DADDY'S BACKDOOR GIRL
by Sara Palmer
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011. All rights reserved.
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People think I'm such a bad girl but really, I'm not.
My mom went through a religious phase back when I was a little girl. It didn't last too long, maybe a couple years, but they were at my most formative and much of what I learned stuck with me. Not so much the tithing, or going to church regularly, or the believing in God part, or...
Okay, so maybe not much withstood our eventual boredom with church life. However, it was right in the middle of this that my mom kicked my dad out and filed divorce proceedings, which may have been why I latched on to the oddest thing. In the midst of that whole mess, my father gave me a chastity ring when I told him one day I was saving myself for marriage. I was ten at the time and desperate to please. He'd told me how proud he was of my decision, and had given me the ring.
Two months later, before the divorce was finalized, he died in a motorcycle accident. I blamed my mother for it all - she never denied she’d had an affair that didn’t work out for her once she left my father – and vowed through tears at his funeral to keep my last promise to him. Although church and anything religious quickly left our life, that vow stayed with me. My mom eventually got remarried to a cop, Adam, that I refused to call dad, and life went on.
Of course, I made the vow before I hit puberty. Keeping it made my early teens difficult as I discovered sex and boys, and they discovered my early-bloomer body. By sixth grade I was already a C-cup, and a DD by freshman year. I did the real-deal "good girl" thing for a few years, determined to keep the promise I'd made over the ring I still wore.
Then in junior year, while sneaking in my parents' bedroom to steal some cash, I found a stack of porn magazines poking between the mattress and box spring of their bed. The first page I turned to had a huge cock shoved up a girl's ass, and for a virgin like me the image was the biggest turn-on of my whole life. I nicked that magazine and the one below it and read every article, stared at every image I could, of anal sex. It was perfect: I could stay a virgin and still have sex!
Training my tight ass was easy, especially since I knew the first time I stuck in a finger that I liked it; I could almost get off with ass-play alone. From there, there was no turning back: I got myself a vibrator and an assortment of toys online, then graduated to the real thing. Finding a dick to fill it? Easy: I had the boys lined up to fuck my ass. Relationship status didn't bother me, if a guy wanted me then his girlfriend obviously wasn't giving it up enough. People called me names but I didn't care: I'd turned into a nymphomaniac and didn't feel like going back.
I was picky with who I fucked - I had a few boyfriends but as I liked variety and had no loyalty to any of them, they never lasted long. Because of some hating bitches spreading rumors about me around school though, it had been a while since I’d had any real sex. So when the new quarterback, a junior and one of the high school's newest hotties, hit on me tonight after the game then proceeded to make out with me behind the bathroom building, I was all for it. My mom was off at some training seminar in Washington and my stepdad worked through the night. It should have been perfect.
Unfortunately, I hadn't gotten the memo saying Colin, the quarterback, had a pencil dick. Or, that he didn't have a fucking clue what he was doing while, well, fucking.
Home and in my bed less than ten minutes, I was already bored with the boy pounding away behind me. Colin might be the school’s star quarterback and one of the hottest guys at my school, but I had been on my knees now for what felt like an eternity, no change in position, him hammering away into my ass with his tiny cock. I tried moving my body, pressing my legs together or crouching down on my elbows, but nothing I could do made that little prick feel any better. I wanted him to finish and get out, and it was starting to piss me off that he wouldn't already. What was worse, he kept slapping my ass as if I liked it, and making grunting commentary that was his version of dirty talk. I was about ready to stop the whole thing and get him the hell out of my house when the lights to my room came on suddenly. I squeaked in surprise, moving forward and away from the boy behind me as I pulled blankets to cover me. Rolling over, I saw my stepfather Adam in my bedroom doorway. His eyes flicked to me then away again, settling on the terrified Colin.
