I wrote some fantasy stories about bondage, and somehow a dog crept into the tale.

I could not tell if anyone was reading them, so a friend told me to move them to, where people not only read (and number of reads is recorded), but also can vote. Link to those stories here.

However, that site allows tales of werewolves, etc. – but not plain old dog (read “beastiality”) stories.

So those stories had to stay here. And just recently, they rejected a story I wrote at the specific request of a reader, because it was “too non-consenting” even though they never got to read part 02, or understand this is the fantasy HE found gratifying. Heavy, heavy sighs. So, you get to read “Martin’s Torment” here, if you wish.

I emphasize they are fantasy. I do not advocate trying any of this stuff.

In fact, the best fantasies often lose their magic, if a person tries to make them reality.

If even the thought of beastiality or heavy bondage bothers you… stop now… read no farther.

By the way. I have to alter the publishing dates on these, so they will be presented in the correct order. Postings actually started early in 2014. The numbers in parentheses indicate the order of creation.

Submissive’s Journey Beastiality Chapters

(01) Pets  (after Submissive’s Journey 11 )                       (02) Visit from Susan ( Submissive’s Journey 15)

(03) Susan and Bruno (the followup to Submissive’s Journey 15)


Trip to the Vet Series

(06)Trip to the Vet Part 01                                                (07) Trip to the Vet part 02

(08) Trip to the Vet part 03                                               (09) Trip to the Vet part 04

(10) Trip to the Vet part 05

Bob Series

(12) Bob Relates His Adventure                                       (13) Bob’s Call for help

(14) Bob Expands Her Duties                                            (15) Bob Gets More Active

(31) Lucy and Spike at Bob’s                                            (32) Bob and Sarah with Molly

Hostess Series

(16) The Hostess                                                                     (17) The Hostess, pt. 02

(18) The Hostess, pt. 03                                                      (19) The Hostess – Stephanie’s Story

(22) The Hostess and the Master’s Girl                      (23) The Hostess and Her Gift

(39) Honi and the Hostess                                             (40) Honi and the Hostess, pt. 02

Martin Series (BDSM)

Martin’s Torment – pt. 01                                            Martin’s Torment – pt. 02

Martin’s Torment – pt. 03                                            Martin Meets Molly

Martin and the Glory Hole                                         Martin and the Glory Hole, pt. 2

Cuckold Stories

(24)  A Special Cuckolding                                                  (25) A Cuckold’s Ordeal

Incest Stories

(27) Single Dad                                                                      (28) Teasing Daddy

The New Editor Series

(33) Molly and the New Editor                                   (34) Molly and the New Editor, pt. 02

(35) Molly and the New Editor, pt 03                      (37) Molly and the New Editor, pt 04

Miscellaneous Stories

(04) The Dinner Party                                                        (05) The Visit (to Doug’s Mistress )

(11) Convinced by a Friend                                               (20) The Dog-Napping Adventure

(21) Kate’s Session                                                                (26) The Jewelers

(29) A Dom Submits                                                            (30) The Game of Sardines

(31) The Golf Widows                                                       (36) The Lawyer and Her Assistant      

(38) Selena’s Story                                                            (43) Second Life Meets Real Life

(44) Zoe Goes After a Story                                            (45) The Abduction

(46) The Collector, Ch. 03                                               (47) Trying to Get More Organized


(41) Amber’s Story, Pt. 1         


(42) Storm Time              


Single Dad

It started out so innocently.

It elevated so insidiously.

Mike met Fleur in high school, and they fell in love. They became exclusive right away, so exclusive that Fleur knew the baby was his, when she got pregnant at age 20. Mike was 21 at the time, so they ran off and got married just before April was born. Fleur was aptly named, since she embraced the hippy life style. Always a dreamer, after three years of marriage, Fleur decided she couldn’t handle being a mother, so she divorced Mike. She gave him full custody of their daughter April, and set off to see the world.

Mike made it his life’s purpose to take good care of his daughter. A runner for most of his life, he kept his 5′ 11” body trim. With his medium athletic build, he developed a great reputation as a life coach, personal trainer, and eventually a physical therapist. Some weeks he might put in 60 hours of work, but with the control of his own schedule, he always took time to attend April’s school events, plays, and sporting events. He was making excellent money, and he bought them a house in one of the nicer suburban neighborhoods, with a wonderful school system.

Mike didn’t have much of a life other than working and caring for April. He didn’t date much, and seldom went out. To outside observers, he may have appeared lonely, but truthfully, he was very happy raising his daughter. It was probably just as well that they seldom had visitors, because one thing that had ‘rubbed off’ on Mike from Fleur was lack of body shame. Mike could be considered either a naturist or a nudist, depending on your definition, and was often naked when he was in their house.

April followed in her father’s example. When she got home from school, she’d shed her clothes and enjoy the resultant freedom. When her body started undergoing the changes brought on by puberty, she asked her dad very direct questions, and he gave her straightforward answers. He even informed her that such changes meant she’d soon be menstruating, and made certain she understood the processes involved. Consequently, when she had her first period, April didn’t freak out like some of her classmates did. She was calm and prepared, and took it in stride. She got one of the pads she’d stored in her locker, put it on in the women’s toilets, and went on with her day.

When her dad picked her up after school, she told him what had happened. He was elated that she’d handled this milestone in her life so well, and told her so. “I’m proud of you, April. You’re becoming a lovely, mature young woman. Are your cramps very bad?”

No, Dad. Just sort of a twinge-like feeling deep inside here,” she answered, pointing at her lower belly.

I feel like we should celebrate,” Mike stated. “Do you think ice cream is in order?” he asked, with a grin.

Dad!” April laughed. “You know that ice cream is always in order!” They got double scoops each.

So growing up in a house where nudity was a natural way of life, and having gone through puberty, and menstruation with only her dad available to explain it all, April knew they were both very open with one another. Any conversation about sex, sexuality, and the human body was perfectly acceptable.

By the time the 18 year-old April was a high school senior, she stood 5′ 6” tall, with a petite, lithe frame. She was a runner, like her father, and also engaged in swimming and gymnastics. When she was running or doing gymnastics, she had to wear a sports bra to keep her generous C-cup breasts under control. When she was swimming, she didn’t bother with a bra under her one-piece bathing suit. This might account for the fact that several of the people walking by her seemed to trip over things, since they weren’t looking where they were going. Being a bit of a wild child – she had her mother’s genes too, after all – she enjoyed stirring the boys up. But paradoxically, wild child or no, April maintained straight A’s, since her father took an interest in her education, going over her homework with her, and explaining concepts she found difficult.

Needless to say, as much as April loved running and gymnastics, she was thrilled to get home and undress, especially to strip away those confining bras. She’d hop in the shower and lather herself up, and rinse away the sweat from those vigorous workouts. Toweling off, she’d stay naked to do her homework, help her dad make dinner, help with the dishes, and then either watch TV, chat or text on her phone, or play video games until bedtime.

Since April was now eighteen, Mike asked, “Are you planning to have sex with any of your friends? I’d really prefer that you not get pregnant too early in your life.”

Many teenagers might be mortified to have their father speak to them about sex or pregnancy, but not April. She answered honestly, “No Dad. Not really. Those high school boys are all too immature, narcissistic, and just plain silly. They turn my stomach, more than turning me on.” She looked at her father, and hoped one day she’d find a real man, like him. Being honest with herself, she found him to be quite handsome, with his still fit, trim body. He was poised and confident. She especially liked looking at his pecs, abdomen, butt, calves, and his cute circumcised cock, but all of his body was lovely to her. The high school boys couldn’t hold a candle to him.

However, after further discussions, they agreed it would be prudent that just as April had prepared for her menses by having pads on hand, she should also prepare for the possibility of sex by going on the pill, and having condoms available for safe sex. They actually both felt better when these precautions were in place.

Summer arrived, with its warm, sunny days, and leisure time. A high school graduate now, April already had acceptance for the college of her choice, and her fabulous grades and athleticism scored her a generous scholarship, so there was no urgency for her to get a summer job.

Lately, April thought she noticed her father glimpsing at her naked body perhaps more intently than in the past. Occasionally it looked like it might be causing a slight arousal in him. At first, she wasn’t sure if it was due to the actual sight of her body, or just thoughts in his head, and perhaps his sexual frustration, since he wasn’t dating anyone.

Rather than directly speaking to her father about this for clarification, the wild-child in her took over. She started oiling herself up by their secluded backyard pool when he was within viewing distance, making a ‘show’ of it. After that, she’d lie in her lounge chair with her legs apart, constantly applying oil to her breasts, tummy, and thighs. She’d idly toy with the golden fleece that covered her outer labia, pubic hairs that she kept carefully groomed. “Is he glancing my way more often?” she wondered. “Does he stare at me when I’m dozing in the sun?”

Another change she observed. She’d seldom seen her father drink for most of her life. But late in the previous Spring, he’d have maybe one beer or two each evening. As the Summer began, he might have a beer by the pool, or while doing yard work. Never enough to be drunk, or to concern her, but still, a change in his behavior.

As open as they were in their relationship, they were very considerate with each other’s privacy when in their bedroom. Both of them kept their door shut, and the other would knock and wait for the call of ‘come in’ before opening the door.

Late one night, April had a question about something they were doing on the following day. She went looking for her father. She found him in his den, and its door wasn’t fully closed. It was just barely cracked open. April stopped short of knocking and peeked in. Mike was slumped in his chair with his back to her, a beer on the desk, and several on the floor. His nakedness didn’t surprise her. What did surprise her was that he was watching a porn movie. Not only that, his arm was moving in a manner that made it appear that he was stroking himself. Feeling embarrassed, she tiptoed away, went back to her room, and sent him her question via a text message.

After getting the reply from her dad, she climbed into her bed, her mind whirling with thoughts of what she’d witnessed. The glimpse of him watching porn and probably masturbating. Open as they were with each other, April never really got a sense that he was a sexual being or had sexual needs. Her first thoughts were those of being intrigued. But soon she was feeling sad for him, thinking back on his life.

Even though I was only three at the time, I know Mom disappeared after the divorce, leaving him to be a single father, working and raising me,” she thought. “He gave up so much to provide for me, caring for me all these years. He’s given me everything a girl growing up could want – nice house, clothes, phones, car, and so on,” she mused. April knew that she wasn’t overly spoiled, but thinking back, she realized she never really had to ask for anything more than once. She fell asleep rubbing herself, wondering about her dad’s needs.

Very curious now, April started tiptoeing to her father’s den every night at the same time, and found he was doing the same thing. Each time she’d watch longer and longer, fascinated. Soon she found her hands wandering down to rub herself, as she watched him apparently stroking his cock. She couldn’t be sure he was doing that, though, because the arm of his chair blocked her view.

One day when her father was at work, she went to his computer, and searched his browser history and files. She found a variety of porn sites, some that she herself had seen as she watched him through the door. Most of it was fairly normal stuff, but he’d watched some videos featuring young girls, lots with blow jobs, and a few that were incest themed. When she finally logged out, she felt a little ashamed for invading his privacy. She went out to the pool, and the love for her dad and the images of him stroking to porn stirred something deep within her. She still hadn’t actually seen his cock in erection, but she started imagining it. Those images in her mind drove her to sliding her fingers over her petals, making her pussy tingle.

