Daniel Sumner had thought it would be hilarious to show up at the party dressed as a priest. He rented the costume and arrived on time and indeed all his buddies did laugh. The women on the other hand were a different story. They were polite and respectful, almost reverent toward him the whole night. Even though they knew it was only a costume, they could not escape the habit of reverence for a man of the cloth. They didn't even so much as swear in his presence, never mind flirt or out right hit on him.

Other guys had women all over them. His friend Jerry was dressed as Tarzan, wearing only a loin cloth and a wild hairdo. He slipped into the bathroom with this half-drunk, well-stacked blonde and emerged a few minutes later with a dazed grin on his face.

"Father Sumner," he said. "I have a confession. I've just gotten a very nice blowjob from a sinful young girl whose name I don't even remember."

"Asshole," Daniel muttered, writhing internally with envy.

Her name, it turned out, was Jessica. Daniel talked to her a while later. She giggled constantly, and kept clearing her throat as though she had some sort of phlegm down there. Daniel knew exactly what kind of phlegm it was too -- essence of Jerry. She was a perfect lady with Daniel however, almost fearful of him, as though he knew her sins and would punish her for them. No matter how friendly and casual he was, the uniform gave him a certain presence that made sex the furthest thing from the young women's minds.

The party went on for hours. More people hooked up. Robin Hoods, angels, doctors, pussy cats, kings, bunnies, and such, disappeared into the basement, the bathrooms, the bedrooms, and even the closets, emerging with drunken laughs and flushed faces, only to turn a guilty glance upon Daniel and smile nervously before leaving together.

There were so many drunken college sluts at this party it was almost a challenge not to get laid. Why the hell had he chosen such a ridiculous costume?

The party was nowhere near winding down when Daniel decided he would just head home. He had accidentally walked in on his friend Jerry fucking this sweet little redhead up against the bathroom wall and he decided that that was more than he could stand. Jerry had scored with two different women already and he hadn't even gotten a kiss on the cheek. How depressing. He stood there watching for a moment as the two drunken lovers carried on, oblivious to their audience. The girl, wearing only half of a sexy little nurse costume, was bent over with her elbows on the waist-high window sill, offering her sweet round ass to her amorous young companion. Jerry was pumping his cock in and out of her, grinning up at the ceiling as he went. She had her back arched and her ass was thrust upward, jiggling deliciously with every thrust he made into her. She grunted and moaned. Jerry looked like he was trying not to laugh with glee.

"Ah, Carrie. Your fuckin' pussy! You're crushing me, girl! Fuck yeah!"

She turned her face back to reply, and Daniel saw that she was very young, a freshman perhaps, just barely out of high school and straight into college. Damn!

"Oh God... your cock is so... uh! Fuck me, baby! Harder! Yes!"

Jerry's cock wasn't exceptionally large — just a little over seven inches or so by the looks of it — but they were both carrying on like he was ripping her apart with it. Damn, she must have been tight! Daniel looked at the reflection in the mirror and saw the struggling stretch of her pussy mouth as his shaft pulled out of her each time. It looked like it might rip at any moment, yet she seemed to be loving it.

"I don't usually do stuff like this," she said. "I haven't had sex, like, since my high school prom last spring. Oh God! I hope you don't think I'm a total slut. I just met you and all, and look at us here."

"Don't worry about it, Carrie. I don't think any less of you than I ever did."

"Are you almost done? 'Cause my friends are waiting for me."

Her friends were probably all over cocks of their own right now, Daniel thought.

"Don't worry, I'm almost there. Just quit yapping, girl. You're making it take longer."

"Sorry," she replied. "You're only like the third guy I've ever been with. I'm honestly not a slut. God, I'm so drunk right now. I can't believe we're doing this! I just met you like, ten minutes ago. Oh my God! This is so not me, but it feels so good!"

"I thought you were gonna stop talking, girl."

