The Cougar Chronicles - Moira

(Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 16 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the expressed written consent of the author.)

“So are you free Friday night, then?” Karen asked her next-door neighbor and best friend, Moira, as she sat across the small table in the kitchen breakfast nook.  Karen and Moira had been having coffee together every morning since Karen moved in next door, and today was no exception.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Moira replied, smiling over her cup of coffee and her green eyes sparkling as she looked at her friend.  “After all, it’s not every day that my best friend’s son turns 18, now is it?” she said, taking a sip out of her cup and then putting it down on the table.

“Good!  I’m sure Timmy will be pleased that you’re there,” Karen said, also smiling as she took a sip out of her own coffee cup.  “He’s had a crush on you for years, you know,” she said, one side of her mouth turning up in a smile.

“Yes, I know, and I’m very flattered,” Moira replied.  Moira was 50 years old, 12 years older than Karen, but the age difference hadn’t stopped them from becoming best friends.  “And now that he’s all grown up, you’re going to have to stop calling him ‘Timmy,’” she said.

“Yes, I guess you’re right,” Karen said.  “After all, he is a man now, isn’t he?” she said, putting her own coffee cup down.

“Yes, he is,” Moira replied, her smile getting bigger.

‘And by the time I’m done with him he’ll be a man in more ways than one!’ Moira thought to herself.  She’d had the hots for Tim for years, ever since Karen and her family had moved in next door three years ago.  He was tall and lean, with dark hair, soft brown eyes and a slightly muscled build that made Moira’s heart beat faster and her nipples get hard every time she looked at him.  As soon as she saw him she knew she wanted to fuck him, but she also knew that she had to wait until he was old enough.

And now that he was old enough, it was time to make her dreams – and his, too, hopefully – come true.

When Friday night rolled around and it was time for her to get ready for the party, Moira chose her outfit very carefully.  She picked a dark red short sleeved dress with an incredibly large V-shaped scooped neckline that easily showed at least half of her more than generous bustline.  Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it, so her huge breasts wobbled and swayed inside the dress with her every move which caused everyone who saw her to wonder what was keeping them in.  The rest of the dress fit her snugly, showing off her curvy and slightly voluptuous figure, and since she always wore a thong there were no panty lines showing on her butt. 

As she looked in the full-length mirror in her bedroom she liked what she saw.  Her dark red (almost burgundy) hair was slightly wavy and came down to her shoulders, framing her face and accenting her green eyes.  Her cheekbones were high, her nose pert, and her lips soft and full, a perfect fit to the rest of her face. 

While most women with red hair were small busted, she was an exception to the rule.  The last time she was measured for a custom fitted bra she measured 48 inches around her breasts and ended up wearing a 37J bra.  Each breast was bigger than a man’s head, slightly longer than they were round, and weighed around six pounds each.  They were capped with small, pale pink areolas surrounding a pair of perfect nipples that stood out prominently whenever they got hard, something that they did often.  Moira had a very intense sex drive, one that her husband was unable to satisfy and which had led to him giving her his permission to satisfy it with the help of other men – as long as she told him about it later.  Moira willingly agreed, and as she stood looking at herself in the mirror she could see her nipples getting hard and feel her smooth shaven, panty-clad pussy getting damp at the thought of what she was going to do to her best friend’s son.

“This is going to be a birthday he’ll never forget, that’s for sure!” she said to herself, one side of her mouth turning up into a sly, mischievous grin.

“I know that look,” her husband, Bill, said from the doorway behind her.  “Who’s the lucky guy tonight?" he asked, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles, a smile on his face.

“Our next-door neighbor, Tim,” Moira said, smiling at Bill in the mirror.  “Today is his 18^th birthday, and Karen is throwing a party for him.  She invited me, and you just know I’m not going to turn that offer down!” she said, her smile getting bigger.

“No, I don’t imagine you would,” Bill said, crossing the room and standing in front of her, her massive chest almost touching his.  “Just be careful and don’t get caught, okay, dear?” he said, holding her softly by her upper arms.  She put her hands on his chest and looked up at him and smiled as she replied.

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” she replied, her green eyes sparkling.  “And I’ll tell you all about it when I get home!” she said, her smile broadening.

“Looking forward to it!” Bill said.  He bent over and kissed her quickly on the lips, then turned and walked out of the room towards his study.  Moira turned back to the mirror and took one last look at her reflection, still smiling.

“Now let’s go get some nice, hard, teenage cock!” she said to herself, giggling.  Then she turned and walked out of the room, her mammoth breasts bouncing inside her dress as she walked through the house and out of the front door, headed over to Karen’s house to fuck her son.

Moira had timed it so that she was fashionably late, and she could tell from the sounds coming through the front door that the birthday party was in full swing.  She rang the doorbell and heard Karen call out ‘I’ll get it!’ from inside the house, and a few moments later the front door opened.  Karen’s eyes flew open wide when she saw the dress that Moira was wearing, a big grin breaking out on her face as she spoke.

“Well!  I guess I know what you’re giving Tim for his birthday!” Karen said, giggling.

“Think he’ll like it?” Moira said, putting her hands behind her back and rocking her shoulders from side to side, waving her huge breasts at Karen.

“If he doesn’t he isn’t human!” Karen said, looking down at the mammoth cleavage Moira was showing off.  “You know every male in the house is going to want to fuck you as soon as they see you, right?” she said, lowering her voice a little.

“That’s the whole point!” Moira said, giggling.  ‘And as long as Tim is one of those men, I’ll be happy!’ she thought to herself.

“You are such a cock tease, Moira!”  Karen said, laughing.  “Well, don’t just stand there on the porch, come on in and let the men get a good look at you!” Karen said, taking her friend by the elbow and ushering her into the house. 

As soon as they walked into the living room and the other guests got a look at Moira, all conversation stopped.  Most of the guests were teenage boys with several of them having brought their dates, and if Moira had to guess she would have said that none of the males there were older than 19 with the exception of Karen’s husband, Frank.  The males were all looking at her tits with awe and desire, the looks on their faces telling her that she had accomplished her goal.  The looks on the girls’ faces, however, were something else entirely.  If looks could have killed her head would have exploded.  After a second or so of the pregnant pause Moira spoke up in a cheerful voice, a big smile on her face.

“Well, c’mon, guys, it’s not like you’ve never seen a pair of big tits before, now is it?” she said, holding her hands out as she spoke.

That did it.  She got a collective laugh out of the males in the room and a few of the females as well, and the party returned to normal.  Moira made a beeline for Tim, finding him standing on the far side of the room talking to a couple of other teenage boys.  All eyes were focused on her mammoth chest, the huge, heavy mounds of her breasts swaying inside her dress as she walked towards them.  The conversation they were having stopped when she reached them.

“So there’s the birthday boy!  Happy birthday, Tim!” Moira said, holding her arms out and wrapping them around him to give him a hug, intentionally pressing her mammoth breasts up against him.

“Thank – thank you, Mrs. Moore,” Tim said, taken by surprise at both her forwardness and by the mass of breast flesh being pressed firmly against him.  Moira held him at arm’s length as she replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“Moira, please,” she said, looking into his eyes, knowing that the way she was holding him was causing her breasts to be pushed together and up.  “You’re an adult now, Tim, so you can call me by my first name!” she said, her eyes sparkling.

‘And in just a little while I’m going to make you a man as well!’ she thought to herself.

“Okay, Moira,” Tim replied, giving her a feeble smile as he was still unsure of how to act around her or how to respond.  He was having a very hard time not staring at her massive cleavage, not knowing that her intent was to make him stare to begin with.  All he knew was that Moira had the biggest pair of tits he’d ever seen, hands down.  What she said and did next totally surprised him.

“And since I know you don’t have a girlfriend right now, I’m going to take it upon myself to be your date for the evening!” she said, slipping her arm through his and pressing the side of her huge breast firmly against his upper arm.  Tim was at least six inches taller than she was, so the view of her cleavage as he looked down at her was nothing short of spectacular.

“O-okay, I guess,” Tim said, still not sure of what to say or how to act.

“So let’s go mingle, shall we?” Moira said, smiling up at him.  Then she led him into the room, keeping her big breast pressed against his arm as they walked.

For the next hour Moira and Tim were the center of attention due to both Moira’s sparkling personality and, of course, her huge breasts as displayed by the dress she was wearing.  Tim was the envy of every male there, and after a while he actually began to enjoy it.  The longer he was with Moira the more comfortable he became, finally putting his hand on hers as it rested on her arm.  Moira looked up at him and smiled when he did this, knowing what it meant.

‘And now it’s time to make you a man!’ she thought to herself, a sly smile crossing her face.  She could feel her nipples beginning to get hard and her pussy starting to get damp at the thought of what was going to happen next.  Just as she was trying to figure out how she could get them away from the crown unnoticed and where she was going to take him, Karen walked up to her from the side and whispered in her ear.

“Take him to my bedroom.  Just try not to make too much noise, and don’t take too long!” Karen said.  Then she was gone, disappearing back into the crowd of partygoers and leaving Moira dumbfounded.

“Oh, we’re gonna talk about this later!” she said softly to herself, a sly smile forming on her face.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Tim said, looking down at her.

“Oh, nothing, just mumbling to myself, that’s all,” Moira said, smiling up at him.  “Come with me,” she said, pulling on Tim’s arm and leading him away from the crowd in the living room and down the hallway to Karen’s bedroom.

“What’s up?  Where are we going?” Tim asked, curious.

