I watched intently as she slowly and gently teased her clitoris whilst inserting her fingers into her vagina. ‘Oh! Cartoon sex I came spurting, so it seemed, load upon load of spunk into her knickers. Unfortunately, of course, I didn’t dare keep the ‘offended’ knickers and had to throw them in a dustbin the next day. ‘Wow!,’ she said, ‘that was quite a cum from you.’ And, so saying, she started to suck some of the globules of spunk that hadn’t, as yet, soaked into the lovely navy blue material. I ran to the door of the classroom but there were so many boys, all dressed the same in school uniform, thronging the corridor I had no idea who’d taken my knickers. I never got to know who the boys were who’d soiled my knicks. I never got to know who the boys were who’d soiled my knicks. Certainly, her ‘love’ school knickers must have meant that getting offered a part in a film (or two films as it happened) and having to wear them must have been heaven
