Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc., B&D Author: W R Jenkins Title: Daddy Sees a Man Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Daddy Sees a Man - (dadsees.txt) - How much longer can this circus continue? Until Cindy is 80 as far as she's concerned. Life is complex and takes a long time to learn. And poor Cindy only seems to learn when there's a cock in her. M/F anal, oral, inc., B&D "I don't want to talk about it. I want to fuck!" Goings and comings, inevitable delays, it was nearly three weeks that Cindy had to endure her mother. It was too short, according to her mother, but Cindy trapped her into confessing a two week visit would give Daddy all the proof of cooperation he needed. She hadn't been celibate and didn't think Daddy had been, but that was different than fucking Daddy. When they fucked they shared a closeness only father and daughter can have. "You don't want to hear about my days?" Bill Keller teased as Cindy was throwing her clothes on the floor in her haste to be naked. "You can talk and fuck," Cindy said, naked fists on naked hips. "I've heard you." "Don't you want to go to your room?" Daddy asked. "I'll rip those clothes off..." Cindy threatened. "Now, now, I'm not a rich man," Daddy cautioned as he began to undress. He had to bring it up. He didn't know what he was saying and he had to bring it up. There was no reason for Cindy to feel guilty over anything she did, and she had enough excuses if she did, but it took the edge off their reunion. "You have to lick my pussy because you're so slow!" Cindy condemned Daddy as he stripped down to his shorts. "How can I live with the shame?" Bill chuckled. It was just the thing to put Cindy in the mood and remind her that Daddy was Daddy and no one else was. She sighed most happily when Daddy showed his own eagerness by cutting his feast short to crawl up her body and push his prick in her. That he wanted her so much was better than any orgasm on his tongue. It was all right with Daddy fucking her. No other little trespass, no other spurt of affection mattered with Daddy breathing on her neck, stuffing her with his cock. She could think of Robert Denver tying her up and fucking her with objectivity while Daddy was pounding her pussy with Daddy cock. This was what she wanted. This is where she belonged, under Daddy with him stroking in and out to their shared delight. Nothing could ever be as nice. "I missed you, Daddy," Cindy said when they had come to their climactic conclusion. "So I gathered from you not being able to even wait to go upstairs," Bill said. "Didn't you get any in San Diego?" Cindy wasn't ready to answer that yet. She countered with her own question. "What about you? Who did you fuck?" Cindy asked. "No one you know, unless you know someone called Emily," Daddy said smugly. "How did Stanton like that?" Cindy asked, eager to keep him on the subject. "I think Stanton is a pussy man," Bill said. "He appreciates a tight ass, but he loves pussy." Well, Cindy should have known. It hadn't taken Emily long to jump in after Daddy and Stanton had demonstrated on Cindy and it stood to reason Emily would bring it home. "Stanton still your master?" Cindy asked. "That's a good question," Bill said. "I get a lot of freedom for being so docile and still jump at anything Emily says, but I think Stanton suspects." "I bet Stanton knows," Cindy said. "Emily is soft for him and she probably told him the truth." "Well, it hasn't made any difference in his eagerness," Bill said. "He hasn't run off in disgust." Cindy recalled it had been about dire consequences for Stanton. Relieved of his fear, she could see him adapting to anything. She had some data on that herself. "Well, San Diego sucks!" Cindy said vehemently. "Is that why...?" Daddy pointed meaningfully at her pussy. "I don't mean literally," Cindy feigned frustration. "And it might be because the bitch lives there. "How is your mother?" Daddy asked to tease her. "Well, she's not a bitch, cunt or whore at dinner or her new husband has a fit," Cindy reported. "But she's all of them the rest of the time." "I take it you and Kevin didn't... become close," Bill insinuated. "Not even me and James," Cindy said, but she felt the time for her own story approaching. "Maybe he didn't know what she was like when she deserted you and turned up on his doorstep like a wet cat, so I don't hate him," Cindy padded to delay saying the rest, "But she's lived with her long enough to throw her out and hasn't, so I don't like him. No, no footsies with Kevin." "You didn't go without!" Bill feigned horror. "No," Cindy started and paused. "What happened?" Bill prompted with a look of concern. "Nothing so dreadful," Cindy sighed, "It was just... weird." She eased into the part with the college boys, meeting Angela and then, with a sigh, told him she'd been on the yacht. The reaction she expected from him was her own. He was grinning, trying to guess ahead. Once she jumped in, she was regaling him with every dirty detail of her own adventure and the others. "So Angela's boyfriend jumped right on the pile?" Daddy asked. "And she wasn't there to see. Fucking a foot of black cock, she told me later," Cindy said. "How did you like it?" Bill asked. She explained her reasons for giving Angela her turn and Daddy didn't ask why she didn't go later. She waited until she saw he wasn't going to and then regaled him with the topless hailing in the bay. "So my little girl has a rich boyfriend," Daddy said. "I guess Daddy can start to take it easy now." "Not by trying to get out of fucking me," Cindy said sternly. The rest of the touching reassurances of eternal devotion were interrupted by the front door. Cindy went scrambling for clothes and Bill turned to look over the back of the sofa. "You're home!" came Emily's glad voice. Cindy stopped in mid-motion, pulling on panties, just in time to catch Emily as she flew into her arms. Without hesitation, Emily kissed her, and jammed her tongue into Cindy's mouth. "We've missed you, but we've made do," Emily said after the kiss. "Daddy said," Cindy told her. "What about you?" Emily asked. "Didn't you guys come to fuck?" Cindy said to evade a second telling so soon and nodding to Stanton who was still near the door. "We did," Emily confirmed, "But now I guess I have to share." It was odd, heartfelt, but odd. Cindy kept stealing glances over at Daddy fondling Emily. It was only good manners to offer his services and accept Stanton. She had just fucked Daddy anyway. Emily accepted with more gratitude for the gesture than the opportunity. At least that's how it seemed to Cindy. It wasn't the worst thing to fuck Stanton. He'd come right along since the first time he'd fucked her. As he slid into her wet slit, Cindy mused how far. There was a caged energy in Stanton, compared to Daddy. He was steadier at first, more deliberate, but Cindy could feel the animal waiting to be released. Daddy was eager right along, peaks and valleys, and then the charge to climax. Stanton unleashed the beast after a while and then let it ravage Cindy to the same destination. She was able to enjoy Stanton's cock ramming into her over the distraction of Daddy fucking Emily. He was familiar, comfortable enough that she could relax as he fucked her and still get the benefit while dealing with Daddy humping Emily happily. She was glad Emily was having a good time. It was the reason she suggested the switch in the first place. She wasn't really jealous that Daddy was putting it to another woman, a whole lot less than the first time she'd seen him fuck Emily. There was only the niggle that it was *her* cock and she wasn't getting the benefit. Having Stanton fuck her well made that seem selfish, but Cindy couldn't help the way she felt. And she didn't mind, not really. "Damn Cindy! You've gotten tighter!" Stanton huffed as he pumped harder into her. He was excited enough to think she had. Cindy was jerked back to the one fucking her as Stanton went at her with such vigor. There was plenty between her legs to keep her attention on his deep, hard thrusts and set her gasping as he slapped her pussy lips most effectively. She had missed, and probably for the best, Daddy cumming in Emily in the action of her own pleasure with Stanton. The men were exchanging knowing grins as they lay atop the ecstasy quieted women. It felt like family, certainly to Cindy. "Now - tell me everything," Emily told Cindy. Emily wanted too many details about the way Denver tied Cindy up. It was too plain she was trying to visualize the contraption so she could make one of her own. Cindy couldn't tell Emily anything without Emily wanting to try. She was a far cry from the proper girl Cindy had