“You’ll see!” Moira said, smiling up at him as they arrived at the door to Karen’s bedroom.  She opened the bedroom door and pushed Tim inside, stepping in behind him and closing the door behind her, making sure to turn the lock as she did.  When Tim turned and looked at her he saw the mischievous smile on her face and the strange look in her eyes; he also saw that her nipples were hard as rocks and poking out prominently against the material of the red dress she was wearing.

“Moira, what’s going on?  Why are we in my mom’s bedroom, and why did you lock the door?” Tim asked, his inexperience and naivete showing through like a beacon in the night.

“We’re in your mom’s bedroom because I can’t give you your birthday present with others standing around,” Moira replied, her voice soft and sultry as she slowly walked over to where Tim stood at the foot of the bed, never taking her eyes off of his as she spoke.  “And I locked the door so we won’t be disturbed,” she said, standing in front of him and putting her hands on his chest as she looked up at him.

“What…what’s my birthday present?” Tim asked, the light of realization slowly coming on.

“Me,” Moira replied, stepping close enough that her huge breasts were touching his chest.  “I’m your birthday present, Tim,” she said, her voice low and sultry.  “Aren’t you going to unwrap me?” she said, a sly smile on her face.

“Moira, I don’t think…” he began, but she stopped him with a finger to his lips.

“SSHHHHH,” she shushed, still smiling.  “Here, let me help you,” she said, taking his hands and putting them on her mammoth breasts.  She squeezed his hands with hers to get him going, and sighed when she felt his hands tighten on her breasts.

“That’s right, sweetheart, that’s right!” Moira cooed, looking up at him and smiling.  “Squeeze those big tits, squeeze them hard!” she urged, with Tim doing just that.

Tim couldn’t believe what was happening.  Moira Moore had been his secret crush for as long as she’d been living next door, and he had lost track of the number of times he’d dreamed about her and her huge tits.  And now here he was, her tits in his hands, with her begging him to squeeze them. 

‘Holy shit, they’re firm!  And heavy!  Wow!’ he thought to himself, looking down at Moira’s face as he squeezed and massaged her massive mounds in his hands.  Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back with a satisfied smile on her face, making it obvious that she was enjoying this as much as he was.  Then she opened her eyes and looked at him as she spoke, again taking him by surprise.

“Here, let me make it easier for you,” she said as she pulled the dress covering her breasts aside, revealing them to Tim in all their naked glory.

“Holy shit!” Tim said softly, his eyes opening wide at the sight of Moira’s huge, naked tits.

“Bet you’ve never seen boobs as big as these before, have you, sweetheart?” she asked, a lopsided grin on her face.

“No, never!” Tim replied, looking up at her briefly before looking down at her tits again.  He slid his hands under the massive globes and lifted them up, astounded by both their firmness and incredible weight.  He ran his thumbs over the hard nipples, making Moira close her eyes and moan, a smile on her face.

“Mmmmm, that feels nice!” she said, opening her eyes and looking up at him.  Then she reached out and put the palm of her hand against his crotch, pleased to discover that he was already getting hard.  She rubbed the lump of his hardening cock firmly through his pants, urging him to full hardness.

“Does that feel good, Tim?” she asked breathlessly.  Tim was squeezing her mammoth globes hard again, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs, making her pussy get wetter by the moment.

“Yes, it does,” Tim replied, nodding.

“Well, if you think that feels good, you’re going to love what’s coming next!” Moira said, looking up at him with a big smile on her face.

Without another word she dropped to her knees in front of him and quickly opened the fly of his pants, pulling the zipper down and then reaching inside to grab his semi-erect cock with her hand.  She wrapped her fingers around the semi-hard shaft and then pulled it out, smiling when she saw Tim’s cock for the first time.

“Oh, my,” she said, her smile getting bigger as she gripped his rapidly growing cock in her hand.  “You’ve got a great prick, Tim!” she said, looking up at him as she spoke, then looking back down at his cock.  She could feel it getting bigger, thicker, and harder as she gripped it with her hand, squeezing it firmly.  She began pumping it slowly, urging him to full hardness.  She slid her free hand inside his pants and scooped out his balls, massaging and squeezing them as she pumped his cock.

Tim watched as Moira pumped his cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other, and it didn’t take long before he was fully erect.  His cock throbbed in Moira’s hand as the blood rushed through it, and she squeezed his cock harder in response.  A few moments later a big drop of clear precum appeared at the slit in the tip of his cock, much to Moira’s delight.

“Oh, yes, now that’s what I love to see!” she said, grinning from ear to ear as she looked up at him.  Then she looked back down at his cock, and without hesitation she stuck out her tongue and licked the drop of precum from the tip, making him jump.

“Wow!” Tim gasped as Moira licked the precum from his cock.  Moira couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, smiling as she looked up at him and spoke.

“Let me guess, you’ve never had that done to you before, either,” she said, still gripping and pumping his cock with her hand.

“Are you kidding?” Tim said, the frustration showing in his voice.  “I can hardly get my girlfriend to touch me there, much less do what you’re doing!” he said.

“So you’ve never had a blowjob before, then?” she asked, licking the underside of the head of his cock for emphasis and making him jump again.

“N – no, I haven’t,” he said as Moira licked his cock again.  “Finding a girl who will do that is like looking for a needle in a haystack!” he said, looking down at her. 

“Then I’m going to have to make sure I do a good job for your first one, then, huh?” she cooed, looking up at him with a sly smile on her face.  Then she licked the underside of the head of his cock again, lowering her open mouth down over the head and taking it into her mouth.  She closed her full, soft lips around the head of his cock just behind the flared ridge, sucking gently as she ran her tongue up against the sensitive underside.  She sucked on the head of his cock a little harder, pumping the shaft in her hand as she squeezed his balls, and moaned with delight when she tasted more precum on her tongue.

“MMMMMMMM!” she moaned as she tasted his salty fluid on her tongue, sucking a little harder and pumping a little more firmly to get more out of him.  After a few moments of this she slid her mouth further down onto his cock, slowly working her way down the hard shaft, taking him a little deeper into her wet, sucking mouth with every bob of her head.  Tim watched in fascination as she slowly engulfed his entire cock inch by inch, sucking firmly and twisting her head around on his cock as she took his length into her mouth and down her throat.  When she had his entire cock in her mouth, her lips nestled snug around the base, she held it there for a few moments before slowly pulling her mouth back up the shaft, sucking hard as she went.  She slid her mouth up until just the head was in her mouth, then slid back down again and repeating what she had just done.

“Holy shit!” Tim gasped as he watched Moira swallowing his cock again.  He put his head back, closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure as she slid her mouth back up the shaft again, sucking harder.  When she did it a third time he opened his eyes and looked down at her, speaking with a sense of urgency.

“If you keep that up I’m gonna cum,” he warned.  Moira slipped her mouth from his cock just long enough to reply, her eyes sparkling and a big smile on her face.

“That’s the whole idea, sweetheart!” she said, pausing to take a breath as she pumped his cock with her hand.  “I want you to cum in my mouth!  I want to taste your cum, so don’t hold back – let me have it!” she said, grinning.  She dove back down onto his cock and began sliding her mouth up and down a little faster, sucking harder than before as she squeezed and massaged his balls with her hand.

“Really?  Are you serious?” Tim asked, not believing what he’d just heard.  Moira chuckled as she slipped her mouth from his cock to reply.

“Yes, I’m serious!  Now will you cum in my mouth, please?” she asked, grinning up at him.  Then she picked up where she had left off, sliding her wet, sucking mouth up and down on his hard shaft, trying her best to suck the cum out of him.  Tim watched in silence as she slid her mouth up and down on his rock-hard shaft, one hand gripping it at the base while the other pulled and tugged on his balls.  It didn’t take long before he felt his balls tightening, signaling that he was about to cum.

Moira felt his balls shift in her hand and knew what was about to happen, so she sucked even harder.  She was desperate to feel his cock pumping in her mouth and taste his cum on her tongue, and a few seconds later she got what she wanted.  Tim let out a loud groan as he came, his cock exploding in her mouth and blasting stream after stream of hot, thick cum into her mouth and down her throat.  She cried out in delight around his pumping shaft in her mouth, sucking hard as his cock pumped again and again, filling her mouth up with his seed.

Tim had never cum this hard in his entire life.  In the middle of his orgasm without thinking he put his hands on Moira’s head and pulled her to him, driving his pumping, spurting cock deeper into her mouth. 

“MMPH!” she cried out as Tim pushed her mouth down onto his cock, slapping her hands on the front of his thighs in surprise.  She held his cock deep in her mouth as his orgasm ran its course, and when the pulsing and spurting of his cock finally slowed and then stopped it left both of them breathless.

“Holy shit!” Tim gasped, letting his hands fall away from Moira’s head.  She slipped her mouth up his shaft and sat back on her haunches, taking a big gasp of air as she did, her mouth hanging open.

“Oh, my God, that was so fuckin’ hot!” she said, grinning up at him, her eyes sparkling.  “I just loved it when you grabbed my head like that and drove your cock into my mouth!” she said, gasping for breath.

“You did?” Tim asked, his inexperience showing.

“Hell yes!  And the next time we do this I want you to do it again, only really face fuck me!” she said, sitting on her haunches as she looked up at him.

“Face fuck you?” Tim asked, his inexperience showing again.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll show you how it’s done,” Moira said, standing up on her knees.  “But right now there’s something else I want, especially since your cock is still hard,” she said, getting to her feet and standing in front of him.

“What else do you want?” Tim asked, looking down and seeing that she was right – his cock was still rock-hard and throbbing, glistening with her saliva.  Moira stepped in close, grasping his cock with her hand as she spoke, her voice a soft, sultry whisper as she looked deep into his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me, sweetheart,” she said, tugging on his cock.