I clutched the blankets to my chest, heart racing. My stepdad shouldn't have been home yet - his shift as a beat cop usually lasted until morning - but here he was and I didn't know what to do or how he'd react. He'd been in my life three years now and had always seemed an interloper into the house, a presence I had to put up with because he'd married my mom. I’d seen him mad before but he looked furious now.
Colin, retreating to the wall beside my desk and window, had been stammering his apology. His hand cupped his tiny dick as he scrambled to pick up his shirt and shoes from the ground, trapped between my dad and the second story window he looked ready to dive through. My contempt for the junior boy deepened - why had I hooked up with the idiot anyway? - as my stepfather glared at him. Finally, Adam stepped to one side and pointed toward our front door at the base of the stairs. "Get your tiny limp-dick the hell out of my house."
That comment shut Colin up quickly. He flushed at the penis size reference while I struggled not to laugh out loud. He grabbed his jeans off my desk chair and raced out of the room; my stepfather made him squeeze past which I found amusing. I heard the front door slam soon after. My stepfather glared down the hallway for several moments more, his back to me, but I braced myself for a fight when he turned around. He didn't say anything, however, just sat down on the edge of the bed. I saw his throat work as he swallowed, and realized he wasn't looking at me but at the small table beside me. "Chloe, I thought you were, ah, saving yourself for marriage?"
His tone was careful, controlled, like he was. Tension around his mouth however clued me in to the fact he was nervous, likely about my state of undress and his proximity. Funny thing though: he hadn't left yet, so did that mean he wanted to stay? I licked my lips then felt another thrill as his gaze fell to my mouth before snapping back to the side. I could have him, I realized, the thought more exciting than anything before. I had been super horny earlier which was why I'd brought Colin home with me, but it had died with the horrible sex. Now though, it roared back to life and my small nipples hardened behind the sheets. "I am, daddy," I answered, and saw him stiffen at the last word. Pulling the sheets off my half-naked body, I sat up and leaned toward him. "But it feels so good up the ass."
He shot off the bed and I almost giggled at the surprised look on his face. Crawling toward him slowly across the bed, I knew what I looked like: white button-up shirt open, large but firm breasts tight against my body, and the plaid miniskirt doing nothing to hide the fact I wasn't wearing underwear. Keeping my body looking good had always been a point of pride with me, and I saw from Adam's hungry gaze that he appreciated it.
For the past several months, my mother had been going on extended business trips more and more often. It had created tensions in the house; I had grown used to being ignored but more than once I'd come home to hear her yelling at Adam. He never yelled, keeping himself under control, and whenever he saw me he ended the argument by walking away. I knew men however: fights like that meant little sex, and with my mom gone so much anyway all he had was his hand.
The way I saw it, he needed me, and I was up for a pity fuck after he rescued me from Colin.
My gaze dropped to his pants and saw the thick uniform material was tented with his erection. I blinked. Whatever was in there snaked down toward his thigh, I knew I had to see what the pants hid from my view. Coming to the edge of the bed, I reached out to caress him, cupping him through the fabric and running along the length. He couldn't go any further back, trapped by my dresser, and with him trapped I could feel his long cock reaching down one pant leg. The idea of seeing something that big made me cream my thighs. "I've never had a real man before," I said, rubbing the erection with the heel of my hand.
"Chloe," he started, but the words turned into a groan as my thumb began massaging the head of his penis. Excited that I'd made my normally stoic stepfather lose control, I leaned down to kiss his cock through the fabric as his hands tangled in my long hair.
The hand in my hair tightened suddenly, pulling firm as he forced my head back. Surprised by the move, I pulled at the hand tangled in my hair as I stared up into his face. His hold on my head didn't hurt; it was firm enough that I couldn't move, but not painfully so. Unwilling to take my eyes off his, I reached my hand out blind and caressed the front of his trousers, and was gratified to see him swallow. "This is wrong, Chloe."
