Another Night at Daddy's [3000 words] (FFF, toys, anal)
Copyright © 2005 by Crystal BarelaRicky spread a handful of grease through her jet black hair and combed it into a practiced ducktail. It made her look tough, and she liked that. Curling her lips around a cigarette, she blew smoke at her reflection. She tucked the tails of her shirt into her faded Levis, leaving the front unbuttoned. The sliver buckle of the studded belt looped through the tabs of her jeans read “Dick,” circled with a slash through it.
“Hurry up, Slut,” was the call from down the hall. Her roommate, Sam, appeared behind her in the crooked mirror. “Fuck,” she drawled, eyeing the show of cleavage in the vee of Ricky’s shirt. “If I knew my old lady wouldn’t kick my ass, I’d ball you right now.”
“As if I’d let you,” Ricky mumbled from behind her cigarette. “Hey!” she protested as Sam came up behind her, laughing, and humped her ass. “Shit, will you grow up!” She pushed Sam off and picked up the cigarette from where it had fallen into the sink.
One last look in the mirror and Ricky headed down the hallway to the living room. She took her black leather jacket from the back of the recliner, zipping it to her throat and turning up the collar. She was looking to get some hot tail tonight, and the sooner she got to Daddy’s, the sooner she’d get her rocks off.
“Come on!” she hollered as she left the house. “Your old lady’s gonna be pissed!” The screen door bounced shut behind her.
At the end of the driveway Ricky swung her leg up over her hog, feeling the familiar thrill of her crotch settling into the leather. It increased as she started the engine and sent the vibrations through her body. She ground herself into the seat for that extra buzz and gunned the engine. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Sam lock the door and run to her own bike. With one last drag of her cigarette, Ricky tossed the butt to the ground and revved the engine.
The earth flew by and her bike ate up the asphalt. Ricky was smiling from ear to ear as the wind rushed past her face.
Daddy’s was not the most popular dyke bar in town, but it was Ricky’s favorite. She felt right at home with the dark corners and crappy lighting. The floor was sticky with spilt drinks and unnamed bodily fluids. There was no air conditioning, and danger hung in the air along with the strong scent of Marlboros. Yeah, it was an acquired taste; one that she felt suited her.
Daddy’s was the only place in town with pool tables, so that was an added draw. This was a typically busy Saturday night, and wherever Ricky looked she saw eager chicks waiting to get some action.
“Hey, Maggie,” she called, unzipping her jacket. The layer of smoke at eye level made her squint across the bar.
“What’s your pleasure, sugar?” Maggie shouted over the din. She leaned across the bar so that Ricky could get a good look at her double Ds. They were impressive.
“You still have Pete’s Wicked Ale on tap?” Maggie went to get her order while Ricky leaned back against the bar. She let a little cleavage show as she checked out the possibilities. Without being picky, she did have a penchant for redheads, who, in her experience, usually had tempers. She liked her women feisty, to give her a wild ride. It seemed she couldn’t be happy unless someone was throwing things at her.
“Tabatha was in here looking for you,” Maggie said, setting the beer on the bar. Ricky cringed, wondering what her psycho ex wanted.
“She say why?” Ricky asked. She pulled her billfold from her back pocket and dished out some cash onto the bar.
“To give you hell.” Maggie laughed, pocketed the money, and went off to help another customer. Hell, Ricky thought. Well, that’s what Tabatha is ... hell on wheels. She hoped she didn’t run into her tonight.
Bringing another cigarette to her lips, she let it dangle there, unlit, while her eyes feasted on the hottest ass she’d seen in a while. It, the ass that is, was at the pool table, bending over to make a shot. A very short black leather skirt barely covered it, a skirt so short that Ricky had a wonderful view of a clean-shaven pussy. The woman straightened up, bringing into view a long mane of russet colored hair falling in a sheet down her back, golds and reds glistening under the beer lights. Ricky brought her lighter up and lit her cigarette, slowly exhaling a stream of smoke.
