Bambi the Preppy Princess

Bambi the Preppie Princess

When Bambi's mom died of cancer when her daughter was just a thirteen year old entering puberty, it in no way diminished the overindulged and privileged upbringing of the suburban, socialite princess. With her father preoccupied with his professional success and business associates, and her mom immersed in a sort of ongoing pageant to determine the “queen bee” among the ladies of their community, it wasn't like Bambi ever had any deep emotional ties or had grown accustomed to receiving any affectionate displays of love from either parent anyway. Mrs. Ardsley's passing only really served to evaporate what little limitations it had, from time to time, previously imposed on the ascension to Bambi's, almost every desire. If it weren't for some kind of almost idyllic principle of naïveté decency, a fairytale ‘good over evil' virtue that she possessed, the beautiful, smart, and popular young lady might have easily lost focus and spun off, out of control.

At five foot ten inches, and one hundred and twenty two pounds, the golden skinned beauty with the thick blonde, wavy hair that flowing almost all the way down to her ass, was a major attraction. Bambi's exquisite, c-cup breasts were blessed with large peachy areolas which each framed a large pink nipple, almost absurd in scale. Her firm, round, heart-shaped, bottom was almost intoxicating to behold. But without a doubt, the most valuable of all Bambi's physical assets was her face. Her big blue eyes and pouting lips had mastered the expressions she had patented in amassing her arsenal.

From the time that the string bean-like, awkward girl began to develop and mature, Bambi observed how her newly formed parts were ogled by a lot of people with whom she was taken aback by, at first to behold the covetous and lusting natures of their leers. Instead of becoming outraged or embarrassed when a friend's dad, or a teacher, or one of her dad's employees, or a couple of guys at the mall, stared and gaped in awe at her ass, when her skirt failed her, or her nipples, poking through her nearly soaked t-shirt she wore braless by the pool, Bambi delighted in the power that their adoration of her gave her. One day, a little more than a year ago, when, for the first time, she noticed her own fathers glare transfixed intently on her panty clad rump in the mirror as she stretched forward on her toes with her lower abdomen against the edge of her vanity tending to her eyebrows, she hesitated for the first time ever, however briefly, before mentally delighting in the attention. Wearing only her panties, she noticed the immediate and impressively conspicuous effect on her nipples that being admired in a sexual way by her dad had caused, and trembled in enjoyment. Mustering all of her composure, Bambi turned around in her most nonchalant manner to face him and give a most casual “hey daddy, how was your day?” as she reached for her bra, then strutted past the frazzled man as she put it on. From that day on Bambi began to use even her own dad's lust to manipulate him and get her way.

Bambi's imposed independence and the comfort with supposed superiority that she had acquired, aided the bright minded beauty in honing to perfection, the application of all her physical and mental attributes in the arts of feminine persuasion. Having learned to arouse and attract like the best of sirens, Bambi's decision to limit her sexual favors to heavy petting, some enthusiastic, yet incomplete oral explorations, and masturbation, with the most discreet and trusted partners who, without exception, had no reservations whatever in ceding all control to her. On the other hand, although her maidenhead remained intact, Bambi toke pleasure in having her nipples sucked and nibbled as she instructed, and absolutely loved being orally serviced. In fairness, her sexual encounters were limited to only those who yearned for her control and included two females along with four lucky fellows. Beside her field hockey coach, Ann Bond, and her French teacher, Mr. Chalieu, her liaisons were wealthy young kids from other upstanding Wellborn families. Bambi had become almost so talented in this game of ‘lady getting her way', taking pride as she used her sexual appeal to gain favors and connections, that the rare individual not intently desirous of her approval or attention, could easily have interpreted Bambi as a self-centered, manipulative, elitist, stuck-up, heartless, cock-teasing bitch, (albeit a stone cold fox of one). Nonetheless, in Bambi's perfect little town of Wellborn , an individual like that was almost as rare as an individual who would ever admit being like that. Well, that is until Victoria Marsh came to town.

Victoria Marsh was a fashion model at the tail end of a stellar career when she and John Ardsley began to date each other. It was only two years ago but gained momentum quickly. The waning limelight and media interest in the one time major celebrity spared Bambi the embarrassment of her dad appearing in the trashy tabloids as Victoria 's latest boy toy or sugar daddy that might very likely have occurred a short time ago. Although she withheld her opinion from her daddy, Bambi disliked Vicky and thought of her as a curtain-grabbing slut because of her drinking, reported recreational drug-use, and many previous, often scandalous, publicized affairs and flings. These sins, along with the fact that she had posed nude in a few high-end men's magazines, made Victoria Marsh unworthy of her daddy's love, in Bambi's eyes. Bambi tolerated the affair since it mostly took place down in the city, and not in Wellborn, where they lived, and dismissed it as a fling. She figured her dad deserved someone beautiful like Vicky to be sexual with as long as that was its extent. The arousal her own teasing caused him made her realize that he, like most men, had needs. But when he announced their engagement and imminent plans to move Vicky in with them to his daughter, just two month ago, it was Bambi's worst nightmare.

