5 comments/ 21399 views/ 0 favorites Tied By: pleasteasme Slowly, I seem to be waking and welcoming consciousness but something is different. I try to move my arms, but I can't. They are laden with sleep; I convince my mind and drift back into a dream. Attempting to roll over, suddenly I am very awake and aware that I am restrained. I realize that not only are my arms bound but my legs as well. I lift my head up to look around but it is too dark; I cannot see anything. Then I realize, it isn't really dark, I have a soft blindfold keeping sight from me. Testing my tethers, I feel them tight on my wrist as I pull. I try each of my four limbs and I am most definitely under your command. I whisper your name. No answer. I call out to you and you hear a little panic in my voice. I feel your finger on my lips and all you tell me is, "Shhhhhhhhhhh." Gooseflesh travels my body, up and down my spine, as the cool chill of the morning air hits my naked, spread-eagle body. I feel so vulnerable at this moment: naked, tied, blindfolded, and under your complete control. This is what I want, I remember. This is my fantasy I shared with you several weeks ago. This is exhilarating and I can feel the tingle start to spread through my body. It is said when you lose the use of one of your senses, the others become more acute. I believe this now. I can smell the orange ginger wafting through the air. The faint hint of rose catches my breath as I breathe in deeply. However, I cannot tell where you are. Something is tickling my nose and I think it is my own auburn hair that has traveled over my face. I move my head a little and try to flip my hair, but it comes back, brushing against my nose. I try to blow air up from my mouth to remove the irritant, but it is still there. It moves down to my lips and throat and I realize it is a feather, soft as a sigh, trailing down my torso just barely touching my skin. I am ticklish and you decide to torment me by tracing my limbs with the feather. Starting at my silk-bound wrist, you move the feather in maniacal patterns on my ivory skin, spending time on those places you know I am ultra-sensitive. I wiggle to try to get away from the feather but you continue, relentlessly tormenting under my arms, the side of my ribs, my outer thighs and down to my feet. I can't help but gasp and giggle and I wonder if you are enjoying this teasing of me? I feel my body responding to your touch, my nipples hardening, and the warmth increasing between my legs. Suddenly, the feather is gone, but the smell of rose is pungent in the air. I feel the velvet softness on the swell of my breast first and it causes me to arch my back in surprise. You circle that softness around the entirety of both breasts in a slow figure 8 motion several times and quiet whimpers come from my lips. Brushing against my hardened nipples, I realize the object you have is indeed a rose, and that softness is the opening petals of a blossom. You brush each sensitive nipple several times before moving the rose in the valley of my breasts and move it up to my chin and then straight back down. In a straight line, you are headed to my navel, which you swirl the rose around a few times and then, the rose is gone. Tingling in anticipation of your next move, I let out a content sigh. You are so quiet and stealthily moving about- I can't wait for your next move. I feel the movement of air and then, quite unexpectedly, the feeling of that velveteen softness on my inner thigh, heading straight up to the source of my heat. It is so soft on my freshly-shaven lips, so cool on my heat. I buck my hips as much as I can with my ankles restrained and moan as you slide the petals up and down my slit, gathering my dew. Raw heat emanates from me due to your tender ministrations: achingly wanting more touch, more contact other than a feather or rose. I whisper these things to you but you won't respond. You keep on with your soft tormenting of my body. Suddenly, the rose is gone too. No, bring it back; it is exquisite torture.....and I am on fire. Cold! Is that cold water dripping on my breast? I jump as you bring an ice cube to the soft underside of one breast. I can feel the frigidness of the ice as it directly touches my skin and the subsequent pooling trail it leaves. My skin sears the liquid edge and instantly melts it upon contact. You draw half circles with the ice, alternately under both breasts, and then bring the ice up to my neck and tease the sensitive spot just below my ear, and then down my neck and clavicle. Surprising me, you put it on my lips and I open my mouth so that my tongue can snake out for a lick. Once again, I feel it travel down my body, to the very pink, hard nipples crying from your encouragement. So very cold on them, I can feel them tighten, enlarge, and start to become numb from the ice. Oh, how I long for your warm wet mouth to capture those sweet tips in your mouth! I think about that and can't help but moan and try to move closer to you as the ice melts on me and rivulets of cold water wash down my breasts. Something quite warm is drizzling on me in a line from between my breasts and down, pooling in my navel and stopping just shy of my red curls below. I giggle a little at the sudden change in temperature and feel the generous amount of fluid rolling down my sides. The smell is exquisite, the soft scent of orange ginger I realize just as your hands start to spread the oil on my skin. You massage me beginning with my breasts. You are so skilled, rubbing and working the oil into me. I can feel it spreading even more of a warm glow on me. Your hands cup, squeeze, and rub each breast and I can visualize your fingers coming together as you pinch and pull on my nipples. Moving down, you use the flat of your hand and rub the warm oil in circular motions all around my body down my tummy, playing in my navel and causing me to pull yet again at my restraints. I'm so very warm, hot, and in need of more of your touch! You continue spreading out the oil liberally all over my skin I feel your fingers on my outer lips. You are applying more warm oil with your fingertips in a soft, slow tease. Your fingers trail up and down each side, rubbing that intoxicating oil into me. My hips arch up to meet you, but I can only pull more against the silk that binds me. You massage my clit; I don't know if I can take much more of this! I feel your fingers gently plying my lips open so that I am fully exposed to you and then your sweet breath is on me. The feeling is almost more than I can take as I writhe within the confines of my bound state. I am moaning and pleading with you to take me, I need you so badly. I feel your hands slip underneath me to hold each of my cheeks in your hand and your breath is closer to my pussy. Jolts of pure pleasure shoot through my entire being as your lips gently yet insistently nibble on me. I can feel your beard brushing me and I so wish that I could see you, run my fingers through your hair, hold you to me as you continue to taste of me. Your tongue is like a velvet touch on me as it delves inside of my core. Holding me up to feast on me, I am yours. Feeling like a million sparks are emanating from those few contact points of your flesh and mine, I know it is only a matter of time before I explode. Can you feel the tightening of muscles knotting inside of me as you continue your delicious torture of me? Your hands holding me up squeeze my cheeks and you are lapping up my juices, using the flat of your tongue to open me before you dart within my core only to repeat. I can hear and feel a barely audible moan thrust into me and the vibrations from your mouth only fuel my desire. Involuntarily, my body writhes before you and I cry out to you as I come and you wickedly stay there, buried between my thighs and continuing to tongue me as my orgasms continue. How many did I have? Many or was it one continuous feeling? How long has passed? I do not know.....minutes, hours, a day? I don't know, as I am beyond thought or words. I do know you have climbed into the bed with me and are laying beside me with your arm wrapped around me and a leg thrown over me. Still blindfolded and very much bound to the bed, I am left with my other senses to tell me that you are indeed nude and certainly aroused as I can feel you hard, pressing into my thigh. You are holding me with your face lying softly on a breast, nuzzling me. My entire body is still warm; the fire you created still glowing embers. Untie me so that I can hold you and return to you the pleasures you have bestowed upon me. Softly pleading I whisper to you, "Untie me." You shake your head against my breast, pull me closer, holding me tighter to you and reply, "I'm not done with you." And, with that, desire overcomes me, my senses paralyzing my consciousness as I lose myself to you... Tied She woke up with a throbbing between her legs, feeling turned on even before she was fully awake. As she became more aware she noticed the skilled hands and hot mouth trailing over her body and moaned softly. She heard his laugh. "Good morning," he murmured, between sucks on her left nipple. She groaned in response, relaxing into his touch. He was kneading both her breasts and his mouth was teasing her; she had never been able to resist the sensation of his tongue on her skin and she wasn't going to have any success if she tried to start now. She moved to tangle her hands in his hair and realised suddenly that her wrists were tied, and that her spread-eagled position on the bed was no accident. "Bastard," she managed to choke out between involuntary groans, and he laughed again. He slid a hand down her stomach and between her legs, and she clamped her thighs shut. "Untie me first," she muttered, trying to disguise how much she was enjoying even the limited movement his fingers could find trapped by her strong muscles. He edged his hand in further and the tips of his fingers found her, wet and hot. "I don't think so," he told her, and dropped his head once more to her nipples, first one and then the other. It took all her concentration to keep her legs firmly closed, and it was more than she could do to resist the way his teeth grazed across the skin of her breasts. She moaned out swearwords and gasped imprecations, and still his fingers teased her, sliding into her tight wetness and then flicking her hard centre. Still caressing her breasts with his free hand, he began to lick his way down her body, between her breasts and across her stomach. She bit her tongue against the pleasure, realising that her mind was turning to mush and would soon give in to the revolt her body was mounting as her arousal increased. She decided to play dirty. He laughed when she finally opened her legs, and slid his fingers further into her, though the slow pace of his mouth over her belly did not change. It took him a second to notice the progress of her foot up his thigh, and then she heard his gasp as she ran her long toes over his manhood. She was pretty gratified to find him semi hard already, and it was her turn to laugh as he let out a squeak of protest and pleasure as she teased him through the thin silk of his boxer shorts. His movement against her foot was involuntary, but still he licked her, parting her legs with his hands and nibbling her thighs as he continued to probe into her with his strong fingers. He teased her, his breath hot and fast on her skin as he let his tongue travel the crease at the top of her leg, then nuzzled the mound of flesh and licked quickly, only to withdraw again before she had a chance to savour the feel of his mouth. She spread her legs still further and forgot her own revenge as she pushed herself up into his face, begging now. "Please... please..." she gasped, and he laughed, then plunged his mouth deep into her, exploring her with his tongue, eating her out with gusto and with skill. His hands roamed over his skin, reaching up to roll her nipples between his fingers, digging his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks to pull her closer, teasing the skin of her thighs. As he licked deeper he pulled first one and then the other of her knees up and over his shoulders so that he could push his face further into her pussy, savouring the hot wetness of her. He moaned into her and the sound and feel of his pleasure in her body made her wetter still. He sucked and licked and nibbled every part of her, and as he moved closer and closer towards her hard centre she squealed with pleasure, writhing beneath him, both frustrated and turned on by the restraints that would not let her touch him or touch herself. He slid two fingers inside her as his mouth moved over her clitoris, and as he sucked her between his lips he found her g spot. She cried out with the shock of pleasure and bucked beneath him. He sucked hard, almost too hard; and then kept on sucking so that she could hardly breathe. He felt her tighten around his fingers, and the sensation made him groan into her, his lips and tongue now vibrating against her clit so that again she yelled. He felt her tension mount as he made love to her clitoris, pushing back the tiny hood to tease it with his tongue and even with the gentlest touch of his teeth. He felt her muscles start to spasm and did not need to hear her shout out to know she was coming, and coming hard. Still he worked her, caressing her g spot with a gentle but firm touch, and enjoying her juicy wetness and the swollen hardness under his tongue. She was lost in intense waves of ecstasy, unable to tell when one orgasm ended and another began, and when he finally started to draw away, and the pleasure began to subside, she fell back onto the bedclothes exhausted, spent, wiped out, but still sensitised to his touch as he stroked and licked his way back up her body. When his face finally appeared, smiling down at her, she scowled at him. "I hate you. Untie me!" "Not on your life," he answered, and bent to kiss her. She started to protest, but her words were lost as their mouths met. She was in no mood to have mercy and he groaned as she gently bit his lip and then sucked on his tongue suggestively, leaving his nerves jangling and his crotch on fire. She knew exactly the effect she was having on him, and took the opportunity to push her pelvis up into his and grind against him, letting out little cries of lust and arousal. He moved himself sideways, eyes closed with the effort to resist, but she simply rubbed herself against his thigh, leaving a trail of damp temptation over his leg. "Untie me... and I'll ride you hard," she whispered throatily. He groaned. Without any conscious thought his body moved so that his erection grazed the inside of her thigh, and she sighed and rubbed herself against his hard, thick length through his underwear, closing her eyes, mouth open, licking her lips in a way that he found almost unbearably sexy. "Or I can just ride you," he managed to gasp out, and she shrugged, lost in her own world of pleasure as she manoeuvred her clitoris against his now rock hard penis. He was lost, he knew it, and automatically he reached to untie the bonds, longing to feel her hands on his skin. As soon as he undid her right arm, her hand moved to his crotch, pushing down his boxers and lightly but appreciatively encircling his penis, smiling for the first time as she rubbed her thumb up the full length of him, laughing as he gasped and swiftly kicked the superfluous garment away. As he freed her left hand he let her guide him into her, and then she rolled him onto his back and started rocking above him, head thrown back as she slid away then thrust herself down, as if she were trying to impale herself on him. Her full breasts swung above him and he could not resist reaching up and massaging them, making her whimper with pleasure. She leaned forwards so that he could guide first one and then the other to his mouth, suckling at her nipples and the soft roundness of the flesh, moaning his appreciation into her skin. His fingers strayed down and found her hard centre once more, rubbing her in time with the rhythm she had found, and making her gasp. She savoured the feel of him inside her, his cock thick and strong between her legs. As she rode him she angled herself to feel him as deep inside as he could go, feeling so full of him that it was almost unbearable. Her clitoris throbbed at his touch and then she cried out as she started to come. Still she rocked above him, unwilling to let go, and he was hard inside her still as he caressed her breasts and teased her hard centre. She pleasured herself against him, and then when the feelings overtook her she let him roll on top of her and laid back, panting in ecstasy as he thrust into her again and again, her body bucking and writhing under him. He savoured the feel of her round him as he drove into her, the way her body was responding, tightening around his cock till the breath hissed out between his teeth with the pleasure of fucking her so hard. His eyes drank her in as she lay prone beneath him, her skin slick with sweat, her hands clenched into the bedclothes, gasping with each deep, penetrating stroke, and he fought for control so he could keep riding her, keep pumping into her heat and wetness and tightness. Finally she felt him come inside her and as the warmth flooded her he collapsed on top of her, the heat and weight of him, his skin damp with perspiration, and they kissed once more. For a few minutes they lay, inert and exhausted, and he was too shagged out to protest when she gently pushed him off and knelt over him, reaching to the far corner of her bed. "What are you doing?" he murmured idly, taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as it swung in his face. Then, as he felt the soft material constrict around his wrist he looked up with startled eyes. "My turn now," she told him in a husky voice, looking down with a wicked smile and running her tongue along her teeth. She winked before she turned back to the knot she was pulling tight. Her body was still flushed with the heat of "his turn" as she moved above him; he found himself willingly giving her his other wrist. She might call this her turn – but he couldn't wait... Tied "I'll just leave you here for a bit while I go and get something from the shop then," Rachel stated, smiling back over her shoulder as she left the bedroom. "Hang on, you can't do that," Devon replied, his voice pitch rising as she left the room. He craned his neck in a futile effort to see where she was going. The blindfold and handcuffs prevented any success. He called out a couple more times as the sounds of her passage through the house receded, but eventually had to accept as he heard the front door close that she had indeed left him naked and cuffed whilst she ran an errand. ---------------- Sandra pulled into the driveway, excited to get home after the semester at college and looking forward to being able to surprise her father who thought she was arriving in town the following day. She wondered whether she'd meet her father's new girlfriend and wasn't sure whether to be excited for her father or wary. Certainly since he'd started seeing her, he'd sounded happier than any time she could remember since her mother's death. She was happy for him in that respect but at the same time, she was always reserved when meeting someone that had the potential to try and 'replace' her mother. Sandra grabbed the keys from the ignition and her handbag from the passenger's seat leaving the rest of her luggage in the back of the Prius figuring that she'd get help with it later rather than lug it herself. She entered the house, expecting no one to be home and was surprised when she heard her father call out from the direction of his bedroom. "Rachel! I knew you weren't going to be as long as you threatened." Surprised that her father was home rather than working and wanting the surprise of her early return to come on her terms, not to mention the fact that she clearly wasn't Rachel, Sandra said nothing and went to find the source of his voice. She was more than a little shocked when she glanced in his room and found that he was naked on the bed, arms and legs spread wide and a blindfold covering his eyes. "Rachel?" he asked, obviously sensing someone was there. Sandra said nothing and found herself frozen to the spot in shock. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she just leave? Did she embarrass her father by letting him know who it was that was standing there watching? Her eyes found their way down to his cock and lingered there. She knew that she shouldn't be looking, but it had been a while since she'd been with anyone and she couldn't help but assess its size. It was neither the biggest nor the smallest she'd seen and she found herself stepping into her father's room to get a better look. He'd obviously been keeping at the triathlons and still looked as fit as many of the 20 year olds that she knew. Sandra was surprised by herself, both in the fact that she'd entered the room and even more so by the fact that she could feel her body responding to the naked flesh before her, regardless of the fact that it was her father. There was something about the blindfold that gave her just sufficient separation to enable her to draw on her curiosity. Her father had obviously been there long enough for his dick to go limp and she couldn't help but wonder how big it would get. "Fuck you're a tease," her father said as she moved alongside the bed. His cock twitched too. Sandra watched and then with her heart racing, reached out and traced a finger down the length of it, seeing it begin to stiffen at the contact. Up and down her finger went, lightly touching the soft skin as the shaft beneath hardened and elongated. It was a fascinating process. She teased the head of his cock a little, licking her finger and swirling it around it, enjoying the changes that she saw as he grew to full size. The whole time that she did this she was thinking and wondering. She knew that she should leave, but something seemed to hold her there. She'd always loved her Dad and in some of her more depraved moments had even fantasized occasionally after her Mother had died about taking care of his 'special needs'. She'd never done more than that though. Yet here he now was, naked and tied, unable to do a thing as she teased at his cock. She licked her lips. He wouldn't know, she thought. Her father moaned as her fingers continued to tease his stiffness. "I could do whatever I want and just leave," she thought to herself. Her loins flushed at the thought. Then she wondered how long this Rachel would be likely to leave her father like this and panicked a bit. She could come home any second! That thought surprisingly aroused her further. She leant over the bed and blew on her Father's cock. Her hand wrapped around his generous girth and lifted it from where it lay against his belly. She lowered her mouth over it and sucked long and deep, Devon groaning his appreciation. She sucked up and down, bobbing her head for a few moments before releasing him. Then she fled the room quickly but quietly and returned to her car, her father's voice pursuing her, calling for Rachel. She sped off down the street, her heart beating at a ridiculous rate, her mind whirling. If I don't get home until I'm expected, she realised, he'll never know that I sucked his cock. She pulled over and grabbed her phone, calling her friend Lucy and arranging to stay the night. ------------------ "Miss me?" Rachel called out as she entered the bedroom and sat upon the bed, her hand going to Devon's cock. "Of course," Devon replied as he stiffened again, his mind wondering about what had transpired before when she had sucked him and suddenly stopped. "I guess I'd better make it up to you then," she said, moving so that she could engulf his hardening cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping until he was fully erect. Devon moaned as pleasure washed through his cock. Devon thrust at Rachel's mouth as she worked him over, her tongue and lips combining to heighten his pleasure until with a loud vocal release, he came, his cum spurting into her mouth. Rachel swallowed his seed eagerly before moving to kiss him, running her tongue into his mouth and exploring. She removed the blindfold first, then his hands and ankles. Devon rubbed at his skin, helping return a little more circulation to them. -------------- "That was an incredible tease when you came back in and didn't say a word to me," Devon mentioned to Rachel later that night. "What do you mean?" Rachel asked, her face puzzled. "You know when you pretended to head off to the shops and then came back in and didn't say a word before leaving again," Devon explained. "But I didn't," Rachel responded looking thoroughly perplexed. "Ok, if that's the way you want to play it, it must have been some random stranger that came into the house while you were away, found me in my bedroom, tied up naked, didn't say a word, but played with my cock and sucked me and then left? Suuure it wasn't you." Rachel tried to explain that it really hadn't been her, but Devon wouldn't have anything of it, fixed with the idea that Rachel was simply trying to continue the air of mystery. She let it go so that he wouldn't make a big deal of it, but knew for a fact that it hadn't been her. Someone actually had come into the house and played with his cock. She couldn't remember now whether she'd remembered to lock the door or not. She desperately tried to recall if she'd needed to use the key when she came back, but it was a bit vague and she couldn't be 100% sure. -------------- Sandra's mind raced through the night at Lucy's place. They stayed up late talking and over and again she considered telling Lucy what had happened. They were close friends and had discussed every detail of their burgeoning sexual experiences even as they moved to separate colleges and different states. She couldn't quite bring herself to do it though. After all, it was her father that she'd sucked off. "So, what's the one thing you wish you'd done but haven't this year?" Lucy asked her. "Dunno, hadn't thought about it," Sandra replied. "Come on, you can do better than that," Lucy laughed. "Well you've obviously been thinking about it, why don't you tell me?" Sandra countered. She laughed when Lucy blushed. "Come on, out with it!" "Well, there was one night at a bar when this girl hit on me and wanted to kiss me and I said no," Lucy replied, her eyes flicking down to her feet as she sat cross legged on the floor in front of her friend. "You wish you'd said yes?" Sandra prompted. "Well, it left me curious," Lucy said; lifting her gaze to Sandra's, cautious of what sort of a reaction she'd find there. "Have you ever wondered about it?" "Of course I have, but I've never actually done it," Sandra replied. "Want to?" "What, kiss you?" Sandra asked. Lucy nodded, her eyes locked on Sandra's. "I dunno ..." "Please?" Lucy asked. "You really really want this, do you?" Lucy nodded, a nervous smile on her face. "Uh huh." "Fuck, um ok then," Sandra conceded, wondering if her day could get any weirder. She'd sucked her father's cock without him knowing and now she was going to give her best friend a lesbo kiss. "I just don't want things to get weird between us Luce." "I promise not to get weird on you?" Lucy laughed as she licked her lips. Sandra playfully slapped her and then licked her own lips as Lucy closed the gap between them. They both turned their heads the same way the first time, giggling before they corrected awkwardly and their lips came together, slightly parted, tongues tentatively seeking each other. That cautiousness was quickly lost though as they dissolved themselves in the kiss, each surprised by the softness of the other's lips and by the passion with which the kiss was exchanged. It was a couple of minutes before they broke apart, all but panting, eyes locking together. "Wow," Lucy whispered. "Fuck," Sandra responded. "I've got goose bumps." Lucy held her arms out to show. "Goose bumps? Is that all? You've gone and made my panties all wet!" Sandra said. Lucy leaned in for another kiss in response and Sandra accepted it willingly, their tongues once again dancing together. This time as they kissed, Lucy used her hands, cupping Sandra's head, feeling her silken brown hair, hands running down over her shoulders, her arms, the back of one hand grazing the curve of her friend's breast. Sandra gasped, but didn't break the kiss as Lucy became emboldened, turning her hand to feel her breast properly. "Want to sleep in my bed with me?" Lucy asked Sandra as they broke apart again several minutes later. "Yes," Sandra answered, blushing. Lucy jumped to her feet and soon the two girls were snuggled in bed together, wearing their panties and t-shirts, their lips again locked in a loving tussle. Sandra wasn't quite sure how far she wanted things to go and yet at the same time found herself incredibly aroused. Lucy's hand moved to cover her breast and gently squeeze it and she found that she didn't say no. It was a tender squeeze, not the rough grope that was typical of the boys that she'd been with and combined with her friend's tongue twirling around in her mouth ... well ... wow. It wasn't much longer until Lucy's hands became more adventurous and were brushing against the fabric of her panties. Sandra panicked a little. "Lucy," she started. The hand froze in response. "I'm sorry Sandra," Lucy whispered, afraid that she'd upset her friend by going too far too soon. "Its ok, I'm just a little confused right now, can we just sleep?" "Sure Sandy," Lucy said, giving her friend another kiss. Sandra spun around within Lucy's arms and lay facing away from her, Lucy's arm draped around her as she snuggled close, spooning with her friend. Her hand closed over Sandra's ripe breast and Sandra didn't bother objecting, enjoying the touch as she drifted off to sleep. ------------ The following day Sandra was incredibly nervous as she drove home, thinking about the fact that she was both going to meet her father's girlfriend and that she'd have to look her father in the eye after having sucked his cock. She was terrified that he'd know that she'd done it. Her parents had been young when they'd had her, being something of an accident. What it meant was that her father was somewhat younger than those of all her friends and as a keen triathlete, he was certainly a hell of a lot fitter than most of them. As to his girlfriend, she had no idea what to expect. Especially considering that she had apparently left him tied naked to the bed whilst leaving the house. With her mind still whirling with confused thoughts, she approached the front door and rang the doorbell, not wanting to give the impression that she would just walk into the house just because she had a key, thinking that might lead to suspicion about the previous day. After a few moments, her father came rushing to the door and opened it, his face splitting into a beaming grin as he drank in the sight of her. Sandra barely managed to squeeze out hello and take a step into the house before he seized her in a bear hug, just like he had always done since she was a tiny girl. He spun her around before placing her back down inside the entrance hall where she managed to get her first glimpse of his girlfriend. Sandra couldn't help but be shocked at first because she looked so young. Sandra was 20 and it didn't look like this girl was very much older than herself, certainly she was less than 30! "Sandy, I'd like you to meet Rachel," Devon said as he released her. Sandra eyed off the other woman, taking in the details. Bright red hair in a cute pixie cut, Bigger breasts than her own, wide hips but a slim waist, she was wearing a cute floral summer frock. Pierced ears, conservative nail polish, white strappy sandals. All in all, there wasn't anything to fault Sandra quickly realised and only at that moment realising that that was what she'd been looking for. At the same time, Rachel was taking in the sight of her boyfriend's daughter. It still freaked her out a bit to be involved with a guy who's daughter was almost her own age. At 25, she wouldn't have expected to be dating someone10 years older than herself, but Devon was so much fun that she now couldn't imagine not dating him. She held out her hand tentatively, as much a peace offering as anything as she saw Sandra assessing her just as she herself was doing. Devon didn't yet know that Rachel had been known to fool around with girls and given how hot his daughter had turned out to be, she thought it best that she left it that way, even as she imagined what it would be like to peel Sandra's tight jeans down her lithe legs. "Nice to meet you Sandra, your Dad never stops talking about you," she offered as an opening. Sandra blushed. "Nice to meet you too, Rachel," Sandra replied. Devon all but sighed as the reception appeared to go off without catastrophe and asked Sandra where her bags were. Sandra told him they were in the car and the three of them went out to get them, Sandra beginning to fill the others in on her time at school as her father's questioning began. "No boyfriend?" Devon asked his daughter. "Nothing serious," Sandra replied, "I dated a couple of guys, but none worth sticking with." "Yes, finding someone worth that can be a trial," Rachel offered. Sandra wasn't quite sure how to take it. Before long, Sandra was in her old room, unpacking and then joined her father and his girlfriend downstairs for a drink and more catching up. As they sat down out on the patio, Sandra couldn't help but notice the little touches that kept passing between her father and Rachel, fingers lingering on legs, gentle caresses, a little petting. She had to smile. Clearly the two of them enjoyed each other and Sandra decided then and there to give Rachel latitude and not be picky about the fact that she appeared to be so young. ---------------------- "What's she like?" Lucy asked her that night when Sandra called to report in. "She's actually really really nice," Sandra admitted. "Is she good looking?" "Yeah, actually she's pretty hot. Young too! She's only 25," Sandra confessed, having managed to get that information out of her during the afternoon. "Wow, your dad's a stud hey?" Lucy laughed. "Heh," Sandra grunted. "As long as she's not hotter than me and you don't get funny ideas," Lucy poked. "What do you mean funny ideas?" Sandra asked. "That maybe you should kiss her or something," Lucy said, voice trailing off as she realised that she risked giving away how she felt about Sandra/ "Yeah, sure, like I'm going to kiss my father's girlfriend!" --------------------- As the next couple of days passed, Sandra had no more reason to object than before as she spent time with Rachel. It turned out they had very similar tastes in music and clothing and shoes and so it was easy to accept her, if not become outright friends. The fact that Rachel climbed into her father's bed at night really placed the only lingering barrier to their being friends in their own right. For her part, Rachel was somewhat torn. She was lusting after her boyfriend's daughter. Sandra was, she admitted to herself, fucking hot. And being summer, she kept prancing around the house in tiny daisy dukes and flirty summer frocks that moved so nicely over her athletic figure. That and the tiny lacy thongs that kept cropping up in the washing left her in a constant state of arousal which she took out as often as she could on Devon. ---------------------- Ever since the conversation that she'd had with Lucy, Sandra couldn't help assessing Rachel in a different way. Was she hotter than Lucy? Would she kiss her if the opportunity presented itself? She couldn't say yes or no. It wasn't that simple. And it made her think of what her Dad would think if she found the two of them with their lips stuck together, which somehow led her to thinking of his hard cock in her mouth. She groaned as her fingers drifted to her pussy. She really needed to get off. "I'm going to go see a move with Lucy," Sandra announced mid-morning, needing to get away from her spiralling thoughts. "ok, have fun," her father replied. Sandra couldn't help but notice that Rachel broke out in a grin at the announcement and as Sandra left the room, she glanced back to see Rachel whispering in her father's ear. Devon was grinning. Sandra left and drove to the end of the street before parking the car and walking back to the house. She quietly let herself through the gate on the side and moved down toward where the window to her father's room was. She peered in. Her father was on the bed, once again restrained, though this time not alone. Rachel was there as well, dressed in a black thong, her large breasts free of restraint. She was leaning over her father and dragging her nipple across her father's chest and up toward his mouth where her pendulous breasts flopped against his face, his tongue seeking to lick at a nipple. Sandra glanced lower, seeing her father's hard cock, remembering what it had felt like in her hand and mouth. She squeezed her legs together as she watched Rachel dangle her nipples in her father's mouth, teasing him, pulling them back when he'd had but a moment to savour each one. After a while of this teasing, she stood over him before squatting over his face, rubbing her thong against him. Sandra could only see the rear part of the action and found herself ogling Rachel's firm butt as she ground herself against the helpless Devon. The black string of the thong disappeared under her butt and Sandra found herself wondering what the other girl's pussy would look like and if that thong would be as soaked as the panties that she herself was wearing. Rachel slid her way down Devon's body, breasts dragging over him, lips and tongue working away at his skin until she had his cock trapped in her cleavage. She moved up and down, crushing him whilst reaching with her hands to pull at Devon's nipples. Then with a further movement she was sucking on his cock and Sandra pressed her hand between her legs as she again recalled having that very cock in her mouth. She wanted to stay, curious as to what else would take place, but also didn't want to get caught. Caution won and she quietly made her way back to her car, panties clinging to her sopping pussy. Tied -------------------------- Sandra sat in the theatre with Lucy, their hands entwined together. She kept thinking about what her father was up to with Rachel and was becoming more and more aroused, whilst taking in less and less of the film. She kept picturing Rachel's butt as she pressed herself up against her father's face and straddled him. It was round and tight and sexy. And of course there was her father's hard cock. All of it was combining to distract her. She felt Lucy squeeze her hand and squeezed back. The reminder that she was there led Sandra to think about the night she'd spent with Lucy and how gorgeous her friend had looked as she'd stripped down to her panties and t-shirt to go to bed ... about her hand on her breast ... and her tongue in her mouth. Sandra disengaged her hand from her friends and placed it instead on her thigh, feeling the smooth skin that began below the very short hemline of Lucy's skirt. Lucy mimicked her and in a few moments, as she had half expected, Lucy's hand started to slowly move higher up under her own skirt. Sandra was so aroused that she shut out any thoughts of who was doing what to her, she simply went with the fact that her pussy was dripping with excitement and desire and that there was someone with her who seemed willing to help her out. She shuffled her butt forward on the seat and spread her knees, Lucy's hand quickly travelling beneath her skirt to caress her panties, rubbing the wet fabric against her pussy. Sandra leaned her head on her friend's shoulder and closed her eyes, ignoring the movie and concentrating on the pleasure that was building with the ever increasing adventurousness of her friend's fingers. When she felt the crotch of her panties moved aside, Sandra bit down on her lip, stifling the threatening gasp before she could be caught out in the cinema as Lucy's fingers began to touch her pussy for real. They teased up and down her wet slit and dipped between her lips, pushing inside. Sandra felt a need to do something in return and moved a hand to her friend's chest, squeezing and manipulating her breast, feeling the firm nipple thrusting out through both the bra and the t-shirt to press against her palm. Lucy turned her head to Sandra's and drew their mouths together as her fingers delved between her legs. She didn't know what had brought it on after her friend and been so cautious in her bed, but she wasn't going to turn down something she'd been longing for so much. "Should we leave?" Lucy whispered, thinking that perhaps they could escape the cinema and she could take Sandra somewhere private. "No, this is good for now," Sandra replied breathily. Lucy resigned herself to being lucky that she'd managed to bring her friend this far and they watched the rest of the movie with the occasional kiss and a lot of finger-play between Sandra's legs. After the movie, Sandra said goodbye, telling her friend that she'd promised that she'd be home for dinner with her father and Rachel, leaving Lucy disappointed and horny, yet hopeful that things may yet go even further. Sandra promised that they'd get together Friday night. -------------- Returning home, Sandra couldn't help but notice the glow of satisfaction that seemed to exist between her father and Rachel, who'd obviously continued to enjoy their time together whilst she was at the movies with Lucy. Oddly, she felt a twinge of jealousy that they had had such a good time, but also realised that she could have had fun with Lucy and likely enjoyed herself immensely if she'd been open to the experimentation. She wondered what it was that stopped her from going back to Lucy's house. Why had she fabricated the promise to be home for dinner? She knew that she couldn't get the sexual satisfaction that she needed after teasing herself all day, and yet here she was anyway. She found that she was now viewing both her father and Rachel as sexual objects, wondering what it would be like to be with either of them or even just to get to watch them in their room for an entire session. "You ok?" Rachel asked her as they stood doing the dishes together later. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" she replied. "You just seem a little distracted, distant maybe," Rachel said. "Oh, off with the fairies?" Sandra laughed. "Yeah." "Oh its ok, just thinking about stuff," Sandra smiled. She was very conscious of how close they were as they moved about the kitchen, Rachel drying and Sandra washing. Every now and then as Rachel moved behind her to put something away, she'd feel a brush against her skirt and it was only building on all the things that had been spinning about her head. "Um, Rachel?