assumed and most everyone else still did. She was just as smart as everyone thought, however. She heard Cindy's ambivalence in her cadence and words she used. She was nodding with understanding at things that didn't need understanding before Cindy was half-way through her story. "So this Robert guy, he was something, huh?" Emily cautiously approached what Cindy didn't say out loud. "He was weird. And way rich," Cindy tried to confound what Emily had discerned. "A play boy type. He's forgotten all about me." "I don't know him and I don't care, but you haven't forgotten and I care about you," Emily said with sober emphasis. "No, but I was lonely and he reminded me of Daddy," Cindy tried another distraction. "I'm sure that's what it was." "You expect me to believe that or are you hoping you will? Because it's not and we both know it," Emily said sternly. "He may have reminded you of your father and that's why you feel what you do." "But what can I do about it?" Cindy shrugged. "He's in San Diego and I don't have any claim to him." "That's better," Emily said. "Admitting you have a problem is the first step." They laughed over that. Cindy saw the humor in the rig Emily had fashioned but it wasn't a laughing matter. Cindy looked it over critically before she said anything. "You just want to try it, right?" she asked Emily. Upon Emily's affirmative nod, Cindy said, "Then it can be a lot easier, and safer, than this." Cindy had absorbed more of Denver's lecture on the simplicity of immobilizing women than she thought. She had a valid concern about him gagging her with his cock at the time and was surprised how much she retained. Instead of the ankle and wrist ties and the short strap, Cindy simply lashed Emily's wrists to her knees. It was simple, elegant and made Cindy think of Denver again. It was also effective, as Emily discovered. "But I can get up and walk away," Emily pointed out as she kicked her feet back and forth as proof. "But you can't straighten up," Cindy reminded Emily. "And I don't think you can escape. I'd like to see you run in that position." Emily didn't get the chance to try. She found the restraints quite effective when coupled with supervision. "What am I supposed to do to her?" Stanton asked in bewilderment. "Whatever you want," Cindy answered. "I suggest you put her up on her knees for starters. You'll see it better that way." Emily blushed in spite of herself as Stanton lifted her from her side onto her knees. She was a triangle with her ass at the apex and she was beginning to see her predicament. It didn't help that Bill had come in with Stanton and was standing back looking her over. She wasn't shy being naked in front of them, but this was different. Even with her legs wide and in the air she'd never felt as vulnerable. There was something about not being able to rescind the offer that made it embarrassing. "I see it now," Stanton said. "I can fuck her and she lays there. You like that, Emily?" "You're not supposed to ask!" Emily scolded him, turning redder to have to explain it. "I can't stop you. Do what you want." Cindy saw Daddy was ready to step in if Stanton failed. She thought that might be just the thing - once Stanton was finished. Their concern over Stanton's tenderness was premature. He'd heard as much as they had in Emily's strident instructions. It was new and odd and what Emily wanted. Stanton knew her that well by now. He got behind Emily and paused, taking a moment to think how he felt about it. "You can't do anything at all, can you?" Stanton asked, half curious, half taunting. "I can kick you," Emily unwisely revealed. She found herself with Stanton's knees between hers, pushing her legs open for that. Her hips dropped accordingly, but her feet were outside and no longer in range. Emily tried but her knees didn't turn that way. Stanton was like a kid with a fresh mud puddle. He wanted to get dirty. Cindy could see the dirty satisfaction on his face as he angled his cock to the level of Emily's pussy and slid it in. "You can't do anything now, can you?" Stanton repeated his question with an air of satisfaction. "She can take it how you give it to her," Cindy told Stanton. "You go, boy, fuck her like she deserves," Bill put in, mostly to remind Emily he was watching. Emily felt on display, not in a good way. The thrill was very similar somehow. She was the object of display, not flaunting herself. The exposure she felt distressed her with an anxiety that expressed itself much like her pride at exhibiting herself. That she was doomed came to Emily as a chill along her spine that Cindy knew well. Stanton wouldn't. But he could. And in the middle of it Stanton was working his cock in and out of her defenseless pussy. "Then fuck me! Just fuck me! If that's all I am to you," Emily howled as Stanton was doing just that. "All right," Stanton answered, knowing her intent and shrugging off the emotional appeal. Emily was silenced by her need to gasp. Stanton ignoring her attempt was a needed brutality to make her sink into her predicament and Emily was speechless with the thrill running through her. It was fiction and fact melting together but that didn't slow Emily's ascent of arousal. "Oh God! You're fucking me!" Emily wailed meaninglessly. It was the same as begging fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! and Cindy was proud of Stanton for knowing it. He didn't bother to answer. He held Emily's hips and fucked her faster. No one calls it premature when a woman begins to moan and squirm. It was merely sudden when the emotion and the pound of Stanton's cock made Emily cum. She begged as she jerked in his hands but didn't say for what. Stanton applied his earlier indifferent response and kept fucking Emily as he wanted. Emily was clearer about begging for more when Stanton was digging the short strokes into her upraised pussy. She wailed in despair when he pulled out. She seemed to jerk in real turmoil when Cindy motioned Daddy onto the bed and she felt Bill's cock go in her. Her breath came in pants as Bill took up where Stanton left off, at least in arousing Emily. He started right in, but at a beginning pace as he fucked the writhing girl. "I can't... I can't... do anything," Emily managed as she took Bill's long, hard thrusts. In fact, she could squirm quite a bit and it seemed her profession of helplessness was also a signal of imminent orgasm. She flopped as Bill altered his thrusts to jab them in spaced invasions timed to her quivers and then went on as before when she lapsed into quiet shivering. From her viewpoint, Cindy thought it was more a torture test of orgasm than bondage, but she knew she wasn't feeling what Emily was feeling. It also ignored Emily's responsiveness, which was hair- triggered. Cindy had a smile, not completely of compassion, as she watched Emily cum and cum again. There was something not displeasing about Emily's distress, but since it was the distress of pleasure, Cindy didn't feel guilty. "I can't... I can't... " Emily gasped again as Bill fucked her with intention and then proved to be a liar. At least she was lying if she meant she couldn't cum again. It was a bedraggled, limp attempt at responding to the inner fire, but it was clear enough. Bill was slapping against her short and hard in pursuit of his own climax as she tried to lift the head she rested on in her position. Bill helped her by providing the lift with his hands on her hips and Emily responded in surprise as it made Bill drive even deeper into her. Heavy-lidded and open-mouthed, Emily looked beyond the capability, but she lifted her head as Bill jabbed against her, squirting her full of his own cum. "We can tie you in other positions later," Cindy said slyly as Emily fell on her side. "But they didn't even fuck you in the ass and that position is just right for that." "You go ahead then," Emily said weakly, "Fuck me in the ass. I can take it." Cindy felt an evil urge to take Emily up on it, but she had the sense to know she was reacting to the scene she had witnessed and didn't try to find a dildo. She wondered if it had occurred to Emily. They had never tried that. Cindy's head cleared in a matter of seconds. Emily needed to recuperate, not be ravished again and of course it had occurred to Emily. Cindy was sure nothing occurred to her that hadn't occurred to Emily first. Cindy was just the one that said it out loud. "Well, that's a welcome home for me," Cindy said with mock displeasure as she looked at the limp cocks surrounding her and the exhausted girl on her bed. "We could tie you up and tickle you," Stanton said hopefully. "Then you'd be glad to fuck us, I bet." Cindy was a little embarrassed they held her to her joking outburst. She