Life as a good little girl/You're plenty sneaky. Spy on everyone inside Tiffany's house.
From Create Your Own Story
Tiffany's parting words occupy your mind, making you want to follow, yet wanting to just dwell on the thought of Tiffany cumming for you. Images of you going down on her, of her riding your face fill your mind. As if wanting in on the action your hand drifts down your quivering body until it reaches your sex, where it hesitates, almost shyly.
In the past you've never been able to have a solo orgasm. Or at least nothing worth mentioning. Just enough to make you keep endlessly trying. But now you have an actual penis-like thing inside you, and even if you're sure it's much smaller than the real thing it makes you remember how hard you came on the street. In front of those guys. And the mysterious woman in the car.
Lightly you tug on the dildo, and the naughty memory disappears as a yelp of pain escapes you. Tiffany dousing you with ice-cold water did more than wash you off, it made your pussy clench like it was a little girl's virgin cunt. Just jostling the dildo hurts, and the more you focus on it being there the more it feels like it's stretching you horribly.
"...upstairs..." a voice says from the basement, making you freeze. Was it Tiffany? It sounded like someone else. You'd better move.
Deciding to move the farthest you can get from the basement you head to the stairs, your hip hitting a table and your hands nearly sending a group of pictures to the floor. It's the dildo making you clumsy, you tell yourself. You feel your pussy stretching with every move, like the sex toy has inflated.
Somehow you manage to keep them from falling and head toward the stairs, your night vision starting to kick in. You should be able to sneak around easily enough. After all, you've been sneaking in and out of your brother's rooms to view their porn without them catching on, right?
"Ow!" you exclaim, your toe smacking into the wooden step.
A light comes on beneath a door straight ahead of you. Downstairs a ray of light comes from the basement. Fortunately there's a door to your left and you dash inside, letting out a loud sigh of relief as you slide behind the door, pushing the door mostly closed before you hear another door open.
"I can't believe you got a flat so close to home. Why don't you just walk?" a deep voice says, albeit in hushed tones. Tiffany's step-dad, you realize.
Looking across the room you realize who's room you must be in. Mostly it's the computer screen, which still shows a screen-saver. Apparently Tiff's step-brother Keith likes to post pics of himself with all his conquests. You stare in amazement at the scene of a blonde choking on what looks like a leg. Is that why they call him Bull?
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Tiff's dad grumbles, passing the door. You hear his feet clomping down the stairs. Like his son he's a very tall, big man. But while his son is solid muscle gained from endless rough sports, Tiffany's step-father has gone to seed, his once fit physique now all fat.
Breathing out a sigh of relief you open the door enough for you to exit.
"Someone there?" a voice calls behind you, their voice fogged with sleep. You dash out the door, risking a quick backward glance. A huge hulking shape seems to have loomed up from the bed, almost looking like two people in size.
Darting down the hall you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Assuming they're Keith you dash into the next room, realizing after you've done so that it's the master bedroom. If Tiff's dad Ron comes back you'll be so screwed.
You've no sooner had the thought that the doorknob starts to turn behind you.
Flying across the carpeted floor you dive under the bunched up covers, getting your legs and upper body under them before hearing footsteps enter the room. You freeze, willing yourself to be unseen, only to realize that you're not completely covered. Your naked ass is sticking out from under the pile of sheets.
