Too Drunk to Party Ch. 01

*Disclaimer* Read the Tags - This story has a degree of non-consensual themes. This is a male-written fantasy meant to be enjoyed as such. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Doubt never crossed her mind when Ashley thought about her boyfriend. Ben was a good boyfriend, but not that she would know any better. Jack was Ashley's only boyfriend. Ever. She had never been with anyone else in any way, not even a kiss with another boy. It's not that boys didn't try ever since she started to turn into a woman six years ago. Plenty of boys, and maybe a few girls too, have tried.

Ash was your prototypical blonde cheer captain teenager. When she graduated high school in the spring, she finished with straight A's and was forced to pass the torch of Class President that she held each of four years in high school., She had a magnetic personality that made anyone gravitate towards her. She always had that power that she gained when she was a child, leading the church choir with her whimsical voice and charm.

Not only did she possess all the right attributes in her personality, Ashley was truly stunning to look at. Once her budding breasts started to take form, it was evident that many men would lust after her. Walking through a mall or heading to the movies with friends, wanting eyes would mentally take her clothes off. If she were honest with herself, she liked the attention. She enjoyed the looks she would get especially at parties her parents would throw from their friends.

Ashley's mother, Amber was the typical Stepford Wife. She did whatever her husband asked with a plastic smile on her face. Clearly, everyone could see where Ashley got her tremendous looks and body. Many people often mistaken Amber as Ashley's older sister. However, at 40 years old, she had put on a slight amount weight on around the edges but carried herself very well. She became the perfect combination of curvy and sexy, and she knew how to use it to her advantage to get what she wanted. Both Ashley and Amber had dark blonde hair with light grey eyes that made them stand out in a crowd.

Ashley's step father, Paul, was a former college football player, but was a bit of a nerd. He was big and strong with short cut flat top hair above his dark brown eyes. His polo shirts were always a size too small and tucked into his khakis, not matter what it is was he was doing - grilling out, gardening, watching TV before bed. It didn't matter. Ashley can't remember seeing him in anything other than different combinations of the same outfit.

Paul owned a very lucrative hedge fund moving client's assets from one spot to another. While at 51, Paul wasn't bad to look at by all accounts, but Ashley knew it was his large income that her mother found most attractive. He had been a part of Ashley's life since she was 10, and took her in as his own from her non-existent father. He provided a life for them that was beyond dreams. His one regret was not meeting Amber younger when she was at her finest. Of course he loved her and was insanely attracted to his wife. No other woman existed in his world that mattered.

The one price Ashley had to pay for such a perfect life growing up was the constant presence in church. Paul had given all his credit to his life to God and felt obligated to thank Him. Church was a mandated thing at least three times a week unless Ashley had cheerleading duties. She did not "believe", but she learned to enjoy the community and events they went to.

She learned to love mass more and more as she caught the eye of Ben. It was true that Ben was well below her stature in life, but he had such a good and loving heart, and he knew how to make Ashley laugh those deep belly laughs. He was tall and wiry at 6'3 and 175 lbs under his blonde shaggy hair. He was not sure really sure how he caught the eye of the prettiest girl in church, but it worked, and he loved her every step of the way.

After two years of dating, she had allowed him to take her virginity as she took his because they knew that they were going to be the forever couple. It was clumsy and fast and painful, but she would not have spent it with any other person. She loved Ben even more after that. She was in her own version of heaven and everything was perfect.

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Today was Ashley's Going Away Party before college started at the University of Alabama. It felt like the entire town is at the massive expanse of the Nelson's backyard and into the kitchen area. As always, Paul spared no cost by hiring caterers, bartenders, and servers to walk around and ensure no one was left unattended. Paul tended to make events such as this about him and what he can provide with his big wallet.

When Ben arrives, we he greeted warmly by Ashley's parents. Amber gives him an enormous hug, flattening her augmented breasts into his chest as her intoxicating perfume hits his nose. Ben always admired her and knew Ashley would one day look like that. After she breaks her embrace from him, Paul wraps his heavy arm around the teenager's shoulders and squeezes him in a half hug. Paul gets the attention of a server carrying a tray full of champagne flutes and hands one to Ben.