I tilted my head as far as his grip would allow and studied him. He was trying to give me an out, and while that may have been sweet it wasn't what I wanted at all. I wanted him, more than I'd ever wanted Colin - feeling that bulge in his pants had solidified that desire. It wasn't just that: my stepdad was so much more than the other boys in a way I couldn't describe. Whatever it was, it was something I'd never had before, and lured me in more than the taboo-he's-my-father aspect.
Anyway, I hated losing. He wanted me too, it was obvious by the hungry way his eyes roamed my face, but I knew he wouldn't make the first move. My mouth curved into a smile as I reached my hand out and rubbed the bulge again, fingertips searching the dimensions as I murmured, "I want to go down on you, Daddy, lick your long cock and swallow you deep.” Cupping him through the material and pinching my fingers softly around the base I continued, “I want you in my ass, shoved up as far as you can go, teach me how a real man fucks a dirty girl like me..."
It was obvious my words affected him; he shuddered, the hand in my hair quivering. I was pulled closer to his face, the grip on my hair tightening almost painfully, but I wasn't afraid. There was an almost desperate quality to his gaze as it moved down to the firm breasts hidden barely by a push-up bra I didn't need. He leaned down and I thought he was going to kiss me, but his hold on my hair loosened and he straightened up. "You smell like that little boy earlier." He pointed toward my door. "Go start the shower."
Grinning in anticipation, I stood up from the bed and shrugged out of the already unbuttoned white shirt. The movement thrust my breasts toward him but he only stared, hungry but not touching. As I walked past him however his hand connected with my ass, giving it a loud smack that made me jump. His hand stayed there however, kneading the firm flesh and confirming he would be coming with me. He steered me across the hallway and into the master bedroom, past the bed and toward the shower. Their master bathroom there was huge, the bathtub with jacuzzi jets and a large shower with two nozzles. I'd snuck in there before to bathe and shower but never before with a boy.
Man, I corrected myself. Adam my stepfather was very much a man, and I realized that was the difference I'd been sensing. As much as I loved sex, few of the boys I'd been with knew what technique was, or that the word even applied to intercourse, and it made me hot thinking about what I may be in for tonight. I felt cream running down my thighs in anticipation - I couldn't remember ever being this turned on before.
When he stopped and his hand left my ass, I turned to look at him. His other hand was rubbing himself through his pants; he made no other moves so I stepped forward and began unbuttoning them. He let me do it, and as the uniform pants slid down his legs he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. He also slid his shirt up and off his torso, and I sucked in a breath as his body was laid out for my eyes. He put any boy I'd ever been with to shame, made them scrawny in comparison. Sharply defined muscles, flat stomach, and muscled thighs greeted my eyes. Combined with dark hair, eyes and skin, I realized my stepfather was hot. How had I never seen this before?
His cock tented the boxer briefs he wore and as I hooked my thumbs in the elastic, pulling them down his hips, it sprang out toward me, hard as a rock. I ran my hand along it, marveling at the length and girth; I could hold him with both hands and still have more than a mouthful left over. This one might require more lube was my amused thought, the very idea causing another rush of cream from my pussy.
Adam let me caress him for a moment more then gently turned me by my shoulders, steering me toward the shower. "Turn on the water."
I did as I was told, my hands and body trembling with excitement. As it warmed up I reached behind me, unzipped the short skirt and lowered it deliberately down my legs, giving him a full view of my ass before stepping out of it and entering the shower.
Hot water immediately caressed my skin, not scalding but warmer than I liked. As I adjusted the temperature down a bit my stepfather entered the spacious alcove, closing the glass door behind him. Steam immediately began building up in the room as I turned toward him, letting the warm water run through my hair. This close, our height difference combined with his bulk made me feel small and helpless. I relished the sensation: he could do whatever he wanted to me like this - I was powerless to stop him - and the idea was a total turn-on.