“Here?  Now?” Tim asked, looking back into her eyes.

“Yes, here and now,” Moira said, looking into his eyes as she ran her free hand along the side of his face while tugging on his cock with the other.  “As much as I would love to climb on top of you and ride you into forever, I’m afraid we don’t have the time for that.  So you’ll just have to bend me over the bed and fuck me from behind instead” she said, a big smile on her face, her eyes sparkling.

Moira took a few steps back from him then, releasing his cock from her hand and pulling her dress up as she moved towards the bed.  She pulled the dress up to her waist, showing Tim her red thong panties.  Then she turned around and bent over, spreading her feet apart as she put her hands on the bed for support, her mammoth breasts hanging down in front of her and swaying heavily.  She reached back and pulled the thong out of the way, looking over her shoulder at him as she did.

“Now bring that hard cock over her and fuck me with it!” she said, her voice husky with desire.

Tim stood there for another moment, staring at the plump, wet, smooth shaven outer lips of her pussy, not believing what was happening; then he stepped forward, moving into position behind her.  He put one hand on her hip and grasped his throbbing cock with the other, pointing it at her wet slit.  He rubbed the head up and down between her slick outer lips, then placed it against her opening and pushed.  She was so wet that his cock slid right in, the warm, soft, wet flesh of her pussy enveloping his cock like a tight wet velvet glove.

“OHHHHHH, my God, yessssss!” Moira gasped as Tim pushed his cock into her.  “Shove that hard cock into my pussy, fill me up with it, give it to me, every inch of it!” she moaned as she gripped the bedspread in her fists, pushing her ass back up against him to drive his cock all the way into her soaking wet pussy.  She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as Tim pushed his hips forward, driving his hard cock all the way into her pussy.  She felt her hips pressing against the rounded cheeks of her ass as he filled her up, the head of his cock gently nudging the end of her tunnel.

“Don’t move!” she cried, reaching back and grabbing Tim’s hip, looking back over her shoulder at him as she did.  “Stay right there, I want to feel your big, hard cock buried deep inside me for a minute!” she said, looking at him with a smile on her face. 

“Okay,” Tim replied, nodding.  Her pussy was gripping him tightly, and was easily the best thing he’d ever felt.  He put his other hand on her hip and pulled her back to him as he pushed forward slightly, making Moira gasp with delight.

“AH!  Oh, my God, that feels so fuckin’ GOOD!” she gasped, pushing back against him.  She held that position for a few moments, savoring the feeling of being filled up by his cock, closing her eyes and biting her lip again.  She squeezed her pussy around Tim’s cock, making him jump and gasp in surprise which caused her to giggle.

“Guess you’ve never had that done to you before, either, huh?” she asked playfully, looking back at him and grinning.

“No, I haven’t,” Tim responded.  Moira closed her eyes and squeezed his cock again, harder this time, and held it for a few moments to enjoy the feeling.  Then she opened her eyes and looked back at him, the flames of passion burning brightly in her eyes.

“Now fuck me, Tim,” she urged, her voice breathless with desire.  “Fuck me hard and deep, slide that big, hard dick in and out of my pussy and fill me up with your cum!” she said, wiggling her hips for emphasis.

Without a word Tim began fucking her just as she wanted, gripping her hips firmly in his hands as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy in long, firm, deep strokes.  The aroma of her musk hung heavy in the air, and for a few minutes the only sounds were Moira’s moaning and the slippery, squishy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

‘I have died and gone to heaven!’ Moira thought to herself as she rocked her body back and forth, sliding her pussy up and down on Tim’s hard cock as he pushed it in and out of her over and over again.  ‘This is why I love young cock – they’re so hard and big, and feel so fuckin’ good!’ she thought, a big smile on her face.

‘I have died and gone to heaven!’ Tim thought to himself as he fucked Moira, looking down and watching his cock slide in and out of her wet pussy, his hands gripping her hips firmly.  He was more than a little surprised that he was able to stay hard after cumming in Moira’s mouth the way he did, and he was even more surprised to discover that after just a few minutes of stroking his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy he was having to hold back from cumming again.  He didn’t know if it was the fact that he was actually fucking the hottest, sexiest older woman with the biggest tits he’d ever seen or that her pussy was so tight it felt like his cock was being gripped by a fist inside a warm wet velvet glove, but either way he was having to grit his teeth and really concentrate on not blasting another load of cum into her.  He wanted to enjoy this and savor it for as long as possible in case it never happened again.

But somehow he had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be the only time this happened.

“Ohhhh, my God, that feels so good!” Moira moaned, pushing back against him a little harder.  She looked back at him over her shoulder, and when she saw the look on his face it made her grin.

“You’re ready to cum again, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she asked, teasing him.

“Uh huh,” he said between clenched teeth, still stroking his cock in and out of her wet pussy.

“Then don’t hold back, baby, let it go!” she urged, pushing back against him harder.  “Cum for me, sweetheart, cum inside me, fill my pussy up with your cum!” she said, gripping him harder with her pussy.  “I want to feel that big, hard cock of your pumping inside me as it blasts your cum deep into my pussy!” she said, looking back at him as she pushed back against him.

Tim didn’t need any more encouragement.  He began thrusting harder and faster, his hips slapping against the rounded globes of Moira’s ass as he fucked her hard and fast.  It only took about a dozen strokes for his orgasm to hit, his balls shifting and pulling up as his cock exploded inside her tight, squeezing pussy.

“HNNNGHHH!” Tim groaned loudly through clenched teeth, grimacing with his eyes squeezed closed as he came hard, just as hard as before.  He gripped Moira’s hips harder than ever as he drove his cock deep into her pussy, holding it there as it pumped stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her.

“OH, MY GOD, YES!” Moira cried out as Tim shoved his cock deep inside her.  She gripped the bedspread in her fists and moaned loudly, savoring the feeling of his cock pumping and throbbing inside her as his balls emptied themselves into her waiting, hungry pussy.

“That’s it, that’s it, give it to me, give it to me!” she moaned, looking back over her shoulder at him as she pushed her hips up against him firmly.  “I want it all, I want every drop of that hot cum!” she said, squeezing his cock with her pussy to milk it out of him.

Both of them were surprised at how hard he came the second time and how much cum he pumped into her.  Moira lost count of the number of times his cock pumped inside her, but when it finally stopped spurting out cum Tim held it deep inside her, still gripping her hips firmly.  He looked down at her ass pressed against him, the muscles flexing as she squeezed her pussy around his cock inside her, and after a few moments he relaxed his grip on her hips.  They were both left gasping for breath, and as soon as Moira felt Tim relax she went into action. 

She stood up and pulled away from him, clamping her pussy closed to keep his cum inside her as she dropped to her knees in front of him.  She quickly sucked his still hard cock into her mouth, holding it there for a few moments to suck the last little bit of cum out of him.  Then she began sliding her mouth slowly up and down his cock, looking up at him as she did and taking her mouth from his cock only long enough to speak.

“Well, I have to clean you off, don’t I?” she asked, grinning.  Then she put her mouth back onto his cock and continued, slowly and firmly sucking his slowly softening cock, cleaning off the combination of his cum and her pussy juices.  When she was finished and his cock was semi-hard she slid it from her mouth, kissed the tip, and then tucked it back into his pants, pulling the zipper up.  Then she stood up in front of him, smiling at him as she tucked her massive breasts back into her dress before reaching down under her dress to pull her thong panties back into place.

“There!  You’d never know you just pumped me full of cum, now would you?” she said, smoothing her dress out with her hands, a big grin on her face.

“No, I guess not,” Tim replied, returning her smile.  She stepped forward and looked up at him, putting her hands on his chest as she spoke.

“Thank you, Tim, I really enjoyed that!” she said, looking into his eyes with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, me, too!” Tim said, grinning.

“And if you come over to my house tomorrow night, we’ll do this again – only this time we’ll take our time and do it right!  I have so many things I want to do with you and to you!” she said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled up at him.

“Really?” Tim asked, not believing what he had just heard.

“Yes, really,” Moira replied, nodding.  Then she kissed him softly on the lips, the tip of her tongue barely touching his lips.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” she whispered, smiling.

“Thank you, Moira,” Tim replied.

“Now let’s get back to the party before people start to miss us!” she said.  Then she took him by the hand and led him to the door, opening it and then pushing him out.

“You go first, I’ll be along in a minute or so,” she said.

“Okay, Moira,” Tim said, walking down the hallway towards the living room. 

When Karen saw Tim come back into the room the first thing she noticed was that his cheeks were flushed, and he had a big smile on his face.  A few minutes later Moira came in, and while her cheeks weren’t flushed she too had a big smile on her face.  Karen worked her way over to Moira and spoke, her voice low so no one else would hear.

“So did you fuck him?” she asked, grinning.

“Uh huh, and I sucked his dick, too!” Moira replied.  “Made him cum twice, once in my mouth and once in my pussy!” she said, a look of triumph on her face.

“Wow, look at you go!” Karen replied, returning her grin.  “You’re going to do it again, right?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Tomorrow night,” Moira replied, nodding as she looked around the room.  “You can spare him for a few hours tomorrow night, can’t you?” she asked, looking up at Karen with an impish smile on her face.

“Oh, I think so!” Karen replied, returning her grin.  “I’ll have his father take me out to dinner and a movie to give you the time you need; how’s that?” she asked.

“That’s fine, thank you,” Moira said.

“On one condition,” Karen said.

“And that is?” Moira asked.

“That you tell me all about it the next day!” Karen said.  “And I want to hear all of the details about tonight over coffee tomorrow morning, too!” she said.

“Deal!” Moira said.  Then Karen walked away, headed for her son who she saw standing on the far side of the room talking with his friends.