“Hey, Maggie,” she called. Maggie walked over, tucking another tip into her bra. “You know what she’s drinking?” Ricky asked, gesturing toward the redhead at the pool table.
“I don’t know why Ican’t interest you in some fun,” Maggie crooned, leaning close enough for Ricky to taste the mint on her breath. “I played the flute in high school,” she confided. Ricky raised her eyebrows. “I can flutter my tongue, 216 beats per minute.” Ricky laughed and raised her glass in salute.
“What’s she drinking?” Ricky asked again.
With a practiced sigh, Maggie went to make the mystery woman a fuzzy navel. Scanning the bar, Ricky noticed that Sam was already off in the corner with her old lady. They were making out like high-schoolers. She smiled, putting out her cigarette in the ash tray. Sam was lucky. She had found love early.
“Heard you like fuzzy navels,” Ricky said, shrugging off her jacket and hanging it on one of the wooden hooks that lined the wall by the pool tables. The redhead was even more striking close up. Her eyes were a surprising dark brown and framed by thick lashes. Her body was all soft curves, hips full and wide, waist a gentle indention leading to her decidedly perfect breasts. If her skirt should be illegal, then her shirt could be taken in for the same infraction, Ricky thought. She could see every curve through the sheer fabric. The woman’s tits were full and her nipples dark, pleading for attention.
Her dainty pout stretched into a smile at Ricky’s approach. “Do you have one?” the redhead asked. She took the drink, and set it next in line with another half dozen similar offerings.
“Why don’t you find out?” Ricky asked. Her new friend laughed, leaning back against the table and crossing her arms beneath her breasts so that they rose to flirt playfully with Ricky’s eyes.
“You see the woman behind me, racking up the balls?”
Ricky took in the aggressive-looking butch dyke slapping the balls into the triangle. She had a black flattop, thick black framed glasses, and a nose ring. The sleeves on her plaid shirt had been ripped off, revealing rather impressive biceps. Not as tall as the red-head, but thick and muscular. “You need to get permission from her. I’m her bitch.” She giggled, taking the first of her fuzzy navels. More than one person had thought of the drink idea, but none of them were playing at that table.
The question is, does Butch like to pass her Bitch around, or does she want to share in the pleasure? Ricky walked around the table to Butch’s side and leaned in close, letting her thigh touch the other woman. “Whatcha drinking?”
“Whatcha offering?” Butch growled suggestively. Ricky felt heat rise in her body as her eyes met Butch’s. They were open to play. Ricky grabbed the waitress and ordered a Budweiser.
A good hour later, Ricky leaned over Bitch, pressing her bush into the redhead’s ass through their clothes. She was helping Bitch with her stroke on the pool table, and she had more than a good buzz going. Her new buddies were very friendly; it was only a matter of time before they went outside to cool off.
“Ouch!” she yelped as Butch walked by, slapping her on the ass. Bitch giggled beneath her, driving her wild. Ricky closed her eyes, fighting off the urge to take her on the pool table. The teasing and innuendos needed to be set into action. She ground herself suggestively against Bitch as they took the shot and asked, “You two want to get serious?”
The redhead’s eyes met Butch’s and she nodded, leaning her pool queue against the wall.
“Nice softail, man,” Butch said when they got outside, running her hand along the handlebars. Bitch hopped right on, making motor noises and pretending to rev the engine. Ricky lifted her eyebrows, but said nothing, focusing on the ass bouncing on the leather seat.
“And totally customized,” Ricky bragged. She pulled out what looked like a strap-on from the saddle bag. It resembled your basic belted dildo but the strap was longer than most would need. She bent across the seat, between Bitch and the handlebars, and buckled it tightly around the frame of the bike. The large black rubber prick rose into the air. Strapping it onto the bike was preferable to a woman sometimes. Ricky could ride for miles with the vibrations of the bike ripping through her body, bringing on amazing orgasms. “I call it my pommel,” she shared, straightening and winking at Butch.