The shower floor had small tacky strips attached to the tile to prevent slipping. I used them to press myself against him, running my mouth across his large pectorals. He tasted clean, as if he'd already showered before coming home. As his fingertips skimmed the sides of my body, thumbs rubbing the outer circle of each breast, I nibbled my way up his neck and along his jaw, the highest I could reach even on my tiptoes. He was nearly a foot taller than me and I'd need his help if I wanted my hungry mouth to reach any higher. Encircling my hand around his jutting cock, I gave it a few tugs and felt him shiver in the warm water. Bolder now, I ran fingernails down his sides as I dropped down slowly, running my teeth and tongue along his flat stomach until his erection was beside my face. Taking hold of it with both hands, I ran my lips and tongue across the tip, sucking it into my mouth.
Above me I heard a gasp, and glanced up to see him lean forward against the wall behind me, the muscles of his arms straining. Removing one hand which gave me access to the top half of his erection, I took him deeper, bobbing my head across his dick and pushing my tongue hard against the bottom. I took it slow, leaving one hand at the base because he was so long, but caressed his balls and the base of his cock as I sucked down the tip.
Oral sex was like anal sex, for me it didn't "count". I'd made myself very good at it too, and I could feel his balls clench against his body. A hand tangled in my wet hair, pressing my face against him but not forcing me. His hips began moving, small thrusts I managed easily. Feeling more comfortable now, I removed my other hand from his cock and, without really thinking it through, sucked him down as deep as I could go.
He hit the back of my throat before I had him all in, causing me to gag. I could tell by the choked gasp above me that he enjoyed it so I pulled back, re-angled my head to open my throat more, and tried again a bit slower this time. This time I got him all the way inside, much to my delight, with barely a tickle to my throat. Digging my nails into his hips, I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking hard and running my tongue along the base of his cock, the sensitive tip rubbing the top of my throat.
Adam gave a guttural groan above me and the balls in my hand contracted, my cue for his imminent release. As he came in my mouth I moved back, giving myself room but keeping my lips around him as I swallowed everything. I grinned against him, triumphant, as I disengaged and ran my hand over his still-hard member. Water sluiced over his cock, washing away my saliva, and I rose back to my feet.
His hand slid from my hair, running down the side of my face in a caress. Dark eyes bored into mine. "You are absolutely incredible," he said, voice rough, "but don't think for a minute I'm done with your sweet ass. Now turn around."
Biting my lips to hide a smile, I did as I was told, turning so my back was to him and pressing my hands flat against the wall like I'd seen on cop shows - I thought he'd enjoy that. I watched as he reached for the green loofa and liquid soap beside my head, and a moment later he was soaping my back. I let my head fall forward against the tile, warm water flowing down my back as I pushed against his hand, silently begging him to go lower. He didn't linger long on my torso, running the loofa over each butt cheek then between my legs. His fingers poked through, slipping between my folds and playing with my clit and cunt. He was thorough but cleaning me didn't take him long; the loofa swirled around my ass hole and pussy then it was hung back on its hook. The hand stayed however, continuing to clean and play with me, rubbing and flicking all the right places, until soon I was moaning and begging for more. His cock, long and hard, poked against the small of my back as his fingers stroked my clit bringing me so close...
The finger that slid into my ass pushed me over the edge. I let out a hoarse scream, my body convulsing as the orgasm rocked through me. Only the grippy floor and his arm around my waist kept me upright as my legs turned to jelly. It was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had...and we hadn't even gotten to the fucking yet.
I felt the shower turn off, and a moment later a large towel was wrapped around me. Adam helped me out of the shower and led me, still wet, over to the large bed. I gave him a sleepy smile. "You know I like to masturbate here," I told him, my mouth running before my brain could warn it otherwise.
My stepfather, however, only gave a small smile. "I know," he said, "I can always smell it when you do." Running his hands along my body wrapped by the towel in what felt like a last pat dry, he pulled the cloth away from my body and let it fall to the floor. "Hands and knees, on the bed."
