My Daddy is like the janitor at this kinda real snooty private high school, you know, so they let me go there for free. I just started there I'm in the ninth grade. For sure, I wouldn't be going here if it was just up to me, with all those bitchy rich girls who think they are just so all that and stuff. But Daddy says it's important that I get me a real good "eddy-kay-shun" as he says. He doesn't want me to turn out like my Mom who ran off with this truck driver guy three years ago when when I was eleven. But the girls here are always so mean to me. Like they're always calling me trailer park trash and making fun of me and Daddy cause he's the janitor and has to clean up after them. He says they are all little pigs!
But I don't think that's the real reason they hate me. They didn't hate me so much when I was elven and twelve when used to hang around the school with daddy, cause I was always like kinda skinny and stuff. I mean I think I was always pretty and everything, daddy says I was, but when I was eleven I didn't have any kind of figure at all. Nobody paid much attention to me. My legs, which are pretty long, kinda like Brittany's, were probably my best feature, and my hair, which is real curly and naturally blonde, is pretty good, too. But I was pretty blah otherwise, especially in the boobs and ass department. You know, the stuff guys really like. Flat as a board, that was me. I mean I just barely even filled up a A cup.
But the summer between twelve and thirteen, everything changed. I just all of a sudden started to develop. First my boobs started growing. I mean ohmygawd they would get bigger every day. They were always so tender and it just hurt so much even to touch them. But Gawd, I loved having them. Finally! But then when I would hang around the school, I'd start to get these looks First from guys. I liked that attention a lot! I mean I was like just completely spilling out of a C cup, you know, and my butt had got real round so it really did kinda look like J Lo's. I got so I just loved to look at myself in the mirror. Finally, I had a body. And I loved all the guys noticing me. A lot!!!
So the next year when I started going to school there, I already had this "reputation." Thing was, Daddy couldn't afford to buy new clothes for me, so I had to wear last year's, which were way, way tight on me, but, Gawd, they sure did show off what I had. I kinda liked that, I gotta admit. My skirts and pants just made my ass look like so fabulous, you know, and tell the truth, I could hardly get my tops buttoned. And sweaters, ohmygawd! I started getting moe and more stares from all those snooty girls' boyfriends, and that caused so much trouble. Girls just started saying horrid things about me. Actually, I didn't mind all the stares, especially the ones I got from the popular girls' boyfriends. I'd smile at them, and I loved it when they all started to come on to me. I wouldn't ever do anything, but it was fun to kinda just to flirt and stuff. So I know that's why they hate me.
A lot of teachers started looking, too. I guess I did maybe kinda flirt with them a little bit. It made me feel grown up. But maybe some of them started telling stories about me, and I just know some of the girls started saying I was easy and that all the teachers were doing me and stuff. It wasn't true, not a bit of it. They were just jealous. Believe it or not, I was still a virgin. But I think lots of people believed I was kinda like a slut, you know, I guess even some of the teachers did.
Like one time, Mr. Barnes, he's my English teacher, kept me after class and just all of a sudden started feeling me up right there in the classroom and saying that he'd like to fuck me. Ohmygawd, I was so surprised. I just ran right out of there, but the weird thing is, I kept thinking about the way he touched me and stuff and how he got all turned on and it kinda made me all tingly inside. I should of told on him, I know, but maybe I kinda liked the stuff he said to me? I dunno. It did make me feel all special and stuff. And I guess I kinda liked having an older man get all turned on. I even started to like it when he would walk by my desk when we were taking spelling tests and I could see him trying to look down my blouse. One time when I had this kinda skimpy like bra on, I even unbuttoned two buttons on my blouse and leaned way forward so he could see better. Isn't that just awful? I could see he started to get kinda hard like down there and had to walk away. I thought that was just so awesome. Like how many fourteen-year-olds can get a grown up all hot and stuff?! I hope I'm not going to turn out like my Mom. She's a whore, Daddy says.
But I guess people really were starting to say bad stuff about me, cause one day, about a month after school had started, Daddy got this letter from the headmaster saying that they were going to have to dismiss me from the school. I guess I wasn't really too, too surprised. I'm not very smart and I don't even really like school. I was flunking a lot of subjects, specially math. But I was really surprised when I read down at the bottom that like that wasn't even the reason? They were dismissing me for "moral reasons"! That's what the headmaster wrote. I mean, ohmygawd, like I couldn't believe it! The headmaster was the one that was always coming on to me the most, like putting his arm around me and "accidentally" touching my boobs and stuff like that!
