A Hair Trigger on a Thunderstorm

Author's note: this one is a slow burn, split into four encounters. It's very over the top. All characters are 18 or older. Have fun.

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Kitty Schriber stomped into her house and kicked the front door. She wasn't angry, it was more a matter of urgency. She wanted to scream, especially now that she'd slammed the door. She needed, absolutely needed, to run upstairs and take care of some urgent bodily demands, but she could hear the rapid steps of her dad as he approached. He rounded the corner, grey eyes like storm clouds, and the lightning was flashing.

Or maybe she was just dramatic when she was outrageously horny.

"Is there a reason you slammed my door?" His voice rumbled, and there was the thunder to match the lightning. He spoke gently, but he was Daddy. Gently was plenty.

"Bad day. Sorry." Kitty shrank immediately. She took in his attire. Just her mother's far-too-small apron and a pair of basketball shorts, leaving his hairy arms and chest bare. He wasn't sculpted, but she knew he was powerful. She had learned her lesson about bigger men already today, and fucking NONE of this was helping.

"What are you making?" She asked. She was trying to distract herself, take her mind off everything.

Off her sexy fucking day.

Off the fact that her dad's anger had softened immediately and how he was now folding her in a big, hairy hug, and it felt electric.

Off the fact that she knew her dad was lonely and hurt and that she could help.

Off the colossal tempest of unregulated arousal that was perched in her mind, clouding her thoughts and urging her to do terrible things so it could find release.

Kitty was so fucking horny, and she had realized her Dad was hot. He was built like a bear, he was brilliant, and he had those sexy grey eyes. He was more than hot. He was the sexiest man alive.

"I'm sorry you're having a bad day." Again, he was gentle, but so was a bear in hibernation. She'd seen him angry a few times, imagined him turning that anger on her in the way daddies do... The thunder inside her got even louder. Surely he could hear that.

He recalled her question and finally answered, "Oh, I'm making stuffed mushrooms. Your favorite." And there was the care, the affection, to pair with the power. He doted on her. She was done for.

"Daddy."

"Yes?"

"I neeeeedd your help," Kitty whined. This was a bad idea. It could ruin everything.

"What do you need, baby girl?" He was still holding her, and those rumbles in his chest were delightful. Him calling her baby girl was delightful, with a little extra.

"I..." she gasped, unable to finish on that attempt. "I need..."

"You can tell me anything, Kitty."

And she could, couldn't she?

Kitty looked up into his eyes, her petite frame against his large one, her stormy grey eyes a mirror of his own, but hers held a thousand times as many clouds. His eyes were a big storm of love and affection, as always, exactly what she always needed from him.

Her eyes held something akin to the great red spot on Jupiter, a storm large enough to swallow the Earth. That storm was held back by a hair trigger, and she needed help to set it off good and proper.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy."

***

Kitty had had a very strange day. Well, no. A very arousing one. On three separate occasions that day, she had an encounter that deeply aroused her, but not brought her to satisfaction. She'd been kissed, teased, groped, stripped naked, flirted with, and maybe a little used, all three times by people she wouldn't normally consider romantically at all. But they were people she adored, now.

Kitty was a cheerleader, one of the best in her squad, and had briefly been considered for the captain position. She didn't want it, and had made that clear. She was happy being the star flyer. She was 5'3" and 110 pounds, and she could fly like the best. They had a pair of really strong boys, Fernando and Muhammad, that were permanently assigned to be her throwers, and the three of them were great together. Of course, the two boys were quite into each other, and it was adorable. She had carefully angled for it over the last year, and was super excited when they finally started dating. Kitty found the two of them to be super hot, even though they were gay, and she wouldn't have minded either of their hands on her in a sexual way at all.

Nope. That's not what she got. Though, to be clear, she didn't hate what she got at all.

The first encounter of the day came during first period. The teacher, an old woman by the name of Ms Callahan, spoke up to a lethargic class.

"For this next part, I need my projector. Hmm, Corey, can you go get it? It's just in my office."

Corey, a quiet, heavyset, boy stood from his desk. Unfolded, to be more accurate. He was huge, 6'4" or so and definitely over 200 pounds, just a big boy. Still, he was widely acknowledged to be one of the smartest boys in their graduating class, and Kitty thought he was sweet. They'd been in the same classes for years and years. He lumbered to the office in the back of the class and lifted the projector from her desk, setting it up with practiced movements. It was lined up and he turned it on, and it worked for all of ten seconds before the light popped audibly.

"Phooey. We can move on to a different segment, I suppose," said Ms Callahan.

"No, it's okay. We have extras," Corey said.

"How do you mean?" Asked Ms Callahan.

"I'm in the AV club. We set up all the lights and stuff for school dances and crap like that. Er, stuff like that." Oh. Kitty remembered Corey working the sound board for the school plays. That made sense. "I know where there's an extra one, but it's high up in a closet on the other side of campus. I think I'll need help to get it. Can we do this section at the end of the period?"

"Sure, I can move sections around. Why don't you take Miss Schriber? She's great at being up high."

"That's not..." Corey said, but Kitty jumped to her feet.

"That's fine with me, I'm happy to help!"

Anything to get out of this boring fucking class. And Corey would be good company for a little bit.

Corey shrugged helplessly and gestured for her to follow him. She had to take two strides for every one of his, but she was fast and he was... kinda fat, honestly. Not trying to be mean, but he was. She kept up no problem.

"Thanks for coming with me, I guess," the big boy said.

"No problem. I'm not a fan of world history. Or any history."

"Hmm. It's good to know that stuff. History never repeats itself, but it often rhymes." He shrugged, giving her a smile. "I've always wanted to say that."

"I forget that you're one of those guys who cares about school."

He shrugged, "Eh. I'm realistic. A lot of this stuff is worthless information. But, sometimes there's good shit in there. I bet you won't need to do an integral after you finish calculus, but knowing how bad stuff happened is never a bad thing."

"That's... fair. It all feels so long ago that it can't possibly matter, though."

"Hey, seventh grade was a long time ago, but I still remember that time I got to dance with Kitty Schriber for one song." He grinned at her boldly, and she blushed.

She smiled at him, "Damnit. I was hoping you wouldn't remember that." They had been at a school dance where nobody was actually dancing, and two of the chaperones had practically forced them and a few other pairs together in order to peel all the wallflowers from the wall. He was a big guy even then, but he wasn't shy. She had a nice time.

He laughed, "Not a shot. One of my top memories. I'm not much of a dancer, I mean, look at me. But I was able to forget that for a few minutes. You were beautiful." He shrugged. "Always were."

This fucking guy was flirting with her! The gall! The sheer confidence! He was... kinda cute.

"Thank you, Corey. I certainly remember that dance. I think about it anytime I hear that song."

"Which song was it? I, uh, will admit I was distracted at the time." This was so weird, but really nice somehow? He wasn't making a move, just kinda expressing himself at a rare opportunity, and she could respect that.

"Fireflies, by Owl Cities? It was everywhere at the time, and I still hear it every once in a while and think of you a little." Kitty gave him a little smile.

"Oh yeah. I do remember that, now. Hey, we're here."

They had reached a room she hadn't been in, shoved in the back of the school by an electrical closet. He pulled out a keyring, and her eyes boggled. "Is that the full set of keys for the school?"

"Uh huh," he was going through them systematically.

"How the fuck did you get those?"

He slipped into a southern drawl, like a drunk hillbilly, "AV club president, y'all. I get to go anywhere, do whatever, nobody questions my big ass cuz I've always got the ladder. 'Cept I forgot my fuggin ladder today and all I got is a tiny chick to get the big heavy thing down off a ten foot shelf. The fuuuuccckkkk."

Kitty had dissolved into a fit of giggles halfway through. Why was she just now discovering he was kinda cool? There was like a month left before graduation!

Finally, his words filtered through. "Wait. Ten foot shelf?"

The door opened and he went through with an apologetic smile. "Yep. I tried to tell the old woman but then you jumped in."

She followed him inside, "Can't you go get a ladder?"

"I normally have access to one, but it was loaned out to some contractors who are pulling cable or something. I was hoping Jessie could come instead." Jessie and Corey were friends in the AV club, Jessie was short and small enough to clamber up the shelves safely.

Yup, there at the top of a monstrosity of a shelf was a clone of the borked projector. She would need to stand on something tall and pick that thing up, from above her head. There were problems, though. First, that thing was heavy, and she could only lift it if she could use her legs. Second, the only tall thing to stand on was Corey. Third, she was wearing a pleated skirt.