Mind still fuzzy from the intense orgasm, I climbed up on the tall mattress. Widening my knees, I leaned down on my elbows and wiped the damp hair from my face as I felt the bed sag with his weight. Hands caressed my backside, feeling every curve and dip of my hips, waist and ass. Looking up I was surprised to see a mirror above the dresser across from me nearly at my eye level, and watched Adam as he stroked and marveled at my body. A hand slid between my legs, gliding over my sensitive clit; I watched in the mirror as his head dipped down, then I felt his lips and tongue at the cleft of my buttocks. I jerked forward in surprise as his hands spread my ass cheeks apart and began probing my opening with his tongue - nobody had ever done that to me before.
"Relax." The words were a rumble across my skin, his breath warm against my damp ass. His tongue moved lower, circling my folds and probing inside my pussy. He lingered there a moment, lapping and sucking until I was pressing back into his face and moaning again. "God, you taste good," he said, the words alone making me give a breathy moan and press back against him. He turned his attention back to my ass, this time adding a finger with his tongue to probe the tight ring of muscle just inside my hole.
This was what I craved, needed even, and I groaned loudly as I pressed back against the finger. It slid inside me to the first knuckle then out, but the next time it was two fingers. The thumb of his hand reached down to my pussy, tracing the tightness of my cunt but as my body stiffened his thumb ceased, not going any farther inside. I appreciated this because, even as lost as I was in the incredible feel of his fingers inside me, I didn't want that. My virginity might only be technical, but I wanted to keep it as long as possible. Times like this though really hit home what I was missing.
His fingers began fucking my ass, and I abandoned myself to the sensations. Every breath was a moan, my cries escalating as my pulse and body wound up. He inserted a third finger, stretching me more; belatedly I heard a lube bottle open and close but I was too engrossed in what his fingers were doing to me to care. I could feel another orgasm building from his fingers alone, and between moans I began pleading with him. "Please... I'm so close please, just a little more... Please daddy..."
Always before, boys had stuck their cocks straight up my ass; I had never before had a build-up like this. It was frustrating in a way because I wanted my stepfather's cock inside me, but there was no denying the sensations his fingers elicited. This was my introduction to foreplay, I realized, something apparently only men knew about. Not boys.
At my pleas, his finger sped up, moving in a circular pattern that pressed against all edges of the entrance. His thumb pressing the sensitive tissue between my cunt and asshole, and I rocketed over the edge into another orgasm. It shocked me how quick it came, even as my body spasmed around his fingers. Panting, I laid my forehead on my hands, my body shaking, as he withdrew his hand; I felt him position himself behind me right before he pushed his cock into my ass.
There was barely any time between his fingers leaving me and his entrance, so my muscles were still loose. He had a lot of lube on his cock but still, even with my ass primed, his girth stretched me to almost painful levels. I balled the bedspread in my fists, forcing myself to relax my muscles and get used to him.
He held himself still for several seconds as my body adjusted, then he began to rock his hips, pushing in and out of me with ever-increasing strokes. Incredibly, the fullness in my ass and his sure strokes kept my body humming so soon after my second orgasm, and I pushed back against his strokes, shuddering beneath him.
He suddenly pulled out of my ass and flipped me around on my back so I was staring up at him in surprise. Not missing a beat, he grabbed my left ankle, lifted it in the air so my butt rose off the mattress, and hooked an elbow behind my right knee. "I want to see your face," he whispered, voice harsh with need, before he slid his cock back between my ass and inside me.
I watched him fuck me, staring up at his face and body. God, he was magnificent! This position was a first for me too and I loved it - I rubbed different areas both inside and out, and incredibly I felt myself nearing climax for the third time in less than an hour.
I could feel him getting close too, his balls drawing tight against his body and his thrusts growing ragged. He pushed my knees on either side of my head as he pounded into my ass. His breaths were grunting pants now, harmony to my own cries, and just as my body began convulsing in orgasm, creaming my thighs and pubic area, he gave a guttural groan and came inside me.