"Oh Mr. Nelson, I don't drink. I am only 18." Ben politely denies the glass.

Paul slaps Ben's back firmly with a hearty laugh. "Tonight you do, Benny! We are celebrating Ashley, and you will celebrate properly" Paul retorts in his typical frat boy persona and pushes the flute back at the boy as he reluctantly takes it in his hand. Paul grabs lifts his rocks glass of whiskey and clinks the two glasses together, and they each take a sip. The bubbles tickle Ben's nose, but he admits to himself it is quite tasty and refreshing.

"What are you two boys doing?" Ashley asks as they sip their drinks with her mother watching and, as usual, smiling. Ashley looks stunning in a small mostly green floral print summer dress with spaghetti straps. The middle of the dress holds her tiny waist tightly as the top of her dress showcases the ample cleavage at the top of her delectable 36C youthful breasts. The dress sits just above mid thigh with white stilettos that wrap up to mid calf making her legs seem longer on her 5'4 frame.

Ashley chose to wear a little more makeup than normal but to not be trashy. Her eyes had mascara in the cat eye fashion to accentuate the almond shape of her eyes. Her blush gave her a definitive color her normal pale skin missed. She looked like was ready for a modeling gig. She noticed the leers from the usual congregation men of her church. "Real saintly guys" she forces to suppress her giggle as she is enjoying herself.

They mingled throughout the night to the DJ that was hired while everyone drank, including those underaged. Ben was consistently tracking down another server for more champagne and was not being quiet about it. Amber and Paul made sure to get the attention of everyone to tell them about how proud they were of her and her accomplishments. Paul is forced to hold up her mother as they speak. She has clearly had a few drinks tonight (maybe more than alcohol), but still putting on a good face as Paul speaks to the crowd with his overt personality making them all relax. After his speech, he helps Amber to bed by lovingly changing her out of her party dress and into a cute button down silky pajama set with shorts. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead to a faint smile and a slurred, "I love you baby" as Paul closes the bedroom door and returns to the guests.

Ben is not in much better shape than Amber. He needs to constantly sit as his head fills with bubbles and libations for the first time in his life. He has tripped a few times into the grass as he is having trouble handling his alcohol. He thinks it is hilarious as he cannot even say "University of Alabama" with his suddenly thick tongue. Slightly irritated, she moves Ben to the living room into an oversized armchair until he can recover.

Ashley returns and says her goodbyes to everyone as they leave the party as the night draws to a close. Paul joins her side to create a united front for the remainder of the guests. The help is busy cleaning up as they just want to go home. Light music remains pumping through the speakers across the lawn and throughout the house.

After the last guest leaves, Ashley looks at her step father and hugs him firmly to thank him for not just the party, but for a good life that she never would have had otherwise. He has been such a good father figure for her, and shown her what a real man should be. She is a little light headed, but was pacing herself throughout the night unlike her boyfriend or mother.

However, she is still tipsy as she does not drink much or often. Unable to stand perfectly straight, she tries to kiss her stepfather's cheek. She wants to show she is grateful but misses and slowly kisses the corner of his mouth that sends shockwaves through Paul's alcohol buzzed body. "Thank you 'Daddy'. I should go check on Ben." She puts a hand on his big polo covered chest and smile at him making him instantly look at his stepdaughter in a whole new light. Never before has he looked at her anyway other than Amber's daughter, or even "his" little girl, but now he suddenly sees her for the sexual creature she is and knows he must have her.

Ashley walks away as the gentle late summer breeze catches the bottom hem of her dress lifting it, but not high enough for Paul as he watches her ass sway back and forth slowly. She turns to look and wave at her stepfather after about ten steps and sees his eyes trained on her as his hands are tucked into his khakis. "He is so weird sometimes" she thinks with a smirk as she turns back around.

She finds her boyfriend completely passed out, unable to hang with the big boys. She laughs at herself as she can only imagine what will happen once he gets to college. She crashes into the couch across from Ben and looks at him with nothing but love and admiration for him. Her head drops back against the big couch as she gazes at him. He makes her weak with his boyish charm even in this state. He is just too cute. She lazily closes her knees and starts to squeeze her thighs tightly together as the good sensation she has when looking at him. Her right hand starts to massage the top of her own leg.