She would deal with things one problem at a time, like her Dad taught her.

"Corey, if I get the bulb out, can I skip trying to lift that thing?"

"Yep. I heard the bulb pop, that's definitely what failed. There's a compartment on the side that'll let you get the bulb out. Uhh, how are you planning to get up there?"

"I'm gonna stand on the conveniently placed tall boy." Kitty's heart was pounding as he glanced at her skirt.

"I, uh, won't look?" He tried feebly.

"I don't believe you at all." Kitty said with a smile. "But that's okay. It's a weird day. You tell anyone and you die, but you can look."

Her head started to fuzz with static as he gave her the purest look of... worship? That she'd ever seen. Fuck, that was sexy. Holy fuck. She'd been with hot guys who all thought they deserved her, it was nice and all, but that look on his face was doing things for her. He knew she was hotter than him, and that he was going to get a glimpse of something rare, and would let her literally stand on him for it.

And she could just offer a taste, a glimpse, a tease to these nerdy types whenever she wanted? They would eat it up and make her their queen. That was so hot. It was all made much, much worse by a single fact.

Kitty had opted not to wear panties today.

The first cloud of horniness rolled in. This oddly charismatic, overweight, nerdy boy was going to see her pussy, and she was going to let him. But that would be his little surprise. She wondered if he would cum in his pants.

She walked him through how she would get on his shoulders, one movement at a time, just like this was cheer practice. "Focus, through all that, get me safely up there without dropping me, clamp those big hands on my legs. And THEN you can look." She grinned as he catalogued all that information, nodding as he faithfully recited each step, all while managing to look exceedingly horny the whole time. She kept repeating to herself that it was the situation, and a little bit of Corey's charisma, that were getting to her. She did NOT find him attractive.

If he lost some weight, though? Maybe kinda yummy. Maybe really yummy.

She kicked off her sandals. And then she began the process of mounting his shoulders, and he executed his moves perfectly. Fernando and Muhammad, those sweet boys, would be ecstatic to know they had another brother in cheerleading arms. His hands held her ankles and he stood straight and confident, as sturdy as either of her gay boys, but definitely taller. She was about to reach for the projector, which was just above shoulder height, when the first comment rolled out of him.

"Jesus fucking Christ. No panties?" His voice was husky and low, and it hit her like a jolt of electricity. He dropped into that ridiculous hillbilly babble, "God damn little lady, if that ain't the prettiest fuggin pussy I've ever seen. Ooh, it's all shaved and pink and shit. She's drippin', too." He seemed to realize he was doing it, and stopped the voice, but not the commentary. "Fuck, sorry if this is pervy as all hell, but you look goddamn tasty. You give me a call if you EVER need someone to eat you out. I promise I'm good at it."

She laughed. Somehow his voice helped distract her from being anxious. The raunchy commentary turned an embarrassing situation into mostly just an erotic one. He was cute, he was funny, he wasn't supposed to be looking at her pussy but he definitely was. Her juices were flowing, and she hadn't even touched the projector yet.

She had to lean over a bit to get to it, and that apparently spread her ass cheeks enough, because that got some commentary, too. "Fuck! Just look at that booty, too! Please tell me if I need to shut up, I absolutely will, but I'm effusive with my praise, and praise the Lord for that ass. Ooh that butthole is winking at me. I eat ass if that's a selling point for you. I don't if it's not a selling point for you."

Kitty was giggling now as she tried to find the compartment. The winking was entirely her doing, and that WAS a selling point.

"Corey, where is this compartment?"

"I see two perfectly good ones right there."

She shrieked with laughter, though that comment didn't help the lightbulb problem or the horny problem. "Hey! I need to get down soon. My feet are starting to hurt."

"It should be right below the plug. And if you need a plug..."

"Stop it, I'll fall!" She laughed, slowly spinning the projector around so the plug was facing her. There was the compartment. "Doesn't your neck hurt from the perving?"

"It will soon. But I get to look at the girl of my dreams' pussy. Worth every second of pain."

Kitty was halfway through opening the compartment when she processed his words. She looked down, barely able to make eye contact through her legs. "Really? Me?"

"Since that dance. Never thought I'd get a chance to tell you. Don't worry, I don't have any illusions or whatever, it just feels nice to fucking say it to you, y'know?"

She did know how that felt. She'd had her fair share of crushes, but not for five years. Poor guy. Kitty liked to think she was a nice person and wouldn't have laughed at him, her Dad had raised her better than that. But she probably wouldn't have given him her full attention.

"Thanks for telling me. I... would actually consider it if you asked me out. I don't know what that answer would be, but I'd like for you to not be staring at my cunt when you ask."

"Absolutely."

If Kitty's heart was pounding, horniness and butterflies waging a desperate war for dominance in her belly... How must he feel?

"Got it!" Kitty exclaimed, cradling the bulb carefully against her chest. Titties will keep it safe.

"Uhh, how are you getting down? Not that I mind, you can stay there forever if you want."

He was still sturdy, which was surprising. But she had forgotten the dismount. Coach would kill her if she found out. She couldn't walk him through the dismount catch right now.

"I'm gonna have to slide down you. I'll hang onto the shelves as I go down, but at some points it'll just be you holding me up. Think you can do it?"

"You won't fall," he said confidently. She couldn't tell if that was hot or overconfident. It would depend on how this went, wouldn't it?

She was gonna have to slide her whole body, practically along his face, to get down. The horny static in her head got stronger. Would he take liberties somehow?

She put the lightbulb on the next shelf down, barely within reach from the ground, and grabbed a hold of the top shelf. "Okay let go of my feet and I'll start lowering down. You hold onto me as I go."

The process began, and he clamped his hand higher on her calf. She lowered herself half a foot, and he supported her. Another foot, and his hand moved up, way up under her skirt, on her upper thigh. The pounding of her pulse became thunder once more, the fear of falling in this back room covered in nails and spiders combining with the thrill of a new boy's hands on her. An oddly cute boy, one who she wouldn't normally be interested in. That everyone would disapprove made it taboo, and taboos are so much fun to break. Allll the taboos.

His hands didn't wander, though her skirt was fully raised, caught on his head as she lowered herself further. She was past the spot where the shelf would support her, it was all on him, and now her ass was right in his face. Fuck, her ass was right in his face. Would he...?

He fucking did. "Sorry..." he groaned as he shoved his face in there. Her cheeks weren't spread, he wasn't eating her ass, just shoving his face against the crack of her bouncy little ass. She shrieked and wobbled, falling against the next shelf and just catching herself.

She could probably, totally, drop now. It was less than six feet from where she was to the ground, and she was a great flyer, she had taken longer drops no problem. That just made her more willing to hang out, though. See where he would go.

Naturally, as promised, he ate ass. "Fuck! Naughty boy! When did I consent to this?"

He promptly removed his tongue from her asshole, head still up her skirt. "Fuck. I'm sorry, Kitty. I got kinda lost in the mmff," he cut off as she shoved him back in there.

"I consent," she said with a laugh.

Normally, when a boy is doing this, she would be masturbating. She couldn't do that here, so the eroticism of having her ass eaten by a great big nerd boy who she should NOT be doing this with... well, she couldn't cum from this. So the horny only built up, the naughtiness escalating. Eventually, they were both shaking from the strain of holding her there.

"Gotta hop down now, Corey."

"Uh huh," he pulled away, giving her butt cheek one last kiss. She giggled and dropped safely to the ground.

Or not. "Eep," she declared.

"Huh?"

"I'm caught."

"Oh, shit. Uhh..."

Her T-shirt was caught on a shelf above Corey's head, there was a nail sticking out (thank God she didn't cut herself!) and it had pierced a little hole in her shirt. Thoroughly snagged, it had torn a bit as she dropped, and was now stretching and binding painfully against her, supporting a surprising amount of her weight. Her whole right side was exposed.

"Corey, help!"

He tried to pull the fabric off the nail, but it wouldn't budge under the tension. Tearing it would be bad, she didn't have a spare.

"I'm gonna climb back up and take it off."

"Kay." He supported her as she climbed up the shelf until the tension was relieved. She was facing him this time, and his hands were on her thighs while she kinda stood on his chest. Off the shirt came, and of course there was no bra underneath. "God fucking damn." He groaned, drinking in her tits. They were b-cups, and she was happy with them. Boys seemed to adore them. They were handfuls for most guys, but Corey might be a different story.

