TIED TO DADDY

BY VOV

I was passing the side of the garage when I first heard the muted sounds from within. I stopped to listen, quite willing to forgo the delights of gardening to discover what was happening in the garage. Having used it as a storeroom for a number of years, no one should have been in there. I leant closer to the wooden door at the side of the building, wincing as I saw the flaking paint and remembered Karen's urging to repaint it.

There were voices but too indistinct to say whose they were, or what they were saying. So I gripped the old door handle and, with a tug, pulled it open to step into the dim and cluttered interior.

Old furniture, crates and bundles of old clothes littered the garage and I had to pass an old cupboard before I could look into the depths of the garage, stopping when I saw Jody and Michael standing near the back wall.

"Hello kids. What are you doing in here?" I asked as I made my way past crates and old cases to step towards them.

My eleven year old son looked pale as he glanced at his elder sister, then stepped away to show he'd been trying to tie her wrists together with a length of old washing line. I looked from him to her, an eyebrow lifted as I waited.

"She asked me to Dad. It wasn't my idea," my son quickly told me as he saw me waiting for an explanation.

"Jody?" I asked while I watched her nervously squirm and, hot faced, try and pull her wrists from the incomplete bindings. She stopped and slumped, her head dropping as she began to softly weep.

"Michael. You best go now." I told my son. "And son," I added as he rushed past me on the way to the door, "I can forget about this, but only if I don't hear anything about it from you or your mother. Understand?" I asked.

"Yes dad," he nodded with obvious relief before rushing on towards the door.

It banged shut behind him making me wince as I thought of the repairs that I'd need to do on it shortly. Then my daughter had my full attention and I stepped up to her and sat back on a crate to take her hands and pull her gently towards me.

"What were you trying to do Jody?" I asked softly as I slowly unwound the plastic coated rope from her slender young wrists. She was only thirteen, and while she was so obviously growing into womanhood, I still thought of her as a young child.

"It was just a game. I thought it would be fun," she mumbled as she sniffed.

I pulled a tissue from my pocket and watched as she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Her eyes rose to briefly look into my own, then timidly fell again.

I reached out and pulled one of her slender wrists forward and turned the rope round it. "It's best tied like this," I told her, concentrating on the fair skin of her wrist and the rope I pulled tight. What did I think I was doing screamed a little voice at the back of my head. She's your daughter! She's thirteen for God's sake!

"Alright? Not too tight?" I asked. I watched her head nod, her pretty face and expression hidden by her hair. I took her other wrist and, pressing it to the first, drew the slender rope around it. In moments both wrists were bound tightly together and she was looking at it.

"What now?" I asked.

Jody shrugged and glanced at me, her expression unreadable. I glanced up and saw the steel joist crossing the open roof area. Without much thought or effort I swung the remaining rope over it and pulled on the end. Jody licked her lips as her arms were raised. I kept pulling, drawing the rope over the joist until she stood with her arms stretched over her head, her crop top lifted even further by her raised arms while her belly was sucked in. Her eyes turned to me as I tied it off to one of the handles on the crate, large and round as she swayed slightly.

"How do you feel?" I asked softly as I knelt down right in front of her.

"All right," she breathed softly, her face flushed and her eyes dilated as she glanced at me.

I nodded as I wondered what to do. If this had been a piece of fiction, something I was reading from the mrdouble site, then no doubt I would be undressing her by now, uncovering her darling little breasts that had all but flattened under her crop top. But this was real life and I would have to live with the consequences of my actions. She was staring at me, breathing deeply while her fair skin glowed and I smiled as a thought came to me.

There was a tea chest full of books close by. I pulled it forward, dragging it across the concrete floor until Jody was forced back by one of it's corners. Michael had left another length of rope and, picking it up, I leant and wrapped it around one of Jody's slim young ankle, her short skirt making it dead easy.

"Daddy?" she breathed, but I ignored her as I pulled the rope around the tea chest and tugged at her other ankle until she was forced to spread her legs. As a consequence the bulb of her skirt-clad crotch was forced onto the top edge of the chest.

Rising again I grinned at her startled face and glanced down at my watch. "Right. I'm going to leave you like this for five minutes, just to teach you a lesson," I grinned.