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes?" Rachel responded. "Have you ever been with a girl, you know, like sexually?" Sandra blurted out as she tried a different tact, trying to get it out there before she changed her mind. Rachel turned to look at her boyfriend's daughter, all too conscious of the little brushes she'd been making against her butt, worried she might have overstepped, that maybe she would be getting offside with someone that she really didn't want to. "Why do you ask?" she settled for after considering and discarding other responses. "Um, I'm curious? I kind of what to talk about something, but need to know if there's any poin?" "Ok," Rachel said hesitantly, "then yes, I have." She found her heart pounding faster, eyes glued to Sandra's, trying to gauge where it was going. "Right, ok, then maybe you can help. You see I have a friend and the other night, well, we were talking about things that had happened at school and stuff and she asked me if I'd kissed any girls. I hadn't and told her and well, um ... er ... shit, .. oh crap, well we ended up kissing." "ok," Rachel replied, working desperately to avoid giving away any clue as to the fact that she was incredibly turned on by the foundling conversation and the thought of Sandra's lips locked together with another girls. "Well, its just, like ... am I gay because I liked it?" Sandra asked, thinking that she suddenly sounded lame as shit. "Um, I wouldn't have thought one kiss would be enough to say that," Rachel said. "I mean, I assume you've kissed boys?" Sandra nodded in response. "Well would you stop doing that? Was it good enough that you'd never want a relationship with a boy?" "No, not at all, I mean it's just well, oh I dunno, I think I need to think some more, I'm just babbling." She pulled the plug from the sink as her father walked back in to join them. Sandra flashed a look at Rachel that made it very clear that this was not a topic to be discussed in front of her father as he stepped between them and pulled them into a three-way hug. ------------ That night, as she knelt between Devon's legs, his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth, Rachel kept churning thoughts of Sandra kissing another girl. Not knowing who it was, she found herself putting her own face in the picture. She reached between her legs and started to finger her clit, imagining Sandra walking into the room behind her that very moment and burying her face in her pussy as she sucked on Devon's cock. She couldn't take the ache for long and quickly mounted Devon's pole and rode him to orgasm before collapsing on his chest. ------------- Sandra was in her room, the handle of her hairbrush sliding in and out of her sopping pussy, finally giving herself relief from the sexual tension that had been mounting higher and higher throughout the day. She eventually came hard, the lingering image in her mind being that of Rachel kneeling on the bed over her restrained father, her mouth sliding up and down his cock and remembering the feeling of her girlfriend slipping her fingers into her pussy at the cinema. ------------------- It was at an odd moment that Rachel recalled her conversation with Sandra and even stranger that what stood out from her about the whole conversation was the fact that Sandra had mentioned being at her friend's house 'the other night' because as far as Rachel was aware, Sandra had slept in her room every night since she'd arrived back in town. She kept waiting for a chance to explore that conversation with Sandra, but there didn't seem to be many opportunities, until Sandra announced that she'd been spending Friday night with Lucy and that she might even end up staying at her house rather than paying for cab fare if they drank too much for her to drive home again. "Is Lucy the girl?" Rachel asked. "The girl?" "The one that kissed you?" "Oh, yeah, she is," Sandra admitted, blushing. "Are you planning on letting her do it again?" Rachel probed. "Maybe, if it feels right at the time." "I was thinking about our conversation the other day and I think that's probably just the right approach to take," Rachel advised. "See what happens. If it works for you, good, if it doesn't, well there's no harm in having experimented a little, but if she's your friend, above all, be honest, because I'm sure that you don't want to lose that." Sandra gave the advice some thought. "Thanks, I think you're right," she said. They chatted some more and during that time, Rachel managed to get out of Sandra that she'd been at her friend's the night before she'd come to stay with her father without Sandra being aware of what she'd admitted to. At least, not until she was on her way over to Lucy's/ "Oh well," she thought to herself later, even if she knows I was in town, I doubt she'd suspect that I sucked Dad off! Rachel was thinking exactly that though. Could it have been Sandra that came into the house whilst she left Devon helpless on the bed? She had a key. It would explain things ... weird as it could be. Rachel was surprised at just how turned on she was by the thought of Devon's hot little girl coming home to find him naked on the bed and sucking him off and leaving again. If only she could ask. She thought about finding her own father in that position ... nope, no way would she do that! ------------------- After a fun night of dancing and drinking, Lucy and Sandra discussed where they should spend the night. "I think we should sleep at your house," Lucy suggested, "I want to see your Dad's hot girlfriend!" Lucy exclaimed. "Nooo," Sandra complained, but in the end, lost the argument and so the two of them clambered out of the taxi at 4am and made their way to her room for sleep. Lucy pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top, kissing her, following up on the touches and kisses that the girls had exchanged through the night. Sandra was horny and drunk enough to allow her friend to do whatever she wanted and soon found herself topless on the bed with Lucy moving from one nipple to the other and back again, sucking and nibbling as her hands played with the firm mounds. Lucy's leg was grinding against her friend's thigh. Lucy kissed Sandra and worked at removing her skirt, breaking the kiss when she'd managed to release the zipper so that she could pull it down her legs. Sandra felt the cool air of her room on her pussy as her thong went with the skirt and was really still registering the fact that Lucy had her naked when she gasped aloud as Lucy's tongue swept over her pussy. She quickly lost herself in the pleasure of Lucy's attention as her tongue slipped up and down her pussy, probing in her folds, caressing and exploring. Sandra parted her legs and Lucy revelled in getting to taste her friend for the first time, working her own clothes off so that she too could be naked. She slid a finger into Sandra's pussy as she began to lick rhythmically at her clit. She felt Sandra's hands grasping her head, tangled in her brown hair and then she was cumming. Lucy licked gently until Sandra would take no more, then joined her on the bed, kissing her friend, her juices on her lips as their tongues twined together. "Wow," Sandra whispered in the dark of the room, conscious of Lucy's breasts crushed against her. "I'm so glad you let me do that." "I'm glad I let you too," Sandra answered, kissing her friend and again tasting the lingering presence of her own pussy juice. She thought that she should offer to return the favour, but couldn't quite get herself to go there. They lay together, Lucy not pushing for anything and were soon asleep in each other's arms. Rachel had been awakened by the sound of the girls attempting to come into the house quietly. Devon slept on blissfully, exhausted from their earlier celebration of having the house to themselves. She slipped from their shared room, curious as to whom Sandra had brought home and once she thought it was safe, moved to stand outside the door to her room. She listened until it was clear that everything was over, her fingers teasing herself as she imagined what was transpiring on the other side. Long after she thought that they must have been asleep, she opened the door quietly and peered in. There were two people in the bed together, but it was too dark to make out any details. Rachel wanted desperately to get a closer look, but decided against it and instead went back to bed. Rachel rose early the next day, wanting to be sure that she would get to see whoever it was that Sandra had had stay the night. She was rewarded when the two girls eventually made their way into the kitchen, quite possibly lured by the smell of the blueberry pancakes that Rachel had cooked. "Damn they smell good Rachel. This is my friend Lucy," Sandra said by way of introduction as the two girls seated themselves at the table. Rachel took her time to surreptitiously survey Sandra's friend as she distributed pancakes and made idle chat with the two girls, very much approving of what she saw. She could feel eyes boring into her back when she stood at the stove, flipping the next pancake and that combined with the thought of what the two girls had been up to the previous night had her loins aflame. She excused herself from the room to take some pancakes to Devon. "Wow, she's hot!," Lucy said when she thought Rachel would be beyond hearing range to deliver the pancakes. "I know, I can't believe she's doing my Dad though," Sandra giggled. "Well your Dad is kind of hot you know," Lucy said, drawing dagger eyes from her friend. "What? Admit it, of all our friends, your Dad is the only one that could be considered worth fucking." "Well, that may be true, but geez, that's my Dad!" Sandra laughed, whilst inwardly wondering whether Lucy really would do what she had if presented with him tied up on the bed. "I bet that Rachel looks awesome in her underwear, her curves are just spectacular," Lucy mused. "Is sex all you ever think about?" Sandra laughed, throwing a small piece of pancake across the table. "Only with people as hot as you," Lucy teased in return. "Ones that let me lick their most private parts." Sandra blushed at the comment, remembering the previous night and just how horny she'd been, surprised to find herself getting aroused from the chat over the table. "Well maybe I'll let you do it again some time," Sandra said, poking out her tongue, "If you're nice to me." "Nice to you? Of course I'll be nice to you, every little step of the way until you cum!" As she finished, Rachel walked back into the room, having crept quietly along the hall to see what the girls might be talking about in her absence. The two younger girls blushed as Rachel did no more than raise a quizzical eyebrow at them. -------------- Over the course of the next few days, Sandra allowed Lucy to explore her body further and slowly break down the barriers of her resistance to doing more. She sucked and played with Lucy's breasts and even started to explore her pussy with her fingers, but just couldn't quite bring herself to slip her tongue into her friend's pussy. She could tell that Lucy desperately wanted her to do it, but was also grateful for the fact that she never made an issue of it, accepting Sandra's desire to explore her friend at her own pace. At home, Sandra found herself thinking more and more about Rachel in a way that would make her blush when she realised what was happening, though not as much as she would blush when she continued to find herself thinking about her father. Lucy's comments about him had stuck with her, as did the memory of sucking him and then spying on him with Rachel. The more she thought on it, the more she tried to think of a way to get to see him, or better yet, touch him again. It was very distracting and she realised that she'd all but eliminated thoughts of people other than Lucy, Rachel and her Father from her desires. She was hardly even perving elsewhere at all! Slowly she formulated a plan. Thus it was that she found herself on her bed, naked and waiting. The plan was possibly simple. She had first touched her father when she'd found him prone and unknowing and wondered what his reaction would be to the same sort of encounter. She opened her bedroom window and arranged things to make it look like there'd been a hurried exit. Then she'd tied her ankles to the bed and slipped on a blindfold. Now she lay with handcuffs ready to snap in place and restrain her hands. When she heard the door opening, she'd restrain herself, the door to her room cracked open just enough to invite someone to peek in. Devon had told her that he would be home early today and that Rachel had to work late, so he'd suggested that they catch an early movie. That had triggered her into action. The front door opened and she clicked the handcuffs into place, knowing she'd left the key on the bedside table, obvious, but out of reach. Then, she hissed relatively loudly, hoping that it would be loud enough for her father to hear, but not so obvious that she would be shouting the house down ... "Hey, come back, you can't leave me here like this!" Rachel paused when she heard Sandra call out. She wondered just what was going on and made her way to the younger girl's room. Peering through the slightly ajar door, she bit down on her lip. There she was, naked, legs spread with her ankles tied to the corners, hands above her head, her lovely breasts flattened against her chest, but her nipples standing proud and erect. As she heard someone enter the room, Sandra realised the difference between her position and the one that she'd found her father in. Whilst her father assumed it would be his girlfriend to return, it was clear that the only person expected in the house that afternoon was Devon, meaning that she would know it was her father. She couldn't very well beg him to touch her, she'd have to play like she'd been busted and beg to be released. Rachel stood by the bed, eyes drinking in the sight of the helpless young girl. Her pussy was neatly cropped, a landing strip of brown hair leading down to her puffy pussy lips and she desperately wanted to run her fingers through it. She knew that Sandra must know that someone was there and given that Devon was the one that was supposed to be home, she must think she'd just been busted by her father. Rachel waited for the panicked response but was surprised when it didn't come. "Daddy?" Sandra said quietly, sensing the presence of someone beside the bed. "I'm sorry, this must look bad ... but, well, please undo these for me?" She rattled the handcuffs against the iron bed head. Rachel wasn't sure what to do. Admit that it was her that had entered the room? She didn't really want to. What she really wanted was to take advantage of the girl on the bed. She kept glancing at the hard nipples, smaller than she would have expected for the size of her breasts, but a lovely pale pink in colour and rock hard. They seemed to call her name, begging. She wanted to taste one, to feel how hard it was. She lowered her bag to the floor and then reached out, cupping Sandra's lovely left breast, feeling the hard nipple rubbing against her palm. Sandra gasped at the contact, but arched herself toward it, feeling the hand close over her tit and squeeze. Tied "Daddy?!" Sandra gasped. Rachel said nothing. She leaned over and sucked on the nipple instead, drawing it roughly into her mouth, sucking hard in line with the desire that was coursing through her, flicking her tongue back and forth against the stiff nub as she felt her own nipples respond in kind. With her other hand she grabbed Sandra's other breast, kneading and moulding it, delighting in its firm weight, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger. "Oh fuck, Daddy!" Sandra gasped as she felt her second nipple played with. Her pussy was alive and she wished that it would be dealt with as well. She pictured her father leaning over her, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth as his cock hardened. She wondered just how far he would go. Would he penetrate her? She'd really expected that he'd simply untie her and simply have to deal with being tied and naked in front of him. What was happening now exceeded those expectations and drove her perverse desire even further. She felt fingers trail through her landing strip and groaned, spreading her knees, welcoming the touch, willing it to delve between her legs, to feel how wet she was. Rachel was breathing heavily. Hearing the way that Sandra gasped Daddy was driving her nuts. She couldn't believe that Sandra clearly thought it was her father that was doing this to her and yet wasn't calling for him to stop and release her. Part of her was disgusted, but the deviant and certainly dominant side of her pictured Devon in her position, knowing how hard his cock would be, wishing that she could spy on them as he explored his daughter while she watched. She saw the way that Sandra's knees parted and slipped her finger down along her pussy. It was soaking wet and she dragged her finger through her moisture before bringing it to her lips to taste. She wanted so much more, but decided that perhaps she should be restrained. She tried to imagine how she would bring it to a close if she removed the blindfold ... what if Sandra freaked that it wasn't her father; that she'd not reacted the way a daughter should? Rachel picked up her bag from the floor and took the key from the bedside table, even as she watched Sandra's chest rising and falling with her breathy gasps in the sudden absence of attention. With a last, lingering look at Sandra's perfect nakedness, she moved around to the window side of the bed and pressed the key into her constrained hand. She then quickly moved to the window and clambered out. Once outside, she took her keys from her bag and ran to the car, climbing in and driving off, aroused and wondering how the hell this was going to play out. Sandra felt the key pressed into her hand and heard her father move to the window. She very carefully worked to release the handcuffs, desperately wanting to see her father, but not wanting to drop the key and truly be left helpless. She wondered why her father had gone out the window and decided that he probably felt guilty and wouldn't want to admit to what had happened, not knowing that Sandra had orchestrated her position for exactly that reason. Sandra was dressed again and pondering the whole episode when her father rang and apologised for the fact that he wouldn't be able to keep their date as he'd have to stay late at work. Sandra smiled, thinking that his panic must have taken him back to work. ---------------------- Rachel was thinking. She knew that someone had sucked Devon's cock whilst she'd left him helpless on the bed. She'd also just busted his daughter in a compromising position on a day when Devon had been expected to come home from work early. Putting that together with the comment several days earlier about having spent the night at a friend's when she hadn't been expected in town and Rachel couldn't help but think that she'd worked out who'd come in and sucked on her boyfriend's cock. The though that Sandra may have set up today's little 'situation' both scared her and aroused her simultaneously. She spent a long time wondering exactly what she could do with that information, especially each time her mind returned to the sight of Sandra tied naked on the bed and the feel of her hard nipple in her mouth. --------------------- Sandra spent a lot of time thinking about it to. When she did see her father again, he played innocent. She could scarcely believe it. She knew what she'd been through after sucking him, glances at his crotch, checking his eyes, looking for some sort of sign that she'd been busted. She'd seen none of that. Now she expected him to be doing the same ... checking her out, subtly trying to get a view of her tits or her arse. But there was nothing. Damn he was a good actor. She decided that she'd have to turn up the pressure if she wanted any sort of repeat performance. She started wearing less around the house, strolling from the bathroom to her room in her underwear, or coming to breakfast in t-shirts that didn't cover her belly and left her panties exposed, instead of something longer and a pair of cotton shorts. She could feel her father's eyes on her and couldn't help but think that Rachel too was starting to take more notice of her. For her part, Rachel was convinced. With what Sandra was wearing around the house, a priest would have been hard pressed to keep his hands to himself. It was definitely a turn on for Rachel and she noted that Devon's eyes had started lingering more and more on his daughter's body. Rachel wasn't quite sure how to handle it. From what she'd deduced, Sandra had sucked off her father and thought he'd sucked her tits. And clearly she wanted more! Having Sandra flaunting herself so outrageously was almost an insult. Had it been directed at herself, she'd have had more of an idea of how to treat it, but with her supposed to be oblivious, what did she do? Complain? Ask her to wear more because she was jealous of having to share Devon's perving gazes? She had to settle for confusion. -------------------------- Devon again found his eyes following his daughter as she walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Rachel was sleeping in and Sandra had just walked in wearing a pair of cute pink cotton panties and a t-shirt that barely covered her breasts. They clearly swung free of constraint beneath the material and her nipples were hard as rocks, clearly evident through the fabric. When she bent forward, he was torn between her tight arse and getting a glimpse of the underside of her tits as the t-shirt failed to cover them adequately. His cock stiffened and he again felt guilty about perving on his own daughter. Sandra smiled at him as she dropped the milk and cereal at the table. Then she paused behind him and wrapped her arms around him for a hug, wishing him good morning. He felt her tits crushed against his back and stifled a groan, his cock aching. Then she sat opposite, eating breakfast, whilst he tried to come up with something innocent to talk about whilst he attempted to get his erection down again. Sandra kept chatting regardless and in doing so, managed to dribble milk from her mouth, laughing and saying what a klutz she was, wiping it from her tits. All that achieved though was to rub the milk in and make those lovely firm breasts wobble and if possible, the nipples stiffen even more. After managing to do this a couple of times, there was an almost transparent area covering half her right breast and in particular her nipple. Sandra smiled as she noted that her father's gaze kept dropping to her tits. She squeezed her legs together, crushing her pussy lips between her thighs as she thought about how hard she must be making his cock. Devon eyed the wet material clinging to her nipple and found that he wanted nothing more than to be able to remove the t-shirt and see the whole breast or better yet, fondle it. Sandra picked up her juice and took a drink. She managed to fumble it and spill almost the entire contents down her front. "Shit!" she said as her t-shirt was drenched. Standing quickly from her chair, she quickly pulled it up and over her head, knowing that she was showing her father her chest in all its glory. Devon stared, mouth agape as his daughter pulled the messy t-shirt over her head and revealed her breasts to him. It was a very long time since he'd last seen his daughter naked and the large firm tits with their tiny pointed nipples were certainly not associated with that part of their lives. Until the last week or so, he'd certainly not associated that sort of view with his own daughter. As the t-shirt was removed, it was quickly used to cover them up again as Sandra held it in front of her, apologising to her father for being such a klutz. Devon mumbled something, his eyes following her tight butt as she walked from the room, desperately trying to ensure that the image of his daughter's tits was indelibly painted onto his retinas. Sandra wasn't sure what to do. She felt like her father's resistance was breaking down, but he still showed no signs of admitting that he'd ever touched her. Not even a little 'absent-minded' pat on her butt when they were in the same room. She longed to feel him touch her and wanted desperately to just pull down his pants and attack his cock, but if he was going to pretend there was nothing, she didn't want to push it. Rachel was still trying to think how to not ruin her relationship with Devon and yet take advantage of what she knew Sandra was up to. ---------------- "I have a question for you," Rachel said to Sandra. "Oh?" Sandra