MARIA AND AMANDA

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 3 ]

The rest of Saturday was just like a normal day. It was almost as amazing to see the two girls being two teenage girls as it had been to see them as two naked, sexual creatures that had taken me to heights I had never experienced before. When I came home from town, all the chores were done and they were watching TV.

It wasn’t until after dinner that the atmosphere changed. I was watching TV, relaxing after the long day. Amanda came into the room wearing an outfit I’m sure I hadn’t seen in a year. The tank top was way too small for her and the shorts were tight, too. But, I didn’t notice it right away since I was absorbed in the TV show. I did notice when she came over and sat down in my lap. She hadn’t done that for quite a while. Suddenly I was reminded that Maria had been doing the same thing and had probably put Amanda up to it now. That’s when I ran my eyes over my daughter’s body and saw her small tits pressing against the thin material. My eyes just about popped out of my head as I stared at her hard nipples that were clearly outlined.

When I looked up at her face, she giggled. “Maria said you’d notice,” she said. “It feels funny to have you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“Nice try, daddy,” she said. “I never thought of you like that before and I guess you never thought of me like this. But, you look like you’re about to have a heart attack.” She wiggled her butt in my lap and added, “And I feel something moving down there.”

She wasn’t kidding, my cock had grown to its full size and was pressing against her tight ass. “And, did Maria tell you that when she came down and sat on my lap dressed all sexy that I told her to go put something decent on.”

“No, she didn’t say that,” said Amanda with a hurt look, suddenly blushing with embarrassment. “Did you really?”

“You’re darn right I did,” I answered. “Young ladies shouldn’t be dressing like that.”

Amanda started to rise from my lap. “Dang her,” she muttered. “Maria set me up. She told me this would be OK with you.”

I caught Amanda’s wrist with one hand and wrapped my other arm around her waist, keeping her in place on my lap. “I want you to know how to act like a young lady,” I said. “I love you the way you are. You are smart and pretty and responsible and well-behaved. That’s how you need to stay.” But, at the same time, I wanted something else from my daughter now that I had sampled her other side. She squirmed in my lap, trying to wrest herself away from me to run and hide in shame, but I continued to hold her tight.

I held her for a few seconds more and then kissed her on the cheek. It was a chaste, fatherly kiss that I had planted in that same place many times. She looked at me with disappointment in her eyes and I said, “But, we did something really incredible today and there’s no going back from there. I think that what you and Maria do together is wonderful… I mean the Queen Maria and naughty girl thing that you two do… as long as you remember that its just between the two of you and you remember that you’re a good girl most of the time. And, as for you and me, I want you to be a good girl during the day and I say we set aside the time after dinner for you to sit on my lap dressed like you are now.”

She looked at me suspiciously. “You mean this is OK with you?”

“That’s what I mean,” I said. “Is it OK with you?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said as she relaxed on my lap again. “It feels funny when you look at me like that, but it’s a nice kind of funny.” She wiggled her butt again. “It really feels funny to know that you’re getting excited about me sitting here.”

“Where’s Maria?” I asked.

“She’s reading,” said Amanda. “A book.” Maria? Reading a book? Was Amanda rubbing off on Maria while Maria was rubbing off on Amanda? When I gave her a quizzical look, Amanda said, “No, really, she is. She said we could have the night together… alone. You know, without her.”

I looked at the outfit that Amanda was wearing again. She was showing off her young body, offering to be a naughty girl with me. I had a moment of doubt, wondering if this was really where I wanted to take our relationship and wondering just how to proceed without Maria goading us on. Because, I realized, it had been Maria that had gotten the Amanda and me into this position where we were considering each other as a sexual partner. Could we do it without her?

Apparently Amanda felt the same way. As my hesitation last more than just a few awkward seconds, she asked, “Daddy, what do we do next?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” I answered truthfully. I didn’t know if I should rip her clothes off of her or take it slow.

“If this isn’t gonna work, daddy…” her voice trailed off. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

I realized she wanted me to take control. Last time, Maria had been in control. My little girl didn’t know how to seduce me and so I needed to take the lead. That was the inspiration I was looking for. Her words reminded me of her reluctance earlier in the day and the mood that Maria had set for us. “You’re such a naughty girl,” I said. “Dressing like that for your daddy is very naughty. I can practically see your little titties, you naughty girl.”