"Daddy!" Jody cried, her eyes widening as her wrists began to twist and turn in an effort to escape her bonds.

"Five minutes. Then I'll be back to untie you," I told her over my shoulder as I moved towards the back door. I reached it and looked to my side. The cupboard hid me from her and so she had no way of knowing that all I did was open and close the back door, remaining just out of her sight. Hardly breathing I stood there and listened to her.

I closed my eyes and listened to her quickening breath. The steel joist creaked as she leant against it and shuffling sounds made me imagine her pressing herself more firmly to the tea chest. Her breath grew louder and I began to sense a rhythm in the creaking of the crate and the joist. I could picture her now, legs bent astride the tea chest, her groin working to press her crotch into the hard corner while her body swayed from her bound arms. Her quickening breath told me she was succeeding. Occasionally she gasped or groaned, but in the main she panted with her ever quickening breath.

I couldn't stand it and, hidden from her view, quickly and silently pulled my trousers open to take my raging erection in hand. I stood there, stroking myself to the tempo of the creaking joist and biting my lip as I came immediately after her little joyous cry.

I waited the last two minutes in silence, calming the turmoil in my mind and putting the brand new fantasies away for another time. My shoe quietly slid over the drops of sperm lying on the concrete at my feet while I schooled my breathing until I felt normal again. The burning on my face and ears receded and my cock slowly took on the sleeping dragon of respectable parenthood. I opened and closed the door as if returning and smiled at my daughter as if nothing untoward had happened, as if I hadn't listened to her working her bound body up against the willing edge of the tea chest to bring her tender thirteen year old body off.

I knelt and undid her ankles, working hard to not lift my face and stare at her slender thigh as it slid under the short canopy of her skirt. I breathed deeply through my nose though, wanting to inhale her scent and compare it to that of her mother.

Her legs free I pulled the chest away, forcing myself to not stare at the corner that had been pushed into her. I wanted to press my mouth and nose to the tin edging. I wanted to know if it was warm or damp. Yet I undid the end of the other rope and smiled as Jody relaxed her arms and sighed with relief.

"Poor baby," I murmured, taking her in my arms and drawing her towards an old armchair. Sitting on it I pulled Jody onto my lap and drew my arms around her slender young waist while her own pressed lovingly to my chest. Her face was beside my own, lying so sweetly against my shoulder as my hands wondered down to gently cup her bottom and thigh. "Alright?" I asked.

"Yes Daddy," she breathed softly, her breath perfumed with toothpaste, tea and toffee.

"Well, the next time you want to play strange games, you come to me first, not your little brother," I told her, lightly slapping her bottom with one hand while the other drew her hair from her pretty face. She smiled timidly and blushed while looking down. I also glanced down, unable any longer to steer my eyes from her body. The stiffened nipples of her little breasts made little bumps in her crop top and I looked hurriedly up, smiling softly as she looked at me. "Now go off and play properly," I told her, another excuse to gently spank her bottom, another opportunity to admire the slimness of her thighs as she rose.

The door having closed behind her I sat and considered, once again wishing this was a fantasy land in which police, ethics, neighbours and wives didn't exist, in which no one would be hurt if I bound my sweet pubescent daughter over a suitable stool and taught her the meaning of sex. Unable to stop myself I released my cock again and began to rub it, coming quickly, my body twisted to let my sperm splatter the side of the armrest.

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The week went by, somehow. The crisp fantasies forged in the garage became worn and smudged with use and only the repeated sightings of Jody kept them alive for me. Whether she was in her school uniform or jeans and sweatshirt, the memory of her quickening breath and short little gasps made my manhood awake.

I tried to keep everything usual but Karen was acting especially nice to me, no doubt because we'd done it twice more than was regular for us, or perhaps she liked me holding her wrists down as I pounded into her? I'd have to find out somehow.

There was a new sense of awareness between my daughter and I, something difficult to express in words. She had certainly awoken something in me I hadn't realised was there, a panther lurking behind the father figure, watching and waiting for the moment to strike. For a time I worried that I had gone too far and overstepped the boundaries of decent parenting. Well, of course I had, but had I harmed her? Slowly, over a few days of watching her skip home after school, laugh at Michael and I as we played and help her mother with the cooking I felt she hadn't been harmed and I dismissed the idea.