replied, curious. Devon had travelled out of town on business and Sandra's friend Lucy had suggested a girls' night in watching videos. And so they found themselves drinking wine and curled up together on the couch. Rachel had noted the touches exchanged by the two girls and desperately wanted to be a part of it. "Have you ever been tied up?" she asked somewhat out of the blue, wondering at the response it might get as she recalled Sandra on her bed. "Tied up? Like how?" Sandra asked. "Like for sex silly!" Lucy said laughing. Sandra hesitated, not sure whether to answer truthfully or not. "Come on, it's not like you'd forget," Lucy prodded. "Well, yes, I have," Sandra said, blushing. "ooh, you kinky thing, you didn't tell me that!" Lucy said. "What about you Lucy, have you?" Rachel asked. "No, can't say I have. And I think I'd rather do the tying personally, I don't like giving up that much control. Have you Rachel?" "Oh yes, been tied and done the tying," she said huskily. "And I bet you look hot tied up too," Lucy said, eyes travelling over Rachel's body. "No more so than you two would," She suggested in response. "I guess we'll never know," Lucy said with a wink before turning on Sandra. "So when were you tied up and who did it?" she demanded. "Secret," Sandra replied, recalling the day she'd set herself up for her father. "Nuh uh, no secrets," Lucy said. "Yes there are!" Sandra laughed, eyes flicking to Rachel. "Damn, now I just want to tie you both up," Lucy said with a heavy sigh. "Well you can tie me up if you like," Rachel replied, imagining letting Lucy do what ever she'd like to her. "Really?" Lucy asked, excited. "Sure, if you promise not to be too nice." "Er, what about Devon?" Lucy asked. "Well, you're just tying me up right ...?" "Oh yeah, of course," Lucy said, her imagination down-scaling the image she was forming of Rachel's large tits hanging out between ropes with their nipples ready for sucking. "Come on Sandy, let's tie her up" Lucy exclaimed enthusiastically. "Um, do you have rope?" she then referred to Rachel. "Sure, wait here," Rachel said, walking down the hall to the room she shared with Devon. Sandra and Lucy both eyed off the curvaceous form of her butt in the tight black yoga pants that she was wearing. "damn, talk about kinky," Lucy grinned at her friend. "yeah," Sandra replied, not wanting to admit how excited she was. Rachel returned with several ropes and handed them to Lucy. "So where do you want me?" Rachel asked; thrilled at the turn things had taken. "On a chair in the kitchen," Lucy said confidently. "What's the safe word going to be?" Rachel asked. "Safe word?" Lucy asked. "Yes, the word I say that means you stop whatever you are doing and release me," She replied. "Oooooh," Lucy said, "How about pyjamas?" "Sure, that works as well as anything," Rachel laughed, "And I can't exactly think that it would come up in conversation either." "Geez, spent much time thinking about it?" Sandra laughed. Lucy winked at her. The three of them went to the kitchen and Rachel sat down on a chair. Lucy pulled her hands behind her back and tied them there, then tied her ankles as well as Sandra stood by watching. "I think you should sit in a chair too Sandy," Lucy said. After a quick exchange and some begging, Lucy had her friend sitting back to back with Rachel so that neither of them could see what was going on behind them. Soon she too had her ankles and hands tied. Rachel was wearing a t-shirt over a lacy black bra in addition to her yoga pants. Lucy decided that she'd test each girl's limits, her pussy firing up as she started. At first she stood in front of each girl and simply reached out to play with their tits. Neither of them said anything, though Sandra gave her a very surprised look as she realised this was happening within reach of, if not sight of, her father's girlfriend. She had no idea that Lucy was doing it to Rachel too. Rachel just met Lucy's gaze and winked at her as the younger girl played with her breasts. Lucy took that to mean that although she'd only committed to being tied up, she was open to more as long as it wasn't obvious to Sandra. She took the waistband of Rachel's yoga pants and pulled them down around her curvy hips and arse until she had them down at Rachel's ankles. Rachel wore a thong that matched the black lacy bra that Lucy was yet to discover. Next Lucy moved back to Sandra and leaned in to kiss her, sliding her tongue between her lips, making sure that there was enough noise that it would be clear to Rachel that she was kissing Lucy behind her. Rachel squirmed on the seat, wondering if perhaps she'd gone too far allowing this to happen. She was so horny, she didn't think that she'd be able to say no to anything if she didn't stop it soon, but at the same time, having the hot young Lucy playing with her tits simply promised too much to say no. She listened to the sound of the girl's behind her and could tell that they were kissing. She was jealous, wanting those soft luscious lips on her own. She craned her head around, but couldn't see. Lucy returned to where Rachel sat and took her time surveying the older girl. She decided that she really wanted to see Rachel's tits. First though, she grabbed a clean tea towel and wrapped through her mouth and around the back of her head to gag her. "ok?" she asked. Rachel nodded and so Lucy grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it up far enough to reveal the lacy bra. Again she took the large orbs in her hands a played with them before reaching in behind to unsnap the clasp. It enabled her to free them a little, but not as much as she'd have liked. As she pondered the next step she walked back around to Sandra, pulling her own t-shirt off over her head as she went, drawing Rachel's gaze with her until she was too far for her to see. Sandra watched Lucy come back into view, discarding her t-shirt as she did so. As Sandra watched, Lucy shimmied from her track pants to stand in front of her in just a cotton thong. Then she was sitting over Sandra's knee, her pussy pressed firmly against her friend's thigh as she thrust her bare breast against Sandra's face. Sandra opened her mouth, taking Lucy's nipple between her lips, sucking and pulling, surprised at just how much she was enjoying herself. Lucy pulled her tit back and replaced it with the other, groaning at the sucking that her nipples were receiving, rubbing her wet pussy on Sandra's thigh, knowing her thong wasn't sufficient to stop the moisture from smearing all over her. She stood up again and looked down at where Sandra sat, her eyes alive and sparkling, then lifted her t-shirt to expose her breasts, knowing from earlier that like herself, Sandra hadn't been wearing a bra as they had watched the movie. Lucy pulled at Sandra's nipples, loving how hard they became, watching the pale pink skin stiffen. Then she left her to go back to Rachel. Rachel's eyes widened as she saw Lucy come back into view wearing nothing more than an obviously wet thong. "Too bad all I get to do is tie you up," Lucy said, picking up some more rope. "Have you ever been with a girl?" she paused as she watched Rachel nod her head, just grinning in response. Lucy eyed of Rachel's nipples. Much paler than either Sandra's or her own, they were larger as well. Big, round areola with small round tips, fitting nicely with Rachel's red hair and pale skin. She ran her finger over one then the other before leaning in to suck one into her mouth, feeling it stiffen as her tongue flicked back and forth and swirled around it. When she released it, she noted that the nipple had extended with the pleasure, not as long as her own, but enough to admire. Lucy took a spare length of rope and wound it around Rachel, over her shoulder, between her breasts, around her back, under her breasts, back up over the other shoulder ... around and around until her large breasts were tied. She felt them again, feeling how firm they were, constrained and tight. When she pulled on the nipples, Rachel's head went back in pleasure. Sandra wondered what Lucy was getting up to, suspecting by now that she'd crossed lines that she wasn't supposed to. Strangely, as she sat there, she found that it wasn't actually the fact that her father's girlfriend was willing to betray him that annoyed her as much as the fact that she herself was missing out on being part of it. Knowing that Lucy might have Rachel in a state of undress similar to her own simply caused her pussy to melt. As she considered that, Lucy came back into sight again and stood before her as she removed the last piece of her clothing. She played with herself before Sandra, sliding her hands over her body, pulling her nipples hard and slipping a finger between her sopping lips. She leaned in close to Sandra and wiped her juices across her friend's lips. Sandra licked her lips, tasting her friend for the first time, delighting in the lust that she saw reflected in Lucy's eyes as she watched it happen. Lucy put two fingers to her pussy lips and coated them liberally with her pleasure before grinding her pussy on Sandra's knee as she brought the fingers up to her lips and kissed her, sharing the taste from her fingers between them, their tongues darting about and duelling with each other. Lucy moved so that she could get her hand between Sandra's legs, plunging it within her cotton shorts, inside her panties and into her juicy pussy. With her fingers well coated she again brought them to her friend's lips and shared a wet kiss with her. Then she left, returning to where Rachel sat. Rachel's eyebrows lifted when Lucy appeared again, totally naked. Lucy dropped to the floor, pushing Rachel's knees apart and dragging her butt forward on the chair as she kissed and licked her way up Rachel's thighs. Rachel worked her butt forward, desperately wanting the little hottie's tongue inside her pussy. Just as Lucy reached her thong though, she swapped legs and kissed her way back out again. Rachel almost screamed in frustration, feeling her pussy soaking the thong she wore. With a cheeky wink, Lucy strolled back around the chair to Sandra's side. She kissed Sandra hard and again plunged her hand into her friend's shorts to lubricate her fingers. This time though, rather than share with Sandra, she walked around to Rachel. Tied With some quick gestures, Lucy made it clear to Rachel that what coated her fingers was Sandra's pussy juice. She moved the tea towel that had been gagging Rachel, then she fed those fingers to her. Lucy was surprised at just how hungrily Rachel sucked at her fingers, licking and slurping until no trace remained of her friend's scent or taste. She plunged her fingers into her own pussy before returning them to Rachel's mouth. When they were clean again, she slipped them into Rachel, earning a gasp and a thrust of her hips, demanding deeper penetration. Then she tasted them, sucking deeply right in front of Rachel's face. "Pyjama," Rachel mumbled as she watched. Lucy nearly missed it. She looked at Rachel, surprised. She'd not expected it so soon, nor to have heard it from Rachel first. Lucy was clearly disappointed as she began to release Rachel's bindings. "I thought you would have been up for more," Lucy said quietly. "I want more, I just don't want to be tied up for it," Rachel said, standing as the last of the ropes were released. She pulled Lucy to her and kissed her forcefully, hands roaming over the younger girl's body. "Hey, what's going on?" Sandra demanded, able to hear what was going on but not see. Lucy broke the kiss and led Rachel to stand before the still-tied Lucy. "This," she said, pulling Rachel in for another kiss, Rachel in her t-shirt and thong, having stepped out of her yoga pants and Lucy completely naked. Sandra watched, turned on by the sight, unable to reach or participate. When Lucy pulled Rachel's top off and then removed her bra, she groaned. Rachel was pulling at Lucy's long nipples, twirling and teasing them even as Lucy bent her head to suck on Rachel's big light pink nipples. "Fuck that's hot, let me join in," Sandra panted from the seat. "All you have to do is say the word," Lucy teased, moving Rachel closer until they both had their breasts inches from Sandra's reaching tongue. "What word?" Sandra asked, wriggling on the chair. "The safe word," Rachel said, smiling as she slid her fingers into Lucy's pussy and then sucked them clean. "Don't tell me you've forgotten?" Lucy dropped to her knees and worked her tongue between Rachel's lips. Rachel tipped her head back and moaned, her hands pulling Lucy's head to her pussy, her large breasts thrusting proudly from her chest. She looked back down over Lucy's head to Sandra, licking her lips before quietly mouthing the word, "pyjama." "Pyjama!" Sandra shouted triumphantly. Lucy stopped her oral attention between Rachel's legs and turned to smile at her friend before she and Rachel untied her bonds. As Rachel bent to release the ankle ropes, Lucy pulled Sandra's t-shirt from her and kissed her hard. Rachel stared at the wet thong that Sandra was wearing and after releasing her ankles, simply pushed her legs apart and rubbed her pussy before sliding her fingers beneath the material to seek the treasure beyond. "I think we should go to your room Sandra," Lucy suggested when they broke from their kiss. There was general agreement and the three girls grabbed their clothes and relocated. When they were in the room, Rachel pushed Sandra down onto her bed, climbing over her to plant a kiss soundly upon her lips, her tongue sliding between them, exploring. Lucy watched as Rachel's breasts hung pendulously beneath her, nipples grazing against Sandra's flattened tits. She moved behind Rachel and dragged the black lace thong from its intimate embrace, revealing Rachel's pussy at long last. Rachel's lips were a lovely swollen pale pink, covered in neatly trimmed pale red pubic hair. Parting her cheeks with her hands, Lucy slid her tongue up the line of Rachel's slit, drawing a satisfied moan from her, encouraging further oral exploration. As Rachel and Sandra kissed, Lucy moved between their pussies, licking first one, then the other, using her fingers as well as her tongue to stimulate and pleasure them until she found Rachel making her way down Sandra's body seeking to place her tongue in the hole that Lucy had been enjoying. Lucy went with the movement, focussing on Rachel's pussy, rubbing her engorged little clit with her thumb as her tongue speared in and out of her vagina. She could hear Sandra whimpering and mewing as Rachel worked her pussy over, teasing her clit and slipping her fingers into her welcoming folds. Rachel paused in her licking as she felt herself approaching climax. Lucy had her right on the edge and with a couple of firm rubs of her clit, tipped the balance. She cried out, feeling the explosion start near the base of her spine and rip through her body as she collapsed on top of Sandra. She lay there for a few moments, Sandra's hands playing in her red hair as she enjoyed the waves of her orgasm. As they subsided, she resumed, enjoying the delighted gasps that again escaped Sandra's lips. Lucy moved to kiss Sandra as Rachel watched from between Sandra's legs, delighting in knowing that Lucy's lips would be covered in the nectar from her loins, just as hers were being coated with Sandra's. With the additional attention, it wasn't long before Sandra had joined Rachel as the recipient of an orgasm. They both turned to Lucy. "Your turn," Rachel told Lucy as Sandra made room for her on the bed. Lucy gladly lay down, her hands reaching to play with the other girls' breasts as they began to kiss her all over her body. Rachel was closer to her waist and naturally made her way below whilst Sandra devoted her attention to Lucy's amazingly long nipples, sucking and pulling, biting and twisting, all the while watching Rachel as she worked her tongue between Lucy's legs. She wondered whether she could do it. She'd tasted Lucy now, thanks to her time in the chair, but there was still a mental barrier to actually running her tongue over another girl's pussy. When Lucy came, Rachel moved to kiss Sandra and she willingly accepted, tasting again the fruits of her friend, all the while thinking about whether she could make that leap to lick her pussy or not. "Should we watch the rest of the movie?" Lucy asked with a giggle as they lay about the bed with each other, hands gently touching various parts of each other's anatomies. They all giggled, but decided to watch, making their way back to the living room, dragging the bedding with them so they could curl up naked and tease each other. No one mentioned Devon, there seeming to be a general consensus that the mood shouldn't be spoiled. ----------------------- After Lucy had left and Devon had returned, Sandra and Rachel found things a little strained. Neither of them wanted to mention their encounter, though neither of them wanted to forget it either. They would often find themselves alone around the house when Devon was working and there was a continuing temptation to drag each other off to a bedroom. Small touches spoke for the desire ... a lingering finger along a forearm, the brush of a hand across a tight buttock, even a carefully placed peck of a kiss on the side of the neck as one or the other was doing the dishes. For all the desire though, they held off. It seemed that without Lucy, to drive them further, they were tangled and torn between their desire and their love and respect for Devon, regardless of the night they'd forgotten it all. The sexual tension did nothing to relieve the thoughts that Sandra was having about her father either. If anything it made it worse as she found herself continually moving about the house in a state of heightened arousal, like a dog on heat. She would retreat to her room and pound her pussy with a vibrator, or linger in the shower in the morning with the head wedged firmly between her legs as the sprays massaged her clitoris. She even had to put up with hearing Rachel and Devon going hard at it when they thought she was asleep and wouldn't hear. Every time it happened, Sandra felt like sneaking from her room and walking in, demanding to be included. She took out her frustration by teasing her father mercilessly, continuing to stroll around the house in almost nothing. She would walk from the shower to her room with a towel wrapped only about her waist, her firm tits jiggling freely as she walked past him in the hall, watching the pained expression on his face as he tried desperately not to look. She would hug him long and hard in the mornings, especially if Rachel wasn't about, making sure to crush her tits against him. If he was sitting at the table, she'd lean over his back, crushing them from behind, her hair falling near his face where he could smell the conditioner she washed with. She wanted to try tying herself up again, but the opportunity didn't seem to present itself. Frustrated, she continued to plot and plan, wondering how the hell she might get to take the step she now knew she wanted ... to feel her father's cock spear into her pussy. If only Rachel would leave him tied up again, but she figured that she'd be unlikely to do that if Sandra was staying in the house still. In order to try and escape the insanity for a while, she decided to spend a couple of days with Lucy before the summer was ended and she had to go back to school. Lucy was more than happy to have her there and it was some time after her arrival before they even made it back out of Lucy's bedroom. When she did, she planned a surprise trip home, hoping against hope, knowing that being Saturday, both Rachel and her father had the day off and the house to themselves. --------------------- Unbeknownst to Sandra, Rachel was also in turmoil. She too was too aware of the tension between them and desperately wanted to be able to take Sandra aside and fuck her. She wished that she could crawl into her bed in the morning or join her in the shower, but with Devon home, it was out of the question. The little touches and teases drove her crazy and resulted in her dragging Devon into the bedroom and fucking him mercilessly on several occasions as she sought to satisfy her desires. She even snuck into Sandra's room one afternoon and found her vibrator, sliding it into her pussy over and over again, wishing that Sandra was there to share the experience with her. When Sandra announced that she'd be going to Lucy's for a couple of days, Rachel's mind raced. She was sure now that Sandra had sucked her father's cock, even though he had no idea. The more she thought about the idea, the more she found her opinion changing, especially when she considered that it may just provide a path for the three of them to live together ... and even play together. Eventually the thought led her back to the time that she'd left Devon alone in the house, tied up. That first time that may have precipitated Sandra sucking on her father's cock. That Saturday, alone in the house together, Rachel took the opportunity to tie her lover to the bed again. She moved her car from the driveway and made a call to Sandra's cell, letting her know that she had left her phone charger on the kitchen bench should she need it. Sandra was almost disappointed when she received the call from Rachel. If she was expected home, there was unlikely to be anything kinky going on. She decided to collect the charger anyway. She was surprised to find that Rachel's car was absent upon her arrival and assumed that they must have gone out. Sandra went to the kitchen, picking up her charger before turning to leave. As she was about to though, she heard her father. "Rachel?" he called out. Sandra's heart skipped a beat. She moved quietly to the door of her father's room and for the second time found him restrained on the bed, flaccid cock ready for the world to have its way. Sandra was stunned. Why would Rachel have made the call and then left her father like this? She couldn't work it out. Part of her ended up rationalising that maybe it was a game ... maybe part of the turn on was hearing someone come into the house whilst tied to the bed. Maybe she hadn't been supposed to come to the bedroom, nor hear father call out. Despite all those maybes, there was one certainty. Sandra wasn't leaving without taking advantage of the situation. She carefully placed her bag on the floor and moved to the bed where she lowered her mouth over her father's flaccid cock and sucked and teased until he stiffened. The feeling of him swelling in her