was really, at most, one fuck behind Emily and not even that. It hardly counted as a whole fuck to have Daddy continue what Stanton started when Emily was tied up. She didn't complain too loud or too long, however. And even if it was Stanton fucking her again, Daddy's cock was in her ass. She thought they were teasing and then that they were punishing her for being greedy when they said they were both going to fuck her. Cindy first remembered the girl on the yacht and her own experience taking two cocks. It was a happy revelation when Daddy lay back and had her sit on his cock. It all came back to her including her pleased reaction to the variation. She liked getting fucked with a cock in her ass a lot better than getting ass-fucked with a cock in her pussy. It was good all round. The best part of getting fucked in the ass for Cindy was taking Daddy's cock in her ass. It was the most treacherous, and difficult, but Cindy felt rewarded when she had worked his cock past the hard part and could settle down and feel his cock fill her ass. She got that and then Stanton fucked her pussy, which she liked better than the weird feeling of a cock moving in her ass. It made everything better, not just being between them with a cock in each hole. She remembered that she came and that cumming was nice with a cock holding her ass open. Cindy had time to suspect that there had been a lot of fucking Emily this way while she was gone. Stanton's calmer fucking argued experience he hadn't had the first time he'd fucked her like an overeager boy. She had time to contrast the weightless feeling she had between Daddy's and Stanton's hands with swinging in Denver's cabin before Stanton got busy and thinking became a luxury. It wasn't thought but raw sensation she experienced as Stanton's gradual building made her try to urge him with her hips. If she'd thought, she'd have known what moving her hips would do to the cock in her ass. As it was, she tried to entice Stanton and felt the cock rub her asshole as some strange consequence of her need. It was blurred with the feeling of Stanton's cock fucking her so Cindy didn't bother wondering. She thought she might wonder later, but she rocked her hips and let the sensations come. When she came, it was as good as anything. She recalled something vague about the cock in her ass forcing more on her, but she had to be cumming to really feel it. It was as if Daddy's cock reminded her she wasn't done yet and made her twinge and shudder again and again when she felt it would have usually been over. All the comparisons were untrustworthy, but Cindy knew one thing. It was good and she liked it. "It's still summer and we could do something before you go back to school," Daddy offered. "Like fuck in Griffith Park?" Cindy asked. "You know what I want and I've got everything I need right here." She punctuated her words with a hand on Daddy's crotch. "But kitten, think of poor Emily. You've had a vacation and she hasn't," Daddy said. "Are you more worried about poor Emily than me?" Cindy asked. "Did you switch loyalties because I was away?" "All right, think of me," Bill switched. "Your mother gave you a vacation and I want to give you one too." "You should have led with that one," Cindy said. "I still don't want to go anywhere, but you'd have stayed out of trouble." "Trouble? Me? I'm the daddy," Daddy said. "Even if I'm in trouble, you get the spanking." "That again?" Cindy asked. "Do you want to spank me? It is something that excites you? Tell me the truth." "It would have to," Bill stalled. "You have such a cute butt and you know how you like to play Daddy and little girl." "I'm not playing, Daddy. You are my daddy and I'm your little girl," Cindy said definitively, then added, "but I've learned there's things that can sound weird and be exciting, so if you'd like to spank me, I'm willing to try." "Well, you'd have to be bad first," Bill wavered. "I'm sure I can manage," Cindy said, sounding like the adult. "Is it something we should do right away?" "Oh, no, no," Bill said. "I have to think about it. I mean, get my mind set the right way and then when you're bad we'll know what to expect." Cindy knew what she didn't want. She didn't want a spanking like the last one Daddy gave her. Even at the time he said she'd chosen the wrong one and the other would be sexy, but that was to be seen. She was only giving in because getting tied up wasn't so bad. Most of the good things about it really didn't have to do with being tied up, and that sounded more like the case with spanking. As far as she had been able to discover, it was a sexy idea, according to those that practiced it, but the good came in fucking after. She was an explorer, an adventurer, she told herself. There were brave, new to her, frontiers and she wanted to see them. It was exploring all options. It certainly wasn't boredom, not hers anyway. At least she had distracted Daddy from a pointless vacation. Fucking needed a cock and a pussy and they had them right at home. Fucking was what she wanted and didn't want to waste the time and energy moving around when there was no point. "Well, you've had your vacation, I can see that," Emily said wisely. "Did you want to go?" Cindy suddenly thought her father's idea might have been Emily's idea or even something she'd let slip. "No. It's not about that," Emily said. "Anyway, I have parents and vacations are their responsibility, not your dad's." "Then what is it about?" Cindy asked. "You said that. You must have meant something." "All right, oh blind one," Emily said patronizingly, "Robert Denver. You may be working hard enough to fool yourself, but you aren't fooling me. You don't want to be gone when he comes for you." "What kind of ninny do you think I am? He's not coming. He's with eight other girls now," Cindy said. "That's not it at all." "Liar gets fucked in the ass with a dildo?" Emily made it a question. "You did mean it when you were tied up. I thought I made it up!" Cindy said excitedly. "Liar gets fucked in the ass with a dildo?" Emily proposed again. It was a new, interesting and, Cindy thought, rather bold stake for an old wager. Years before it would have been: liar buys a soda or liar pays for the movie. Cindy knew the mechanics, but with such a stake, she wanted agreement on the particulars. "Who's the liar?" she asked. "You go a month?" Emily asked. "Two weeks," Cindy countered. "Three. If Robert Denver doesn't come looking for you in three weeks, I'm a liar," Emily said. "If he does, you are." "I'd go a month - but I'm not changing it!" Cindy defended her negotiations. "Three weeks from now you'll have a dildo up your butt." "I won't dispute that," Emily said coolly, "but you'll have one in yours sooner." "You know what? I don't want to play," Cindy said sourly. Bill looked at the wet towel she had just thrown on the bed. It was his bed. These things didn't go on in his room. "You might not like a lot of things," Daddy told her. "and get that wet towel off my bed." Cindy rolled her eyes and dragged the towel off onto the floor. It was the towel that had recently drawn the damp from her shower off her. She was naked and leaning her weight on her right leg. "Right here! Right now!" Bill pointed to his lap, which was conveniently naked under a bathrobe. "Why should I listen to you?" Cindy asked. Asking was asking for it. Bill grabbed her right hand, dragged her off her planted foot and took advantage of her stumble to change her arm to his right hand and throw his left over her to pull her onto his lap. "Then listen to this!" Daddy spat out just before his palm cracked down on Cindy's rear. Cindy squealed with the impact. The sharp splat hurt. It may not have been as hard as Cindy knew it could be, but there was a snap that made a burst of sound and offended nerves as it landed. It didn't linger, but the pain was sharp and real. "You asked for it. Here's your answer," Daddy continued as his hand slapped repeatedly on Cindy's bottom. She yipped and yiped and yelped through near a dozen swats as Daddy shared the pain from one butt cheek to the other. By the end she had painfully acquired an ass that glowed and felt unnaturally warm. Cindy considered the process it took and wasn't sure it was worth it. Her ass was sensitive and warm, but the spanking hurt. It wasn't hurting so much then, so Cindy decided not to waste the feeling her ass had already paid for. "Now apologize and suck Daddy's dick," Daddy told Cindy and pushed her off his lap. Cindy had to roll on her butt to catch herself and it was a rude shock. Her ass was sensitive all right. She hopped as much from the sudden burst of pain as from any desire to apologize. But she was there and again