Now topless, she was sliding back down his chest, and his hands were on her ass under her skirt, holding her up and pulling her into him. She didn't resist his kiss at all. They moaned into each other's mouths, the lust from the last few minutes boiling over. He was an excellent kisser, he clearly had practiced somewhere, and his confident hands on her backed that up.

"So fucking hot..." he moaned. He placed her on the next shelf down, and she just barely fit beneath the next one. They kissed for several minutes, and Kitty was soon a horny mess. His hands and mouth descended on her breasts, and Kitty let him have his fill. This would be spank bank material for the rest of his life, and that thought, along with his still-skillful ministrations on her breasts, made those horny clouds in her mind get heavier. At this rate, when she got to cum, it would be pretty fucking epic. When his hand descended to her pussy, she was happy. He worked her clit like he was born to it, and his fingers were wonderful and thick inside her. Still, there was no time for this, and she oddly didn't want to cum yet.

"Corey," she said eventually, stopping his hand, halting her orgasm in its tracks, not far off at all. She pulled his hand out, and lovingly sucked his fingers clean. "You need to stop. We gotta get back, but you had a question you wanted to ask, right? Me too."

"Oh, right. Please go out with me. You can keep me secret, I give no fucks." His eyes were passionate and intelligent, he was honest and adorable, and she found during her slide down his chest that he wasn't that overweight. He was pretty muscular under it all.

"Yes. You get one date, and you'd better rock my goddamned world, sex or no sex."

He lit up like a Christmas tree. "Fuck yes." He kissed her again, and she reluctantly pushed him away. "Uh, what question did you wanna ask?"

"Not a question to ask." She unzipped his pants. "Just wanna see." Kitty reached into his underwear with confidence and pulled out a good, solid, uncut dick. Pretty thick, not the longest ever, just a little above 6.5" by her educated guess, but very nice. No smell, either, which happened with uncut guys sometimes. "Ooh, nice cock Corey." Kitty was suddenly aware that she had a nice boy's cock out in a private room, wearing just a skirt with no panties. She wanted him in her. "Gotta get outta here now, before I fuck you."

Corey had been in the process of putting it away, but when she said that, it leaked a bit, and he stopped. She swiped that off and put it in her mouth. "Put it away, Corey," she said with a laugh.

"Got it. Yup. Blue balls all day, but I couldn't be happier. Fuck. Best day ever." Kitty laughed as he finally put his dick away. He reached up and produced her shirt, a little worse for wear but very wearable.

"Thank you for... opening my eyes a bit, Corey. You're a good guy, and I'm really looking forward to our date." Kitty gave him her number and they plucked the lightbulb they needed from the shelf where she had left it.

They walked back, chatting and laughing, and she felt the butterflies and horniness war still ongoing in her belly. He had her in fits of laughter a number of times on that walk, her sense of humor coming easily to him. They returned to class, fired up the projector, and it worked fine. Kitty enjoyed watching him do a round of checks on the old thing, confident hands checking each component before turning it back on.

She realized was kinda crushing on him. Little out of order, honestly, given where his tongue had been, but she got there pretty fast.

"Hey, what's that smile about?" Her friend Jennifer asked. She was also on the cheer squad, and had a bit more of the stereotypical bitchy energy.

"Nothing. Corey's just funny, I had a nice time talking to him."

"Ew. He's so fat and-" Jennifer suddenly quieted as Kitty turned to glare at her. Just like her Dad, her grey eyes were like storms when she was angry.

"He's my friend now. Leave him be."

"Got it, no biggie, sorry!" Jennifer put on an easy smile, trying to avoid a confrontation. Good enough.

***

Kitty was left to stew, the horniness not abating at all as the day progressed. She was now noticing cute boys where she wouldn't normally be looking.

That nerdy one with the pimples? Jameson. Those pimples weren't his fucking fault, and she watched him tutor one of the meathead lugs her squad was supposed to date. Jameson was kind and patient, trying different routes to get the jock to figure it out, and it worked. Under the pimples, she could see a decent looking face and an easy smile. Isn't that just... exactly what she actually wanted? Someone to trust, to share her time with and laugh with, who was cute, who could eat her pussy well, and maybe have a nice dick? That's literally all Kitty wanted in a guy, and if she could look past a flaw or two, there were like six guys in this one class that could probably provide that. And some of them were even jocks!

Kitty found herself frustrated that she'd spent her time in high school dating along clique lines. Yeah, the quarterback was hot, but he'd also had most of the cheerleaders at this point, and Kitty wasn't going near him with a ten foot pole. He'd tried. Kitty had just ended a relationship with a wide receiver after he cheated on her. Just, why spend those four months together if you're gonna waste it all? It all felt like a waste of time. They all acted like it was only natural that they should be allowed between her legs, and if she didn't, she was a bitch. Corey wasn't like that, and Jameson probably wasn't, either.

That look of worship on Corey's face... she wanted more.

Kitty was lost in a reverie when lunchtime came around. Jennifer tried to drag her off to her normal lunch table, but she wanted some quiet for once. Let her mind calm down. Her Dad had made her lunch today, on his day off, so it would be good to enjoy it in peace. He was a really good cook, and she wondered what he had packed her.

She found herself at the library. Kitty honestly wasn't sure if she was allowed to eat in here, but it was deserted. Wandering in, she spotted the assistant librarian and waved her over. "Hey, I'm in need of a quiet place to eat. It's been a day. Is there somewhere I'm allowed to eat here?"

The assistant librarian was a small woman in her late twenties, pale with a few piercings that Kitty would've normally dismissed as ugly or distracting. But, looking with her new, slightly more objective eyes, this woman was gorgeous. The piercings--a hoop on one side of her nose and a stud on the other, a cheek piercing, as well as three earrings in each ear--didn't really distract that much at all, though they still weren't Kitty's style. She had lovely, slender features and beautiful big brown eyes. Her dress was just barely on the side of professional, dark red and swishy, ending just at her knees, but the material was clingy, revealing a delightful figure.

"Oh I get that for sure," the woman said. "C'mon back to the break room. It's just me today, and I could use some company with my lunch if you're okay with that."

"Sure! I just don't want the noise of the cafeteria. I'm Kitty, by the way."

"Olivia. Nice to meet you. I mean, I'm sure I've met you before, but I'm not good with faces."

"I'm a student, shouldn't I be calling you Ms, uh..." Kitty trailed off.

"Ms Wilcox. Only if you want to. My name is Olivia, and you're welcome to use that. Here we are." She did the tah-dah hand motion at the break room, which was just a room with fluorescent lights and a table with a full length tablecloth, a microwave and a sink.

"This'll do, thank you so much." Kitty sat at the table and just breathed. Enjoyed the quiet. She opened her eyes to see Olivia doing the same thing, eyes closed, enjoying the silence.

Kitty pulled out her lunch, unzipping it and Olivia immediately started sniffing. "Damn. That smells good. What'd you bring?"

"Dunno. My dad made me something. A surprise, I guess."

"Aww, I love cool dads. I didn't get me one of them, but I miss mine anyway." Olivia looked down sadly.

"Sorry for your loss."

"Just one of those things. I'm more sad for what I didn't get than what I lost." She shrugged. "Dang, what the heck did he make you?"

Kitty's lunch was packed very full. It was a rule that when somebody brought something good, it got shared. There was plenty of food for the two small women. "You can probably put your salad away. You want Mediterranean food made by a sous chef? There's a ton here."

"Oh fuck yeah," Olivia said as Kitty unboxed the hummus, pita bread, souvlaki skewers, rice, fucking dolma even. And there, at the bottom, like her Dad had known how many to pack for, were two perfect little squares of baklava.

"Hope you're not vegetarian. And that you're fucking starving."

"Nope! And yep!"

The two of them dug in. It was excellent, as always, but Kitty was used to her dad's food. The moans Olivia was making, though, were doing funny things to her horny mind.

"Your dad single? I might snatch him up if he cooks this good."

"Uh, maybe? It's complicated."

"I was mostly kidding, but do you wanna talk about it?"

Kitty shrugged, "My mom cheated on him with her boss. Whole corporate ladder bullshit, but she apparently fell for the guy. Haven't seen her in weeks, and my dad's been throwing himself into work. My house went from a happy home to a damn graveyard, like THAT," she snapped her fingers.