“This is going to be such fun!” Moira said to herself, smiling.

Fini.

Dad's Shower Fantasy

(Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

Art closed his eyes and let the hot water of the shower run over his body, reveling in the feeling for a few moments before soaping up and beginning to wash the sweat from his body.  He had been outside cutting grass in the hot summer sun, a task that was always made difficult by the heat of the day and which always caused him to sweat his ass off – which is why he always wore gym shorts, an old pair of sneakers, a floppy military surplus camouflage boonie hat, sunglasses, and either a sleeveless shirt or no shirt at all when he cut the grass.  Today had been hotter than usual, so he had opted to go shirtless.

The already difficult task was made even more difficult today by his blond-haired, blue-eyed, big-breasted, 18-year-old daughter, Rose.  She was enjoying her last summer of freedom before she went off to college in the fall, and today she chose to sunbathe on the back porch in what was the skimpiest, most revealing bikini Art had ever seen her wear.  Art was a ‘big boob’ man, always had been, and the bigger the better.  His wife was bigbusted, measuring 44 inches around and wearing a 38DD bra, and Rose had inherited this trait.  Her tits were just as big as her mom’s, if not bigger, and she showed them off every chance she got.  It was all he could do to keep his attention focused on pushing the lawnmower in a straight line instead of on the sight of his nubile, sexy daughter sunning her lithe body in the summer sun, her skin glistening from the suntan oil she was using. 

He wondered, not for the first time, if she knew what she was doing, what kind of effect she was having on him.  He wasn’t sure if she knew it, but every time she put on a bikini or some of the skimpy clothing she loved to wear in the summer, she always gave him an erection.  He knew he shouldn’t have that kind of response to his own daughter, nor should he be having the erotic and carnal thoughts about her that he always had whenever she looked like she did now, but he couldn’t help himself.  Rose was an incredibly sexy and beautiful young woman, and Art secretly wanted to fuck her in the worst possible way.  So keeping his attention focused on the task at hand and not on his daughter was a tough one indeed, especially today.

It had been tough, but he’d pulled it off.  As he soaped his body up he let his mind wander back to the image of Rose lying out in the sun, her big breasts wobbling as she turned over onto her back, her ass muscles flexing as she got comfortable.  The images running through his head caused the usual reaction whenever he thought of Rose like this, and he felt his cock growing bigger, harder, and longer in his hands as he washed his cock and balls.  He closed his eyes and imagined what her skin would feel like beneath his touch, how firm or soft her big breasts would be, how her lips would feel wrapped around his hard cock, and how her tight young pussy would feel as it slid down onto his shaft.  It only took a minute or so for his cock to become completely hard, throbbing in his hands as he continued soaping up his cock and balls.  He wrapped one hand around his shaft and gripped it firmly as he began pumping it, feeling its steely hardness in his grip.  He was so hard it almost hurt, and he could feel his shaft throbbing in his hand.

His eyes flew open as he felt a pair of hands slide around his hips to his cock and balls, pushing his own hands out of the way as one hand slid around his shaft to grip it tightly while the other found his balls, squeezing them firmly but gently.  He felt a female body pressing against his back, the mounds of her big breasts pressing firmly against him, and since his wife was out for the day he knew immediately that it had to be Rose.

“Rose…” he began, but she shushed him into silence.

“Ssshhhhhhhh,” she whispered over his shoulder and into his ear as she pulled on his cock and balls, pumping the slippery shaft in one hand while she massaged and squeezed his balls with the other, pressing her lithe young body firmly against his back as she did. 

“Let me, Daddy,” she whispered, sliding her hand up and down on his soapy cock, making him harder than ever.  Art didn’t say another word, just nodding his head and dropping his hands as he let his daughter have her way with him.  She squeezed his cock in her hand, pumping it firmly as she pulled and tugged on his balls, and it only took a few moments before Art felt the precum beginning to flow.  Rose pulled and tugged on his cock for several long, very enjoyable minutes, finally releasing his cock and balls from her hands as she stepped around in front of him.  She reached up and took the showerhead out of its holder and rinsed him off, washing the soap suds from his cock and balls.  She looked up at him from beneath her brow, giving him the sexiest, most erotic look he’d ever seen, one side of her mouth turned up into a sexy, slightly evil smile.

When his cock and balls were rinsed clean she put the showerhead back into the holder, and with the water spray hitting his chest and running down his body Rose knelt in front of him, opened her mouth, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.  She sucked on it right away, swirling her tongue over and around the sensitive head, reaching up and gripping his balls with her hand as the water sprayed over both of them.  Then she slid her mouth down onto his cock, slowly, savoring every inch of it as she swallowed it all, not stopping until she had his entire length in her mouth and down her throat.  She held it there for a moment, her nose pressing against his abdomen as she looked up at him, smiling around his cock in her mouth.

Then Rose began sliding her mouth up and down the length of his hard shaft, sucking hard and running her lithe, wet tongue along the sensitive underside as she did.  She kept one hand clamped onto his balls as she sucked his cock, massaging and squeezing them in her hand.  Art stood there and watched, dumbfounded, as his daughter slowly sucked his cock, taking it all into her mouth over and over again.  She twisted her head every now and then, rotating her mouth on his shaft as she sucked it in and out of her mouth, looking up at him from time to time.  Her mouth was warm and wet on his hard shaft, and he moaned as she slid her mouth up and down his length over and over again.

“MMMMMMMMM!” Rose moaned as she slid her mouth up and down the length of Art’s hard cock over and over again.  Art had certainly had his fair share of blowjobs in his life, but the one his own daughter was giving him was by far and away the best blowjob he’d ever had.  He stood still and watched as Rose slid her mouth up and down on his cock, the water running over both of them as she worked him over.

After a few very pleasurable minutes of this Rose slipped her mouth from his cock and stood up, facing him and holding on to his cock with one hand.  She smiled at him, pulling on his cock for a moment while looking deep into his eyes, and then let go of it when she turned around to face away from him.  She leaned forward and put her hands on the shower wall, spreading her feet apart as she stepped back towards him, pushing her firm, rounded ass out to him.

Art immediately knew what she wanted, and grabbed her by the hips to move her over to the side a little bit so the water from the shower wouldn’t be hitting him in the face while he fucked his daughter.  He grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it towards her smooth-shaven pussy, and Rose wiggled her hips at him as he slid his cock up and down between her slippery outer lips.  Then he placed it against the opening of her pussy and pushed, making Rose moan as the head of his cock pushed its way into her tight hole.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she moaned, her mouth hanging open as she looked over her shoulder at him.  “Fuck me, please fuck me!  Fuck my tight pussy, Daddy!” she moaned, pushing her hips back towards him and driving his cock deeper into her tunnel.

Art gripped her by the hips and pulled her towards him as he drove his cock forward, sliding it deep into her pussy.  She was very wet and very tight, her pussy gripping him like a wet velvet glove, and it was without a doubt the best feeling Art had ever had in his entire life.  He groaned as he pushed his cock forward, working it deeper and deeper into his daughter’s tight, wet pussy one thrust at a time, and it only took a few moments for him to be buried balls-deep.  He pushed forward and held his cock there, feeling his balls pressing against her outer lips and clit as she moaned in ecstasy.

“Ohhhhhhh, my God, yesssssss!” Rose moaned, biting her bottom lip and pushing her ass back towards him.  “Now fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!” she urged, wiggling her ass at him.

Art began to move then, pulling his cock back until just the head was left inside, then thrusting forward to bury it into her pussy again.  He gripped her hips firmly with both hands, pulling her back towards him as he thrust his cock in and out of her over and over again in long, hard, deep strokes.  Rose moaned as he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts, her big, heavy breasts swaying as they hung down beneath her.  She bit her bottom lip and moaned again as she lay her head against the cool tile of the shower, pushing her hips back at him as he fucked her.

Art looked down and watched as his cock, slick and shiny with his daughter’s juices, slid in and out of her pussy.  She was tight, incredibly tight, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be long before he was blowing his load deep inside her.  He watched her shapely ass ripple as his hips banged against it with each forward thrust, and he gripped her hips harder as he increased the tempo again.

“That’s it, Daddy, that’s it!  Fuck me just like that, Daddy, just like that!” Rose moaned, looking over her shoulder at him.  Her pussy was hot, wet, and tight around his shaft, and as he continued fucking his daughter he felt the first twinges of an orgasm beginning to build deep in his balls.  He kept thrusting as his orgasm built up in his balls, and it wasn’t long before he felt himself getting ready to blow.

“I’m gonna cum, baby!” he gasped, pounding his cock into her.

“Yes, Daddy, cum for me!  Cum inside my pussy, Daddy, give it to me!  Give it all to me, give me all of your cum!” she replied, rocking her hips back against him as he fucked her.

That was all the encouragement Art needed.  He felt his balls shift and his cock widen, and a split second later he came.  He squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth, moaning as he came hard, harder than he’d cum in a long time.  His knees shook as the powerful orgasm ripped through him, his cock exploding and blasting out stream after stream of hot, thick cum.  Two, three, four, five times his cock throbbed, shooting out more and more cum with every pulse of his shaft.  He was cumming so hard he began to think that it would never end.

“Daddy, are you done yet?” Rose asked, snapping Art out of his trance.

“Huh?  What?” he asked, opening his eyes and looking around, then looking down and seeing his hard cock in his hand, still dripping cum.

“I said are you done yet?” Rose asked from the other side of the bathroom door.  “You’ve been in there a long time and I really need to take a shower and wash the oil off of me before you use up all the hot water!” she said, her voice slightly muffled by the bathroom door.