“Fuck no!” Bitch immediately pulled up her skirt and positioned herself over the dildo, then lowered herself down onto the cold rubber, warming it slowly with her juicy lips. She gasped and giggled cautiously, taking in its entire impressive length. Butch smiled, her arms crossed over her chest. She was softly whistling, “Back in the Saddle Again.”
“Start the engine!” Bitch pleaded. Ricky mounted behind her and turned on the ignition. Bitch’s giggles became groans. Ricky reached around to massage Bitch’s nipples, pleased to find them like long erasers. She kneaded the full breasts, letting their weight fill her palm. Her other hand slid around Bitch’s waist, fingers coming to play in the folds of the clean-shaven pussy she had admired earlier. It was wet and slick, smelling of hot sex and warm seat leather.
“Butch…Butch,” Bitch chanted, until Butch came up beside her, just in time to kiss her as her orgasm peaked.
Ricky jumped when a car door slammed nearby. A couple walked into the bar, arms around shoulder and waist, paying no attention to them.
Butch lifted Bitch off of the toy and set her on the ground. Her smile was wide with satisfaction. Yep, that is the coolest thing, Ricky thought, getting off of the bike, unstrapping the appendage from the seat, and putting it away.
Butch was leading her woman down the alley on the side of the bar. Her arm was around Bitch’s waist and they were nibbling on each other. Ricky lit a cigarette and followed. The lighting was bad, and the smell was less than thrilling, but she knew the back of the bar opened into a field followed by what seemed like endless mountains. The moon was bright and there was plenty of room to play.
They walked around the corner and there was a large black van, straight out of every horror flick Ricky had ever seen; the windows dark, the bumpers rusted. Butch pulled out a key and unlocked the side door, which opened with a squeal. The interior light came on and brought a shag carpet and a bed into view. Ricky raised her eyebrow and took another drag of her cigarette.
Bitch crawled in and Butch pushed against her ass, making her fall across the bed in a fit of laughter. Ricky chuckled too and put out her cigarette in the gravel.
“Come on,” Butch called. Ricky looked up, met Butch’s heat-filled eyes, and climbed aboard.
“Fuck!” Bitch cried out as Ricky’s hand opened her box.
“Yes!” ordered Butch, twisting a nipple roughly. Ricky was sweating, twisting her hand in Bitch’s love juice. She could not believe how far her hand was up this woman’s snatch. The muscles squeezed her wrist. She slowly opened her fingers, causing Bitch to groan. Ricky twisted her hand and Bitch’s hips rose into the air, seeking. Smiling maliciously, she pulled her hand out with a loud sucking noise.
“No!” Bitch protested, and Ricky didn’t disappoint her. She dove in again and picked up a steady rhythm. Butch had removed her clothes and was now squatting over Bitch’s head. Ricky’s eyes were drawn to the ropes of muscle in Butch’s thighs as she held herself over her lover’s face. Bitch’s eager tongue was like an arrow finding its target. Her eyes glazed over and she began cursing, calling Bitch a nasty whore, a fucking slut, a dirty cunt sucker. She was moaning and bouncing, her small breasts jiggling. Her abs were tightening and quivering, the sight making Ricky even wetter.
Suddenly Butch screamed and her cum came flying out in a stream. Bitch was swallowing, her tongue searching Butch’s honeypot for even more. Butch dropped back on her hands and her juice sprayed straight into Ricky’s face. “Fuck!” Ricky laughed, wiping her face. Her hand was mangled by the vice of Bitch’s trap as she came in turn.
“You want your twat sucked? That fuckhole of yours filled?” Butch asked as she approached Ricky. She took a fistful of greasy locks and pulled her up so that Ricky’s nose was in her pussy. The smell of slut butter wafted from her made Ricky’s mouth water. “Eat me,” Butch commanded, and Ricky didn’t hesitate. Her mouth latched onto Butch’s lips. Her tongue dove between the folds, finding her hole wet and salty. Ricky’s nose bobbed against her clit in an eagerness to please. Butch pulled Ricky’s hair, and yanked her face harder into her lower lips. Ricky brought her hand to her own cunt and began frigging herself.
