0 comments/ 602712 views/ 110 favorites A Daughter's Promise Ch. 1 By: J The day that changed my life forever began just like any other sunny, warm May morning. I saw my husband off to work after breakfast, did the usual household chores, had a shower and sat down to watch some daytime T.V. I reflected on what a happy lifestyle my husband, John, and I shared. We're both in our mid-twenties, have a nice house, some good friends, no kids (yet) and enjoy all the benefits that his decent salary brings. I was roused from my reverie by the ringing of the doorbell. I shouldn't have been surprised to see my Dad in the porch, since we had arranged to go to the golf driving range that morning. But I guess my daydreaming had taken up more time than I realised. He came in and waited for me to get dressed for my practice lesson. I'm not very sporty but at least golf allows you to be awful and still enjoy a good walk. Besides, it gets so boring staying at home all day and John doesn't like me working, so this gives me a nice break. Dad drove us the few miles to the golf course. Mum was at work but he had the day off and I think he liked the idea of teaching his youngest daughter to play the game he loves so much. I found a nice quiet stall away from the other learners, so that no one could see the terrible shots I hit, while Dad went to buy a bucket of practice balls. I started to swing the club to get my muscles loosened up. Although I don't play too much I keep in good shape with my twice weekly dance classes. John likes to take me out a lot in the evenings and show me off to the world, as he puts it, so it's important that I keep to a size 8. Dancing and golf help me to keep my figure the way John likes women to be, tall, busty and leggy. I looked up from my stance to see if Dad thought I was addressing the ball correctly only to find that his focus was not exactly where I had expected it to be. To be precise, he was staring directly at my ample cleavage. I admit that a tight fitting, low buttoned top and equally tight shorts may not be the most appropriate attire for the golf course proper, but didn't feel it was out of place for the driving range. My eyes still hadn't found his so I said " Excuse me, but are you going to help me today Dad or just stand staring at my body?". When eventually he looked up, his expression was not one of shame or embarrassment at mentally undressing his own daughter, but of sheer, undisguised lust. I was not entirely surprised. I had seen that look on his face before. Often, when we've been at family gatherings like weddings or birthdays, I've caught him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I usually wear a short, tight little mini skirt and high heels to occasions like those and sometimes, if I know Mum's not looking, I'll give Dad a treat and somehow try to let my skirt ride up even higher . I admit that I get excited when any man lusts over me, even my own father. I can imagine what they'd like do to me if they had me in their power. Anyway, that's how I normally feel. But today I was angry. Angry because I really wanted to concentrate on getting better at this stupid game. That's why I said it. That's why a fantasy turned into a reality. It just came out of my mouth before I even realised what I'd said. "Look Dad, if you can get me to hit just one ball more than 150 yards, I'll take off my blouse and bra when we get home and you can have a really good look at them, O.K?". "You're just kidding me" he replied. "No I'm not, it's a promise. Honest " I heard myself say. Well wouldn't you know it. All of a sudden I had my very own dedicated golf pro changing my grip, adjusting my stance, telling me to flex at the knees. Give a man the right incentive and he'll do anything. Equally unsurprising was that the next ball I hit sailed over the 150 yard marker before it even touched the ground. My fate was sealed. It was hardly worth hitting the few remaining balls, we both had other things on our minds. Dad almost pushed me towards the car. He was making no attempt at any kind of propriety. The drive back to my place was completed in a record ten minutes. All the time I could feel his eyes burning into me. He was about to see his own daughter naked from the waist up, just as I had promised. We entered through the front door and I locked it behind me. I certainly did not want John coming home early and catching us. Dad went straight into the lounge and shouted for me. " Not in here Dad, the neighbours might see. Let's go up to my bedroom" He followed close behind me up the stairs. I could almost feel his breath on my behind and still couldn't believe what I was about to do. As we entered the bedroom I went over to the windows and pulled the curtains shut. I began to have doubts. What if John was to come back.? Dad walked past me and picked up the bedside phone. Then I heard him say " Hi John, it's Bill. We still on for that game this Sunday ? Good, see you then buddy" We both knew that it would take my husband at least 90 minutes to get home from his office even if he was to leave early and miss the rush hour. So there was now no backing out. Dad put the light on saying that he wanted to get a really good look at them. Slowly my hands went to the bottom button of my blouse. I undid it. Then the next, and the next. Finally, just the top button was left holding my blouse together. Then I stopped. I told Dad I was worried. He accused me of trying to break my promise. I said I wasn't worried