Well, when I read the letter to Daddy (he doesn't read too well), he got all upset and he called the headmaster right up and told him he just couldn't do this, and Mr. Wheeler, he's the headmaster, told Daddy that they probably wouldn't need his services anymore either. Oh man, I could see Daddy got way, way upset about that. He has this kinda drinking problem, you know, and this is the first job he has ever been able to keep. They must a just kinda ignore it for some reason, cause I know he's drunk lots of times at school. Those snooty bitches tell stories about that, too!
Anyway, Daddy is almost crying on the phone, saying how he needs this job and stuff and I mean like begging Mr. Wheeler. He said he'd be willing to do anything to keep his job. It was kinda embarrassing really. I felt so, so sorry for him. It's not his fault he's an alcoholic. He says it's Mom's fault that he drinks. I guess maybe it is. She was pretty much a whore even before she ran off, Daddy says.
Good thing is, Mr. Wheeler ended up telling Daddy that the two of us could come by to his office that evening and we'd "discuss the matter." He said maybe there'd be something he could do.
Now I can see that Daddy is just like so worried and stuff. Besides his drinking problem, he doesn't have much schooling, so this job is really important to him. I can tell he's real, real scared. He gets all mad and asks me what I've been doing there at school and I tell him that I hadn't done nothing really. When I tell Daddy about some of the stuff the headmaster said to me and how he touched me and stuff (I kinda made some of it up, but I was pretty mad too, you know), well, Daddy got this really, really weird look in his eyes.
"You sayin' he kinda likes you, Honey, you know, that way?" he asks me.
"Yeah, I think he does. He's always sayin' how pretty I am and how I've grown into a beautiful woman, stuff like that."
"He calls you a growed up woman, eh. And he touches you and stuff? Do you let him?" Daddy asks me.
"I don't let him, but yeah, he's always kinda like patting me on the butt or rubbing my back and sometimes even, you know, kinda touching my boobs a little bit."
"Well, I'll be damned," Daddy said, kinda pacing around the room. "Listen, Honey, I been a thinkin'. I want y'all to wear somethin' what makes you look real, real purty when we go see Mr. Wheeler," Daddy suddenly says.
I'm like kinda surprised, but I say okay and go put on this real cute sundress and sandals that I got that summer, and when I come out and ask him how I look he just shakes his head and tells me that he means "growed up" pretty. He says I should go look at some of the stuff my Mom left behind. I thought that was kinda weird, I gotta admit, but I thought it might be kinda fun and exciting, too.
So I walked back to where Daddy keeps all Mom's old stuff and started going though it. Some of it was really outrageous, you know the kinda things like you see in Frederick's catalogues and stuff? I didn't think he wanted me to wear that kinda stuff, but since almost all of Mom's things were sexy like that, maybe he did. Tell the truth, I was getting all excited about trying some of it on. I had never ever thought about wearing clothes that looked all sexy like that, but now, you know, I really, really wanted to. Weird, I know.
I tried on everything and every time I'd look in the mirror I'd get this great shock. I mean was that me? I mean, wow! Like I really did look like a grown woman! A way sexy grown woman, I kinda thought! Not at all like a barely fourteen-year-old high school girl. It was like I was turning into my Mom. I finally picked this really tight red leather micro-micro mini and this tiny little backless white silk camisole. I couldn't wear a bra with it, which kinda worried me, but ohmygawd it just showed off my boobs so, so perfectly, you know, the way silk just clings to you and stuff. I found a pair of five-inch ankle strap pumps that made my legs look so long and sexy. It was pretty hard to walk in them, but Gawd, I loved the way they made my boobs bounce up and down when I walked. That looked just so, so sexy! I just adored the way the shoes made my ass look all tight and jutting out. It looked so inviting. Like I said, it was kinda hard to walk in those shoes, but ohmygawd, the whole "package," as guys say, looked so, so sexy, kinda like a Hollywood actress! And I felt sexy, too!
