6. Fun fun fun for everyone.
I had actually been joking, after a fashion. It was not my intention to fuck my
daughter or her lover. But in any case, it was clear that nonconsentual bondage
and torture were going to be facts of life for both of them, so I decided to do
it right. I went to a supply shop and bought all kinds of stuff - whips,
restraints, dildoes, strap ons, etc.
I generally made them put on a sex-show for me before and/or after our
"spankings." I often made them kiss and make out naked on the porch before I
would let them in the house. Sometimes, when I felt reckless, I didn't allow
them in until one had made the other cum.
We played games. I would have them sixty-nine, and whoever came first had her
punishment doubled while the other's punishment was halved. Or I would
alternatively whip one and then the other, (on ass, breasts, or pussy, according
to my mood) and whoever screamed first had to submit to being fucked (in mouth,
ass, or pussy, depending on my mood) by a giant strap on until the other came. I
got pretty good at spotting fakes. Or I would, while whipping one of them, make
the other wait in some painful position. For example, I would sometimes have
them wait for their turn standing on one foot, the other being held up by the
big-toe, in turn being held up by the teeth, while their hands were cuffed
behind their back. If they dropped their foot, I would double their punishment
or something. This really hurt them - sometimes they started to bleed. They
almost never made it all the way through.
Once I jacked off several times during the day and saved up my cum in a cup.
That day I whipped them both on the nipples, and the first one to make a move to
protect herself with her hands had to drink the whole cup. They were used to
being restrained for a nipple-whipping, so it didn't take long for my daughter's
hands to jerk up to her breasts.
Bottoms up.
After that I made my semen a frequent feature of our play. I would make them
hold my cum in their mouths while they kissed each other deeply, or I would pour
it over one of their faces or one of their bosoms and have the other lick it
clean.
Sometimes, I would have them fingering or licking each other's clits while I
administered their spankings. Whipping the ass and legs of one who is
sixty-nining her girlfriend is truly wonderful - especially if she or her
girlfriend is your own daughter. Or I would whip one's breasts while the other
ate her out. Or I'd whip one's ass while she fucked the other ass with a huge
strap-on dildo.
There were new rules. Neither was allowed to cover herself in any way in the
house. They had to be nude, of course, before they could come into the house.
And in the morning, my daughter had to get dressed for school on the front
porch. She was not allowed to dry herself after her showers, since this would
entail covering herself with a towel, so she had to go out in the freezing cold
with her skin wet, making her clothes soaked when she put them on, and she had
to go to school with her hair soaking wet as well, which I am sure did wonderful
things for the imaginations of her little boy friends. The sheets were removed
from her bed permanently and the heat turned off at night. She had to cook me a
nice greasy breakfast every morning, and dinner at night if we didn't go out.
Greasy because I liked the taste and because she was guaranteed to get splashed
by the sputtering cooking oil several times per meal. If we went out, she had to
hold dildos in her ass or vagina or both, and she had to flash people her
breasts, ass, or pussy on command. Whether we ate at home or at a restaurant,
she had to pour at least a half-ounce of my cum over her food. Mackenzie, also
followed these rules when she ate with us or went out with us. They also had to
publicly French-kiss. They had to do it spontaneously, without my telling them.
And they had to occasionally stroke each others thighs or breasts, very casually
but very publicly. If we ordered out, they had to answer the door, of course.
Nude, of course.
The local delivery boys were thrilled to hear of the new nudists in town. The
local delivery girls for the most part refused to come to our house, which was
just as well.
So anyway, one day, I was on my way to bed, and passed my daughter's bedroom.
She was laying in a ball, shivering and crying softly, which encouraged tender
feelings for her in my emotional centers. I went into her room and she looked at
me, afraid.
Just so you'll know, this is not the part of the story where I finally fuck my
own torture-slut daughter. That's later.
What I did was, I approached her and softly took her feet by the ankles. She
continued to cry while I beheld her beautiful feet for a while. I stroked them
and massaged them. I then lifted them up, and using two pairs of handcuffs I had
lain on her chest-of-drawers some days earlier, I attatched one foot to each
side of the bed, so that her legs were raised and her feet exposed.
I guess my tender feelings touched some old fatherly memory, because the next
thing I did was, I began to tickle her feet. I had read this in the stories,
too, but had never understood the fascination until now. While I softly stroked
the bottoms of her feet, touching her gently, almost tenderly, she began to
wiggle, and then to writhe, as badly as she did during her worst spankings and
whippings. She even gruntd, and her face screwed up in a desperate attempt to
keep herself from telling me to stop. She wasn't laughing, that was for sure. I
began to get an erection watching her move so invitingly, in such obvious
embarrassment and a new kind of torment. And me hardly having to do any work.
After a long time of this, during which she finally began to cry openly and to
wail, "why, Dad? Please stop, Dad!" I began to kiss the bottoms of her feet, and
to run my tongue up and down thin. Her spread vagina was in my line of sight,
and I knew what I had to do.
It was a little uncomfortable, with the bedposts in the way, but I was
determined. I kissed, sucked, and gently bit my way down her legs, up to her
vagina. And then I licked her pussy-lips. She telegraphed her shock at the
sudden warmth and sexual pleasure with a sharp intake of breath. Her legs were
still restrained apart, so her reflexive, helpless attempts to close her legs
only increased my sudden eagerness. I penetrated her with my tongue, which made
her gasp and moan out loud, and I found her clitoris. I tongued it, sucked it,
chewed it a bit, and tongued it a bit more. I idly wondered if I was any match
for her bitch lover, but didn't really care. I just wanted to have this much
more power over my daughter - the power to make her cum.
When I wanted, not when she wanted. I felt her beginning to clench up tightly,
and I eased back, not yet allowing her to orgasm. When I felt her relax and sigh
in frustration I began with renewed vigor, bringing her again to the brink and
then stopping. Her whole body was now shaking uncontrollably as her pelvis
fought to get nearer my tongue and her mind fought against it. I toyed with her
five or six times, and then finally, I whole-heartedly ate her out until she
tensed up and her back arched and she came. And then I kept going, digging my
fingernails into her legs and her ass, keeping her orgasm going for a long long
time. It felt so good she was screaming. I reached up and pinched her nipple as
hard as I could, maintaining her clitoris's ecstatic tongue lashing. She bounced
up and down, up and down, her fists clenching the sides of her mattress tightly,
as she moaned and yelled in pleasure and pain.
And finally after a long long time, I stopped. I kissed her legs, and her tummy,
and each of her nipples. And then I got up off the bed and left her there, naked
on her cold bed, her feet cuffed to the bedposts, and went to bed.
And a week or so later, finally...