mouth excited her no end, her pussy coming alive and her nipples hardening as butterflies fluttered about in her belly. Devon groaned as the mouth worked away wonderfully at his cock, excited that Rachel had returned to surprise him again. She even seemed to take a different approach to sucking him, no doubt to extend the illusion that some stranger had come into the house to take advantage of him. Sandra sucked away, taking the base of his shaft in her hand and pumping him, determined that this time she would stay long enough for him to cum. As she worked his cock, her other hand groped between her legs, rubbing her jeans against her pussy, feeling the moisture that was being generated by her desire soaking through her lace thong. She thought back to having watched Rachel when she had her father in this position, remembering the way she'd straddled him, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She also remembered seeing that pussy up close and personal and desire coursed through her body. Hurriedly, a decision made, Sandra stripped her jeans from her body, sliding them down her legs, her thong going with them until she was naked from the waist down. She climbed onto the bed and straddled her father, his hard cock flat against his stomach. She ground her pussy down on it, rubbing back and forth, feeling the moisture from her lips coat his cock as she slid over it, pushing him against his belly whilst leaning forward so that her clit ran along the length, sending shudders through her body. She didn't last. She wanted more. Grabbing her father's cock, she guided the head between her lips and slid down him, feeling his steel-hard shaft slide deep into her pussy. She ground down hard, moving her hips in circles, fingers playing with her clit as she sought to bring herself to orgasm. Rachel watched from the closet. Her fingers were plunging deep into her own pussy as she saw Sandra climb on the bed and slip her father's cock into her pussy. She was amazed at both how furiously Sandra was riding the cock and at how much she herself was being excited by watching. She desperately wanted to join in. She wanted to be behind Sanrda, fondling her tits or even sitting in front and kissing her as she rode her Dad's cock, but at the same time she suddenly worried that if she burst out now, Sandra would flip out completely. There mused that there had to be another way even as Sandra came. Sandra felt her insides go mental as she came, threatening to turn inside out from the force of her orgasm, her pussy clutching at the hard cock buried between its lips. She gave herself a moment before 'dismounting' and then stood beside the bed, looking at her juices coating her father's cock. She leaned over and sucked him into her mouth again, tongue swirling lovingly about it, tasting herself on his pole. She hummed as her mouth slid along his length and felt him thrusting his hips at her mouth with an urgency that she could understand. For the briefest of moments she thought about letting his cum spray all over himself and abandoning him, letting it be very clear that someone had had their way with him, but decided it was just too obvious. It would be bad enough she realised belatedly when Rachel hadn't even been there and someone had fucked him. There was no hiding the fact that she'd been in the house. As this flickered through her mind in the briefest of instants, Devon came, shooting his load of hot sticky cum into his daughter's mouth. She swallowed, taking his entire load before pulling her jeans back on and quickly exiting the room even as Devon started complimenting Rachel on how hot it was. As she went back through the kitchen, Sandra put her charger back on the bench, thinking this may at least sow some seed of doubt. Rachel stepped from the closet, naked, her fingers coated with the juices of her pussy, having cum hard when she saw that Sandra was swallowing her father's cum. She moved to the bed and began to untie him even as she heard Sandra's car pull out of the driveway. "That was amazing," Devon said to Rachel with a grin on his face, reaching for her tits after the blindfold was removed. "Yes it was," Rachel agreed, her nipples rock hard and tight. --------------------------- It was several days later and near the end of the summer break when Rachel next found herself alone with Sandra. They were in the kitchen, once again doing dishes. Sandra was at the sink with her hands in the water and Rachel came up behind her, running her hands over the younger girl's body, touching her gently, fingers tracking over her smooth skin. "That's a bit naughty," Sandra said as goose bumps travelled over her in response. She felt Rachel's hands slide up her thighs and into the legs of the short cotton shorts that she had on, slipping under her underwear, touching her intimately. They slipped out again and this time covered Sandra's firm tits, cupping them as Rachel pressed her own breasts against Sandra's back. "But you like naughty, don't you?" Rachel whispered in her ear, tongue flicking out to caress Sandra's lobe. "Mmm, I do," Sandra purred, her body responding. "I know you do, because I saw you riding your father's cock," Rachel said urgently but quietly, feeling Sandra's entire body stiffen like a plank as she realised what had been said. "What?" Sandra demanded belatedly. Rachel turned Sandra in her arms until they faced each other, keeping her hands on her body, teasing, distracting. "I left him tied on the bed and then called you, hid in the closet and watched. I know you were the one to suck him that first night when you weren't supposed to be in town," Rachel urged. Sandra was shaking her head, denying, but not managing to give life to her voice. "I liked it," Rachel assured her. "I want to share him with you." "What!?" Sandra finally demanded, pushing the other girl way. "What the fuck are you on about?" "I saw you suck the cum from your father's cock and it turned me on Sandra. And I stand here watching you tease him, walking around in almost nothing, making him hard but not being able to follow through. And not only does it make him hard, it fucking kills me because I want you too. I want you as bad as he does." She stepped close again, one hand seizing Sandra's breast and the other groping her crotch. Sandra was speechless and Rachel took advantage, thrusting her tongue into Sandra's mouth, kissing her hard, hands working to bring Sandra's desire somewhere near the level of her own. It worked and she groaned as Sandra returned the kiss. Moments later Rachel had dragged her down to the floor and torn their clothes off. They were tangled together naked on the kitchen floor, kissing and touching, both desperate for relief. Rachel worked her way down until she was able to devour Sandra's pussy, plunging her tongue between her lips, sucking and slurping, teasing her clit. She was relentless and continued until Sandra squealed and shook with an orgasm. "I wanted to suck your juices from your Dad's cock," Rachel whispered as she moved back up the younger girl's body. I wanted so badly to taste you on him, or to suck his cum from your pussy." "Oh God, that's so kinky!" Sandra said; surprised at the passion with which Rachel said it. "Yeah and it makes me so horny," Rachel replied, her fingers playing between her legs. She'd hoped that Sandra would eat her, return the oral favour, but she made no move. Rachel accepted it, surprised and happy to even still be in the house all things considered. Tied "Do you really want to share him?" Sandra asked; concern etched over every feature of her face. "Oh yes, I want to have you both anytime I want," Rachel groaned. "But how?" "Well, I've been thinking," Rachel said; eyes glittering. Sandra listened as she laid out the plan. ---------------------- Sandra had only two more days before she had to set off and return to school. She had committed to her father that she'd spend the night of her vacation with him and Rachel, but wanted to have another night with Lucy before they went their separate ways to college again. She told them that she'd be back around dinner time the following day. Lucy was of course glad to have her and the two of them went out dancing and drinking. They had a great time teasing everyone around them shaking their hot young bodies and leading a lot of people on without actually following through. In the cab ride on the way home they held hands, Lucy resting her head on Sandra's shoulder, conscious of the excited looks that the cabbie was casting into the rear-vision mirror. She played up to it, moving her hand to play with Sandra's tit when she knew that he was looking. A minor swerve to correct the direction of the car gave her a smile and she stopped then, waiting until they were back at her house before trying anything else. Sandra happily allowed Lucy to undress her, both their movements a little clumsy from their inebriation. She then took her turn to slip Lucy's clothes from her, pausing as she unveiled each new bit of skin to kiss it. When she came to her thong, Sandra knelt down so that as she slid the thong down Lucy's legs, her bald pussy was right in front of her. She leaned forward, lips puckered and planted a peck on her friend's bald mound, acutely conscious of the smell of Lucy's sex. She felt Lucy's hands in her hair, massaging her scalp. She lingered on her knees, planting more kisses, flicking her tongue out to lick at the very top of Lucy's slit. "Oh yes Sandy," Lucy murmured. Sandra pushed her down onto the bed. She was going back to college soon and Lucy had awakened something in her that she didn't think she'd be able to put away again. She felt that she needed to take one more step and that Lucy deserved to be the recipient. She spread Lucy's legs and kissed her way up the inside of her thigh until she was again presented with Lucy's glistening bald pussy. Poking her tongue out, she licked her way slowly up the outer right side of Lucy's most intimate parts before doing the same on the left, listening to Lucy's contented sighs as each lick and stroke of her tongue came with more confidence and daring until finally after parting her friend's lips with her fingers, Sandra licked right up the inside of her pussy until she dragged her tongue over Lucy's clitoris. She then experimented, flicking it, swirling her tongue around it, sliding it into her pussy and generally doing what she knew she liked having done to her own pussy. Lucy continued to purr with satisfaction as Sandra licked her way around her pussy. The she settled in to a steady rhythm, her tongue pressed flat and hard against Lucy's clit and Lucy squealed with delight as she was relentlessly driven toward orgasm, hands clutching at the bed covers and chest heaving, hips thrusting at Sandra's mouth until she explosively reached the zenith of her pleasure with a shuddering climax. Sandra crawled up onto the bed, kissing as she went, stopping to suck on one of Lucy's long nipples before kissing her friend. "Did I do ok for my first time?" She whispered with a giggle. "Fuck yes, that was amazing," Lucy grinned, pulling her back for more kissing. "Know what I haven't had all holidays?" "What?" "A cock," Lucy laughed. "I've spent all this time back here and the only sex I've had is with you and the one time with Rachel. "Does that mean I'm your girlfriend?" Sandra giggled. Lucy took on a more serious look than Sandra had anticipated. "Shh, I didn't mean exclusively or anything." "Oh" Lucy said and Sandra wasn't sure whether it was relief or disappointment. "Well you're certainly very special to me." "Good, I want to be as special to you as you are to me ... I'm just not sure that I'm ready to say I have a girlfriend who is my sole exclusive love," Sandra said. "Oh, now I get you," Lucy laughed. "That's perfect, 'cause like, we're going back to college and I don't think my dildo will keep me satisfied all term." "I know what you mean," Sandra answered. "But I still prefer it to sexy with randoms." Lucy bounced off the bed and went to her travel bag which she'd started to pile clothes into for her return to college. After digging around for a little while, she came back to the bed with a large flesh coloured rubber cock in her hand. "Now this little friend keeps me from having too many of those randoms!" she announced. Sandra laughed and then found Lucy pouncing on her, pushing her back on the bed and straddling her legs as she kissed first her mouth and then sucked on her tits, all the while rubbing the end of the fake cock against her. Sandra surrendered to Lucy's obvious desire and soon found herself with her legs spread and Lucy working the fake cock slowly deeper into her pussy. "Its big!" Sandra said with surprise as it was shoved deeper inside her, stretching her pussy wide. "That's how I like them!" Lucy laughed, speeding up the motion with which she was now impaling her friend. She pulled on Sandra's nipple with her free hand as she pumped her pussy with the other, the cock sliding in and out of her slick lips. Sandra found herself responding and then Lucy turned the knob on the base and it started vibrating as well, sending further pleasure deep inside Sandra's pussy and drawing an excited moan from her. Lucy pulled the rubber cock from Sandra's pussy and slipped it into her mouth, sucking her friend's juices from it. "God I'd love to suck your juices from a real cock, how hot would that be!" Lucy announced and Sandra almost choked at the suggestion, mind flicking to the fact that it was exactly what Rachel had said she wanted to do to Devon's cock. She wondered what Lucy would think if she knew of the plan for the next night. Would she be freaked out or turned on? She wasn't about to ask and find out, instead focussing on the fact that Lucy had retuned the toy to her pussy, this time holding the vibrating rubber against her clit before sliding it deep into her pussy again. With the cock buried, Lucy made room to use her mouth on Sandra's clit, licking at it until her pussy was grabbing at the cock inside as she came. ----------------------------- The following morning at about eleven, Sandra wish Lucy luck with her term and gave her a passionate tongue kiss goodbye, each girl's hands fondling the other's body. Then she jumped into her car and drove home, thankful that the prius was super quiet as she pulled up out the front, knowing what should be waiting for her inside. As quietly as she could she made her way into the house, leaving her bag in the car to be collected later. Sure enough, when she reached her father's bedroom, he was once again tied naked to the bed. His fit body was stretched out; his cock flopped against his belly and a blindfold again covering his eyes. Sandra smiled at the sight and started to shed the tiny shorts, t-shirt and underwear that she'd worn home from Lucy's. As she did so, she smiled at Rachel who stood in a corner of the room, naked and watching Sandra in turn. Sandra blew her a kiss and then moved to suck her father's cock, kneeling on the mattress between his splayed legs. Rachel moved about the bed, taking in the sight of Sandra sucking her father's cock from different angles, before moving in behind her and running her tongue up Sandra's wet slit. Sandra groaned as Rachel worked her pussy from behind, licking it and rubbing her nipple between her lips. Then Sandra moved forward until she was able to slide her pussy down on her father's now rock hard cock, slithering up and down its length, Rachel unable to do much more than reach out to play with her tits, waiting for her opportunity. After working her way up and down her father's cock for a couple of minutes, Sandra slipped off of both him and the bed, giving Rachel what she'd been wanting ... a hard cock covered in Sandra's pussy juice. Eagerly Rachel crawled up on the bed the way that Sandra had and took the cock in her mouth, devouring both it and its pleasured coating. When she'd well and truly cleaned it she slid her own pussy over it and fucked Devon whilst Sandra watched. Sandra took Rachel's place, again mounting her bound father's cock and then as she squatted, sliding up and down on him, Rachel pulled the blindfold from her boyfriend. There was a very brief pause as Devon's eyes adjusted and he realised that the pussy that was sliding up and down his cock belonged to his daughter. "What the fuck!? No! Sandra!" he said, shocked and somewhat distraught, hips bucking to try and dislodge his daughter from his cock. "Rachel?!" he exclaimed as he realised that she was standing right there, naked, a spectator to the wrong that was being perpetrated on him. "Shhhh," Rachel said, moving to kiss him even as he tried to turn his head away. She pulled his nipple hard with one hand and grabbed his nuts from behind Sandra as well, squeezing. "Its ok Dad," Sandra said, "I love your cock in my pussy and I know you love being there, because you've been enjoying it so much." "No, this is wrong, it doesn't matter if it feels good, it's wrong!" he exclaimed even as his eyes betrayed him, taking in the hot young body that his daughter had been flaunting so blatantly in recent times. Rachel noticed his eyes taking in his daughter's breasts and moved onto the bed behind her, taking them in her hands and showing them off to him. "Come on Devon, what's not to love about his amazing gift?" she asked, rolling Sandra's tight little nipples in her fingers. One hand slipped lower, caressing Sandra's belly until she reached her pussy and slid her hand between where she knew Devon would feel them on his cock even as she caressed Sandra's wet pussy lips. Devon continued to protest, but the vehemence was fading as the two women worked together to overcome his fears. He could feel his girlfriend's fingers either side of his cock even as his daughter's pussy lips slid up and down. His eyes flicked from there to Sandra's tits where Rachel was pulling and extending a nipple. At the point that Sandra tipped her head back so that Rachel could kiss her, their tongues sliding over and around each other, his resistance melted entirely. Sandra felt her father start to respond, thrusting with his hips to shove his cock deeper into her pussy as she rode him. "Yeah Daddy, that's it, fuck my pussy!" she said, Rachel joining in with the encouragement. Rachel reached behind Sandra and grabbed Devon's balls as he thrust at his daughter, knowing that the constriction would drive him wild. "Let me suck him Sandra," Rachel said. Sandra reluctantly slid off her father's cock, back toward his feet and Rachel leaned in over his cock, pointing out to Devon just how wet and slippery with Sandra's juices it was. Then she lowered her mouth over it and took him deep inside, relishing the taste. She could tell that Devon was close to cumming, but wasn't ready for him to do so, so she stopped and pulled Sandra to her, kissing and touching. They teased Devon mercilessly, two hot young girls going wild together while he was tied up just out of reach, able to watch but unable to participate. "I think he needs to suck your hot titties Sandra," Rachel whispered, turning her to face her father. Sandra willingly moved so that she could dangle her tit in her father's face, loving the way his tongue immediately responded, snaking out from within his mouth to flick at her nipple before his lips closed over it and he sucked hungrily. Rachel was behind Sandra as she did so, her fingers invading the younger girl's pussy. "Do you think we should finish him off?" Sandra said to Rachel. "Oh yes, and I know just the way," Rachel replied. She climbed up on the bed and mounted Devon's cock, sliding her pussy up and down his pole for a minute. Sandra watched, wondering what Rachel had in mind, then gasped as she saw her grab her father's cock with one hand and guide it to her anus, the swollen and engorged head slowly disappearing into her nether regions. "Oh fuck!" Devon said as he passed within her tight anal cavity. "Oh you fill my arse so fucking much," Rachel said before moving. She was facing Devon, squatting, but moved her feet forward, closer toward his head, and her hands leaning back on the bed so that her pussy was thrust toward his face. "Come on Sandra, eat me," she insisted. Sandra stared at the neatly cropped raid hair around Rachel's pussy and smiled at up her. Then she moved so that she could get her tongue between Rachel's lips, glad that she'd licked Lucy when she'd had the chance so that she was open to this now and didn't hesitate in front of her father. With her tongue swirling around Rachel's clit, she glanced toward her father and seeing the lust in his eyes, felt validated in her choice. He was loving it and so was she. She turned her attention back to Rachel's pussy, using her tongue like she had with Lucy, dipping between her lips and flicking back and forth at her clit, all while Devon's cock was buried just below in Rachel's anus. "Oh fuck its so good Devon," Rachel cried out as her holes were assaulted. She could feel her orgasm building and worked her butt on Devon's cock, wanting him to explode inside her, to feel his goo burst in her butt before it oozed out again. "I can feel her tongue on my pussy and your cock is so fucking huge in my ass!" The dirty talk seemed to do the trick as Devon worked his hips as hard as he could top thrust his cock at her tight butt hole. Devon came, his load shooting up her arse and Rachel cried out in joy as the sensation was enough to cause her too to explode. "Now its your turn Sandra, get him to eat your pussy until you cum," Rachel told her as she slithered from Devon's cock, his sperm oozing from her anus. Sandra climbed up on the bed and squatted over his face, giving him no time to recover from his explosion as she began rubbing her pussy against his mouth. His tongue worked its way to her clit and stayed there as she thrust and rubbed. Rachel moved behind her, one hand playing with her tit and then she slipped the other between her buttocks. Sandra wasn't sure what to do, she'd never allowed any of the boys that had wanted to to go near her ass, but suddenly she found Rachel's fingers moving over her tightly puckered skin. She moaned as she found that she enjoyed it, rubbing her cunt on her father's face all the while. Her climax was approaching and Rachel could tell from the rapidly increasing breathing and staccato gasps that this was the case. She speared a finger into Sandra's anus, drawing a large squeal and a sudden collapse as Sandra came on her father's tongue, her pussy juice coating his tongue and seeping into his mouth. She clambered