If I had ever been aware of the odd glimpse of her panties or the edge of a little breast it had been with the thought of how my little girl was growing. Now it was with the thought of texture and feel, of taste and moisture. And as I pounded my wife's slick love tunnel in the depth of the night, the most recent glimpse of little cotton panties or gently curved breasts would come to mind, ropes binding her in the background.

A week past and my preoccupation with my daughter's growing sexuality had only reduced in intensity, not in frequency. I had only to look at her for all sorts of sexual images to crowd in and I fervently hoped none of it showed. But I was convinced all fathers went through this as their daughters grew from young children into young women.

Saturday rolled around and I found myself in the garage again. I repeatedly told myself I was there to tidy up the mess of things we'd carelessly dumped in there over the years, yet the rope was carefully put in the corner and my eyes felt pulled to the tea chest to which she'd been pressed.

An hour of work and the place looked little different, except for Jody. She stepped in and licked her lips, a tight pair of jeans moulded to her long slender legs, pulled taut across her growing hips to leave her waistband loose around her tiny waist. She watched for a bit, her hands in her back pockets, her arms forcing her chest forward, pert young breasts pushed against her T-shirt.

"Yes?" I asked, my heart hammering.

She looked about her, her cheeks warming and her eyes darting away from me. She saw the rope and licked her lips again. "Are you going to keep it?" she asked, nodding towards where it was coiled.

"You want another lesson?" I asked casually.

She shrugged, her face glowing as she stepped casually closer to me. "If you want," she murmured.

I smiled and pointed towards the back of the garage, leading her between stacked cases and chests to an area relatively hidden from elsewhere. Not that I had prepared it like that of course.

The rope was here and her wrist was held out, her eyes big and round as she watched it being turned around her fair skin and tightened.

"You like it tight?" I asked. She nodded, nothing said while she breathed deeply and watched me pull her other wrist to the first to bind them tightly together. Her breath quickened while she just gazed at her bound wrists and my own excitement began to grow and swell, tingling pleasantly as a prelude to aching with hardness.

I turned her from me, my hands on her narrow shoulders feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin T-shirt she wore. There was no strap under the thin cotton and I was suddenly imagining her firm young breasts nude under the thin T-shirt, suspended there waiting for my hands to encompass them. I showed her the old free standing coat hanger, the long wrought iron column from which the coat hooks branched out at its top. It was tall, far taller than her five feet, but I stood it a couple of feet from the back wall and let it tip to lean against it, then pushed her astride the slender iron column to pull her bound wrists over one of the hooks.

Stepping back I admired my thirteen year old daughter stretched up to the hook, her legs shaking as she stood astride the iron column. The denim of her jeans was like a second skin to her teenage rump, the seam digging deep into her bottom and sex, outlining their curves to me.

I took the second rope and tied each of her ankles to the handles of crates, pulling her legs apart and lowering her crotch until it was pressed to the iron column. I watched her while she sobbed and panted with the effort to remain still.

"There," I said as I stood and smiled at her flushed face. She looked back at me beseechingly while her chest heaved with her breathing and I stepped forward to rest my hand on the small of her back. "Alright Jody?" I asked. She nodded and swallowed, her breathing so quick and loud. I looked down at my hand and, below it, a small bit of her panties where the waistband of her jeans gaped from her bent back. I wanted to slide my hand down and feel those warm cotton knickers. I wanted to expose myself in front of her and hear her beg to put me in her mouth.

She began to move, for all intense and purposes trying to escape her bonds. And yet I could see the sharp rise of her pubis being pushed against the iron column and hear her whine as she swivelled her pelvis to press herself more fully to it.

"Tied and bound," I murmured, my hand sliding up her back and pulling her T-shirt up along with it. Her back was lovely and my hand slid over the firm warm skin down to the small of her back. "Can't get free, can you?" I teased, licking my lips as I saw her spread legs tense, then her bottom begin to swivel as she rotated her pubis on the iron bar.

"Aren't you going to leave me?" Jody asked, her face looking so pretty with her flushed skin and cheery red lips.