"Sorry," she said. "Mmmmm, keep doing that. That's gonna make me come."

Jerry picked up his pace a bit and she started moaning and crying out lustily. She had a very beautiful voice, like a singer or something. Her vocals reached orgasmic intensity and Daniel had to shut his eyes for a moment. Watching that sweet young thing come was too much for him. And come she did. She shook. She shivered. She jiggled. She moaned. She clutched frantically at the window sill to keep from falling down as her knees weakened. She thrust her sweet little ass up and down with spasmodic little jerking motions and all Jerry could do was hang on, feeling her tight little pussy churning on his manhood with its lusciously oozing grip. That was all Daniel could stand. He backed out, quietly closed the door, and left the party.

"Not a slut, my ass!" Daniel muttered jealously. "Why do chicks even bother acting all innocent with a cock pumping in and out of them, using them for all they're worth? If you're a slut, be a slut! Be proud of it, fuck!"

He walked off campus and headed down a quiet moonlit street. He was barely even drunk. Seven or eight beers had found their way into him but were hardly enough to give him a decent buzz. He sighed and decided to stop at an all-night convenience store for a snack, maybe even a nudie mag so he could jerk off later before going to bed -- alone.

The store was brightly lit and he squinted a bit as he walked up. The clerk was inside staring down at a magazine with a look that seemed almost suicidal with boredom. There was a young blonde girl over by the slushy machine, standing there trying to decide which flavour suited her current fancy. She turned a glance back at him as he walked in the door and the same familiar look of reverent surprise splashed across her face, as though she thought he could read her mind and she was thinking something naughty. She quickly looked away, blushing for some reason. Daniel headed over to the magazine rack, but he could not keep his eyes there for long.

The young girl shifted from one foot to the other, tilting her head from side to side as though in deep thought. Her hair was down to the middle of her back in behind and hung down to her nipples in the front in a very sexy just-been-fucked style. She had a very nice ass for a girl her age, and Daniel found himself staring while he stood in front of the magazines. To complement her curvaceous little ass, Daniel noticed she also had a decent double-handful rack as well, beneath the tight little pink "Daddy's Girl" t-shirt she wore — nice round grapefruit-sized tits above a narrow waist that flared out into curvaceous little hips and ass, straining rebelliously beneath the fabric of her skin-tight black pants.

Daniel couldn't see a panty line. She was wearing a thong, or perhaps no panties at all.

She looked about high school age — way out of his league, even if he wasn't dressed as a fuckin' priest. He desperately wished he was sixteen again though, 'cause if he had a chance with that hot little bitch, man he wouldn't mind to-

She was staring at him staring at her body. Whoops! He could see, even across the room, that her eyes were bright blue. She blinked a couple of times, and shifted sideways, turning back to the slushy machine without taking her eyes off of him. He nodded back at her, trying not to stare at her tight little body, before finally turning his attention back to the magazines.

"D... a... m... n... with three exclamation points," Daniel thought to himself.

More ample bosoms and fine asses were splashed across the pages in front of him. Uhg! Everywhere he looked he saw beautiful, scantily clad women, but he couldn't seem to score one for himself. He lifted one and flipped through it. "How to Pick Up Sexy Women," the headline read. Don't dress as a priest to a costume party full of drunken college sluts, he thought, and flipped over to another article.

"You're out kinda late, aren't cha?" a voice said.

Daniel jumped a bit and almost dropped the magazine. He hadn't even heard anyone approach. He turned and saw the "Daddy's Girl" standing beside him, looking down at the magazine he was reading with curious blue eyes. From this close he saw that her hair wasn't actually blonde, just very, very light brown with a slight reddish tint to it.

(Her lips! Her goddamn lips! Oh God! So full and pouty and moist. He almost shivered.)

"I was visiting friends," he said. "Sort of a party."

"I didn't think you guys went to parties," she replied, licking her lips into a liquid sheen.

"Me neither, but here I am. What time is it anyway?"

