Too Big Taboo Bundle(39)

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Sash!" I howled. "I just hope Riley's not there."



"Of course he's going to be there, along with all the other boys from  school. My advice is to get over him, and what he did, as soon as  possible. Don't let him ruin your good time."



"Oh, you're right," I sighed.



"Of course I am."



Sasha glanced at me approvingly, admiring my looks. I was wearing a  black low-cut blouse and a push-up bra that made my tits look bigger  than they had any right to appear. My round little ass looked great in  my tight blue jeans. Of course, Sasha looked even sexier in a too-tight  mini-skirt that left very little to the imagination.                       
       
           


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"You look fucking hot," Sasha said. "And I know I look hot. Speaking of hotness, by the way, where has your stepdad run off to?"



"Keep your hands off my dad, you slut!" I teased. "He's probably in his study, going over some case files or something."



"That man works way too hard," Sasha lamented, shaking her head. "But I  know a way to take his mind off his troubles." She grinned  mischievously. "Can you say hand job?"



Still watching herself in the mirror, Sasha puckered and kissed her  lips, smoothing out the lipstick, then grabbed two handfuls of her own  ample breasts, pushing them together for maximum sex appeal. Tired of  waiting, I grabbed her arm and ushered her out the door. Sasha left her  car in my driveway and we walked arm in arm to the party, Sasha talking  the whole way.



The party was so wild we could hear it before we even got to the house.  Once inside, Sasha filled two cups of punch and handed one to me. She  immediately got wrapped up in an intense conversation with a sexy  college boy, so I found my way to the couch, where my friend Beatriz was  sitting by herself. Beatriz and I were talking about our favorite  common subject, indie music, when I noticed Sasha leading the college  boy up the stairs in search of someplace quiet.



I chuckled to myself. That Sasha doesn't waste any time.



Half an hour must have gone by when suddenly Sasha plopped down on the  couch next to me. Her hair was a mess and her tits were practically  falling out of her blouse. She didn't seem to be in a great mood, and I  wasn't sure whether to even ask about her escapade with the college boy.



"Whiskey dick," she grumbled.



"What?" I replied, not sure I heard her correctly.



"Whiskey dick," Sasha repeated, more loudly this time. "He couldn't keep  it up, which is completely lame because he had me working pretty hard  on it."



"What did you do?" Beatriz asked, her eyes wide. She was even more naive than I was.



Sasha rolled her eyes. "Seriously? What didn't I do? I tried to stroke  him, but it was like tugging at a rubber hose. I played with his balls. I  put him in my mouth but it was like sucking raw calamari for all the  good it did. He wasn't even a very good kisser. His mouth tasted like  puke. Eventually I gave up and left him to pass out in the master  bedroom upstairs."



Sasha was obviously frustrated. We had another drink and left the party.  Walking back to my house, she complained the entire time, not even  stopping when I unlocked our front door and walked up the stairs to my  bedroom. Sasha was sleeping over tonight.



"All I want is some dick," Sasha whined. "Is that too much to ask?"



"Shhh," I scolded. "You'll wake up my stepdad."



"Good," she snapped. "Your stepdad is about the only thing that could save this stupid night."





VII.



I woke up when Sasha was crawling out of my bed. It was late, I have no  idea how late. Moonlight shone through my bedroom window, illuminating  Sasha as she eased out of bed, not realizing I was awake and trying not  to disturb me. She was wearing a black lacy nightgown with a dangerously  low neckline, accentuating her delicious boobs.



Sasha tiptoed to the door and opened it, then turned to look at me. I  quickly closed my eyes, peeking just enough to see my best friend  slipping out the door. It did not take Sherlock Holmes to know exactly  what Sasha was up to. That lusty little tramp had one thing on her mind.



I thought about calling out to her, telling her to come back, but I  decided against it. Instead I crept out of bed, too, and silently  followed her at a safe distance. Sasha didn't even bother to turn back.  My stepfather's door was slightly ajar, the faint beam of his bedside  lamp casting a slant of light into the hallway. Sasha opened the door  and entered my father's room.



"Sasha," came my father's surprised voice. "Is everything alright? Where's Abbi?"



"Everything's fine, Mr. Vaughn," she cooed. "Abbi's asleep. It's just me."



"You'd better go back to bed," my father said firmly.



"I can't sleep," she pouted.



By now I was crouching just outside the door, peering inside. I had a  full view of everything going on. My father was sitting up in bed, his  sheets covering just half his body while leaving his hard, muscled chest  for me and Sasha to drool over.



Sasha took a step forward, then let her nightie fall to the floor,  revealing her hot little curvy body. Her boobs were full and perky, and  they bounced luxuriously as Sasha took another step toward Daddy. She  was wearing a G-string that exposed her round ass cheeks that bounced  more than her tits, rocking from side to side. In the front, a tiny  triangle of silky fabric covered the shaved mound between her thighs.                       
       
           


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No man could resist a body like that, I thought. At least I get to watch.



Sasha smiled slyly at Daddy and took another step closer to his bed.



"I want you to take off my panties with your teeth," she said. "Then I'm going to suck you off and drink down your cum."



Sasha was so sexy and confident, I knew my Daddy would give in to his  desire and fuck her little brains out. My heart was racing, and I could  practically breathe the sexual excitement in the room. Wetness was  gathering between my legs. When I touched a finger to my panties they  were damp. It felt good, touching myself, rubbing my engorged mound, my  fingers tracing the outline of my folds through my panties.



Sasha teased one of her nipples, rolling the hard, pink bud between her  finger and thumb. A gentle moan escaped her lips. I followed her lead,  clutching one of my breasts through my oversized T-shirt.



All of a sudden, my stepfather stood up out of bed, his sheet wrapped  around his waist. His enormous hard cock tented the sheet, and Sasha's  eyes widened with anticipation. So did mine. To my surprise, however, he  did not move to embrace the nubile temptress. Instead he pointed an  accusatory finger at Sasha, practically jamming it into her bare  sternum.



"Whatever you're doing, Sasha, you can stop right now," he commanded.



"But I don't want to stop." Sasha glanced at the bulge in Daddy's bed  sheet, and she smiled cunningly. "It looks like you don't want me to  stop, either."



"Look, Sasha, if you won't get out of my room, then you'll need to get your things and leave. Right now."



"But Mr. Vaughn  … " Sasha protested.



"Right now," he ordered.





VIII.



Sasha indignantly grabbed her nightie and clutched it to her swinging  breasts, then turned and scuttled to the door. Suddenly panicked that  she might discover me outside the door, I ran down the hall and through  my bedroom door, diving under the covers just as Sasha came rushing  through the door behind me.



"Your dad's an ass," she muttered, hastily gathering her things and  jamming them into her overnight bag. Sasha threw on the blouse and skirt  she had worn to the party, then stormed out of my bedroom, down the  steps and out the front door, slamming it shut.



When I heard her car racing down the driveway, I figured it was safe to  get up. I found my stepdad locking the front door. The bed sheet was  still draped around his waist. When he turned to walk up the stairs he  noticed me standing there.



"Sasha left in a hurry," he deadpanned.



"Yeah," I replied. "Why didn't you want to sleep with her?"



"You heard us?" he asked, a note of fatherly concern in his voice.



"I woke up when she was sneaking out of my room," I admitted.



Daddy chuckled as he walked up the steps toward me. The bed sheet  shifted, exposing one of his thighs. I sensed that strange warm feeling  rising through my body.



"Sasha's just horny and confused," he said. "She'll get over it soon enough. Anyway, you know I'm a one-woman man."