about him seeing me topless but worried about how turned on I had suddenly become. In fact, I had just realised that the panties I was wearing under my shorts were soaking wet. I also suddenly became aware for the first time just how excited Dad was, and he was making no effort to hide the bulge that had appeared in his trousers. I took a couple of steps towards him. Now I wanted him to see me naked. Teasingly, I undid that final button and slowly opened the blouse to reveal my nicely tanned cleavage in a white, lace trimmed bra. As I slipped the blouse from my shoulders I started to sway to the sexy music I could hear in my head. Dad was just staring at my body, and I could swear he was salivating. I let my hands caress my tummy, slowly moving them up to the bra fastener at the front. I moved so that I was right in front of him , looked up to his eyes and said: " Dad, why don't you undo me " He licked his lips with a lustful tongue. His hands came up to my bra clasp. He fumbled for a few seconds the way men do with these things, but at last he got it undone. I turned around so that my back faced him. I could feel his dick digging into my shorts. I ordered him to take the straps down from my shoulders. I felt his rough hands on my soft skin as he obeyed my command. Suddenly the bra fell to the floor and I was naked from the waist up. I knew at this point that I wanted things to go further. As a matter of fact I had never felt so randy. I began to wiggle my bottom against Dad's swelling and ever so slowly turned around to face him. I used my hands to try and cover as much of my breasts as possible but they're too big to hide them all. He told me to take my hands away. " Don't worry Daddy ", I began, " you can see as much of me as you like. I'll be a good little daughter for you. See, I've kept my promise ". Ever so slowly I moved my hands away. At the first sight of my nipples, Dad's bulge seemed to grow even bigger. I caressed my breasts and pushed them up so that they were almost close enough for me to lick them. I had him under my complete control and the power was such a turn on. I told him to give me his hands. He did so without ever taking his eyes from my heaving bosom. I held his palms up to my face and ran my tongue over them. This got his attention as I hoped it would. " Rub my nipples " I commanded. I can still remember his hands touch my breasts for the first time and the effect now is the same as it was then. My nipples went so hard and big that they could be used for coat hooks , and it was the first time I ever had an orgasm without a dick in me. I moaned loudly as my body convulsed in pleasure with Dad's hands mauling my tits till I thought they'd bruise. My knees buckled under me and I collapsed into Dad's arms. I expected him to hold me up but he placed his big hands on my shoulders and forced me to kneel on the floor with my body leaning against the wall and my legs under me. Roughly, he opened my mouth with two of his short, fat fingers and I knew what was coming next. With his other hand he fumbled at his trouser zip. Eventually, he got it undone and out sprang his enormous weapon. It wasn't the longest I had ever seen but it certainly was the fattest. Without any concern for me he guided it straight into my open mouth. It was wet with pre cum and this helped me not to gag as he took hold of the side of my head and fucked me in the mouth. My head stopped banging against the wall as I became used to the length of his strokes. He was grunting as his glistening tool slipped easily in and out between my parted red lips. I wondered how long he had fantasised about doing this to his youngest daughter and before the day was to end this question was to be answered. Just as I felt he was about to come he pulled out of me. He took hold of my arm and threw me on my bed. He pulled off my gym shoes and started to tug at the waistband of my shorts. I raised my hips to help him and before I knew it I was lying completely naked on the bed, and my own Dad hovering over me with desire in his crazed eyes. He took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs so that my knees were almost touching my face. My wet, swollen pussy lips were gazing up at him. Slowly and gently now, Dad bent down to my love box. At the first touch of his tongue my body racked with delight for a second time. As Dad's mouth explored my clit and delved inside my wet hole I writhed uncontrollably beneath him. As I bucked for the third time he moved his mouth away. "Beg your Daddy to fuck you properly you little slut " he said. "I've been a good girl Daddy, please, please put your dick in me and fuck me till you come " I pleaded. And I meant it too. I'd never been so horny in all my life. The pleasures of forbidden fruit I guess. The same must have also been true for Dad because he forced his manhood into me with such a power that he almost lifted me off the bed. I doubted that Mum had ever had the fucking he was giving me right now. There was no love involved as he thrust his meat in and out of my tight little box. He held my hands together above my head with one of his while his other one clasped my throat. I wasn't choking but there was no way that I could have gotten away even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't. "I've wanted to fuck you like this ever since you went to that school where they made you wear that sexy little uniform " Dad began. " And I know you were raising your short little skirts on purpose you