Sinning at the Club
"And you are sure this is a good idea, dear?" Mother asked Daddy. As always, Mother wore a conservative dress: skirt long, neckline high, though it was sleeveless, a concession to the summer heat. Her hair was perfectly coiffed even after a day spent weeding at the church. I didn't even recall her slipping into the bathroom to fix herself when we returned home, she just changed out of her garden jeans and looked perfect.
I had to spend an hour in the bathroom when we returned home. I was a sweaty mess after spending the afternoon on my knees next to Mother. It wasn't how I preferred spending my time on my knees. Summer break had just begun, and I already missed kneeling behind my school, blowing the horny boys for a dollar, swallowing their cum, savoring how wanton and whorish I was as I fingered myself.
I didn't even think of setting up an alternative location for the summer. Big oversight on my part.
"She is eager to help with the outreach ministry," Daddy answered. He stood tall, authoritative, with all the confidence of a methodist preacher facing a horde of depraved sinners. He wore his black suit, blue tie dangling down his white shirt. He was such a handsome man, dark hair with wings of gray streaking back from his temples.
I had such a sexy Daddy. I loved it when I fucked him. He was a reason I
loved
older men. There was Deacon Bill at church, Mr. Thompson at school, Coach Murphy, three other male teachers, kind-hearted Dom who ran the local ice cream stand, and a few other studs in our small suburb of Thousand Oaks.
"But out so late?" Mother frowned. "And in LA? The Sunset Strip, darling. Do you think that's too much? What if she can't handle it?"
"The outreach to the homeless shelter is important. She's eager to help." The "outreach" to the Sunset Homeless Shelter, which didn't even exist, was the lie Daddy told Mother to explain tonight's fun.
"I am, Mother, so eager," I said, my pussy juicy. Tonight would be so much fun. Over spring break a few months back, Daddy had taken me to the Sunset Strip, a place of porno shops, adult theaters, peepshows, and The Pink Delight, a go go dancing club where their dancers stripped naked. All nude review, it was call. Something sinful and decadent and oh, so new.
Tonight, I was putting the go go boots I bought with my blowjob money to good use.
"See," Daddy said, hiding his grin. "She is a charitable woman. She wants to help out all those poor, lost souls."
Daddy's hypocrisy knew no bounds. He could preach to his flock about the dangers of sexual immorality, how loose women lured men into sin, and how fornication outside of marriage, and inside it should only be for procreation, lead straight to damnation all while his cock was still wet with my eighteen-year-old cunt. I loved helping Daddy "get ready" to give his sermons every Sunday morning while Mother setup the worship hall, laying out fliers, making sure every pew had enough song books. She had no idea her husband fucked his cock in and out of my barely legal cunt or even my asshole at every opportunity.
Daddy used all my holes.
He could lie so well. I knew he was hard right now, eager for me to watch me be a sinful harlot tonight. I knew he had depraved ideas on how to use my body. I was temptation given flesh--blonde, busty, and youthful. Long legs, lush lips, blue eyes promising such wicked delights. I lured men into sinning with me. I drove them wild, forcing them to spill their seed into my body.
I was such a wicked preacher's daughter. I hope I was the most sinful one to ever exist.
Sex was amazing, and I pitied my mother for being so reserved, so frigid. A tight ass, as Deacon Bill put it. If she enjoyed sex, she could keep Daddy's lust satiated enough for him to resist the temptations of other women, including me. But she didn't understand how wonderful it was to enjoy sex, to suck cocks, to bare her body, to take a young boy's virginity, to gasp and writhe as one man fucked my ass and another my cunt.
She didn't know how delicious cum tasted. And that was so sad. Sometimes I wanted to grab her shoulders and shake them. Especially when she lectured me on the dangers of masturbation and how it would lead me into greater sexual sins, like parking with a boy.
It was hard to keep a straight face during those lectures. I had done so much worse than kissing a boy and letting him grope me.
"Well, you know best, dear," she said, always the dutiful wife, the perfect suburbanite. She could challenge Mrs. Cleaver to the honor of best housewife in America.
"I always do, Margarete." He took her shoulders, and she planted two chaste kisses on his cheek.
She couldn't even kiss him properly.
"We should get going, Father," I said, acting reserved, dressed modestly, my hair gathered in a pair of innocent pigtails--Daddy's suggestion.
"Of course, dear," Mother said. Then she gave me a kiss. "Be careful at the shelter. Watch out for those men. They can be such degenerates. And you are such a young thing."
Oh, if only she knew.
"I will, Mother."
My nipples tingled as I embraced Mother. She was endowed, too. I had inherited much of her beauty, including her blonde locks, though hers were even paler than mine, a platinum compared to my gold. I was suddenly aware of our breasts pressed tight together. Ever since I saw two women have sex in a stag film at the Sunset Playhouse, I had wanted to be with a woman. I had hinted to Father for weeks now, but so far he either ignored me or I was being too subtle.
I hoped it would be with Donna Paxtor. I had watched her and Daddy several times now, and she was a delicious woman. It always sent a naughty thrill through me when I watched, knowing I had fucked her husband, Bill. And he had no idea his wife cuckolded him with Daddy. She was a beauty, too, a redhead with a sultry smile.
My pussy grew wet, soaking my brand new panties. They were decadent, made of silk and so lacy. My mother would be apoplectic if she ever found out I owned naughty underwear. And my bra wasn't much better, lifting my large Double D's into two mounds, a lacy, black bow between the cups. It even unsnapped in the front.
"Well, I'll let you two go." Mother said. "Drive safe."
"We will," Daddy said with great patience in his voice.
I was all giggling excitement once we were in the Buick. Daddy bought it back in the fifties, and it lacked seatbelts. It was fun to ride in. I bounced on the seat, trembling with excitement, my outfit in the trunk. Once we were in LA, Daddy pulled over at a diner. I darted into change in the restroom, stripping out of my conservative dress, my Mary Janes, and my knee-high socks. I pulled on my go go boots, white vinyl coming up to just below my knees, and my dress. It was wicked. The skirt was so short, it barely covered my rear. The sleeves were long, flaring to bell cuffs at the end, and the oval neckline scooped so low you could almost see the top of my bra, the black lace around the cup peeking out.
It also showed off my delicious cleavage.
I tied the dress's belt around my waist, pulling the material tight to my stomach and then letting the skirt fall loose about my hips and rear. I stared at the mirror, loving the blue pattern of flowers and leaves swirling over the dress. I shook my hips, giggling as the skirt flared up and down. I turned, staring over my shoulders and kept swaying.
Flashes of my black panties hugging my butt-cheeks appeared. Oh, yes, I would have fun in this dress.
I strolled back out of the bathroom, hurrying through the diner, eager to get to the club. Men in the booths glanced at me, hunger in their eyes. If I had time, I would make them an offer. Dollar for a blowjob. Five dollars for my pussy. Eight for my asshole.
