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Granddaughter Loves to Tease

By: samslam



"So how long do I have to be in exile?" Chelsea asks her mom, as they drive down I-95 towards her grandfather's farm.

"You are not in exile." Her mother says, exasperatedly. You are spending a few weeks on the farm to... uh..." She searches for the right word.

"Keep me away from my friends!" She exclaims. "Exiled!" Chelsea fumes, folding her arms firmly over her chest and sitting back in the bucket seat. "I don't see what the big deal is?"

"You don't?" Her mother yells. "You offered to have sex with your teacher in exchange for an 'A' and that's not a big deal?" She bristles, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turn white. "I suppose that's an everyday experience!"

Actually it is, Chelsea thinks, but decides not to tell her mother about the four other teachers, who accepted her offer. If it weren't for that asshole, calculus teacher, Mr. Linden, she'd have been an honor roll student without ever studying, she thinks, smiling to herself.

Rachel hadn't planned on having this conversation with her daughter until she got to the farm and could ask her father for advice. Sometimes she hates being a single mother of a teenage girl. 

"Chelsea, we've been over this." She says, trying to calm her breathing. "Just because you're 18 doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Your therapist says these rebellious behaviors are a reaction to your father and I getting divorced. He suggested we get you out of your environment and around better male role models." She says.

Rachel thinks the therapist might have a point. Chelsea was present when Rachel caught her husband banging the Latina maid, one afternoon about a year ago. The young, brown skinned girl was riding her husband's cock and moaning in Spanish, when Rachel opened the bedroom door, with her arms full of shopping bags. Chelsea watched, as her mother threw her father out of the house and fired the maid who was still struggling to get back in her uniform.

Chelsea turns away from her mother and faces the window. She knows this has nothing to do with her parent's divorce. She's been a prick tease for as long as she's known what it was. She can't help it and neither can that idiot therapist. Nothing turns her on more than taking a guy to the ultimate edge and then walking away, leaving him to fend for himself. It's such a powerful feeling to have such complete control over another human being. Her juices flow for hours, as she masturbates, following each encounter. 

A couple of months ago, she realized that her partying was interfering with her studies and she was going to flunk most of her classes. If that happened, she wouldn't graduate from high school. She'd never teased an adult before, but she quickly devised a scheme to attempt it on her most vulnerable teachers. She hadn't actually had sex with them, well not all of them. She teased them into compromising positions and then blackmailed them, starting with her English teacher, Mr. Pederson. She was amazed at how easy it was to make a grown man drool over her developing, teenage body.

As she stares out the car window, she remembers how she teased him for weeks, watching him squirm and try to hide his erection, as she managed to show off a little more of her tits and thighs every day. When the trap was ready to spring, she went into the girls' bathroom after school, removed her bra and panties and returned to his classroom.

"Mr. Pederson." Chelsea said, walking towards his desk. "I think I need more help with that essay assignment." She remembers unbuttoning her blouse, as she approached his desk.

"I'll be happy to help you, Chel..." Mr. Pederson's jaw dropped when he saw her standing there with her blouse open and her firm, young tits jutting out, inches from his face. The blood that drained from his face seemed to rush into his cock, as Chelsea cupped her right tit in her hand and offered him her taut, pink nipple.

"Mr. Pederson." She said, as her nipple brushed against his lips. He swallowed hard and just stared, as Chelsea reached for his belt.

"Is there any way you could maybe give me an 'A' on this essay." She smiled, as she unbuckled his belt. She could feel his cock pushing against the front of his pants, and she ran her fingers up and down the length of it, as she pulled his zipper down. 

"Mmmmm." He moaned, as his cock sprang free and Chelsea wrapped her small hand around it. 

"What do you say, Mr. Pederson?" Chelsea asked, kneeling in front of his chair. "What do I have to do to get an 'A'?" Chelsea smiled at her teacher, as she wrapped her lips around the head of his small, but swollen cock. She'd done this enough to know how to tease, without ever having to swallow any cum. 

"Aaaggggggghhhhhh." Mr. Pederson, was out of control, humping his ass off his chair, trying to push more of his cock into Chelsea's mouth. She kept her hand on his shaft and sucked heartily on his cockhead. When she felt his balls constrict, she pulled her mouth from his cock and stood up.

"How do I get an 'A" Mr. Pederson?" Chelsea asked, pulling her skirt up, as she stepped forward, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy.

"Fuck me, Chelsea!" Mr. Pederson pleaded, as his eyes feasted on her protruding pussy lips. "Please fuck me."

"And you'll do what?" Chelsea asks coyly. "What's the whole deal? Tell me what to do and what you'll do in return." Chelsea says, running a finger up her moist slit and smearing her cunt juice on her teacher's lips.

"Fuck me and I'll give you an 'A'! Mr. Pederson blurts out, as her delectable taste sends electrifying signals to his hard cock.

"Why, Mr. Pederson!" Chelsea teases. "You're my teacher! That just wouldn't be right." 

"Come on Chelsea!" Mr. Pederson commands, getting angry now at the girl's teasing. "Just get over here and sit on my cock and I'll give you any fucking grade you want!" 

"No thank you!" Chelsea says, smoothing her skirt down and buttoning up her blouse. "I don't like being yelled at." She says dramatically, turning around and walking towards the classroom door. 

"Chelsea, get back her!" Mr. Pederson yells. "I'm sorry! Don't leave me like this!" But it was too late; she'd already left the classroom and Mr. Pederson realized he'd really fucked up. The next day, she handed him a micro-cassette when she turned in her essay. He knew what would be on the tape.

"I sure hope I get an 'A' Mr. Pederson." She smiled, exaggerating the sway of her ass cheeks as she walked back to her seat. 

It went like that with all of her teachers, until she got to her history teacher, Mr. Gordon. Chelsea's crush on Mr. Gordon started on the first day of class. Unlike her other teachers, he was young and handsome, and used humor to make a dry subject interesting. She teased him mercilessly, as did a lot of other girls, and he'd just smile and wink at them. When she felt she had his interest peaked, she started to spring her normal trap.

Everything was going fine until she pulled his cock out of his pants. It was so long and thick, she could barely get her mouth around it. This time, she was the one drooling. This was a far cry from the teenage cocks she'd encountered, the few times she'd actually had sex. She wondered what it would feel like to have her pussy filled with Mr. Gordon's huge prick. Her juices were flowing like crazy when she stood up and lifted her skirt. Instead of prompting Mr. Gordon to incriminate himself by speaking into her hidden microphone, she just stood there dazed, staring at his massive cock.

Before she could recover, he'd lifted her up by her waist and positioned her pussy over his lap. With a left and right twist, while pushing down and then easing her back up, he corkscrewed her down to the base of his huge cock. She'd never felt so full! As wet as she was, it still took a minute for her natural lubricant to fully coat the giant intruder. When she finally started moving, Mr. Gordon kept his hands on either side of her waist and began lifting her up and slamming her back down on his cock. She became his willing puppet, letting him lift her like a doll and ram her back down around his swollen shaft. She was so hot and so wet! She was cumming... one orgasm... two... she lost track. She almost lost consciousness. Finally, his legs stiffened and he slammed her down one last time, leaned forward and chewed on her nipple, as his cock exploded within her. She came again before collapsing against his chest. 

"Now that deserves an 'A'!" Mr. Gordon said, kissing her on the forehead before lifting her off of his lap. She stumbled out of his classroom, stunned and confused. She was supposed to be the one in charge. 

"When we get there, I have some things I want to discuss with your grandpa, without you around." Her mom's voice pulls her out of her revelry. "You can go over to Aunt Ruth's and spend some time with Chad." Her mom's sister, Ruth, owns the farm that backs up to her grandfather's farm. 

Chelsea smiles to herself when she thinks about her cousin Chad. They're the same age and she remembers how he kept trying to hide his hard-on last time she was here. She always wore her skimpiest clothing around him and then watched how uncomfortable he'd get. She can't wait to tease him again.

"Good idea." She tells her mom. "It's a nice day, maybe Chad and I'll go swimming." She says, smiling to herself.

"Your grandfather has a lot of connections in the state and local government. I'm going to see if he can pull some strings so you can graduate." Her mom confides in her. "So don't come back too soon, I may need a few hours to explain everything and get him to agree." She says. 

"Sure mom." Perfect! I can't wait to see Chad, she thinks. Maybe we'll go skinny-dipping.

As soon as they get their suitcases inside, Chelsea says hello to her grandfather and goes upstairs to change. She's wearing a short sundress when she heads out the back door towards Aunt Ruth and Uncle Warren's farm. Her mother watches until she's almost out of sight and then grabs her dad's hand and leads him upstairs. 

"There are some things I want to discuss with you, but first things first." She says, unbuttoning her blouse as they walk into her father's bedroom.

*****

"Anybody home?" Chelsea calls, knocking on the back door, as she opens it and walks into Aunt Ruth's kitchen.

"Hey Chelsea!" Chad says, coming in from the living room and giving her a hug. Damn! He's buffed up since the last time she saw him. Chad is now well over six feet tall, with tan muscles on his arms and a solid chest pressing against her soft tits. 

"Mom said you were coming down today." He smiles. "How long are you staying?" 

"I don't know." She smiles back, as his eyes subtly travel up and down her body, appraising her. She can tell by the bulge in his pants that he likes what he sees. She knows the dress clings to her curves; that's why she chose it. 

"Come on." Chad says, grabbing her hand. "Let's go down to the creek." Perfect! She lets herself be pulled along, as she admires how his cutoffs stretch tightly across his ass cheeks. He's become a very sexy young man, she thinks. I'm going to really enjoy teasing the hell out of him! She can already feel her pussy getting wet.

As they walk along the creek, Chad continues to hold her hand, as he tells her all about his college plans. His dad really wants him to take over the farm, but he wants to be a software engineer. She's barely listening to him, but manages to smile and nod at the appropriate times. 

"Let's go swimming." Chelsea says, as they approach the widened part of the creek, where boulder sized rocks have created a natural pool.

"Sure." Chad says, smiling. "Skinny dipping?" He asks, expectantly.

"How about if we keep our underwear on?" Chelsea asks, with as much shyness as she can muster. She purposely put on her sheerest bra and panties, with this in mind. By the time she gets wet, they might as well be skinny-dipping.

"Okay." Chad says, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on a nearby rock. Unsnapping his cutoffs, he watches his cousin pull her dress over her head. He catches his breath as he stares at her light yellow bra and panties set. The half cup bra barely covers her tits and her rose colored areolas are visible through the sheer material. She turns and dives into the water before he can see if her bikini panties are as see through as her bra. His cock is tenting his boxer shorts as he jumps in after her. 

*****

Rachel is lying naked on the bed, beckoning her father to climb up between her wide spread legs. Her pussy lips are already glistening with her juices, as she anxiously awaits her daddy's talented tongue. 