Cindy took the line of least resistance. "I'm sorry you spanked me, Daddy. It really hurt," Cindy apologized for her pain. Bill didn't correct that. He put his hand behind Cindy's head and pulled her face onto his cock. He was hard enough to rise and he pushed fingers between her face and his leg to guide his cock into her mouth. "Then just suck Daddy's dick," he said as if fucked in and out of her mouth. It was very quickly too much and grew at a slower pace after that. Bill relaxed his hand to give Cindy more room, but held her head down until he was fully hard. "Now lay on your belly," Daddy got up and indicated the bed. "We're going to remind you how bad a girl you are." Cindy wasn't thinking fun. Her ass was warm and all, but it still stung when brushed against anything. Daddy was directing her to a torture test of spanking memories in that position. She lay on her belly with her arms out, bent at the elbows, dreading his approach. Daddy put an arm under her and lifted her hips to slide in a pillow. It made Cindy's ass stick up and presented an even better target. "Nasty little girls get their bottoms spanked," Daddy told her as he lay over her and searched with his hard-on. "Bad girls get what they deserve!" he grunted as he slid in and began stroking. She was bad, evil, dirty, nasty and it still hurt. Feeling naughty didn't stand up to the stinging. It was a shame because Daddy liked it a lot. Cindy could tell by the eager way he hurt her more. It kept hurting as he slapped on her tender ass, but the sting numbed a bit. Cindy had hopes as her level of excitement reached her level of discomfort and then seemed to pass by. It wasn't so bad there at the end. In fact, the flinch from Daddy smacking against her ass melted into her excitement. The end wasn't bad, but Cindy still thought there was too much hurt to get to it. Daddy didn't raise her hopes. "And if you keep being bad, I'll fuck your ass!" he said. Oh goody, Cindy thought. All the pain of a spanking and no fun getting fucked. It seemed like the worst of bad bargains, but she saw the look of glee on Daddy's face when he threatened to fuck her ass. If she had to do it for him, she supposed she would, but she wouldn't suggest it. She didn't want it to be a habit. If it meant so much to Daddy, they could leave it for special occasions. A little grumpy and still feeling the discomfort when she moved, Cindy was in no mood to find Emily on her bed, licking a dildo. It was shaped like a cock and flesh pink and pretty big. "Robert here? I don't see him," Cindy huffed. "What have you got that thing for?" "Liar gets fucked in the ass," Emily reminded her. "It doesn't mean we can't familiarize ourselves with the process." "You mean just not in the ass?" Cindy was still unconvinced. "Exactly," Emily confirmed. "Do you want to do me or should I do you?" "Well," Cindy hesitated to think, "Daddy just fucked me, so I should do you." Cindy softened as Emily came over with the device of black leather to strap around her waist. Emily knelt down like a dressmaker pinning a hem as she placed the pad and reached around to buckle one strap about Cindy's waist. There was everything that prompted affection for Emily in her manner and as Emily reached through her thighs to fasten one strap and the other that went from the base of the triangle covering Cindy's groin to straps from the belt on either side, Cindy felt the affection warm into arousal. It only took the nearness of Emily's touch to have the effect. Cindy forgot her former umbrage and grew excited by the idea of a new adventure. "And now the weapon," Emily said as she took up the dildo and put it through the double rings at the base of the contraption she had strapped on Cindy. The formed testicles bumped provocatively on Cindy's pussy as Emily tapped the dildo on the head like she was teasing a real cock. Cindy found just the outward appearance of a boy to give her urges to act like one. She wanted to fuck Emily. She wanted to fuck Emily with a cock like a boy. "Holy fucking! Holy fucking!" Emily gasped as Cindy pulled her to her feet and kissed her soundly. Cindy felt the need for a smart remark melt away as they became involved in the kiss. They had something to do, not trade barbs. Cindy wanted Emily and it seemed to come naturally. They were no longer the bumps with a rumor of curve. Emily had hardly developed into busty girl, but her breasts were real breasts as Cindy smoothed her hand over them. They were a reason for a bra and showed a bit even when Emily was dressed. Cindy couldn't tell if Emily appreciated her touch more because they had developed, or if it was simply her level of passion, being with Cindy. Cindy didn't care. Neither did she care if she rushed into fucking Emily as had been so important before. They could make love. Then Cindy would fuck her. She wanted Emily to feel it as an irresistible force when she fucked her. Cindy began to kiss toward Emily's groin. "Isn't that what the dildo is for?" Emily reminded her. "It will be. When you really want it," Cindy replied. Emily was not reluctant as Cindy settled between her legs, only less eager that when she was giving. Emily's reservation was only noticeable in light of her abandon tonguing Cindy. Emily pulled her legs up and out of the way to clear Cindy's path. She lay back, tending to arch, as Cindy applied her tongue to Emily's pussy. Emily's knees were waving as if taking a cock when Cindy moved up to make her. "No! Now I do you," Emily said and pulled on Cindy's arm. It was not what Cindy expected at the same time as being perfect for what they were doing. Emily paused Cindy's climb straddling her chest and lifted her head to take the dildo into her mouth. Emily was sucking the cock that was going to fuck her. It was normal and the perfect parody in one. Emily squirmed up while Cindy backed down. Emily was eager for the experiment to begin. She was keeping every attitude it would be a success. Cindy had a great desire to make it that way for her. The desire was a strange thing mixed with an aggression to push the dildo into Emily. Cindy knew how it must be, but took pleasure in the action as well as Emily's satisfaction. There seemed to be some urge connected by the very taking on of the conformation. Cindy had a cock and she was going to shove it into Emily. She was going to make Emily's eyes spring open with the way she filled her. Cindy felt some competition, but with Emily or a man was a mystery. She wanted to fuck Emily and make her react. "Your cock is so big!" Emily exclaimed. "You picked it," Cindy told her. "You got the one you wanted. You wanted one just this big to stretch you wide and make you scream." Emily's flash of ire that Cindy wasn't going to play dissolved as Cindy went on. Emily heard Cindy turn it on her, proving that Emily craved the strain of overmuch. That had a resonance with the way Cindy took her with no compromise. Emily was trapped by Cindy's determination into accepting it was her due for her choice. It was quite enough and more, yet Emily had to admit the pleasure that grew in the presence of her struggles to accommodate the rubber prick. Even the rudeness of the intrusion was arousing as Cindy thrust the dildo into Emily. It was a phantom of the feeling Cindy felt, but she was still stirred by the palpable sensation of pressure as she pushed the unfeeling cock into Emily and felt her yielding. The sense of fucking Emily was enough to urge Cindy on. She merged both parts in imagination, using the force it took to move the dildo in Emily's pussy to gauge how it must feel to her friend. In that strange way Cindy became the fucker and the fuckee. She guided her thrusts by how she imagined it felt and that imagination stirred her to fuck so as to stir that imagination. She wanted it harder. The excitement of her imagination was pale and she wanted more. Emily tossed under her, finally clamping her with her thighs to urge Cindy into a more intense, but slower pace. "Yes! That's how you give it to me! That's how you fuck me! I knew you'd be just this way!" Emily spat out in gasps as the dildo drove into her. Her outburst focused Cindy on Emily's pleasure again. She could still imagine, but there was a clearer guide in Emily's face. It was easy to fuck a girl, Cindy thought. There was the best guide possible on her face. If her wonder that boys seemed to miss it passed by, it passed by unnoticed. Cindy studied Emily to give her what made her react the most. She saw the passion building in Emily's twisted face as clearly as in the flush spreading on her chest. It was easier too, not having a personal stake other than Emily's pleasure. Cindy could move or pause, tease or drive deep