I was a little nervous about walking out and showing Daddy. I was pretty sure he'd be mad and everything. I mean, this was pretty outrageous. At first I thought he was mad cause he just sorta stared and stared, and I thought he was going to get like way mad at me and tell me to go change. I started to turn so red I was so embarrassed. Well, Daddy just walked right over to me and kissed me and said, "Now that's more like it. Damn, girl, you look hot!" He told me to turn around and when I did, he put his hand on my ass and started feeling me that way. It was kinda surprising, but kinda nice, too. Then he had me turn around again and he put both his hands on my tits. I guess I wasn't surprised that time. It made me feel really, really hot right then!
You know, it was just the perfect thing for him to say and do. I felt so relieved and all of a sudden like way, way confident. I wasn't at all embarrassed now. I love to please Daddy. But I still didn't know why he wanted me to dress up like this for Mr. Wheeler. All I could think of was that he thought if Mr. Wheeler saw how pretty and grown up I looked he would think I would be a credit to the school. He was always talking about people being a "credit to the school."
When we got to the school, it was just getting dark and I could see there wasn't anyone else around. That made me feel good and bad. I guess I was still a tiny little bit embarrassed about the way I was dressed, but at the same time, I knew I looked so, so hot that I was kinda disappointed that no one else would see me. Especially those snooty rich bitches ... or even more specially, their boyfriends. Oh, I would really like that!
Anyway, Daddy took me down to the headmaster's office, and when we got there, I was surprised to see the headmaster and the assistant headmaster, Mr. Washington, who is also the football coach. He is this huge black man that everybody says is just so, so mean. I got kinda scared right then. Daddy and me don't like black people. He calls 'em "niggers." (I 'm always careful to say "nigra," cause I know they don't really like the N word.)
Well anyway, Daddy marched me right in there, and as soon as we came in the door, I saw both Mr. Wheeler and Mr. Washington just stare. Mr. Wheeler is kinda nice looking for a older guy, I guess, but Mr. Washington is really kinda ugly and scary looking cause he is so big and so black I guess he used to be some kinda professional football player or something, but he's kinda fat really. He has these big lips and squinty eyes. He was the first to walk over to me. "Goddamn!" was all he said, and I think he meant it like a compliment. At least I thought he did. It's weird, but it made me feel a lot more comfortable, even if he is this scary black man. I just wished he wouldn't be standing so close to me. He kinda had this bad smell, you know, like all sweaty smelling and stuff.
Daddy got right to it. He walked right over to Mr. Wheeler and said, "I caint let you throw my daughter out of this here school, Mr. Wheeler. She's a good girl and I talked to her and she says she be willin' to do anything if y'all will let me keep my job and let her stay in this here school till she graduate."
I surely didn't remember saying I would do anything, but I was so proud of the way he just stood right up to Mr. Wheeler and plus I knew he was so scared about his job that I decided right then that I would do anything for him. He sacrificed a lot to take care of me after Mom ran away, and besides I was sure he wouldn't want me do anything too bad. I mean I was Daddy's little girl.
Mr. Wheeler and Mr. Washington just looked me up and down, and Mr. Wheeler sat back in his chair, and said to Daddy, "Well, Baily, maybe we can do something for you. Let's have a little better look at that slut daughter of yours. Turn her around a couple of times."
The language like kinda shocked me a little bit at first? But then I thought that maybe the way he said it just meant that I looked real, real sexy. I wasn't sure, but I didn't think that it was so bad, so I just let Daddy do what he said. Daddy pushed me over real close to them and then slowly turned me around two times.
"What do you think, Bill?" Mr. Wheeler said, nodding at Mr. Washington. "The bitch has a great rack on her and a fine looking ass. Very fuckable. Think she's worth keeping?"
I don't think I must a been paying much attention to what they said, but I could tell they were kinda, you know, like turned on by me and stuff. I must look way good, I thought, and I kinda started thinking it was like really, really neat that teachers were getting all excited about me and everything. I could tell they were. I know this is weird, but I kinda started to like it. I felt so sexy right then ... and just way, way grown up! I was so glad I was wearing heels and had put on makeup.