She held her breath for a moment and then looked down shyly as I paused. Her reaction of feigned innocence was perfect and the brief moment of silence gave me time to plan my next words. “Get up. Get off my lap, naughty girl.” She stood quickly, surprised at the turn of events. “Stand up and face me.” She did as I instructed, a look of uncertainty on her face as I took control. “I should punish you for dressing like that in front of me. But… “ I hesitated to give her a few seconds to think about what I might say next. She was holding her breath again as I said, “You are so sexy like that. Daddy wants to touch you all over. Daddy wants to … Take your shirt off for me, naughty girl. That’s what naughty girls do for their daddies.”

Amanda slowly reached for the hem of her shirt. “How many daddies like their little girls to be naughty?” she asked me as she exposed her tummy to me.

“At least yours,” I responded, my eyes fixed on the skin she was baring for me.

“Just since this morning,” she said with a devilish smile. Then, she pulled her shirt back down.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I asked her, wondering if she had suddenly changed her mind about what we were about to do.

“This isn’t how Maria and I do it. Will you play poker with me?”

“Strip poker?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I don’t know why, it just seems… safer.”

“Well, I suppose it lets us take our time,” I agreed. “You have some cards somewhere?”

“I’ll get them,” she said and she ran off. When she returned she quickly dealt a hand.

“What are the rules that you and Maria use?” I asked.

“Oh…” she seemed surprised. “We just… well, the loser takes off something. The loser chooses what to take off. We do 5 card draw, so you get to throw in your bad cards and I give you new ones.”

“OK, I know how to play 5 card draw,” I said. “And when one of us is naked, what happens?”

“We keep playing until we’re both naked,” she said. “The naked one loses choices. That’s what Maria calls it. The winner gets to choose what the loser has to do.”

“That’s how you get tied up?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, blushing. “I always lose to Maria.”

I looked at my cards thinking about how she had admitted that she lost on purpose. I wondered if she was going to lose to me on purpose. Was she planning on being tied up again? I had a pair of 3’s and discarded the rest. Then, I wondered what would happen if I lost? Hmmm. What would my naughty little girl do then? I picked up my new cards to find a pair of 4’s added. When I laid down my two pair, Amanda laid down an ace high hand, nothing else.

“Dang,” said Amanda. She looked down at herself and then pulled off her shirt. I stared at her tiny mounds and felt myself harden. She didn’t have much to wager with. I was still wearing shoes and socks, pants, shirt, and underwear. She was barefoot, wearing just shorts and I wondered if she even had on panties.

“Bad luck,” I said. “For you,” I added with a smile. I picked up the cards to deal them and in the process, I ruffled through her discards without her noticing. She’d tossed away two aces. That answered my question. She was going to lose so I could tie her up. I dealt five cards and after the draw I had a pair of 10s. She laid down a king high hand.

“Dang it,” she said. “I can’t get anything tonight. This is gonna be a quick game, I guess.” She stood up and slid down her shorts to reveal a pair of white panties with little pink flowers on them.

She wanted me to do more than take the lead. She wanted me to dominate her. Naked and tied was what she was going to be before long. She was comfortable with Queen Maria and wanted me to take on the same role, leaving her with no decisions to make.

“You don’t have much left, naughty girl” I observed. “Guess I’ll have to think of what I want you to do for me once you’re all naked.” Let’s see… I only had about a zillion ideas.

“I could still win,” she said. “Don’t get too cocky.” But, she didn’t sound convincing.

I managed to lose the next two hands, by discarding my good cards. I didn’t want the game to last all night long and needed to lose some clothes myself. That just cost me my shoes and socks. So, when she lost the next hand, I was still dressed as she slid down those little panties of hers to show her bare pussy and cute little round ass. “Maria makes the loser show it all,” she said as she turned slowly around. “But, no touching yet,” she added. “That could be one of your choices.” She seemed quite comfortable being nude in front of me. I figured that was because I’d now earned the right to see her like that by winning at poker.

I won the next hand, too, by keeping my good cards this time. “I choose that you have to sit on my lap for one minute and let me touch you all over.”

Amanda giggled like there was nothing she’d like better either. So, she climbed on my lap and I ran my hands over her small breasts, smooth skin, and naked pussy. Just before time ran out, I tilted her head back and put my lips on hers, getting a deep kiss from her. Then, she wiggled teasingly out of my lap and we played another hand. I managed to lose that hand and took off my shirt. She looked a little concerned at my losses as if she couldn’t figure out how she could be winning.

