1: My Pussy On Your Plate

‘I'm a wild teenager. The kind that terrifies my mum. So she found the only place left to chain a girl like me— the convent.’

“Oh, my god.” 

My face is red with spots other than my freckles. It happens whenever I’m panicking. I’m about to throw up and it also seems like I’d pass out. 

“The convent as a nun? Mum?” My thin voice breaks out. 

I'm sitting in the front seat of our small rickety car, waiting for my mum, only to find the letter from the mother superior, inviting me to come to the convent for formation in a month’s time. 

“Jesus,” my mum snatches the letter from me and starts folding it. “You’re not supposed to see that.”

I didn't even know when she got in. 

Still in shock, I just mop and stare at her. Blonde hair, pretty face, I’m nothing like her. My orange hair is thanks to my Scottish dad, blue eyes, pale skin, and freckles. And unlike my conservative mum, I’m liberal. 

“You faked my application to the convent as a nun?” I scoff. “That’s…”

“For your good, Isla.” She shuts me up. “You think I want this? Throw my daughter to the convent— you really think I want that, huh?” 

Tears burn my eyes.

“You'd rather fuck around with those nasty boys than go to school…”

“Stop,” I sob. “Please.”

“No, let’s face it,” she adjusts in her seat. “You failed your scholarship exam to get into college. It was your best chance of getting through school.”

“I wrote another.” I let the tears fall.

She shrugs and scoffs. “We both know what the result will look like.” She shuts her eyes. “Baby, mum is broke.” She sounds like she is about to cry. “I work double shifts as a nurse, try to get the mortgages off our backs… The least you can do is read.”

“I'm sorry.” 

I reach to take her hand but she stops me. 

She takes a deep breath and finally opens her eyes. “Honey,” her tone softens. “I can't let you mess up your future. If the second exam turns out badly, I'm sorry, but you'll have to go to the convent.”

Her tone is final. Her fingers are shaky as she inserts the key in the hole and tries to start the car. After five failed attempts, the engine comes to life.

My harsh reality is that this shitty car has more chances than me. I lean back and sob silently. 

We’re going to dinner at Enzo Macini’s home, my bestie’s dad, and the hottest Italian in the hood. He was my crush even before I was legal. The only reason I’m best friends with his nerdy daughter who studies while I binge on raw adult videos. Volunteers in community services while I service my slutty pussy every damn night, with her father’s name on my lips. 

And now, he’s the reason I’m dragging my mum down here for the boring three-day Halloween party Nia is hosting for the fun of it. 

Last year, Nia got into college. We were seventeen, shared the same birth month. I ran down here to celebrate her. Well, I spent half the day hugging her dad, squeezing my teenage breasts all over him at every chance I got… 

I can't let him see me like this. I brush tears off my face, dab light makeup on, and rub my glitter gloss.

Big breasts with an hourglass figure.

Red cherry lips on a pretty face with freckles.

Shiny orange hair and a snow white skin, I’m sexy and I know it, the Scottish girl everyone wants to bang. But the only man I want pretends not to even notice me. 

The silent ride finally ends when we arrive at Nia’s dad’s house. It's a cozy duplex, but we all know her dad is freaking rich. We park beside a brand new SUV. We silently walk to the door and it opens before I can ring the bell.

“Isie!” Nia pulls me in a tight hug, pressing my breasts to her small chest. “I miss you.” She pulls away and greets my mum.

“Hey, dear.” My mum grins. “How’s your dad?” 

“Fine. He’s cooking a feast.” She grins and holds my hand, excited. “Come.”

The house smells so delicious. I let Nia pull me to the dining room. Her dad walks in, bare-chested holding a pan with sausages. The small apron barely covers his fine tanned skin and firm muscles.

I freeze.

“Just in time.” He smiles and drops two sausages on our plates. “Make yourself comfortable.” 

I'm focused on his thin kissable lips, his charming smile that slowly kills you. My breath is caught in my throat, heart pounding loudly in my ears. 

“Sit.” Nia pulls my hand and I gasp. 

I hurriedly sit and hide my reddened cheeks.

My mum on the other hand, helps him tidy the place. Soon, we’re sitting as one happy family, eating and chatting. 

My pierced clit squeezes between my clenched thighs as I arch forward, pressing harder. My whole body stiffens, this close to falling off the dining chair in front of my mum, bestie, and her sizzling chocolate-skinned dad.

‘Fuck. No. No, no.’

I watch as his fork innocently slices through the big grilled sausage, sliding smoothly along its soft pink walls. 

‘That’s your pussy, Isla, gapped and toyed with.’

A soft murmur escapes my lips and I gulp the thick lump of saliva. 

“Isla?!” 

My mum’s voice rings deep in my head, knocking me out of my dirty mind. 

Shit! 

How long did I zone out?!

My eyes sweep their faces, from my mum’s angry one to Nia’s smiley face and her dad’s straight one. The tip of his tongue licks his fork like a dog lapping on its treat, and his stunning brown eyes meet mine.

Again, my pussy quivers.

Warm, slimy fluid streaks down. Goosebumps prick my skin. 

“What are your holiday plans?” His baritone drowns me deeper in his spell. 

“I…” 

My voice is caught in my throat. 

Right now, all my dizzy head can think about is the soft breath of his tone cooling my wetness. 

“She’s volunteering at the convent.” My mum tells a white lie. 

I peel my eyes off my tormentor and manage a rough chuckle. 