"Yes, sir, damn fine rack on this little whore," Mr. Washington answered, putting his hands up under my camisole and starting to pinch and pull my nipples. Ohmygawd, I was not ready for that. I just so surprised and way scared, too, and I guess that's why I just froze and let him do it. I looked over at Daddy real quick like cause I just knew he would be just furious about a nigger touching me. I mean it was just so disgusting. But Daddy didn't even seem to be too upset at all. In fact, he had this kinda funny look on his face, like he was kinda enjoying it, you know? So I just decided it must be okay for right now. I just stood there and let Mr. Washington squeeze my tits and pull on my nipples. I didn't know what else to do. His hands were so big and so black under the sheer white camisole. I was like almost petrified.
"Yes, you've got yourself quite a whore, Baily," Mr. Washington continued, lifting my camisole completely off of me and squeezing and pulling real, real hard now on my boobs. "I like pink nipples on big fat white tits," he said. I remember how white my breasts looked when he crushed them in his enormous black hands. When I saw those big old wet black lips surrounded my pink nipples and felt them slowly sucked into his awful mouth, I just completely froze.
I was just feeling so, so weird looking down at those ugly black lips sucking one nipple and then the other, getting them all hard and erect. And those huge black hands pawing at my white tits. I was all scared and confused. All I could do was stupidly say, "I'm not a whore! I'm still a virgin!" And you know what's really weird? I couldn't believe how disappointed I got when Mr. Washington took his hands off my tits and walked back to the desk. I mean ohmygawd, my nipples were so hard and I had such a tingly feeling between my legs. I really didn't know what was happening to me.
"That true, Baily? Your little bitch whore a virgin?" Mr. Wheeler smirked.
Daddy looked over at me, and I just nodded yes to him.
"Yes, she is Mr. Wheeler," Daddy said proudly.
"Bring her cunt over here. Let's have a look. Why don't you check that out for us, Bill. I find it a bit hard to believe that a hot little cunt like that wouldn't have been fucked fifty times by now. Surprised you haven't fucked her, Baily ... or maybe you have," Mr. Wheeler laughed.
"Oh, no, I ain't never done that," Daddy insisted, kinda scared like. "She's a virgin, I just knows she is. Y'all can check, caint ya?"
Both Mr. Wheeler and Mr. Washington laughed at that and motioned for Daddy to bring me over to the desk. I was really, really scared now.
Daddy pushed me over to the desk, and Mr. Washington just immediately started to tug my mini up over my hips. "Don't let him touch me down there, Daddy," I stupidly blurted out. Both Mr. Wheeler and Mr. Washington really laughed hard at that. Mr. Washington just slipped his hand right into my panties. I started to pull away when I felt his black finger start to push into my vagina, but the look on his face just made me freeze.
"She may not be a whore, but the bitch is damn wet!" Mr. Washington said. I was so embarrassed when he said that, but I just couldn't help it. I didn't know why I was all wet down there.
"You wanna be fucked, don't you, you little whore?" he snarled, slipping that awful finger a little deeper into my wet cunt. "You want you some black meat fill up this tight little hole, don't you cunt?"
I was way too scared to answer. I just stood there and stared over at Daddy. I mean, my Gawd, a black man was sticking his finger in his daughter's tight white virgin pussy and he didn't even get all mad?
"Just do what the man says now, Honey," Daddy said.
I couldn't believe Daddy was letting this happen. I just sorta murmured, "Okay." I felt my knees start to buckle when I felt his big black finger push deeper into my tight little pussy and begin to probe my hymen.
"Well, I'll be damned," Mr. Washington growled, pulling his finger out of my cunt. "The bitch is a virgin. Her cunt's nice and tight. I think we'll enjoy this."
I wasn't sure what he meant. I honestly couldn't believe they were going to fuck me, specially since I was a virgin. That's how stupid I was. But I'm so ashamed to say how I really did want him to put his finger back in me after he pulled it out. Oh, Gawd, so much!
All of a sudden, Mr. Washington lifted me right up and put me on Mr. Wheeler's desk. The next thing I knew. He had slipped my panties off, spread my legs apart, and was kissing me right between my legs. Ohmygawd! I felt his ugly black tongue begin licking all around my pussy lips and then flicking my clit over and over. This is just so embarrassing. I hate to say this, you know, with him being a black man and everything, but I was like starting to like it. Know what I did? I just started lifting my ass up and trying to push myself harder into his face. I was even making these stupid whimpering noises. Talk about embarrassing!