She jumped as she felt Bitch’s long-nailed fingers join her own, gently pulling the soft hair of her pussy. “Let me take care of that,” Bitch whispered. She licked her ear and bit it playfully as she slid into Ricky’s wet folds with practiced fingers. Ricky could feel Bitch’s nipples pressing into her back, and something hard and wet sliding along the crack of her ass. “Feel that Honey?” Bitch cooed. Ricky couldn’t answer. “That’s my cock. It’s special.” She nudged Ricky’s hole. “Feel how big it is?” Bitch poked her again, teasing her entrance. Ricky shoved back eagerly, wanting that fullness. Bitch laughed and began to push into her cunt. Ricky groaned, finding her pussy protesting. Whatever Bitch was shoving into her was huge. She felt the walls of her cunt expanding, inch by inch, the width of the cock stretching her wide.
Butch pulled Ricky’s face from her snatch and leaned over to kiss her. She licked Ricky’s lips and cheeks, sucking every last drop of cum from her face. Ricky then felt Bitch force her “special” cock inside. It would be painful if it didn’t feel so good. It hit every wall. It filled every bit of space. Ricky took hold of the shag, pushing back against Bitch as she began pumping into her. Groans echoed in the small space.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” Bitch said, and Ricky turned her head to see that Butch had strapped on her own bit of fun. It was heavily greased. Bitch froze inside as Butch began fucking her ass hard. They knelt in a row, fucking and cursing.
Ricky’s hand found her clit and she pulled and pushed it the way she liked it, while her pussy took in the biggest rubber cock she had ever known. They moved in unison. The only sounds were their nasty words and the suction of their juices mingling.
Ricky found her spot. The air seemed to vibrate. It felt as though she were on bike and they were speeding up a winding road, faster and faster, until she toppled over a cliff, falling into sensation, needing oxygen. She collapsed against the shag wall, trying to breathe. The air was heavy with the sweet smell of their silky cum and stale unwashed carpet.
Bitch eased out of her. The absence of her colossal dick caused Ricky’s muscles to contract in protest. Bitch giggled and crawled in front of her, squeezing in next to the wall. Her special dildo projected out of her nest like some obscene growth. Ricky was drawn to it. She took it in her hands, twisting it in Bitch’s twat. Her lather bubbled around the circumference. “Come here, honey,” Bitch invited, her voice hoarse. She put her hands around Ricky’s waist and pulled her closer, sliding her massive gap-stopper back where it belonged. Bitch began nibbling her lips as Ricky swayed slowly into her body.
“Ricky!” They all jumped. “Ricky! You fucking slut!” Someone was hitting the side of the van. “Ricky! I know you’re in there!”
“What the fuck?” Butch said as she opened the door, wet cock swinging into Tabatha’s outraged face. Tabatha wiped her cheek in disgust and forced her key into the side of the van. Before she could go more than a foot, she was on the ground, with Butch’s knee in her back.
“Ricky, I loved you!” she sobbed into the ground.
“You gonna join us or leave like a good little girl?” Butch asked, removing the keys from Tabatha’s hand.
“I’m only leaving if Ricky comes with me!” Ricky and Bitch were still joined at their fuck centers and the very thought of leaving this party caused Ricky’s quim to quiver unhappily.
“Sorry, honey,” Ricky said, ignoring her ex and rocking her hips against Bitch, who moaned dramatically for Tabatha’s benefit. Butch took her knee off Tabatha’s back. As she started to clamber upward, her rosebud pout come directly in line with Butch’s rubber hard-on. She looked up at Butch with weepy eyes, her tongue sweeping across her lips invitingly.
“Suck it, brat!” Butch demanded. As Tabatha leaned in, Ricky smiled. It was just another night at Daddy’s.
