Show-Me State Spread: Serving Young Pink Parts at a Missouri Meat Smoke
The Great American Daddy Hunt: 50 States, 50 Daddies, 50 Weeks. A Sabbatical Sex Scorecard for a Rebellious College Girl.
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This short story is part of The Great American Daddy Hunt: 50 States, 50 Daddies, 50 Weeks. A Sabbatical Sex Scorecard for a Rebellious College Girl. I hope your cock (or pussy) will enjoy it!
The back door's screen hung askew on rusted hinges, and Cassy pushed through it with trembling fingers, her young naked female body crossing the threshold between the grimy safety of indoors and the exposed vulnerability of the old man's backyard. The Missouri summer heat struck her like a physical slap, intense and immediate against every inch of her bare skin. Her nipples, already tight from the air conditioning, grew even more pronounced in the sweltering air, and she felt sweat begin to bead between her breasts almost instantly.
Vern stood hunched over an ancient charcoal grill, smoke rising in lazy spirals around his weathered frame. The old Weber kettle looked like it had survived decades of Missouri summers, its black paint peeling in spots to reveal rust-colored metal beneath. He glanced up as she approached, his eyes drinking in her nudity with the same appreciation he might show a perfectly grilled steak.
"There's my naked little Kansas girl." He gestured toward a weathered picnic table with his barbecue tongs. "Have a seat, sweetheart. Food's almost ready."
The picnic table had seen better decades. Gray wooden slats, warped by countless seasons of rain and heat, created an uneven surface marked by old stains and splinters. One corner sagged slightly, held up by a concrete block that suggested recent repairs. Cassy approached it cautiously, hyper-aware of how her bare feet felt against the patchy grass and dirt.
She positioned herself carefully on the bench, the rough wood immediately uncomfortable against her naked bottom and thighs. Every surface seemed designed to remind her of her exposed state – the splintered edge that caught against her leg, the uneven slats that pressed into her back when she leaned against the table.
"You know what?" She raised her phone, the device slick with perspiration from her palm. "I should document this. My first real Missouri experience."
Vern's bushy eyebrows rose with interest. "You gonna take pictures of yourself buck naked?"
"Not exactly." She angled the phone carefully, making sure to capture only the upper curve of her young tits – enough cleavage to suggest her state of undress without revealing everything. "Come here and pose with me."
The old man approached with surprising enthusiasm, positioning himself beside her with his barbecue tools held prominently. Smoke from the grill created an atmospheric backdrop as she snapped several shots, adjusting angles until she found one that satisfied her strange new criteria for rebellion.
Her thumb hovered over the Instagram icon. This was crossing a line – posting a provocative image that would shock anyone who knew her conservative upbringing. But wasn't that exactly the point? She typed quickly before she could lose her nerve: "First day of a 1-year sabbatical across the USA. Already making friends. Best BBQ in the USA, he said. We'll see!"
The post uploaded with a soft chime, and immediately, she felt a mixture of exhilaration and terror. Her parents followed her on Instagram. Her university friends would see this. Everyone would wonder about the context, about who the old man was, about why she looked so... disheveled.
"Posted it already?" Vern seemed amused by her boldness. "Your folks gonna have something to say about that?"
"Probably." The thought sent another thrill through her stomach. "But I'm twenty-one. I can post whatever I want."
Vern served the barbecued ribs on paper plates that immediately became soggy from the sauce. The meat was actually exceptional – tender and smoky with a tangy sauce that spoke to years of perfected technique. She ate hungrily, realizing she hadn't eaten since the bus station that morning, though maintaining any dignity while naked and sticky with barbecue sauce proved challenging.
The old man kept stealing glances at her young female assets as they ate, his eyes lingering on how her big, naked boobs moved when she reached for her drink, how the barbecue sauce occasionally dripped onto her bare, flat stomach. She found herself simultaneously self-conscious and oddly proud of the attention. When had she ever been the center of such focused male appreciation?
"Vern? That you over there?"
The voice came from the adjacent yard, and Cassy's head snapped up to see a tall Black man approaching the chain-link fence that separated the properties. He appeared to be in his forties, with broad shoulders and work-worn hands that suggested manual labor. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she deeply felt her completely exposed state.