I won two hands in a row, letting her use her losing strategy to keep my clothes on and my choices mounting. I chose for her to dance for me for two minutes. She moved her hips invitingly as she danced and cupped her small breasts. Novice though she was, she knew how to make herself look sexy. For my second choice, I told her she had to shower with me once I was naked, too. I won yet another hand and said, “You’re having such bad luck, naughty girl. I guess I’m going to choose to tie you to the bed and make you do anything I want.”

“But, you’re not naked yet,” she said. “We have to keep playing.”

“OK,” I said. “But, I’ll have to think of more for you to do.”

She won the next hand as she apparently was now trying to win. That left me with just my underwear. She couldn’t help but notice the outline of my hard cock as it pressed against my briefs. I won the next hand and said, Well, if you call Maria a queen, I guess you’re going to have to start calling me something special, too. I want my slut, naughty girl to call me Cock Master or just Master. Understand?”

“Yes, Cock Master,” she said. “Does Cock Master like looking at the naked and naughty little slut?”

“You bet I do,” I said.

When I won the next hand, I said “Give me your panties, naughty girl.” When she handed me her panties, I said, “Open wide. I’m going to stuff these in your mouth and you have to keep them there until we shower.” Her mouth and her eyes opened wide as I stuffed her own panties in her mouth. “That will keep you quiet,” I said.

Then, I dealt the cards. This time I finally lost my underwear. My cock sprang free finally. I let her gaze at it for a few seconds and then said, “Up to the shower, naughty girl.”

“Uh uh,” she grunted through her gag. She spun her finger around and I got the idea.

“Is that the rule? When I get naked I have to turn around and show you?”

She nodded, managing to smile despite the gag. I slowly turned around, getting even more turned on by the fact that my 12-year-old daughter was ogling me. My cock was rock hard now, pointing at the ceiling. I took Amanda’s hand and pulled her to her feet. I surrendered to the urge to touch her as much as possible and picked her up in my arms. I carried her nude form down the hall and into the bathroom.

Once the shower was going, I pulled her panties from her mouth. “That was gross, daddy,” she said. “I’ve been wearing those all day.”

“And so they smelled like your pussy?”

“Yeah,” she blushed. “I hadn’t smelled that before. It’s not quite like Maria’s.”

“Naughty girls who lose a strip poker get whatever the winner wants, so don’t complain,” I reminded her. “Now get in the shower.” We got in together, taking turns washing each other’s bodies. It was a thrill to run my hands over her preteen tits, slick with soap, and feel her nipples harden at my touch. She seemed equally thrilled to stroke my cock and keep it hard. I thought was going to cum all over her right in the shower, but I managed to get her hands off of it before I blew my wad.

Then, I had the pleasure of toweling off her exquisite little girl body and let her dry me off. Finally, I carried her into my bedroom and laid her on the bed. Once there, I put her on her stomach and tied her ankles to the corners of the bed. She looked at me quizzically and I said, “I know, Maria probably does it with you lying on your back. I’m going to do it differently.”

Then, I tied her right knee to the right side of the bed and tied her left knee to the left side of the bed, stretching them wide and leaving her plump little pussy easily accessible from behind. I love to take women from behind because it allows me greater depth and control of my thrusts. If I was going to have my way with Amanda, I wanted her in my favorite position. Next, I tied her hands to the corners at the head of the bed.

When I surveyed my handiwork, I saw that I hadn’t achieved the desired effect. She was immobilized, but her ass wasn’t sticking up in the air. With her crotch just a couple of inches off the bed, it would be difficult to penetrate her. So, I loosened the ropes on her knees, allowing her to get her knees under her and raise her ass. I finished by tying a rope to her right knee, running the rope under her body, up over her neck, and down to her left knee where I tied it off. That really forced her to bring her knees up under her body and I was satisfied that her cute little ass was sticking up at the right height for me.

Just to tease her some, I stroked her body lightly and erotically. I caressed her ass, her tits, her inner thighs, her g-spot, and her tender throat until she was moaning with pleasure. Then, I started fingering her vulnerable pussy. The way she was tied made it completely accessible to me from behind. “God, Cock Master,” she moaned. “That feels so good. Please, the naughty girl wants to cum. Make the naughty girl cum while you watch. Please, Master. Do me harder than that.”

“Who cums first?” I asked, mimicking Maria.