He shuddered above me for a moment before pulling out and collapsing beside me on the bed. We both laid there panting for several minutes, staring at the ceiling fan above spinning a lazy arc. I was spent, even the effort of lifting my head or arm was too much. Adam, however, was barely down a minute before he rolled off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. I closed my eyes, trying to control my racing heart.
I must have dozed off because almost immediately he was back, a wet washcloth in hand. "Let me clean you," he said, and when I just closed my eyes again he carefully cleaned off all external traces of my own juices, lube, and any cum. He was gentle, more so than I'd ever experienced before, and thorough. When he was done he threw the rag into the tub and lifted me into his arms, carrying me back into my room.
A part of me recognized all this but I was too tired from the marathon sex to do more than marvel at his gentleness. He tucked me into my bed and kissed my forehead, but before he could slip away I grabbed his hand. "Stay with me?"
It came out garbled as I was so tired, but he understood. Sliding under the covers and curling around me with his much larger and stronger body, we spooned as I fell asleep, feeling completely satisfied for the first time in a long while.
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The cock in my hand was as long, wide and hard as I liked, but it wasn't the one I wanted. Annoyed, I tossed the dildo and my vibrator into the small drawer beside my bed. Coming was the easy part, but another orgasm wasn't what I needed right then. What I really wanted was for someone to fuck my ass again - right now, as horny as I was, nothing else would do. So it sucked that I was alone in this big house.
My sex life had taken a nosedive over the last couple weeks. Blabbing that my last fling, Colin the star high school quarterback, was a pencil-dick who couldn't fuck himself out of a paper bag had backfired on me. Now nobody would so much as make out with me for fear I'd tell the school about their performance. I didn't care so much what the school thought of me, but sexual frustration combined with the fact my home life had been a bitch the last two weeks made my life a living hell. The house had been filled with non-stop arguing between my mother and my stepfather, always about stupid shit my mom brought up. I didn't care to hear them air their laundry so stayed in my room, but under her eagle-eyed gaze, I couldn't do anything fun. Worse, my stepfather was spending more time at work, leaving me alone with my harpy of an egg donor. If he wasn't around, she'd find something to criticize and escalate into a full-blown shouting match. She found fault in everything me or my stepdad Adam did, and while I didn't blame him for staying away I would have appreciated the backup.
So her announcement this morning that she'd be away for business the rest of the week and weekend had been greeted with whoops of joy by me and a stony silence by my stepdad. She'd ignored our reactions; it was like she'd already checked out on us and couldn't wait to be on the road. That was fine by me too, I couldn't wait for her sourpuss ass to be gone either. There was a tension there I didn't understand - I'd tuned out already, no longer caring - and my mother ignored his attempts to talk, waltzing out the door with that little travel suitcase on wheels.
I'd taken the day off from school in celebration, staying home and enjoying the house for myself. The plan had been to invite various boytoys over for a marathon fuck session...except none of the fucktards would answer their goddamn phones. So I spent the day watching daytime TV, eating all the pizza pockets and masturbating everywhere in the house. Still, it wasn't enough for me - I needed a real man in me, not some rubber toy. It was approaching nightfall and my stepfather was due home soon. I'd spent the whole day thinking of scenarios about how to get his cock inside me again. That line of thought had sustained me through a marathon masturbation, and now I had a plan on how to seduce him.
It had been nearly three weeks since I'd first fucked my stepfather, and I couldn't get him off my mind. Sex with Adam had been the best I'd ever had, and I wanted more. The egg donor had made it impossible since her arrival home, but with her gone again I had another shot. A glance at the clock beside my bed showed me I had less than an hour before he got off work. I scrambled off my bed and raced to the shower, tossing clothing all over the hall and bathroom in my haste. I wanted to be sure everything was shaved, clean and smelling pretty for what I had planned that night.