Ashley hears the back door close hard as Paul comes barging in. He stumbles across the big living room and sees Ben passed out and laughs. "Ahhh! Too drunk to party!" Paul quips as he plops onto the couch directly next to his step daughter. Ashley, somewhat disappointed, stops squeezing her legs and rests her head on Paul's shoulder once he finds his place. "Some people aren't man enough for you, Ash. I worry he is not taking care of all of your needs." Paul kisses the top of her head and smells the outside air still lingering on her skin. If he didn't know any better at this moment, if almost felt like Amber in his arms.

"He does. I just love him so much, Daddy." Ashley comments with a heavy contented sigh as she nuzzles her head done to get more comfortable into Paul's shoulder. She pulls her feet up onto the couch away from Paul as she leans all of her upper body weight into the supportive man. She reaches down to untie the sandals from her feet. The ties are cute, but consistently cutting into her legs making them uncomfortable after a while in the balmy summer evening. She stretches her toes and massages her calves to smooth the depressed skin.

He drapes his right arm over her shoulder and pulls her in on her bare arm feeling the faint muscle structure underneath. "I'm glad Baby Girl, but I mean ALL of your needs." He tries to emphasize the word "all" in his drunken stupor as he pulls her shoulder in tighter for a hug.

She playfully slaps his big chest. "Of course... I know what you mean Daddy. I am not a little girl anymore. I do know what sex is, and to answer your question, Ben does just fine."

"'Just fine'... Well I think that says it all. Haha! But you know that God made sex to feel good so when it is time to procreate, it shouldn't be a chore. Does Benny make you WANT to have sex?" He runs his hand down her flat stomach to the couch and back up and rests his hand on her hip with his fingertips touching her bare skin below her dress. He starts to make small circles with his fingers just below her hip as he lightly slides her dress up further exposing her velvet skin. His heart starts to race as he can feel the similarities from her skin to her mother's.

Ashley's ass bottom starts to peak out from under the dress, and Paul cannot contain himself and takes a large handful of her ass, squeezing the flesh and cotton through his fingers. Ashley instantly gasps and sits up on her butt. She looks wide-eyed at her step father with her breath caught in her chest. He laughs and scoots closer to her as he wraps her back into a hug. "You know what I mean. He is a kid, and kids need to learn a thing or two." She reluctantly curls back into him sure that her mind was just playing tricks on her. Her feet firmly planted on the ground now.

Ashley has always been so comfortable with Paul for all these years. She gets mad at herself for even implying he was trying to do anything inappropriate with her. Her friends' fathers she would expect something like that. But Paul was a respected pillar of the community and advent provider for the church. She knew how lucky she was to have in her life. She certainly did not want to do anything to jeopardize all the good he provided her in life.

Paul could feel her relax and he held her right shoulder tight as he hugged her. With his left hand, he reaches across himself and puts his hand above her knee. He starts to slide it up her leg. He reaches the bottom of her dress and he pauses waiting for a reaction from her. Ashley self admits that his hands are warm and big sending a warming sensation under his touch. She just sits there and watches her sleeping boyfriend snore slightly with his head cocked straight back, facing up. "Tell you what Ash. How's about I show you a thing or two so that you can show Benny over there? I just want to make sure my princess is taken care of." Paul continues his journey under her dress with his hand.

"Paul. I think that's enough" Ashley grabs his wrist and holds him in protest.

"Shhh! Daddy is here" as he overpowers his hand past her rejection until he reaches her panties. Ashley can feel his hot whiskey strewn breath against her cheek as it infiltrates her nose. His two forefingers start to run tiny circles against the cotton lining between them and her pussy lips. "Oooh see? Someone is pretty warm down there. Someone is enjoying herself."

Ashley balls her hand up and pushes into her step father's thigh. She knows she is no match for him and wants to trust and believe that he has good intentions. Every ounce of her soul is telling her to run but he has her around the shoulders keeping her in place. Her body starts to defy her as she can feel her face flush with heat as the alcohol hits her head.