“The Cock Master cums first,” whined Amanda. “But, please I can’t take it much longer.”

“Oooo, the naughty girl wants to cum really, really bad, does she?” I teased her clit relentlessly with just enough pressure to arouse but not to bring her off.

“Oh, God, yes, Cock Master,” she whined. “Don’t make me… wait. Huh, hunh, hunh,” she panted. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, I’m so close, the naughty girl is so fucking close, Cock Master.” Her hips shoved back at me as if she was trying to fuck herself on my finger.

“What will the naughty girl do for me first?”

“Anything,” she panted. “Suck the Cock Master’s cock. Suck it. Put it in my mouth, daddy, Cock Master. I’ll suck it and swallow like I did this morning.”

“If I untied one of your hands, would you frig yourself for me? Let me watch my naughty little girl play with her own pussy and cum for me?”

“Yes, oh, God, yes, I will, I will,” she moaned. “Let me do it.”

“You’re such a slut,” I said. “I want to watch my slutty little girl fuck herself with her own fingers.” I untied her right hand and moved back between her legs.

Her hand went straight to her little cunt. Two fingers went up her pussy while her thumb pressed against her clit. She fucked herself for a few seconds before she gasped in frustration. Her hand shifted so that she had two fingers now on her clit and she rubbed furiously. “Oh, watch the naughty girl, daddy,” she moaned. “I’m so naughty, so naughty, oh, Holy Jesus Christ.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled it back toward the corner of the bed. “What…?” she said in surprise. “I was almost there. Daddy, Cock Master, I was about to cum for you.” She was almost in tears from the frustration of being so close and not being able to finish it.

“Ask for my cock again, slut.”

“Please, Cock Master, let me suck your cock,” she begged.

I moved to kneel in front of her, squeezing between her and the wall that she was facing. With my cock pointed at her face, she leaned forward and slid it down her throat. “Suck it, little girl,” I said. “Suck your daddy’s cock. Make me cum in your pretty little mouth.” Her head bobbed up and down on my shaft and her cheeks puffed in and out as she sucked me off. The sight of her spread lips was incredible. It looked so much like she ought to be choking on my cock, but she fucked her own mouth without missing a beat. “Suck me, little slut,” I said again. “Suck, suck, suck, like a naughty girl should.” As my orgasm hit, I grabbed her head and pulled her tight to me. My cock spasmed deep inside her mouth, flooding her throat with my cum. When I was done filling her mouth, I pulled out. Her lips made a smacking sound as she let me go and she gave another big swallow. I watched for a few seconds as she licked her lips and swallowed again.

“Now, me, please, Cock Master,” she pleaded.

“Are you hot and ready?” I asked her.

“Yes, Cock Master, the naughty girl is hot and ready.”

I got behind her and put my hand to her pussy. Her clit was swollen and demanding attention. But, instead, I toyed with her pussy, leaving her clit alone. I wanted to bring her right to edge again. I wanted to get myself hard so I could fuck her. Since she had just drained me, I didn’t know how long that would take and I wasn’t sure I could be so mean as to tease and torture her until I was hard. “Pretty little girls who like to be tied up only get to cum with their daddy lets them, don’t they?”

“Yes, daddy,” she whined, her whole body shaking with lust. “Please, let me cum, daddy.”

It only took a couple of minutes before I was hard again and I quickly untied her hand again. “Do it to yourself, slut,” I said. As she busied herself with her cunt, I got behind her and shoved my hard cock deep inside her. I pumped in and out of her a couple of times as a low growl escaped the 12-year-old’s throat.

“Oh, God, Cock Master,” she said as I felt her body tense. “Oh, yeah, fuck me hard, Cock Master.” Her hand was busy and her hips were gyrating every which way. She tried to match my rhythm, but couldn’t concentrate. Her whole body seemed to vibrate as she came long and hard. “Make me cum. Watch me cum,” she panted. I fucked her the whole time she came and then pulled out.

I turned to see Maria standing in the doorway watching us. Once I’d noticed her and seeing I was finished, Maria stepped into the room. “Jeez, Amanda,” she said, causing Amanda to jump at the sound of her voice. “You’re a real slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Queen Maria,” she panted. “But, I can’t take anymore tonight.”

Maria just stepped over to the corner of the bed, caught Amanda’s free hand and retied it. “Oh, God, no, Maria,” whined Amanda. “Not again.” As Maria started to remove her own clothes, I stepped out of the room.