with no consequence but Emily's moans. She was the objective fucker and her objective was Emily's climax. "Oh, please..." Emily whined and Cindy knew Emily didn't want to have her desires, but be forced beyond them. Cindy went back to the hard thrusts. She struggled with Emily's hindering legs and forced herself by them. Emily wanted to be overcome. Cindy drove into her without regard. She would slam the orgasm out of Emily. She would force Emily to yield. Emily (being Emily) could not resist. Cindy was too powerful and in too advantageous a position. Emily could only squirm in the onslaught and give in to exploding passion. Cindy did not stop for her. She kept burying her cock in Emily to prolong her wriggling like a worm on a hook. "You'll like it in the ass," Cindy snorted at the limp girl under her. "But you'll go first," Emily said weakly, but with no diminution of confidence. For once in her life, Cindy had too much cock. This was not in the sense of more than she could handle or more than she wanted, but there were more cocks than there was place for without leaving someone out. It was exacerbated by one of the places for cock deserting to be a cock. They could go back to Stanton fucking Emily and Cindy fucking Daddy, but Cindy hated to regress. She and Emily had discovered another way, another step forward in their personal relations, and Cindy didn't want to back away from that. That kind of tied up all the pussy in one pile. It was, of course, possible for one of the guys to slip in to be a second, but that still left one man out. They didn't explore that until later. For some time Cindy, and at her request, Emily treated their new toy as a secret. It was for them alone and when they were alone. Yes, you're jumping up and down with the news, three of them could have had one of the girls, but that seemed artificial. Sucking cock to make it cum was rare and a reward or enticement in Cindy's mind. Sucking Daddy off after he'd fucked her was Cindy's way of saying good job. Without consulting either Stanton or her father, Cindy felt it was too small a thrill when there was the opportunity to fuck. It was also only the pride in her ability that warmed Cindy when a cock went off in her mouth. That really didn't translate into an additional thrill for a girl with a cock in her pussy and one in her ass. Having to suck one of them off in that situation seemed to dull the excitement. If it happened to be the dildo, then the arrangement was pointless to the point of absurdity. They weren't making a porno video and there would be no one to be excited by one of them distracted sucking a cock that had no feeling. They weren't fucking to see what could be done. They were fucking to get off. The exploration currently occurring wasn't for novelty, it was to see if there was some variation that made them come off harder. Emily had so far been successful with the double penetration. Cindy was still looking for the variation that lit her lights. Cindy was happy to settle for just as good in the case of Emily and the dildo. She thought fake would be an impediment in her pleasure. When it was finally Emily's turn to wield the fake cock, Cindy found the truth of it. However interrupted the bridge of sensation was by passing through the inanimate object, the emotional connection stayed strong. Emily's smile of naughty glee was made physical by the intent shown in the dildo spreading Cindy's pussy open. Emily's purpose was demonstrated by the way the fake cock moved. Cindy could see Emily's desire to ravish her in Emily's eyes and the dildo furnished the physical stimulation to make Cindy feel it. The line quickly blurred into unimportance as Cindy was caught up in rising passion. Emily was fucking her, however that was, and Cindy was responding. Emily was relentless. Cindy was only able to moan and give herself to the pleasure Emily created. It didn't matter what Emily used to do it, Cindy's only perception was that Emily was fucking her and that she was going to cum. The emotional connection reigned supreme and the stimulation made it real. As Cindy cried out and writhed under the insistent thrust of the dildo, Emily was making her cum and that was all that mattered. It was exceptional only in the way it was achieved, but that was all Cindy wanted. Just a good fuck was more than Cindy predicted and sufficient. It wasn't really a marvel, only the striking down of a prejudice, but it opened a new understanding. It also meant Cindy and Emily had one more way to enjoy each other. Enjoyment wasn't Cindy's first thought when Daddy confronted her. From the look on his face, she felt her asshole pucker in defense. She immediately assumed he was going to carry out his spanking, ass-fucking threat. She didn't have a chance to explore her options before he spoke. She was still balancing his lust with some way of dissuading him. "I thought you knew better than to hide things from me," he said sternly. Cindy's decision whether to endure or evade was replaced by a hurried inventory of what Daddy might mean. All she could think of was the dildo and what she and Emily did with it. "All this time... And I asked," Bill said. "But you wouldn't tell me. You wanted me to suffer in ignorance." "No, Daddy!" Cindy blurted out even as his words sank in. He asked? That stuck out. He didn't know they had the dildo, at least had made no mention. Cindy suddenly felt even more confused. If it wasn't the dildo, what was it? She was empty of explanation. "I never want you to suffer," Cindy finished, less excitedly and wary now. "Then explain why you kept it from me!" Daddy demanded. Explain what I kept from you, Cindy countered in her head. She had no idea and the suspicion it was the old parent trick of extracting a confession crept in. Bold denial was her only option. "I don't know what you're talking about," Cindy said. "I haven't done anything." "That isn't going to work, young lady. The proof is sitting in the next room," Daddy announced. That was patently silly. Cindy could only guess some enemy had fabricated some charges. It was still confusing, since Cindy could not imagine who might want to discredit her. "Then show me," Cindy demanded, certain she could discredit this lying asshole first. She was glad Emily wasn't present when she walked into the living room. Oh, she'd pay for it, but she didn't need Emily laughing at her, not along with the dizziness and sudden weakness in her knees. "You know, it's harder to find someone when they use an alias," Robert said, adopting Daddy's accusing tone. "I didn't tell you who I was," Cindy said and, at his snort of dissention, added, "Angela introduced us and got it wrong." "But you didn't bother to correct her," Denver said. "You were too busy being cute about not being Gilligan," Cindy remembered. "And why should it matter? I didn't know I'd be your sex toy on the cruise at that point." Cindy found it significant that Robert didn't flinch when she brought out that part in front of her father. There had to be some understanding between them that made Denver unaffected when Daddy was given the revelation. "How long have you two been talking?" Cindy demanded. "Why, honey bun, we had to discuss your dowry and this man's ability to provide for you," Daddy said sweetly. "My... what? You make me sound like a cow," Cindy sputtered. "Why wasn't I part of this discussion? Don't I count?" "I've never heard you, but I assume you can, at least to ten," Denver said cutely. "But this is man stuff." "I'm sure she can count into the millions," Daddy assured Denver. "I'd watch out if I were you." They were playing with her. Cindy saw it but there was no reason to let it go uncontested. She could play too. "Don't think you can treat me this way! I have options!" Cindy said. "I've got legal recourse and don't forget my best weapon. I'm a woman!" "Now, now, baby doll, don't rush into things," Daddy cautioned, "You're not really a woman for months and as far as the legal stuff, I'd still have to hire your lawyer." That was a blow to Cindy's contentions. She wasn't going to yield or withdraw from the game, however. There was always spunk. "I'm a woman!" Cindy argued. "I know every woman's trick to make a man miserable. That's my best weapon!" "I'm sure I can deal with that," Denver said smoothly, "Bill, may I?" Daddy bowed in agreement. Cindy was grabbed, spun around and marched toward the stairs. Denver had a firm grip on her upper arms and it was walk or be dragged. She tried to make her stand on the stairs, where there were steps she could push on to resist. Denver let her push back into him and then threw his arm across her chest and used his other to lift her ass up where her feet no