"Daddy, please don't stop doing that.... I mean.... Please stop, Daddy. Fuck!" she pleads with the grown man. She is hoping calling him "daddy" will trigger something inside of him to stop, but it is having the exact opposite effect on him. He responds to her request by lowering his chin and begins to kiss her shoulder and increase his circles. Ashley's loud breath becomes short and erratic. Paul slowly moves the cotton material to the side and he quickly plunges his middle finger deep inside of her between her clean pussy lips.

"Shhhh that's a good girl." he tells her as a single tear traces down her cheek as she lets out a whimper, but the growing want is blooming inside of her. She doesn't want to be manhandled. She doesn't want her stepfather knuckles deep inside of her pussy, but she instantly can feel Paul's finger slide easily in and out of her as she coats it with her own juices. "Mmm, naughty girl likes Daddy's finger I see." She releases the fist she made and grabs a handful of his khaki pants as her mind tears between hatred and want. He slides his soaked finger up between her pussy lips and slides the entire length of it against her suddenly erect clit. Ashley's head drops back as she sucks the air through her teeth while her hips slowly start to move in unison with his finger.

His far hand forefinger hooks under her spaghetti strap and her gently slides it off her shoulder. He allows it to fall. Once it stops he tugs it down further and her perky right breast pops out against the cool air conditioning causing her dark nipple to become immediately harden. Paul can feel Ashley's pussy throb once around his finger as her body reacts to the cool rush of air against her skin. Paul grabs a thick handful of his stepdaughter's 36C breast and starts to play with her pencil size, shape and color type hard nipple with his arm wrapped around her still trapping her.

"Daddy, I think... Ugh... Wait... Mmmm!" She whispers to him, but it is just spoken words as her hips start to involuntarily gyrate in slow circles as his fingers dance on her clit. Her right hand reaches up and grabs his wrist again and squeezes. Her left hand on his lap opens and finds his thick cock through his khakis. She grabs it and pushes it down into his pelvis in hopes of hurting him, but his cock swells under her touch further turning her on.

"Look who found Daddy's cock" he grunts into her ear with whiskey stained breath. Ben's cock was nice, it was. However, her step dad's cock was thick and ready and she could almost feel the anger in it. The thickness of it matched his barrel chest and heavy shoulders. Her hand starts to spasm over his shorter shaft against her conscious will. "That's it. There's my Princess. Take it out."

Looks down at her passed out boyfriend as he starts to drool on himself, almost as if he can hear what is happening. With her brain still screaming at her of all the wrongs she is doing, she turns her body and uses both hands to unfasten his belt and his khakis are opened quickly. She isn't sure if her actions are so fast because she wants him or because she wants this over with, but either way, she wants it against her better judgement.

Paul lets go of his firm arm grip he had around her and supports himself against the couch, to lift his hips so Ashley can pull them down past his knees. His fat short cock bounces out proudly as she looks down at it. She reaches over and starts to slide in up and down in her small hand watching her fingertips struggle to touch around it. With sinister smile, she looks up at Paul who has laid back into the couch back. She catches his eye and looks him directly and frankly. "Ok, if I blow you, we have to stop then, ok?" she cannot believe the words as they pour out of her mouth. She didn't want to blow her own stepfather, but there she was with her mouth watering in anticipation at her own words with his hard cock in hand. She knows she wants his cock in her mouth, nothing else seems to matter at this point, least of all, Ben.

Before he can agree or not, she lifts herself onto her knees on the couch and her mouth quickly finds his fat cock. He stretches her mouth wide as her nose dives into his thick patch of pubic hair taking in his sweaty scent. It disgusts that he smells like sweat, but it brings out the animal nature in her, she is in heat and wants to devour his dick. She runs tongue over the veiny underbelly of his shaft as he lets out a loud groan. Ben can be heard snorting a snore as he readjusts himself in the chair across the room. Her tits both fall out of the dress as they dangle lifelessly over the couch slowly swaying with each movement. With a free hand, she starts to pull lightly on a single nipple as it waves freely above the couch.