Forty-five minutes later I was dressed to kill in the slinkiest outfit I owned - lacy bra, garter belt connected to thigh-high stockings, and no underwear - laid out on the couch playing with myself, when I heard his car pull in. I grinned and pressed the vibrator harder against my clit, feeling the orgasm build. I left the dildo in my ass as I focused on the vibrator and what it touched, panting hard at the building sensations. I'd been doing this most of the day so the climax took it's time, but I knew what my body needed for this. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back and rolling the hard bit of flesh between my legs with two fingers as I ran the vibrator along my opening. The intense sensation of the clamped skin kept the orgasm from overtaking me but the tension continued to build and my panting moans escalated. My left leg, hooked over the back of the couch for support, flexed to lift my backside off the cushions as I heard a key in the front door next to me. Releasing my clit, I pressed the vibrator to it and pushed down on the dildo, and my orgasm rocketed through me as the front door opened. I couldn't do more than give a choked cry, eyes pressed tightly shut.
There was shocked silence for a moment as I rode the wave of my orgasm back down to earth, then a familiar chuckle. "Hello my dear." My stepfather's voice was amused, and a smile curled my lips in response. A hand rested on the leg hooked over the couch, running down my thigh and sliding beneath the garters. "Gentlemen, this is my stepdaughter Chloe."
"Hell of a welcome home you got there, bro."
My eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar voice. I froze as I saw two other men beside my stepfather staring down at me. It was Adam's hand on my leg, his thumb caressing the lacy stocking at my thigh, but the two men behind him also stared at me, eyes hungry. I couldn't move, not even to cover my body with the nearby blanket, too shocked by the extra guests.
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The front door to the fraternity swung open, revealing a beautiful but angry blonde woman in a flowing white dress. "Who's up for a gangbang?"
The college boys stared, dumbfounded, at the newcomer. She was gorgeous, pale blonde hair piled high on her head, a lacy veil flowing down her back, and a large white dress that hugged her body and pushed up firm breasts. Her hands were covered to the elbows in red gloves, and right now she held open the door to the fraternity, glaring at each boy as if daring them to make her leave.
After a stunned silence, one boy cleared his throat. "Are, um, you a stripper?"
"No," she answered, closing the door behind her, "I'm the wedding at the church two blocks up whose bride found the groom fucking the Matron of Honor in a confessional. Looking for some payback, anyone game?"
There was another incredulous pause, then hands started going up around the room. The bride nodded. "Good." She hauled out a small case she hid behind her giant white skirt. "I'll also be videotaping this for the bastard to watch. Still up for it?"
Several hands went down quickly at that but a decent number stayed up. "Fantastic." She didn't sound excited, just pissed off. "Your house have a den?"
Fingers pointed toward a door on the left and the blonde nodded. "Give me a minute to set the camera up and I'm all yours. Take your pants off before you follow me. And someone bring me a pair of scissors, this corset's a bitch." She moved toward the other room, the large dress making a shushing noise as she walked, and disappeared into the den.
Silence followed for a moment as the college boys all looked at one another in disbelief. Then there was suddenly activity as several boys surged to their feet, pulling jeans and shorts from around their hips as they surged toward the den. They tripped and shoved their way into the smaller room in time to see the bride setting up the tripod and screwing the camera to the top. They formed a half-circle around her as she finished and looked back at them. "Who has the scissors?"
A skinny dark haired boy, last of the original group, chose then to stumbled through the doorway. He quickly righted himself, and body stiff upright he held out a pair of scissors toward the blonde woman. She gave him her first smile of the evening as she took them. "You'll be first," she said as she began cutting down the bodice of the wedding gown.