Over the following days, April was conflicted about her new feelings towards her dad. They had always been open, and honest about everything with each other. “Should I confide in him about what I’ve seen, or maybe walk into the room while he’s pleasuring himself, or should I just let it be?” she asked herself.

Since April felt she’d invaded her father’s privacy, she wanted to somehow make up for that – to make it even in some manner. The only thing that came to mind was to allow him to ‘invade’ her privacy as well. So, she started leaving her bedroom door ajar, thinking if he caught sight of her pleasuring herself, she wouldn’t feel so bad.

She’d had sex toys for a few years, and had been using them to pleasure herself whenever the urge was there, usually before bed, but sometimes first thing in the morning. Her father knew she had a dildo, of course, because she showed it to him the day she bought it. He didn’t say anything to dissuade her from using it. “Don’t be surprised if it hurts, the first time you try using it,” he advised. “There may even be a little bleeding.” This led to a discussion of what a ‘hymen’ is. Later, April found her dad was right on both counts. But after that first time, there was no more bleeding, and nothing but pleasure, and when she had subsequent times of menstruation she could now opt for tampons.

The idea of getting ‘caught in the act’ by her father actually turned her on quite a bit, fueling a new lust in her. She allowed herself to be even more vocal, hoping he’d hear her moans and come to investigate. If he did, she wasn’t aware of it, because she was always facing away from her door. She even started leaving her sex toys out on her night stand during the day, knowing that her dad usually inspected her room a few times a week, checking that her bed was made, and her clothes were picked up. He’d also drop off any mail that had come for her.

A few days later, Mike left her mail in her room, but, to her frustration, no comment was made about sex or sex toys during dinner. That night, she peeked into his den, counting 5 empty beers on the floor and knew her dad must be fairly buzzed. He was stroking more enthusiastically, his hips slowly flexing and rocking. This time, she rubbed her pussy and waited until he came, because she had to see how he looked when that happened. The sounds of his moans as his orgasm gripped his body thrilled her. The hand she was rubbing her pussy with was soaked. She was so aroused that she feared she’d moaned aloud! She wasn’t sure, so she scurried to her room, leaving the door ajar again.

April got into her favorite position, lying down on her bed, ass up with knees spread. She started fucking her pussy with a dildo, still aroused by what she’d just seen. Just as she was really getting close to orgasm, she thought she heard footsteps approaching so she turned her head away from her door. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Her pussy seemed to be on fire, stoked with the thoughts of him watching. Holding the dildo between her legs, she started bucking up and down on it, fucking it until she gushed cum. This orgasm was one of the strongest ones she’d ever had! She could feel her warm juices running down her thighs. She dropped the dildo and used her hand to rub her soaked pussy and swollen clit, gently letting the orgasm ebb. Once her breathing returned to near normal, she stretched out, and fell deeply asleep.

The next morning, at breakfast, her father said nothing about seeing her masturbate. They chatted about normal, mundane things, and then he left for work. April spent the day furiously cleaning the house, trying to dissipate her pent-up frustration and considering her next move. After the house was cleaned, she dove naked into their pool and thrashed her way back and forth through its cool water.

Next, she decided the flower bed needed to be watered and attached the spray nozzle onto the hose. Crouching, she soaked their roots well. On an impulse, she turned the nozzle head to direct the spray across her clit and along her labia. The force of the spray made her pussy lips flutter, and that sensation, plus the cool jet of water pounding on her clit sent her into such a shuddering orgasm that she had to grab onto a nearby chair to keep from collapsing.

As she turned off the spray to catch her breath, she made her decision. She whispered, “If Dad follows his pattern of masturbating after dinner, I’ll… I’ll… confront him.” Those were the words that left her lips, all right. But why did the words ‘join him’ reverberate in her mind?

Her father arrived home at the normal time, stripping his clothes off the moment the front door closed behind him, and took a quick shower. April and he sat at the dinner table, chatting as they ate her father’s favorite dish, which April had prepared.

So, how was your day, favorite daughter of mine?” he asked. “What did you do all day, besides cooking this delicious meal?”

Oh, you know, Dad. This and that. Cleaned the house, took a swim, watered the drooping flowers. Things like that,” she replied, nonchalantly.

I noticed the clean house the moment I walked in,” he stated. “You know I appreciate all that you do here, don’t you?” Since her mouth was full, April smiled and nodded. He continued, “You know that I love you, don’t you? I’m not sure I say that often enough.”

April’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she swallowed her mouthful, so she could reply, “I know you love me, Dad. And I know how hard you work to make our lives happy. I love you, too. You’re the best father a girl could ask for.”

Now it was Mike’s turn to grin and blush a tiny bit, hearing such admiration. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Just for that, I’ll do the dishes tonight.” He cleared the table, and April went to her room to play a video game on her computer, to pass the time.

Later that evening, the house was quiet, so April assumed her father had gone into his den again. Walking quietly to its door, she found it was open about 4 inches. A quick peek confirmed that he was again watching porn, drinking beer, and probably playing with his dick, eyes glued to the screen. April gathered her courage, and walked boldly into the room without knocking – after all, the door was open.

As she moved further into the room, she got her first look at his fully erect cock. Her eyes might have bulged a little because it was obviously about 8 inches long! Her breath stalled as she stared. Since she’d entered quietly, padding on her bare feet, her father didn’t notice her until she recovered her breath and took 2 more steps forward.

He looked startled, and quickly set down his beer to use both hands to screen his erection from her sight. “What?” he sputtered, flushing a deep red. “What do you want, April?”

April wet her suddenly dry lips before trying to answer. She decided that the direct approach might be best. “Dad, we’ve always been open and honest with each other. I want to confess that I’ve been aware that you’ve been masturbating to porn lately, and I need to tell you how turned on that makes me!”

He looked confused, clearly not expecting such a statement, and trying hard to process it. “It does what to you?”

It turns me on, Dad! Look!” Her hands went to her pussy, parting her downy fleece and exposing her pink intimate region. “Look how wet it makes me!” she demanded, inserting two fingers into her cunt, and pulling them back out, gleaming with her juices.

OMG!” her father groaned, unconsciously wrapping both of his hands around his swollen dick as he stared.

Masturbating is good and healthy, isn’t it Dad?” April asked.

Mike couldn’t trust himself to answer for a moment. He actually thought it was. It answered a biological need, after all. And he never wanted to instill any feeling of shame in his daughter about any part of her body, especially her sex. So, swallowing hard, he choked out, “Yes. Yes, it’s healthy.”

Then there’s no reason we need to hide it, or do it in secret, is there?” April asked, rather rhetorically. She grabbed a chair and placed it where he’d be able to see her clearly. Sitting down in the chair, she leaned back and spread her thighs wide open. She held her labia open with one hand, and re-inserted the two fingers into her pussy, beginning to move them in and out.

This is what I look like when I masturbate, Dad. Do I look beautiful when I do this?” she asked, quite seriously.

Mike cleared his throat, making sure his voice would carry conviction. “April, I can honestly say that you look absolutely beautiful doing that.” Looking openly at her face, breasts, belly, pussy and legs, he commented, “You’ve grown into a glorious, impressive young woman, Daughter.”

Delighted by his statements, April said, “Well please don’t let me masturbate all alone, Dad. Keep doing what you were doing. I think you look beautiful too. I always have.”

Mike blushed an even deeper red. Tentatively, he began stroking his cock again, watching for any sign of disgust or disapproval on April’s face. What he saw there instead was a focused curiosity, blending with a rising lust as her fingers squished in and out of her wet, drooling pussy. He noted that her other hand was busy fondling her breasts, and dipping down to tease her clit. He let his own free hand begin to cup and massage his ball sack in the way that excited him the most.

April watched her dad jacking off before her eyes. He looked magnificent! She never knew a cock could look that… that… yummy! Since, during the prior times she’d watched him, she never saw his cock, just his arm and body movements, seeing it now as his hand caressed it was a treat! And, she realized, if he kept this up, she’d get to see his semen shoot out of it! The mere thought that this might happen was enough to send her over the edge. She cried out, and began cumming.

Mike heard his daughter make those fascinating, arousing sounds, and could tell from her body’s movements that she was having an orgasm. His own daughter, cumming right before his eyes, with not a trace of shame. The sight was so mesmerizing that his hands stopped moving as he watched.

April felt so liberated now, knowing that her father had just witnessed her climax. She saw no evidence of reprimand or criticism, only love and acceptance. She also noticed that he was completely ignoring the porn, having eyes only for her. Glowing with love and joy, she whispered, “That’s what I look like when I cum, Dad. Now I want to see you cum, too. Please cum for me. Your cock looks so fantastic when it’s stiff and throbbing like that!” She kept moving her fingers inside herself as she spoke.

Even though Mike was slightly shocked to hear his daughter talk like that, he was pleased, too. His hands began moving again. He was already close, immensely aroused as any male would be after seeing a gorgeous woman fingering herself to orgasm. Not hiding his cock and balls from her gaze, he pumped and pumped his stiffened rod while his other hand rubbed and stretched his scrotum. His purplish glans puffed up prodigiously, and seemed to start to vibrate. Suddenly a thick white stream of semen jetted up and out in an arc that splatted on his chest and belly. April’s eyes looked large and luminous as she watched several spurts follow the first, until finally only a tiny dribble emerged from the opening in his glans, to drizzle across the hand that held his cock.

Seeing her father ejaculate like that, April experienced another orgasm, her rippling cunt muscles collapsing on her fingers so tightly this time that her cum was forced out of her pussy to splat on her wrist. Sighing, she sank back in relaxation, pulling her fingers out and licking them clean without thinking about it. She watched her father take some tissues and scrape the semen off his body. She could smell a pungent aroma, and assumed it was coming from his semen. “If is smells like that, I wonder what it’d taste like?” she mused, but she was not ready to ask, or find out.

When she’d rested enough, April got up, stretching her lithe body and padded over to her dad. “Thanks, Dad,” she said, smiling. “I bet we both sleep really well tonight.” She kissed him good night and went to bed.

At breakfast the next morning, things seemed so normal between them that she began to wonder if she’d dreamed the whole encounter. Her dad left for work as usual, returned home as usual, had dinner as usual. But later in the evening, as she was curled up in a chair, reading a book, he approached.

Ummm,” he hemmed. “I was going to go into my den and…” His voice trailed off. He tried again. “Well, I was thinking that maybe…” Again, a pause, as April was finally catching on, so she smiled brightly. He finally blurted out, “Would you like to join me in there, like last night?”

Would I?” April’s voice tinkled with happiness. “Let’s go!” She romped into his den and planted herself on the chair again. Their mutual masturbation session was even better this time, perhaps for two reasons. There was no beer involved. And no porn. Father and daughter just enjoyed the sights of each other in ecstasy.

Several evenings passed like this, as they got even more comfortable sharing their sexuality with each other. But gradually, April’s curiosity manifested itself. One evening she got out of her chair and walked close to her father, asking, “Dad, can I see what that feels like?” She was pointing at his very turgid cock.