"Tch. I'm sorry, Kitty. Can I hug you?" Kitty nodded. The little goth lady gave great hugs, Kitty found out. "Is that why you were looking for quiet?"

Kitty laughed, happy to have someone to talk to about the morning shenanigans. "No. I was processing something. Still am."

"That smile says it's pretty good."

"Do you know the guy who runs the AV club?" There was a good chance Olivia did, there was a ton of tech in the library.

"Corey? Good kid. Ooh that smile though, what happened?"

"We HELLA made out during first period."

"No fucking way. You and him? He's not... really in your league."

"I know! That's why I'm freaking out! I agreed to a date." Kitty gave her a quick recap of what happened, and that led to a longer recap. "So I'm just fucking topless at school, making out with this boy who is holding me up by my naked ass... and ugh. It was surreal. I wanted him to fuck me right there."

They had finished their food, and both of them were blushing a bit at the lurid details. "So no panties at school, huh?" Olivia asked. They made eye contact as she asked this, and Kitty's heart rate spiked.

"I... felt slutty today."

"I like slutty," Olivia said quietly.

Kitty cleared her throat a bit. "Uh, you ever try baklava?" Olivia shook her head. "Okay, it's sticky, lemme just..." Kitty picked up the little square of pistachios, crispy dough, honey, and happiness, and held it out to Olivia's lips. It was a little smaller than an inch on each side, just a little treat. Olivia's mouth opened and they made intense eye contact as she took the little treat on her tongue, making full, intentional contact with Kitty's fingers. The moan was somewhere between foodgasm and orgasm. The horny storm clouds only expanded, and apparently Kitty could hold plenty more of them.

"Mmm fuck that's a hell of a dessert. Your daddy better make me more of them or I'll hunt his ass down." Olivia said, grabbing Kitty's wrist and licking the honey from her fingers. Okay, now she was just sucking her fingers like a cock, and Kitty wasn't sure if the goal was to seduce Kitty or her dad. She was a goddamned puddle between her thighs. With a nervous laugh, Kitty pulled her hand back. "Do I get to do that to you, now?" Olivia asked.

Kitty nodded bashfully. "If you want..."

Olivia grinned and picked up the baklava square in dainty fingers. Kitty had never noticed how sexy feminine fingers could be, but now those fingers were feeding her, and the moan that ripped its way from her throat was a slutty one. The combination of denied horniness, new experiences with now both a man and a woman, and the delights of the dessert itself made her moan her sluttiest. The fact that Olivia kissed her right after she ate the treat didn't help at all.

Her lips were so soft! Not at all like the manly kisses she'd experienced so far. Kitty groaned and pulled the woman's head into hers, their tongues dancing together. They made out for several minutes, and Kitty got to experience her first breast (other than her own) in her hands, no bra to be found. There were piercings there, too! Loops pierced straight through Olivia's nipples, and she groaned excitedly when Kitty pulled on them.

"Fuck, that feels incredible, baby girl," Olivia moaned.

Gah! That was what her dad called her, and with Olivia's comments earlier, it was confusing as hell. She didn't want her Dad, probably, but she was aroused by being called baby girl.

Olivia slid confident hands up Kitty's thigh, to her hip, to her ass. "Fuck. You were right. No panties in sight."

"I do this once a week and nobody has ever found out!" Kitty groaned. "Today we're at two!"

"Skirts invite inquiry," Olivia said cryptically. She was wearing a dress with a skirt herself. Was that...?

Kitty slid her hands under her new friend's skirt and found... nothing but booty. Just to make sure, her hands went a-wandering and didn't stop until they passed against the older woman's asshole. Fuuuuccckkkk. Turns out, it was fucking hot to touch a woman there, and that explained a lot of Kitty's experiences. Boys just seemed to go for her butt, and she now understood why. Olivia didn't complain at all, leaning into Kitty's touch and letting her explore.

Olivia worked Kitty's shirt up over her breasts, and the librarian's head ducked down to suck on her nipples. Kitty was surprised when Olivia pulled her T-shirt the rest of the way off. "Little dangerous, don't you think?" Kitty asked, very aware of being topless in the break room.

"I knowww, I'm sorry, I just love to take a woman's clothes off. God, I'm in love with these," Olivia was pinching and pulling on Kitty's nipples. Kitty was so fucking horny now, and she was enjoying being dangerously naked. When Olivia started to push her skirt down with a naughty smile, she melted, and was fully nude in seconds. Olivia had her sit up on the table, and Kitty's heart was once more like thunder in her ears. "What a pretty little pussy. Can I eat your kitty, Kitty?"

Kitty laughed, "That's actually a new one for me. Pleeease eat me. I need to cum so fucking badly."

And then Olivia's tongue made its first contact with Kitty's pussy. It was glorious. She stared down into the older woman's eyes, and enjoyed the lust she saw there as Olivia dined on her. Olivia's tongue was gifted, and after tasting her pussy juices for a moment or two, Olivia focused on her clit in a licking pattern that would get her to cum in no time. "Ohh, fuck, that feels incredible, Olivia. You're so fucking good with that tongue. I love the way you look at me with those big brown eyes. You wanna just devour me, huh? Oh, get right the fuck in there, yessss. Mmm, you're gonna make me cum soon. Ohhh, real soon."

The storm clouds were rolling, lightning was flashing in her mind as that orgasm came barreling down on her. She was so close, Olivia was a goddamn maestro with her tongue. So close. She was so turned on by being completely naked in the empty library break room, but it made her aware of every little noise. When she heard the sound of one of the doors to the library opening, she had to choose between cumming and covering up. No time, that orgasm was coming fast. Her decision was about to be taken from her by a screaming orgasm when Olivia picked up the sound. She immediately removed her tongue, earning a loud whimper, and Kitty ducked under the tablecloth, taking her shirt and skirt with her.

This was not great. If someone looked under the table, Kitty would be discovered, naked and on the edge of orgasm. She could just finger herself and cum RIGHT NOW, but she couldn't be quiet through this one. It was too big. Those storm clouds just got angrier and angrier, multiplying.

Olivia sat at the table, her knees just under the tablecloth, and cleaned up the remnants of their lunch, packing it neatly in Kitty's lunchbox. Those footsteps were wandering around the library, and Kitty was losing focus. Olivia was pantiless, she knew that, and she could just...

"Ooh, what are you doing down there?" Olivia whispered as Kitty made contact with her thighs. Olivia bit her lip and helpfully slouched in the chair, putting her butt on the edge and opening her legs. She still managed to look pretty normal with her lower half fully covered by the tablecloth. A little manspread-y.

Kitty couldn't think of anything but pussy, the static electricity blocking out her mind. She dove into Olivia's cunt with fervor, attacking it with the single-minded need to make the woman cum. It turned out Kitty had a pretty good idea how to work a pussy from her experiences masturbating, and Olivia responded immediately.

"Fuuuccckk that's so good," she whispered as Kitty worked her clit mercilessly. For her part, Kitty was struggling to keep her hands from her own pussy, that orgasm still knocking at the door. But she would scream, she knew she would, when those storm clouds finally released their payload. So she let them build.

Olivia did some sudden adjustments to the tablecloth to fully cover herself. Kitty gave no fucks and kept eating her tasty pussy. It was the only thing keeping her from masturbating.

The footsteps approached. "Hey, Olivia," an older man said. A dull voice that everyone at the school dreaded to hear. The vice principal was a very boring man who could drone on and on, but he was also oblivious to anyone trying to escape the conversation. It was torture, and Kitty was gonna make Olivia cum while he talked to her. "I wanted to ask you about how the organizational system worked for the books. I had some ideas on how to rearrange it all so it works better."

"Ohhh, well uh, what questions did you haaave? It's a Dewey Decimal system, if that heeelps." Olivia could've just pushed Kitty's head away, maybe closed her legs, she would've been forced to stop. Instead, her thighs were spread wide, and her hips were rocking.

Now that he got going, the VP began to drone on about how the books should be arranged, and how his idea would revolutionize everything. Olivia made little noises of understanding, but they were very moany noises as Kitty worked her closer to orgasm. Olivia couldn't get a word in edgewise if she wanted to, so she didn't try, and eventually her eyes just closed halfway as the man was gesturing around the library.