She was a busty creature, and as the corset holding her back parted there was an explosion of flesh as large breasts with pale pink nipples burst forth from the constricting fabric. Every dick in the room rose as she shimmied out of the dress, kicking it to one side and tossing the shears atop the white pile until she was only clothed in white stockings connected to a lacy white thong, with a white-and-blue garter high around one thigh. Her hands skimmed up her torso, fondling perky cream-colored tits until the small nipples grew hard, and every dick in the room pointing at her got a little bit harder.
She surveyed the small crowd with a smirk. "Y'all can call me Cherry." She held her hand out to the skinny boy who had brought the scissors and led him around to the middle of the room in front of the camera. "You like blowjobs?" she purred, and not bothering to wait for an answer she shimmied down his body, tugged his boxers down and took him in her mouth.
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"Sit," she said, pointing to a bar stool as she grabbed the key from one drawer and unlocked the not-so-secret stash of liquor they had under the counter.
"You knew about all that?" he asked, indicating the key and the bottles she began pulling out.
Aoki gave him a droll look. "It wasn't much of a secret," she replied. "I helped myself more than a few times before I went to college." She set out two glasses, quickly scanned the labels, then opened one bottle and poured large shots for the both of them. "No salt or lime with this," she said, grabbing one glass and handing him the other.
He hesitated for a moment, a dubious expression on his face, before finally taking the glass. "Bottoms up," he said, then downed the shot.
Aoki shot hers too and was pleasantly surprised by how smooth the top shelf tequila went down. "Another," she said, grabbing his glass and pouring them each another shot.
"You know that bottle is worth over $100?" he quipped as she handed him the next shot.
"Gorgeous, we're totally worth it." She downed the shot, and then noticed with amusement that he had frozen in place when she called him "gorgeous". He quickly recovered, raising the glass in a quick salute before tossing it back. "That's certainly worth the money," he said as she poured him another glass.
Aoki giggled, feeling the buzz of the alcohol begin to set her body on fire. She clinked their glasses together in a toast and giggled again as he tossed back his third shot quickly. "Have you ever done a body shot?"
The question came out of nowhere and surprised both Aoki and Jesse. "No," Jesse answered, giving her a bemused look, "what is it?"
Aoki gasped. "You don't even know what it is?" Setting her still full shot glass down somewhere safe, she held out her arms. "Help me up onto the bar."
Jesse looked confused at the request but complied, grabbing her waist and hoisting her onto the bar. He ended up between her spread legs, hands still spanning her waist, and didn't seem to understand how he'd gotten there. His eyelids had gone heavy, a sleepy look that Aoki found incredibly sexy. His thumbs began rubbing small circles into her skin and as he lifted his gaze he seemed mesmerized by the expanse of flesh barely being covered by the thin cutoff t-shirt. Aoki felt her heart speed up at his gaze and a warm wetness pooled between her thighs.
His hands slid up her ribcage until his thumbs were just beneath her breasts. Only then did he look up at her face and seem to suddenly remember who she was. The hands dropped quickly and he took an unsteady step backwards. "May we shouldn't have any more to drink."
Aoki shook her head. "You wanted to know what a body shot was?" she countered. "Come and find out."
It was hard to believe her stepfather didn't know what a body shot was but he stepped forward again after a brief hesitation, curiosity and the alcohol overriding his sense of impropriety. He watched wide-eyed as she laid back against the bar, grabbed her shot glass with the expensive tequila, and poured it carefully onto her stomach. "Drink."
Jesse seemed mesmerized by the liquid pooling on her belly and the thin rivulets that streamed over the sides. He drew closer slowly, hesitated, then seemed to make up his mind and came the rest of the way so he was sucking and licking the tequila off her belly. Aoki gasped, tangling her hand in his hair as he followed every last drop with teeth, tongue and lips, moving down and along her belly. His head started back up her torso and Aoki grabbed the tequila bottle, upending it briefly over her breasts. The liquid flowed down her neck and made the already flimsy material of her shirt turn sheer, highlighting her lacy bra, and Aoki gave an insincere, "Oops."
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