"What do you think, Bill? Want to fuck Baily's daughter?" I dimly heard Mr. Wheeler ask Mr. Washington.
"You come down and taste this sweet little pussy. That ought to make your mind for you."
"I'll take your word for it, Bill," Mr. Wheeler laughed. Turning around to daddy, he said, "Your little whore daughter is too hot to pass up, Baily. I think we can work something out here. Here's what we want you to do. You to take your daughter's cunt home and get her ready. I want her cunt shaved it till it's smooth as silk. Don't you fuck her now. If she doesn't come back a virgin, all deals are off. Got that? Then you get her all made up and dressed in the sexiest outfit you can find. Then you take her down to Bixbie's bar. We'll pick her up there."
That just made me forget everything. Ohmygawd, I was going to get to go to Bixbies! Gawd, that was so, so cool. I mean I was scared and everything, cause I didn't want that awful Mr. Washington pawing at me, but I was really pretty excited, too. I had heard lots about Bixbie's. Everybody at school talked about it, you know how cool it would be to get to go there. I had heard that some of the girls had got in by dressing up all sexy, but I never knew if it was true. It was just the hottest, coolest place. All the college kids go there. There was supposed to be just tons of hot guys there. I was so looking forward to getting to go to there, too. It's all I could think of while Daddy was driving me home. I couldn't wait to get home and go through Mom's things again and find something really hot to wear. Gawd, Bixbies! Wow!
When we got home, I jumped right in the shower. I didn't know why Mr. Wheeler wanted me all shaved down there, and I really thought it would be better if I just did it myself, but I was scared if I didn't do it exactly like Mr. Wheeler said that they might get mad and not let Daddy have his job or let me got to Bixbies.
When I got out of the shower, Daddy was waiting for me in my room. He had been drinking all the way home and I could see it was starting to have an effect on him. He was a little teetery. I walked over to the bed and sat down. I was pretty nervous and I could see that Daddy was too. I asked him if he was ready and he nodded and came over and unwrapped the towel from around me and pushed me back on the bed. It really felt weird to be lying there naked in front of Daddy, but it was kinda exciting too. Daddy sat down beside me and laid out the shaving cream and razor. I was just trembling so bad and Daddy's hands were shaking too. I really wished he was sober right then. I could smell the booze on him. That didn't make me feel too comfortable.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed and quickly spread my legs and lathered my pussy with shaving cream real quick, like he was scared I would change my mind. It surprised me a little when I felt his fingers slip inside of me and sorta start rubbing me and stuff, but I guess I did kinda start to liking it. I wondered if Mr. Wheeler was gonna do that to me. I don't know if I wanted him to or not. Prob'ly did.
Luckily, Daddy was real careful shaving me and went real slow. I didn't really have much pubic hair, tell the truth, but he still took a long time doing it. He kept checking to see if it was perfectly smooth. When he finally finished, I could see that he was very excited, and when he bent down and started to kiss my freshly shaved little pussy and then started to stick his tongue in and out of my cunt like Mr. Washington did, licking and sucking on my clit, well I gotta admit I did kinda start to like it and stuff. I was kinda moaning like before, but it still scared me when he lifted my legs up and put them on up his shoulders.
"Honey," Daddy said, "I'm just so hot now, I got to fuck my little girl just this one time."
"No, Daddy, no" I moaned, "You can't. 'Member what Mr. Wheeler said? I have to be a virgin when you bring me back. He will be so, so mad at you and you won't have a job no more."
By this time, though, Daddy already had his pants down and had spread my legs wide open and pushed them back against my chest. The head of his cock had actually started to part my cunt lips before I managed to squirm away.
"Daddy, Daddy, wait," I yelled. I pushed him off of me and when he stood up, I slipped off of the bed. I didn't know what to do, so I just real quick knelt down in front of him and took his hard cock right in my hands. It was the first time I had ever touched a cock. I was surprised at how big it was and how hard. I really just grabbed it to stop him from putting it in me and ruining everything, so once I had him in my hands I just didn't know what to do. I had to do something so I would still be a virgin when Daddy brought me back to Mr. Wheeler.