Thinking how the few brief encounters she had had over the past two years with the woman were subtly hostile with them both presenting an air of contention toward the other, Bambi non the less promised herself that she would in fact try to have an open mind and get along with the woman for her dad's sake. In fact, hoping to impress the lady, she took particular care in her daily workouts and grooming, and selected her most flattering outfit before her arriving, attempting to impress her and seek some acceptance. She also instructed Ms. Fano, their cook and manager of their domestic staff, have the groundskeeper and maid make special preparations for Ms. Marsh's arrival.

The teenage debutant and the thirty one year old retiring model immediately clashed in a vicious, uncompromising battle for John Ardsley's attention, devotion, and rule of his home. After announcing that Ms. Fano, after 14 years, along with her staff, would have to be replaced, Victoria 's first words to Bambi were; “Bambi sweetheart, you look wonderful! I swear, with a few years of hard work, and a little attention to your grooming and appearance, you might have a shot at modeling yourself !” Bambi bit her tongue a bit, then blurted, sarcastically; “Wow, how awesome! Maybe my tits and pussy will be on display in boys locker rooms and yanked out from under their mattresses to be jerked off to someday too!”

“Bambi! How rude!” John began, stunning himself for the rare objection to his child.

“It's okay John,” Vicky said, then turned to Bambi. “As a matter of fact my dear, with the body I was by some chance blessed with, I've just sort of learned to deal with having guys jerk off to me. I'm proud and comfortable of my body and of my sexuality, Bambi, not ashamed or embarrassed. When you become a mature adult you might understand, darling.”

The two constantly bickered and argued and screamed and slammed doors and broke things for the next three days when they were both at home without John. When he returned to his castle, both women immediately competed for his attention in a decidedly seductive way. When at last, bedtime had arrived, Victoria made sure their bedroom door was ajar, knowing that just down the hall a few feet, Bambi's was as well. As Bambi lay in bed trying to relax and forget the tense hate for her fathers new bride by touching and fondling herself, she heard their voices and listened intently.

“Very good Johnny, you filthy slut you. Your goddess likes her bitch's pretty, new lacy panties. Slut red too, perfect choice. Now tuck that big nasty cock and saggy old balls of yours back into your ass crack, and squeeze it real tight for me so when you pull them up, your package gets pulled on enough to make it look like there's a real pussy under them. Good boy.” Victoria hissed.

Bambi's head spun in a toxic cocktail of horror, shock, and sexual arousal as her dad began moaning.

“Doesn't that feel nice, my dirty slut? Beg me to go on, thank me, you ingrate, pray to me and tell your goddess what you want!” Vicky ordered.

The loud and distinct clapping crack of a hand smacking skin pierced the air.

“On your knees when you pray, you worthless, stupid bitch! She barked.

“Please my goddess, please use me to torture and amuse yourself with my agony and humiliation so I might prove myself worthy to pleasure and worship your sacred body as you see fit.” John muttered. “Uuuuuunnngghhhh!! Thank you my goddess!” he began moaning as she began torturing him.

“ Torture me! ” Victoria whined, mocking her new husband. “Torture yourself, you pain lusting slut, can't you see I'm tired! Show me how far you're willing to stretch your nipples by yanking on them for me, while I have a cigarette and try to relax after putting up with that stupid, spoiled, ugly cunt you think is your daughter all fucking day.”

Bambi listened as her dad moaned while his wife paced around the room puffing on her cigarette and complaining about her attitude and shortcomings, interrupted only by an occasional shout of “harder! Pull them harder!” for a good five minutes.

“That's it! Now hold them there real still for me, and close your eyes, and I'll allow one of the to be used to snuff out my cigarette on. Would my bitch like that?”

“Yesss, very much my goddess, please!” John groaned.

Will I use the same one for the third time in a row John? Will it ever get a chance to finally heal up before I go and burn the shit out of it again? Or will I use the other one for a change?” Victoria taunted. “Don't peek now, and don't scream too loud and let that skanky blob of afterbirth Bambi, find out her daddy's a pain lusting bitch.” She warned.