little prick teaser. So now I'm giving you ten years backdated fucking and you're going to be my own little sex slave from now on." Well it came as a surprise that Dad had wanted to take me that long ago, but now that he had I was willing to do anything for him. When I told him this it drove him crazy with lust. He lowered his face and his big, fat lips drooled over mine as his tongue found it's way into my mouth and began it's exploration. I could taste his saliva but couldn't swallow because of the lock he had on my neck. Dad's thrusting became faster and deeper and I felt his knob was going to touch my heart if he wasn't careful. I tried to scream as yet another orgasm racked through my body, but with his big mouth slobbering over me no noise came out. After fucking me for ages I felt Dad's body start to tremble and I could see from the contorted expression on his face that he was seconds away from coming. He ordered me to open my mouth quickly. I obeyed. He wasn't in the mood to be argued with. At last he withdrew his dick and positioned it above my gaping mouth. I imagined how it looked to him. He had given his daughter the fucking of her life and fulfilled his most secret fantasy to boot. And now he was balanced above her naked, glistening young body with his dick about to explode it's juices into her inviting sweet mouth. The girl he had bounced on his knee as a baby was about to swallow his semen. And then with a groan of ecstasy it came. Not in a dribble, the way a man comes when sex is over quickly, but in a thick, forceful stream that indicates sex has been on a man's mind for a long time. The glutinous, salty liquid hit the back of my throat like it had come from a hosepipe. Dad released his grip on my neck so that I could swallow it. There seemed to be gallons of the stuff, but I took it down almost as quickly as he could produce it. When Dad had squeezed the end of his knob so that the last few drops fell past my lips, only a small residue dribbled from the corners of my mouth. I used my now free fingers to give his dick one final grasp and pushed the cum from around my lips and onto my tongue. Then, slowly I licked them dry. He stood up and looked down upon his exhausted daughter. "From now on, I'll take you whenever I want. You'll do what I say, wear what I want you to wear and fuck who I tell you to fuck. Do you understand ?". " Yes Dad " I replied "I'll always be your obedient little girl" With that, he wiped his dick on my discarded panties, threw them on my breasts and left. That was a few years ago. Since then I've been his sex slave and toy. I've done things that would disgust most people, but they make me so horny that I think I must be a depraved ,wanton slut. Maybe I'll tell you some of them another time. The moral of the story is this: For all you fathers reading this, maybe your daughter would like to take up golf. And for any girls who have been excited by my story ( and what girl hasn't fantasised about sex with her father ) a little encouragement pays dividends. A Daughter's Promise Ch. 2 I heard the front door close downstairs and then Dad got into his car and drove home. I lay on the bed, my naked, tanned body still covered in a film of glistening perspiration. As I licked my lips I could still taste Dad's semen. I re-lived again in my mind that last hour since I had first stripped off for him. I felt dirty and cheap and I loved it. Sex with my husband, John, was good but incest is best. I knew that I wouldn't see Dad again until Saturday when he and Mum and John and I went to visit Grandad. We did this about once a month since Grandma died about two years ago. I fantasised about what I would wear to tease and tempt Dad to the point that he'd have to make an excuse to get me on my own. It didn't matter how provocative my outfit was, because everybody is used to seeing me dress like a whore, I always had. However, on Friday all my plans were dashed when Mum phoned me to say that they wouldn't be going to Grandad's place tomorrow because Dad had been invited to play golf with his club team. I felt so disappointed that I nearly said to John that I wouldn't be going either, but something changed my mind. I don't know what it was, maybe woman's intuition, but as you'll learn, I was sure glad to heed it. We'd been at Grandad's house for about two hours when I offered to make us all something to eat and drink. Grandad took John out into the garden to show off his prize roses. As I opened the door to the kitchen, Grandad's pet labrador, Rex, shot passed me and up the stairs to the bedrooms. I know he's not allowed up there so I chased after him. Typically, there was a door open. It was the door to Grandad's bedroom. I went in, calling after the dog, but could not see him anywhere. As I walked to the far side of the big king size bed, Rex bolted passed me and down the stairs. I was just about to follow when something caught the corner of my eye. On the carpet under Grandad's bed I saw a magazine. Curiosity got the better of me and I bent down to pick it up. It was one of those pornographic jobs that tells a story in photos a bit like a comic book. I looked out of the window and could see that Grandad and John were still in the garden, so I had some time. It began with a young woman knocking at the door of a house. She was wearing a lapel badge that said 'Help in the Community'. The door was opened by a middle aged man who invited the girl in. She was wearing a black blazer, which came off