from the bed and then hugged Rachel before leaving the two of them alone. Rachel had assured her that she'd be able to satisfy any questions and ensure that things were cool before she left for school. Sandra lay awake a long time that night, wondering if she'd done the right thing or not. The more she thought about it though, the more excited her pussy became and she knew that if presented with the choice again, she'd do nothing differently. Knowing that finally enabled her to drift off to sleep. ------ "I've fucked you Dad, but now I want you to fuck me," Sandra said, standing naked in the doorway to his bedroom. It was the next morning. The day she'd leave for college. She'd heard Rachel head out and decided that she wanted another go. But this time, she wanted to be sure that it was of her Father's free will, not because he was tied to the bed and all but forced to do it. "Sandra," he started and she could hear the reluctance in his voice. She started to turn away. "Wait!" he said, swallowing hard. "Come over here." He patted the bed next to him, just like he would do when she was little and wanted to talk. She walked in and sat next to him on the bed, seeing his eyes move over her tight body. "Sandra, he started again. "Do you really want this?" "Yes!" she insisted. "And you know how wrong it is? Legally I mean ... what the world would say if they knew ..." "Yes, but I don't care Daddy. Ever since I saw you the first time, stretched out naked and helpless on the bed ..." "The first time?" he asked, confused. Sandra let him know about the day she'd come home from college. That she'd sucked his cock and run away. "Oh God really?" he asked, blushing as he thought back to his dismissive response to Rachel's initial insistence that she hadn't been the one to suck him. Sandra boldly threw the covers away from her father, revealing that he was still naked and that his cock was getting hard. "You like the thought of that don't you Daddy," she said, smiling, turning to face him, her hand sneaking between his legs to grab his cock and squeeze it. Then she kissed him. A peck first, but then with her tongue, pushing it into his mouth, feeling him fall back on the bed beneath her, following him down until her breasts were smooshed against his chest, his cock now rock hard in her hand. He kissed her back, accepting that he really wanted this and that amazingly, so did his daughter. With that realisation safely in his head, he took control, rolling her over the top of him to the other side of the bed, the side where Rachel slept. Then he positioned himself between her legs, seeing the happy gleam in her eye and the rise and fall of her chest as his cock head slipped up and down the smooth lips of her pussy. He pushed. The lips parted and his cock slipped between them. Sandra groaned appreciatively as she felt his cock slip inside her. Devon started slowly, sliding his cock in and out of his daughter's pussy, working deep inside until his balls pressed against her. He couldn't believe that just an hour ago, Rachel had been in this same position and his cock had been slipping between her lips. The thought worked him up and he thrust quicker, harder, Sandra encouraging him, feeling his urgency, loving the hard thrust of his cock into her pussy. "That's it Daddy, fuck my cunt!" she said, head thrown back in pleasure. Devon obliged, pounding over and over again, amazed at the tight young pussy he was being allowed to plunge his cock into. He gasped as he felt his balls quiver and before he even had a chance to think about it, he was cumming, his cock spurting and unleashing its load deep into Sandra's pussy. "Oh fuck Daddy!" Sandra cried out as she was filled. He collapsed to the side, spent from having filled both Sandra and Rachel within the space of an hour. "I guess I'd better pack for college," Sandra said a little later, extricating herself from her father's bed and strolling naked to the door. He surveyed her tight ass as she walked and couldn't help but notice the cum that was running down her inner thigh. ------------------------ "See you next break Sandra," Rachel said to her later that day, taking her in her arms and pulling her in for a kiss, their tits mashing together. "I sure hope so. Don't wear Dad out. And don't you dare fuck this up!" "I certainly don't intend to," Rachel smiled, her hand sliding over Sandra's body. "And don't you fuck it up either Daddy," she said, letting him take her in his arms in turn before tongue kissing him. end Tied My husband pulled me by the wrist down into our refurbished basement. He unlocked the door with a click, opening it into a 10' by 8' room. "Impatient much?," I say tauntingly when he gives my wrist a large tug into the room. He says nothing, but lets go. I look around the room. He has added some things. Now there are pictures on the wall. Erotic pictures of couple having sex of every kind. My body starts to hum with arousal. He goes over the table shaped object in the middle of the room and pulls the sheet off of it. I can't help it, I gasp. Taking advantage of my open mouth, my husband slips a plug gag inside. My eyes go wide, jumping from him, to the specially designed table he created and back. After I had told him my fantasy about a month back, he had spent a lot of time down here. It seems I had just found out what he had been doing. At the top, the table looks similar to a masseuse's table, with the donut shaped head rest with a hole in the center. The body part is a little wider than usual and at the place where my hips would fall, the table splits off into two thin legs. And all along the cushioned table there are clamps for tie down straps. A shiver runs down my spine. I can tell he has planes. He has been rubbing the globes of my ass as I take in they new toy he had created. A groan escapes me, muffled by the plug gag, as he squeezes my ass hard. "Strip," he orders, and I do. My clothes get thrown into the corner and he slaps my backside, a silent order to head towards the table. He reaches from behind me and I feel his rough finger slide into my almost wet cunt. The friction make me gasp around the gag. He uses his fingers to help lift me up onto the table. "Lay on your stomach." I do as I'm told, wriggling a little as I do. He pulls out he finger and gives me a sudden slap on my ass, a silent command to stay still. I hear him walk away and turn my head to watch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see he open open of the drawers and pull out two tube-like shape, one black and the other red. I hear a cap pop and my eyes widen again when I realize what he had grabbed. I watch as he squeezes out some lube onto he hand. He slides a finger, coated in lube, into my anus. I wriggle again and again he pulls out to slap my ass. Once I stop, he starts again with his finger, sliding in to his last knuckle. Then he pulls out and squeezes some more lube onto the plug and between my cheeks. When I feel the plug enter my ass I tense up. He waits until I relax and slides the plug all the way in. I'm breathing faster now and I can only listen as he attaches a strap around my pelvis to hold it in. He pulls back to observe his work and nods to him self. He his pleased with his work. "Stand up and turn around" he demands. The soft tone does not lessen the command. I slowly slide back, off the table and stand. My mind is running so fast as I think about the gag in my throat, the plug in my ass and the more that is to come. He slides two fingers into my cunt, this time from the front. I lift up onto my tip toes to relieve some of the pressure, as I gush onto his fingers. I use my hands and his fingers to slid back onto the cushions. When my head reaches the top, he pulls his fingers out and lightly pushes between my breasts, telling me to lie down and wiping his fingers off on my chest. I try to relax, a somewhat difficult task as I was breathing hard and the plug shifted with every move I made. When I finally relax, I realize I still had to keep my ass tight or it would fall into the hole. I turn to get his attention so I can show him his miscalculation. When I look over though, I see him carrying over a pile of straps and I suddenly don't care about anything else. He smiles when he sees the look on my face. Walking down to the leg stands, he slides a strap into each clamp and then returns to my feet. He grabs my ankle and Riggs it down to the proper place, then wraps my ankle with the strap and tightens it down until I cannot move my leg at all. When he moves to the other side my leg is already in place. He smiles. He knows I'm watching. The strap tightens over my other leg and now I can't move that leg either. Next he wraps a strap around each thigh, just above my knees. Now my legs are completely immobilized. He runs his hand along my inner thigh and up between my legs. He cups me there and I can feel my juices coat his hand. Moving up towards my head, he pushes down on my breast. Realizing I had curled up to get a better view, I started to lay back down. At the same time, I fell a sharp pinch on my nipple and immediately jump back up. He pushes me back down and repeats the action on my other breast. When I lift my arms to pull the shirt off his still fully dressed body, he grabs my wrists and begins to strap them down. When he leans over to tie the second one down, I feel his arousal through his pants. I lift up to tell him to take off his clothes, only to remember the ball gag. This might get frustrating. There are still more straps to tie but when he hears me moaning, he seems to move slower. He does up the one above my hips and the one just below my breasts. After he lightly nips at each nipple, he steps back between my legs. He kneels down and I feel his rough, wet tongue on my lips. My pussy floods and I nearly jump out of my skin, but only my head and shoulder move because the rest of my body is completely tied down. As he slides his tongue in and out of my slit, i feel a pull in my ass the the plug slowly slides out. I hear him squeeze another dollop onto the plug and feel him insert it back in. Once the holding straps were back on, his tongue came out and he scratched at something on the plug. Suddenly I hear a buzzing and feel it start to vibrate. I scream around my gag as I suddenly come. When the shudders finally subside, I see him smiling. He walks around to to my head. As I try to return my breathing to a normal pace, I feel him push my head down and clamp the final strap tight over my eyes. Now I cannot see or move anything. The plug is still vibrating in my ass, but beyond the buzzing I hear my husband unzip his pants and unbutton his shirt. They hit the ground with a muted thump. I feel his hot breath on my breast and he engulfs me with his mouth. I mewl and do the best I can to push it further into his mouth. He bites down lightly on my nipple as his hand pinches the other. He pulls up and licks the bite mark before walking back to my core. When he taps hard on the plug my butt cheeks squeeze tighter than they ever had before. I here him chuckle again and feel him turn off the switch. I moan a complaint and he laughs again. "Don't worry, I will turn it back on I just wanted to make sure you are paying attention." He slides a finger into my cunt and feels the juices soaking me. Reassured, he pulls them back out and pokes them into my belly button. With a sharp tug on my navel, I tense my stomach and he continues. "I am going to take you hard and fast and you are going to come over and over until we are both so tired neither of us can stand." He grasps my hand and says, "Squeeze my hand if you want that." Practically a puddle, I do as he asks, perhaps squeezing a little tighter than necessary. "Alright beautiful, here we go." He flips the vibrating butt plug back on and slams into me. I see stars and my stomach clenched and unclenches rapidly as I come for the second time. After what felt like an hour, I come back to reality. He is slamming into me faster now and I can feel him starting to lose control. That he as made it this long is impressive, but I know he can't possibly last much longer. With every slam, he hits my g-spot and I can no longer think. Without my sight or the ability to touch him with my hands, all I could do was trust him to give me what I needed. And knowing that just aroused me all the more. As I feel his cock start twitching and hear his grunts, I know he is nearing his limit. My pelvis is so tight a pin drop could have made me lose it. Yet he kept pumping. Suddenly he let go of my hips with hand and I feel him pinch my clit. I explodes and felt him spill himself at the same time. My body spasms, milking the cum from his cock. All we can do is pant until the world rights itself. As I start to come back down, I wonder why he hasn't released me yet. Then I realize he is still hard inside me, buried to the hilt. He must have been doing more down here than just building this fantastic table. Now I can feel him tugging at my belly button with one hand and holding my hand in his other. "When you can hear me squeeze my hand," he told me. When I figure out how to reconnect my numb muscles, I do as he asked. "Good," he said, "because we are not done yet." He lets go of my belly and hand and pulls his still hard cock out of me. I whimper, surprising myself with the sound. "Don't worry, Beauty. We are definitely not done." I heard him pad over and open a drawer again. When he walks back, I feel him switch off the plug and detach it from the strap. Before he pulls it out though, I hear him squeeze a another dollop of lube onto something. After the plug comes out, he lays something along the crack of my ass. This is much longer than the plug. I tense up and he slaps my ass from below, but I can't help it. This is longer than anything I had done before, but my gagged protests go unnoticed. He rubs the lube from his hand as far in her ass as his fingers could go. The plug is longer. I hear him lube it up as well. I am tense again, but he takes his time, gently coating the longs plug into my ass. "Do not let it fall out," he tells me before backing away. I feel the clamps tighten. They had loosened while has strained against them during my orgasms. When he tightened the one by my head, I smell the cinnamon lube and nearly lose my focus on the plug in my ass. Cinnamon is my favorite and he knows it. When he circles back, he clucks his tongue. Despite my best efforts. The plug has slipped half way out. "Well now I have to punish you." He slaps my ass hard, slamming the plug back in. I scream, but the gag muffles it. Slap. Again he lands Ruhr on the plug. Slap. Slap. I am in tears now and the edge of pain is enough to bring me to the edge. The rest of my body weeps with me. I am so tensed, but I am also wrung out I don't know if I can do it again. "I think that should do it," he says. "But just to be sure..." she felt him clip the plug into place with the straps already in place. Slowly, he slide his rock hard cock into me. I want to tell him to move faster like before but it is muffled by the ball gag. When he is settles all the way in with a grunt, he leans over my body and pushes my breast together and sucks my tits into his mouth. His hips gyrate as he bites down lightly. His hips begin to move slowly, an inch out and back in, two inches and back. Finally, he lets go of my breasts and pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. I try to scream again and I feel so full I might burst. Every hole is filled and he is completely in control. My fantasy come to life. He is starting to lose it though. All I cane feel is the gag in my mouth, the plug in my ass, and him, all of him in my cunt. He slams harder into me and I feel him hit my g-spot again and again and rub against my clit with every thrust. The scent of cinnamon and sex fills my nose I suddenly feel his cum spurting into me. That sensation makes me lose it. I come undone while he comes inside me. I can do nothing but breath. He collapses on top of me before pulling out and starting the release me. First the plug and it's straps, then the straps on my body. Finally, he undoes the plug gag and slides it out of my mouth. I want to tell him I love him but my mouth feels strange from having the gag in for so long. "Let me tell you about my creation while you get the feeling back in your body," he said to me. "It has more than one use. I can also have you lie on your stomach with your leg up. In that position, I could have you suck me until I release you. Or I could take you from behind. And if I choose to have you with your legs down, I could fuck you right here.". With that he slid his fingers into my ass. Well the explained the hole under my ass. He pulled out his finger and cupped my face. "What are you thinking?" he asked me. "I'm thinking," tell him, "that I know what I want for my birthday. I love you." Tied When I woke up I was in a most uncomfortable position. It took me a few moments to shake the sleep out of my head and work out what was going on. For a start I couldn't see. I almost panicked, thinking I was blind, automatically moving my hands to my eyes. But they didn't move. It wasn't the non-movement of paralysis, I knew that right away, as I could feel my arms and hands moving about. I just couldn't move my hands to my face because something was holding them back. Biting my lip to keep from screaming I started checking out what I could. Twisting my wrists about a bit I found that there was something constraining them. I was tied somehow, but it wasn't by rough ropes. More like my hands were bandaged together and the bandage was fastened to something. Now that I concentrated on it I could feel some sort of mask on my face, stopping me from seeing. I wasn't in any pain, so that seemed to preclude any sort of accident. I seemed to be just leaning comfortable against something rough. A nasty suspicion occurred to me and I brushed myself against whatever I was leaning against. I could feel the roughness very easily. Too easily. There was no cloth between me and the tree. What was I wearing, I wondered. Still trying to keep calm, I called out. "Hullo. Is anyone there?" "Ah," came a pleased exclamation. "You're awake. I thought you'd never wake up. How are you feeling, Cheryl?" "Um, alright, I guess, but rather confused. What's going on?" "Well, Cheryl, you've been a naughty little girl and you've made a bad mistake. Do you know what that mistake was?" "Ah, no," I replied, feeling nervous. Did I know that voice? I had a feeling that I did, but damned if I could place it. "Well, it's really quite simple," said the voice, sounding quite cheerful. Then the tone of voice changed. "You've managed to piss me off severely. I thought it was time you learned a lesson. So I've taken it upon myself to deliver it." "Fucking hell. A nutcase," I thought. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." "What do you intend doing?" I asked, now a damn sight more nervous, but trying to sound polite. "Well, first of I thought a good beating might work wonders," came the reply, "but that sort of thing is just not me. Too, too, he-man sort of thing. Something an angry redneck might do to a straying wife, but not something a refined gentleman such as myself finds appealing." I swallowed nervously. I obviously had a full blown nutcase here. "Um, would it help if I apologised for offending you?" I asked. Please god, let it work. I didn't mind saying sorry if it got me out of this. "Well, it would probably work, but how would you know which of your mischievous little misdeeds you were apologising for? I couldn't just accept a generic apology, now could I?" Yes, you bloody well could. How am I supposed to know what I did that offended him? It could be something as minor as not holding a lift door. I just kept my mouth shut. "Mmm, that's what I thought. You've done so many spiteful little tricks you don't know what to say. Anyway, as I was saying, a lesson. Cheryl's eighteen and probably not a virgin? That'd be right wouldn't it? You are both eighteen and non-virginal?" I was furious and kept my mouth shut. Damned if I'd tell him. "Ah, Cheryl, in case you haven't noticed, you're standing there with no clothes on. Would you like me to check on the state of your virginity myself? I can, you know?" Oh, god. I was standing here talking to a nut and I was naked? How much worse could this get. And as for him checking my virginity. . . "OK. I'm eighteen, nearly nineteen, and I'm not a virgin. Satisfied?" "That's what I thought. Now continuing from where I left off, Cheryl's eighteen and not a virgin. I could always rape her. A bit of vigorous man on woman action might show her that's she's not the queen bee, no matter who she goes around stinging. How do you like that idea?" "I don't," I gasped, frantically shaking my head. "Don't you dare. I'll have you arrested. My brother would kill you." "Those drawbacks did occur to me, assuming you ever found out who I was, so I decided raping you was out. Another little disincentive was I have no idea how often you put out and what sort of diseases you might currently have." Insulting swine! There'd only been my fiancé, and he didn't have any diseases. Who did he think I was, queens of tarts? "So what did you decide on? What are you going to do?" "Haven't you noticed? I've already done it. You're tied to a tree and blindfolded. That blindfold is all you're wearing. You've got a very nice figure by the way. I'm just going to leave you there until someone comes along and unties you. You're by the side of a jogging track and so people should start coming along shortly and I'm sure one of them will let you loose. However, not wanting you to wear out your vocal cords screaming for help I'm just going to give you a little gag." With that I felt a hand press over my mouth, covering it with something. "If you're lucky," came the voice, laughing, "you may be released by the first person to come along. If I'm lucky, they'll have a smart phone on them and will take a few pictures first. Bye. Have fun." I tried to say something but whatever he'd pressed against my mouth was holding it closed. All I could do was make a few muffled sounds of fury. I heard footsteps walking away and then nothing. I stood there, seething. There was nothing I could do but wait. I gave a few tugs on whatever was holding my arms but whatever it was just seemed to stretch a little and then pull my arms back into place. So I waited, hoping that the first person past was a woman. Even that was going to be embarrassing enough. I waited for hours, hoping to