It was my turn to slide out over the ledge. I lowered my legs and winced as my cock slipped past the edge. I really, really wish I had put on some pan...s. The edge scraped up my stomach to my chest. I gripped it with my arms, wanting to keep lowering myself until it dangled by my fingers. I want to get—My grip slipped.“Fuck!” I shouted. The school building blurred past me, and then I hit the grass. The impact jarred up my legs. I fell backward, hitting hard. The air rushed out of my lungs in a. I wanted the stimulation that could linger on and on, even after shutting down the computer. My search finally ended with the sites displaying erotic stories.I found erotica very fascinating and straight away, I was hooked to it. I started reading those nicely written stories, the descriptions so vivid and live, that most of them felt like actually happening. It had enough ingredients to kindle my imagination, and even when I was not using my computer, those narration would became alive in my. My dad and I had went upstate to our house in Greenwood Lake, New York. We've had it since I was a little girl. It's the best place on earth. It's a two bedroom house, with a living room, kitchen, and two bathrooms. In the living room we have a fireplace. It's always fun making fires and enjoying each other's company.My mother is a doctor and she's gone to Africa to help out with a new hospital they're building there. She has been there for the past month. My dad is going a bit stir crazy I. Suddenly he sits up, his hands slide into my hair as he goes to stand. Worried I have offended him I grab his hand with my leg and go to pull him down again. Instead he moves himself unto my face and I can see his long hard shaft standing in front of me. I reach to touch it but he pins my hands to the floor above me and slowly puts it into my mouth as I lie below him. He starts to fuck me but not in my pussy, he is fucking my mouth and I can feel the head going deep into my throat as he thrusts.