"Come on, daddy." She smiles seductively. "No one eats my pussy like you do." She says. Earl finishes undressing and turns to admire his daughter's voluptuous body. His thick cock is sticking straight out towards the bed, as he stares at her melon-sized tits and the patch of blonde hair surrounding her thick, juicy pussy lips.

"You just keep getting better looking every time I see you, Rachel." He sighs, as he crawls up on the bed and kisses his way up her inner thighs. 

"Mmmmm." Rachel murmurs. "That's nice." She leans her head back and closes her eyes, as her daddy starts licking her succulent pussy. Goddamn! She waits for these visits every month. Now that she's divorced, she wishes she could make the trip every weekend. Her daddy moves her labia around with his tongue, expertly stoking the embers of desire that have been building up since her last visit. 

"Oh yeah!" She moans, as he slips his tongue into her fiery cavern, slurping up her thick lava-like cream. As Rachel starts to writhe around on the bed, Earl clamps his hands down on his daughter's thighs and flicks his tongue across her swollen clit.

"Oh fuck, daddy!" She cries, as he sucks the tip of her clit into his mouth. Holding her down and teasing her clit, he drives her crazy, sustaining her arousal, as her orgasm builds. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming!" Rachel cries. "I'm cuuuuummmmming!" Earl continues to suck his daughter's clit, as she grabs handfuls of his hair and raises her shoulders off the bed, her face contorted in ecstasy. Finally, she pushes his face away from her sopping pussy and collapses back on the bed, sucking in air. Earl climbs up over her and slides his hard cock into her steamy hole, while shoving his tongue deep into her open mouth.

Rachel is still out of breath and not completely over her orgasm, when she feels her dad's thick cock stretch her pussy wide open. She pulls her knees up and spreads her legs as wide as she can, moaning into his mouth, when the pussy juice on his tongue reaches her taste buds. Fuck! She digs her nails into his shoulders and welcomes the jackhammering thrust of her daddy's hard cock. 

Her second orgasm builds slower, but more powerfully, as her father gives her exactly what she needs. He knows her body, better than she knows it herself. He should! It's been twenty years, since the first time they fucked like this, well not like this. God! She remembers how hesitant he was the first time.

She'd been lying awake, listening to her parents fight. They seemed to be fighting more frequently recently. She can only make out some of what they're saying, but it's obviously about sex. 

"Is that all you think about?" Her mother yells. It's all Rachel's been thinking about lately, especially since she turned 18 a few months ago. The bedroom door slams and Rachel hears her father go downstairs into his study, slamming that door, too. She feels sorry for her daddy and wonders why her mom has been such a bitch lately. Thinking he's probably going to sleep on the couch in his study, she gets the extra blankets from the linen closet and takes them down to him. 

Rachel is clothed in only a thin, oversized t-shirt, which she normally sleeps in, when she quietly turns the knob and pushes the study door open. She stares, disbelievingly, at her father's large cock, as he strokes his hand up and down its considerable length. Spread open on his desk is a pornographic magazine with a picture of a young girl with peach-sized tits and a hairless pussy. 

Rachel's heart goes out to him, as she realizes how her mother's refusal has driven him to this. It's just not right, she thinks as she steps into the room and drops the blankets on the floor.

"Oh God!" Her father stammers, trying to pull his trousers up. "Rachel... I... what are you doing here?" She crosses the room in a few strides and grabs his wrist to keep him from pulling his pants up.

"Don't." She says quietly. "Let me help, daddy." She whispers, moving his hand away, as he tries to tuck his hard cock back into his pants.

"What? No!" He cries, as her hand encircles his hard cock and her thumb smears the precum over his cockhead. "Ohhhh!" He moans, slumping back into the chair. "Rachel, we can't honey." He says, without conviction, as she kneels in front of him and lowers her mouth to his throbbing cock.

"Daddy." She says, licking around his cockhead. "It's not fair that she refuses to love you and makes you do this." Rachel says, pointing to the magazine on the desk. "You deserve better."

"This is incest, Rachel." Her daddy whines, as he pushes his cock against her lips. Damn, it's been so long since his wife even thought about giving him head. He can feel the blood pounding in his cock, as Rachel stands up and pulls her nightshirt over her head. He stares at his daughter's firm, round tits and her light blonde triangle, as she stands naked before him.

"So what, daddy." She says, defiantly. "I'm not a virgin and you shouldn't have to resort to this." She says, kneeling back down and sucking his aching cock deep into her mouth. By the time Earl can think of a response to his daughter's declaration, she's already pumping his cock in and out of her warm mouth. The guilt he felt, when his daughter first found him masturbating, is replaced with lust, as she expertly works his cock with her young mouth. This is obviously not her first blowjob and he strokes her hair, as she deftly flicks her tongue along the underside of his cock and strokes her fingernails across his balls. 

"Oh baby!" Earl moans, as his daughter proceeds to give him the best fucking blowjob he's ever had. She continues sucking and swallowing, as his cum spurts in violent, jerky spasms deep into her mouth. Swallowing every drop of his heavy load, she licks him clean before standing up and smiling coyly at him. 

"I love you, daddy." She says, stroking his hair, as she hugs his cheek against her naked breasts.

"I love you too, Rachel." Her daddy sighs. She picks up her nightshirt and walks out of his study. He watches her naked ass cheeks sway back and forth until she pulls the door closed behind her. What have I done, he wonders, as he sits there in the afterglow of his explosive orgasm.

The next morning, after her mom goes to work, Rachel climbs into her daddy's bed and snuggles her naked body against his. Earl's cock responds instantly to the warmth of Rachel's skin. Even though he knows it's wrong, he remains silent as Rachel pushes him onto his back and swings her leg over his thighs. Raising herself up on her knees, she rubs her daddy's cockhead against her pussy lips a couple of times, before easing herself down onto him. As she rocks her body and rides him with a steady rhythm, Earl gives into the immense pleasure of his daughter's hungry pussy. 

After that first day, Earl never looked back. He and Rachel became passionate sex partners, making love almost everyday until she got married, two years later.

*****

"That's enough!" Chelsea says, splashing water back at Chad. They've been in the water for over thirty minutes, swimming, horsing around and dunking each other. Chelsea has taken every opportunity to 'accidentally' rub up against Chad's hard cock. 


Granddaughter Loves to Tease



"Help me out." She pants, as Chad climbs up on one of the lower boulders. Anxious to see her wet underwear, Chad turns around and extends his hand to her. Chelsea grabs his hand and walks up the rock, smiling at the tent his cock is making in his boxers. Shaking the water from her hair, she watches the lustful expression grow across Chad's face when he sees what the water has done to her sheer bra and panties. 

This is what makes her life worth living, Chelsea muses; the complete control she has over men, just by exposing her body to them. She takes her time, bending left and right to shake water from her ears. Chad just stares in awe, shifting from one foot to the next, as his cock continues to grow. She wonders how far she can take this. He'll definitely expose his cock to her and she starts thinking about getting him to masturbate for her. That would be awesome! She's never done that before. She wants to see his face when his cum shoots out into the air. 

Chad can't believe the sight of his cousin standing before him in her underwear. She might as well be naked. Her nipples are poking against the see through material of her bra and her quarter-sized areolas are clearly visible through the transparent material. Shifting his glance downward, he gets another shock. She doesn't have any cunt hair! Fuck! He thought all girls had hair down there. 

"Let's lie on this big rock, so the sun can dry us off, before we get dressed." Chelsea says, bumping into Chad's protruding cock as she brushes past him. "Oops." She says, grabbing the tip of it, through his boxers, and pushing it up against his stomach so she can walk past. 

Fuck! Chad is astonished that his cousin just touched his cock. He almost came in her hand. His cock is aching for release. He wonders if she'll let him touch her. She certainly doesn't seem offended by his hard-on, in fact, just the opposite. He wonders if she's ever given a blowjob.

"Does that hurt?" Chelsea asks, lying down on her back on the rocks, her hard nipples pointing towards the sun.

"Does what hurt?" Chad wants to know, as he lies down next to her.

"That." Chelsea laughs, pointing to the tent in his boxer shorts. "I mean, what does it feel like?" She asks, turning on her side and leaning up on her elbow.

"Do you want to feel it?" Chad asks, hopefully, as he gazes at her full lips and imagines what her mouth would feel like wrapped around his hard cock.

"That's not what I meant!" She laughs, slapping him playfully on the arm. "I mean, how does it feel to you when it gets that big? Does it ache or throb or hurt or what?" She asks.

"Right now, it's kind of aching." He admits. "Seeing you naked... or uh... almost naked like this is getting me pretty worked up." He hopes she takes this as the compliment that he intends.

"I'm sorry, Chad!" Chelsea says, sitting up. "Do you want me to get dressed?" She asks, knowing exactly what his answer will be.

"No!" Chad almost shouts. "I mean, I really like looking at you, Chelsea. He reaches his hand towards her and rests it on her hip. "What about you?" He asks. "Are you turned on, too?" He asks, staring at her hard nipples and wondering if her pussy's wet.

"Not really." She lies. "I think being naked is a fairly normal state of things and men make too much out of it." She says, matter-of-factly.

"Why don't we get completely naked then?" Chad offers, pulling his boxers down before she has a chance to answer. Chelsea's soaking wet pussy, twitches at the sight of Chad's man-sized cock. "Maybe we could help each other release some sexual tension." Chad says, moving his hand up to Chelsea's bra covered tits.

"Why Chad!" Chelsea says, in an overly dramatic manner. "We're cousins! That would be incest!" She says, pushing his hand away from her tits, but keeping her eyes glued to his throbbing hard-on.

"I didn't mean we'd have to fuck!" Chad says, defensively. "I just thought we might touch each other and maybe use our hands." He says, putting his hand back on Chelsea's hip and giving up on the blowjob idea.

"It's still incest if cousins do anything sexual." She says, not removing his hand from her hip. She's trying to think of the perfect words to get him to masturbate, when he shocks her with her next statement.

"It can't be that bad, if your mom and grandpa do it." He says, hoping that she'll see the logic and at least give him a hand job.

"What?" She says, staring at him in disbelief.

"You know, right?" Chad asks, realizing as he says it, that she doesn't know. Oh fuck! "I overheard my mom telling my dad that's why your mom visits grandpa every month." He says, trying to add credibility to his accusation.

"That's a fucking lie!" Chelsea says, jumping to her feet and grabbing her dress. "Filthy rumors! Why are you repeating filthy rumors? You don't know what you're talking about and... and... your mother is full of shit!" She says, putting on her sandals and stomping away.

"Chelsea wait!" Chad says, reaching for his boxer shorts.

"Leave me alone!" Chelsea yells. "Don't even talk to me you... you... son-of-a-bitch!" She screams, as she hurries down the path towards the road. 

*****

"Oh God, daddy!" Rachel cries. "I'm cumming again! Don't stop! Keep fucking me hard like this!" She pleads. Earl has his arms behind his daughter's knees and is bending her legs up, as he slams his hard cock into her insatiable pussy. Earl knows how hard his daughter likes to be pounded and he has no intentions of stopping. 