“Yeah, honey, I’m almost done,” he replied, loudly enough for her to hear him.  “I’ll be out in a minute, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Rose replied, then turned and walked away.

Art looked down again at his cock in his hand, now starting to soften as the last bit of cum dripped from the tip to fall onto the floor of the shower and be washed away down the drain with the rest of his load.  There were two streams of cum sliding down the shower wall from the beginning of his orgasm when he was cumming the hardest, so he took the shower head out of its holder and hosed down the shower wall, washing the cum streams away.  He sprayed down the rest of the shower and the shower floor to make sure all of his cum was gone, and then he put the shower head back into its holder and rinsed off, washing the soap and cum from his skin before turning the water off.  He opened the shower door and grabbed one of the thick Turkish towels hanging from the rack, then stepped out of the shower to dry off.  A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom, the towel securely wrapped around his waist, and padded barefoot down the hall to his bedroom to get dressed.

“Okay, honey, it’s all yours,” he said as he passed by the closed door to Rose’s room.

“Thank you, Daddy!” she said as she opened the door and walked quickly down the hall towards the bathroom.  Art turned and got a quick look at her firm, shapely ass before she turned into the bathroom and closed the door.  Then he turned and continued walking towards his room, a smile on his face.

“If only,” he said softly to himself, turning into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Fini. 

Daddy's Secret Fetish

(Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 16 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

Penny had always been curious by nature, a trait that had gotten her into tight situations on more than on occasion during her 16 years on the planet.  But the day she stumbled across the black nylon overnight bag tucked away in the back corner of his closet while getting a pair of shoes for him that he had asked for, she let her curiosity get her into a very tight situation, tighter than anything she could have ever imagined. 

“Huh, I wonder what’s in there?” she said to herself as she looked at the bag sitting in the back corner on the floor of her father’s closet.  She took a quick look around, then grabbed the bag and pulled it out.  She set it down on the floor and opened it up, looking inside to see what was there. 

“What the hell is this?” she said to herself, reaching inside the bag and taking out a heavy but supple black leather strap that had been rolled up, secured with a rubber band to keep it from unrolling.  It was about two inches wide with a chrome buckle, and if she had to guess as to how long it was she would have guessed it was about 6 feet long at least.  She looked into the bag and saw another one just like it, along with four other rolls that were the same width but were smaller when rolled up.  And out of those four rolls, two of them were even smaller.

“What the fuck?” she said to herself, picking up one of the smaller rolls with her other hand, looking from one roll to the other for a moment or two while trying to figure out what they were for.  She looked into the bag again, and when she saw what else was in there she suddenly knew what the straps were for.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” she said, dropping the two rolls back into the bag and reaching in to pull out the other thing that she had seen.  She was grinning from ear to ear as she pulled out a pair of black leather cuffs bondage cuffs that were the same width as the straps, with two small chrome buckles on each to fasten them closed.  They were joined together by a chrome snap link that clinked when she picked them up.

“My father is into bondage!” she said, grinning as she held the cuffs up in front of her face.  They were obviously well-used, as the chrome was chipping off in a few places and the leather was very supple.  Her eyes went wide when the obvious thought struck her.

“I wonder if he uses these on Mommy?” she asked herself, already suspecting that she knew the answer. 

“Penny!  Did you get lost up there or what?” her father, Arlen, called from downstairs.

“I’m coming, Daddy!” she called out, quickly putting the cuffs back into the back and zipping it closed, then putting it back where she found it.  Then she got the shoes she was sent there to get in the first place, closed the closet and scampered downstairs, trying hard to suppress a grin when she gave the shoes to her father.

As she lay in bed that night, she couldn’t get the image of her father binding her mother up in the straps she had found in his closet.  The last thing in the world she would have expected was for her parents to be into that kind of thing;  she knew they had sex, of course, but this was something totally unexpected. 

And to her surprise, the more she thought about her father using those straps on her mother, the more she wanted him to use them on her.  And the more she thought about that, the wetter her pussy got.  She ran a hand up under her nightgown and discovered that her nipples were hard as rocks, and when she slid her other hand down into her panties she found that her pussy was soaking wet.  She rubbed her pussy and pulled on her nipple at the same time, sending little shock waves of pleasure through her young body.  She rubbed and pulled harder, and in less than a minute she had a shattering orgasm, so strong that it shook her whole body and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out.  When it was over she was left panting for breath, with just one thought running through her head.

“I have got to get my daddy to use those straps on me!” she said to herself, grinning in the darkness of her room.  All she had to do was wait for the right time, she knew, and she was pretty sure she could get her father to do it. 

Two days later the time was right.  It was Saturday afternoon, her mom Shelly and her brother, Curt, were both out of the house and wouldn’t be back for hours, so now was her chance.  She went looking for her father and found him in the living room sitting in his chair, watching a movie on one of the streaming services.  She sat on the couch next to the chair, crossing her legs and smiling as she looked over at him.  She was in her usual attire of a form-fitting white cotton short sleeve blouse and a pair of equally form-fitting gym shorts, pink with white trim.  She was wearing a bra only because her mother made her; if not for that she wouldn’t be wearing one at all as she hated them because they were so uncomfortable, preferring to let her ‘C’ cup breasts be free of restraint beneath her top.  She was wearing a pair of pink thong panties under her shorts, with a pair of sandals on her feet.  Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail high on the back of her head, held in place by a pink hair tie.

“Hi, Daddy!  Whatcha doin?” she asked, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked over at him with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, just sitting here relaxing, that’s all.  You?” he asked, looking over at her and smiling.

“Nothing, just taking it easy,” she replied, falling silent for a few moments, not quite sure of how to bring the subject up.  Finally she decided to just be direct and ask, figuring that the worst that could happen was that her father would refuse to talk about it, so she did.

“Daddy, can I ask you about something?” she said, looking over at him as she sat with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap.

“Sure, Penny, what’s up?” he replied, looking over at her.

“What’s with the black bag in your closet?  The one with all those straps in it, I mean,” she said.  The look on her father’s face told her two things:  first, that he was surprised as hell that she knew about the bag, and second, that he wasn’t mad.  That was good if she was going to get her father to use the straps on her, which she desperately wanted to happen.

“You’ve been snooping in my closet, I see,” he said, a little irked but not much.

“No, Daddy, not really.  I found it when I was looking for your shoes like you asked me to a few days ago, and when I saw it I got curious – you know how curious about things I am – so I opened it up and looked inside,” she explained.  “I wasn’t snooping; not really, anyway,” she said.

“Okay, I believe you,” he said, nodding.

“Soooo…what’s with the straps and the cuffs, Daddy?” she asked, trying not to smile.  “Are they what I think they are?” she asked.

“I don’t know; what do you think they are?” Arlen asked, trying to find a way out of the conversation without revealing anything to her.

“Well, I think…I think they’re bondage stuff.  Is that right, Daddy?  Is that what they are?  Bondage stuff?” she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

‘Moment of truth!’ she thought to herself as her father hesitated for a moment before answering.

‘Shit!  Might as well tell her the truth, she’s got it all figure out anyway,’ Arlen thought to himself as he looked over at her.

“Yes, Penny, that’s what they are,” he replied.  “Bondage straps and a pair of bondage cuffs,” he said.

“And you use them on Mommy?” she asked.  Arlen almost didn’t answer, but he did for the same reason as before – she obviously already had it all figured out in that curious little head of hers.

“Yes, I use them on your mother,” he said.

“And she likes it?” Penny asked, her eyebrows going up.

“I wouldn’t do it if she didn’t,” her father replied.

“And do you like it, Daddy?  I mean, using them on Mommy, that is,” she asked.  Before he answered Arlen picked up the remote to the TV and turned it off, then put the remote on the table next to his chair.  He clasped his hands in his lap and looked at Penny, a serious look on his face as he spoke.

“Before I answer that, I have to know that you’re not going to mention this conversation to anyone, ever.  Not to your mom, not to your brother, not to your best girlfriend, not to anyone.  What your mother and I do in the privacy of our bedroom is nobody’s business.  Bondage is widely misunderstood by the uninformed, and it carries a stigma with it that portrays it and the people who practice it in an undeserved bad light.  I don’t want that bad light shining on your mother and I, so before this conversation goes any further I want your solemn promise that what I tell you will go to your grave with you.  Can you promise me that?” he asked, looking her in the eyes.

“Yes, Daddy, I promise,” she said, nodding her head and looking him in the eyes.  He knew right away that she was telling the truth, because Penny couldn’t look anyone in the eyes whenever she was lying to them.  She’d always look away, and this time she didn’t.  She looked him square in the eyes when she replied, so he knew she was telling the truth.

“I believe you,” he said, nodding.  He paused and took a deep breath before he continued.

“Yes, I like it.  I like it very much, as does your mother.  And I’m always very careful to make sure I don’t hurt your mom.  Before we started practicing it I did a lot of research on it, learning all about the different types and forms of bondage, about where you could apply the straps and where you couldn’t, how to ensure I didn’t restrict blood flow to anything vital, things like that.  We also have a ‘safe word’ that we use if things get too uncomfortable for your mom,” he explained.

“What’s a ‘safe word,’ Daddy?” she asked.

“It’s a word that means to stop what I’m doing immediately if your mom says it even once,” he replied.

“Wow, that’s smart!” Penny said, impressed.

“I wish I could take credit for it, but I can’t.  That’s part of what I learned when I studied it,” he said.  “But I’ve been very careful, and so far you mom hasn’t had to use the safe word at all,” he said, a little bit of pride showing through.

“What’s your safe word?” she asked, more curious now than ever.

“Tabasco,” Arlen replied.