After a brief mental tug of war, which proceeded something like, “She’s my daughter – but she’s grown up – but she’s my little girl – but she’s not so little is she? – and she’s asking – and it’s been so long since anyone has touched me like that.” Mike swallowed his fears and said, “OK, I guess,” and removed his hands from his cock.

April ran her soft hand along its length, a look of wonder on her face. She stroked his hot, smooth skin with her hands several times before finally grasping him. “Oh! I never guessed it would feel like this!” she exclaimed. “It’s so warm, and firm, and I can feel it pulsing.” She examined the veins that stood out on its surface, tracing them with her fingertip.

Mike was going nuts. Everywhere she touched, it felt like electric shocks of pleasure raced into his depths. His testicles were shifting up and down in his ball sack, reacting to these sensations.

April noticed. Her hand scooped up his ball sack, cradling its contents. “These feel so alive, Dad,” she commented. She ran a careful thumb back and forth over the oval contents inside his scrotum, hearing her father’s sharp intake of breath. “I wonder if I can make him cum?” she thought. She started pumping his shaft with one hand, still playing with his balls with her other hand.

Mike jerked in his seat. The feeling of her hands on him was exquisite. It felt so good to be touched by someone else. He’d forgotten how good. His lovely daughter, now a woman in her own right, was pumping his dick! And from the determined look she now had on her face, she was trying to make him cum! His arousal was peaking fast, very fast, and he didn’t want to hold back. He couldn’t hold back. He groaned a warning, his hips starting to tilt back and forth rapidly.

April knew that sound. She knew he was about to explode. Elated, she tilted his cock so she had a good view of his glans as he started to strain. He ejaculated! A lot! His spunk flew out of the slit in his cock head, and splatted right on her tits! Giggling, she pointed his cock back toward his belly, and the remaining spurts painted white splotches on his abdomen. His semen on her tits was threatening to drip, so she instinctively rubbed at the fluid, smearing it all over her breasts. The pungent scent filled the air around her, and she inhaled it cautiously, quickly becoming accustomed to it. It dawned on her that she was now wearing her dad’s scent, and, blushing prettily, realized she liked it.

Mike, meanwhile, was getting his breath back under control, reaching for tissues, and wiping his belly clean. Looking at April, he knew he had to ask. “Can I… would it be all right with you if… I mean… you know how my cock feels so…”

April beamed a smile at him. “You want to see how I feel, down here, Dad?” she asked, pointing at her pussy.

He swallowed hard, and nodded.

In answer, she drew her chair really close to his, sat in it, and wrapped her arms around her knees, drawing her feet up onto the edge of its seat. Holding her knees wide apart, she unabashedly exposed her sex to him. “I’d love to feel your fingers inside me,” she whispered, her voice taking on a breathy, sexy tone.

Mike’s hands shook as he reached out and ran his fingers through her dampened golden fleece. Playing with him had apparently aroused her, because her furrow was oozing fragrant pussy juices. As he carefully parted her labia, to observe the wet, pink, wonder between them, April moaned with delight. Her vaginal opening was in motion, widening and narrowing delicately, almost as if winking. His fingertip traced the edges of that opening, feeling its velvety texture, and feeling her heat. Unable to wait any longer, he slipped a finger into her pussy, and began rubbing slowly.

April gently bit her lip as she felt him enter. “Two, please,” she moaned.

Mike added a second finger, and felt her pussy practically suck at them as he moved them in and out. Virtually hypnotized, he watched his fingers appearing and disappearing into his daughter’s wetness, lost in the moment. He sensed that her arms were pulling harder on her knees, almost as if she was trying to press her hips even more forward, offering him better access. He could tell she was trying to reach her own orgasm, but needed something more. “I’d like to help you cum,” he whispered, still fingering her. “What can I do?”

April heard her dad’s desire to make her climax. Her heart fluttered and then began pounding furiously. Moaning, she arched her back and choked out, “Wet a finger and softly stroke me here,” she instructed, pointing at her pee hole. “Then stroke my clit, right here,” she added, pointing without touching herself. She wanted to cum from his touch only, not hers.

Mike sucked a finger on his free hand to get it very wet. Experiencing a feeling of wild naughtiness, he caressed her pee hole, listening to the sounds of pleasure this evoked. Switching his attention to her clit, he whispered that damp finger up and down its sides, and teased its very tip with the lightest touch possible. With his rising excitement, he was subconsciously finger fucking her cunt even harder as these other areas of her sex were receiving such gentle touches and strokes.

April’s toes curled, digging into the edge of the seat cushion as she threw her head back and screamed. She was cumming! Mike was thrilled, seeing her release like this, and knowing he’d caused it. He continued his caresses until April gasped, slumped, and reached down to stop his hand movements. “Thanks, Dad,” she sighed. “That was amazing!”

A new pattern was established, as they gave each other hand jobs each evening. The main difference was that Mike was using less tissues, because April found she liked spritzing her body with his cum and rubbing it into her skin.

Of course, April got curious again. She was kneeling next to his chair when she asked, “Dad, what’s this clear liquid seeping out of your cock?”

Mike had been sitting with his eyes closed, enjoying her hands. He opened them and looked. “That’s precum you’re seeing. It sort of cleans the tubes before I ejaculate, I think,” he answered.

Is it OK if I see what it tastes like?” she inquired.

Thinking she’d gather some on her finger, he replied, “Sure. Go ahead.”

Instead, April leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth! This was the first time she’d used her mouth on him, and Mike was about to protest. He really was about to. Honest. But her mouth. OMG! Her mouth felt so good! She was sucking at his precum, tasting, swallowing. His protest transformed itself into a long, heartfelt moan of need and desire.

April found that precum was rather tasty, so she kept sucking. She heard her dad’s moan, and her hands went into motion, pumping his cock and fondling his balls. She wasn’t thinking about what might happen – she just loved hearing him voicing his pleasure. She swiped her tongue all over his glans, still trapped in the warm wetness of her mouth. When her tongue tip touched a certain spot where the underside edge of the glans met the cock’s shaft, her dad gasped in pleasure and jerked under her hands. So she fluttered her tongue tip over that spot.

April, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Mike frantically warned her. He wanted to push her head away from his cock, but her hands had a firm grasp of his cock shaft and scrotum, and her mouth was still covering the head of his cock and sucking hard. He tried to hold back his orgasm, but her hands and mouth were insistent.

He came.

He felt his cock erupt, spewing his semen into the vacuum of April’s mouth. Rather than yanking her mouth away, she consumed every bit of what he gave her. She pumped and swallowed, pumped and swallowed, until he sighed, his bunched up muscles relaxed, and she couldn’t get another drop out of his cock.

As she pulled her mouth away, her eyes were gleaming with satisfaction. She now knew what his precum tasted like, and also how his semen tasted. And she liked both. If she had anything to say about it, her dad was going to get a lot more blow jobs from her. Her pussy was tingling. Since her dad seemed so reticent to suggest new things, she got an impish notion. When he was fairly well recovered, she climbed onto her chair. Once again she wrapped her arms around her knees, drawing her feet up onto the edge of its seat. Her sopping pussy fully exposed, she said, “Dad, I know how you taste now, and you’re delicious! Do you want to see how I taste?”

Mike eyed that lovely cunt that he’d fingered so often, and slipped to his knees. Almost reverently, he lowered his mouth close to her labia, and licked. His tongue glided through her golden pubic hair and found her furrow. This time, he used his tongue to open her, rather than his fingers. He tongued the entire length of her furrow from ass crack to clit. His tongue dipped into her vaginal tunnel, and her fluids welled up, demanding to be drunk. He drank. While his daughter moaned and squirmed on the chair, he ate her cunt. His hands cupped her ass cheeks to hold her hips steady as his tongue sampled her various textures and juices.

April could feel her orgasm gathering, like storm clouds building. Little electric flashes coursed through her, flashing upwards from her pussy. Her arms were pulling hard on her knees as orgasmic pressure increased deep inside her. She gasped out, “Pee hole. Clit. Pee hole. Clit. Please. Please. Please!”

Mike obliged. His tongue tip pressed and tapped at her pee hole, making her groan with pent up energies. His lips closed on her swollen, pulsating clit, and sucked gently. That did it!

April screamed, “I’m cumming!”

Mike managed to get his mouth back over her vaginal opening and was sucking and swallowing his daughter’s cum as fast as her cunt expelled it. If she thought his cum was delicious, he thought her pussy juices and cum were pure ambrosia! He drank everything she gave him, and then licked her entire sex to make sure he’d cleaned up everything. They moved to a sofa and cuddled in post orgasmic bliss.

Needless to say, April and her dad engaged in quite a few more oral sex sessions after that. Mike smiled a lot more, and people noticed that he looked and acted more youthful, walking around with a happy spring in his steps. When he was home and naked, his cock was more often semi-erect than it was limp. April wanted his cock cream more and more. Too impatient to wait for the evening, she even gave him a blow job as he sat at the dinner table.

After a few weeks of this, April wanted even more. Her pussy ached to be filled by something other than her dildo or fingers. Ever straightforward, one evening she said, “Dad, I want us to have sex together.”

Mike got the idea about what she was proposing, but stalled, rebutting, “We’ve been having sex together. Lots of it. Practically every night. And what we’re doing feels wonderful to me.”

Yes, Dad. It’s great all right. But we only do hand jobs and blow jobs. I want to feel your cock in me!” she stated, flatly.

No. We can’t do that,” he argued. “It’s taboo – forbidden.”

Dad, in many cultures, the parents teach their children about sex by having sex with them,” she informed him.

I don’t believe that for a minute. Intercourse between parent and child is absolutely and universally condemned,” he asserted.

That’s when April brought out the books on Anthropology she’d been reading, and showed her father several examples of cultures doing what she described. “The only reason that cultures such as ours forbid it is because inbreeding can bring out recessive lethal genes in offspring, Dad. But I’m on the pill, and you’re not going to make me pregnant, since this type of pill prevents me from even ovulating. So in our case, it’s really a man and a woman making love. That’s all. And I want you to be the first man to truly enter me. You told me I should never have sex with anyone I don’t love. But I love you, and I want you.”

April was adamant, and she finally beat down all his objections. She knew she was winning because as they argued, his cock was stiffening with arousal as he began to imagine coupling with her. Ultimately, they were next to his bed, and, feeling awkward, he was asking her, “How should we do this?”

April smiled and plopped onto her back, opening her thighs and reaching down to part her labia expectantly. “I’d like to start with ‘missionary position’ so I can watch your cock as it goes inside.” She almost giggled because when she said the words ‘goes inside’ his cock bobbed up and down rapidly, almost as if it had a mind of its own, and was jumping for joy.

Mike knelt between her legs and leaned forward onto one of his arms. He grasped his cock with his free hand, and maneuvered it against her wet, glistening vulva. His glans reported contact with a smooth, warm, damp surface, then an opening. They were both staring down April’s torso, looking at his dick, poised at her vaginal opening. “Are you sure?” Mike whispered.

