It started sometime after gym class as she was changing into her regular clothes. Something firm and wet swiped across the smooth lips of her labia then dove in to suck on her clit. That was the moment when Kristin realized she had accidentally put on the portal panties her boyfriend had purchased for her.
She had been skeptical about how they would work until they tested it at her house. All she had to do was wear the panties while her boyfriend jerked off with the handheld masturbator toy. The masturbator also allowed the user to perform oral on whoever wore the panties. It had been an interesting experience, one that she agreed to repeat- but not like this!
However, when she confronted Matt about it, he assured her that he didn't have the masturbator; He even showed her his locker and backpack to assure her.
"Babe, I swear, I don't have it," he said. "I'm pretty sure I left it at your house. We can look for it after school or something?"
Kristin shook her head. "Maybe it's a malfunction. I'll figure it out after school."
Except it was getting worse.
She had been given a reprieve for about an hour after the initial contact. Lunch was free for the most part until she was putting her tray away and felt a thick finger push inside her. The feeling nearly made her jump, but she managed to keep it together. Then she had to maintain that calm as another finger inserted itself and began to pump deeper inside her.
The fingers toyed with her, stroking and rubbing her clit all through her fifth period. They were slow and relentless, teasing her until she was soaked and trembling. All her nervous energy had to be expended by bouncing her leg. She had to keep herself from gasping, moaning, or reacting in any way even as the fingers pressed into her g-spot.
Kristin struggled to think about who could have found the masturbator? Has someone broken into the house and found it? Could these things be hacked and some pervert in Oregon was messing with her? She bit her lip and lowered her head as the fingers continued their relentless onslaught.
She managed to hide her moan as she came with the bell that dismissed them to the next class. It took her a moment to find the strength to walk. She was sure her face was flushed; Anyone who cared to scrutinize her expression might be able to see what was up.
Like before, whoever was doing this to her allowed her to walk to her next class before continuing their torment. However, this time when she sat, Kristin had to choke down a gasp as the unmistakable feeling of a firm, thick cock buried itself deep inside her. The cock pulsed as it remained still for her to adjust. Much to her horror, she could feel that her partner wasn't wearing a condom. But her panic was stomped out by the sheer thrill of it. Then she quietly whimpered as the defined head began to stroke along her inner walls.
The person filled her with a measured care- pulling almost completely out before pushing back in. Slowly taking her inch by inch each time he entered her. She could feel the curls of his pubic hair brushing at her skin. If she listened carefully she could even hear the slick sounds of it sliding in and out of her. The sound only increased her arousal, even if she had no idea who was doing this to her.
She couldn't help but open her legs under her desk; Thankful no one was sitting next to her at the back of the classroom. As she opened her legs, the cock began to move faster with more ease, adding force to behind the thrusts. It became a struggle to focus on the teacher as well as control her breathing as the pace picked up.
Her eyes wanted to roll to the back of her head. She wanted to let it all go and enjoy whoever was fucking her in the middle of her English class. It no longer mattered that she didn't know who it was; He felt amazing and was taking her to the absolute height of pleasure.
He was going faster and deeper now, really pushing himself into her with short, shallow thrusts. Whoever this was, he was screwing her with the intensity of someone who wanted to please his partner- almost like he knew her and wanted to savor the experience.
Her eyes opened wide as it hit her; The only person at home was her dad! He had taken the day off from work- but why would he do this? More importantly, why didn't it phase her? Why did it only turn her on more that her own father was the one burying himself inside her? The very thought of that hairy, beer-gutted man sitting in her room and having his way with her made her wetter than she thought possible; He could obviously feel it as he started to give deeper strokes that emitted a soft slapping sound.
Shit, this was so hot. She was being fucked by her dad in the middle of class and nobody had any idea. So long as the room didn't suddenly go quiet. Wetness seeped down her thighs and into her jeans as her arousal grew. She could feel it spread and she had to remove her jacket to cover her lap. Her body jolted as her dad fucked her harder, making her struggle to keep herself still so not to draw attention.