pretty quickly, under which was a tight white blouse and very clearly no bra. Her skirt was shortish in a very distinctive orange and black plaid. Her shoes were flat and black and she wore these with white ankle socks. The next few pages saw her doing a variety of light household chores which afforded her the opportunity to display her assets to the homeowner. He then offered her a soft drink which he spiked with a heap of vodka and sat down next to the girl on the couch. When the girl became tipsy the man made his move. Over the next few pages her clothes all came off and the hard sex photos began. Grandad had my admiration. There can't be many sixty eight year old men who can still manage to jerk off. After a couple of pages of some good oral shots, I was beginning to get a bit worked up myself. A quick look through the window showed me that I was still OK so I undid the zip of my jeans and put my hand down my panties. As I flicked the pages with one hand the other was busy furiously rubbing my clit. I was reaching a climax just as the girl had been told to get on her knees while the man, with dick in hand, was ready to pump her from behind. At that point I couldn't get the next page open, they were stuck together. This was clearly going to be Grandad's favourite page. When I eventually managed to pry the pages apart, what I saw made me come instantly, but I had to keep my noise down because the window was open. I couldn't tell whether the girl was enjoying being fucked from the rear because her face wasn't there. Instead, glued over it was a photo of me. The feeling I had at that moment was the same as I had felt a few days earlier when Dad had taken me so forcefully. Here was my own Grandad pulling himself off every night imagining he was fucking his youngest granddaughter. I got myself together and put the magazine back where I had found it and ran downstairs before they came back in from the garden. I cursed the fact that I wasn't wearing anything that would allow me to indicate to Grandad that I was interested. I needn't have worried because when they came back in John said the most amazing thing. 'Grandad says he's going to have to get some home help in soon. The old house is getting a bit too big to manage.' I couldn't believe it. Was this a hint he was dropping. Before I knew what was happening I heard myself say,' Don't get a stranger in Grandad, I'll come round once a week and help out if you like.' 'Naw', he began, ' you say that now but you'll soon forget' 'No I won't' I replied. 'I promise' I could have sworn I saw a movement in his trousers when I said on leaving that I'd see him Wednesday afternoon. As John drove us home I felt my pussy getting wet at the thought of what was to come and how I would plan it. Monday morning I set about my strategy. I had plenty of tops and high heels to choose from but the skirt would be a problem. I wanted to look as much like the girl in the magazine as possible so that it would give Grandad some kind of subliminal encouragement. A day's shopping provided the solution. I bought a red and black tartan skirt which I thought would be close enough to the plaid one that the girl wore. It was just above the knee, so I used my seamstress skills to take it up until it was half way up my thigh. It had only one button to fasten it at the waistband and it was a crossover type. I experimented and found that in normal walking the flap opened to show a lot of inner thigh, whilst if I put one leg on the rung of a ladder or on a stool a person in the right place would get a full on shot of my panties. Everything was set. On Wednesday morning after John had gone to work, I set about making myself ready for Grandad. I showered first and then shaved my pussy so that there was no hair there at all. I do this at least twice a week since I like to have a year round all over tan. I painted my hand and toe nails in a deep red, and put on some lipstick to match. The girl had had long blond her just like mine, which she wore in a shaggy style, so I did the same. I got a three buttoned white, tight fitting blouse and put it on without a bra. My brown nipples stood out proud leaving nothing to the imagination. Then I wrapped the short skirt around my waist and fastened it. Finally, I put on some thin panties that tied at the sides and stepped into a pair of red, four inch stilettos. As I walked to the car I could feel my pussy already starting to drip at the prospect of what was to come. I pulled up outside Grandad's and walked up the path to the front door. My hand trembled as it reached for the bell and doubts began to appear in my mind. What if I'd got it all wrong? How could I explain myself to Grandad and then the rest of the family? But now it was too late because the front door started to open. The look on Grandad's face as he looked me up and down unashamedly made all my previous worries disappear. He couldn't have said he lusted after me any better with words. He followed me into the living room and I guessed his eyes were on the back of my long legs, which people have told me are my best feature. I asked him where he'd like me to start and then set about my light chores. I made sure that I gave him some good cleavage and upskirt shots as I pranced around the room. At one stage I asked him to balance me as I stood on a chair to reach some high shelves. I made sure that he was positioned in the right place so that as I put one leg on the chair and my skirt fell open, he would get a