He laughs when he remembers how gentle he was with her at first. He treated her like a porcelain doll, making slow, tender love to her every day. He would eat her pussy for hours, slowly teasing her to orgasm and then, lovingly slide his cock into her teenage pussy. He was always so afraid of hurting her, not realizing that she wanted more. That all changed one day, after he worked an especially tense all-nighter.

Earl was a policeman who worked the night shift, which is why he and Rachel could be together every day during the summer, before her freshman year at college. One night a couple of months after he and Rachel started fucking, he and his partner responded to a domestic dispute, just before the end of their shift. When they got there, they found the husband unconscious, bleeding from his head, and the wife running around the house naked, throwing dishware and breaking everything in sight. After trying to talk her down, Earl finally tackled her, holding her down with his body, while he handcuffed her to the thick leg of the dining room table. 

They were way out in the country and couldn't wait for the ambulance, so Earl's partner put the husband in the back seat of the cruiser and raced him to the hospital. Earl was left with the deranged wife and the paperwork. He tried to cover her, but she shook the blanket off. Once she was subdued, she became flirtatious and kept asking Earl to fuck her.

"Come on." She coos. "I knew when you threw your body over me that you could have your way with me." She smiles seductively. Earl just shakes his head, but he's got to admit she has a killer body, with large tits, two-inch areolas and long, thick nipples. Her brown bush is untrimmed and forms a natural triangle over her pussy mound. 

"You like what you see, don't you?" She asks, spreading her legs when she sees him checking out her pussy. "You'd like to have your way with me, while I'm handcuffed, wouldn't you?" Earl just smiles, but his cock is rock hard. The image of him fucking this handcuffed woman flashes in his mind. She scoots down, stretching her body out towards him, with her arms handcuffed over her head and her legs spread wide apart.

"Come on officer." She smiles. "Have your way with me!" She demands. "It's the least you can do since you took my husband away." She smiles, as she bends her knees and raises her ass off the floor, giving Earl an unobstructed view of her wet pussy lips. Earl shifts uneasily and tries to ignore her, while he adjusts his raging hard-on.

"Okay, don't fuck me." She sighs. "Will you at least get me off with your hand or your tongue." She pleads. "How about your nightstick? Oh God yes! Shove your nightstick in my wet cunt!" She says, opening and closing her legs. Earl shakes his head; he has never heard anything like this.

"Come on! No one will know!" Earl looks directly into the woman's wide-open pussy and is tempted to ram his hard cock into her and fuck her brains out. But he doesn't. He's a professional.

Giving up, the woman sits up, turns around and stretches her legs out under the table. Earl watches in amazement, as she slides down onto the floor, with her legs on either side of the adjacent table leg.

"If you won't help me." She says, over her shoulder. "I'll just have to help myself." Bending her knees, she crabwalks forward until the base of the adjacent table leg is pressed between her thighs. Lying back with her hands handcuffed around one table leg; she starts humping her pussy against the curved side of the other table leg. Earl is staring, open-mouthed, as this woman tries to get herself off on the thick wooden table leg.

"Have you ever taken your work home, officer?" She asks, seductively, while rubbing her pussy against the table leg. "You know, handcuffed a woman to your bed and had your way with her?" She asks, her breathing getting heavier, as she rocks her pussy harder. "Do you have a woman at home?" She asks, changing tactics. Earl just looks at her, as he thinks about Rachel. He never thinks about his wife sexually anymore. The look on his face gives him away.

"You do!" She pants. "You should... surprise her... when you... get home!" She says, excitedly, as her orgasm builds. "Slap... the cuffs... on her and... give her... the roughest... fuck... of... her... life." She's bouncing her ass off the floor and slamming her clit against the smooth wooden table leg. "She'll... thank you... believe me!" She says, gasping for breath, as her orgasm hits. 

"Look how wet I am, just thinking about it." Earl cock throbs, as he looks at the moisture oozing from the woman's cunt and coating the shiny wood surface. Finally, she collapses onto the floor, her chest heaving, as she squeezes her thighs together.

"Trust me, officer. She wants more than you've been giving her." Earl finishes the paperwork while the crazy woman continues to talk about how much women love to be dominated. He never quite dropped his guard, but this handcuffed woman's wet pussy kept him hard all night long. By the time his partner got back, he was imagining Rachel, handcuffed to the bed, while he roughly drove his cock into her teenage pussy. 

To this day, he doesn't understand it. Maybe it was fatigue, or spending the night watching a naked, handcuffed woman hump a table leg, or maybe what she said made sense, but when he got home and saw Rachel, naked in his bed, he wasn't gentle. Grabbing his handcuffs from his belt, he pulled her arms over her head and handcuffed her to the headboard. 

"What the..." Rachel didn't finish. The look on her daddy's face, as he tore off his clothing, made her stop talking. His cock was already rock hard when he pushed her legs apart and shoved it in her narrow pussy in one hard thrust. It was like an out of body experience for Earl. In his mind, he was watching himself 'have his way with her' just like the woman said. It kept pounding in his head, 'have your way with her, have your way with her' as he mauled her small tits and slammed his cock into her tight pussy.

In no time, Rachel was responding to her daddy's assault. Her nipples were hard and her pussy juices were flowing like crazy. This is what's been missing, she thought, as she pulled against the handcuffs and arched her body up to meet his powerful thrusts. He pushed her legs wide apart with his hands and skewered her pussy with his hard cock, 'having his way with her.' 

As he continued the vicious attack on her body, she experienced a state of almost constant orgasmic bliss, before finally exploding in a gushing crescendo that drove her dad over the top. His cock erupted in a fountain of cum that he thought would never stop. Building up all night, while he babysat the naked, handcuffed woman, his balls unloaded into his unsuspecting teenage daughter. Collapsing on top of her, he fell asleep with his cock buried in her quivering pussy and her arms still handcuffed over her head. 

*****

Chelsea couldn't believe the things her cousin had said and she is still fuming as she picks her way along the little used gravel road that would lead her directly to her grandpa's farm. Her mother couldn't be fucking her grandpa? I mean why would she? Of course, grandpa's pretty good looking for his age and her mom is still a knockout, who looks ten years younger than her 38 years, but still! 

Chelsea is so worked up that she doesn't realize she's still carrying her dress, until she is already on the main road. Hardly anyone uses this road, she thinks, and her underwear is still wet, why not wait and put it on closer to the farm. She is so lost in her own thoughts that she's startled when two motorcycles drive by kicking up gravel and dust.

"Hey! Watch it!" She yells, as they slow down and circle back. She moves to the edge of the road and defiantly folded her arms across her chest. 

"What have we here?" One of them says, stopping his bike right next to her. He has straggly black hair, almost to his shoulders, a full beard and is wearing a motorcycle jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. She realizes, too late, that these aren't local boys she can tease and walk away from.

"What're you doin' out here in your underwear?" The one closest to her asks, smiling at her with crooked teeth. 

"My clothes were wet and I'm almost home." She answers, as she notices the second one has moved in on the other side of her, blocking her path. 

"Is your pussy wet, too?" The second one asks with a big grin. She turns towards him and sees that he looks pretty much like his friend with lighter hair and dirtier clothes.

"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't." Chelsea responds, slipping into her teasing demeanor, hoping to disarm these guys and get away from them.

"Well let's have a look." The first one says. "Take off those wet panties and hand them over here." He says, making no move towards her. 

"Now that doesn't really seem fair." Chelsea answers, posing with hand on her hip as she feels herself getting onto familiar ground. "I haven't seen your cock, have I?" She smiles.

"That's right you haven't." The first one says, getting off his bike and unzipping his jeans. "Why don't we take care of that right now?" He says, moving closer to her. As she tries to step back, the second biker grabs her playfully around the bare waist. 

"We're not going to hurt you. What's your name?" He asks, laughing.

"What's yours?" Asks Chelsea, trying to squirm away, as the first biker starts mauling her tits through her transparent bra.

"Ouch!" Chelsea cries as the biker roughly squeezes her tits. "That hurts." She says. "I was going to be nice to you guys, but you're hurting me." 

"You're going to be nice to us anyway." The first biker smiles, as he reaches for her panties. His hard cock is sticking out from the fly of his jeans. Chelsea tries to back away, but the second biker has his crotch firmly against her panty-covered ass.

Over the shoulder of the first biker, Chelsea sees her aunt's truck coming up the road. The first biker turns at the sound of the approaching truck. Chelsea tries to disengage herself from the grip of the second biker, when he pulls a knife and tells her to stand still. Aunt Ruth stops her truck and gets out but remains standing behind the open door.

"What's going on here, fellas?" She asks, cordially. 

"Well we're just about to have some fun and now there's one for each of us." The first biker says, smiling at Aunt Ruth. 

"Fuck! Mine ain't got no hair and she's got a ring through her pussy!" The second biker says, having slid his hand inside the front of Chelsea's panties, while his other hand holds the knife. When the first biker turns to look, Aunt Ruth makes her move and when he turns back he's staring into the double barrels of her shotgun. 

"I think it's time you boys thought about leaving." She says quietly. Caught off guard, they put their hands up. "Get in the truck, Chelsea." Aunt Ruth says, lowering her aim. "Before I shoot this one's nuts off." The shotgun is now pointed at the first biker's cock, which has suddenly gone limp, as it peeks out of his jeans. 

"We didn't mean no harm." The first biker says, tucking his cock back in his jeans and getting on his bike. "Girl walking along in her underwear, what were we to think?" 

"You need to think about getting out of this county." Aunt Ruth answers. "My uncle is sheriff around here and he'll have a description of you two in about three minutes." She says, as they start up their bikes. "If you're still in the county an hour from now, you'll be arrested for assault." She doesn't lower the shotgun until they're nearly out of sight.

"Where's Chad and how did you get out here in your underwear?" Aunt Ruth asks. "Put your dress on and we'll go back to my house." She starts the truck as Chelsea puts her dress over her wet underwear. "Chad didn't try anything with you did he?" Aunt Ruth asks, suddenly looking concerned.

"No!" Chelsea quickly answers. "We had a disagreement and I was walking home, but he didn't do anything wrong." She doesn't know how much to tell her aunt, but she needs a plausible story. "We decided to go swimming in our underwear and then I got mad about something he said and left. It was stupid. I should have at least gotten dressed." She says, turning to her aunt. "God! Am I glad you came along when you did!"

"I was out by the back fence of our property when I heard the bikes stop. I figured I'd better investigate." Her aunt says. "I guess it's a good thing I'm nosey!" Chelsea was so grateful, she forgot all about what her aunt said about her mom. 

"Damn! That was just like Thelma and Louise!" Her aunt laughs, hitting the steering wheel.

"Especially when you said you were going to shoot his nuts off!" Chelsea agrees. They ride in silence for a few minutes, until Ruth smiles over at Chelsea.

"If you were swimming, dressed like that." Aunt Ruth says. "You must have been driving poor Chad crazy. Was he in his underwear, too?" Aunt Ruth asks.