"Not this time Jody," I told her as I too licked my lips. "I like watching you try to escape," I breathed, once again looking at that little snip of panties in view under her gaping jeans. "Go on," I urged. "Wriggle your best," I suggested, my hand moving round to feel her slender waist, so close to those pretty little knickers.

Panting breathlessly Jody hung her head and whimpered, her young nubile pelvis squirming all over again. And I watched and stroked her back and exposed waist. I looked adoringly down at her tossing bottom, so cute in the tight denim. I looked at her stretched thighs, watching the play of youthful muscle under the skin-tight denim as she ground her crotch down upon the iron stand. I looked at her T-shirt and watched her little breasts move with her, the cotton pushed up by her stiff little nipples.

"Come on Jody. Try harder," I urged. And she did, sobbing so lovingly as she humped the narrow iron column to which she'd been bound.

"Argh!" she cried, her pelvis jerking as she pressed it savagely to the iron, her whole slender young body held taut as she strained. And I watched, knowing my daughter was spending, that she'd experienced an orgasm right in front of her watching father. And as she slumped and dragged in fresh gulps of air, she turned her lovely flushed face and let her eyes slide along my legs to my crotch, stopping there to gaze at the bulge that had formed.

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Guilt consumed me. I wanted to tell her what we'd done was wrong but couldn't bring myself to. I turned away from her looks and felt my chest tighten with nervousness whenever she was close. I hid myself behind the thought that I'd done nothing wrong. I hadn't touched her sexually. Playing with ropes was hardly abuse, and all she'd done was struggle playfully to escape. It was only my dirty mind that had made it look as if she'd had an orgasm.

Karen softly begged me to hold her down as I rose above her, sliding into her welcome wetness. So I held her two wrists together over her head while I roughly caressed her breasts with my other. I whispered that I was holding her down and she whimpered as I thrust, her head tossing as she pretended to try and escape me. We came quickly, her sudden and intense orgasm making her sex burn as it gripped me. And I came, sobbing with my passion, pouring my seed into her as I pictured that little bit of my daughter's knickers showing between her back and her jeans.

"Is something wrong Daddy?" Jody asked one evening as she crept up for her goodnight kiss.

"No darling, of course not," I smiled and lied, reaching out to drag her uncomplaining onto my lap. And I held my breath and tried not to look down the loose neck of her loose nighty and see her firm young breasts, twin cones tipped with little soft nubbins. I kissed her forehead and hugged her, surrounding myself with the scent of my freshly bathed young girl and trying not to recall how she'd looked and sounded in the garage, how erotic the swivelling of her young pelvis had appeared in her tight jeans.

"Why don't you use one of your old ties to tie my wrists together?" Karen softly asked as she cuddled up to me in bed that night, her nighty already removed, a clear indication she was willing to have sex.

With mixed emotions I gathered several, grinning at her past my erection as I stood over her stretching one out ready to bind her. She offered up her wrists and I tied them tightly together before grinning down into her flushed face. Leaning over her I tied them to the headboard, holding myself still while she lifted her head to take the tip of my swollen manhood into her mouth.

"Just one more thing to do," I whispered and, taking another tie, slid it around her ankle before pulling it towards the corner of the bed.

"Dave!" Karen gasped, her eyes wide in the half-light from the street lamp.

I grinned and grabbed hold of her other ankle, easily riding her attempts to free it while I wrapped the last tie around it, then drew it firmly to the other corner of the bed.

"No David! No, enough is enough," she panted.

I climbed between her stretched out and struggling thighs. I kissed her heaving belly and tossing bust as I crept into position, listening to her struggle and pant, even whine as she tried to escape the probe of my rearing cock.

I shoved into her with one firm push and grinned down at her startled and breathless face. "You like it really, don't you?" I grinned as I felt her cunt explode about my throbbing lance. She thrashed beneath me, crying out with her pleasure, the whole bed moving as her limbs fought to get loose.

As she calmed I began to fuck her, sliding smoothly into her overheated body. Panting hotly she rose to meet me, her eyes on mine. She sobbed her love for it and begged me to hold her down more firmly and thrust harder, all of which I did, quickly mounting my own orgasm whine another made her body arch against my own.

