BAD DAUGHTERS
(series collection, VOL. 2)
Erica Sloane
Copyright 2012 by
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*****
From the author…
Thank you for checking out this collection, the second volume in the “Bad Daughters” series.
These are stories about girls with secrets. Some of the girls have experience, but most don’t. By the time the guys (and other girls) are done with them, their innocence will be history.
Read along for some sexy, fun and wild cherry-popping action with teenage girls.
-Erica Sloane
BAD DAUGHTERS (VOL. 2) CONTENTS
NAILING THE NEXTDOOR TEEN BRAT
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I used to sleep over at my friend Kristi’s house a lot. They had everything over at her house—big screen TV, digital cable, a machine that made ice cream, you name it. Plus, her dad was really slack.
At my house, we would have had a “lights out” time. Not just when we were in high school, either. I mean even just after graduation when I had just turned 18.
Kristi Hanes was my friend since we were in elementary school. Our parents were friends, too. Her parents got divorced, her mom remarried and Kristi still lived on our street with her dad.
I would consider Mr. Hanes old just because of his age: 41. But he doesn’t look that old. He’s actually too hot to be a dad. I mean, as dads go. It’s not like he was hot enough to be a model or something.
He worked out and had a tan. That lone separated him from most of the dads I knew, including my own, who was pale and pudgy.
One time sleeping over at their house I’m pretty sure I caught Mr. Hanes looking at my body. I think I’m cute, and I take care of myself, but I didn’t think a guy that age would be looking at a girl my age.
Another time he was walking down the upstairs hallway in just a towel. I think he had just gotten out of the shower because his hair was wet. I was coming back from the bathroom, heading for Kristi’s room.
“You two are still up, Meghan?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Then I won’t have to worry about cooking an early breakfast,” he said.
“Guess not.”
I kept going down the hall. Mr. Hanes was going to the hall closet for something. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reach up to one of the high shelves.
The towel fell a little bit and I thought I saw his thing. I’m not sure because I quickly opened the door to Kristi’s room and darted in real fast.
“What’s the matter?” she said.
I guess I had a strange look on my face, maybe one of shock. “Nothing,” I said, and fell onto the bed where we were lying and playing around on our laptops.
The last time I slept over there is when it happened. I had just turned 18. Kristi hadn’t yet.
Kristi fell asleep and I couldn’t even get close to being tired. So I turned on my laptop and went to download some songs. I turned on my instant messenger to see if any of my other friends were on.
I got a strange IM from a name I didn’t recognize.
“Do you want to chat?”
“Who are you?” I typed.
“Someone who thinks you’re cute.”
“Who the hell is this? LOL.” I really did think it was kind of funny.
“Turn on your cam.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see you.”
Okay, that was a little weird. I wasn’t going to turn on my cam until I knew who it was.
“Tell me who you are and I might,” I typed.
There was like a minute where the person didn’t write back. I was pretty sure it wasn’t someone I knew. It was probably just a random person messing around on the Internet.
Then I got the invitation to view their cam. I didn’t even think about it before accepting it. I guess I was too curious.
So I turned it on and—WOW!—first thing I see is a big dick.
“Do you like it?” the guy typed.
I didn’t know how to respond. I turned off his cam.
“Oh come on,” he typed. “Why did you turn it off.”
“Because you haven’t told me who you are.”
“You know me.”
“Who?”
“Guess,” he typed.
“Just tell me.”
“Take two guesses.”
I really couldn’t think of who would do that. Plus, if I guessed, I would feel stupid if I got it wrong because then the person would be asking who those guys were.
Then something occurred to me.
“Turn on your cam again,” I typed.
The guy didn’t even write back. He just turned it on.
And there was the huge dick again.
Also in the picture was the hand holding it, which had a ring on one of the fingers. It was a college ring and I recognized it because it was so big and I always noticed it when I looked at Mr. Hanes’s hands.
I was shocked when I figured out it was him. (You probably knew from the beginning but you have to remember that I wasn’t expecting anything at all like that to happen.)
When I put all the clues together, I also noticed the wall. The bedroom was painted a shade of light green. It was definitely Mr. Hanes and he was right down the hall doing this!
“It’s big isn’t it.”
Uh, yeah, it is big, I thought. I typed: “Yep.”
“Have you seen a bigger one?”
“No.” It was true. I had seen others, in person and on cam, but his was probably the biggest. Maybe the guy from California I watched was the same size, but still Mr. Hanes had a big one.
I made sure my laptop screen was facing completely away from Kristi in case she woke up. What would she think if she opened her eyes and saw me watching a guy jackoff on a webcam and it was her freakin’ dad?! OMG.
I wondered if his door was locked. Probably was.
He wrote: “Have you ever watched a guy jackoff before?”
“On cam?”
“Yes. Or anywhere.”
“Ummmm, no,” I lied.
He typed: “Do you like watching it?”
I know most girls would have freaked out if this happened. Maybe I’m weird. Maybe I have a freak hiding in me somewhere. I don’t know…maybe other girls would have watched if their friend’s dad was as cute as Mr. Hanes.
So did I like watching it?
I typed: “I guess so.”
I felt like giving him the same type of shock he gave me. “Do you want me to turn on my cam now?”
“Please.”
Ha. He was almost begging.
I typed: “I’ll do it on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
I paused for a minute and then typed: “I’ll turn on my cam if you let Kristi and me borrow your jeep tomorrow.”
No response. The cam went black.
I must have really freaked him out, but what was he going to do?
I turned off my laptop, sat there for a minute, and then went to the bedroom door. I slowly opened it and looked down the hall. His door was closed but I could see light streaming out under it.
I walked down the hall and stood at his door. He was probably freaking out big time.
I grabbed the doorknob and turned it. It wasn’t locked.
When I walked in he was pulling on a t-shirt. He already had put some shorts on.