"Yeah." Chelsea nods, wondering how much trouble she and her cousin might get into.

"Well that couldn't have left much to the imagination!" Ruth laughs, thinking about the bulge that frequently adorns the front of her son's jeans.

"No, it didn't." Chelsea laughs with relief that her aunt is finding this funny.

"I bet he's out there taking care of himself right now." Her aunt laughs, wanting to ask her niece about the size of her son's cock, but worried that she'll give away her private fantasy.

"Aunt Ruth!" Chelsea chides her, playfully. "What a thing to say!" She laughs.

"Well, you don't have any brothers or you'd know that when boys get to a certain age they are in a perpetual state of arousal." Aunt Ruth says, conspiratorially. "That boy's jeans are tented all the time and I should charge him rent for all the time he spends in the bathroom!" She laughs. Chelsea laughs too, imagining her cousin jacking off in the bathroom. She wanted to watch him masturbate, before she got mad at him. Her pussy trembles at the thought, and she vows to make that happen before the week is over.

When they get home, her aunt tells her to strip out of her wet clothes, while she finds her something dry to put on. She's standing naked in the kitchen, her clothes in a heap on the floor, when her aunt comes back with a long nightshirt. 

"This is all I could find." Aunt Ruth says, making no attempt to hand it to the naked girl. "It'll cover you, but my underwear would never fit you." 




Granddaughter Loves to Tease



"No, I don't suppose it would." Chelsea laughs, as she compares her medium-sized tits to her aunt's melon-sized globes. Aunt Ruth is wearing hip hugger jeans and a red tank top that clings to her body, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her eyes gradually go back to her aunt's face and she realizes her aunt is staring at her smooth pussy mound. 

"Do you really have a pierced... uh... a piercing..." As Aunt Ruth stammers, Chelsea looks at her aunt quizzically. She's never thought about teasing a woman before, but it might be fun.

"Yes." She smiles. "Would you like to see it?" She asks, boosting herself up on the kitchen counter and spreading her naked thighs apart. Her pussy is moist from her thoughts of Chad's hard cock. "It's called a captive bead ring." She says, showing her aunt her pierced clit hood.

"I'll be damned!" Aunt Ruth says. "Didn't it hurt?" She asks, as she leans her head between Chelsea's thighs to get a better look. 

"No it's just like piercing your ear." Chelsea answers.

"That is nothing like my ear!" Aunt Ruth laughs, lifting the ring that's sticking through the top of Chelsea's clitoral hood. "What's it like when you fuck?" Aunt Ruth asks, looking quizzically at the small ring, with the silver ball, that rests on the edge of her niece's clit hood.

"I... um... don't know." Chelsea admits, as her aunt's manipulation of her clitoral hood sends shivers through her pussy.

"My God! You're not a virgin, are you?" Aunt Ruth looks up in astonishment. She had hoped that Chelsea would help Chad relieve some of his teenage horniness.

"No, I just haven't fucked anyone since I got the piercing a couple of months ago." That's not exactly true, but she doesn't remember what affect the ring had when Mr. Gordon was slamming her down on his massive cock.

"Is it just ornamental or is it... um... a sexual enhancement?" Aunt Ruth asks, as she runs her thumb over Chelsea's moist pussy lips, while continuing to examine the ring.

"It's mostly ornamental, but when I'm... um..." Chelsea searches for the right word, as her pussy oozes juice over Aunt Ruth's thumb.

"Aroused?" Aunt Ruth asks, moving her finger lightly over Chelsea's clit hood.

"Yes." Chelsea says, catching her breath as her aunt stimulates her pussy. "When I'm aroused, the little ball part rubs against my clit and feels really nice."

"I want to see that." Aunt Ruth exclaims. "Do you mind?" 

"No, I don't mind." Chelsea says, although she's not really sure what she's agreed to do.

"We probably shouldn't be doing this here." Aunt Ruth says, looking around the kitchen. "Let's go upstairs, in case someone comes home." Chelsea wonders what Chad would think if came home and found his mom playing with his cousin's pussy. 

Still completely naked, Chelsea follows Aunt Ruth upstairs to her bedroom. Ruth never realized how erotic it could be to look at another woman's pussy, especially her niece's smooth, bald one. I'm not a lesbian, she thinks, but the sight of her niece's pierced, shaved pussy is making her own pussy ache to be touched.

"Lie down, and let me have a good look." Aunt Ruth says. "I might want to do this to mine." She says, as Chelsea lies back on the bed and spreads her legs.

"Oh, Aunt Ruth, you should!" Chelsea says, excitedly. "They have so many different kinds. The guy explained it all to me; how it depends on the size and shape of your clitoris, whether you should get a horizontal one, like mine or a vertical one." Chelsea says, wondering what her aunt's pussy looks like.

"I want to stimulate you a little, so I can see how it works when you're aroused." Aunt Ruth smiles at her. "Is that okay?" 

"Sure." Chelsea answers, surprised by how wet her pussy is getting. She's never had another woman touching or looking at her pussy before, and she's finding it very arousing. Aunt Ruth is lightly running her finger over Chelsea's clit hood, while her thumb is sliding up and down her wet pussy lips. 

A soft moan escapes Chelsea's lips, as her clit swells, peeking out from its hood, like a turtle's head from its protective shell. Aunt Ruth is mesmerized as the girl's clitoral hood recedes slightly, allowing the tiny ball, on the end of the metal ring, to rest directly against the side of her little pink clit. 

"Wow!" Aunt Ruth exclaims. "That's amazing! How does it feel?" She asks, removing her hands from Chelsea's pussy. 

"I can barely feel it." Chelsea pants, wishing her aunt would continue to play with her pussy and make her cum. "I think my panties usually hold it against my clit." She says, spreading her legs wider and arching her back to try to make better contact with the ring.

"Here, let me try this." Aunt Ruth says, pressing her finger lightly against the ring. "How's that feel?" She asks.

"That's nice!" Chelsea says, rocking her hips against her aunt's finger, as it pushes on the bead ring. While Chelsea is distracted by her own arousal, Ruth brings her other hand to her face. First breathing in her niece's scent and then tasting the pussy juice from her thumb, Ruth is surprised at how sweet and delicate Chelsea tastes. Ruth has never smelled or tasted any woman's juices other than her own and it's surprisingly arousing.

"Do you use the ring when you masturbate?" Aunt Ruth asks, as if she's asking something as mundane as do you take sugar in your coffee.

"At first it was too sensitive." Chelsea says, surprised that she's completely comfortable discussing masturbation with her aunt. Lately I've been rubbing the ring against my clit when I masturbate." She smiles.

"Maybe I should consider getting one." Aunt Ruth says, as Chelsea humps against her finger.

"Let's see how your clit looks!" Chelsea says, her excitement at seeing her aunt's pussy overriding her need to cum. I can probably tell if you can get one like mine." She says, knowing that she was barely paying attention, as the attendant explained it to her, but trying to convince her aunt to let her see her pussy. Chelsea sits up and scoots back on the bed.

Ruth looks at the young girl, wondering what she's getting started here. Ruth has always considered herself an adventurous lover, willing to try anything, but that never included other women. Now, as she stares at her niece, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with her hard nipples jutting out from her small, round tits, she feels her pussy twitching with anticipation. What the hell, she thinks, as she unfastens her jeans, you only live once.

Chelsea swallows hard, as her aunt, peels her jeans and bikini panties down her thighs. Chelsea has never seen another woman's pussy, other than in sex ed videos and she's never seen one with so much hair. 

"Pretty different from yours." Her aunt laughs, nervously, as she drops her jeans and panties on the floor and nods towards her niece's hairless pussy mound. Hesitating for just a second, she can't decide whether to take her top off. It's not really necessary to be completely naked for her niece to inspect her clit, but on the other hand, who knows what else might happen. She pulls her top over her head and unfastens her bra, without any further hesitation.

"You're beautiful, Aunt Ruth." Chelsea whispers, as she watches her aunt wiggle out of her bra. Her aunt's tits are large, but firm, showing very little sag, from age or childbirth. Her thick, erect nipples stick out like bullets from her dark, rose-colored areolas. Chelsea feels like an underdeveloped waif by comparison to her aunt's voluptuous body.

"I don't have anything on you, Chelsea." Her aunt says, again admiring her niece's smooth skin and round tits. Ruth knows that most men, her husband included, would kill to be here with her teenaged niece. She can't wait to tell Warren about Chelsea's hairless pussy and piercing ring.

"Whatever." Chelsea says, as her aunt crawls up on the bed and lies down beside her. "Let's see if you can get a piercing like mine." Chelsea says, positioning herself between her aunt's legs and bending her face towards her aunt's hairy pussy. Chelsea's only seen her own pussy up close one time when she used a mirror to watch herself masturbate. Her aunt's pussy lips are completely surrounded by a thick jungle of untrimmed pubic hair, which creates a natural triangle over and around her pussy.

"Here let me help you." Aunt Ruth says, as she notices her niece's hesitation. Ruth reaches both hands down between her wide spread legs and smoothes the dark hair away from her pussy. Using her index fingers, she spreads her lips, to reveal a very wet opening below a huge clitoral hood. 

"Wow!" Chelsea says, not knowing exactly what to do. With guys it's easy; just touching their cocks makes them putty in your hands. "I... um... need to... you know... see it aroused." She says, referring to her aunt's clit. 

"Okay." Aunt Ruth smiles, enjoying her young niece's discomfort. "I can do it, if you're too embarrassed to touch me." She says, hoping Chelsea will accept the challenge.

"No!" Chelsea stammers. "I'll... I'll do it." She says, stretching her hand towards her aunt's huge clitoral hood. At Chelsea's first touch, Ruth sighs and moves her own hands away, closes her eyes and let's her niece take over. It doesn't take much for Ruth to get fully aroused, as Chelsea rubs her thumb against her wet lips and lightly massages her clit through its thick hood. 

"Mmmmmmm." Ruth sighs. "What do you think?" She asks, as she starts undulating her hips in rhythm to Chelsea's manipulations. "Can I get one like yours?" Ruth's clit is swelling out of its hiding place and Chelsea is shocked at how long and thick it is. It's as big around as a pencil, she thinks, as she watches the wet skin unwrinkle and stretch to a smooth pink film around her aunt's engorged clit. 

"You could pierce your clit, Aunt Ruth!" Chelsea exclaims excitedly, as she moves her finger down the thick hood and lightly touches the sensitive, taut skin of her aunt's emerging clitoris. 

"Oh fuck!" Her aunt cries at the unexpected touch, as her pussy fills up with cream.

"Sorry!" Chelsea says, yanking her hand back.

"I'm not!" Aunt Ruth says, grabbing her niece's hand and putting it back on her clit. "Please keep doing that." Her aunt says, looking Chelsea in the eyes and trying to judge if she's going to fast for her young niece.