hear that first footstep. It seemed like hours, anyway. The weather was warm, so the lack of clothes didn't worry me that way, and it wasn't hot enough for me to worry about sunburn, but the time just dragged. You try to measure time when all you can do is stand there and sweat, not even able to look around you. I was willing to shout praises to the lord when I heard someone coming. I yelled out for help bouncing up and down. I guess you can call, "Mmph, mmph, mmph," yelling for help when you can't open your mouth. Damn it all, it was a man. I could tell from the laughter. "My, my. It's Cheryl, and you're a bitch. Nice to meet you, Cheryl." "Mmph, mmph." Translated that meant, untie me, you jackass. "How do I know your name? Some kind soul has written it on your breast. Bitch is written on the other. I assume that is meant to be a description." More muffled sound from me. What was this idiot doing? Why wasn't I free yet? "Oh yes. It's written right here," came the voice and a finger came up and started tracing my name. On my breast. "This one says bitch," he continued, and traced that word also. "Oh, and there's an instruction here," he said, tapping my tummy. "It says press, and there are arrows pointing here and here." Here and here turned out to be my nipples and the jogger was happily pressing them. I jerked away from him trying to shake his hand off, trying to shout thorough the gag. "Wow," came the response. "Nice sway on your tits. What happens when you bounce up and down?" The swine was having a fine time teasing me. I was so going to kill him when I finally got loose. I did some more mumbling through my gag. "You don't want to show me what they look like when you bounce? Pity. How about I give you a little incentive." Good idea. Setting me free would be an incentive. You can watch them bounce while I jump up and down on your skinny carcase. Freaking hell and I was bouncing in shock. The rotten pig goosed me, poking a finger into my pussy. The guy who'd tied me had been spot on when he said no clothes. Not even any panties. As for bouncing, if you're just standing there and a finger pokes you in a private place, you damn well bounce, want to or not. I might add that at this stage there were a lot more muffled sounds coming from behind my gag. I was telling this idiot just what I thought of him. "Really," he says. "That's what you want? OK." Next thing I know his mouth latches on to my nipple, sucking on it. I tried to kick him but I couldn't see where to kick and only succeeded in waving my leg around. Mind you, he saw me trying. "Wow, the bitch label is right. Fancy trying to kick me when I'm just teasing you a little. Don't do it again." He followed this up with a firm spank to my bottom, and I screamed, sort of like, "MMPHH". He just laughed, and his hands were back on my breasts, stroking them. What was worse I could feel my nipples reacting to the gentle touches, standing out, with my breasts swelling generally. Next thing he started rubbing my bottom, giving it a gentle massage. "This'll make you forget about that nasty old spank," he told me, his fingers stroking me. He was right, but only because I was aware that someone was patting my bottom and I didn't know who and I couldn't even tell them to stop. I made a few miserable sounds behind my gag, resigned to having to wait while he played his little game. I found myself no longer resigned when his hands started petting my pussy. He was standing by the side of me and he slid one hand over my mons, exploring further around, while the other hand slid down my bottom and between my legs, playing with me from that side, too. I was wriggling and yelling and trying to get away from him but it was hopeless. And I could feel my breasts bobbing up and down as I bounced around. I was spitting chips, absolutely furious. I wasn't scared, oddly enough, just furious. Even when he started fingering me, his fingers slipping between my lips and probing deeply, all I felt was anger. Well, not all I felt, I guess. He was stirring up my vagina, teasing my pussy generally, and I have to admit I was getting wet. I had no control over that. All I could do was swear silently and wait for him to finish. Finally he shifted his hands, and moments later they were around me, cupping my bottom. He pulled me firmly against him and, I realised with some horror, I could feel his cock pressing against me. His hands tightened upon my bottom and he was lifting me. I was trying to wriggle and scream, doing neither successfully. His hands slid down a little until he was dragging my legs apart and I could feel his cock touching me. Then he was relaxing, letting me sink down, his cock busily pushing up into me. I couldn't believe this. I really couldn't. This guy had just come trotting up and decided to rape me and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even scream. I was scared and furious and helpless, and I could feel this strange cock sliding along my passage and, what was worst of all, it felt good. "I suggest," he said, "that you wrap your legs around my waist. You'll find it easier going if you do. You'll probably find my hand spanking your bottom if you don't but it's your choice." Bastard. Angrier than ever I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, feeling him sink in even deeper as I did so. With that he started bouncing me on his cock. With his hands on my bottom and my legs around his waist he had a good grip and he made the best of it. He established what he considered was a decent rhythm and started on me. His cock just slid in and out, a nice even pace, and I found that I was moving with him, my legs flexing and pulling him in as he went forward, my hips trying to push me onto him. He was taking his time and I was stuck with what he decided. I couldn't tell him to hurry up, slow down, or even to take that thing out of me and stick it in a vice. Gags are a severe handicap to sex. "Like this do you, Cheryl," he asked, busy plying his wares. "Mmph," I'd say, meaning that I would rather have root canal work without anaesthetic. "Yeah, I thought you did," he'd reply giving me an extra hard thrust. "Geez, you feel swell," he'd say, his cock plunging into me. "Mmph," came my reply, this time meaning that if he had a cock of any size I might feel something, too. How can you be rude when you can't talk? He was a slow comer. He just seemed to keep on going while I twitched and squirmed and had no choice but to go on the journey with him. I'll admit that if I'd been doing this of my own free will I'd have enjoyed it. He was quite good at it. Seeing it wasn't of my own free will I'll never admit to any such thing. I could tell when he was finally ready. He gave a groan and then it was as someone new was there, swinging away. He banged into me in earnest, and I knew I was going to climax. Then I was climaxing and he was opening up the flood gates and it all went to hell in a handcart. I was vaguely aware of him disengaging, leaving me practically dangling by whatever held my hands. I waited for him to untie me, ready to sink down onto the ground. I heard him softly whistling. Then to my consternation, and great indignation, I heard his whistling receding as he went jogging on his way, leaving me there. That little stunt sure threw off the lethargy of after-climax feeling. How dare he? Another reason to kill the little turd if I ever found him. Another reason to make sure the guy who'd left me here died by the death of a thousand cuts. And I'd quite happily make each one. More waiting, but not for as long this time. I heard someone else coming, and the footprints were quite heavy. Another man, damn it. Whoever it was came jogging right up to me, stopped and laughed. "Cheryl," he said, cupping one breast, "and bitch," cupping the other. Then his thumbs rolled my nipples around. "What idiot would say press," he wondered out loud. "They're much more responsive this way." I'll say. I'd calmed down and relaxed since the first jogger left, but as soon as this guy started rolling my nipples around they literally jumped to attention, sending little ripples of excitement through me. "Well, Cheryl, I assume that you want to be untied," he said, and I gave an enthusiastic "MMM". "I thought so," he said, "but I won't embarrass you by untying you myself. There are a couple of girls further down the track and they'll be here in a few minutes. They'll set you loose." Embarrass me. Please embarrass me, I wanted to say. Not the, "Mmph. Mmph." I actually said. "Yes, I know. You wouldn't mind if I embarrassed you. But if I did set you free I wouldn't be able to do this." Fucking hell! I was being lifted up again and there was a cock waiting for me to come down. He just jammed it straight up me, banging away in fine style right from the word go. My legs seemed to come up automatically to wrap around him. Sheer self-defence from the shafting I was getting. "That's the girl," he said approvingly. "I have to make this quick. You won't want me still here when the girls come trotting up." Big deal. I didn't want him there right now. But I was stuck with him, or perhaps I should say stuck on him. He was really giving it to me. The big advantage of his hit and run style was that it finished fast. I expected him to just fire off and take off. I was actually shocked to find how I was responding to his wild thrusting. I've never had two orgasms so close behind each other. Maybe it was because I was still sensitive from that earlier workout, but all of a sudden I could feel a climax crashing down upon me, then my friendly helper let loose with one of his own. This guy was actually nicer about the follow up than the previous one. While I was dazed he scratched at the tape across my mouth, having it almost all off before I was completely with it. Feeling his hands at my mouth I jerked my head away. Ouch. The rest of the tape came off with a rush and that stung. The next thing I know there was a jerk at my wrists and my arms fell down, no longer being held up. "Got to run now, love," the guy said, patting my cheek. "If you listen you can hear the girls chatting. They'll finish helping you get free." With that he took off, running. At least he had given me some help, even if it was after he helped himself to the goodies. I could hear women talking and I called out, and a minute or so later a couple of girls were there, clucking over me and sympathising. It turned out that there was a complete change of clothing for me next to the tree and I was dressed long before anyone else came along. The women wanted me to call the police but I wasn't having a bar of that. I mean, I didn't know who tied me up and I didn't know who had molested me. I hadn't seen a single face. As for DNA evidence on the molesters, it'd be the equivalent of another rape giving that, without the orgasms I'd had. No thanks. The real rape was much more fun. I'd chalk it up to experience. And I knew that first guy's voice. I'd be listening hard and when I found him. . . Mind you, I still didn't know what set him off. Would you believe he left me a message? 'Two beaus on the one day, it read. You did seem to be having a fine time. I enjoyed the show.' He'd been hiding, watching everything. I guess you can say he won that round, because I'm being careful to be nice to everyone. Until I find him. One thing that came out of that little episode has left me wondering. If I want to have a double climax again, am I going to need two cocks? Purely a philosophical question. I have no intention of experimenting, but one can't help wondering. Tied And Abandoned In The Woods It's a warm summers morning and it's going to be a very hot day. I'm having a hard time concentrating on the questions you keep asking me. My mind is focused on the things I plan to do to you today. Unknown to you, I have packed a picnic basket and my big toy bag. Both are sitting in the trunk. I turn off the paved road, and you ask "Are we going to the cabin?" "No, just for a hike and a picnic." You giggle and reply that you love picnics. "You're going to love this one," I mutter. I pull into the spot I had found earlier, so no-one would see the car. I open the trunk and hand you the picnic basket as I pull out the toy bag. "What's in that big bag?" You ask. "Just things we need for the hike and picnic." I lift it to my back. "It looks heavy," you say, "and it sounds like you have chains in it..." I just point in the direction of the trail. After a good half hour of weaving through the dense forest, we come to a big clearing with a little stream. "This looks like a good spot, right here at the edge of the trees" I say. I get a blanket from my bag and lay it out in the shade of the trees. It's good to be in the shade; it must be ninety degrees and it's only 11:00 a.m.! You open the basket and lay out the contents. "There's is enough food here for lunch and dinner." You say. I tell you to just get the bottle of wine, the sandwiches and the grapes. You start to open the strawberries and I slap your hand lightly, telling you that those are for later. I take my t-shirt off and lay it to the side. You giggle, and in a flash you're down to your bra and panties. I watch you with wanton desire as you take off your bra and expose those lovely tits. I stop you before you can remove your panties. You whine that you want to get a full tan, but you know how much I like watching you in just your underwear. We lie there eating, drinking and watching the few light clouds pass by. Well, you are looking at the sky. I am looking at-and dreaming of-you. You point up at the two trees that we are lying under. "What are those bolts doing in those two trees?" You ask. "Oh, you'll find that out later on." I reply. I reach over and lightly brush your nipples; they instantly become hard. Lightly pinching and pulling on them draws a moan from you. Leaning over, I suck on your right nipple while rolling your left nipple between my finger and thumb. Licking and sucking, I move to the tender underside of your breast. After covering every inch of your breasts I slowly start licking down your sexy stomach. Stopping to play with your bellybutton, I can smell your intoxicating pussy. Removing your panties, I can't help but hold them to my face and take a deep breath. It's enough to make my cock jump and make a wet spot appear on my shorts. I move between your long legs, lifting and spreading until your knees are up by your chest, leaving you totally open to me. I begin to nibble and lick your inner thighs. Then I lick and suck your lips, being very careful to avoid your clit. You are moving your hips, trying to push your clit onto my tongue, so I slap your ass and tell you to stay still. You start whining, saying that you need to cum, but that just makes me want to tease you more. Using just the tip of my tongue, I tickle you between your pussy and asshole for a minute, then I move down to run the tip around that little pink asshole. With your hole all slicked up I move back up to suck on your sweet juices. You are begging me to make you cum, so I insert two fingers into you. I suck hard on your clit and bend my finger up to rub on your g-spot. I let go of your legs. You clamp them around my head and your pussy clamps down on my fingers as you cum. When you finally let go of my head and fingers I reach over and pull ankle and wrist restraints out of the bag, putting them on you. I quickly take out the four locking pulleys and clip them to the four eye-bolts attached to the two trees. I grab you under the arms and stand you up to clip the wrist restraints to the two upper pulleys and the ankle restraints to the two lower pulleys. I lock the two lower pulleys so your legs are spread apart as far as you can stretch them. Then I do the same to your arms so you are locked in a big X. You watch as I dig in the toy bag and pull out lube and a small butt-plug. I make sure you see what I have. Stepping behind you, I pour lube down your ass crack, and reaching between your legs I slide my fingers up, meeting the lube at your asshole. I rub the lube up and down your ass crack, then I insert a finger. I whisper in your ear that I must get you well lubed. I don't want to make it to easy for you to keep the butt-plug in. Pulling my finger out I insert the tip of the lube bottle, before squeezing the whole bottle into you. You let out a moan. I quickly remove the bottle and shove the plug in. Not expecting the sudden insertion you let out a little yell. I pull it back out-past the bump-and then push it back in again and you start moaning. I stop and tell you not to drop it. It's small, so you will have to keep a grip on it. I get the ball gag, blinders and headphones out. When I have the gag in place I remind you of the safe signal when you can't talk-one hand with crossed fingers to slow down and both hands with crossed fingers to stop. You nod your head and I put on the blinders and the headphones. Trying to get you to drop the plug, I grab both of your tits hard and twist. You yell past the ball gag but you keep a grip on the plug. I spank your pussy five times with my hand. "Let's see if you can handle a flogging." I start at your calves, switching from one leg to the other. With every hit of the flogger you tense up, afraid to relax in case you drop the plug. I vary the intensity of the hits; from a feather-light touch to a very heavy thud that turns your skin red immediately. I continue up your inner thighs, ass, lower back, shoulder blades, and to the end of each arm. Then I move around to the front. I start at your thighs, skipping your pussy and going straight to your stomach. I work over your tits and pussy for about ten minutes, all the time keeping a watch on your fingers. When I stop, you're so tense; every muscle in you body is straining. I smile at the drool that has dripped from your chin, watching it run down between your tits, all the way to your pussy to mix with your juices. I check to see that you have not dropped the plug. Your ass cheeks are so tight you could hold a dime! I drop the flogger and pick up the crop. I give each of your nipples about a dozen flicks ranging from light to hard that make you scream past the gag. Still no crossed fingers. I start working on your pussy with the crop. It is spread wide open and your clit is big and hard. I can tell you are on the edge of cumming, so I reach out and pinch a nipple. You scream and cum hard, every muscle letting go; you drop the plug and go limp, letting the restraints hold you up. I drop the crop and hug and kiss you. I take off the headphones, blinders and gag and just hold you until you catch you breath and your legs steady themselves. I untie one of your arms and give you a drink of water, asking you if you are okay and ready for more. You drink the whole bottle and say you think so, with a big smile. I free your other arm and run a rope from both upper eye-bolts to your waist. Standing in front of you I tell you to open my paint and suck my cock. You bend at the hips and just about rip the buttons off my pants getting to my cock. You play with my balls as you lick and suck me. Oh, it feels so good; I just want to grab you and fuck your mouth. When I can't take any more I pull away and step out of my pants. I clip your wrists to your ankle restraints and stand behind you. As I slowly enter you, I marvel at how how hot and tight you feel. When I am in all the way I hold still and enjoy how your pussy grips and squeezes my cock. I start pump in and out slowly, not wanting to cum too soon, but my desire takes over, and I start going faster and slamming into you harder and harder. I feel you cum, but somehow I hold off and pull out. I step back in front of you and feed you my pussy-coated cock. As soon as I feel your mouth on me I start to cum. You swallow it all and suck me clean. When I think I can take a step back (and not fall down), I unclasp your wrists from your ankles and clip them back onto the upper pulleys, pulling them tight. With you back in a big X I get fully dressed. You ask me if we are done, and if I will untie you. I tell you that I'm not done with you yet, and I will be back later. Before I leave I give you some accessories. I get out a big butt-plug and lube it up. Spreading your cheeks I slowly push it in. When it gets to the widest part, your hole is stretched to it's limit, but then it passes through and your sphincter slams shut, leaving just the stop-ring sticking out. Next I find the headphones and blinders and put them on you. I kiss you and taste the mix of pussy juice and cum that is still on your lips. I walk back down the trail and find the hole that I had dug last week, knowing that I would need to hide the toy bag and picnic basket. I knew I was going to have to carry you back out after what I was putting you through. After finding and uncovering the hole and tarp I return to the clearing. Approaching you from the rear and seeing you all tied up and naked makes me realize how lucky I am that you love and trust me so much, that you allow me to play with you this way. Taking the long feather tickler silently out of the toy bag, I sit down in front of you and just admire your beauty. Not being able to see or hear, you have no idea that I am right in front of you. With the feather, I lightly touch your arm. You scream and jump, pulling on the restraints, but they hold you tight. You softly call my name. After a minute you call a little louder. You start to plead with me, begging me to untie you because you have to pee. I look at your fingers just to make sure you're not signaling your safe word. I smile to myself knowing that you are fine. I can see that you must have to pee badly by the way you are squirming. "Oh, piss on it." You mutter and you start laughing and pissing. For some reason I find it really sexy, watching you pee. I can see on your face how pleasurable it must be to let go from having to pee so badly. When you stop, I lightly tickle one of your nipples with the feather. You flinch and the last few drops of pee trickle out. When I tickle your other nipple they start to become hard. You shake your tits, not knowing if there is a bug or something on you. But when I tickle your armpit you scream and know it's me. Next I lube up the big set of BenWa balls. They are about an inch and a quarter in diameter. I insert all four, and with every movement you make they bang together and vibrate. I start tickling you again. With your movement, the balls are making you wet and they start to fall out. I use my finger and shove them back in and you moan. I take the headphones