Her hands flew to cover her tits, her knees pressed together in a futile attempt at modesty. The picnic bench offered no shelter, no tablecloth to hide beneath, nothing but her own inadequate, small hands to preserve any dignity.
"Hey there, Jerome." Vern made no move to help her, didn't suggest she go inside, or offer her anything to cover herself with. "Come on over and meet my houseguest."
Jerome's eyes widened as he took in the scene – the naked young blonde woman trying desperately to cover herself, the older white man acting as if nothing unusual was happening, the intimate setting of a backyard barbecue gone wildly inappropriate.
"Well, damn, Vern. You didn't mention you had company." Jerome's gaze traveled deliberately over what he could see of Cassy's body despite her defensive positioning. "Especially such... attractive company."
"This here's Cassy. She's on some kind of tour of America." Vern gestured with his barbecue fork as if introducing guests at a dinner party. "Fresh from university, if you know what I mean."
The two men began discussing her as if she weren't sitting right there, their conversation casual and appraising. Jerome commented on her skin tone, how young and firm everything looked. Vern pointed out her breast size, mentioned her flat stomach and long legs with the detached assessment of livestock judges at a county fair.
"Nice blonde hair, too. Natural?"
Vern's laugh was coarse. "Well, as you can see, the little pussy is fully waxed so, not sure. But pretty sure."
Cassy's face burned with humiliation. She hunched her shoulders, trying to make herself smaller, her eyes fixed on the dirty paper plate in front of her. This wasn't how adult rebellion was supposed to feel. This felt like being stripped of all agency, reduced to body parts for evaluation by cock-carrying beasts.
"You know, Jerome, this little sweetheart here is what you might call... inexperienced." Vern's tone carried obvious relish. "This afternoon, she told me my cock was only the second one she'd ever seen in her whole life."
"No shit?" Jerome's interest sharpened visibly. "College girl with that kind of innocence? That's rare these days."
"Missouri is the Show-Me State, right?" Vern's suggestion hung in the air like barbecue smoke. "Maybe you should show her what else this state has to offer. Educational purposes, you understand."
Cassy's mind raced with escape plans. She could grab her clothes from inside, call an Uber, flee to the safety of a hotel room paid for by her father's credit card. This had gone too far, become too threatening, moved beyond her comfort zone into genuinely dangerous territory.
Her phone chimed with a notification, the sound cutting through her panic like a knife. The insistent buzzing cut through the humid air like an alarm clock interrupting a nightmare. Cassy's stomach clenched as she recognized her mother's ringtone, the cheerful melody now sounding ominous in the context of her naked vulnerability. She let it ring through to voicemail, but immediately a text notification appeared on her screen.
Her father's contact photo – a stern-faced portrait from his insurance company's website – accompanied a message that made her blood run cold: "Cassidy, call us IMMEDIATELY. What are you doing half-naked in some dangerous St. Louis neighborhood?"
The realization hit her like ice water. The Instagram post had been geo-tagged automatically, broadcasting her location to anyone who cared to look. Her parents weren't just monitoring her social media – they were tracking her movements in real time, treating her like a wayward teenager instead of a twenty-one-year-old adult.
Another text appeared, this one from her mother: "That photo is completely inappropriate! You look like you're not wearing a top! Are you safe? James is looking up flights to St. Louis right now!"
The familiar pattern of parental panic and control crashed over her, but instead of the usual guilt and compliance, something else ignited in her chest. Pure, crystalline rage. Here she was, sitting naked in a stranger's backyard, having just been fucked by an old man she'd met on a bus, and her parents were still trying to manage her life from hundreds of miles away.
"Fuck this." She set the phone down with deliberate force, her eyes blazing as she looked up at Jerome. "You know what? I would love to see a big black cock in real life instead of just in porn."
Both men stared at her in shock. The transformation from embarrassed, cowering girl to defiant woman had happened so quickly that it left them momentarily speechless.
"Besides, Missouri isn't just the Show-Me State." Her voice gained strength and volume. "It's a state where everything is supposed to be big, right? So show me something big."