"Sure." Chelsea says, putting her finger back against her aunt's clit and easing her thumb into the steamy opening below it. Fuck! She wants me to get her off, Chelsea thinks. She wants me to masturbate her pussy. Chelsea again revels in the feeling of control she's getting. She can provide or withhold pleasure at her discretion. It's just like with guys, she thinks, wishing she had her microphone or a video camera with her. 

"Have you ever done this before?" Chelsea asks her aunt, who is now bucking wildly against Chelsea's hands. "With a woman, I mean." 

"No... never!" Aunt Ruth pants, as she thrusts her pussy against her niece's small hands, striving for that peak pleasure that is just out of reach. "Have... you?" Her aunt whispers, gasping for breath between each word.

"Huh-uh." Chelsea shakes her head, thinking about Chad's hard cock, as she manipulates her aunt towards what is likely to be a very explosive orgasm. 

Ruth raises her head, as her impending orgasm seems to linger just on the brink. Chelsea's face is bent down close to her inflamed pussy. Lick me, she thinks! Just lick my clit! Come on, Chelsea, you can do it. Just one little lick would put me over the top. She bucks feverishly against Chelsea's hands, as she mentally wills her young niece to use her mouth. 

"Lick me, just lick me!" She sighs.

"What?" Chelsea asks. Oh fuck! Ruth thinks, did I say that out loud?

Surprised by Aunt Ruth's outburst, Chelsea looks up and sees her aunt's face contorted in anguish as her orgasm approaches. Chelsea has never seen a woman close to orgasm before and the sense of power is amazing.

"Anybody home!" The two women stop dead still, when they hear the voice from downstairs. 

"Uncle Warren!" Chelsea whispers to her aunt, as she pulls her hands back, leaving her aunt breathless and seconds away from her anticipated release. I couldn't have planned this better, Chelsea thinks, as she jumps off the bed and grabs the t-shirt her aunt had brought for her to put on.

"Fuck!" Ruth pants. "That's the worse timing I've ever seen." She laughs. "I'm going to duck into the bathroom. You go into Chad's room until Uncle Warren comes up here. Then, while he's changing his clothes, you go downstairs, get your dry clothes and go on home." She instructs her niece. "I'll see you later." She says, kissing Chelsea on the cheek. "I had a nice afternoon." She says, still catching her breath.

"Me too." Says Chelsea, staring at her naked aunt for a minute, before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and running across the hall to Chad's room.

"I'm up here, Warren." Ruth yells, as she gathers up her clothes and heads into the bathroom. Chelsea stands behind the door in Chad's room listening to her uncle climb the stairs. Through the crack between the door and the jam, she watches him pulling his shirt off. Her uncle is still pretty muscular, with a nice flat stomach, due to the physical nature of farm work. 

"I was just getting ready to take a shower." Chelsea hears her aunt say, as Uncle Warren enters the bedroom. "But since you're home, maybe I'll stay naked a little longer." Aunt Ruth says, seductively. "You won't believe what happened today." Her aunt says, as she closes the bedroom door.

Chelsea smiles, as she quietly goes downstairs and changes into her own clothes. Time to go home and see what mom and grandpa have been up to, she thinks.

*****

"Let's go to the attic!" Rachel says, as her breathing returns to normal. Her daddy is stretched out over her body; his cock still snuggled inside her warm pussy. 

"Not today." Earl says, kissing his daughter's lips. "Chelsea will be home soon and we still need to talk. We'll do the attic tomorrow." He says.

"Promise?" Rachel asks, squeezing her vaginal muscles around his spent cock.

"Yes, I promise." He answers. "I like it as much as you do." He tells her. Maybe even more, he thinks. 

After that first time with the handcuffs, Earl was contrite and apologetic to his daughter. While he was trying to explain that he didn't know what came over him, she put her finger to his lips.

"I loved it, daddy!" She'd said. "I came so fucking hard!" Rachel smiled at him, as he realized the crazy, naked woman had been right. "But you can undo the handcuffs now, they hurt a little."

Earl jumped up and took off the handcuffs. Rachel wrapped her arms around her daddy and told him again how much she'd liked it. The next day, Earl came home with a pair of fur-lined handcuffs that he'd purchased at a sex shop on the other side of town.

After that, he visited the sex shop at least once a week; surprising Rachel with an array of restraints and nipple clamps that she never knew existed. A few weeks after their first handcuffed fuck, Earl took his daughter up to the attic and handcuffed her to an overhead beam. Using the nipple clamps, a blindfold and gag, he teased her mercilessly, eating her pussy and fucking her while she hung there helpless. 

Rachel loved the experience so much that Earl created a little playroom in the attic, where they could experiment with their new toys. He put eyehooks in the floor to cuff her feet apart, while her arms were stretched over her head, cuffed to the rafters. A locked box, that he built into the wall held all the toys he'd been acquiring. They spent hours up there, learning about pleasure and pain. 

Rachel vividly remembers the day they stayed in the attic too long and her mother came home early. Her daddy left her cuffed, with her legs apart, clamps squeezing her nipples and a butt plug in her ass, while he went down and had dinner with his wife. Juice dripped from her pussy, running down her thighs and puddling on the attic floor, while she waited for him to return. When her daddy finally came back upstairs, he had a solemn look on his face. Pulling off the clamps and removing the butt plug, he unhooked her wrists and ankles and held her naked body, against him. 

"She only has a few months to live." Were the first words her daddy said. An inoperable brain tumor was the cause of her mother's recent personality change. Guilt engulfed both father and daughter as they stood their embracing in their attic playroom, tears streaming down their cheeks. By mutual consent, they abandoned all of their sexual activities, while they concentrated on making her mother's last days as pleasant as possible. 

After the funeral, they comforted each other, sharing memories of the best parts of her mother's life. That night they cuddled naked in her father's bed, holding each other under the covers, but not making love. 

It took several awkward days, and passionless nights, before they could openly discuss their situation. One morning Rachel woke up with her father's morning hard-on pressed against her ass and admitted to him how much she missed it. They talked all morning and finally agreed that, although it had been unfair to her mother, given her condition, the intense passion they had shared was real. Gradually, over the next few nights, they rekindled their relationship and were soon back in the attic, trembling through more powerful orgasms than either thought possible.

"Tell me about Chelsea." Earl says, pulling Rachel from her memories. "What can I do to help?" He asks, rolling off of her and lying beside her with his head on her breast. Rachel explains Chelsea's sex for a grade offer to her teacher and the possibility that she won't graduate.

"Just the one teacher?" Earl asks, as he casually runs his fingers through Rachel's pubic hair. "Is that the only class she had issues with?" He asks, twirling her curly hair around his fingers.

"At mid semester, it looked like she was going to flunk most of her classes." Rachel says. "But she's brought all of her grades up except calculus." Maybe. Earl thinks, but his cop instincts say there might be more to the story.

"I'll talk to her after supper." He says. "I know a guy who can probably help."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Rachel says, kissing her father on the forehead. "She's so young. I don't want to see her ruin her life." 

"She's not so young." He says, teasingly, moving his hand down through her thick bush to stroke his daughter's wet pussy. "What were you doing at 18?" He asks. "Starting an incestuous relationship with your father?" He smiles.

"That's different!" Rachel insists. "Anyway, I don't hear you complaining?" She adds, playfully.

"Not at all!" He answers, pushing two fingers into her soppy pussy. "Not at all."

*****

What a day, Chelsea thinks as she walks back towards her grandfather's farm. Her pussy is aching and her panties are rubbing her ring against her swollen clit with each step she takes. Who would have guessed that teasing Chad would turn into a rescue and a naked pussy party with her aunt? 

Damn! Her aunt wanted her to eat her pussy. She's sure she heard her say, 'Lick me' just before Uncle Warren came home. She's not sure what she would have done if they hadn't been interrupted? Eating pussy is an intriguing idea. She's never done it. She laughs out loud thinking about how Aunt Ruth welcomed Uncle Warren home. She was so ready to cum, that he's probably getting the fuck of his life.

As she gets closer to the farm, she wonders about what Chad said, about her mother and grandpa. She wanted to ask her aunt, but they got distracted and she never got a chance. She thinks about her mom telling her to stay away all afternoon. Would she really need that much time, just to talk to grandpa? She wonders how she can find out.

It's almost 5 o'clock when she walks through the backdoor of her grandpa's farmhouse. Her mother is in the kitchen, making supper. 




Granddaughter Loves to Tease



"Hi mom." Chelsea says. Her mother looks freshly showered and has changed her clothes.

"Hi Chelsea." Her mom says, turning from the counter to greet her daughter. "How was your day?" 

"Great!" Chelsea says, looking at her mother's face. She's always heard that you can tell when someone's been fucked; their face will look flushed or rosy. "Chad and I went swimming." She says. Her mother's face looks very rosy, but she's not sure if it means she's been fucking grandpa. "I'm going to take a shower." She says.

"Okay." Her mom turns back to the counter. "Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.

Chelsea says hi to her grandpa on her way through the living room, where he's watching TV. He's showered and changed, too. Chelsea takes the stairs two at a time, but instead of turning right to her bedroom; she turns left and walks lightly down the hall to her grandfather's bedroom.

The bed is made and doesn't look disturbed, but she needs to know for sure. She carefully pulls back the comforter and lifts the sheet. Leaning across to the middle of the bed, she takes a big whiff of the sheets. Fuck! The smell of sex is pervasive! No doubt about it! It's true! Mom's fucking grandpa!

Chelsea straightens the bed and hurries back to her room, collapsing on the bed. Her initial disappointment at learning the truth soon turns into anger. Who the fuck is she to lecture me about sex with my teachers, when she's fucking her own father! Once again, her obsession with power leads her to a useful conclusion. Knowledge is power and she now possesses knowledge they don't know she has. Jumping off her bed, she pulls her dress over her head and walks into her bathroom to shower.

After dinner, Earl invites his granddaughter into his study. It's an old fashioned room, with floor to ceiling bookcases, a big mahogany desk with two stuffed armchairs in front of it. Earl motions Chelsea into one of the chairs.

"Your mother asked me to help you with your graduation problem." Her grandfather begins. "I'm pretty sure I can help you, but first, I need to know the entire story." He looks at her with his most intense cop face. "There's a guy I know who will talk to your teachers, piece together every aspect of the story, so I'll know if you're lying to me, okay?" He asks.

"Okay." Chelsea says. Did she ask you to help while she was sucking your cock or fucking you, she thinks, but doesn't say. After her shower, Chelsea had put on a v-neck tank top without a bra and a pair of tight white shorts. She ha sn't decided yet if she wants to try to tease her grandpa, but she's ready, just in case.

"I need to know how many teachers accepted your offer, before you got to Mr. Linden?" Earl asks, as he sits back in his chair and appraises his eighteen-year-old granddaughter. He can see why her teachers would take her up on sex for a grade. Her body oozes sexuality from every pour. 

"Four." Chelsea smiles and leans forward, putting her elbows on her grandpa's desk. She knows that in this position, her v-neck top will gape open and he'll be able to see most of her tits.