Yes. Please. Please don’t make me wait any longer, Dad,” she whispered back, not wanting to break the spell.

He pressed his way into her tight,warm tunnel. She felt herself being opened, a feeling somewhat like a dildo sliding in, but infinitely better! The cock was warm, not cold, and pliable, even though it was stiffly engorged. It was the most heavenly thing she’d ever felt in her cunt. She made inarticulate sounds of pleasure and brought her arms up around his neck, as she felt his pelvis touch her labia. He was all the way in!

By tacit consent, they stopped moving, savoring this feeling of intimate connection. Mike carefully lowered himself so that their skins made maximum contact. April felt his warmth all along the front of her body. Mike lifted his head enough that he could look into his daughter’s eyes, checking that she still wanted this.

She understood his unspoken question. Smiling tenderly up at him, she nodded, and said, “I’m ready. Please fuck me.”

Mike’s heart went into overdrive when he heard that request. He had to move! He did a partial push-up, and began rocking his hips. April looked down past her breasts along the narrow space between their bodies to confirm with her eyes what her pussy was reporting. Her father’s dick was dipping in and re-emerging at her cunt entrance. Her heart was thumping as fast as his was.

That missionary position was OK to start with, but April modified it by widening the space between her thighs and raising them while bending her knees. This permitted her to clamp her thighs against her father’s waist, which lifted her ass slightly up off the bed. The new pose allowed him to fuck her harder and deeper, to their mutual benefit.

Mike had seen his daughter in orgasm many times, and he desperately wanted to see her do it now, while they were fucking. So he focused on pleasuring her, taking the edge off for himself. He kept up a steady rhythm, just making tiny adjustments to the angle of his cock as it slid in and out. He listened to her sounds of excitement. He watched her mouth forming smiles of enjoyment and ‘O’ shapes of surprised pleasure. He noted when her body shivered and her thighs tightened. With this new position, he could lower his torso enough that April’s engorged, sensitive nipples rubbed against his chest. She groaned loudly, tightening her arms around his neck, and started trying to buck her hips up against him, as if urging him to greater speed.

He fucked her faster.

Then he felt the miracle of an impassioned woman losing control and letting her body fully experience orgasm! April cried a joyful cry, and her lubricated cunt began anointing his ball sack as she came. Her head was back, her spine was arched up, her tits were mashed against his chest as her vaginal muscles rippled in a rapid cycle. She looked glorious in orgasm beneath him! He kept fucking her as she road wave after wave of excitation and release.

Suddenly, her eyes locked with his, and she purred, “Your turn. I want your cum. Come on, give it to me.”

It felt like a switch was thrown, a circuit breaker kicking in. This gorgeous woman, clinging to him, was begging for – no – demanding his cum! He felt a contraction that seemed to begin at his balls and race the length of his seminal tube. He unloaded a copious amount of semen in hefty spurt after spurt, as he voiced a primal cry of triumph!

April felt his cock doing something different, sort of jerking and twitching inside her, and then she felt a sensation for the first time. The sensation of being flooded by her lover. A flood of semen, bathing her cervix. The delicious sensation of that warmth spreading slowly into her womb. Her emotions skyrocketed, and she hold her father in a close embrace as his ejaculation triggered a second orgasm for her. They held each other and rocked their bodies, locked together in passion.

That was their first time.

In subsequent days, April, being a gymnast, braced her ass up while on her back and did the splits while her father stooped over her and fucked her until they both came. She also tried getting on top and riding him so she could set the rhythm. She came easily like that, but they had to flip over to let him achieve his release into her. She didn’t mind that one bit.

She found ‘doggy style’ to be extremely pleasurable. She liked him grabbing her hips and holding her ass up as he pummeled her cunt. It felt satisfying to press her face and tits down on the bed as he did this. Something about the angle made her cum like a firecracker exploding.

During one such doggy style session, April discovered her absolute favorite position. Mike’s thrusts were so intense that her torso was shoved forward along the bed until April was face down, her body stretched out flat on the bed. Mike had come forward with her, keeping his dick firmly planted in her cunt. He ended up with his body stretched out atop her, with his thighs and legs outside hers. With tiny hip movements he began grinding against her ass cheeks, massaging them with his pelvis. His cock wasn’t going in and out very much, but it was rubbing a ‘special spot’ deep inside her cunt. April began shuddering. He kept rubbing. Soon she was howling and his movements made her shiver and cum, over and over. He kept it up until she begged him to stop. Since he hadn’t cum, she gave him a fantastically sweet blow job in thanks.

After the summer, April went off to college. Sexually knowledgeable, she carefully experimented with her classmates, ultimately finding a guy that was as mature and wonderful as her dad, and married him once they graduated.

Mike, with his confidence as a lover renewed, started dating again, and found a beautiful girlfriend that moved in with him, sharing his life and his love.

Neither April nor Mike had any regrets about that summer when they’d shared and explored each other’s sexuality.

Teasing Daddy

It started when she was 14.

I thought the first time was an accident.

I suppose I wasn’t supposed to know my daughter Lucy was on the pill. Nor that she was sexually active with boys. Her mother handled all the discussions about menses, safe sex, and all that. I knew she was precocious – her body filled out earlier than most girls, with her breasts and hips signaling young womanhood. No wonder the boys flocked around.

If I offered my opinion that perhaps Lucy’s skirt was too short, or maybe that the belly shirt she had on was too revealing and provocative, she’d say, “Oh Daddy!” in an exasperated tone.

My wife would back her up, telling me, “It’s what kids wear nowadays. Don’t be such an old-fashioned fuddy-duddy,” and that would be the end of the discussion. It was two against one, and maybe my ideas of female fashion were sadly out of date, so I dropped it.

When Lucy was a baby, I’d helped my wife change her diapers, bathe her, and so on. That stopped, of course, when she was a little girl, and modesty set in. She was still quite affectionate with me, giving me hugs and goodnight kisses. But she was becoming independent, as is natural. She was also developing a slightly wild streak, but that too seemed normal for a teenager.

One evening, I was walking down the hallway that led to our bedrooms, and passed Lucy’s room. Her door was open, and I got a glimpse of her pulling a T-shirt on. At that split instant, her arms were up and the material was covering her head, so unless she heard me walking by, she was unaware I was passing. With her arms up like that, her back was slightly arched and her breasts were being shoved firmly forward against the bra that covered them. I hastily averted my eyes, embarrassed to have seen Lucy partially undressed.

But as I walked onward, the vision of her tits encased in that frilly pink bra floated on my mental retina. I was actually amazed at how developed my little girl had become. I work from home, and can set my own hours, so taking care of Lucy in the afternoon to early evenings fell on my shoulders. Sometimes I’d be taking a nap, and Lucy would come and snuggle with me, claiming, “I’m too cold, Daddy.” And she’d press her body against mine for warmth. She always smelled so good when she held me close. Maybe it was her shampoo, maybe it was her skin lotion, or maybe it was just her natural scent, but it always thrilled me.

Perhaps a month or two later, I was walking in that same hallway, and again Lucy’s door was open. As I passed, she was bent over away from me, rummaging around in the bottom drawer of her dresser for something. I couldn’t tell what she may or may not have been wearing up top, but the glance I had took in the entire lower half of her body. Barefooted, her heels were slightly raised, with her contracted calf muscles making her legs quite shapely. Her long, graceful legs and thighs rose up to her hips. Her butt was partially covered by a brief pair of pale blue panties, and those panties were being pulled into her ass crack and groin by her bent-over posture.

Again I hastily moved onward, feeling a bit like a voyeuristic pervert. Seeing my own daughter that way! And having a difficult time erasing the image from my brain!

These ‘accidental’ viewings continued for years, occurring at random intervals, but with increasing frequency, or so it seemed to me. My blonde, blue-eyed daughter had become a real ‘looker’ and not just in my opinion. My wife pointed it out from time to time, too, proud that our daughter was so popular and smart. Lucy didn’t rely on looks alone to get by in the world – she applied herself to her school work, and usually brought home ‘A’s on her report cards. She was also active in sports, which gave her body a defined feminine musculature.

I saw a little of that musculature one day when Lucy was coming out of the bathroom after a shower. We were approaching one another in the hallway, and the towel she had wrapped around her was low enough to just barely cover her sex, which gave me a look at her legs and thighs in motion. Lucy didn’t seem shocked that I was walking towards her – she was smiling and strolling very calmly, holding the upper part of the towel against her chest.

However, one of the throw rugs in the hall had a bunched up edge, and Lucy stumbled over it, and threw out her hands for balance. I took a quick half step forward and caught her hands to steady her, successfully. But she’d let go of the top of the towel and her 36C breasts tumbled into view. Only for a moment, because when she had her balance again, Lucy grabbed the towel and pulled it back up into place, saying, “Thanks Dad. I might’ve hurt myself if you hadn’t been here.”

I’m glad you’re OK, Lucy,” I responded. “I’d better smooth out that rug.” As I did so, Lucy disappeared into her room, shutting the door. And I was left with a rug in my hands as a vision of firm, bobbing tits with dark pink/red areolae and pert nipples danced in my mind.

These ‘accidental’ exposures continued over four long years, increasing in frequency, as I said. More and more, Lucy left her bedroom door open when she was in there. Often she’d be standing, wearing only panties, as she’d be brushing her hair, putting on makeup, or laying out clothes as she decided what to wear. On the weekends, if the days were really hot, she’d spend most of the day wearing just panties, even if she was heading to the kitchen to raid the refrigerator. I tried not to stare.

Sometimes after showering, she’d walk between the bathroom and her room in only panties, perhaps with a towel wrapped only around her wet hair. Her blonde bush of pubic hair might also be wet, and the fronts of those thin panties would be translucent with moisture. I wondered if our little sexpot loved teasing the boys her age as much as she seemed to love teasing me.

She appeared to be at an age where she was confident of how lovely her body looked, and didn’t seem to care if people – even her parents – saw it. I began to wonder if we were raising a nudist. I didn’t offer any complaints about her showing off, because – I’ll admit it – I’m a man. A man that loves seeing naked or partially naked women, even if one of them is my own daughter.

In fact, with an increasing frequency, when I masturbated… yes, I masturbated… if you survey men, you’ll learn that about 80% of them admit to masturbating, and the other 20% are liars. So, when I masturbated, images of Lucy in various stages of undress filled my mind. Sometimes I’d even be thinking about how her body felt and smelled when we snuggled in bed together, which, surprisingly, she still did, even now that she was over 18.

That fateful day, I was in my bedroom, with the door closed, naked on my bed giving in to the strong urge to jack off. I had a box of tissues close at hand, and put some lubricant on my cock. Thinking of how Lucy looked, and smelled, and felt, I was using one hand to pump my dick, while my other hand massaged my balls. I felt my orgasm building, and building, and it was going to be a strong one. Just before it hit, I closed my eyes and pictured Lucy standing facing me, wearing only thin blue panties, with wisps of blonde pubic hair escaping from them. In my mind’s eye, both her hands were up as she brushed her hair. Her breasts were jiggling softly as her arms moved, her nipples so erect that her areolae were crinkled, as if she was aroused.