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That following Saturday I struggled with myself but stayed out of the garage. Instead I finally attacked the garden, watching with a mixture of relief and sadness as Jody waved on her way out with her mother. I fantasised about what might have been as I dug out weeds and loosened the soil, mowed the grass and watered the plants.

It was about three o'clock when, standing at the door to my shed with a cup of tea in my hand, I saw Jody return. She grinned and waved as she came down the path, stopping at the garage door to look at me as she opened it and stepped inside.

I followed, like a moth drawn to a flame, closing the door firmly behind me to find her already in the corner sliding the rope between her fingers. I took it from her and watched with a hammering heart as she pulled her jumper off. The light summer top she wore was little more than a vest, the garment too small for her, the material pulled tightly around the sweet curve of thirteen year old breasts. Half formed they thrust out from her chest, two cones tipped with stiffened nipples. Even their colour showed through the stretched cotton, a burnished strawberry pink that had my mouth watering as if I'd eaten the fruit.

She held her wrists out, offering them to me as she looked up at me, her expression unreadable. I took one wrist but made her gasp as I pulled it behind her back, drawing the other to it to bind them together behind her. Then a couple of loops around her upper arms, pulling them together in the knowledge that her chest would be forced out and those lovely little breasts pushed more firmly into the thin cotton concealing them.

Her cheeks were brightly flushed when I turned her to face me, her nipples hard. I looped the rope around her upper body and pulled it tight so it bit into the soft flesh of her upper arms and her breasts. Her eyes took on a longing look as she gazed up at me, her mouth open as she breathed.

Then her ankles. Binding each to a rope I fed it through the handles of crates, then slowly pulled. Jody panted and sobbed as she was forced to move her legs further and further apart, finally stopping when her legs were stretched wide apart, her thighs straining to keep her erect and her skirt pulled taut between them.

"Do you like this position?" I asked while my heart hammered and my mouth grew dry. She shook her head and panted, her eyes begging me for something she'd never put into words.

"No," I agreed. "Because you can't push yourself against it, can you?" I teased. Jody sobbed and looked down, her body shaking. And I knelt and looked into her hot face as my fingers traced the rippling muscles of her thighs up towards her crotch. Her breath burst from her and her eyes shot to mine, the pupils dilated and the irises wide as my fingers played with the warm firm flesh just below her crotch.

"Can't escape darling," I shook my head and stared into her eyes as I reached the thick cotton gusset pressed tightly to her crotch and ran my fingers along the warm wet fabric.

A long thin whine slid from Jody's throat as her body jerked, her pelvis whipping forward onto my hand. Her back arched and those lovely little breasts seemed to strain to lift towards my face. Her head was flung back, her long neck exposed for feasting upon as she shook. And my fingers felt the wash of hot liquid slide into her knickers and knew she'd come.

I released her and held her, seated in the old armchair again with her curled up against my chest, neither of us willing to speak, just enjoying the closeness of the other while we came to terms with our new relationship. The future could wait and the implications didn't bare thinking about. For now we just wanted to be close, to know we loved each other and trusted each other with our secret.

I stroked her hair and kissed her brow. Turning her head up she stretched to gently kiss me on the lips, a quick slide of her warm lips on mine that send an electric excitement down into the pit of my stomach.

"Will you do it again?" she asked me softly.

"What, now?" I asked.

She nodded, two bright points on her cheeks, her eyes quickly lowering.

So I found an old chair and tied her to it, her arms behind her, her legs spread apart to be fastened to each of the front legs. I wrapped rope tightly around her trunk and chest to contort her young breasts, and a final turn that pulled her mouth open and gagged her.

She struggled so adorably as I took my time in stroking her inner thighs. I Then enjoyed myself slipping her skirt up, uncovering her as she snorted through her nose and quivered. Had she come yet I wondered as I feasted my eyes on her cute little knickers that were crunched up between her spread legs? I ran my fingers along her gusset and looked into her eyes as I felt the sodden material and the open little slit beneath it. With a gentle press and rub I brought her off once more, urging her on with soft words as she strained in her bonds, her whole body held taut through her pleasure.