"You fucked four of your teachers?" He asks, trying to keep his eyes on her face instead of staring at her ripe, young tits. God! She's as sexy as her mother was at this age. Maybe sexier.

"No, just one." Chelsea says. "Three of them, I teased until I had enough incriminating evidence against them, that they would cooperate without me doing anything." She smiles. "I used a micro cassette recorder and gave them a copy of the tape, telling them I hope I get an A."

"What happened with the other one?" Earl asks, his eyes now focused almost exclusively on her firm, teen tits. This girl is definitely a class-A prick tease, he thinks, and I'm on the receiving end of her current teasing.

"I liked him." Chelsea smiles, as she sits back and crosses her long, shapely legs. 

"I see." Her grandpa says, stroking his chin. "Okay, I'm not going to lecture you."

"Good." Chelsea smiles.

"But that doesn't mean I condone what you've done." He sits forward. "You will stay here, doing chores on the farm, while I try to straighten this mess out. Fair enough?" He asks.

"Yes, thank you, grandpa." She says, getting up and walking around his desk. Earl's eyes are on her taut nipples, poking at the front of her tank top, as she leans down to kiss him.

"Your... welcome." Earl stammers, as the opening of her v-neck top falls forward and he gets a close-up, down-the-top view of her hard nipples and rose-colored areolas. Earl's cock reacts instantly, tenting the front of his pants. He's pretty sure this doesn't go unnoticed by his granddaughter, as she straightens back up and smiles at him. He watches her leave the room, her firm ass cheeks swaying back and forth in her tight shorts. Fuck! He's going to have to be careful around her.

Chelsea goes to bed early and is attempting to relieve some of her built up sexual tension by fingering her pussy, when she hears a tap at her window. Pulling her hand away from her overheated snatch, she gets out of bed, wearing a long T-shirt with nothing under it. Chad is kneeling outside her window, motioning for her to open it.

"What are you doing here?" She whispers, as she pushes the window up.

"I came to apologize." He says.

"Wait a minute." She says, looking around her room for more appropriate clothing. Nothing is readily available, so she shrugs and climbs out the window in just her t-shirt. Chad is wearing a pull over shirt and cutoff jeans. 

"I'm really sorry about what I said, Chelsea." He says, as soon as she's situated on the roof. They're sitting side-by-side, leaning against the house, Chelsea has her knees pulled up and her t-shirt pulled over them. "I don't know what I'm talking about and my mom is probably wrong. I'm really sorry I made you mad." He says.

"It's okay." She says quietly. "You were right, they are fucking."

"You saw them!" Chad asks excitedly.

"No!" Chelsea exclaims. "When I came home, I checked their bed and it smelled like sex."

"Oh." Chad says. They sit in silence for a minute before he speaks again. "Have you ever watched people fucking?" Chad asks.

"Of course not!" Chelsea answers, unsure what prompted such a question.

"I have." He smiles at her. "My mom and dad. I watch them all the time."

"You do not." Chelsea says dismissively.

"Yes I do." He answers emphatically. "I watched them this afternoon. My mom was teasing my dad, telling him about your shaved... you know... and... uh... your piercing and stuff." 

"What?" She says, turning towards him. Chelsea can see the bulge in his cutoffs. "Why would she do that? What did she say?"

"She does that all the time. She teases my dad about him wanting to fuck other people." He says. "I guess she figures it spices up their sex life." Chad shrugs his shoulders and continues. "I've heard her tease him about wanting to fuck the sexy black waitress at the diner and about how good your mom would be in bed. That's how I found out about your mom and grandpa. My mom was playing with my dad's cock, saying doesn't he wish he was the one she was coming to see each month and stuff like that."

"Fuck! That's amazing!" Chelsea says, turning her whole body towards Chad. "What was she saying about me?" She wonders if Chad knows what she and his mom was doing today.

"She described how smooth you are down there and what your silver ring looks like." He says, sheepishly. "Then, she told him to close his eyes and... um... imagine... you know... how tight your... um... anyway, stuff like that." Chad kept his head down the whole time he was talking. Now he looks up at Chelsea. 

"How tight my pussy is?" Chelsea smiles. "Is that what she asked?" She says, trying to embarrass Chad.

"Yeah." He answers, as the crimson color rises from his neck and covers his cheeks.

"What was she doing while he had his eyes closed?" Chelsea asks, as she stares at the huge tent in Chad's pants.

"She was sucking him off." He answers.

"You're making this up." Chelsea says, although she's sure he isn't. 

"No I'm not!" How else would I know about your piercing?"

"You could have seen it when we were swimming." She says, enjoying the sexy conversation with her cousin. Chelsea wants to see Chad's cock and she's pretty sure she knows how to get him to show it to her and even masturbate for her.

"I didn't!" He says, raising his voice.

"Shhhh!" Chelsea says. "You were staring at my pussy often enough. You could have seen it through my wet panties." She smiles.

"Well, I didn't." Chad says, his eyes dropping towards her crotch, invisible now with her t-shirt pulled over her knees. "But I'd like to." He smiles.

"You'd like to what?" Chelsea teases.

"I'd like to see your piercing." He says, hoping that she'll let him see what his mom has obviously already seen.

"I bet you would." She says, easing her t-shirt up just enough to keep her pussy covered. "What will you show me?" She asks.

"I'll show you my cock." He answers immediately.

"Is it pierced?" She teases.

"No!" Chad answers. "I can't imagine doing that!"

"Then, it's not an even trade." She says, pulling her t-shirt back down.

"Well, I'm not going to ever get it pierced." He says. "So it will never be even." He says resignedly.

"You could masturbate for me." Chelsea says. "That would make up for not being pierced."

"What?" Chad asks incredulously.

"I'll show you my pierced pussy if you'll masturbate while you're looking at it." Chelsea says, easing the t-shirt up her legs again. 

"Are you serious?" Chad asks excitedly. 

"Yes. I want to see you cum and I'm willing let you look at me as you do it. You look like you need to anyway." She smiles, as she nods at the tent in his pants. "Is it a deal?"

"Yes." Chad says, unsnapping his cutoffs. "Show me your pussy." Chelsea spreads her legs and pulls her t-shirt up to her waist. Chad stares at it, unable to see it very clearly on the dark roof.

"Can we go in your bedroom?" Chad asks. "It's not very light out here." Chelsea hesitates for a minute before answering. 

"That's a good idea." She says. "I want a better view of you, too." They both slip through the open window and Chelsea locks her bedroom door. 

"Can you do it standing up?" Chelsea asks.

"Sure, if you want me too." Chad answers, as he pulls his jockey shorts off. His hard cock springs loose and Chelsea is surprised at its size. He's not as big as Mr. Gordon, but larger than any of her other teachers. Chad pulls his shirt off and stands there naked. 

"Stand next to the bed and you can check out my piercing while you do it." She says, taking charge, as she lies back on the bed and pulls her t-shirt up, revealing her bare pussy. Chad stares at his cousin's hairless mound and then hesitantly starts stroking his hand up and down his cock. Unbelievable! He figured it was a long shot, at best, asking to see his cousin's pussy and he never figured she'd ask him to masturbate. He's never had an audience while he masturbated before, but Chelsea watching him is really turning him on.

Chelsea's pussy is on fire. She wants to touch herself so badly, but she wants to stay in control and not give any equal footing to her cousin. She watches him rock his hips, as he moves his hand up and down his thick shaft. He's really getting into it.

"Can you... um... spread your legs a little?" Chad asks. Chelsea didn't realize she had almost closed her legs, unconsciously rubbing them together, to ease her aching pussy. "And can I see your tits?" Chad says, hopefully, as he pumps his cock harder, thrusting his hips forward as he gets closer to his release.

Chelsea doesn't answer him, but she sits up and pulls her t-shirt over her head. When she lies back down, she scoots to the edge of the bed, spreads her legs and pulls her knees up, giving Chad a clear view of her wet pussy, and silver the ring that's rubbing against her swollen clit. 

"Wow!" Chad whispers as he stares at his cousin's incredible naked body. Her tits are perfect, with hard little nipples sticking straight out and her porcelain smooth pussy is unlike anything he's ever seen.

"Tell me what your mom's body looks like!" Chelsea says. "Describe her pussy and her tits while you jack off." She teases, as she stares at Chad's thick shaft.

"What?" Chad stops stroking his cock and just stares at her. "Why would I do that?" He asks.

"Why do you watch them fuck?" Chelsea asks, making Chad blush. "Come on Chad, just tell me what she looks like." She smiles, as she moves her hand down towards her pussy. "Is she hairy, trimmed, shaved or what?" She asks, already knowing what her aunt's pussy looks like.

"She's really hairy." Chad says, slowly starting to stroke his cock again. "And I haven't seen it, but my dad's always teasing her about how big her clit is." He says, stroking faster. 

"What about her tits?" Chelsea asks, as she runs her finger up and down her pussy lips and her other hand squeezes her tit. "They're bigger than mine, aren't they?"

"Yeah!" Chad pants, as he jacks his cock faster, bucking his hips against his hand. "They're big..." Chad says, his breath coming in gasps as his orgasm builds.

"Her nipples!" Chelsea says, pinching her own nipple for emphasis. "What about her nipples?"

"They're... thick... and... long... and... Oh fuck!" Chad says. "Where should I... oh fuck!" He says, as his first spurt of cum shoots about two feet and lands just under Chelsea's tits. The next spurt hits her thigh, right next to her pussy. His hand slows down and the final spurt lands on the floor next to the bed. Chad is still stroking his cock, as the rest of his cum oozes out and runs down his fingers. 

"It's warm!" Chelsea says, when Chad's first load hits her skin. "And there sure is a lot of it!" She smiles as her cousin finishes cumming and flops down beside her on the bed. 

"Sorry about the mess." Chad whispers. "I wasn't thinking."

"That was awesome!" She tells him, as she grabs a Kleenex from her nightstand and wipes off his cum.

"God! I've never done that with anyone watching." Chad says, as he catches his breath. "I came so hard." He's staring at Chelsea's naked body.

"So, how do you like my piercing?" Chelsea asks, wondering how much of his intensity was due to his vision of his mom. Her pussy is still on fire, but she's not going to let Chad watch her masturbate.

"It's really incredible!" Chad says, reaching his hand out to touch it. 

"Huh uh!" Chelsea says, pushing his hand away. "That wasn't part of the deal." She smiles, although she'd really like to touch herself right now. "No touching."

"Okay." Chad says, as his eyes travel up and down her body like he's memorizing it.

"I want to watch your parents fuck." Chelsea says, turning towards him and leaning her head on her elbow.

"Really?" Chad asks excitedly, as he looks at the clock. Chelsea just nods.

"They might be going at it right now." He says. "They usually fuck on Saturday nights when they think I'm out with my friends." 

"Go and check." She says, pushing him off the bed. "Where do you watch them from?" She asks, as she watches him get dressed.