"It's twelve-thirty," she said, dropping her voice into ominous tones. "I am so dead when I get home. My dad's gonna skin me alive. I was supposed to be home by eleven."

"What were you doing out so late?"

"I was with... um, friends," she said, obviously lying. Why did she seem so nervous?

Oh, right! The priest costume! He'd almost forgotten, standing this close to her now.

"With friends?" he said. A knowing smirk spread across his face, challenging her truthfulness.

"Well, with one friend. Yeah. Just this friend of mine."

A friend, huh? Right...

"A boy?" Daniel asked, staring straight into her eyes until she had to look away.

She blushed, casting her eyes down to the magazine rack.

"Um, yes. Sorry."

She was apologizing to him. That was weird. She didn't even know him.

"So where is this boy now? Why didn't he get you home at a decent hour?"

Daniel slid the magazine back onto the rack and selected another, trying his best to be casual, trying his best to distract himself from those gorgeous fucking tits of hers.

"He couldn't. I mean, I'm not even supposed to be out with boys. I'm only fifteen. My dad is very protective. He just dropped me off here twenty minutes ago and drove off. I've been too scared to go home, so I've just been standing around here pretending to buy something."

"Your father has good reason to be protective. You're a very beautiful girl."

She smiled sweetly through the blush now on her cheeks.

"Thanks," she whispered. "If you don't mind me saying so, I think you could get your fair share of dates yourself, if you weren't, you know... a priest."

She spoke softly, hesitantly, making Daniel's brain bubble with a heady mixture of hormones.

"Thank you," he said back. "I've often wondered what women really think of me."

"I'd date you," she said, and quickly snatched up a magazine of her own. "I mean, if you weren't..."

"I know, I know," Daniel said. "If I wasn't a priest. Too bad for me."

"Yeah. Too bad."

"But even if I wasn't a priest, you're still too young for me. Don't you think?"

"Not really. I've, um, dated guys your age before."

She said the word dated like it was a euphemism for something more interesting. Daniel sucked in a sharp breath and released it slowly.

"Well, I'm sure they were very happy to be with you," was all he could say in reply.

She was looking down at the magazine racks now, and Daniel glanced down at her breasts once again, drawing a heavy sigh. His thoughts wandered to sinful places as he stared -- what they would look like naked, what they would looking like bouncing above him as she rode his-

"Can I ask you a really big favour," she said, interrupting his train of thought. He gave his head a shake and smiled at her.

"What is it?"

"Um. Can you, like, walk me home? Maybe if you walked me home, Daddy might not be so pissed. You could tell him my friend's car broke down or something. He'll believe you. You're a priest, right?"

"Evidently so," Daniel said, smirking to himself.

"Could you please, please, please walk me home? It's not far."

She was so cute right then, that Daniel couldn't resist toying with her. His lower emotions got the better of him and he decided to abuse the power of the uniform. What the hell. He might as well have some fun tonight. He dropped his voice to a whisper and looked sombrely down at the magazine rack.

"You must have been a bad girl tonight with this boy of yours. You seem so nervous. What were you doing that you don't want your father to find out?"

She blushed again and dropped her glance from his.

"You don't want to know," she said, raising an eyebrow and swallowing nervously. Then she licked her lips again and Daniel was forced to pry for details.

"Come, child," Daniel continued. "If you've been in sin, unburden yourself. You'll feel much better."

She looked up at him and he saw a curious new light in her eyes, mixed in with the fear and, if he wasn't imagining it, excitement.

After a moment's pause she said, "I really should get some stuff off my chest. I haven't been to confession since I was little. Can we talk outside?"

Daniel cheered inwardly like his team had just won the big game. She was really going along with it. This could get very interesting if she really has been a naughty little minx, Daniel thought. What would she tell him? How naughty had she been?

If he couldn't get laid himself, he could at least hear about someone else's adventures and have something to jerk off about later.

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