longer had contact. He carried her up the stairs in that grip while Daddy tagged along. "Don't mind if I see your methods, do you?" Daddy asked. "Think of it as a present," Denver said, "My little tricks in gratitude for you giving me your daughter." Then Cindy found that Denver's proclamation on the ease of immobilizing a woman had wide scope. It wasn't just the naked woman tied up. It extended to squatting on their arms so he could undress them against their will. Her head was under his butt and what kicking she could manage was against the grain of anatomy. Cindy remembered he talked about that too. It was hardly important enough to retain, but she was getting a reminder as Denver extricated her shorts and panties from her kicking feet. "Oh no, you'll need to do this alone," she heard Denver say, obviously rejecting Daddy's impulse to help. Denver leaned his weight on her ass as he moved off her. He was quick in turning and was pushing down on her shoulders just as she was pushing up. She was slammed back to the bed just as Denver sat his butt on hers. There wasn't anything Cindy could do but regret she was such a slut as to wear a shirt with no bra. Easily skinned from the last of her clothes, Cindy knew there was going to be no escape. Denver was too good, too practiced at his fun and, as she recalled, had mentioned less willing participants briefly. She was screwed. That was the bright light for Cindy. Her worst loss was a contest rigged in favor of experience and practice. When she lost, Denver would screw her. Not even counting Daddy watching, it was greater compensation than damage. She didn't make it easy. She wanted to see how it went and she wanted a realistic challenge, but her main interest was in the process. Denver still easily pulled her arm behind her back and looped it in his belt before bring the other back to meet it. She didn't know how he'd done it, but the bond tightened whether her hands went forward or back and trying to pull them apart was, of course, impossible. She looked past that to wonder what Denver could do with her hands behind her back. It couldn't be one neat package, she thought. It seemed Daddy had been helpful after all. Denver didn't have to relinquish his control to find additional tools. Daddy had laid out an assortment for him. Denver grabbed one foot and tied it with what Cindy would discover was a silk tie she'd given Daddy some father's day. He let that swing and grabbed the other foot to repeat the process. There was a pull on her left ankle. Denver was drawing it up with some cord Cindy felt pull on her wrists. He was pulling ankle and wrist together, but it couldn't possible reach. Denver knew or discovered this and secured the link between wrist bonds and ankle when Cindy's foot was near her buttock. Cindy still couldn't see the angle until Denver flipped her over. Putting her on her face was for control. Laying on her arms made Cindy feel not only defenseless, but gaudily vulnerable. The angle that seemed her protection now tilted her pussy up for better access. Her shoulders were pulled back, making her feel her breasts were on display. Denver was calmly undressing as she lay in her uncomfortable position. "They don't so much mind that you fuck them, it's that you can when you want that instructs them," Denver said to Bill. "I'll say I was impressed with the way you handled her," Daddy replied. Not that he had the need. Not that he ever had the need, Cindy was fuming at the conversation. They were getting themselves in deep and payback is a bitch. She was too incensed to think of something at that point, but she knew she'd think of something. "Now, now, frowny face, don't be that way. I think I know something that can cheer you up," Denver said most greasily into Cindy's face as his hand found her unprotected pussy and his finger went to explore. She couldn't help that it felt good, whether she wanted it or not. She couldn't work up the revulsion it would take to overcome the sly sliding of the finger in her pussy. She liked Denver and no amount of great acting could change the real reaction to his fondling. "You have to tie me up to molest me, old man!" Cindy spat out, not only feeling the fervor fade mid-way, but inwardly wincing at the weak accusation. She should have been witty, but it was tough enough not to reveal her excitement at his manipulations. Cindy began to let her facade slip. He could feel how wet she was getting and it was silly to pretend. She was shocked he didn't taunt her with it. "You have it your way. I'll have it mine," Denver said as he got between her captive legs and poised at her pussy. "Tell yourself what ever you need. I'm getting mine, that's certain. I'm content." Cindy had no intention of resisting the pleasure of Denver's cock moving inside her. With that, albeit somewhat uncomfortable, freedom she could flash on the fact that it was a new chapter. Before it had been a intentional attempt to see the excitement in her predicament to supplement being fucked. She had seen her situation as an impediment to master to get the most. She had forgotten that in the flood of conflicting emotions caused by Denver's sudden appearance. The emotions aside for the moment, she had responded to stimuli and was having a pure fuck, the bondage just a footnote. It felt just fine. Perhaps she'd stumbled on the path of wisdom. Cindy was hardly in a position to sustain any thought, let alone a lofty one. The strain on her shoulders intruded as Denver thrust more firmly. Perhaps he saw her musing, because when she turned alert eyes on his, he replied. "You'll learn to like it my way," Denver said sweetly as he added manipulating her breast to his thrusts. "It's best. I'm going to buy you and you'll have it one way or the other." Cindy didn't understand it, but she wanted to be bought. The idea sent immediate heat to her pussy and she wanted Denver to take her hard and rapidly, deep and without quarter. It made her crazy without her knowing why. "My, you are a little slut," Robert commented when he felt her cooperation. Contrary to his claim he cared for no one but himself, Denver responded to her excitement. He did not embarrass himself, however. He fucked her as her hips petitioned him, mounting in enthusiasm as she wantonly threw herself, as much as could be managed, up to him. He pounded her into orgasm and gave her long and rapid strokes as she foundered helplessly in her bonds. Then he pushed in until he could go no further and pushed against her. "One more of those and I might be amused to join you," Denver said cavalierly. He began to thrust again, from the beginning, long and deliberate. Cindy was reduced to noting. Nothing came clearly, not even the increasing deadness of her arms under her. She was being swept along, not unhappily, on the current of Denver's passion. There were very important things to think, but Cindy could barely remember that, let alone what they might be. It was important that the cock was in her. She wanted more. Her pleasure was mounting and she had a misty thought that there was something great at the end of it. She had barely become alert again when Denver was driving hard and deep again. Oh, do it, Cindy sighed to herself. I'm so close. Take me the last yards. I can tell it will be good. It remained worthy of comment in retrospect. Without a passion fogged mind, Cindy could assert that it was indeed a fine orgasm and that the entire proceedings had been above average. It felt like even more at the time. "And that's how that's done," Denver announced to Bill when he got off Cindy and mercifully turned her on her side. Cindy doubted the mercy as the feeling returned to her arms. She was cramped as well and neither of the men seemed disposed to let her loose to stretch. Perhaps it was so she could savor the feeling of cum oozing from her pussy. Anyway, they were slow to release her. "You said she's 18 in two months?" Denver asked Bill. "Give or take a week or two," Daddy confirmed. "You intend to wait that long?" It reminded Cindy of the original argument that developed into her being tied up on her bed. What was Robert saying? What was it about wanting her? For what? And why didn't he ask her? "Not for the benefits, obviously," Denver said, "but I understand it might make your position more comfortable." "You mean with June?" Daddy asked and nodded, "I can see that it would derail her interference." "Then you have no objection to the agreement as presented?" Denver asked. Daddy snorted. "I'd be a fool to object," he said. So she was signed, sealed and waiting helplessly for her owner, all courtesy of Daddy! Even as a game it was wrong! Whatever she might or might not feel for Robert, it