“Cute,” Penny said, smiling.  “I suppose now that I know your safe word you’re going to have to use the straps and cuffs on me, huh, Daddy?” she said, half kidding and half serious. 

“I don’t think you could handle it, sweetheart,” he said, giving her a little bit of a smile.

“And why not?” she said, sitting up on the edge of the couch and putting her hands on her knees as she put her legs together.

“I just don’t think you could, that’s all,” Arlen replied, even as the mental images of the lithe young body of his little girl bound up tightly in the straps crossed his mind, making his cock stir ever so slightly.

“Is that a challenge, Daddy?” she said, standing up and putting her fists on her hips, her feet spread apart as she looked down at him.

“No, sweetheart, it’s not,” he replied, looking up at her.

“What if I wanted you to do it to me?” she asked, taking the plunge.  After all, the worst that could happen was that he’d refuse, right?

“Then I’d say you were biting off more than you could chew,” he replied, unable to get the images of Penny bound up tight and lying on his bed out of his mind.

“And I’d say you don’t know me very well,” she countered.  “I’m a lot tougher than I look, you know,” she said, her heart pounding in her chest.

“It’s not just about being tough enough to handle it, sweetheart.  There’s much more to it than I think you realize.  Bondage is a prelude to…” he was going to say ‘sex,’ but Penny cut him off.

“I want you to do it to me, Daddy,” she said insistently.  “I want you to use those straps on me just like you do to Mommy!” she said.

“Sweetheart, you really don’t know what your asking or what you’re about to get into,” he said, trying to warn her.

“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” she said defiantly.  Arlen looked up at her for a long moment, trying to decide what he was going to do.  A part of him knew that the last person on the planet he should do this with was his daughter, but another part of him – a bigger part – was excited at the idea of putting the straps around her young body and then binding Penny up tight.  Then he spoke, just as Penny was about to speak again.

“What’s the safe word?” he asked, his voice soft but stern.

“Tabasco,” she replied.  He looked up at her for another moment, then got up out of his chair.

“Okay, let’s go,” he said, walking out of the room.  Penny followed him, grinning from ear to ear, her heart pounding in her chest as she followed her father out of the living room, up the stairs, and then down the hallway to his bedroom.  Once inside the room he went into his closet and got out the black nylon bag, putting it on the bed. 

“What do I need to do, Daddy?” she said excitedly, a big smile on her face.

“Stand right there, and turn around to face the bed,” he said as he pulled three of the rolled-up straps out of the bag.

“Like this?” she said, doing as he said.

“That’s fine,” he replied, unrolling the straps and laying them out on the bed.  Then he got two of the bigger straps out and did the same, with Penny watching the entire time.  She could already feel her nipples getting hard inside her bra just by looking at the straps.  Arlen picked up one of the smaller straps and moved over to stand behind her.

“Put your arms behind your back and grab your forearms,” he said.  Penny did as he said, and as soon as she did her father slid one of the straps between her back and her arms, looping it around both of her arms just behind her right wrist, then pulled it tight – very tight.

“Oh!” she gasped as her father pulled the strap tight.  She could hear the buckle clinking as he fastened the strap closed, securing the end.  He did the same thing to her other arm, binding her arms together and pulling that strap tight as well.  Then he slid a third strap between her arms and her back, right in the middle between the two straps already in place, pulling that one tight as well.

“Ungh!” Penny gasped as he pulled the strap tight.

“This is a variation of a Japanese style of bondage called ‘Koutou ushiro te shibari,’ “ Arlen explained as he finished with the third buckle, “although the Japanese use natural hemp rope instead of leather straps.  I was never any good with knots and it all looked a bit too complicated for me, so I chose to go with leather straps instead,” he said.  “Wiggle your fingers for me,” he said, looking down at her hands; she did as she was told, wiggling her fingers with ease.

“No tingling?  Your fingers aren’t getting cold?” he asked.

“Nope,” she replied, turning her head and looking over her shoulder.  “Is that it?” she asked.

“Not by a long shot,” her father replied, chuckling.  “I’m just getting started!”

“Oh,” she said, her voice soft.

‘What did I get myself into?’ she thought to herself as her father picked up one of the longer straps from the bed.  She watched with her heart pounding in her chest as he brought the strap down in front of her, passing it in front of her face and then looping it around her body just above her elbows.  He cinched this strap tightly around her body, pinning her arms tightly to her sides and restricting her breathing just enough to be a little uncomfortable but not so much as to prevent her from breathing.  She gasped loudly as he cinched it tight.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide as her father fastened the strap in place.  “Oh my God, that’s tight!” she said breathlessly.

“It’s supposed to be; that’s what bondage is all about,” he explained as he finished securing the strap.  “The tightness of the bindings and the feeling of helplessness gets the endorphins flowing which increases the…” he stopped, realizing what he was about to say and stopping before he did.

“Which increases what, Daddy?” she asked, a little breathlessly due to the tightness of the strap around her body.

“Nothing, it’s not important,” he said, reaching for another of the longer straps. He quickly looped this strap around her chest just above her breasts, passing it over her upper arms just below her shoulders. 

“UNGH!” she grunted as her father drew the strap tight, her shoulders being compressed inward from the pressure, the buckle clinking as he secured it closed. 

“Wow, that’s tight!” she gasped, her eyes a little wide.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Arlen asked, pausing in what he was doing.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m fine,” she gasped, still getting used to the tightness of the straps around her body.  “I’m just getting used to it, that’s all,” she said, giving him a smile.  “So what does all this increase, Daddy?  You never said,” she asked, much to his dismay.  Arlen paused for a moment before he replied, then decided that she might as well know.

“The flow of endorphins created during the bondage ritual increases the arousal of both parties and makes the sexual experience much more intense and satisfying,” he said, nearly quoting what he’d read about bondage word for word, realizing that he was getting an erection from binding his daughter up.

“Oh,” Penny said, her voice soft, her eyes going wide.  At that moment she realized that her nipples were hard as rocks, and that her pussy was getting wet inside her gym shorts.

‘And it’s working, too!’ she thought to herself, then she had a thought that made her eyes go wide and her mouth fall open.

‘Is it working on Daddy, too?  Is he getting a boner…for me?’ she thought to herself, unaware of just how right she was.  Then she gasped as her father looped a wide leather collar around her neck, pulling it snug and fastening it in place.

“Not too tight, it is?” he asked; Penny just shook her head in response, too surprised to speak.  “Good.  This one isn’t meant to be as tight as the others because it’s for something else entirely,” he said.

“What…what’s it for, Daddy?” Penny asked, a little hesitantly.

“You’ll see,” he replied.  Then he pulled the straps around her body a little tighter, starting with the one around her chest.

“OOF!” she grunted as he pulled the straps tight, restricting her breathing a little more, her arms bulging slightly at the edges of the straps.

“Too tight?” he asked, himself a little breathless.  His cock was rock-hard and throbbing by now, and he realized that he wanted to fuck his daughter in the worst way.  He only wondered if that was what she wanted as well, and if she’d wanted that all along and this was just her way of getting him to do it.  In any event, if that was the case she was closer to getting what she wanted than she realized – much, much closer.

“No…no, I’m good,” she gasped, feeling her pussy getting wetter by the second.

“Turn around,” Arlen said, and Penny did as he asked.  As he looked at his daughter bound up tightly in the straps he felt his cock throbbing in his pants, and he could feel his precum already flowing.  He looked at her chest and saw that her nipples were hard, poking out against her shirt that was drawn tight around her chest by the straps.

Penny saw the look in her father’s eyes as he looked her up and down, and it was at this moment that she realized she was completely immobilized and was totally helpless, at the mercy of  her father who could now do whatever he wanted to her with her being powerless to stop him.

And instead of being afraid she was sexually excited to a level she’d never experienced before.  Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and her pussy was absolutely soaked with her juices.  The scent of her extreme arousal filled the room, the front of her gym shorts showing the first dark patch of wetness as her juices seeped out of her pussy.  She looked down and saw the big lump in her father’s pants, gasping slightly.

‘Oh my God, he’s hard!’ she thought to herself, forcing herself to take her eyes off of the lump in his pants and look at his face instead.

“What…what happens next, Daddy?” she asked timidly, her voice soft and her eyes wide as she looked up at him. 

“This is usually where the subject – the one being bound, which in this case is you – is made to perform fellatio on the one doing the binding,” her father said, his breathing a little faster now than it was before she turned around.

“Fellatio?” she asked, her eyebrows going up as she spoke.  “You mean a…a blow…a blowjob, right?” she said, stammering with both excitement and fear.  The straps were working much better than she could have ever thought they would, and she now wanted to give her father a blowjob more than anything else in the world.

“Right,” Arlen replied, looking her in the eyes.  He could see both fear and excitement in her eyes, both of which were to be expected of a newcomer to the bondage ritual.

“But…but how?” she asked, genuinely not knowing.  “I can’t move my arms or use my hands, so how is that supposed to happen?” she asked.

“The man takes care of…revealing himself…since the subject can’t do it on her own,” he said, pausing for just a moment before continuing.  “After the woman kneels in front of him first, that is,” he said.

“Oh,” Penny said softly, still looking up at him.  There was silence for a few moments, and then Penny slowly dropped to her knees in front of him, her face mere inches away from the huge lump of his hard cock inside his pants.  She stared at it for a moment, then looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” she said, her voice a whisper. 

Arlen looked down at her for a few moments, his mind a jumbled confusion of thoughts, desires, needs, and common sense mixing all together.  He knew what he wanted to do, what he wanted her to do, and he knew that it was wrong – but at that moment in time, he didn’t care.  His sexual desires were taking over, and he knew that he was powerless to stop himself.  He just wanted to make sure she knew what she was getting into and that she was ready.

