Note: this story is a flashback to an event that happened before Part 1 of this story, and may answer some questions you all have. If you haven't read part 1 yet please do so after reading this.
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Samantha paused and admired her figure in the mirror. Clad in only a white tank top and her favorite Hello Kitty pink flannel PJ bottoms, she realized not for the first time what an amazing body she had. Her tight firm breasts kept their shape even without a bra (she never wore a bra when going to bed), and her cute little ass was looking good. Her daily squats workout had been paying off.
Spanking herself, she grinned before turning out the lights and climbing into bed. She texted her best friend Briana good night, then set her phone down and snuggled down under the covers.
Her body was tired, but her mind was still very active. She replayed some of the days' events in her head. She had gone to school, like any other boring day. It hadn't been too eventful; she'd hung out with some friends, turned in homework, just another normal day.
Well, except one thing: she had gangbanged the entire freshman football team.
It was her way of solidifying her control over them. Fresh young greenies who didn't have a clue of how high school really worked. It hadn't taken them long to notice her, her being on school leadership. They'd all seen her host at freshman orientation and she knew their eyes had been on her since. With a body like hers, she couldn't exactly blame them.
So she'd sauntered into the locker room after practice. The coaches had been pulled away to a staff meeting, and she had pounced at the chance to get the team alone. She loved being a slut. She loved having other guys' hands all over her, and their stiff cocks inside her. Nothing had made her wetter than hearing them cheer each other on, telling whosever turn it was to "Fuck her hard!"
Samantha slid out of her pajama bottoms and panties, now clad in only a white t-shirt pulled up above her bare breasts. Spreading her legs slightly, her hand found its way to her mound, where she began touching her exposed clitoris ever so slightly. Each touch sent a tingle of pleasure up her spine.
Then after school she and Briana had gotten so worked up that they'd arranged a quick muff munching session in the back of Briana's car. They'd put up sun screens in the windows to stop any prying eyes, but one person, a truck-owning street racer from Samantha's music class named Daniel, had managed to peek through a crack and see them.
To be fair, they had been caught in an awkward position: she had been lying on her back, knees bent, and legs open wide, with Briana on her knees and her face down between Samantha's legs. She'd been licking gently, tasting and probing Samantha's' pussy. Samantha couldn't even imagine the view Daniel had gotten; Bri's ass in the air, her face between Samantha's legs. He might have even caught a glimpse of her pussy peeking through just a little bit. He would have heard Samantha moaning, seen her squirming in the backseat.
After seeing Daniel pull out his phone, the girls had quickly paused and rolled down the window, offering their bodies to him in exchange for his silence. Daniel had jumped at the chance, and as the girls went back to their positions he had pulled Briana's tight jeans down and entered her from behind. Each thrust had sent Briana's face into Samantha's cunt. Samantha had cum quickly, and the sight of her squirming around on the seat had been too much for Daniel. He'd squirted his cum deep inside Bri's pussy, filling her up. Luckily for Briana, she had been on the pill.
Samantha had slowly been rubbing her clit faster and faster, unconsciously spreading her legs. Now she rubbed her entire pussy, cupping one of her tits in her other hand as she came. Her fingers became coated with her juices as she gasped in pleasure, her head back and eyes closed, playing out the scenes from today.
But as soon as she finished cumming, she knew it wouldn't be enough. She was extra worked up tonight. Licking her own cum off her fingers, she got out of bed and went over to her closet. Reaching around behind a floor-length dress she hardly wore, she pulled out an old Converse shoebox and took it back to the bed. She sat down on the bed and opened it up, revealing her sex toy collection.
Briana had helped her order these; she hadn't wanted to get them shipped to her address for fear her parents would find out. So Briana had had them shipped to her house under Samantha's middle name, so if her parents found them they would assume it was shipped to the wrong address.
She only had three so far, but she loved each one of them. She had a small purple bullet vibrator, which she had a special spot for as it had been the first sex toy she'd ever bought. She also had a green realistic dildo made out of PVC, with a lifelike head, textured shaft, and firm, bulbous balls for that realistic feeling. Her last sex toy, purchased for her by Briana as a prank, was a giant dark red dildo, ten and a half inches long, with unbelievably realistic veins and balls. She rarely used this one because of how big and girthy it was, and only after stretching herself out first.
She moved the box to her nightstand after taking out the bullet vibrator. Sitting back against the bed like before, she spread her legs and rubbed the tip gently against her sensitive clit. It felt so good. A thought suddenly popped into her head, a thought of pure sin but one she had been thinking of more and more recently. She imagined the buzzing vibrator against her clit was her father's own tongue.
If she was honest with herself, she'd admit that she'd been attracted to her father ever since she had been a young teenager. His caring nature and stern yet gentle discipline had been a major turn on, since so few of the boys she knew displayed those characteristics. He was also a full package physically; he had broad shoulders, a square jawline, and recently he'd started growing a very light beard which was she thought was so hot.
She had masturbated many a night as a middle schooler to the thought of his strong arms holding her, but never imagined him feeling the same. That is until one night she'd overheard him in the shower. He'd been gasping and grunting, then she'd heard the words "Oh, Sam," whispered under his breath. It had taken her a little bit of time to realize he'd been jacking off thinking about her, and then she'd known she had to fuck him.