was going too far. Cindy had worked up a proper rant when Denver came over. "Now the tough part," Denver said and Cindy thought he had no idea how tough, "You want to try it? Can you see anything in me?" The torpedo mid-ships of the Lusitania didn't come as any bigger surprise. Cindy was blown off her rant and out of the water by the inference. He was asking her. "I know I couldn't stop thinking of you and, believe me, I tried," Denver said. "Not because of anything wrong with you," he quickly said, "but because how wrong I am for you. It's scandalous. It would put such a stain on you and the last thing I want is to make your life difficult." Cindy imagined he would get to the point sometime. His meandering path was entertaining, however, so she let him talk. "You can imagine how many cruises there were and the sort of woman on most of them," he said, not hiding the fondness of the memory, "But it didn't work. Empty sex is not the answer. I only enjoy empty sex with you." Cindy couldn't help smiling at his way of putting it. She was ready for more, but Denver found the point. "I decided I had to know if I was ever to get it out of my head," Robert said, "So I came to ask. Is there anything here for me? Do you feel anything, or should we call this a fond reminiscence and go our separate ways." "Nice to know asking my opinion is your last resort," Cindy snapped automatically. "And I might feel freer to tell the truth if I was freer." Cindy had only a small regret speaking her mind and the ploy to gain time was, in her mind, brilliant. She had to first organize the jumble that had been thrown at her before she could begin to think about it. Even that was hindered by a vision of Emily hitting her with a stick for even hesitating. What was he asking anyway? "You want to marry me or something?" Cindy asked, incredulous. Denver laughed. "They jump right to it, don't they," Daddy joined in. Cindy was hardly in the mood for it. She could stretch out her legs, but her arms were still dead things, very tingling, painful dead things, that she had to move by throwing her body around. She had barely managed to sit up and wasn't taking their reaction well. "I want to know if you, for simplicity, like me," Denver said. "I'm not going farther if you think I'm an amusing old man good for a few laughs, some at my expense." It seemed important. Now Denver sounded fragile and Cindy felt the danger of breaking him. Petty details had to be put aside. And, as always, the truth was the best refuge. "I knew you were off with hundreds of other women with cunts just like mine," Cindy said. "You never gave me another thought. I told myself that over and over and couldn't stop thinking about you." "She thinks she's good at hiding that stuff, but she's obvious," Daddy added. "She only acts that innocent when she's got a secret. She's good at it, but the fact she's bothering gives her away. Everyone knows it." Cindy's mind flew to Emily. It was not something she needed intruding on an important moment, but she was blindsided by the realization that the big dildo was going in her ass and Emily was going to win. It distracted her despite all effort. "Then that's a start," Denver said with relief. "I think, and your father agrees, we should explore that for the next couple months and not get married until you're 18." Her bet with Emily was an asset now. The completely stunning offer from Denver needed the consequence of her bet to be in her mind to keep her on the ground. Married. Rich man. Nice guy, as far as she knew. She had to grasp for the previous ire at the men deciding her fate between them. "Marry?" Cindy said, all her consequences and attempts to maintain her composure reduced to keeping her from drooling. "When we're sure," Denver said. "I think we both presented ourselves honestly and that the attraction is genuine, but there's always the chance we could wear on one another. If we still want, I'll marry you, but I'll ask formally when you're of age to accept." "What about Daddy?" Cindy asked. "He agrees... Oh, you mean his well-being?" Denver said. "We've come to an understanding I think he feels is generous." "But do I have to stop fucking him?" Cindy blurted out, and then quickly began to grin as she saw from the lack of reaction that she was betraying no secret. "A little girl always loves her Daddy, as he has explained," Denver said carefully. "And all daughters have a special relationship with Daddy, which is accepted. I see little reason to object to how that relationship is carried out in your case. You'd be unavailable to me either way." "Why doesn't he just tell you what he has in mind and stop interrupting him with questions?" Daddy scolded Cindy. She clamped her lips tight in compliance with her Daddy's rebuff, which served a double purpose with the way fire was running up and down her arms. Cindy was most anxious to have the effects of her bondage go away so she could understand what was going on more clearly. "I'm going to visit, officially," Denver began, "It's best not to move into the hornet's nest until we're protected." "The hornet being your mother," Daddy interrupted. Denver gave Bill a stern stare for not heeding his own advice. "What we do is no one's business, but we won't do anything to incite interest or give grounds for legal actions," Denver said. "We can carry on rather normally, for us, I think. We'll think of other meetings that fit the mold, I think." "So it can't get out we're dating," Cindy simplified it for herself. "No, not dating," Denver said, "but the fact we're friendly will work for us later." "When no one can prove he was ever more than friendly before you turned 18," Bill put in. "Yes," said Denver, slightly irritated at another interruption. "When dating is no longer a legal issue someone like your mother could raise. Then everyone can know anything, from that point forward, as far as I care." "Doesn't hurt your reputation," Cindy agreed. "Because I don't care what they think," Denver clarified, "It's nothing but jealous sniping. I can do what I want and it bothers them." "And doesn't hurt if it makes them more jealous of what you're getting," Cindy stuck to her point. "That they can envy me for," Denver said. "I am fully aware of how lucky I am to bamboozle a hot young thing like you into ignoring the obviously superior choices available to her." "Bullshit!" Cindy scoffed. "You might be glad I might be falling for you, but you know the odds are in your favor. Millions to one. I'm lucky you can't see me for the gold digger I am." "That's the thing, isn't it?" Denver mused, "I don't think you can dig more gold out of me than you're worth. Funny thing, life." Cindy's arms were normal enough that she could stand up and hug him. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, not sure what she wanted. She wiggled seductively. "I missed you," she said in close. "I tried hard not to, but I did. My friend said you'd come, but I didn't want to hope and be disappointed." "Your friend," Denver murmured, "Emily? I want to meet her." There was no mistaking what he wanted to meet her for. It was in the sneer he put in his voice. "You want to fuck her!" Cindy spouted as she pulled back and brought her fists down on his chest in emphasis. "You want to fuck Daddy. I don't see you can hold it against me," Denver said coolly. They could play, but they weren't fooling each other. Cindy thought it unfair to compete with an older, crafty man, but she didn't fear his winning. They were getting to know each other at a deeper level by each gambit. "Emily will," Cindy pouted. "She'll hold it against anything with a cock. I hope you're happy." "I think what you have with your father is sacred and inspiring," Denver trumped her, "I am awed by your devotion." This left the, not sticky where he wanted to be, problem of Stanton. It was only a numerical problem. Given the pure joy Emily experienced with two cocks, it was a solution. But there was the problem of who was a liar. "Oh come on! This is going to be hard enough!" Cindy sputtered as she went to her doom and the others tramped up the stairs. "I think it's a most inventive wager," Denver assured her. "Emily said there was nothing about who was watching," Daddy confirmed happily. "I like seeing Emily do stuff to you," Stanton said. "And you got a big enough reward out of it to take a little extra," Emily said in her ear, saying louder, "You lost and you're my bitch. Get on the bed and take it." It sounded great, but Cindy had to undress first. Emily stripped down a little self-consciously in front of Robert and busied herself with strapping on the harness and inserting the dildo. Sporting a cock, a certain immunity of disguise