room to see Mr. Howard on the couch, his pants around his ankles, the glare ...