"Mhmm that's good, ohh that's fucking good, fuuuuccckkkk," Olivia mumbled, and the man didn't even notice. Didn't see the gorgeous woman cumming on a naked student's tongue, he missed her back arching and her quiet groan of pleasure as Kitty drove her through a powerful orgasm. He didn't see Olivia reach under the tablecloth and pull Kitty's face in harder, didn't notice the smell of sex as Olivia doused Kitty's face in a burst of girlcum. The vice principal talked through it all, his back to Olivia as her eyes rolled back in her head.

He kept fucking talking. So Kitty added two fingers, pressing upwards, against the woman's g-spot. Olivia bit her fist hard, her body locked in a silent full-body orgasm there in the chair. Kitty was pleased as punch when Olivia full-on squirted on her face. Kitty could do that sometimes, too.

Olivia let out an involuntary gasp as she came down, air finally entering her lungs for the first time in a little while, her silent scream finally over. But the dreadful man didn't notice that gasp either.

The bell rang.

"Oh, I suppose I'll have to finish explaining later. Thanks for listening, Olivia, you're very nice to talk to, you really get my ideas. Ciao!" He was gone.

Who the fuck says ciao?

"Kitty. Holy fuck that might be the hardest I've ever cum. We need to get you dressed and cleaned up."

"Hnnngh," came Kitty's voice from under the table. "Didn't cuuummmm."

"I know, baby girl, but there's no time!"

The urgency in her voice broke Kitty out of her pussy flavored reverie. She popped out from beneath the table and got dressed faster than she ever had before. Olivia took some wet wipes from her purse and cleaned Kitty's face of all the cum. They got the linoleum next, and the place looked mostly presentable. It smelled like pussy, but that would fade.

Olivia gave Kitty one last kiss. "I'm so sorry you didn't get to cum. Here's my card, it has my cell on it. You give me a call if you don't get anyone else to figure out your problem, okay?"

And just like that, Kitty was stumbling off to her next class, hornier than she'd ever been in her life.

***

The rest of the school day was pretty normal, all things considered. Kitty didn't have any encounters to make things worse, she was just at a low boil all day. Then, her Dad texted her.

'Hey, I need curry powder. Can you see if Billy has some?'

'Sure thing, Dad.'

Billy was a short Ethiopian man who ran a little ethnic market that carried a wide variety of stuff, Kitty's dad had been buying from him for over a decade and he was something of a family friend. The market was on her way home from school. It was an annoying detour today, but any other day it would be totally fine.

Kitty got through the shorter cheer practice, only an hour today as there was only one game left in the season. It was tough to have Muhammad and Fernando's hands all over her, but she got through it. They were extra gentle when she explained that she might cum on them if they weren't careful, earning a big laugh from the boys. She'd been kinda hoping there was some bi in them, and she could maybe angle for something sexy, but it wasn't happening. Le sigh.

After practice, she changed back into her nothing outfit, feeling electrically naked once more. The walk home was quiet, as everyone had left with the main surge right after school. None of her squad went her way, and she didn't bother with her car since her house was only a few blocks away. So she was alone when she stepped into Billy's Market.

"Kitty! Hey, how are you doing today?" The exuberant little man bellowed. He had a slight accent she had never heard anywhere else, and she had been fascinated enough to ask what it was. He had told her about his home in Ethiopia and how he wished to go back, but his family was here, now. He'd been here for thirty years, and was now in his early fifties.

"I'm doing well, Billy," she gave him a hug. He was only a little taller than her, and he gave really good hugs.

She suddenly shrieked as she felt a finger on her side, directly on her skin. "What's this?" His finger had poked right through the hole in her shirt from the nail this morning. The surprising contact got the horniness flowing again.

"I, uh, got caught on a nail at school."

"Oh! Are you okay? Did you get cut?" She raised her shirt, showing the smooth skin where the nail failed to cut her. His eyes were locked on her, and he gulped. That desire in his eyes was like gasoline on a fire to her raging hormones.

She lowered her shirt, "I'm good, thanks for asking. My Dad's looking for some curry powder, I know you have some, don't even try hiding it from me," she teased.

"I would never! Okay, maybe if it made you smile. But I can't help it! Pretty girls should always smile." She was smiling now. Billy was always fun. He was a little overweight, too, but it seemed like everyone had a little bit extra nowadays. It gave him a friendly appearance. "It should just be over there, bottom shelf, the kinda brownish yellow stuff."

His cellphone rang, and a look came over him that Kitty had never seen. He looked distraught. "Are you okay, Billy?"

"She's taking everything," he said quietly, silencing his phone and ignoring the call.

"Who is?"

"Ellie! I gave her everything, every bit of my life. And she's taking it all away!"

"What?! But you two are perfect together, where is she going?" Ellie was his wife of twenty-some years. She was a tall and willowy blonde that was aging gracefully to gray, and her smile always came so easily. It brightened the little shop.

Billy shrugged, "She's moving on. Found someone new, I guess. Same with your mom, eh?"

"No! That bitch!"

His face darkened, "She is still my wife, please be kind when you call that worthless whore mean names."

Kitty laughed and gave him a big hug. "I'm so sorry, Billy. What is she trying to take, though? If I can ask."

He gestured around the place, "My shop. She owns half, wants me to sell it so she can cash out. I don't have enough equity to buy her out. I put my life in this place. I pick each item, put it on the shelf myself. Sometimes the ends don't meet so well, but it's a good life! I don't want to do anything else!"

"Have you talked to my dad? I don't know if he can help or anything, but he would know more than I would."

Billy shook his head, "No, not yet. I didn't want to disturb him as he's going through his own thing."

"Well you can go through it together at the very least."

"I know. I'll talk to Mark, I will. I just..." he slumped, all the joy leaking out of him. "You hear about how women can break your heart into a thousand pieces, and I've always just looked at my Ellie and KNOWN she would never do that. And now she is. I feel... empty."

Kitty sniffled, watching this happy man be brought low was breaking her heart all over again, after what she'd watched her Dad go through. She resolved to never treat the people in her life this way, but what could she do to help him? She was just a girl with no experience in this stuff.

Ahh, but she was a girl with experience in some other stuff. With her new eyes, Billy was a cutie for sure. His arms were strong from hauling sacks of rice around the shop, and he was one of the kindest people Kitty knew. He was smart and wise and funny, and Kitty was gonna suck his cock.

"Okay, Billy. I have an idea. You have a lot of divorce bullshit to go through, yeah?" He nodded. "You need revenge, something to help you hold your head high as you look that bitch in the face. Something to give you confidence and let you stand your ground."

He frowned, "What do you have in mind?"

"Wellll, do you know who she's with now?"

"Some young investment guy with tons of money and mommy issues." His jaw clenched.

"Okay. How was Ellie in bed? Adventurous?"

His frown deepened, "Well, no, but I don't know why you're asking. It's not appropriate."

Kitty grinned, "When was the last time you had your cock sucked?"

Billy's eyes widened and he was watching her like she was a cobra about to strike. She wasn't venomous, but she would certainly stroke his snake.

"A very long time," he croaked.

"Well how would you feel about a pretty, 18-year old cheerleader sucking your dick? Would that make you feel better? Like maybe you got to trade up, too?"

"Kitty, you can't. Your dad-"

"Will be fine. He knows I'm... amorous. I fall into bed pretty easily, you wouldn't be the first man in his fifties to blow his load in my throat."

"Really? You're a... slut?"

Kitty giggled, "Just a little. My body count is... sixteen? Really depends on how you count. You will be specifically the second man in his fifties to cum in my mouth."

"A-are you sure?" Billy asked, hands shaky.

"Would it help?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm sure. Do you have a private area where you can fuck my face?" Kitty was pouring it on thick, enjoying the baffled and horny looks she was getting from this man who had been in her life since she was a little girl.

"Y-yes. Back here." He closed and locked the front door and put the "back soon" sign up before taking her by the hand and guiding her to the back. Kitty enjoyed the oddly intimate contact of his hand on hers. His hands were big and slightly rough. Manly.

They got to the back storage room, and there was a little cot on the ground, cozy in its own little nook, with candles set around. She wondered if she would ever be fucked on this cot. "I rest back here, sometimes. My house is by the freeway, and this spot is quieter."

"Did you ever fuck Ellie here?"

"Many, many times." He said with a little laugh.

Seized with a naughty urge, Kitty asked. "Do you have a camera?"

"Just my phone."

"That's fine. Remember, this is revenge, so we should capture all this. That shelf looks like it'll get a good view. Set your phone up there and record all of this."