off and tell you to hold onto the balls. "If you drop them I'll use the cane on you." You still can't see where I'm going to tickle you. I can tell that you really have your pussy clamped tight, holding the balls. With your legs spread like they are it's taking a lot of control. I start tickling your inner thighs, then move up to your sides. You're moving around and laughing, and you let one ball slip out. I take a second feather so I can tickle you on both sides. Another ball pops out and you are begging me to stop, but you still don't mention the safe-word. I move to your arm pits and a third ball pops out. With the weight of the three balls swinging and pulling on the last one I know you can't hold any longer, so I stop. As I shove the three balls back in I kiss you and tell you that you did good. I step back and I can't believe how wet you are. You have cum so many times you are dripping, and there is a puddle in the dirt underneath you. I can't wait any longer; I have to have you. I reach around and put my left hand on your pussy to hold the balls in, before grabbing the butt-plug ring. I tell you to relax and I slowly pull on the plug. With all the lube I used earlier it comes out with a pop, and I immediately replace it with my cock. You let out a scream of pleasure and I hold still, sheathed in you. My right hand is playing with your tits and two fingers on my left hand are buried in your pussy, playing with the balls and rubbing your clit. I slowly start pulling out and when just the head is left in you, I slowly push back in. You are feeling so much pleasure; tits, clit, balls knocking against the walls of your pussy and my cock in your ass. You yell "Harder, fuck me harder!" and I do. I pull out and we slam back into each other, over and over. When I know we both can't take any more I press hard on your clit and pinch your nipple. You cum hard as I shoot blast after blast of hot cum into your ass. When I can move, I unclip you and we fall to the ground. We lie on the blanket spooning until we fall asleep. When I wake, the sun is setting over the hills. I hurriedly pack everything up and bury it all in the hole before returning to dress you. Picking you up, I realize it's going to be a long hike carrying you, but you deserve it and you will be pampered as thanks for your trust. Tied & Blindfolded I have only written a couple of stories here and have gotten some great feedback and a couple of people wrote that I should embellish my stories by having other guys have a huge cock or have them beat me into submission while they take my wife but that is not my style. Everything I write is the way it actually happened without embellishment. This particular event happened last Sat. night, and involves mostly a friend’s wife and myself, hope you enjoy it. This all started several months ago when I was chatting on yahoo with the wife of a friend, I’ll call her Ann. I will call my friend Bob, and my wife is Marie, and I am Eugene. Anyway I had been chatting with Ann and flirting quite heavily for some time and really getting both of us pretty hot. Char and I had tried meeting with them for some fun several times and it seemed that the stars were against us, if we didn’t have trouble getting a sitter, either Marie or Ann were indisposed with their monthly. As Ann and I kept up our chats I finally told her that the next time we met I was going to blindfold her and tie her to the bed and cover her body from head to toe with my lips and tongue, to which she replied that she was game for that as she had never been tied up before and being blindfolded seemed like it might be fun. Sat evening came around and we all met at my house to go out for dinner, then back home for a few drinks. We had some other company as well and as soon as they left I suggested that it was time to get started. Marie and I had been to Wal-Mart that afternoon and bought some silk for the blindfold and bindings and I had fashioned an addition to the adventure as well, which Marie had told Bob about and he agreed that it sounded hot to him. I came up to Ann with the silk and placed it around her head completely covering her eyes so that she could not see anything. I could tell that she was very excited and nervous at the same time because she asked for a shot of tequila before we went any further. I then got up close to her ear and assured her that I would not do anything to hurt her in any way and she said that she trusted me implicitly. At this point I picked up the phone and pushed the talk button and pretended to dial a number. She froze instantly and asked me what I was doing but I just assured her that it was going to be a fun surprise. I then spoke to my pretend neighbor, who Bob and Ann had never met, and asked then if they were ready, then I said that we would be over in about five minutes. Ann was very nervous and asked what we were doing and I told her that our neighbors wanted to watch what was happening and that we were going over to their house for our little playtime, I also told her that they had been instructed to not say a word but just watch. Marie and Bob calmed her fears and she said that it was ok, she trusted me. I slowly guided her to the front door of my house and then out on the lawn and around to my back door and knocked. Bob opened the door and we walked in and started through the house toward the bedroom. She wanted desperately to have them speak to her but I reminded her that they would not talk to her yet; she wanted to say hi to them so I told her that she could. She said hi to Bob and Marie, thinking that they were total strangers. When we got to the bedroom and I turned her beside the bed and held her for a few minutes she was shaking like a leaf. I asked her if she was that scared and she told me no, she was more excited than she has ever been. I then kissed her and slowly removed her sweater while commenting to our imaginary friends about her wonderful breasts and how her nipples were standing out so proud and hard. Her breathing told me that she was really getting excited about this little adventure. With her standing there blindfolded I began to kiss and suck on her breasts and kiss all over her stomach. I could tell that her legs were getting weak and sat her on the edge of the bed and removed her pants and underwear. As I was doing this I saw that her legs were trembling like someone freezing to death and asked her if she was cold. She replied to me that she was not; she was just so excited that she could not stop shaking. She was really pumping the adrenalin right then. She asked me if they were still there and I told her that they were standing right there in the doorway about five feet from her and could see her very well. I made some comments about her being naked there in front of people that she had never met before and probably never would meet again and it looked like she had a small orgasm right there. I then lay her down on the bed and tied her wrists with the silk and attached a silk rope to them and tied the ropes under the bed, and did the same with her ankles and there she was spread eagle on the bed. Several times through the evening she would ask if they were still watching and I would tell her that they were but they looked like it was getting to them as well and they were starting to play with each other also. I then started at the top of her head and kissed and licked my way all over her neck and face and on down to her shoulders. I spent about 30 minutes kissing and nibbling the upper half of her body then went to her feet. I sucked on her toes and licked between them and then went on up her leg. Just before I reached her honey pot I went to the other foot and did the same with it. Again, just before reaching her soaking pussy I stopped and said that it was now time to turn over so her backside could have some attention. After I had retied her wrists and ankles I began again at her head and worked my way down, all the time she was moaning and squirming. By now Marie and Bob were in the living room on an air mattress going at it themselves and Ann asked what the noise was and I told her that they had had all they could take and had to go get some relief themselves. I covered every inch of her shoulders and back with my loving lips and tongue and she loved every minute of it. When I reached the top of her ass crack I moved down to her foot and worked it over from the back and then up her legs as I reached the back of her knee she shuddered and moaned quietly. When I reached the junction of her legs I moved down to her other foot and began the same journey. His time when I reached the top of her leg I proceeded to lick and nibble on her glorious asscheeks. After covering them from top to bottom and side to side I reached up and parted them and began at the top of her ass crack and tongued my way down. As I neared her little brownie I could feel her start to get really tense and she said that no one has ever touched her there but when my tongue made its first contact she started to spasm and moan very loudly and say how much she loved that feeling. After a few minutes of that I again turned her over and proceeded to work her over all around her wonderful little shaved pussy. I worked all around it but never touched her labia or clit. By this time she was ready to go into orbit. I suddenly clamped my lips down on her clit and sucked it into my mouth, as I did this she raised her hips about a foot off the bed and yelled, there was no mistaking that she had had a big orgasm that time. I slowly worked my way all up and down her body while dragging my hard cock all over her at the same time. I then used the head of my dick to play with her clit, rubbing it all over and around it, then just putting part of the head at her entrance and pulling it out again. This had taken about an hour and a half and she said that she was exhausted so I slowly stopped and finally removed her blindfold and she was amazed that we were still in my house. She told me that she had just had the most amazing and erotic time that she had ever imagined. As I was removing the restraints from her legs and wrists she was still trembling almost uncontrollably. She told me that she had never imagined that it could be so exciting to do that and told me that she had stopped counting after her sixth orgasm. All this time I had not entered her except for part of the head of my dick I told her that we would do it differently next time because we would have to plan it so that it came on a different time of the month so that she would not have that damned string hanging out like that and we had a good laugh about that. I don’t have my red wings and don’t plan to anytime soon. Half an hour later she was still shaking and coming down off her orgasmic high. She said that that was so fantastic that she would have to write about it. I think she may write to Penthouse forum, she said that she reads those letters and always says that they couldn’t be true but will read them in a little different light now. If she does I will try to get her to let me post a copy of her side of the adventure here so you can get both sides. Tied and Blindfolded I love being tied up and blindfolded. Last night he blindfolded me and tied me with ropes to the bed. Nothing gets my pussy wetter faster then being tied, helpless and blindfolded. He always starts these games the same way, leaving me alone for a few minutes. I lay there tied, unable to move, unable to see what's happening. His touch comes suddenly, unexpectedly. A light soft touch running down between my big tits and down my stomach; he must be using a feather. Another touch at my feet, maybe leather this time, tracing it's way up my leg to the inside of my thigh. His tongue suddenly licks at my hard nipple and the sensation makes me gasp in surprise and pleasure. He continues this slow teasing for what feels like forever. His fingers and tongue on different parts of my body, teasing, touching, licking and sucking; never in the same place or the same order. Suddenly there was nothing again. He's being very still and quiet and the anticipation is turning me on even more. Suddenly there's a noise, and a sharp sting. He's popped me on the inside of my thigh with the riding crop. I feel the leathery end of it tracing up and down my leg, and I can't wait for him to swing it again. The next sting comes in my left breast, close to the nipple. I'm gasping and moaning now as he makes three more quick swats to my big tits, the last landing right on my hard right nipple. I feel his fingers moving up and down my wet slit, spreading the wetness around. He teases my clit, rubbing ever so lightly over it. I moan and raise my hips to encourage him, but he just keeps teasing. I feel something hard pressing against the opening to my cunt and then slide in. By the time I've realized it's a vibrating egg, he's cranked it on full. The egg feels so good rumbling inside my pussy, and I'm squeezing my cunt around it. I can feel his hot breath on my wet lips and I beg him to eat me. I feel him getting closer, but it seems to take forever before I feel his tongue on my cunt. He starts out doing just what I love, his tongue starting at the bottom of my lips, and licking broadly all the way up to my clit. His hot wet tongue feels so good combined with the vibrations of the egg inside me and my hips are moving almost on their own, rubbing my pussy against his hot mouth. It doesn't take much of this to make me cum and he knows it. He brings me to the edge two or three times, letting me get close to cumming, and then turning off the egg and pulling his tongue away. Finally he lets me cum, and the orgasm is making me moan so loud. My pussy is throbbing around the hard egg and his tongue is working my clit relentlessly. I cum for what seems like forever before the spasms finally subside. Now I know what I need, and I'm begging him for it. "Please baby, give me your big cock." I plead softly. I feel him move over the bed and soon I can feel his big cock on my face. I turn my head and greedily take it in my mouth. I love the feeling of his hot hard cock in my mouth. I love how hard and soft it is at the same time, and hearing him moan as I suck him turns me on all the more. He's moving it in slow strokes in my mouth, and I'm trying to move my head so I can take more of it in. My tongue makes swirls around the hard shaft, and I can feel the tip all the way at the back of my throat. His dick is getting harder and hotter, and I can tell he can't take much more of this. He pulls his cock out of my mouth before he looses control, and climbs between my legs. He slowly pulls the still vibrating egg out of my cunt and begins rubbing his cock up and down my wet slit. He starts pushing it in slowly, and I can't help but moan as it stretches my tight little pussy. Finally he's all the way in, kneeling between my legs, and he puts the vibe on my clit as he begins stroking his big cock in and out of me. His strokes are long and deep, pulling his cock out almost all the way, and then back all the way until I feel the head pushing against my cervix. I'm moving my hips to match his strokes, and it doesn't take long for the combination of his hard cock and the vibrations to make me cum again. My moans and pulsing pussy must be too much for him, because as I'm cumming I feel his cock swell and explode inside me. The pulsing cock and the splashes of his hot cum inside me just make me cum that much harder If you like my story please let me know!! Tied & Bound The phone rang twice before she answered. "Hello," she said. "How about tonight," I said. "Are you ready?" "Yes" she answered. "Yes?" I said. "Yes Master," she said. "That's better" I said, "I'll be home at about 5:15." I arrived home at the appointed time. I went up to the bedroom already excited about what was to come. Sue was lying on the bed stark naked, spread-eagled. I went to the toy chest and pulled out the restraints. I walked over to the bed and started with her left ankle. I ran my hand up and down her calf and foot and secured the restraint around the ankle. I moved on to the left wrist. I secured it and moved on to each of her arms and legs restraining each and tying them to the feet of the bed. I went to the foot of the bed and took off my clothes, tossing them into a chair near the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The 34C breasts fell slightly to the side of her chest from their weight. The slit between her leg began to glisten with moisture in anticipation of what was to come. We neither one broke the spell with a word. She knew better than to say anything without being addressed first. I noticed her nipples stiffening as I pulled my jockey shorts down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. My penis was semi-rigid as I climbed onto the bed. I couldn't help but bury my face between her legs and begin licking the wet warm slit between her legs. I felt her stiffening and tasted the saltiness of her sex as my tongue explored her vagina. She began to twist and turn with excitement as allowed by her restraints. I continued to manipulate my tongue and explore her slit. I found the little knob at the top of her slit and flicked it with my tongue, knowing that would stimulate her. Indeed it did. I noticed the moistness of her vagina increasing with my efforts and I would occasionally stop my flicking of her clit and bury my mouth in her slit as deeply as I could and probe with my tongue as far as I could into her warm sopping cunt. I love the taste of her sex and enjoyed the intimacy of oral sex. As Sue writhed with excitement I quickly moved from her cunt and moved my lips to hers pressing hard with a kiss and probing with my tongue into her mouth. She usually fought me when I tried to do this except when she is restrained. The restraints seemed to eliminate her resistance to my sexual impulses. She too could taste her own sexuality and I knew it turned her on as well. I continued to kiss her as I pressed my now rigid cock against her pubic mound. I ran my hand up and down her body as I kissed her. My hand found her breast and I massaged it. It felt so soft and pliable. I ran my thumb over her stiff nipple, feeling it respond with a stiffening quiver. I could feel her orgasm building and knew she was about ready for my throbbing cock. I positioned myself between her legs and placed the head of my penis against her slit. I pushed into her slowly feeling the warm moistness surround my stiff cock. I pushed as far as I could until our pubic mounds meet, burying deeply into her. I slowly moved in and out of her feeling my own orgasm building as she too approached orgasm. It took only a few minutes for us both to reach climax. I pushed into her hard as my cock exploded with a river of cum, at the same time she pushed against me willing me to bury it deeper into her as she shuddered and orgasmed herself. I left her strapped helplessly to the bed as I went into the kitchen to find a bite to eat to placate my hunger. I gobbled down a chicken leg and found some whipped cream, which game me an idea. I took the whipped cream into the bedroom and squirted some on each of Sue's breasts. I told her this was my desert as I lowered my self to the bed and began licking and sucking the whipped cream off. Her nipples stiffened again as I sucked on them. I moved up and down her body with my kisses and licking, enjoying her helplessness. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and noticed that it was nearly 6:30. "I have a little surprise for you Sue," I said. "You'll do enjoy it and do as you're told, is that understood?" I said. "Yes, Master," she replied. The doorbell rang just then. I went to let Jeff in. Jeff stood at the door smiling as he stared at my nudity. We exchanged greetings and I invited him in. Jeff knew why I had asked him over. We had talked about it at the gym. Sue had often fantasized about having a black man fuck her but had always been hesitant to try it. I had decided that it was about time to fulfill her fantasy. I had seen Jeff showering and knew what a great gift he was about to provide Sue with. We went into the bedroom and Sue eyes widened as she noticed Jeff. "You might as well get comfortable" I told Jeff. He quickly stripped. Sue gasped as he took off his shorts and she saw the size of his penis. It had to be twice the size of mine. It was already stiffening as he starred at Sue's helplessly exposed body strapped to the bed. "Help yourself," I said motioning toward Sue. Jeff moved onto the bed smiling. His glistening black skin and thick black hair posed quite a contrast to Sue's light skin and soft brown hair. Sue began to object, but I quickly quieted her reminding her of her place. Jeff bent over her and began kissing her breasts and moving up and down her body, exploring greedily. He stopped at her cunt and flicked it with his tongue. I saw him smile as he said "I detect you two have already been having some fun prior to my arrival." He eventually moved his large, black, engorged cock up into Sue's face and I watched as she greedily took it into her mouth. It was too large for him to bury it fully down her throat but he moved it back and forth as he was capable as her lips closed around his dark shaft and the tongue circled the head. Sue was unbelievably turned on. I could tell as her toes pointed in and she literally exploded in an orgasm. Her whole body shuddered and she raised her hips up off the bed. I had never seen her so excited. Jeff stopped his penetration of her mouth for a few seconds to allow her to calm some and then proceeded to slide it in and out some more. I could tell that Jeff was getting close to orgasm also. He pulled his cock out of Sue's mouth and moved down between her legs and quickly buried his pulsing black shaft into her cunt. He did so rapidly and she winced with his entry. I knew it must have been momentarily painful for her since she was not use to being fucked with a cock that large. Jeff slid his cock in and out about five times before he shoved it in and pushed. I knew he was cumming as he shuddered. I know Sue felt his cum shooting into her pussy as well because it set off another massive orgasm in her as she too pushed her pubic mound into him. I was so turned on by the sight of this good looking black man fucking my wife that I literally came also just from watching. I shoot my load onto the bedsheets, but I didn't care. I figured they would wash. Jeff fell to the bed beside Sue and I lay down on the other side as we all rested to resume our activity later.