full close up of my wet, white panties. He let go of my hand and I told him not to let me fall. I felt his hands go to my waist. Slowly, one of them began to trace a path down to my hips. I wanted to tease him a bit more so, before he could move his hands further, I climbed down from the chair. After an hour or so Grandad suggested we stop for a drink. I said a small Drambuie on ice would be a real thirst quencher. He brought me a tumbler that must have contained about a quarter pint of the liqueur. As he went out to prepare his own,I tipped almost all of mine into a plant pot. He seemed pleased to see that I had such a thirst. I sat down on the left side of the couch and carefully crossed my left leg over my right so that the flap of my short skirt remained closed. Grandad sat opposite me staring at my golden bare thighs. I decided to offer some encouragement and let my red high heel dangle from my foot. I don't know why this is but it seems to send most men wild. It certainly had this effect on him because he got out a huge photo album, which gave him the excuse to come and sit next to me. I held the album up on my lap and it completely obscured my own view of my legs. Grandad started to explain away the photos as he had done so many times before, but we both feigned interest anyway. I wondered when or even if he would make a move. Then it happened. On my left calf I felt the touch of one of his cold, bony fingers. I had trouble keeping concentration I was so excited. Grandad was actually going for me. His touch was soft at first and could easily have been explained away as an accident. But then at last I felt another of his fingers join the first. Then another until, eventually, the back of his right hand was brushing my inner calf. Cautiously, he began to move the back of his hand up towards my knee. I decided that to ignore it was the best form of encouragement. As he pointed with his left hand to a photo in the album with great significance, he used the decoy to plant the palm of his right hand solidly on my right knee. I felt my breathing become quicker at the touch of Grandad's clammy hand on my soft leg. I gave him not the slightest impression that it bothered me. Spurred on by my lack of resistance, I felt his hand move up my thigh. I heard the tremble in his voice and knew that he too was becoming crazy with desire. He was moving his hand freely up and down my thigh now but stopping always at the hem of my skirt. Now it was my turn to provide some encouragement. I asked Grandad if he would re fill my glass. While he was away I uncrossed my legs and opened the flap of my skirt so that it exposed my panties. I parted my legs a little and opened the top button of my blouse. The message I was giving out couldn't have been clearer if I'd put a sign around my neck saying 'Take me'. From here on in I wanted to see what he was doing so I moved the large photo album off my lap and rested it on the arm of the couch. When Grandad returned with my drink it was clear that my new pose had the effect I had planned; the bulge in his crotch was big enough to hang a coat on. He sat down right next to me again and handed me another full tumbler of Drambuie. I pretended to be looking at the album . Without the slightest hesitation Grandad placed his right hand bang on my right leg. I watched as his old wrinkled fingers moved over my tender skin. Slowly, he let his thumb move to the inside of my thigh. Finding no resistance from his granddaughter, he moved it further up towards my panties. I couldn't hold back any longer and started to softly groan. I rubbed the insides of my thighs together as Grandad's thumb at last found my pussy lips from the outside of my soaking panties. That first touch sent me over the edge. My whole body convulsed with pleasure and my head lolled from side to side on the back of the couch. Grandad knew he had me now and his eager, bony fingers managed to undo the single button holding my skirt together. As it fell away exposing my hips and waist, Grandad hauled my right leg up onto the couch leaving my left one on the floor, pulled me down and sat in between my legs. I looked up to see him fumbling with the bows holding my panties together. At last he got them undone and tossed them onto the floor, leaving my dripping love box open to his lustful gaze. With animal like speed he bent his head down and greedily began to nibble, and suck at my clit. I put my hands on his bald head and pushed it down further so that his exploring tongue could go deep into my slit. I bucked and writhed under him as another orgasm hit me. Grandad then looked up and planted his big, fat lips over my mouth. As his rough unshaven face slobbered over me, his tongue delving into every corner of my mouth, his hands impatiently ripped open the two remaining buttons of my blouse. Grandad sat up and gazed down at my nakedness. The sight of this fat old man above me made me so horny that I pulled his cold hands onto my breasts and reached up to offer him my mouth again. As I pulled my lips away from his I whispered in his ear: ' Grandad, please fuck me like a doggy.' This sent him absolutely crazy. I 'm about five six and weigh less than 95 pounds, but Grandad lifted me up from the couch like I was a rag doll. I suppose when a man wants to take a woman bad enough he can do just about anything. I was naked except for my red high heels as he carried me towards the back of the house. 