As my cock began to spurt, I quietly moaned, “Lucy…” I felt my hot semen splatting on my belly as it arced out of my dick Even though I’m over 40, I still make a good load, since my wife and I have sex on a fairly regular basis. I rested a few moments, enjoying my climax, and then opened my eyes. Shocked to my core, I saw Lucy peeking around the edge of my bedroom door!

What… what do you want Lucy?” I asked, feeling my cheeks flaming with embarrassment, and trying to hide my cock with my hands.

I came to ask you a question, Daddy,” she answered, smiling.

How long have you been there?” I choked out, my throat tight and dry now.

She giggled. “Long enough to see you pounding your pud, shooting your jizz, and hearing you say my name,” she replied. “Were you thinking about me as you were jacking off, Daddy?”

I was caught red handed and red faced, so I could hardly deny it. “Y… y… yes,” I stammered. “I’m sorry. Please don’t tell your Mom.”

Lucy opened the door fully and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She looked at me with a strange expression. I was watching for anger or disgust, but it didn’t look like either of those.

So,” she began, with an unusual tone in her voice, “you like looking at these?” She raised her T-shirt up, and her breasts sprang into view, since she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I almost swallowed my tongue, staring. Since I couldn’t articulate anything, I nodded. There were her fantastic tits, boldly on display. She even shimmied her shoulders a bit, making them wobble enticingly. I managed to blurt out, “I like that.”

Lucy locked eyes with me, and asked, “What else do you like looking at, Daddy?”

I gulped, mortified as I felt my semen oozing down my stomach into my pubic hair. I felt I had to answer her or she might tattle to her mother, so I choked out, “Your… your ass.”

Hearing that, Lucy turned her back to me, looking at me over her shoulder. Her hands did something to the front of her shorts, and then pushed them slowly downward. Her butt was revealed, partially concealed by a pink, satiny pair of panties. Watching my face, Lucy asked, “You mean this?” and flexed and relaxed her ass muscles several times, making her ass cheeks jiggle pertly.

I couldn’t help myself. I moaned. I felt my cock starting to stiffen under my hands. Even though my heart was hammering madly in my chest, I could barely breathe. My little sexpot was teasing me shamelessly.

Lucy grinned at me, probably reveling in the control she sensed she had over me. She dropped her shorts, and stepped out of them. “But Daddy,” she said, turning to face me and coloring her voice with a tone of innocence, “you haven’t said you liked looking at something very important, you know.”

What… what do you mean?” I gasped, trying to sink out of sight into my bed covers.

My pussy, of course,” she laughed. With that, she pushed her panties down and off, and straightened back up, brazenly showing me her pubic region. Fluffing out her blond thatch of pubic hair, she continued, “Don’t you like looking at this, too, Daddy?” She ran her fingertips in lazy circles on her labia as she spoke, and even dipped one fingertip out of sight into her furrow between them.

I groaned and whimpered, sweat beading on my forehead.

Would you like a closer look, Daddy? A really close look?” she questioned, playfully.

I absolutely, positively did. I wanted it badly. “But she’s my daughter,” I berated myself. Gathering some shreds of dignity, I pursed my lips and shook my head ‘no’ slowly. But my staring eyes betrayed me.

Oh, I think I see,” Lucy chortled. “You want it, but you think you should say no, because in your mind it’s somehow wrong. I have an idea. Be right back.” She scampered away, obviously to her room.

I didn’t move, dazzled by the flashing sight of my naked daughter’s ass and legs as she had turned to leave my bedroom. My daze was reinforced when she returned, because now my attention was focused on her pussy and tits as she moved toward me. My mind barely registered the presence of the handcuffs she was carrying in one hand.

Moving to the top of my bed, she demanded, “Give me your hands, Daddy.”

My hands were still attempting to conceal my current erection.

Lucy understood, and whispered, “I’ve already seen your dick, you know. There’s no sense pretending I didn’t, and trying to hide it anymore.” She grabbed one of my wrists and pulled it up toward the metal bars that formed the bed’s head board.

Grudgingly, I permitted her to do so, wondering what she had in mind. I felt the metal encircle my wrist as I heard the cuff ratchet shut. I probably shouldn’t have allowed her to do this, but given my mental state at the time, I felt I had no choice. I didn’t even ask why she had handcuffs, or where she’d gotten them. She pulled my second wrist up above my head, and secured it with the other cuff. I was stretched out now, cuffed to the bed’s head board.

See? Now you’re helpless, so you can’t be blamed for anything that might happen,” Lucy explained, using impeccable logic, if you overlooked wondering how I came to be handcuffed in the first place. But I was not about to complain. In the back of my mind I was calculating that if I let Lucy play this game of teasing me, she’d be less likely to tattle on me. Also, in the front of my mind, I was mentally jumping for joy, because Lucy had promised me a good look at her very mature pussy.

She was as good as her word, smiling fondly at me, she planted her feet just outside either of my armpits, straddling my torso. Holding onto the head board with one hand, Lucy squatted, thighs wide open, and parted her labia with her other hand, completely exposing her sex to my view.

In a mighty attempt to forget it was my daughter’s cunt on display, I absorbed the sight before my eyes. Her clit was partially hooded, with a cute little pink head peeking out of its folds. Below that, her pee hole was encircled by a delicate raised ridge of tissue. But my eyes were drawn to the large opening below both of those – the entrance to her vagina! It was a deeper shade of red, glistening with wetness. I don’t know if Lucy was doing something intentionally or not, but its opening alternately dilated and constricted, offering glimpses down into her intimate depths.

Look real close, Daddy,” Lucy murmured. “I want you to.”

She lowered herself even closer to my face. Her cunt filled my field of vision. Her heavenly musky scent perfumed the air around me, and invaded my nostrils. I inhaled deeply in appreciation as I gazed. A drop of her pussy juice fell onto my upper lip, and without thinking, I licked that area clean with my tongue, and smiled.

Lucy had spotted me doing that, and cooed, “Oooo, Daddy. You want to see how I taste?”

Without giving me a chance to respond, my little minx lowered her pussy against my lips. I gasped as that warm, smooth, wet flesh touched my lips, which caused my mouth to open. Her juices entered and the wonderful sensation of the essence of Lucy blossomed on my taste buds! I instantly wanted more! My tongue speared up into her, and began scooping and flipping inside her cunt.

In seconds, Lucy was moaning and grinding her cunt against my face. She was deliberately rubbing and brushing her clit against my nose as I ate her pussy. I’d have grabbed her hips in an effort to drive my tongue even deeper up inside her, but my wrists were immobilized by the handcuffs.

I don’t know how long that session of cunnilingus lasted – my mind was reeling, focused only on consuming the delicious juices she was feeding me. But when Lucy shivered against my face, emitting delicate shrieks, I knew she was about to cum, so I prepared myself to be drenched. My daughter didn’t disappoint me.

With an inarticulate cry, she came.

Her cunt flooded my mouth, and I drank her cum like I’d just arrived, parched from a day spent in the desert without any water. I drank her greedily, and she shook and fed me until she sort of toppled sideways, pulling her cunt free from my lips, and momentarily slumped next to my head. Momentarily, because Lucy scooted down the bed, stretching herself out beside me. She snuggled against me as was her habit when cold, with two differences. First of all, we were both naked. Second, my arms were up above my head, still handcuffed to that bar in the head board.

Lucy didn’t seem to care, embracing me, and pressing herself against my side. Actually, there was a third difference, because my raging erection was waving like a flagpole sprouting from my groin. I was trying to will it to settle down and go soft, but that never works. It wasn’t long before Lucy took notice of my state of arousal.

Without a word, her hand slid down my body, and, for the first time in our lives, she took hold of the shaft of my cock. Lucy looped one of her legs over my thighs, effectively pinning me in place on the bed. Nuzzling my chest with her face and lips, her hand explored my manhood, touching and stroking the entirety of my cock and balls. My cock surged and strained to her touch. It felt heavenly, but I thought I’d better protest.

Lucy, I don’t really think it’s appropriate for you to be handling me like this,” I advised her, trying to sound authoritative.

No, Daddy? OK,” she acquiesced, suspiciously quickly. Removing her hand from my cock, she slid down the bed and atop my legs in a smooth movement. I didn’t want to speculate what portions of her anatomy were now pressed against my thighs, knees, and legs. Whatever parts they were, I was covered in warmth from my thighs downward.

And very soon thereafter, I felt warm air circulating near my groin. I raised my head to look, and saw Lucy’s face poised just above my stiff cock, her hot breath cascading over it. She was waiting for me to notice her location, I’m sure. Because as we made eye contact, she grinned and opened her mouth, forming her lips into the shape of an ‘O’ that was just slightly smaller than the girth of my cock. Her head lowered as I watched, mesmerized. My daughter was taking my cock into her mouth. I whimpered in a strangled voice, both wanting her not to do it and begging her to continue.

She engulfed the head and about half the shaft of my dick, sucking softly and swirling her tongue around. As she came up for air, smacking her lips, she stated, “Since you tasted me, it’s only fair that I get to taste you, too,” as if it was the most logical thing in the world. “I’ve wondered for years what you taste like, Daddy,” she added.

I hated to ask it, but I felt compelled to do so. “And what are you discovering, Lucy?”

That you taste better than all those boys I’ve sucked off, Daddy,” she answered, laughing merrily. She put my cock back into her mouth, and continued sucking at my precum. She had no hesitation at all, which indicated to me that she’d had a lot of practice doing this. Her enthusiasm bespoke an enjoyment of this activity as well. We’d raised a fantastic little cock-sucker. And I was reaping the benefits of her oral attentions.

It wasn’t long before I felt the telltale signs that preceded my ejaculations. I doubted that Lucy’d want me to explode in her mouth, so I warned her, “Honey, I’m getting close. You’d better stop.”

To my dismay, she immediately pulled her mouth away from my cock, hearing that. “I’m so glad you warned me, Daddy! Thank you!” she told me.

I was practically grinding my teeth in frustration though. Almost rebuking myself for pulling the plug on what might’ve been a remarkable orgasm.

As I was mentally beating myself up, I felt the pressures on my legs changing as Lucy seemed to be climbing off me. But then I felt her hand grasp my cock again, and her thighs touching my hips. I raised my head to look, and was treated to the sight of Lucy holding her cunt open over the head of my dick, as she aimed it dead center toward her vaginal opening. Before I could even react, she sank down, taking the entire length of my cock into the depths of her wet, slick pussy!

Lucy, you shouldn’t,” I whispered, but my voice lacked very much conviction.

Relax, Daddy! I’m on the pill, you know. I’d rather have your cum in my pussy than in my mouth – this time,” she said, giving the suggestion there might be other times. “There’s nothing you can do about this, so you’d better lie back and enjoy it,” she giggled. When she giggled, her tits moved erotically, and her giggles made her cunt squeeze my dick in an extra sensuous manner.

I groaned and made a half-hearted attempt to buck her off me, but that only succeeded in driving my dick more firmly up into her cunt, making her gasp with pleasure and brace herself with her hands on my chest.