“UUuuuuUUUUuuuHHHH, YYYyyeeeeessSSss, Thank you, my goddess.” he moaned and panted, while she giggled in delight.

“Now get me my riding crop and bend over and grab the footboard of the bed with your girly panties around your ankles so I can fuck your bitch ass with my strap-on for a few laughs!” She snapped.

As Bambi listened to them, she felt as if she were in a dream, or nightmare rather. She realized that she had been frigging herself impulsively and arose slowly to creep toward their door and confirm that this was in fact, actually taking place. She stood in stunned silence, fondling her breasts and fingering her self vigorously as she beheld her daddy and his domineering bride. Victoria snarled her lips in a cruel smile and giggled with content and contempt as she bucked her hips, viciously stabbing up into John's ass releasing a hand from clutching his hips to whip him one with her crop, as he moaned and panted. Fixing her eyes on her daddy's huge erection that waved and bobbed as it dangled unattended, Bambi was startled by Vicky screeching; “What are you staring at you ugly bitch!?” She looked up to see she had been discovered by them both as they paused to look at her. Only after a long awkward pause, when Victoria said, “your little spoiled bitch is peeping like a nosy cunt and strumming on her her clit while she drools at your big dick like some white trash whore” before Bambi realized she was naked and still masturbating. “I should whip the sneaky littly spy's prissy ass raw for this!” Vicky sneered.

“How? How could you let her do this to you daddy? Why?” Bambi sobbed.

Bursting out in laughter, Vicky responded. “How? You see fucking how! Why? Let's see, Why? Hmmm.” She said as if pondering. “Tell your little girl what you are John. TELL HER!”

“I'm a shameless slut and whore, who's satisfied only when he's being used as someone's bitch” he mumbled in disgrace, eyes lowered.

“There; he's a whore, he's a bitch, okay? That explains WHY. Now either get the fuck out of here and go back to bed and diddle your nut out by yourself, like a frustrated little prissy virgin hypocrite, or come on in here and fuck that nut out on your daddy's bitch face, you big, ugly, stuck-up piece of shit”, Victoria snapped, as she resumed plunging her hips and slamming her latex cock up John's sodomy loving colon.

Noticing that her victim/husband remained transfixed on his daughters incredible nipples, and encouraged by the fact that Bambi had not yet reacted to her ultimatum, but remained in a frozen gape in the doorway, Victoria urged her husband in a low, sultry voice.

“Look at the freakish looking nipples on the big young slut, John. Your baby's big tit nubs are way longer than yours, and we've stretched them past where they get gawked at when folks see them. Ask your little angle to come and let her daddy get a closer look at them. Tell her she can stop going at them with her fingers like she is for a while, and you'll suck and bite on them for her like a good bitch.” Victoria 's eyes devoured Bambi as she purred her enticements at the girls father.

Bambi's blushed and tingled in excitement over every inch of her creamy skin. She slid both hands under each breast and lifted them as she strolled toward her father to present him with. She stood before him as he clutched a bedpost with both hands and lifted her right boob within a centimeter from his face and asked softly “Do you like it daddy? Want to suck it for me while your wife bangs you?”

John turned red and looked away. “Vicky, …I mean goddess, this is wrong, I can't just, …please!” he pleaded.

Vicky whipped her crop across John's ass cheeks, striping them with a dozen scarlet lines. “Answer your child, you pig! How dare you deny her a daddy's tender love when she needs it!”

“Let her watch us. She can even beat me. She likes girls, I know ‘cause I've seen her with one. You can play with her, just please, I can't. I've fought off my lust for years because she's my daughter,” John whimpered.

John was surprised and Victoria was elated when Bambi grabbed her dad by his hair with her left hand and pulled him to the boob she held in her right. “You heard her, bitch! Suck my tit! Nice and hard! Use your teeth a little, but I'll kick your balls flat if you bite too hard.” She moaned and looked up at Victoria and softly said; “Thank you mommy. I'm sorry for being a bitch, but I never imagined that you would share. Can I get my clit licked soon? Is my daddy a good cunt sucker?”

“Your daddy's mouth is a wonderful fuck, sweetheart. I've trained him to suck dicks as well, if you ever want him to do a guy for you. And now that you're willing to be a good girl for your new mommy, we can get closer and learn to share even more than this bitch-boy together, darling, much more.” Victoria offered while she lead John onto his back in the middle of their bed. Lifting his legs over him to continue his buggering, Vicky motioned for Bambi to ride his face. Bambi squatted her wet folds over her dads mouth and then began slowly and forcefully grinding it back and forth on him. Taking her dads legs from Victoria 's hands, she leaned forward and kissed her mouth deeply.