"The roof outside their bedroom." He answers, pulling his shirt over his head. "I climb out my window and lie on the peak of the dormer window, between our bedrooms. Are you coming with me?" He asks.

"I'll wait here." Chelsea says, wanting to ease the ache in her inflamed pussy first. "Text me if they're doing it and I'll meet you in your bedroom." She says, standing naked next to her bed, as Chad climbs through the window.

"I'll text you." He says, taking one last look at his sexy cousin before climbing out the window.

Fuck! Chad can't believe what just happened. He wants to fuck his cousin so badly. He hopes his parents are having their normal Saturday night fuck fest, so he gets another chance to be with her tonight. Her pussy was so fucking wet and he could see the tip of her pink clit behind her silver ring. His cock is recovering, as he remembers her smearing her juices around her pussy lips with her finger. Chad breaks into a run across the field towards his house. 

Quietly opening the back door, he walks on the edge of the stairs to avoid any creaking sounds. In less than a minute, he's in his room, grabbing his cell phone and crawling out the window. As he moves across the roof, he hears the unmistakable sounds coming from his parents' bedroom. He gets into position and checks to make sure. His mom is on her back with her legs wide in the air, holding his dad's head tightly between her thighs.

"Oh! Eat me, Warren!" His mom cries. "Oh fuck! Just like that, honey!" Chad grabs his cell phone and texts Chelsea to come over.

Chelsea's body is jerking spasmodically, as her orgasm rips through her body. Her fingers are still buried in her pussy, when her phone starts vibrating on the nightstand. She reaches over with the hand that was rubbing her clit and flips it open. One message. She smiles, as she hits the message button and the short text from Chad lights up the screen. All right! 

With her pussy momentarily relieved, she slides off the bed and grabs a pair of clean panties from her suitcase. She pulls on the shorts and tank top she wore earlier, ties her shoes and climbs out the window. Hurrying across the field, she thinks about what she wants to do with Chad. He is obviously infatuated with his mom's body. Come to think of it, Aunt Ruth seemed to take a perverse interest in her son's cock, when she was talking about it earlier. Maybe...

She sees Chad's shadow on the roof, as she approaches the house. He motions her to go inside with his finger to his lips telling her to be quiet. Duh! She climbs the stairs and walks silently towards Chad's room. Chad is leaning in the window when she opens the door.

"Come on." He whispers. "Dad's just gone down on mom. If they follow their regular pattern, she'll suck him off next." Chad says, as Chelsea wonders how often he's done this. She kicks off her shoes and climbs out the window. Chad leads her across the roof to his normal spot, leaning over the peak of the dormer window. 

She can see her aunt and uncle, both naked embracing on the bed. Aunt Ruth is running her hands over Uncle Warren's ass, while they kiss. She can see, but not as well as she'd like.

"Let's get on the other side." Chelsea whispers. "And lean up against the roof where we can see better." She has her mouth right next to his ear, so his parents won't hear them.

"They might see us." Chad says, shaking his head.

"I don't think they're looking out the window." She answers sarcastically. 

"It's too risky." He whispers, turning back towards the window. His mom is pushing his father onto his back and kissing his chest. Chelsea stares at Uncle Warren's long, thick cock, sticking up from his groin like a flagpole. Ohmygod, he's bigger than Mr. Gordon, she thinks. She wants a closer look and decides to tempt Chad into taking more risk.

"I'll do for you, what your mom's about to do for your dad." She whispers in Chad's ear, as she runs her hand tantalizingly over his muscular ass. Chad jerks his head around and looks at his cousin.

"You'll... um... blow me?" He stutters, in a hoarse whisper. Chelsea smiles and nods at him, as she lightly trails her hand around her cousin's hip and squeezes his hard-on through his pants. Chad's cock responds to her touch, and the anticipation of a blowjob, creating a steel rod in her grip.

"Only if we're over there." She says, pointing to a spot right outside his parent's open window. "And only while your mom is blowing your dad. When she's done, I'm done, okay?" Chad nods as he figures out how to get to where Chelsea wants to be without being seen. Chelsea continues massaging his swollen cock with her hand.

"Okay." He whispers, taking her by the hand and crouching down. With Chad leading, they tiptoe around the dormer window, pausing in front of it before moving out into the open, in front of his parent's window. Chad eases himself down on the roof where he can see and hear everything clearly. Looking over at Chelsea, he raises his eyebrows questioningly. She nods.




Granddaughter Loves to Tease



"You really want to see Chelsea's pierced pussy, don't you, Warren." They hear Aunt Ruth's voice clearly through the open window. "You'd like to know what she tastes like too, wouldn't you?" She asks, cupping Uncle Warren's balls, as she swirls her tongue around his cockhead. Chelsea can't believe that her aunt is using her to tease her uncle, but her pussy likes the idea and she feels that familiar tingling between her legs. Her aunt's teasing gives Chelsea an idea.

"While you watch your mom, imagine that it's your cock she's sucking." Chelsea whispers. "Imagine that she's kneeling between your legs and sucking your hard cock." She adds, before noiselessly unsnapping Chad's cutoffs and pulling them down, along with his underwear. Chelsea lies sideways on the roof, where she can suck Chad's cock and they can both see into the bedroom. She watches her aunt and tries to mimic her moves, swirling her tongue around Chad's cockhead, as she cups his balls. Chad brings his fist to his mouth, stifling a moan.

"Close your eyes, Warren." Aunt Ruth says. "Imagine Chelsea between your legs; your teenage niece, naked, licking your hard cock." Chelsea watches her aunt's lips slide down around her uncle's hard shaft and she does the same for Chad, her pussy oozing juice at her aunt's erotic fantasy.

"Her tight little ass and her perky tits turn you on, don't they?" Aunt Ruth asks, taking a breath. "You wonder what it would feel like to have her young, hard body bouncing on your big cock." She slides her mouth over his cock and it glides all the way down, burying his cockhead in her throat. Chelsea deep throats Chad the same way and mimics her aunt, as she caresses Chad's balls. 

Aunt Ruth appears to be done talking, as she starts a steady rhythm, using her hand to pump Uncle Warren's cock in and out of her mouth. Chelsea does the same with Chad, wondering who'll finish first. Chelsea doesn't usually give blowjob, or more correctly, she doesn't usually finish blowjobs, but she committed to sucking him until his father cums. She keeps one eye on the window, as she sucks her cousin's cock and teases his balls.

Chad's shoving his ass off the roof and trying to push more of his cock into Chelsea's mouth. He's watching his mother and it's just like she's blowing him. It's like she's got her hand around his cock and she's pumping it into her mouth, while gently stroking his balls. He's dreamed about this; imagining her sucking his cock. He's jacked off, thinking about his mother, but he's never told anyone his fantasy. Chelsea seems to instinctively know what he needs and is giving him the next best thing. He feels his balls tighten.

"Oh that's so good! Suck my cock, Chelsea. Suck me!" Uncle Warren moans, as he pumps his cock into his wife's mouth and imagines it's his sexy, young niece. He pictures his niece, naked between his legs, her firm, teenage tits bouncing, as she bobs her head up and down. He can't hold back, he pumps faster.

Chad explodes first, shooting several large streams of cum into his cousin's mouth. He looks down at her and watches as she sucks and swallows every drop, until he's completely spent. Glancing at the windows, he sees his mom doing the same thing.

Chelsea sits up, licking her lips. That really wasn't so bad, she thinks and watching Aunt Ruth made it doubly erotic. Aunt Ruth is continuing to suck on Uncle Warren's cock, apparently reviving him for another round. Chelsea sees Chad looking at her expectantly and she shakes her head. Sitting down next to Chad, she snuggles up to him, as he puts his arm around her. His cutoffs and under shorts are still bunched around his ankles, as they continue watching the action taking place in his parents' bedroom.  

Aunt Ruth's mouth works magic on Uncle Warren's cock and Chelsea is surprised at how fast he's recovered, sticking straight up again in minutes. Chad is leisurely stroking his cock while he watches his mother move up to straddle his dad.

"You'd like Chelsea to squeeze your big cock into her tight teenage pussy, wouldn't you, Warren?" Aunt Ruth asks, as she positions herself over her husband's fully recovered cock. Warren just nods, as his wife's pussy lingers above his throbbing cock.

"Say it!" She commands. "Tell Chelsea to ride your cock. Close your eyes and beg her to fuck you." She smiles.

"Please Chelsea." Uncle Warren pleads, his eyes closed like instructed. "Please fuck me, Chelsea. Slide your bare pussy down over me and ride me hard!" Aunt Ruth holds his cock straight up and glides her wet pussy down over it. 

"This is so weird." Chelsea whispers to Chad.

"I know." He whispers back. Chad's cock has fully recovered and he's stroking up and down the entire length of it, as he watches his parents fuck. Chelsea leans her head on his chest and watches him masturbate. This is a much better view than she had in her bedroom. His cock is only inches from her face. She can see his cockhead swelling and the precum oozing from the small slit. She reaches her hand down between his legs and cups his balls, startling him. Chad stifles a moan and then leans down and kisses the top of her head. With Chelsea caressing his balls, Chad's strokes quicken and he starts rocking his hips up off the roof, as the tension builds again. 

"Fuck me, Chelsea!" Uncle Warren cries. "That's so good!" He moans, as Aunt Ruth rides him like a rodeo star. Her tits are bouncing like crazy, as she slams herself down on her husband's hard cock. 

Chelsea feels Chad's balls constrict, as he gets ready to shoot and realizes she is right in the line of fire. Just in time, she figures there's only one thing to do and she quickly moves her mouth towards his swollen cockhead. The unexpected warmth of Chelsea's lips touching his cock puts Chad over the top, and he erupts, once again filling her mouth with his hot jism. Chelsea swallows several large spurts before sucking the remaining cum from his throbbing cock. She pulls her face back just in time to see her Aunt Ruth collapse on her Uncle Warren's chest. 

Chad feels so much affection and gratitude towards his cousin right now. He was so out of control, watching his mother riding his father's cock, while Chelsea teased his balls that he hadn't given any thought to where his cum would go. Trying to calm his breathing, he squeezes her body against his, while he kisses and strokes her hair. 

"Come on." Chelsea whispers, as she disengages herself from Chad's embrace. "Let's go." She says, standing up. Chad pulls his pants up and they make their way back into his bedroom.

"I had a good time." Chelsea says, leaning up to kiss Chad's cheek. "Thanks for inviting me."

"What about you, Chelsea?" Chad asks. "I came twice on the roof and once in your bedroom. Don't you need some relief?" He adds.

"Don't worry about me." Chelsea says with a smile. "I can take care of myself." 

"Can I watch?" Chad asks, grinning from ear to ear. 

"Not tonight, cuz." Chelsea answers. "I'll see you in the morning." 

"What are we doing tomorrow?" Chad asks.

"We're going to spy on grandpa and my mom." She says, matter-of-factly. "We'll tell our parents that we're spending the day together. Why don't you meet me by the pond at eleven, tomorrow morning?" She asks.