'If you want to be fucked like a dog, you've got to be treated like one.' Grandad said. He opened the back door and carried me out towards a small wooden shed in the back garden where his dog sleeps. The cool air on my body and the combination of excitement and fear I was feeling gave me goosebumps all over. I knew nobody could see us because his garden, like my own, is completely secluded. He opened the shed door and ordered the dog to get out. Rex duly obeyed and Grandad carried me in and closed the door behind us. It was dark and smelly. Grandad dropped me on a dirty old mattress that the dog sleeps on. I felt the grime on my clean skin and it made me crazy with lust. Grandad took the dog's leash from the back of the door and put it around my neck. He pulled it tight and it forced me to sit up on my knees. I could hardly talk but he told me to beg for his dick. I whimpered that I wanted it and, boy, did I. He used his free hand to unfasten his trousers. They fell to the floor, exposing his old, craggy legs. I doubted if he could see his dick over his fat belly as he pulled it clear of his shorts. It was a pretty good hardon for a man near seventy. He took hold of it in one hand and pulled me closer with the leash using the other. Teasingly, I licked the end of it and tasted his precum. Grandad moaned at this first touch. It must have been a while since he'd had a blow job from someone as young as me. My tongue moved down the length of his stiff shaft. He lifted his dick up so that I could get to his hairy balls. I put one of them in my mouth and rolled it around. Then I came back along his weapon and, looking up at him with submissive eyes, took the full length of it in my throat. I wanted to keep eye contact with Grandad as his tool shot in and out of my greedy mouth. I felt the leash go tighter around my neck and from the look on Grandad's face he wasn't far from emptying his load into me. To my surprise he stopped himself from coming, pushed my head away and told me to kneel on all fours like the bitch I was. I did as I was told. Grandad knelt behind me. He got hold of the heel of my right shoe and forced my legs further apart. Grandad pulled on the leash and this forced me to arch my back and stick my ass in the air. With his other hand he began to caress my soft, round butt cheeks . He bent his head down and licked at my ass hole to moisten it ready for his insertion. The feel of Grandad's tongue on that most sensitive opening made me groan loudly. I wiggled my ass in his face and pleaded with him to fuck me now. At last I felt his bell end at my ass hole. I thought he'd be gentle but no chance. With a grunt he forced the full length of his hard dick right in. After the initial shock I got used to the piston like strokes of Grandad fucking me in the ass. He was driving me to the point of frenzy and he used the leash to control me the way a rider controls a horse. Wave after wave of sensation hit me until at last my whole body racked in orgasm. I'd never groaned as loud as I did then. This must have affected Grandad too because I felt his free hand press down hard on the small of my back while his other nearly choked the air out of me as he pulled the leash around my neck even tighter. His breathing became louder and strokes faster until, with a deafening roar he pulled his meat out of me and directed a spray of thick white cum up my back almost reaching my neck. He let go his grip on the leash and I collapsed onto my hands. I felt Grandad scooping up his juices from my back. Then he told me to turn around and face him. He put the palm of his hand by my mouth and told me to be a good bitch and lap it all up. I put the tip of my tongue in the white liquid. I loved it's taste and greedily licked his hand dry. With that he pulled up his trousers and went back to the house. I teetered back up the garden path naked except for my red high heels. As I entered the living room, Grandad looked up at me from the couch. He told me to come and sit on his knee. Wearing just heels is so sexy that any walk is provocative, so on this occasion I didn't have to try anything special as I sauntered over to him and placed myself in his lap. His old hands roamed over my young body and he asked me if I'd come back next week. 'Yes Grandad' I began .' I promise'. 'Good' he replied as his hand cupped my right breast. ' Because there's someone else I'd like to invite to join us. Would you like that?' 'Oh yes Grandad, that would be nice' And it was. A Daughter's Promise Ch. 3 I drove away from Grandad's desperately in need of a shower. I could still smell his cum around my mouth and feel it's sticky dryness over my back, not to mention the fact that I had been laying on his dog's mattress while he fucked me. I was lucky that John wouldn't be home when I got back and even luckier that I'd left a jacket in the car, seeing as how my blouse had two of its three buttons ripped off by Grandad in his eagerness to strip me. When I opened the front door I could hear the phone ringing in the living room. I dashed in and caught it just in time. It was Dad. He said that he'd just had a call from Grandad inviting him round to his place next Wednesday afternoon and Grandad had mentioned that I'd be there as well. Dad went on to say that he thought Grandad was planning something. When I asked Dad why he thought this, he told me that Grandad had gotten hold of a porno magazine from his den which pretty much made it clear what he'd like to do to me. Now it all began to fit into place. The magazine that