Ooooo, Daddy,” she moaned. “Yes. Yes. Fuck me, please!” But without waiting, she began a rapid rising and falling movement of her pelvis that slapped her cunt against the base of my cock, over and over. Having me under her control must’ve been a powerful aphrodisiac for her, because after what felt like very few strokes, she bent over, plastering her luscious body along the front of mine and clung to me as her orgasm ripped through her. She went off like a string of firecrackers, gasping and moaning.

I was so fascinated, watching and feeling her, that it took the edge off my impending orgasm. I didn’t mind that very much, because it felt so good being joined together with her like this, after all those years of being teased.

When she calmed down somewhat, Lucy lifted her torso off me, placing her feet now next to my hips, and gripped the tops of my hip bones with her hands. In this deep squatting position, she could lift herself up and down in small movements, riding my cock. Looking down my torso, I watched my cock disappear into her each time she lowered herself, and her labia gripping my reappearing cock each time she rose up. It was a sight to behold! Both of us were making sounds now – grunts, groans, moans, and unintelligible syllables of pleasure.

We were so caught up in what we were doing, and making so much of a commotion, that we missed hearing the door to the house open. We missed hearing the footsteps in the hallway. We even missed hearing the door to the bedroom open as my wife walked into the room!

To say that the expression on my wife’s face was one of shock would be the understatement of the year. “OMG!” she yelled. Lucy looked over her shoulder and spotted her mother. My wife yelled, “Dammit!”

I was so horrified at being caught like this that I immediately lost my erection! My shriveled penis plopped out of Lucy’s cunt and practically buried itself in my matted pubic hair. I stammered nonsense, trying to think of what to say.

I was stupefied when Lucy said, “Dammit, Mom! You made him lose his erection.”

My wife sighed, saying in a resigned voice, “That’s OK. I saw he was inside you before he noticed me.” She was reaching into her purse. My stupefaction was blended with confusion when my wife counted out $50, and handed it to Lucy.

Lucy said, “Thanks, Mom,” in a calm, matter-of-fact voice. Turning to face me, she explained, “I had a bet with Mom that sooner or later I’d seduce you, Daddy.” She looked back at her mother and added, “Aren’t you forgetting something, Mom?”

My wife grinned. “I’d hoped you’d forgotten that part.” As Lucy held out her hand, her mother counted out yet another $50 into it. Seeing my expression of total confusion now, my wife explained, “We had another bet about whether or not Lucy could handcuff you to the bed.” Both women laughed together.

You… you’re not angry?” I choked out, still on my back, naked, under our daughter.

Darling,” my wife chuckled, “it was only a matter of time. Lucy told me years ago how smitten she is with you, and how she wanted you. I admit I was shocked, at first, thinking it was just a phase, and she’d grow out of it. But gradually, as she matured, and experimented with boys, it just solidified her desires for you, and I see no harm in it. It’s not like she’s going to have children with you. She and I have always been very open with each other, sexually.”

Lucy climbed off me, and went into her mother’s arms, and the two of them kissed, deeply. “I love you, Mom,” Lucy whispered.

And I love you, too,” her mother responded. “Now, what are we going to do about your father?” As she was saying this, my wife began to undress. Soon there were two naked women in the room with me.

Well, first, I think we’d better restore life to this fantastic cock of his,” Lucy giggled, holding my softened dick at its base and making it flop back and forth limply.

Excellent idea,” my wife said, trapping my cock in her warm lips and starting to suckle me, as Lucy stroked and fondled my balls.

As the reality of my situation sank in – not only was no one mad at me, both these women wanted to have sex with me – my cock grew and grew until it was bigger and stiffer than I’d ever felt it before.

My wife claimed the right to ride me first, saying, “OMG! I’ve never seen him so inspired. I’ve got to see how that feels.” She straddled me and lowered her cunt onto my cock, which was being aimed by my daughter’s hand. My dick snugged home into the warm, wet embrace of her pussy, and she started moving up and down on it.

Meanwhile, Lucy scrambled up over my face, and turned toward her mother. I saw my daughter reach for my wife’s tits as the two of them leaned together in a kiss, just before Lucy’s cunt blocked my view. Her fragrant pussy pressed against my lips suggestively. I needed no prompting. My tongue penetrated her cunt, lapping and probing. My lower lip rubbed against her pulsating clit. Even though my ears were partially covered by Lucy’s thighs, I could hear both women moaning loudly.

I wasn’t sure what Lucy was doing to her mother – perhaps kissing her, or kneading, sucking, licking her breasts, or even teasing her clit – whatever it was, I felt my wife’s cunt begin to spasm on my cock as she shrieked loudly in orgasm. Lucy’s cunt was soaking my face – whether in an orgasm of her own, or just her natural flow of pussy juices from being aroused, I didn’t know. Having that pussy to eat probably distracted me enough that it saved me from shooting off into my wife’s rippling cunt as she came.

Both women climbed off me for a moment. It felt strange not being in contact with warm flesh. But they were only switching places. My wife licked Lucy’s juices off my face, and Lucy sucked and licked her mother’s cum off my cock and balls. Then my wife aimed my now aching, rampant erection into Lucy’s pussy as she straddled my hips to ride me again. Her cunt felt like warm, soft butter as my cock was sheathed in it.

Before she climbed up over my face, my wife knelt by my waist and bent over to caress and suckle Lucy’s magnificent breasts. What a sight! Lucy closed her eyes in ecstasy, holding her mother’s head against her tits as she rocked on my dick. It was obvious that this was not the first time that Lucy’d been suckled like this. When my wife stopped sucking Lucy, she held our daughter’s tits, kneading them masterfully, while straddling my face, and planting her cunt against my lips.

Once again I got to feast on cunt juices. This time, the target of my cunnilingus was my wife. I mentally compared her taste to that of Lucy, and decided that, though different in flavor, they were both delicious! I almost laughed as I imagined their two cunts stacked, one atop the other, allowing me to dine up and down on a continuous smorgasbord of pussy! Lucy was pumping herself up and down on my erection, probably being fondled lovingly by my wife. Maybe reaching forward to caress my wife’s tits – I couldn’t see.

Suddenly, my wife grabbed the sides of my chest with both her hands, to gain leverage. Howling, she came hard, mashing her gushing cunt against my mouth, smearing whatever cum I was unable to swallow all over my face. When her shivers and shakes quieted, she dismounted from my head. Once again, I was treated to the sight of what I’d been feeling – my daughter happily bouncing up and down, riding my cock. The motions of her tits as she bounced were riveting! I wished I could play with them, but my wrists were still cuffed to the head board.

Please help Daddy cum inside me, Mom!” she pleaded. “I want to feel his cock unloading in my pussy!”

With a knowing smile, my wife moved behind Lucy, and assisted my legs in moving apart from each other. She then climbed onto the bed down between my feet. Moments later, I felt her tongue lapping at my ball sack, a very, very arousing sensation. That hot, wet tongue of hers lifting and dropping my balls inside their sack made me whimper with excitement.

Lucy looked back behind herself. “Mommy is licking your balls, Daddy,” she informed me, unnecessarily. “Ooo! She’s also licking my ass crack, Daddy!” Lucy moaned, eyes squeezed tightly shut with pleasure. Hearing what my wife was doing to our daughter’s ass, visualizing it, combined with the lewdly erotic look on Lucy’s face, plus her cunt muscles rippling on my cock, sent me over the edge.

I’m cumming! Oh my god, I’m cumming!” I yelled, pressing my pelvis hard up off the bed to drive my cock as deep as I could into Lucy’s pussy as I ejaculated.

Oh fuck!” Lucy screamed. “I feel it! I feel it! He’s shooting off into me!” Her body began shaking with emotion. I was still spurting into her depths when she sucked a huge lungful of air and cried out, :

I’m cumming, Mommy!” and her cunt felt like it was sucking hard on my dick!

Lucy was bucking down onto me in the throes of her orgasm as my wife appeared behind her, and embraced her. My wife’s arms came around to grasp and knead Lucy’s areolae and nipples, and she pressed herself against Lucy’s back, humping her ass and my groin. All three of us may have been in orgasm at the same time. I’m still not sure, but I know the bed sheets were soaked with women’s juices and cum.

Slumping, I fell into a partial daze as Lucy lifted herself free from my blissfully deflated dick. Lucy stretched out next to me on her back and opened her thighs. “Want to eat Daddy’s cum, Mom?” she whispered. Quickly, my wife moved between her legs and I heard lusty slurping sounds as she sucked out as much of my semen as she could. Sated, my wife stretched out on my other side and the two women held me, close and warm, as we all dozed off for a while.

The next time the three of us had sex, two days later, no handcuffs were necessary. I even got to dine on the pussy smorgasbord.

Second Life Meets Real Life

Rachel opened her laptop at the appointed time. She was due to meet a friend in Second Life for some sexy play, and she could really use it. She’d been horny all day, dreaming about some fun with him, online. The problem was, even though she normally had privacy at this time of day, on this particular day, she did not! Her uncle was there to let in the painters, since Rachel’s parents were unavailable. And her uncle didn’t want to be bored, so he had some friends over, too. She was 23 years old, and still lacked privacy when she wanted it! It was maddening!

Rachel quickly dashed off an instant message to her waiting friend. “I can’t play in Second Life now. I’m not alone. My uncle is here, with a few friends. I’ll try to contact you in maybe an hour, and if you’re not there, I’ll understand. Sorry!” She quickly logged out before anyone might notice. Her pussy ached for attention, so she clenched her thighs tightly together, trying to ease the discomfort.

An hour later, the boisterous men showed no signs of breaking up their impromptu ‘party’ so Rachel took her laptop to her bedroom, and closed the door. She logged on.

I’m back. But those people are still around!” she typed.

Her online friend and Dominant, Bootstrap, was still there. He typed, “You don’t have privacy?”

A bit,” Rachel answered. “I took my laptop to my room, but they’ve been drinking, and having fun, and roaming, so I’m not sure if they’ll respect my privacy. Also, I should mention, the house is having some of its rooms painted, so there are two painters here as well. That’s why my uncle is visiting.”

Come and join me anyway,” her Dom commanded. He issued a teleport command, and Rachel’s collar whisked her into his presence. He noted how her avatar was dressed. “It’s much nicer chatting with you when our avatars are together and I can see you. Your avatar is dressed in a red sweater and gray skirt. You often match your avatar’s clothes to your outfit in real life. Is this how you’re dressed today?”

Yes, Sir,” she answered humbly. “In real life, I also have on a red sweater and gray skirt – the biggest difference is that my Second Life avatar has on a white blouse under the sweater, but in real life my blouse is gray.”

Hmmm, then I think you’re giving your uncle and the others there a hard time, because that skirt comes above your knees. So I imagine you’re giving them some excellent looks at your long, shapely legs. They may even be getting glimpses of your panties. A very arousing sight!”

Rachel giggled. “Yes. I think I might’ve made it a bit difficult for them. I wore this outfit because I was scheduled to see you, and I’m terribly horny in real life! I was hoping that our play would quench this fire between my thighs!”