“Penny, are you sure?  Are you absolutely sure?  Because if we do this it will change things between us forever, and we can never go back,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sure,” she said without hesitation, nodding as she spoke, never taking her eyes from his.  “I want this, I really do,” she said, looking down at the lump in his pants as she spoke, then looking back up at him, her eyes pleading with him to give her what she wanted.

Without another word Arlen reached down and unzipped his pants, then reached inside and pulled out his rock-hard, throbbing cock.  Then he reached inside and lifted his balls out as well, opening the fly of his pants wide to get them out, then moved his hand out of the way and stood there with his cock and balls out on display, inches away from his daughter’s face.

“Oh, wow!” Penny whispered, here eyes wide as she looked at her father’s hard cock and balls.  She was both surprised and pleased to see that his pubic hair was trimmed very short and that his balls were shaven smooth, and the thought that he did this so her mother could suck on them more easily crossed her mind. 

“You have a beautiful cock, Daddy,” she said, looking up at him as she spoke, her voice soft.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, looking down at her, a smile on his face.

She looked back down at his cock, and as she looked a clear drop of precum appeared at the tip, glistening in the light.  Without hesitation she leaned forward and licked it from the tip, then put her lips on the tip and sucked gently, pulling more of the salty fluid from him.

‘She’s done this before,’ Arlen thought to himself as he watched his daughter sucking the precum from him, her hands and arms still tightly bound behind her, the straps across her body equally tight.  As he watched she slid her mouth down over the head of his cock, stopping when she had all of the head in her mouth.  She sucked hard on the bulbous head, running her tongue over and around it for a few moments, then slid her mouth down further.  She worked her way down the hard shaft, taking more of it in her mouth with every downward slide of her mouth, her head bobbing gently up and down as she slowly sucked his cock deeper into her mouth.

‘Damn, she’s good!  I wonder if she swallows?’ Arlen thought as he watched his daughter sucking his cock.  Penny was a small girl, standing only 5’4” and weighing right around 100 pounds, so he knew that she wasn’t going to be able to take his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat – unless she knew how to deep throat, that is, and at this point it wouldn’t have surprised him at all if she did.

But she didn’t, only being able to get about two thirds of his big cock in her small mouth.  Arlen watched for a few moments as she slid her mouth up and down on his cock, sucking and licking like a pro, running her tongue down the side of his cock before ducking her head down and sucking one of his balls into her mouth.  It took her a couple of tries since she couldn’t use her hands, but she did it, impressing Arlen even more.  She sucked on his balls for a few moments, then slid her tongue back up his shaft and dropped her mouth back down onto his cock, sucking on it as before.

‘Oh, my God, his cock tastes good!  I just love it!  I love sucking his cock!’ Penny thought to herself as she sucked her father’s cock, tasting his precum on her tongue.  Sucking his cock without being able to use her hands was a little bit of a challenge, but nothing that she couldn’t handle.

Arlen was completely caught up in what was going on by now, his arousal at a peak as he watched his daughter sucking his cock.  He fell back into the routine that he normally used when he and his wife did this, and without thinking he reached out and put his hand on the back of Penny’s head, gently but firmly pushing her head towards him and forcing her mouth down onto his cock as far as it would go, holding her head in place once there.

“MPH!” Penny cried out in surprise as her father pushed her head down, forcing her mouth further down onto his cock, her eyes flying open wide.  She struggled against the straps restraining her as her father held her head in place, holding her mouth down onto his cock, the head barely touching the back of her throat.  After a moment he began moving her head up and down, holding onto the back of her head with his hand, pushing her mouth up and down on his hard cock firmly but not forcefully, and never hard or deep enough to make her gag.

“MPH!  MPH!  MPH!  MPH!” Penny moaned around his cock in her mouth as he face-fucked her, discovering that she loved what he was doing.  Her pussy was soaking wet by now, the aroma of her musk filling the room, her nipples so hard they hurt.  Then he pushed her head down and held it there again, holding it in place for a few moments before taking his hand away and letting her pull her mouth from his cock,

“AH!” Penny gasped as she sat back on her haunches, her mouth open as she gasped for breath, looking up at her father with watery eyes and a smile on her face.

“Holy shit, that was hot!” she gasped, grinning at him with her mouth open as she caught her breath, her watery eyes sparkling.  “I love being used like that!  Do it again, Daddy, do it again!” she said, standing up on her knees in front of him and taking his cock in her mouth before he had a chance to respond, sliding her mouth up and down on the shaft.

Arlen reached down and put his hand on the back of her head again, face-fucking her again as he had just done.  He did it for a little longer this time, with Penny lifting a foot up off of the ground and banging it against the floor when he held her mouth down onto his cock.  She sat back on her haunches again when he took his hand away, panting and gasping for breath as she looked up at him, a big open-mouthed grin on her face.

“Oh, my God, you sure know how to get what you want!” she gasped, her chest heaving as she fought to breathe, straining against the straps bound tightly across her chest.  Arlen looked down at her as she sat in front of him, his throbbing cock glistening with her spit, a little bit of precum dripping down from the tip to land on the top of her knee as she sat in front of him.

“What happens next, Daddy?” she asked, still panting for breath.

“That all depends on how things go, what your mother wants to do from here,” he replied, knowing full well what was supposed to happen next but not wanting to say it, even though he wanted it to happen very badly.  “Sometimes we finish like this,” he said, omitting the obvious.

“She makes you cum in her mouth?” Penny asked, standing up on her knees again.

“Yes, she does,” he replied.

“Does she swallow?” she asked.

“Yes, she does,” he said again. 

“But what if she doesn’t do that, Daddy?  Then what?” she asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it.  Arlen looked at her for a moment before he replied, and when he did he didn’t say what she wanted him to.

“I think you know the answer to that,” he said, his voice soft, his hard cock still standing out in front of him, dripping precum.

“You fuck her, don’t you, Daddy?” she asked, her voice a soft, sexy whisper, a sly smile on her face as she looked up at him, her arms still bound tightly behind her back.

“Yes,” he replied, nodding once.

“Then that’s what I want you to do to me, Daddy,” she said, her voice still soft and low, never taking her eyes from his as she spoke.  “I want you to fuck me, Daddy, just like you fuck Mommy,” she said.

“Penny…” he began, but she cut him off.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she said, looking into his eyes.  “Fuck me like you do Mommy.”

He looked down at her for a moment, then reached down and grabbed her by her upper arms.  He lifted her to her feet, then turned her to face the bed.  She gasped in surprise when he grabbed her shorts at the waistband on both sides of her hips and pulled them down, taking her soaked panties with them and letting them drop to the floor.  She stepped out of them automatically, kicking them out of the way.

Arlen felt his cock throbbing when he saw his daughter’s naked ass for the first time.  He’d seen her in a bikini before, but it wasn’t the same.  This time she was nude from the waist down, and that made all the difference.  He only wished she were completely naked, but it was too late for that now.  He admired her firm, rounded ass for a moment, then put his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed, making her fall forward onto the bed.

“OOF!” she gasped as she fell onto the bed, bouncing once.  She saw her father reach into the nylon bag and take out the bondage cuffs, putting them on the bed next to her and then reaching inside the bag again.  He pulled out two long, thin leather straps with snap hooks on each end, putting them on the bed as well.  Then she head him unfastening his pants and taking them off, with the thought of him being naked from the waist down and standing behind him with his hard cock out in front of him making her even wetter than she already was.  He spread her legs wide apart as he stepped in between them, revealing her naked pussy to him for the first time.

Arlen’s breath caught in his throat as he saw his daughter’s young pussy for the first time.  Her outer lips were shaven smooth, glistening with her juices, parting on their own as he spread her legs further apart.  Her inner lips were pink, wet, and perfect, the most perfect pussy he’d ever seen.  He admired it for just a moment before continuing what he was doing, reaching behind him and grabbing Penny’s ankle in his hand.

Penny gasped in surprise when her father grabbed her left ankle and lifted it up, her leg bending at the knee.  He reached over and picked up one of the cuffs, opening it up and then slipping it around her ankle.  She heard the buckles clinking as he fastened it in place, and was surprised when he didn’t pull it tight like he had the straps.  He did the same thing with her other leg, putting the other cuff on that ankle as well.  Then he picked up one of the long, thin straps and leaned over, his hard cock pressing against the valley between the cheeks of her ass as he did.  She heard a click as he fastened the snap link to a ring on the side of the collar that she didn’t know was there, then straightened back up, his cock leaving a little bit of precum on her ass when he did.  He lifted her left ankle up again, then attached the other end of the strap to the ring on the cuff, letting her foot go when he had finished.

“ULK!” Penny gasped when the collar pulled tight against her throat when her father released her ankle and her foot fell back, the strap stopping it.  He repeated the process with her right ankle, letting it go as well when he was done.  Penny was now forced to keep her legs bent and her feet up in the air, the straps attached to the cuffs and the collar she wore making sure of that.

“OH!” she gasped when her father grabbed her by the backs of her knees and pulled her towards him, sliding her down until her hips were right at the edge of the bed.

“Oh, my God, Daddy, yes!” she gasped as she realized what he was about to do, and wanting him to do it more than ever.  “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me like you do Mommy!” she said, urging him on.

Arlen looked down at his daughter’s ass and pussy in front of him, admiring what he saw before grasping his cock in his hand and moving into position.  Penny gasped when he rubbed the head of his cock up and down between her pussy lips, then moaned loudly when he pushed it inside.