I'd found underneath Grandad's bed with a photo of me stuck over the face of the girl being doggy fucked, wasn't Grandad's as I'd previously thought. So now both of them realised that the other one wanted to fuck me but neither of them knew that the other already had. What an opportunity awaited me. I would be able to tease both of them to my heart's content and see which one of them broke first. Next week couldn't come soon enough. At last, Wednesday morning arrived and, after seeing John off to work, I began to get myself ready and fantasise about the afternoon's offerings. During a long , hot soak in the tub, I planned my outfit for the day. I remembered Dad saying how he'd drooled over me in my school uniform all those years ago, and decided that to make myself look that young again would drive him wild, and Grandad too probably. I painted my long fingernails in a deep red and applied a similar shade of gloss to my full lips. I put on a little mascara but no other makeup since I wanted to look as pure and innocent as I could. I put my long, blond hair into two pigtails and looked at the effect in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. Maybe I'd even be able to get to Grandad's on the school bus! I put on the same white blouse that Grandad had ripped off me last week, suitably repaired of course, over a crisp white bra. Then I placed some thin, white thongs over my hips and put on a very short black, pleated skirt. White ankle socks, a black tie and five inch black patent heels finished the job. During the drive to Grandad's, I got some lusty looks from some truckers who could see my outfit from their lofty cab as they overtook me. The thought of what Dad and Grandad would think when they saw me made my pussy become wet. At last I pulled up outside Grandad's house and could see Dad's car further down the street. Grandad's eyes became like slits as he opened the door and surveyed me up and down without the slightest embarrassment. He ushered me in saying he had a surprise guest for me. As I entered the living room I feigned shock at seeing Dad there, just as he had told me to do on the phone last week. I could feel their eyes upon me as I said I'd get straight to work. They were looking at me the way a pair of wild animals survey an unsuspecting foal. As I dusted about the place, Dad and Grandad sat on the couch watching me without saying a word to each other. As I bent down to pick up some newspapers that had been scattered on the floor, I made sure I gave them both a good eyeful of my long legs and thin white panties. After about an hour of this teasing I thought I'd better make the first move; I couldn't stand the waiting any longer. Grandad has four large vases on his mantelpiece. I made sure they were paying attention as I dusted the first three and neglected the last one completely. At last Grandad said what I'd wanted him to say and admonished me for missing the fourth vase. 'Gee Grandad' I began ' I feel like a naughty schoolgirl who's about to be punished by the principal'. Then to increase the effect I put my thumb in my mouth and sucked on it and rubbed my knees together, the way you do when you're dying for a pee. As I played with my pigtails Dad said ' How would you like your Grandad and me to punish you?' At last Things were moving in the right direction. 'Yes, I'd like that very much' I heard myself reply. 'But not in here' I continued, ' I don't want anybody seeing you doing things to me through the window' 'I've got just the place for us all to go ' Grandad said. ' But be sure you don't tell anyone'. 'I won't, Grandad. 'I promise'. Grandad told the two of us to follow him and he took us to a door that he opened which led down to his cellar. Grandad turned on the light switch at the top of the steps. One meagre light bulb in the middle of the cellar came on. I was ordered to go down first. It was almost too dark to see on the dozen or so steps that led down to the cold , dank basement, especially when Dad closed the door behind him and bolted it shut. I teetered down gingerly on my high heels, with Grandad and Dad eager and keen behind me. At the bottom the light wasn't that much better but Grandad told me to go and stand underneath the bulb. It wasn't much of a spotlight and I couldn't see them at all in the shadows of this poky room. Then Dad ordered me to strip. My juices were really flowing now as I began to undo my tie. 'Leave that on. It will be useful later' Grandad said huskily. Slowly, I undid the three buttons of my blouse. As the material parted to show my bra underneath I felt the coolness of the air touch my tanned skin. I slipped the blouse from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Next I undid my short skirt and eased it over my hips. I kicked it away when it fell around my ankles. I stood there in front of my Dad and his dad wearing only my skimpy underwear, tie, ankle socks and shoes. 'Take off your bra' Dad commanded. I undid the clasp at the back. Teasingly, I let the straps fall from my shoulders and then, ever so slowly, I let it too fall to the floor. I heard them gasp when they saw my plump, ripe breasts and saucer size rings surrounding my rock hard nipples. As my hands went to the sides of the high cut thong I was wearing I was told to stop. 