I had heard about oral sex from some of the girls at school. Some of them said they did it to their boyfriends. I wasn't really sure how to do it, though. All I could think to do was to look up at him and begin to kiss and lick his cock. I opened my mouth to ask Daddy if it was okay what I was doing, and before I could even say anything, Daddy put his dick right into my mouth! Ohmygawd!
I mean I was so surprised. He just pushed the tip in at first, and then he pulled back and pushed it in a little further. He did this I guess maybe four, five times, going deeper and deeper into my mouth each time. I just kept looking up at him I wasn't sure I was doing it right. I wanted to ask him, but my mouth was all filled with his fat cock. When he got to the back of my throat, he stopped a second and then just shoved it right on down my throat and pulled my face right into his pubic hair. Daddy got all excited then and started yelling that I was just like my "bitch whore mother." "Your mouth is just like a cunt, just like that cunt-mouth whore I was married to."
See, what happened was I don't have a gag reflex, I guess. I didn't even know that wasn't normal till Daddy told me, tell the truth. But anyway, Daddy sure was liking fucking my mouth so hard and that made me so happy. He was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth real fast and hard, and squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. He kept on saying "Wait till those teachers of your'ns see this. You got 'em baby. They gonna do whatever we want 'em to." And he just kept on fucking my mouth real, real hard and fast, taking these real long strokes clear out to my lips and then smack down my throat. He was groaning and moaning and just pushing his fat old cock in and out of me so rough he even kinda cut my lip a little bit.
I don't really remember if I liked it or not. Maybe I did. I was glad Daddy could do this and not have to fuck me, I guess. And when I would look up at him while he was doing my mouth, I could see that he was really liking it and that did make me feel good, so I tried to make it as nice and good as I could for him. The one thing that I do remember is that I started to feel so much like a grown woman right then with his cock sliding in and out my mouth and him groaning and calling me "whore" and "baby" and saying "Goddamn" over and over. When I felt him start to kinda shudder and his big old cock start to pumping me real hard and felt my mouth starting to fill up with his warm cum, I knew I was finally a real grown up woman. That was my first sex experience.
He called me a "whore" some more after he finished up, but I knew he meant it as a compliment. He made sure I swallowed up all his cum and licked up the little bit that spilled off my chin on to the floor. Then he gave me this great big old kiss. I could feel how much he really, really loved me and I realized he was making a big sacrifice for us by giving me to Mr. Wheeler instead of keeping me for himself, if that was what he was thinking about doing. I still didn't think he'd let anybody fuck me. Not really. I mean, like I said, I was Daddy's little girl.
Daddy pulled me up on to my feet and then knelt down in front of me and started to lick my pussy to "get me in the mood to get all purtied up," he said. I was already really, really in the mood, but I liked what Daddy was doing.
I went in the bathroom and started doing my make up. I was real careful about doing my eyes cause I wanted to look older at the bar we were going to. I found some of Mom's fake eyelashes and put lots of blue shadow around them. I couldn't decide between this real red tube of lipstick of my Mom's or the purple kind that I like. I decided since I wanted to look all grown up, I would use Mom's. I'm glad I did. It looked way sexy, specially if I kinda like kept my lips open a little bit! I put my hair up in a French twist. My neck looked so long and sexy that way.
I got a pair of Mom's black thigh high stockings, real sheer ones with a seam up the back, and tiny, matching black thong panties. (I wasn't sure about the thong. Maybe they wouldn't want me to wear anything since they had me all shaved and everything. I decided I would ask Daddy before we left, but I forgot to.)
With or without panties, I knew that those five-inch ankle strap pumps I was wearing really made my legs and butt look fabulous. I was feeling so confident and so way, way grown up! Mom had tons of these micro minis and I looked for the shortest one I could find cause, after seeing the way I looked in the mirror, I really wanted to show off my legs and ass. I couldn't find a top that I liked, so what I did was take this tight little white tee and cut the bottom of it off so that the under part of my boobs was showing. Not quite to my nipples, but almost. I had seen college girls wear tees like this. Well, maybe not so tight or cut up as high as this one (and tell the truth, I didn't really mean to cut it that high, but I did like the way it made me look so, so sexy). When I walked out, I could see that Daddy liked the way I was dressed. He could hardly take his eyes off me or his hands off my tits while we were driving out to Bixbies.