Bootstrap’s avatar walked closer to Rachel’s on the computer screen. She saw his words appearing. “Walking up to you, I raise my hand and trail a fingertip over the skin of your arm, starting near your wrist, and traveling upwards.” Reading, Rachel felt goosebumps rippling up her arm. She licked her lips, waiting for more.

When my finger reaches your shoulder, I carefully brush back your long, silky blonde hair, to get a better look at your pretty face.” Subconsciously, Rachel brushed her real life hair off her shoulder, baring the side of her face and neck. She continued reading, “I gaze at your lovely collar – so erotic in its design – a symbol of your submission to me. I touch it, and open its menu. In seconds, I’ve hooked a leash to that collar.”

Rachel was so beguiled now that she could swear she felt a collar around her neck, and the tug of that leash.

So, you still have people around?” Bootstrap asked.

Yes, Sir. They’re still here, drinking. I can hear them.”

Can they see you?”

No, Sir.”

He invoked the command to make her avatar stand upright, legs apart, hands behind her head, as for inspection. “Excellent. I now trail my fingertip from your shoulder downwards, gliding it lightly down your chest, letting it climb the swell of your gorgeous breast, so palpable even through the sweater, blouse and bra.”

Rachel gulped at that scene, and quickly typed a fuller answer to his question. “I’m upstairs in my bedroom, with the door shut. I said I had some work that I had to get done. I was glad to leave the room, because they were getting a little too ‘friendly’ with me.”

Bootstrap replied, “I can imagine how they looked at you, with the alcohol lowering their inhibitions. They were probably undressing you with their eyes.”

Rachel laughed softly, and typed, “Yes. A couple of them were sure doing that.”

Bootstrap expanded on his thought. “They were imagining their hands on you. Not on that sweater or blouse or skirt, but on your bare skin… feeling you… exploring your body.”

Rachel shivered. “I suppose they were doing that, all right. That’s why I left them downstairs.” But even as she typed that, her pussy clenched again, as if it wanted something to grab onto – something to fill it. And not just virtually. Really. She wondered why she’d moved upstairs so precipitously, when she had such needs building inside her.

Bootstrap’s words now broke into her reverie. “Do you think that in their heads they were imagining having sex with you?”

She looked down at her outfit, and answered, “They might’ve had such thoughts, seeing what I’m wearing. The skirt is short, as you mentioned, and the sweater is rather tight, hugging my curves.” After typing that, she ran both her hands over her tightly confined tits, feeling her nipples respond to that touch.

How does that make you feel, guessing they’re having lewd thoughts about you, Rachel?”

She couldn’t bring herself to directly answer that question, because she was having mixed, confusing thoughts about it. Instead, she typed, “They all might be a lot more forward with me, if they saw what we’re talking about here in Second Life, and saw me leashed and standing for inspection like this.”

Bootstrap typed, “Grinning, I trail my fingers more firmly over the form of your other firm breast. Do you feel what I’m doing?”

Rachel was mimicking what he’d typed by running her own hand over her breast in real life. “Yes,” she answered.

Stay right where you are,” he ordered her. Lengthening her leash, he walked over to the couch and sat down to observe her. After a pause, he typed, “You are perfect! You look magnificent! I want to see more of your avatar’s fantastic body, which I’m so sure looks like your real life one. Same long blond hair, sparkling blue-green eyes, luscious breasts, and long, lovely legs. So now take off your clothes. Also take off something in real life – your panties, for example – to make this more erotic.”

Before she had time to strip her avatar, he pulled her body close and had his avatar gently fingering her crotch.

Rachel typed, “Okay… I’ve… oops!” (a knock at my door!)

Quick, change your screen!”

There was a pause, while Bootstrap waited to hear what transpired. Then Rachel typed, “I couldn’t change my screen! I had no time!”

Bootstrap laughed. “They saw us?”


What did they say?” he asked.

They want to know what game this is,” she replied.

Good thing we weren’t already fucking. What did you tell them?” he typed. Then suddenly, he continued, “Wait! Want? Not wanted? They’re still there?” he asked, seeking clarification.

I explained it’s a chat game,” she answered. “And yes, they’re still here.”

Are you feeling embarrassed?” he wanted to know.

Yes. I think my face is all red and hot. They want to see more, and they’re also looking around my bedroom!”

They’re looking now?! There… in your bedroom? Come on… throw them out!”

I can’t. One is the painter, and my room needs to be redone, so he has to check it. And the other came along, not wanting me to be alone with him. Apparently my uncle had to make a quick run to the shops, so his friends stayed, waiting for his return.”

And the painter and other are around now?” Bootstrap asked.

Yes. And they want to know who is my friend on the screen right now. When I told them your name is ‘Bootstrap’ they laughed, and asked what sort of name that is. I told them it’s just a screen name.”

So they’re watching closely. I guess this pose isn’t very appropriate now, is it?” he asked.

Maybe change to a cuddle pose?” she suggested.

Okay.” He made the change of pose, placing them both on the sofa. Then he typed, “I like this. So… the painter can see us?”

Yes, Sir,” she answered. “He’s looking, as is the other guy. Is this okay with you?”

It’s not a problem for me, Rachel. But how does it make you feel?”

Secretly, once her initial shock of being discovered had faded, Rachel’s horniness was manifesting itself again. She saw her avatar on the screen, remembered Bootstrap fondling her crotch, and imagined the men in the room were wishing they could do that to her in real life. Her pussy and clit throbbed, thinking about it. But she tried to be nonchalant as she typed, “I don’t mind. The painter’s ‘oldish’ – probably over 50, as is the other guy. They’re standing behind me, and they just want to watch a little while.”

Bootstrap had a naughty impulse, so he typed, “This would be a good moment for me to remove the sweater from your avatar.”

Rachel’s eyes felt like they bulged a little when she read that. She typed, “You’re going to do that?”

Bootstrap responded, “If you don’t want me to do something like that, tell me to stop now.” He paused, giving her a chance to demand he not do it. When she didn’t, he typed, “Hmmm. I knew you were a daring girl. I’m helping you remove your sweater here. If you had nobody in your room with you, I’d ask you to take off your sweater in real life at the same time.”

After a moment, Rachel reported, “One of the guys is asking what game this is. He read that you’re commanding me to do things, and he said I should obey, and take off my real sweater, too.”

Seeing this, Bootstrap laughed and typed, “Are they reading what’s on your screen?”

She responded, “Well, one of them saw you removing my sweater in the game, and yes, they noticed your command. We can stop, Sir, if you want to do so.”

Bootstrap typed again, for clarification, “They’re actually reading my lines?”

Rachel answered, “Yes, they’re standing very close.”

Bootstrap pondered that for a moment. Then he typed very carefully, “I’d like to strip you naked, here in the game. But I don’t want to compromise you there, in real life. But if you don’t stop me, I’ll continue.”

He saw her type, “Now they’re both saying I should take off my sweater here.”

Meanwhile, Bootstrap had typed the emote, “Bootstrap opens the buttons of your blouse, now that the sweater is gone. Once it’s fully opened, he pulls it off. He quickly unfastens the bra and discards it.” He used her collar to make the blouse and bra vanish, leaving her avatar topless now.

Rachel typed, “And they’re watching closely what you’re doing.” She added a smiley face indicator.

Bootstrap asked her seriously, “DO you like the idea of taking off your real sweater?” He actually felt his heartbeat speeding up while he waited to see how she’d answer. He thought the idea might be turning her on, but he wanted to be sure. He wanted her honest reaction.

Her words appeared on his screen. “Do you command me to remove my sweater in real life, Sir?”

By using the words ‘command’ and ‘Sir’ she was signaling her willingness to submit to him in this matter. That was a pretty clear signal that the idea was arousing. But he wanted to be sure about something. He typed, using the special out-of-character indicator, “((are you safe… I mean… they can’t harm you?))” After all, he had no clear understanding of her real life situation, there in her bedroom.

She responded, “((it’s OK))”

Satisfied, Bootstrap typed, “Then take your sweater off in real life. I want you to do that for me!” He waited about 30 seconds, and followed up with, “Sweater off now?”

She responded, “Yes, Sir. I took it off.”

He asked, “What were you wearing under it?”

A shirt, Sir. Not as sexy as the one you see in Second Life.” There was a pause. She added, “They say that they like the bed.” Hopefully, she was referring to the bed they saw on the computer screen. She may have been blushing, because she had an idea of why they’d made that remark.

Who is in your room with you right now?” Bootstrap asked.

She answered, “They’re both still here. And they want to see more action on the screen they say.”

Bootstrap prompted, “The painter and…?”

She responded, “The painter and the other guy, Brian. They say they like my breasts in Second Life.” She was thinking, “Trust men to bring the discussion to tits!” She clicked the ‘stand’ button to move up out of the embrace of Bootstrap’s avatar to better show what her avatar looked like.

Bootstrap typed, “Hmmm. I like that they’re seeing your sexy avatar like this. And I like that you dared to show them a better view of your avatar. That’s why you stood up, right?”

She replied, “Yes. Also because I think they want me to sit on your bed.”

It was obvious to Bootstrap that Rachel was feeling okay with the way their roleplay was developing. He emoted, “Bootstrap reaches for your skirt… and removes it.” He used the RLV command in her collar, and her avatar’s skirt vanished, leaving her wearing only panties.

She typed, “They’re asking what’s on my neck.” They both knew she meant on her avatar’s neck.

He started to type, “Tell them…”

But she had already typed, “I told them that it’s a collar, worn by a submissive.” It must’ve been either obvious to the men what that meant, or else she explained it more fully, without bothering to type about it.

Bootstrap grinned, and moved his avatar to join Rachel’s, on the bed. He chose a pose where his avatar was stroking hers. The screen showed his hands caressing her, with only her panties preventing her from being fully naked.

He emoted, “I’m sliding my hands over your smooth young body… feeling your warm skin under my fingertips. I bend over and caress your breast with my lips… and start licking your nipple.”

Rachel was falling under the spell of the scene, becoming immersed with her avatar – feeling Bootstrap’s hands and lips on her. Her pussy was dampening, and her nipples were pressing hard against the material of her bra and blouse. Even her breath was quickening as she watched and read. The men in the room with her may or may not have noticed her reactions, but they wanted to get Bootstrap’s attention.

He saw her typed words, “They both say hello to you.”

He found it interesting, even exciting, that she had two men watching the interplay of their avatars. So he typed a friendly reply. “Hello back!” which indicated he knew they were watching, and was fine with it, if Rachel was.

Then Bootstrap typed, “I want you naked now.” Rachel gasped quietly, almost daring to believe he was commanding her to get naked in real life. But then she noticed the panties on her avatar disappear as Bootstrap removed them. She breathed a soft sigh of relief, but with her current level of horniness, she was experiencing complex emotions. She almost was hoping and praying he’d tell her to strip in real life, and maybe play with herself, regardless of the men present. But she also wondered if he did command that, would she have the courage to obey?

Meanwhile, Bootstrap had typed, “This is such a turn on… seeing you naked beside me. I take your hand and we both slide it between your thighs… together, we touch your soft folds… we gently tease your clit…”

Rachel knew that if she’d been alone, she’d indeed be touching herself like that. Her panties were quite wet now, and she blushed a deeper red, wondering if the men standing so close could smell the fragrance of her released pussy juices. She could tell they were breathing heavier, but that reaction might’ve been due more to what they were seeing on the screen, rather than an awareness of her aroma.