'We'll take those off' Grandad whispered. Suddenly the two of them were upon me. Grandad picked me up and carried me across to the side wall. As he raised my arms, he told Dad to fasten my wrists to the two iron bracelets that I now saw screwed into the wall above my head. I stood there with my hands shackled in chains. Grandad bent down to my left side and told Dad to do the same at my right. Dad followed Grandad's lead as they nibbled at the sides of my panties with their teeth. Gradually, as their mouths got a grip on the flimsy material they began to slide the garment down over my hips. As my panties fell to the floor, Dad put them up to his face and took a deep sniff at the crotch. 'I'm going to enjoy tasting the sweet juices of my youngest daughter' he growled Still on bended knees, Grandad and Dad began to lick their way up my legs. Dad got to my pussy first while Grandad carried on up to my belly. I parted my legs a little as Dad tongued my clit and probed my inner parts. I began to shudder in ecstasy and wished my hands were free so that I could push Dad's head further in me. Grandad had now reached my tits and was sucking on them furiously. I knew I'd get covered in bite marks today but at that moment I didn't care; I just wanted them to use me. Dad joined Grandad taking a nipple each in their fingers and twisting and pulling until I groaned loudly and begged them to fuck me. Then their faces were upon me. Dad sought and found my mouth with his and began to devour it greedily while Grandad nuzzled at my throat. Our tongues met and dripped in each other's saliva. Suddenly Dad's mouth was gone and had been replaced by Grandad's. He took hold of my head with his bony old hands and forced it against the wall as his tongue searched every corner of my inviting mouth. I managed to look down and could see a huge bulge in each of their trousers and wondered how long they could last before they had to fuck me. My answer came immediately as Grandad told Dad to untie me and bring me over to the stocks. As my arms were released from the shackles above my head I collapsed into Dad's arms. I felt him carry me over to the other side of the cellar. Out of the darkness I saw what Grandad had been talking to Dad about. In front of me was a wall with a padded top. It came up to my waist. About two feet beyond this was a pair of old wooden stocks. Dad pushed me up flush to the wall and forced me to bend forward over it at the waist. Even with my five inch heels on, my feet were just about able to touch the ground. As my upper body fell towards Grandad he pulled the top part of the stocks down so that my hands and head protruded through the holes. When he had done this he took a padlock and I was helpless. I could hear them arguing about who was going to have which end of me first. Dad must have won because it was he who came up and stood in front of me. It was difficult to look up at his waist from the position I was in, but I saw Dad's trousers fall to his ankles. I then felt two of his short, fat fingers go into my mouth. This had a twofold effect; not only did it open my mouth to await the penetration from his fat dick but it also helped me to lift my head to an acceptable angle. As my gaze got higher, I at last saw Dad's weapon. It was already glistening as he pushed it passed my swollen lips. I didn't gag as Dad took hold of my pigtails and slowly began to thrust his meat in and out of my mouth. I managed to get my throat at such an angle that I could take all of him in. Behind me I felt Grandad's cold hands moving over my legs. He started at the top of my thigh at the front and slowly felt his way down to my ankles. I felt him caress my patent high heels before his hands started their upward journey up over my taught calves and then the back of my thighs before he finally reached my butt. Then I heard his zip go down and then he was moving his knob over my pussy lips. At last, after teasing me like this for what seemed like hours, Grandad slipped his full length into me. He took hold of the tie that was now laying across my back and began to ride me like a horse. The sensations that my body was having were like nothing I had experienced before. I couldn't make any noise of course, but my climax was no worse for the silence as all of my insides juddered with another orgasm. Dad was giving my mouth no mercy as his groin thrust increasingly quickly back and forth. I was aware that the speed of Grandad's grinding was beginning to match that of Dad's and thought both men must be near to coming. Then I heard Dad start to groan 'Yes, yes ,yes' and I knew he was close. Grandad had started to cuss and call me a teasing bitch getting what she deserved . Then he took hold of the sides of my hips and I could feel his talon like nails digging into my soft flesh and with a cry he let me have it all. He pumped me until every drop of his semen had left his sack. Then he pulled out of me and I heard him stagger to lean against the wall. And then, with a shout of 'Eat this daughter', Dad's dick exploded in my mouth. I couldn't swallow all of it because he didn't take his tool out, but just kept squeezing it until nothing more would come. At last, I felt him go limp inside me and I was able to take the rest of his spunk down my throat. Dad too collapsed in a heap on the floor in front of me. When they had recovered sufficiently they moved towards me again. Grandad asked if I'd been punished enough. I replied that I was still a naughty girl and deserved to be given more of the same. I could see their pricks harden as I talked to them in this fashion and , before I went home that afternoon, Dad and Grandad changed ends and punished me again.