"Holy hell..." he set his phone up nearby. "If we're being this naughty, I would love some still shots, too."

She handed him her phone, set to the camera, a happy smile on her face. "Make sure to get plenty of my face. If you ever have cause to show her this, she should know how eager I was to suck your dick."

"Jesus, little girl. You're amazing."

"You haven't seen anything yet. Would you like to?" She toyed with the hem of her T-shirt.

His eyes boggled again. "I didn't think you would let me see you..."

Kitty grinned, absolutely loving the feeling of power she felt. She was vibrating with horniness now. "I'll be as naked as you want me to be. Do you wanna strip me?"

He held up her phone, "Pose for me."

So she did. Standing on that cozy cot with bare feet, she gave the camera slutty looks, kisses, biting her lip as he took pictures from different angles, but still with her clothes on. She pulled up the hem of her shirt, and he took a bunch of shots of her flat belly. He got so close, but didn't touch, as he took pictures directly up her shirt, along her belly, her breasts in shadow. She took one hand from the camera and placed it on her belly. They both groaned at the touch, the sexual tension like electricity. He took pictures of that first intentional, sexual contact.

Kitty teased the camera, her shirt just an inch below the start of her breasts, and she could hear his breathing pick up. She hoped he would make it to the actual cock sucking, but she was committed to the photo session, even if he came in his pants. He would have a hell of a collection to get him through the divorce. Good memories to balance the bad.

If she didn't fall into his bed, that is. Then they would be amazing memories. She was not in the right frame of mind to be making those decisions, though. Far too horny.

Finally, her breasts bounced free, and the picture he took was her favorite of the set. In that shot, she was laughing, her perky pink nipples fully on display. She laughed because the look on his face was like a man seeing God, and he made the sign of the cross, an old habit from his youth, apparently.

He dropped the camera, then, and there were no more pictures until he stopped kissing her and sucking on her breasts. His rough hands felt amazing on her sensitive nipples, and he kissed so well. Her lightly tanned skin against his dark tone was fascinating to her, as this older man, a dear friend of her dad, mauled her breasts. She got a feel of the cock in his pants, and was very excited to take that in her mouth. Or elsewhere, but that was a bad idea for right now.

Finally, he got back around to taking pictures. Her shirt was fully gone now, and the confidence she had displayed was partially replaced with a horny daze. Kitty eventually got back into the photoshoot, giving him sexy little poses that showed off her breasts. He liked them hanging down, as did most boys. "You can cum on them, if you want," she teased, "But I think you'll want to make me swallow."

"You swallow cum?" He asked in a daze.

"I love cum. It's delicious."

Kitty started teasing with her skirt, raising it and showing more thigh, the crease of her ass. Reviewing the pictures later, she liked one where she had raised the hem of her pleated skirt to the absolute max without showing her pussy, while her arm covered her breasts.

Eventually, the teasing was done. Billy had wonderful pictures of her bent fully over, her pussy open and drooling, her asshole winking at him, but with the skirt still on.

Kitty eventually realized she could cum, here. This was a safe place to finally let the clouds of dark arousal pour forth their fury, at least in theory. But, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She would fuck him if she did that, and she wasn't ready for that. Not with Billy. Partly, she didn't want to strain the relationship between Billy and her Dad more than it already would be. But another part was idly curious how big this storm could get. Besides, there was another man that was hurting that she could give her storm clouds to. He had plenty of his own. But that was too naughty to think about.

"So pretty," Billy said from inches away from her pussy. She gently covered herself with a hand, suddenly aware of how close she was to orgasm once again.

"Take my skirt off, Billy. But don't touch my pussy, please."

"G-got it." His hands were shaking as he peeled that skirt down off her hips, her thighs and calves. Her feet. "Can I touch your ass?"

She moaned, "Mmm... yeah."

His big hands felt incredible, spreading her open as she knelt on all fours. Boys could never resist her butt, and Billy was no different. He was soon licking the one hole she would let him lick with abandon, shoving his tongue as deep in her ass as it would go.

"Fuck, you have a long tongue."

"You ever take a cock back here?" He asked before diving back in.

"Yesssss..." she moaned.

"I would love to do that to you someday."

"Honestly? How I'm feeling right now? You might get your chance at some point."

"Mmm," he groaned into her hole.

"Feeling better about Ellie?" Kitty asked with an evil smile.

"Who?" He replied without removing his tongue. She laughed, causing her ass to clamp down on his tongue, which felt amazing.

Billy was working her closer to orgasm just from his tongue in her butt, and that wouldn't do. She pushed his head away and turned to face him. "Kiss me, Billy." The look on his face when she said that was delightful. She knew where his tongue had been. They kissed for a while, and his hands explored her body. He left her pussy alone, but certainly not her butt. She unzipped his pants. His finger was deep in her asshole when she worked his cock free from his jeans. "Why the fuck would she leave this thing?" Kitty wondered aloud.

It wasn't the biggest cock she'd ever seen, and that was a good thing. The biggest had been attached to a boy who didn't know what to do with it and it had hurt. No, this was a nice, thick, 7" cock, with heavy balls that sagged a little from age. "Do you like it?" Billy asked.

"I love it. Can I suck your cock, Billy?" She bent over when he nodded. "Billy, finger out of my ass, please. I don't wanna cum yet." He pulled his finger out, and she laughed when he sucked it clean. "I would've done that if you asked," Kitty teased.

"Maybe when it's my cock." He was staring at her intensely.

"Mmm, absolutely."

Billy finally stood, his cock hanging over her face menacingly as she knelt on the cozy little cot. The small bed was extremely comfy, and at this point she was just wondering how often she would be fucked into it. She would need to figure out how to make this all work. Could she just give him one blowjob and move on? What if her date with Corey went well? She didn't want to be a cheater, but she really loved the idea of helping Billy get revenge with all her little holes.

Kitty was a ball of horniness right now, and none of the thoughts running through her head were worth entertaining for very long. It was so hard to think about anything but that cock, so she didn't. She sucked him right on down her throat. He groaned, astounded at the sensations as his balls hit her chin. It took a lot, a lot of effort to make deep throating look effortless, but she succeeded. In and out, tip to nuts, she took her dad's friend's cock, fully naked on that little bed. He barely remembered to take a few pictures.

Kitty got lost in the horny haze and absolutely demolished the poor man. She meant to draw the blowjob out, make him whimper and moan and lose his mind when he finally came in her mouth. But she was distracted by how irrationally horny she was, and she sucked that hard cock with every bit of skill that she had, which was a lot.

Between the teasing, the photoshoot, the kissing, and everything, he was very worked up. Barely two minutes after she first set his cock on her tongue, she had him buried in her throat, cum firing into her stomach in huge jets. She looked up at him happily while he roared, holding her head in place, unable to breathe but quite used to the sensation.

When he was done, he was a little shaky, which was pretty normal. But he was still hard. Curious, she sucked again. He groaned and pushed her head away.

"Little girl, you are crazy." He said with a laugh, a big grin on his face. "I'm not young enough to go again so fast."

His cock was finally starting to deflate, and she gave it a little kiss. "Thank you, that was a lot of fun." She stood and pressed herself against him, letting him enjoy her body a little more as she kissed him.

"Kitty, you are wonderful. Thank you for sharing this memory with me. I'll cherish it forever."

"Of course. I'll send you the pictures once I get them uploaded."

Kitty got dressed, feeling incredible and powerful as she did so. But those dark clouds were not letting go. She was astoundingly horny, and she had no serious plans for how to set off the fireworks. She had idly entertained the idea of going to her Dad, but that would be too much. Definitely too much. Surely.

She gave Billy another kiss and let him unlock the front door. He pushed a large pack of curry powder into her hands, and Kitty laughed. She had forgotten why she came here in the first place. She tried not to look too obvious as she walked out, past a trio of customers. Kitty smiled as she heard Billy's booming laugh a moment later, chatting with the customers in his usual way.

***

She felt good, but felt that mood fading as she walked home the last few blocks. It had been a wonderful day, really, but the storm clouds in her mind were absolutely brutal right now, horniness and doubt and excitement and so much more horniness. The storm of the century was brewing in her body and now all she could think about was that her Daddy was good to her. He loved her dearly, and would adore her forever. If she gave him this last gift of the day, her biggest yet, would their relationship survive? Could she get him to go for it?