Bootstrap had changed the pose, after removing his avatar’s clothes, and revealing a stiff erection. His avatar began fucking hers there on the bed. But then he saw Rachel type, “Brian would like to chat with you.”

Bootstrap sighed, because he’d really been getting into the roleplay. So much so that he’d been stroking his real life erection as he watched the avatars fucking. He typed back, “What would he like to say?”

I don’t know, Sir. Can he sit down and write to you directly?”

Bootstrap laughed at the situation which was becoming slightly surreal. “Sure! Let him!”

Hello,” appeared on Bootstrap’s screen.

He typed back, “Hiya.”

This is not her,” appeared next.

I understand,” Bootstrap assured him.

I do not want to disturb your game,” the stranger typed.

But Bootstrap saw this as an opportunity to gather some information. He typed, “Is Rachel as pretty in real life as she is on the computer screen?”

The man replied, “She’s a cutey… yeah! And you’re fucking her now on the screen, I see.”

Bootstrap grinned as he typed, “Yes. On the screen… in this game… she has a very naughty side. You must know that!”

Show us more,” the man typed.

But Bootstrap was already typing something, because he wanted the man to understand Rachel even better. “She likes to read erotic stories. Did you know that?”

Their messages crossed, because the man was also typing, saying, “Maybe we can do the same here.”

Slightly confused, Bootstrap asked, “More what?”

The man typed back, “Show more positions… because we’d like to do them to her here.”

Bootstrap asked, “Does Rachel want to be fucked now?”

The stranger replied, “I would, and my friend, Tom, too.”

Bootstrap typed, “Hmmm. A threesome? I think that’s one of her fantasies! Many girls dream about having a threesome.”

Perhaps the man didn’t quite understand that, because he typed, “Yes. We’ll take her in turns. I’m enjoying watching you do this on the screen already.”

Oh? Would you like to have sex with her in this position? Ask Rachel which poses are her favorites.” He figured if he asked that, Rachel would have a chance to either state positions she wanted, or stop this line of possibility completely. Bootstrap was not quite certain that Rachel was consenting to have sex with those men, after all.

Are you going to use the bench, Rachel says,” Brian typed.

Since the bench was probably not on their screen right then, this was a good indication that Rachel had actually asked for the bench. Which happened to be a bondage type bench, with restrained poses. He moved her avatar there, as he typed, “Those are her favorites? I’ll have a look.” After re-positioning Rachel’s avatar, he said, “Okay. I’ve got her on tied the bench now. Do you see it?”

Awesome,” came the reply. “My friend is getting her undressed right now.”

Bootstrap could hardly believe what he was ‘hearing’ from Rachel’s computer. He typed, “You’re taking off her clothes in real life?”

Yes, Tom’s doing that.”

Is her blouse off?” Bootstrap asked.

Yes,” was the tantalizing reply.

Bra off? And skirt too?” Bootstrap asked, subconsciously licking his lips.


Does she want this?” Bootstrap asked, thinking how hot this was getting!

The stranger typed, “You go ahead and give her a good fucking, there on that bench.”

But Bootstrap was now caught up in Rachel’s situation, imagining what was happening – needing to know what was occurring in real life, so he typed, “It’s now more interesting what’s happening where you are. Tell me what you’re doing!” His mind was screaming, “Please! I want details!”

Since Rachel’s avatar was tied to the bondage bench, it must’ve prompted this statement, “My friend wants her tied to the bed too.”

Bootstrap was thinking, “Tied to the bed? Does he mean her own bed in real life?” But first he had to ask, “Is she naked in real life now, there with you?”

Only her panties are on right now. Shall we tie her to the bed here?”

Bootstrap was thinking, “Oh my god. They mean to really tie her down, I think.” He wanted absolute verification. “Tie her to her bed in real life, you mean? It would be great if she wants that.”

The man must’ve taken that as a virtual command, because he typed, “Okay. I’ll tell my friend what has to be done.”

Bootstrap was curious about the ropes, though. “Where are you getting ropes to tie her with?” And, as an afterthought, he added, “And put her panties in her mouth,” thinking that Rachel might want the sexy taste of her panties, she might want a muffling gag if she had an orgasm, and finally, it would make certain that the men stripped her completely naked. He had to admit to himself that he was having lecherous impulses.

Okay. And she says she has the ropes here in her room, because sometimes when you tie her up in the game, she binds herself as best she can to feel the same.”

Bootstrap wished he was present in the room with those men, and seeing what they were doing. Acting on an impulse, he said, “When she’s tied to the bed, make a photo of it. She knows later how she can show it to me.” He figured if she didn’t want to share the picture, she could ‘lose’ it.

Okay,” the man typed.

After waiting a few minutes, Bootstrap typed, “I have her totally naked here on my bench. How do you have her there?”

She’s still in panties. He’s just finishing tying her wrists.”

Bootstrap figured they were keeping her panties on until just before tying her ankles… letting her have a little modesty until the final moments. He decided to ask, “Who will fuck her first?”

Tom will.”

That’s only fair, since its sounds like he’s doing most of the work tying her. How old is he?” Why Bootstrap wanted to know this was anyone’s guess.

He’s 57.”

Hmmm. Has he ever fucked such a pretty young girl before?” Bootstrap asked.

His question was not answered, because the man typed, “Her uncle has just gotten back from the shops. He’d run out of drinks.”

Does he want to fuck her too?” Bootstrap asked, feeling almost as horny now as Rachel did.

No,” the man typed, although that was obviously only his opinion – he’d not had time to ask the man. “And he’s calling for us. What should we do? You know best. Any ideas?”

Ask Rachel,” Bootstrap quickly typed.

We won’t say anything,” the man typed.

What does Rachel say?” Bootstrap wanted to know.

She says we shouldn’t say anything. She’s still on her bed, tied down. Helpless. So good! Tied there, naked!”

I’d love to see that!” Bootstrap typed, heart racing. “You can finger her, maybe!”

I have to get going now, since her uncle wants us. But we’ll try to sneak back up here if he’s distracted again. We’ll make sure she’s freed before we leave.”

Bootstrap was on pins and needles, watching his screen. Waiting. Imagining his horny submissive. Tied. Naked. Vulnerable. Maybe with her panties in her mouth. Maybe struggling with the ropes. Would the painter and the other guy return?

Time passed.

Then words appeared on his screen. “Hello there.”

Heart in his throat, Bootstrap typed, “Rachel?”

No. She’s still tied on her bed. I’m Tom, the painter. She’s sure a good fuck!”

You fucked her?” Bootstrap typed.

Yeah. I had my turn. Now Brian has his.”

Did she cum when you fucked her? Do you know?”

I’ll ask.” After a pause, the next words appeared. “I asked her, and she nodded hard.”

Good! I hope your friend makes her cum, too.”

He’s certainly trying hard. It’s good the panties are in her mouth, because she wants to make a lot of noise as she’s fucked.”

I can imagine,” Bootstrap agreed. “She’s always seemed to be a vocal, horny slut when we play.” He waited for more comments, but minutes went by. Finally, he typed, “Hello? Are you there?”

Moment,” came the reply.

After a very lengthy pause, finally new words appeared on Bootstrap’s screen. “Hello. This is Brian, again.”

Oh. Hello again. So, are you done with your turn fucking Rachel?”

Yes,” he typed. “She bucked and bucked on my cock, cumming and cumming, and managed to drain me dry. It was the best fuck I’ve had in years.”

That makes me happy, for both you and for Rachel. So, she’s untied now? Coming back to the computer?” Bootstrap asked.

Well not exactly,” the guy typed. “You see… with all that bucking, the bed was making noise, and her uncle came up to investigate!”

Oh no!” Bootstrap exclaimed.

Yes. I didn’t even know he’d opened the door and was seeing me. It was just as I was climbing off her. He accused me of rape! So I told him she asked us to do this.”

Did he believe you?”

Not really. He went to Rachel, and pulled the panties out of her mouth and asked her directly.”

What did she say?”

She was blushing beet red, and looked very ashamed. She would probably have tried to hide her breasts and pussy, but tied as she was, all was very visible. She whispered that she had indeed asked to be tied up and fucked by us. That she’d been very horny, and she is an adult, and can have sex with anyone she wants. I felt so relieved when she told him that!”

How did he take it?” Bootstrap wanted to know.

He saw the semen leaking out of her cunt, and asked if she was at least using birth control. She told him that of course she was. He scooped up some semen, and smeared it on her tits and belly, asking her if she liked having that done.”

He actually touched her cunt and breasts?” Bootstrap typed, incredulous.

Yes. And Rachel didn’t flinch. She even moaned with delight. And then said yes – that was exciting. Her uncle stated that if she was such a slut, maybe he should invite all his friends downstairs to come up and use her!”

Bootstrap’s mouth went dry, imagining her hearing that question. Before he could ask her answer, more words appeared. “She actually whispered yes – she’d like that. Her uncle’s face went red, and he asked if she wanted him to fuck her, as well. To my surprise, the horny little slut told him that yes, she wanted him, too!”

So…” Bootstrap typed.

So right now, Rachel has her uncle fucking her pussy. The panties are out of her mouth, because one of her uncle’s friends is kneeling by her head, feeding his cock into her mouth. Meanwhile Rachel has formed her thumbs and fingers into ‘sleeves’ as other guys have spit on them, and are rubbing their cocks in those sleeves.”

She’s servicing 4 men at the same time?” Bootstrap asked, his mind spinning.

Yes. Well.. 3 now. One guy just came in her mouth and climbed off. But the two guys fucking her hands plan to use her pussy, after her uncle finishes. Everyone is quite horny now, so I think I’ll be untying Rachel within the next half hour or so, if you want to wait to hear from her.”

Thank you. I’d like that. I’ll wait. Keep her safe, please.”

I will, Bootstrap. And thanks for showing us this game.”

Bootstrap waited, having taken Rachel’s avatar back to his Second Life bed to cuddle her there. It was more like 45 minutes, before his screen displayed, “Hi Bootstrap. It’s Rachel again.”

How are you?” he immediately asked.

She giggled. “Thoroughly fucked, and exhausted. I took a quick shower after the men all finished, and I’m wrapped in a warm bathrobe.”

So you’re all right? The men didn’t harm you or anything?”

No! They were all so thrilled to use me that they were careful not to hurt me at all. I do have rope marks on my wrists and ankles, but that’s my fault for pulling so hard each time I came.”

Wow! How many times did you cum?”

Bootstrap… I have no idea… I really lost count! I’ve never had so many, intense orgasms! It was amazing!”

So, all in all, you’re glad you did it?” Bootstrap asked.

Rachel typed, “It was so enjoyable that we’ve made arrangements to get together at my uncle’s place next weekend. He said he has a padded bench to tie me on, and this time I can be face down, if I want.”

Bootstrap’s jaw fell open in real life. He was completely speechless, for once in his life.