"Sure, then what?" Chad asks. 

"Then, we'll sneak back and see what they're doing." She says, kissing him again and then turning to leave. "Good night, Chad." She says, over her shoulder.

"Good night, Chelsea." He whispers.

*****

The next morning, Chad and Chelsea make their respective excuses and meet at the pond. Chelsea is wearing a gray tank top with matching sweat shorts and Chad is in his normal cutoffs and white t-shirt. 

"I don't think I thanked you properly for yesterday." Chad says, as he joins his cousin on top of one of the boulders. "You were really amazing." He says, leaning over and kissing her on the lips.

"You're welcome." Chelsea says, accepting his kiss, but not returning it. "I enjoyed myself, too." She smiles when she notices how hard he is already.

"Your body is incredible, Chelsea." Chad says, as he brushes a strand of hair from her forehead. "Are you going to let me see it again?" He asks hopefully. 

"We'll see." Chelsea says, noncommittally. "Let's see what happens at grandpa's today." Men are so pathetically predictable, Chelsea thinks. Show them a little attention, swallow a little cum and the next thing you know, they're following you around like puppy dogs begging for more. Except for Mr. Gordon. Why couldn't more men be like Mr. Gordon and just take what they want? Wow! Where did that thought come from, she wonders.

"Okay." Chad says, obviously disappointed that he didn't get more attention from his cousin.

"Are you ready?" Chelsea says, standing up and putting the strap from a small case over her shoulder.

"What's that?" Chad asks, eying the case.

"My camcorder." Chelsea answers. "I may need it." She smiles. Chad hesitates and then shakes his head and leads the way towards their grandpa's farm.

"Seriously, Chad." Chelsea says. "You should film your parents. That would be awesome. You could edit it down to the best parts and watch it whenever you want."

"No!" Chad snaps, emphatically. "We're not going to do that." He says.

"Okay." Chelsea says. "But you watch them all the time anyway, what's the difference?" She asks. 

"It's just not right." Chad says, not really able to explain what the difference is, but knowing he could never do anything like that to his mother.

"Fine." Chelsea says. "Forget I said anything." *****

As soon as Chelsea left that morning, Rachel reminded her dad about his promise to take her to the attic. Rachel had remained faithful to her husband all during her marriage and, until a few months ago, had not had sex with her father since a week before her wedding. Since her divorce was final, Rachel has used every excuse she could think of to visit her daddy on weekends, eventually getting up the nerve to approach him about resuming their sexual relationship. Without hesitation, he told her he was as anxious as she was to recapture the magic and they spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. Their lovemaking has been so intense over the recent weeks, that neither of them has mentioned the attic.

"I've been anticipating your interest in the attic." Earl tells her, as he unlocks the door. "I've been shopping for new toys." He smiles, as they walk up the attic stairs. The attic is accessed through a door in the guest room where Rachel has been sleeping. "I'll tell you, the selection has sure changed over the years."

"Really?" Rachel says, her pussy fluttering with anticipation. "Like what?" She asks, excitedly.

"You'll see." Earl says, locking the door behind them, before leading her over to their play area. "I came up here a couple of weeks ago and cleaned everything up." Earl says, as he unlocks the cabinet that holds the toys. Rachel is already stripping, dropping her shorts and blouse on a nearby box. She didn't bother with under garments, knowing she wouldn't have them on long.

"Are you ready?" Earl asks, as he steps towards her with a pair of fur-lined handcuffs. Rachel smiles and raises her arms over her head. Earl adjusts the cuff around one wrist and loops it over the rafter, locking it snugly around the other one.

"Oh yes, daddy!" Rachel sighs. "I'm way past being ready." She spreads her legs and Earl fastens her ankles to the floor. 

"Me too." He whispers, as he returns to the cabinet. Turning back around, he gazes at his naked daughter, hanging by her wrists, with her legs spread apart. Her voluptuous body is a stark contrast to the teenage girl he teased up here twenty years ago. It's not just the fullness of her tits or the more pronounced curve of her hips, but her entire being is more womanly. The blood surges into his cock, as he steps towards her, adjusting the nipple clamps.

"Remember how much you used to love the nipple clamps?" He asks in a soft voice.

"Mmm hmmm." She nods, smiling. 

"Well, they've improved them." He says, as he clamps it onto one of her erect nipple and checks the adjustment screw. 

"They're heavier than I remember." Rachel says, as Earl releases the clamp, allowing the attached cylinder to hang loosely from her tit. 

"It's the battery that makes it heavy." He smiles, as he fastens another one on her other nipple." 

"Battery?" Rachel asks, looking down, but unable to see exactly what the batteries would do.

"Yes." Earl smiles, as he steps back and holds up a small remote control. "These are called wireless vibrating nipple clamps." He explains, as he pushes the button. "Enjoy!" 

"Oh fuck!" Rachel moans as the clamps attached to her hard nipples start vibrating, sending shivers through her body.

"Do you like it?" Earl asks. "There are other speeds." He explains. "This is the lowest."

"Oh daddy!" Rachel coos. "It feels... I don't know... it's great!."

"I have another one." He says, holding up another clamp. "Let's see... where should I put this?" He muses, as he runs his hand through Rachel's blonde pubic hair. The instructions on the box, said it wasn't just for nipples and offered suggestions, such as clamping it to the labia or the clit hood. Earl pulls a chair over and sits down, staring into his daughter's wet pussy. Her juices are flowing, but her clit isn't as aroused as it will be later. He sets the clamp aside for now and lightly caresses her juicy pussy lips with his fingers. 

In the beginning, when they first started experimenting with restraints, Earl researched the topic exhaustively. He had never done anything like this before and was concerned that it was abnormal behavior. He wanted to learn everything he could to avoid causing his 18-year-old daughter any long-term psychological damage. He read articles, talked with a sex crimes psychologist and even went to a seminar that was recommended. He was surprised to learn how many normal couples practice mild bondage on a regular basis and how many sex therapists recommend it for adding excitement to your sex life. 

Earl learned that it was all about teasing, bringing your partner to the brink of orgasm and then backing off. The helplessness of the person being restrained is intensified by unexpected or abrupt changes in the teasing. During their early years, Earl perfected this technique, giving Rachel mind-blowing orgasms nearly every time. It's been eighteen years, she's not the na•ve teenager she was then, but he is determined to make today just as memorable.

*****

"There's your mom's car and grandpa's truck." Chad points out, as they approach grandpa's farmhouse. "They're both here."

"They're probably in grandpa's bedroom again." Chelsea says. "That's where they did it yesterday." Slowly opening the back door, they step inside leaving their shoes on the back porch. Chelsea leads the way, peeking into each of the downstairs rooms, before beckoning Chad to follow her up the stairs. It seems to take forever to navigate the upstairs hallway, peering into rooms on their way to the master bedroom. 

"I don't hear anything." Chad whispers in Chelsea's ear. She nods and moves towards their grandpa's bedroom. 

"They're not here." She says, quietly, as she stands in the hallway trying to figure where they could be. "You don't suppose they're in the barn, do you?" She asks Chad, who just shrugs. 

"Listen." He says, holding his finger over his lips. He turns and walks towards the guest bedroom. "I think I know where they are." He says, pointing to the ceiling. "They're in the attic."

"Why?" Chelsea says, reverting back to a hushed whisper. Chad shrugs again as he grips the doorknob and silently tries to turn it. 

"It's locked." He whispers very softly, as he puts his ear to the door. He hears muffled voices coming from the other side. "They're definitely there." He says, turning back to Chelsea. She takes a turn listening at the door. 

"Now what?" She asks, as much to herself as to Chad. 

"Come with me." Chad says, grabbing her hand. "I explored every inch of this house when I was a kid." He says, leading her to the other end of the hall and opening a storage closet. "The attic only covers half of the house. The other half is just a crawl space." He explains, as he reaches up and pulls the short rope, dangling from the ceiling. A narrow pull down ladder unfolds in the closet and Chad leads the way. "I think you can see from the crawl space into the attic.

"Close the door behind you." He whispers, before disappearing into the darkness. Chelsea closes the door and follows her cousin up the wooden ladder. The crawl space is about four feet high with sheets of plywood laid down, as a makeshift floor. Chad is slowly crawling towards an air vent on the far wall. Chelsea follows him, the plywood feeling rough against her bare knees.

As they get closer to the vent, they can hear her mom and their grandpa on the other side. It sounds like her mom might be moaning. There is light streaming in through the louvers in the vent and Chad again puts his finger to his lips. Side by side, on their hands and knees, they bend their necks down and look through the vent. Chelsea stifles a gasp when she sees her naked mother with her arms stretched over her head and her legs spread wide apart. Grandpa appears to be licking her pussy.

"Oh daddy!" Rachel moans. "My pussy's on fire." She cries. "Can you feel the heat?" Chad glances at Chelsea, to make sure she's okay, and then turns his attention to the erotic activities visible through the vent. 

"Yes. There's a lot of heat, baby." Earl answers. "I think you're ready for the other clamp." He says, reaching over to where he laid the nipple clamp. Chelsea stares open-mouthed, as she realizes that her mom has clamps on her nipples, and her grandpa is about to put another one on her pussy.

"I think this'll fit your clit hood just fine." Earl says, his excited tone, the only indication of his arousal. He turns the adjustment screw and fastens the vibrating clamp onto the top of her clit hood. Pressing the remote, he hears a slight buzz as the vibrator starts.

"Oh fuck!" Rachel almost screams, as she bucks her hips forward, shaking the clamp around. "Ohhhhhhmyyyyyyyyygod!" She wails. "It's... um... it's... fucking... oh... God!" 

"Do you want it faster?" Earl asks his daughter, as he moves his chair back and stands in front of her. 

"No!" She gasps, as her body writhes around as much as her restraints will allow. 

"I'm going downstairs a minute." Earl says. "I'll leave you to your good vibrations." He laughs. 

"Daddy! Daddy!" Rachel moans. "Where... are... you... going?" She pants.

"Just downstairs a minute." He says, brushing her hair from her face and gently kissing her lips. "I'll be right back. I promise."

Chelsea and Chad have settled down on the floor, almost lying on their sides, watching the incredible action on the other side of the vent. Chelsea is recording it all with her digital camcorder, while Chad, lying behind her, is caressing her bare thigh. His cock is rock hard and he wants to touch Chelsea's pussy so badly, but he's afraid to make a move. Gradually he inches his hand up her thigh to the opening at the bottom of her sweat shorts.

Chelsea watches her grandpa descend the attic steps and zooms her camcorder in on her mom's tits, filling the screen with the nipple clamps. Chelsea's pussy feels like it's probably as wet as her mom's even without all the stimulation her mom is getting. Panning down her mom's body, she pauses on her pussy, to see how grandpa has used the clamp down there. She smiles when she feels Chad's fingers slip inside the loose leg band of her shorts. Men are so predictable, she thinks. She scoots her ass back against his hard cock, as her grandpa's head appears above the stairs.