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I hadn't chewed my nails since I had been ten, and yet I could easily start again as both Jody and Karen seemed to compete for my attention that evening. I could only blush and shrug at my wife's raised eyebrows as Jody demanded yet another cuddle. And how could I placate my jealous looking daughter as Karen smiled and drew me into a passionate embrace, kissing me with her long tongue extended, or pushed back against me to swivel her bottom against my crotch. I felt sorry for Michael, even though he seemed oblivious to it all.

It was with relief that I kissed the kids goodnight and settled them down for bed. To go downstairs and find that Karen had been out shopping. She blushed brightly as she showed me the wrist and ankle cuffs from the bag, then shed her jumper to brazenly pose in a bra that was no more than leather straps that forced her melon like breasts out for me to adore.

We stripped in the sitting room, the kids hardly asleep upstairs as I pressed the wrist cuffs together behind her back and forced Karen to her knees to slobber on my stiffness. She had never really enjoyed putting me into her mouth, yet now she sucked and licked eagerly, my hands in her hair to guide her back and forth along my shaft.

Then I went behind her and, pushing her forward, took her from behind, another rare treat that made me cry out with my release, her sobs of delight coming immediately after my own.

Released, she came to cling to me, holding me in a fierce and naked embrace on the couch while the TV played in the background as an attempt to mask our passionate cries. Many men might envy me, but I dreaded the future and what it might bring. I dearly loved Karen and hated the thought of going behind her back. I loved my kids too. I loved my whole life, and yet I had put all of it in jeopardy the moment I had taken advantage of my daughter's particular likes.

"What are you thinking of?" Karen asked dreamily from my chest.

"Nothing," I murmured as you often do when your mind just drifts across un-solvable problems.

"How did it go with Jody this afternoon?" she asked.

I heard her words and stared at the ceiling. Did she mean? How could she know? She must mean something else, but what? How could I answer? And the seconds were ticking by and the silence was growing longer.

Karen lifted her head to turn and softly smile at me. "Jody came to me on Friday and we had a long talk," she murmured before she settled on my chest again, this time her hand sliding around my cock to imprison the soft member in her fist. "She wasn't sure what to do. The poor girl was so confused, driven by her awakening sexuality and yet frightened that she'd get beaten up in her new relationship," Karen told me.

"So you told her to come to me?" I murmured.

"Mm," she murmured, looking down at her hand as she began to slowly stroke me. "She looked very happy at tea," she murmured.

I nodded, my breath quickening as my cock telescoped.

"What did you do?" she asked. "She came? How did you tie her? Did you expose her, look at her? Did she see you hard? Tell me everything," she murmured as she slid her mouth down onto me.

Between pants and gasps of excitement I relayed all that had happened in the garage. Then Karen rose and straddled me, looking into my eyes as she settled herself upon me, burying me in her hot wet cunt.

"You've got two women to tie up and abuse now, haven't you?" she whispered as she began to rise and fall upon me.

My cock slid deeply into her and I groaned as I felt myself surrounded by her hot wetness. She moved up and down on me, always watching my expression while I delighted in watching her breasts bounce and my cock slide between her extended love lips.

"I want you to tie us together," she panted, colour rising to her skin.

"You and Jody," I gasped, my pelvis lifting to push hard into her.

"Yes! Tie us head to tail and take us in turn!" she gasped, her eyes closing.

I sobbed as I reached up to grip her waist and hold her down on my as I flooded her. And she cried out and swivelled her pelvis on me, her wetness pouring over my pubes and balls.

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"You know, I meant what I said last night," Karen told me the following morning as we fondly cuddled before rising.

I licked my lips, remembering Jody in the garage, her young legs apart, her skirt hiked up to expose the bulb and gusset of her panties. Such cute little panties too. Karen softly giggled as she felt me harden.

"Shall we? Or do you want to wait until we can get Jody on her own?"

My cock answered for me, jumping at the thought of being guided by her mother into revealing herself to me.

Karen rose and grinned at my hard cock as she casually covered her nakedness with her gown, then she was gone and I lay back to let my erection subside before I joined her for breakfast with the kids.

"So what's everyone doing today?" Karen asked as we finished our juice, tea and toast.

"The door to the garage," I volunteered.

"Can I go and play at Billy's?" Michael asked.

Karen and I both nodded and looked towards Jody.