She had resolved herself to just go upstairs to masturbate when she accidentally kicked the door closed. It slammed hard, and her Daddy was there. Gentle and calm, he wrapped her in his arms. His strength radiating from him, making the hairs on her body stand on end. His body, so electric against hers.

She could see the storm of emotions in his beautiful grey eyes as she looked up at him. Pain from her mom ripping his heart out. That little bit of anger that she had slammed the door. The love for her, his little girl. There was lust there, too. He wanted her, she could read it in his eyes like an open book.

And that lust opened the door. Kitty actually said it.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy."

The storm of emotions whipped into a frenzy to match hers. "Explain."

"Three different people brought me close to cumming today, Daddy. I've felt wonderful and beautiful, I've made people's days better. But I didn't cum, and I'm so fucking horny I would fuck anything that moved. Any single thing right now. I need you to take me, take this hair trigger I have on this orgasm, and make it the greatest of my life. You're my Daddy. You can do it and still be my Daddy afterwards."

He saw she was completely serious. Thank God he was a serious person when he needed to be. "How do you want to cum?" He asked.

"Like, what do I want you to be doing when I cum?" He nodded. "I don't care. I can't care. Take me kiss me lick me worship me fuck me, anything, ANYTHING, just please, Daddy. I need it, and I need it to be you."

"I'm not gonna pull the trigger right away," he said.

"Fine. As long as you do."

"The mushrooms are ready, do you want a snack?"

Kitty smiled, "Feed me, Daddy," she said in a breathy whisper, enjoying his lustful groan at her words.

She walked to the kitchen behind him and went to sit on the bar stool, her usual spot when he was cooking at home. But those eyes stared at her, full of delicious danger.

"Shouldn't I sit, Daddy?"

"You're wearing too much."

Kitty shivered. "Would you like to take my clothes off?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Like the other three men?" That hurt, but it was a role he was playing. He knew about her sexual history and wasn't actually judging her for it. Kitty didn't think so, at least. But he was Daddy right now.

"Two men and a woman, actually. The first one didn't strip me at all, and he didn't cum. The other two got me fully naked and I made them cum with my mouth. But they were all very sweet, and they loved what I did to them. They worshipped me, at least the men did."

He watched her for a minute, eyes unreadable. "Take your clothes off and sit."

Daddy watched her as she stripped. Kitty didn't tease him, just got naked as quickly as she could, folded her clothes and set them on the back of the couch, and sat down.

"You're beautiful, baby girl," he rumbled.

"Thank you, Daddy," she smiled shyly.

Daddy pulled the stuffed mushrooms from the oven and set them on the kitchen counter. "Give it a few minutes, they're hot. How close are you to cumming, by the way?"

They were in a surreal space of full honesty. She felt no shame as she said, "Not that close, but not very far. It's mostly just simmering. Huge but not coming closer."

Daddy walked around behind her. She followed him with her head, back straight, allowing him to view her naked form. "I think two will do. One for being naughty, and one for not taking good care of yourself and cumming sooner."

"Two what?" Kitty asked. Her ass was sticking out over the edge of the stool.

"Up, a little," he prodded her butt with his finger, and she lifted up, quivering and breathing heavily.

CRACK! "One, Daddy!" She sang out, unsure how she knew to do that. That was delicious. His hand had struck perfectly on the meatiest part of her ass and the vibrations could be felt through her pussy and asshole. The lightning coursing through her pounded so much faster. And now she was anticipating the next one. She didn't have to wait long.

CRACK! "Two, Daddyyyy!" Fuck, she really was on a hair trigger. His perfect spank to her other cheek, a mirror to the first, had her teetering on the edge again. Now she had to sit on the hard stool, wood against her pussy, and not cum. But she could do it. Breathing deeply to center herself, as Daddy taught her, she lowered herself back down. She smiled at him, "Those were sooo good."

He grinned, briefly breaking character, "Thanks, baby girl." He kissed the top of her head, and when she could see him again, he was back in character. "Eat up. You'll need your energy."

He had stuffed the cremini mushroom caps with cream cheese and a spicy jalapeno sauce. There was cold kimchi to top them with, and her eyes rolled in pleasure at the first bite. It was a simple enough dish compared to some of the nonsense he could make, but this one just hit perfectly on her palate.

"Daddy..." she whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I need to wait a minute or two. I might cum from the food..." she was blushing fiercely. He laughed, leaning over to kiss her on the head again.

"You're wonderful, baby girl."

"Shhh, no praise. That's worse."

He laughed again, and Kitty loved him so much. That laugh was like the rumble of thunder from a storm that already moved past, distant and majestic, something to just appreciate for its beauty. How could her mother leave him?

"Daddy, I have a conundrum. Since I have to wait, I want to tell you about it."

"Go ahead."

"I met a boy. I think I like him."

"That's good. What's he like?"

"Big and strong, like you. Maybe a little too big, but he's sweet and funny. Maybe he can lose some weight, but I don't think I mind that much."

Daddy shrugged, "You can be a motivation for that. I'm happy to see you looking beyond your normal places for a partner."

"I'm happy about it too. But there's another thing I want to do, and something I already did, that I need to mention. So I met a woman, Olivia, and she's lovely. She ate your food and expressed interest in meeting you. I think you'd like her. I ate her pussy, and she's delicious."

"I'm not sure I'm ready to date already. It's been just a few months since your mother left."

"That's fair. Just meet her?"

"For you. So what's the conundrum?"

"I'll get there. So I stopped by Billy's on the way home. His wife is divorcing him, did you know?"

"Ellie? No fucking way." The quiet thunderstorm in his eyes turned furious.

"I know! She's been cheating on him apparently. I told him he should reach out to you, you can help each other through it."

"I'll call him later," Daddy rumbled.

"Thank you. But, I promised to help him get revenge..."

"What did you do, baby girl?" His eyes were suddenly flat and unreadable, clouds on a matte painting.

Full honesty, "I sucked his cock. I let him touch me. I let him take pictures, every bit of me, and video of the whole thing." She opened her phone to the gallery of pictures, flipping that to her Dad. He scrolled through for a while.

"You're gorgeous," he said eventually.

"Thank you, Daddy. You're not mad?"

"For helping my friend? No. I know about you, this isn't exactly surprising."

Kitty pretended to be scandalized, "Daddy! I'm not a slut!"

"Lies. Liars get punished, baby girl."

She smiled, "Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a slut."

"So, the conundrum?"

"I like Corey, the boy, he's going to take me on a date. But... I want to see where this goes with Olivia, and with you, and with Billy, too. Corey is a sweetheart, and I don't wanna hurt him."

"You haven't even gone on a first date. Why is this a concern?"

"Because he's surprising and thoughtful. I think I'll like dating him a lot, I have a feeling about it. I'm just thinking things through. How do I date him, be the girl he deserves, and also take Billy's cock in my ass on the little bed in the back of his store where he used to fuck his wife before she broke his heart?"

Daddy took a moment to process her words, arousal dancing across his face, "Openness, baby girl. Tell him how you want to live your life. Do you want to love Billy?"

"No. He's lovely, but I don't feel the same way about him. I just really love the idea of giving myself to him, to help heal him from the pain from Ellie being a giga-twat. Being used like that is so. Fucking. Sexy to me." Kitty eyed her Daddy pointedly.

"I don't think hearts work that way. Booty is great, but can it mend a broken heart after twenty years of marriage?" That sentence described both Billy and her father. It made Kitty shiver.

"I don't mean to be the full solution, but just a piece of what brings my joyful men back." There, she said it. "I mean to make myself available to both of you, if it'll help."

"Not just tonight, then? This isn't just about making you cum?"

Kitty shook her head. "That's just the thing that forced my hand with you."

"You'll have to see what happens after your date with this boy, then. Will he be okay to just have you whenever he can have you?"

Kitty nodded, "I'm nervous. I've been thinking about him all fucking day."

"Maybe this woman is the key."

She frowned, "How so?"

"Well not Olivia specifically. But if you're wandering a little, make sure his sex life is wonderful, too. Help him, bring him women to fuck, fuck them with him. He'll be helpless before the tempest that is my daughter."

She popped a mushroom into her mouth, shivering under the intense eyes of her Daddy. "Openness, huh?"

"Would've saved my marriage, but I wonder if being caught and dragged along by you will be better."

Kitty giggled, "I'll try to make it a wild ride."