“OHHHHHHHHHH!” she cried out as her father’s cock pushed inside her, stretching her tight young pussy out. She groaned as he continued pushing, with more than half of his cock going in on the first thrust.

“NNNGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” she groaned loudly as her father pushed almost half of his cock into her, panting when he pulled back and then groaning again when he pushed forward, harder this time.

“HHNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!” she groaned as he pushed hard, working his cock deeper into her pussy. 

“Ohhhhhh, my God, Daddy, your cock is so big!” she moaned as he thrust his cock in and out of her slowly, pushing more of his cock into her with every forward thrust.  She panted for breath as he stroked his cock in and out of her tight pussy, gasping loudly when the head of his cock hit the end of her tunnel.

“AUGH!” she gasped, moaning when he held his cock in place.

Arlen looked down at the sight of his cock buried ball deep into his daughter’s pussy.  Her pussy was wetter and tighter than any he’d ever felt before, and he knew that he was going to have to be careful or he’d be pumping her full of his cum in no time.

He put his hands on her hips and gripped them firmly as he began moving, stroking his cock in and out of her tight pussy in long, deep, even strokes.  The straps kept her feet up in the air, pulling back on the collar around her neck if she relaxed them too much, and as her father steadily fucked her the impact of what being bound like this really was hit her. 

She was totally helpless and completely at his mercy.  He could do anything he wanted to her and she was powerless to stop him.  She was his personal sex toy; she belonged to him in every possible way, and there was nothing she could do to change that.

This knowledge excited her and sexually aroused her more than anything she’d ever experienced before, and she felt her pussy flooding at the thought.

‘Now I understand,’ she thought to herself as she lay the side of her face down on the mattress as her father fucked her.  ‘Now I get it, and I like it!  I like it a lot!’ she thought to herself, a big grin forming on her face, her body rocking gently as her father fucked her.

Arlen increased the speed and force of his thrusts, driving his cock in and out of  Penny’s tight pussy harder and faster.  He could see her flexing her hands as her body rocked beneath him; her fingers were still their normal color, so she had good blood flow.  He just wanted to make sure she was okay all the way around.

“You okay, Penny?” he asked, not stopping his thrusting as he spoke.

“I’m fine, Daddy,” Penny gasped, “just don’t…don’t stop, okay?”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he replied, relieved to know she was okay.  He continued thrusting his cock in and out of her, getting a little faster and a little harder, until she spoke up and changed everything.

“Fuck me hard, Daddy, fuck me hard!” she said, looking back as much as she could.  “I can take it, so fuck me hard!  Make me moan, make me scream, make me beg for more!  Fuck me hard, Daddy, please fuck me hard!”

By now Arlen was convinced that she was a lot tougher than she looked and was more than capable of taking whatever he could dish out, so he let himself go and began fucking her the way he usually fucked her mother – hard, fast and deep.  He gripped her hips firmly as he began shoving his cock in and out of her, driving it into her hard and deep, his balls banging against her clit with every forward thrust.

“Oh, my God, yes!” she gasped, flexing her hands as her father fucked her hard and fast.  “Yes, Daddy, yes, yes, yes!”

Arlen looked down and watched his daughter’s ass ripple as his hips hit up against it, her pussy tight and silky smooth against his hard cock.  Then he let go of her hips and leaned forward, reaching out and grabbing her ponytail in his hand.  He pulled back on her ponytail hard, pulling her head up and back and holding it there as he continued fucking her.

“OH!  AAAUGGGHHHH!” she cried out in surprise as her father yanked her head up and back by the ponytail, catching her completely off guard.  “NNNNNGGGGHHHH!” she moaned as he fucked her harder, pulling back on her ponytail and holding her head up the entire time.  She felt the straps tugging against the collar as her feet bounced in the air from the force of his thrusts, and in the middle of it all she felt an orgasm quickly building inside her.

‘Oh my God, I’m gonna cum!’ she thought to herself, feeling her orgasm rapidly approaching.  She gritted her teeth and hung on as her father continued fucking her hard and fast, holding her head up by her ponytail as he did.  It only took another minute or so for her to cum, and when she did it hit her like a hammer blow.

“I’M CUMMING!  I’M CUMMING!  I’M CUMMING! NNNNGGGHHHHHHH!” she cried out loudly as her orgasm hit, the waves of pleasure crashing through her like a shock wave.

Arlen watched as she came, continuing to fuck her hard and fast, still holding her head up by her ponytail.  He was amazed at how hard she came, her whole body shaking from the intensity.  He felt her pussy flooding and then, to his surprise, he felt it get even tighter around his cock.  This made his own orgasm start to build, much quicker than normal, and instead of resisting it he let himself go, giving in to what his body wanted.

And what his body wanted was for his cock to pump as much cum into his daughter’s pussy as was humanly possible, and it wanted to do it right now!

Arlen groaned loudly as his orgasm hit, his cock exploding inside his daughter’s pussy and pumping stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her.  He groaned again through gritted teeth as his cock continued pumping, filling her pussy with his seed quickly as it pumped out more of the sticky white fluid than he’d seen in a very long time.

Penny felt his cock pumping her full of his cum, and it only made her cum again, although not quite as hard or as long.  When her father drove his cock deeper than ever inside her and held it there, she moaned as she felt his cock pumping the last of his cum into her.

“Ohhhhhhh, my God, yessssss!” she moaned, loving the feeling of being filled with his cum.

Arlen looked down at his cock buried deep in his daughter’s pussy, gasping for breath as his cock pumped the last of his cum out and into her tunnel.  She had the tightest, wettest pussy he’d ever felt, and he couldn’t remember when he’d cum this hard.  When his orgasm was over and his cock finally stopped pumping, Arlen let go of Penny’s hair. 

Penny gasped as her head fell to the mattress, turning her head to the side as she lay so she could breathe.  She lay motionless on the bed, trying to catch her breath as her father held his cock inside her.  She felt him unhooking the straps from the cuffs around her ankles, letting her feet fall down as he did.  Then he unhooked the straps from the collar around her neck, tossing them to the side as he did.  After that he slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, easing it out so they could both enjoy the sensations.

“OHHHHHHHH, Daddy!” she moaned as he slipped his slowly softening cock out of her pussy.  When it slipped free she felt the flood of cum rushing out of her, the air cool on her outer lips.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned, lying there as her father unfastened the straps around her chest.  She took her first full, deep breath in more than fifteen long minutes as the straps fell loose, breathing deep as he unfastened the straps around her arms.

“Oooooooh!” she said as she moved her arms, wincing from the pain.

“You’re going to be really sore tomorrow, I’m afraid,” Arlen said, tossing the straps aside.

“Yeah, but it’s so gonna be worth it!” she said, smiling as she put her hands on the bed and pushed herself up, turning around to sit on the edge of the bed, making sure that she didn’t sit on the big wet spot when she did.

“I’ll be right back,” her father said, then turned and walked into his bathroom.  She worked her arms around, trying to work the soreness out of them when he came out a few moments later with a couple of washcloths in his hand, handing one to her as he stood in front of her.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he said.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, taking the washcloth and placing it on her mound, lifting up a little so she could slide it under her.  Her father quickly wiped his softening cock and balls clean, then tossed the washcloth onto the bed next to the black bag. 

“So what did you think?” he asked as he picked one of the straps up from the bed and began rolling it up, still naked from the waist down.  “Did you like it?” he asked.

“I loved it!” she replied, grinning from ear to ear.  “That was without a doubt the hottest, most intense and satisfying thing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t wait to do it again!” she said, meaning it.

“I’m glad to hear that, but you’re not going to want to even move tomorrow, much less do that again with how sore you’re going to be,” he said, continuing to roll up the straps and put them back into the bag.

“Yeah, but like I said, I’m sure it’s going to be well worth it!” she said, rubbing her arms and wrists as she spoke.  “How often do you and Mommy do that, anyway?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“About once a week or so, more often if she wants to,” he replied, picking up the cuffs and putting them back into the bag.  “After all, the whole bondage thing was her idea to begin with,” he said, taking Penny by surprise.

“It was?” she replied, her eyebrows going up in surprise.

“Sure was,” Arlen replied, zipping the bag closed and then picking it up to put it away.  “She came to me one night and said that she had seen this done in a porno and wanted to give it a try,” he said, putting the bag back in the closet – only in the front this time, now that Penny knew about it.

“Wait, wait, wait!  She saw it in a porno?  You mean my mother watches porn?” Penny said, flabbergasted.

“We both do, sweetheart,” Arlen said, chuckling.  “There’s a lot about us that you don’t know – especially about your mom,” he said, picking up his pants and putting them on.

“Apparently not,” she said, shaking her head and smiling. 

“Go take a shower and get cleaned up, sweetheart,” Arlen said, standing in front of her and smiling down at her, fully clothed again.  “And don’t skimp on the hot water, either.  Help loosen those stiff muscles up,” he said.  “I gotta get this bedspread washed before your mom gets home,” he said.

“Oops!  Sorry about that, Daddy!” Penny said, getting up and looking at the big wet spot on the bedspread.  She bent down and picked up her shorts and panties, wincing a little at the pain in her shoulders.  Then she turned to her dad, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Daddy!” she said, her voice soft, a big smile on her face.  “I can’t wait to do this again!”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he replied, putting his arms around her and giving her a hug.  “Soon as you’re not sore anymore you come find me, and we’ll do it again.  Deal?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Deal!” she said, smiling.  Then she turned and left his room, headed towards her bathroom to shower and get cleaned up.  Arlen watched her go, enjoying the sight of her firm, rounded ass flexing as she walked.  When she was out of sight he sighed to himself, then began pulling the bedspread off of the bed so he could wash it, a big smile on his face as well.

Fini.