Bixbies was as cool as I thought it would be. There were all kinds of college guys and even older men, and ohmygawd the girls looked so sexy. I didn't feel at all uncomfortable, even though I got lots and lots of stares. The guy at the door didn't even card me. He just smiled at me and said, "You lookin' hot, baby!" I knew I just fit in just so perfectly.
We got a table and Daddy went to the bar and got me a red drink that he said was a vodka something or other. It tasted like Kool-Aid to me. I drank it right down. Maybe I was a little nervous. Daddy laughed and went and got me another, and I drank that one right down too.
As soon as I put the glass down, this hot looking guy came over and asked me if I wanted to dance. I looked over at Daddy and he just nodded, okay. That was great! I know I'm a real good dancer cause I've practiced in front of a mirror lots and lots, so I said, "Sure, I'd love to," hoping I sounded real cool and grown up.
Out on the dance floor, I guess the vodka kicked in a little cause I was really going wild. I undid my hair and just let it fly around. I was feeling just so hot and wild and crazy. Gawd, it was fun! This was the first time I ever danced with a guy and I just know I never ever danced that good before. I just knew I looked so hot and I felt really, really sexy. I loved the way I was feeling. It was just so fabulous. After couple of dances, whenever the tee shirt would kinda like, you know, ride up my boobs, and stuff, well, I would just let it. The guy I was dancing with was staring so hard at me, and that just made me even more turned on. When this slow dance came on, like I didn't even care when he put his hands up under my tee and started feeling me up. In fact, when I felt him starting to get hard down there, I felt way like a woman.
When he took me back to the table, Mr. Wheeler was there. Daddy had got me two more drinks and Mr. Wheeler told me to drink them up. He told me that I looked "Damn hot," and told me to sit down and pull my skirt up to see if Daddy had "prepared" me the way he wanted. I was a little embarrassed, but of course I did just what he told me to. When he saw the thong, he told me kinda mean-like to take it off "immediately", and grabbing me by the arm, he pushed me towards the door.
I was pretty disappointed. I mean I really, really didn't want to leave, but I thought that maybe he was going to take me some place even more fun. I was a quite a little bit like tipsy by then. The last thing I remember seeing was Mom's black thong on the floor under the table as we were leaving. I hoped the college guy would find it.
Mr. Wheeler told Daddy that he could come along or stay there. He decided to come along, And Mr. Wheeler pushed me out the door. I loved the way the guy at the door just stared so hard. He even winked at me. I gave him just this huge smile.
Mr. Wheeler put me in his car and slid me over to the middle, making sure to pull my skirt up over my hips first, and we drove off into the city. Daddy stroked my pussy the whole way there. It got me so hot!
We stopped at an apartment building downtown, and Mr. Wheeler walked me to the elevator. (He let me pull my skirt down first.) I was very surprised when I discovered where he had taken me. It was Mr. Washington's apartment! I had just assumed that Daddy must of told Mr. Wheeler that he wouldn't allow a nigger to fuck his little girl. But maybe Mr. Washington was just going to watch, I thought. I mean, that would be bad enough, but I guess I could stand that.
By then I guess I really did know that someone was probably going to fuck me before the night was over. You know what though? I didn't even care. It was the vodka, I think. Or maybe I even just a teeny bit wanted it? I hoped it would just be Mr. Wheeler. (What I really wished, of course, was that it could have been that boy I was dancing with!) I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be when Mr. Wheeler rang the bell.
"Nice looking piece you picked up there, Clint," Mr. Washington laughed, as he let us in the door.
"I think we might have something special here," Mr. Wheeler grinned. "Baily here tells me that we got to try the little bitch's mouth. Apparently she can deep throat like a pro. And she's drunk as a skunk. Let me get her out of those clothes and we'll see."
I expected to be real embarrassed like when Mr. Wheeler took my tee off, but I wasn't. In fact, I felt kinda sure of myself. The time at Bixbies (and maybe the vodka) made me feel real confident. I even helped him peel me out of the tight little micro mini, and there I was—totally naked except for thigh highs and outrageous five-inch heels. I guess I wasn't really thinking about what might happen next. In the mirror, I could see how great I looked. My tits looked just huge, my waist so, so tiny, and my ass, ohmygawd, so voluptuous that it even surprised me. I looked very "fuckable," just like Mr. Washington said.