‘What’s wrong with you, Isla?!’ I try to shake his effect off. 

Not when he’s right in front of me. 

With my mum. And my bestie!

But it's hard not to be jealous of how he handles a damn piece of sausage. 

“Hmm,” he mumbles. “Good girl.” 

The words bring heat to my stomach, causing my toes to curl. I wriggle them, badly needing a distraction. 

“Her last college exam was a disaster and the second isn't promising either.” Anger is clear in my mum’s tone.

“Mum,” my cheeks are flushed. “The result isn't yet out. I know it’ll be good.” I avoid her stares. “I trust my guts.” 

“More like gag.” She fires back, coldly.

Codedly.

The table suddenly goes silent.

“Gag?”Nia tries to figure it out. Her small eyes roll in their sockets.

“Never mind, honey.” My mum flashes a sweet smile like I'm the black sheep. 

“Ana,” he clears the suspense and talks to my mum. 

Somehow, they click, being single parents with teenage daughters. 

“You should try drizzling cream in the middle,” 

He picks up the mayonnaise bottle and pumps a good amount in his split sausage and gently smears it with his index finger, digging right in… harder. 

‘Oh, god.’ 

My grip on the glass tightens.

Pierced clit feels red and engorged. 

Heaven help me, I'm this close to tossing the nasty meal off and sitting right on his plate, dripping pussy wide open, ready to be eaten as good as he does everything on his plate. 

“Yummy.” He licks his finger, pulling in, his small kissable lips sucks further and drag the cream.

His lips are stained with thick cream.

Oh, god! I want him to fuck me. Right here.

Right now. 

My small slutty fingers stroke my thigh, down to my knees and back. They stick deep into my pressed thigh, feeling the soft warm skin in between.

Hmmm… The tip of my finger circles my clit and I tilt upward to suck in air. 

My mind pictures his fingers instead of mine. My body obeys as my legs gap…

My toes bleed red from something hard stamping on them.

Mum!

I bite the inside of my lips, dying a scream. I carelessly spill my drink on their plates.

Everyone stops to stare at the clumsy girl.

“I'm sorry…” I stutter, ducking my head in shame.

“Pardon her, I’ll fix it.” My mum steps in. “To the kitchen, now.” This is for me.

I drop my glass and pull out of my seat. 

Precum slides down from gravity. 

My hands grip the edge of the table and I clasp my thighs together, squashing my pussy juice before it drops past my skimpy black skirt.

“Are you okay?” Nia’s eyes run down my body. “Do you need help?”

‘Yes! Your dad’s cock!’ 

I dare not voice it out. I stiffen instead, holding back from squirming. “No, thanks.”

Flashing her a fake smile, I drag my clasped legs down to the kitchen where my angry mum is waiting.

She shuts the door once I step in. 

When she puts up that act, I know I'm cooked.

“What was that fucking behavior?” Her tone is cold. “Acting like some sexually possessed bitch?”

“Mum.” I whip my head around, and my heart sinks into my stomach.

“Oh,” she scoffs. “Now you care about your reputation?” 

I don't speak. 

“I’m calling off this shitty arrangement.” She fires. “You should be locked in with your therapist.”

“No. Please.” I argue off the bat. 

The silence that follows is suspenseful. Her eyes strain down my frame and she slowly closes the gap.

“This isn't about Nia, is it?”

My eyes snap shut. I can't blow my cover. “It’s- It's her party.”

In silence, she studies me.

My eyes remain pressed down.

“It had better be.” She groans and takes a few steps backward. “Clean up the kitchen. Put your fingers to good use.” 

Wait… Did she see that too? ISLA!

The door closes after her.

I exhale sharply and collapse on the edge of the long table.

My mum has caught me a thousand times on sex sites, seen me masturbate, and run my big teenage pussy down a dildo… but nothing beats today's embarrassment. 

I rub my face with my hand in exhaustion. 

The scent of something feminine hits me.

It's my scent lingering on my fingers. 

“Hmm,” I drag every inch of it in my lungs, getting aroused by just sniffing. 

“Oh, Isla…” I moan on my fingers while the other hand digs past the hem of my skirt and finds my wet pussy.

“Fuck…” I groan, teasing the gold piercing. 

The image of Stella’s dad humming over the mayonnaise plays in my head. 

“I taste better, yunno.” Two fingers shove in and I fuck, rocking my engorged clit on my thumb.

“So yummy… You only need to slide in a finger… Just one…” I groan, needing all of me in as I imagine his big hand all in, stretching me out and leaving marks on me. 

“Uh… fuck…” 

I carelessly throw my leg on the table to open wider for deeper penetration and I knock down something. 

The clattering sound makes me jerk, pulling out my coated fingers. My eyes scan to see that it’s the knife rack and fruit tray. 

In haste, I start putting them together. Knives, apples, oranges, cucumber… 

I pause, letting my thumb run down the thick length of the fruit, stroking, slowly spacing out.

I've watched black men's clips to know how big they come. Big enough to stretch out tiny cunts like mine… Just as I wish Stella’s dad would mine.

Not thinking through, I run my tongue on it, and stick it on the floor. One hand supporting it at the bottom, I gently sit on it, pussy first, greedily gulping it.

“Yes… Yes, daddy… oh, my god…” I pause to squirm.

“You’re too big… Uh, slowly…”

The door bursts open, with my mum right in front of me.

Her jaws drop.