"I'll just stay here and do some homework," she shrugged, her cheeks glowing as she glanced timidly towards me. I smiled and winked and her face grew still warmer.

And suddenly things were moving too fast for me. Suddenly my smiling wife was in control as she packed Michael off to his friend with some extra money should he want to go to the pictures or have a snack at a burger bar. And I was in the kitchen watching Jody reach into a shopping bag to bring out some brand new lengths of climbing rope.

Karen returned and kissed her daughter warmly on the cheek before taking her hand to lead her towards our bedroom, her eyes telling me to follow them. I did, my eyes held by Jody's tossing skirt as she climbed the stairs, slender thighs on display while her mother's larger buttocks revolved under her night gown. Her wicked smile and Jody's flushed face said it all.

We reached our room and I took the rope from Jody and selected one to tied her wrists together. Karen sat on the bed and watched, her face as flushed as her daughter's as I tightened the knot and pulled her towards the door. Looping it over the top, I tied the rope around the handle to leave Jody stretched up against it, her panting breath loud in the small room.

"Are you going to force me to watch?" Karen asked, a hand drawing her gown aside so he other hand could slide between her legs and begin fondling her sex. I watched her fingertip slip between her full vulva and licked my lips as I recalled her musk. "Please don't," she begged me to with her eyes.

I pulled her hand from her crotch, her little cry of frustration building my excitement, and tied her wrists behind her, then drew the rope to her ankles to tie those together. It forced my wife to kneel beside the bed facing out bound daughter, and she loved it.

Stepping to Jody I did what I'd been dreaming of for weeks and ran my hands down her lightly clothes body. She tossed and whined but there was no escape as I finally got to squeeze the ripening gourds of her teenage breasts and feel the stubby little nipples burn into my palm. I pulled her T-shirt up and bared them so I could stroke the stretched little morsels and finger her nipples, kissing and breathing on her neck while she sobbed and panted.

My hands slid down her chest and stroked the firm flesh of her belly, all the while Karen kneeling close by sobbing frustratedly as she tried escaping her bonds.

I knelt and, almost breathless with desire, lifted Jody's short skirt to bare her adorable little bottom. Thick white cotton knickers were pulled into her bum and her cherubic bottom tossed and turned as I feasted my eyes on them. Then to touch, to feel her silken skin and the curve of her body, to listen to her sob and pant, to smell her apple blossom scent and know she was excited.

I turned her so she faced us, not caring that her skirt fell into place again because I had reached for another length of rope and was tying it swiftly around one precious little knee.

"Oh God Jody!" Karen gasped from behind me. "He's going to tie your legs apart!" she sobbed.

I grinned and looked up into my daughter's flushed face as I tightened the loop around her knee. She couldn't have grown more flushed and her whine was delicious as I began pulling at her knees.

"Mummy!" she squealed as my hands began drawing her skirt up again. "Mummy!" she cried, squirming so lovingly within her bonds. I bared her panty-clad loins and tucked her skirt into her waistband before running my hands over the soft and warm cotton, tracing her curved flesh down to her vulva where I could sense her moist excitement without having to go between her tense legs.

"That's it. Keep looking at you mummy," I told her as I gently lowered the front of her knickers to plant a kiss on the sinking plain of her abdomen.

"Mummy!" Jody screeched, and I knew she was coming, just knew she was in the throws of her orgasm as my tongue tasted her sweet young flesh and my fingers lowered her knickers enough to begin uncovering her silk like pubic hair.

My cock lurched with fresh and intense excitement as I saw those first little hairs spring so cutely from her lowering panties. My very own thirteen year old daughter, the one from whom I could smell the young musk from as her breath slowly recovered from her sudden orgasm. I was so close to coming that I couldn't stand it any further and pulled away from her to climb quickly to my feet and pull my trousers open.

Karen gazed up at me adoringly as I stepped up to her. Her mouth opened while her eyes remained on my face, watching me as her lovely hot mouth completed what my daughter's lovely body had begun. With a cry I thrust harshly into her mouth to spend, my first time spurting into my wife's mouth. Fifteen years of marriage and all of a sudden our sex life had altered beyond all comparison. I gripped her hair and thrust again, my hot seed exploding out of me, her mouth working as she sucked for more and swallowed what was there.