He watched her as she finished her food. He ate a single mushroom and frowned. "Man, I fucked them up really bad this time."

Kitty giggled. "You're a doofus, Daddy. They were perfect."

"You're just a plebian. Not your fault you have no taste. I need to get my head out of my ass, those were trash. Not good enough for my wonderful daughter."

"I'm wonderful, huh?" She smiled at him.

"Look at those titties. Yes, you're wonderful." The storm was quiet while they were talking, but him directly praising her in such a sexual way set it right back to rolling with thunder. "Now, to work you into a frenzy so your mind fucking breaks when you cum." He said this confidently, eyes locked on hers, cheerful mirrors of her own dark arousal. He was having fun, having a blast, for the first time in months. She was doing that. Kitty was covered in goosebumps, and he watched them crawl across her body, those sharp eyes catching every detail on her naked skin.

Daddy walked behind her, and Kitty stayed stock still. He carefully wrapped his arms around her, not touching her in any way but very close. Her hands were resting on the countertop. He set his fingertips on her nails and began to trace down her fingers, the backs of her hands, every millimeter lighting up with electricity, their respective storms melding together a little.

God, she was dramatic when she was horny.

Those fingertips caressed down her arms, one long touch, up to her shoulders. She had moved so far beyond goosebumps now. His fingers coursed down her back, to her ribs, and she was vaguely aware of a low groan pouring from her throat. She'd never felt anything like this, this level of sensation. Nothing even close. The dense clouds of arousal inside her were condensing and expanding at the same time, multiplying, each new one much heavier. Ready to pour out their fury. His fingers were on her hips now, her thighs, moving so slowly that time blurred. Nothing existed but those fingers on her naked body. Her calves, her feet, her toes. The last two tickled fiercely, but she stayed still, enjoying the new layer of sensation.

When he had finished touching his daughter, Kitty looked up at him, shivering. It wasn't cold, she was just more aroused than she had thought possible. "Daddy..." she whispered, worried that if she spoke up she might just move enough to cum, with the stool pressing against her clit.

He kissed her, and it was a blissful distraction. When he lifted her up, carefully, from the stool, she hardly noticed. Kitty melted into her Daddy's kiss. He was everywhere, and he was wonderful. He carefully didn't touch her anywhere she needed him to touch, holding her in his powerful arms and kissing her like he needed her, like she was the air in his lungs.

Daddy gently carried her to his bedroom, one step at a time. Kitty felt safe, warm, loved, and so horny she could die.

Her Daddy was going to take her.

Don't think about it.

But he was going to do it.

Stop those thoughts, they'll bring the lightning pouring down. That orgasm was right there. Right. There. To call this edging would be an enormous understatement.

Daddy set her on the floor by his bed, kneeling. She was in a daze, and he was suddenly naked. The apron was physically torn from his body in his hurry, the strings of her mother's ancient, once-beloved apron shredded and forgotten. Like she forgot them. His shorts followed, and the best cock in the world was in her face. It was big, but not the biggest. It would fit her perfectly, every hole.

Every hole. Fuck. Don't cum.

Then that cock was in her mouth, using her brutally, fully into her throat. "Sorry, baby girl, I need to get close. You okay?" Slap slap slap went his balls on her chin as he asked that question. She nodded. This was better, actually. Something for her to distract herself with. She set herself to giving him the blowjob of his life, enjoying the stunned disbelief at her skills, the sparks in his eyes as she casually rocked his world.

She lost track of time, desperately pouring herself into sucking her father's majestic cock so as to not explode. When he groaned and his balls began to tighten, she backed off. He didn't want to cum in his baby girl's throat yet.

Kitty came back to herself, giggling at the look of madness in his eyes. The storm in his eyes finally reflected just a piece of hers.

"Baby girl."

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I'm going to cum in my perfect little slut. Lay on the bed."

"Yes, Daddy."

Kitty was quaking as she rose and crawled over the bed on all fours, letting him devour her body with his eyes. She'd been on the edge of orgasm for so long, the storm clouds were an angry purple, the same color as her father's twitching cock. They would pour forth their fury any moment, and the earth would split.

She lay on her back and spread her legs like a good girl. Good girls should be horny for their daddies. Her Daddy mounted her, his cock twitching and furious, but he kept it in check. Placed it gently, lovingly at her entrance. Her father's cock. The cock that caused her existence, about to pierce her pussy and pour itself into her.

He bent down and kissed her gently, sweetly. Letting the anticipation build a little further.

He thrust. His whole cock in one go, her father's balls resting against her ass as she felt deliciously, wickedly full. The first bolt of lightning fired off in her mind, fireworks behind her eyes, as the mother of all orgasms finally began.

He pulled out, while Kitty whimpered at the emptiness, and thrust again. Two bolts, three, this time, and she was moaning her orgasm loudly. She sounded like a whore already, but this was still only the start. He ground his cock on her cervix, his cock the exact right size to do so, and her moans became a droning scream.

He thrust three times slowly, each one driving her orgasm so much higher. How much more was there? She would break, like he promised, and she was eager to find out what that felt like.

Another three thrusts, and she could hear him moaning now. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered, clawing his back viciously, her pussy clamping down like a vise on his cock.

"Love you baby girl."

He thrust over and over, and his moan was turning into a growl, desperate for release.

"Fill my womb with your cum, Daddy. I've been cumming for two minutes already, and you'll break me when you cum. Fill me, Daddy! Break me!"

He began to cum. That wonderful cock blasted her womb over and over and over with thick, volcanic cum.

Fun fact, volcanic eruptions cause lightning.

The storm poured its entire fury into Kitty over the next minute. Every cloud that had fuzzed her mind, blocked her thoughts and made it hard to think, all the wicked horniness that made her suck off a family friend and eat a librarian's pussy in front of her boss, the nasty, sexy arousal that pushed her into the arms of her father, so she could be filled with that same cum that made her, all of that blasted through her along with her father's cum.

"Ohhhh my FUCKING GOOOOOODDDDD!! DAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYY! AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" Kitty screamed at the top of her lungs as the greatest orgasm of her life, by miles, ripped through her small body. She shook and squirted, writhed and scratched, nearly insensate, lost in the orgasm. Her back arched hard, pressing her breasts into her father, who was shouting as he came, his mouth sometimes locked on her neck, face sometimes buried in her hair, sometimes kissing her. Her legs were wrapped around him so hard he couldn't thrust anymore, but he didn't need to. He fired his cum into his daughter, she took it and came harder. That's all they needed. She shrieked her pleasure, screamed bloody murder, really. If any neighbors were listening, they would hear her screaming her love for her father as that one single orgasm destroyed her.

She never passed out from the pleasure, somehow. But as her womb filled up with her father's cum, as she screamed and wailed for him, she could finally see the sky in her mind. The storm cleared, ever so slowly, through many moans and groans. She slowly, so so slowly, came down from that peak, and her mind was clearer than she could ever remember.

She had made a mess by the time she was done. Kitty knew she would squirt, but she had soaked much of the bed. Her father was mumbling something as he came down from however high she had pushed him. Kitty's ears were ringing in the aftermath of that orgasmic storm. But she could think.

"Daddy. That was amaaaazing." He had collapsed on her, and his weight was comforting, grounding her, letting the last of the lightning depart. Kitty was giddy, and a giggle bubbled out of her.

Daddy laughed too. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done, hands down, no question." He propped himself up on her, giving her a nervous smile. "Feel better?"

"Much better, thank you."

"Now that your mind is clear, do you still want this?"

Never a doubt in her mind. She pulled him down for a kiss. "Absolutely, Daddy. Any time, any hole, I'm all yours."

He pulled out of her, and a deluge of cum was added to the mess of his bed. They scooted to a relatively dry spot and fell asleep with Kitty wrapped in her Daddy's arms. Kitty's body was wrung out, and she needed her rest if she was going to explore with her Dad. And all her other new friends.

When she drifted off, it was to fantasies of getting fucked by flawed people with nice cocks and lovely smiles, Corey foremost among them. People who would kill for a chance with her, who would be grateful and eager for the opportunity. Who cared about the hottest guys? She already had the hottest Daddy, and it was the just kinda cute guys who would worship her. She could blow their minds and star in their fantasies forever.

That said, Kitty would get all the hottest girls. Only the hottest for Kitty and her man to fuck together. If that turned out to be Corey, well that was just fine.

With just a gentle rumble of thunder in the back of her mind, she slept.