Candy Apples

I had sex with Teegan’s dad, on Teegan’s birthday. I didn’t want to. He forced me. He tightened the hold on my neck, and said my pussy tasted like candy apples. I told him he’s sick. But I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone only if he wouldn’t tell Teegan. She’d hate me. So he said, “Okay, I promise,” and he kissed me on my cheek.

When I got home, I barfed. I couldn’t get the smell of cum off me.