Far from relieving me, the release into my wife's hot mouth only made me harder, if slightly less sensitive. Judy watching us with eyes that were as large as half of her pretty little face had something to do with it. Bound to the door with her knees held well apart and her knickers slightly lowered at the front did the rest.

I pulled from my wife's thirsty mouth and slid back to my knees in front of my sweet daughter, only now my trousers and pants had slid down to my knees and my cock bobbed in front of me for both females to admire and stare at.

I reached for Jody's knickers and began peeling the fabric down again, my breath held as I watched her soft nubile pubic hair unfurl on the top of her smoothly rounded Venus Mound. I breathed my love of her as milky flesh turned softly towards her crotch and near sobbed with delight as I saw her smooth edged slit appear, the skin so lovingly pink.

I dropped my mouth and kissed her shaking flesh, then slid my tongue out to gently probe the sticky apex of her slit, to feel her pelvis jerk against my mouth and hear her sob her delight. I didn't need the flood of sweet wetness of my tongue tip to know she'd come yet again and my hands slid round her little body to grip her tight little bottom and hold her thrust out to me so I could finish licking her sweet spend.

"Jesus darling! Take her!" Karen panted from behind me.

I rose and pulled Jody's head back to put my lips to hers, thrust my tongue between pearly teeth to fill her little hot mouth with her own flavour and wondered if she'd ever tasted herself. My hand swept down to feel the soft curls at the junction of her thighs and she groaned into my mouth, panting and sobbing, levering her crotch forward in an effort to have a part of me, any part, pierce her.

On my knees again I tried puling her panties down so I could take her but her parted knees wouldn't let the little garment go any further down than the top of her thighs.

"In the bedside draw!" Karen panted.

There were scissors there, gleaming stainless steel that caught Jody's eyes as they opened close to her legs and slid across her knickers. The thick cotton parted grudgingly before sliding down trembling legs to the rope cutting into her knees. Her sex was bared, lovely and slender pink lips gleaming with her excitement.

Breathless with excitement I stared at the parted labia, the bright and tender pink skin, the gleam of wetness and the brighter pink within. Then I was rising and pulling her crotch forward with a tight grip on her little bottom, my body aching as I contorted my back and legs to be able to bring myself up against her.

Legs bent, my back arched to better peer up under her crotch, I pulled her pelvis further forward and thrust.

"Yes!" I heard Karen cry as Jody's eyes widened, becoming nearly as large as the round oval of her mouth. I thrust again, my chest and arms hurting. My cock went in to be surrounded by gripping heat. It drove me on, made me thrust where I thought I didn't have the strength. The door banged as I drove into my lovely little daughter, my ears ringing to her squeal.

I was in her, buried to the hilt in her hot tightness while my hands cupped her little tight bottom. And she was whimpering in my ear, her body warm against my own. I could hear Karen panting behind me and, with a long groan, pulled my cock from the fierce embrace of Jody's virgin pussy. Little streams of blood coated my shaft to be pushed to the base as I slid firmly back into my daughter, gasping with the sweet embrace of her cunny.

"Oh daddy!" Jody gasped.

"Yes baby. Yes," I panted, my throbbing cock feeling her pussy quiver hotly around me. "Daddy's fucking his little baby," I sobbed, my cock feeling so hard as her heat wormed into me.

"Yes, yes. Fuck her little pussy!" Karen sobbed.

I did, thrusting back and forth, panting in time with my quickening thrusts. Jody squealed as she came, her young body stiffening as she sailed off on her orgasm. And I thrust twice more before I felt my own orgasm roll over me, sweeping me up with it's cascade of sensation, jerking me like a puppet as my sperm shot into my little girl's vagina.

"Let me, let me!" Karen begged, contorting herself to pull her body close to us.

With a sob I pulled from Jody, sliding out of her to turn and thrust myself into Karen's face. And, panting hotly, she took my softening member into her mouth to lick and suck the rich coating of juices from me, squealing around my root as she felt my fingers slide around her stiff little clitoris and pull on it.

I looked up from Karen's bent body and gazed at my bound daughter, watching her staring at her mother suckling me and licking her lips while her blood stained juices trickled slowly down her thighs towards the slender rope holding her legs apart. I smiled.