Still, it really startled me when Mr. Wheeler told me to kneel down in front of him and take his cock out of his pants. I did it, but kinda like in a daze, you know? I guess it was all happening too fast or something. I was glad I had done this with Daddy so I knew what to do.
Mr. Wheeler sorta gasped as I pulled him all the way right down my throat. "Why you cock sucking little whore," he said, and drove his hard cock six or seven times straight down my throat.
I think was kinda hoping right then that I wouldn't have to do anything else, you know, like all I would have to do is what I did to Daddy. I mean I was still a virgin and everything. But that isn't what happened. After he fucked my mouth for maybe five, ten minutes or something, he pulled out of my mouth and said I had got him all ready to see what my virgin pussy felt like. He grabbed me by my tits (which hurt like crazy!) and lifted me to my feet, walked me over to a table in the middle of the room, pushed me down on my back, and lifted my legs up to his shoulders.
"You ready for me to rip open that little fourteen-year-old cherry cunt of yours, Sweetie, turn you into the whore you were born to be?" he smirked. That was the first time that I really, really realized that I was actually about to be fucked. I mean like right that second! Ohmygawd!
It was like in slow motion when Mr. Wheeler adjusted my ass and pushed his cock towards my cunt. I know I sorta tensed up when I saw his dick part my labia and felt it slowly force its way into my pussy. I was pretty afraid right then, I gotta admit, and not too sure I really wanted this to happen, but at the same time I didn't want him to think I was like a scared little kid, you know, so I tried my best to relax. He pushed right up against my hymen and asked me if I was ready to become "a complete woman." I guess that was just the perfect thing to say to me right then, the way I was feeling. I just felt all of a sudden so grown up. I mean, Gawd, here is my teacher getting all hot and wanting me and stuff. Like I said, I felt just so like a woman! I just smiled at him and whispered, "Yes, I am, sir."
Mr. Wheeler laughed and called Daddy and Mr. Washington to come over and watch. Daddy and Mr. Washington grabbed my legs and spread them completely open. Like so wide open it kinda hurt. Mr. Wheeler put his hands under my hips to readjust the position of my ass and then with one really hard stroke, tore right through my hymen! Ohmygawd, it hurt so much and I screamed out for him to stop, but of course he didn't. I was so embarrassed about screaming like a little girl, but I just couldn't help it. It really did hurt. But it didn't really matter. He just kept fucking me even harder and harder, taking these long strokes in and out of my glistening pussy. I could hear Mr. Washington and Daddy urging him on.
His cock seemed so long and so hard and it was so deep in me. I mean, ohmygawd! I didn't think this is what fucking would be. I opened my eyes finally and the look on Mr. Wheeler's face right then suddenly got me like way excited. He was really enjoying fucking me. Me, this little school girl! I couldn't believe what I said next. I sorta panted out," Do you like me better than your wife, Mr. Wheeler? Do you? Do you?" When he grunted and laughed that he did, I just let myself go.
That big fat fuck stick tearing so violently into my pussy was starting to feel so, so good right then. I had forgot all about the pain part. I could feel this big wave of pleasure way, way down inside me coming up from my cunt and spreading all over my body. I didn't realize it then, but I was having my first climax! I started saying over and over, "Oh, Gawd, Mr. Wheeler. Oh, Gawd! Oh, Gawd!"
"You like it now bitch? Like your tight little pussy getting fucked," he asked me, panting and pumping harder and deeper into me.
"Ohmygawd, yes, yes, yes"
Every "yes" made him slam harder and deeper into my now more than willing pussy. I couldn't stop myself from moaning "Oh, Mr. Wheeler" over and over, as I lifted my ass to meet every wonderful stroke of that beautiful pleasure tool tearing its way ever deeper into my young body.
"Goddamn, this is good pussy," he said, turning to Mr. Washington. "Tight, clean, and wet. You about ready to take a turn, rip it open like you like to do?" he gasped.
"Don't come in her cunt," Mr. Washington said. "I don't want a big mess in there before I had a chance to fuck it."
So Mr. Washington was going to fuck me. I wondered what Daddy would think about that. I didn't care anymore.