made her more relaxed. "I think you need to do it like you had them do me," Emily revealed. "Up like a pyramid and grab behind your knees. If you stay like that, I won't tie you that way." She'd said it was perfect for ass-fucking, but that was when it was Emily's ass. Emily liked it, so it wasn't fair for Emily to use it against her. All that and bending her fingers behind her knees got Cindy into the humiliating and available position. "If you spread them wider, it take pressure off your face," Emily said knowingly, knocking Cindy's knees apart with her own. The toying was the nerve-wrackingly tedious part. Cindy could feel the dildo bump on her ass as Emily rubbed her finger over Cindy's asshole. There was showmanship to remind Cindy that Emily was performing for an audience. That was muted in the growing anxiety of anticipation of the huge, mammoth, gargantuan dildo that was going up her ass. It came crashing back as her greatest fear when Emily stopped stalling and fit the rubber cock to her asshole. What was on their faces and how would they react as she was split open by the cock? What could she do to keep dignity when Emily forced the thing in and her body reacted? It was taken out of her head and out of her hands when Emily pushed. It was a completely private exchange between herself and her asshole and, perhaps, the dildo invading. There was no more room for thought than there was room for the dildo in her ass. It was all about thinking open and willing herself to relax. She could not, of course, objectively compare the trial of her ass being opened with anyone else. It was therefore a question without answer to ask if she exaggerated a little. Her mind did switch to other dramatic concerns rather quickly when entry was achieved. It was very big, as she knew it was, and had to be wreaking havoc in her ass. Her prayers for survival stalled as the realization all the men were watching returned. How they must think she could take anything, seeing that cock in her ass. What would they do in response next time they fucked her ass? She didn't stray into the reality that they couldn't do more than they already did because it didn't suit her self-pity. She was all bent over, everyone watching and Emily was fucking her ass. She was Emily's butt slave. That should never happen. Cindy was outraged that Emily had won the bet. It wasn't fair. Not fair was easy to show. Cindy grumbled and grunted as Emily fucked her with a dildo. It wasn't quite humiliating, but it was a cousin injury to her pride. She had to by all the rules she held dear, but she didn't have to like it. "There," Cindy said finally, stopping but leaving the dildo deep inside Cindy's ass. "I think you've stopped kidding yourself. You're the liar and you got fucked in the ass for it. You can't deny it now." Cindy didn't care from deny. She was sticking with not liking it. She stopped before she decided on the revenge that hung over her father and Robert. Emily was her friend and it was her place to fuck Cindy in the ass. "I'm a liar. He showed," Cindy tried to sound bored and sounded pained instead. "Now take that out of my ass." "Taking drop-ins?" Emily asked as she withdrew. "I see some clients waiting if you have a vacancy." "I like being vacant," Cindy said, straightening up to hands and knees. "I'd like being closed better." "Sorry boys, Cindy is having a snit and won't be entertaining," Emily said haughtily to the others. "That was entertainment enough," Daddy laughed. "So, you're Emily," Denver said smoothly. "I've heard so much about you." He did everything but kiss her hand and bow. Cindy's comfort, and a bit of a snicker, came that Denver's first glimpse of Emily had been sporting a cock and fucking someone in the ass. That was funny. It wasn't even really an issue that Denver would fuck Emily. At the real core, Cindy was happy Emily would have the experience and felt exactly the same for Denver. She shared something with both of them and and letting them share what she shared seemed to make sense. It wasn't Cindy logic, but a long, complicated thing that came down to the same answer. They both deserved the ride and it was all right since they were both hers in the end. They could all fuck in a pile as long as she was in the pile. The three to two odds bettered her chances of what she wanted: Someone's cock in her and taking her to Happyville. The pile was important in keeping them all together while her wishes were answered. Emily and Denver fucked privately. Cindy tried not to view the exclusion as exclusion, but it was. She was petulant when Emily wouldn't discuss it beyond saying Denver didn't tie her up. She wondered what they had to hide. She had developed wild theories, some with aliens (none with cowboys and aliens), before Denver gave her the edited version. "I wanted to know about Emily, particularly Emily in regard to you," Denver admitted. "I mean, this woman fucks you in the ass and I know that doesn't excite you." "I lost a bet. I wanted to do her," Cindy said. "Well, that's different!" Denver rolled his eyes. "And we came to an understanding. We both like you very much, it should be fine." "No hot sex?" Cindy asked. "Of course hot sex!" Denver sounded offended. "I can't have you hanging around with an iceberg. It might rub off." Soothed by the admission as much as the explanation, Cindy debated Denver's right to choose her friends and the conversation was diverted from the events behind closed doors. The truth wasn't any more damaging to her than what Denver said, so it worked out in spite. Denver smoothly inserted himself (ha ha) into the day to day life of the Kellers. He took over Stanton's part in fucking Cindy from the start and was promoted to Daddy's helper soon after. It meant Cindy got fucked more - like that was a problem. Stanton was supplementing Emily's ecstasy with regularity and Denver became the second cock occasionally as the balance of three on two was sorted out. More fucking - as noted - where was the problem with that? Robert had promised - or proposed, actually - an outing, or meeting, it might have been. When the start of school arrived, Cindy thought he'd reneged. There was little time for a to-do in that schedule. She had calculated in pique rather than with numbers. There was ample time and an increased number of options as the summer closed. Places were empty and eager to entertain any guests. From the options, Denver naturally chose the most secluded. "Wow, whoopee! My gussets are all atwitch! A camping trip! What could be sexier?" Cindy decried as they sought the indicated grounds. Daddy had gone to some trouble to make it boring. He had been all about gear and flashlights and safety and bundling up. He managed to make it sound stupid. Cindy had the comfort of seeing Emily had been just as fooled when they arrived and Denver showed them the grounds. There was a nice lodge for their use, except Denver forbid it. The scenic woods were just primitive and that was where Denver decreed they would stay. He made them, Cindy and Emily, set up the tents, four tents in roughly a square around a clearing, before revealing the rest. Women wore no clothes. There might be collar and cuffs in the future, but naked was the uniform for the duration. If they were such sluts that they aroused men, then they were to be used as indicated. In short, it was boy's choice. They'd take it and like it. Cindy didn't try to turn that into three grubby men in wool jackets demanding the same. That was too real. The scene set was filled with enough excitement. Even with the trust she had in them, the whiff of the alternative was unsettling enough to fuel excitement. There was enough chill after the sun set to make Cindy and Emily glad of the fire. They had waited nervously for the first move and now were accustomed to the feints and the fact of their vulnerability. They had dropped into a chillier waiting, along with the night, when Denver came over without his pants on and pulled Cindy from her log. "If they won't, I will," he announced as he pushed Cindy forward and fished with his cock. Cindy mostly felt relief. Part of it was relief from the excitement of uncertainty, but that was repaid by the hard cock sliding into her. She welcomed it more than she thought. The tension had made her hornier than she realized. Denver's cock felt perfect moving in her. It was just nice. The faces lit by the campfire were all familiar and Cindy felt their company rather than scrutiny. She was happy enough to be fucked and didn't mind. If it gave them excitement, she didn't mind that either. Denver's cock felt too good fucking her. "Go on," she heard Daddy grunt and saw him push Stanton. "You too," Stanton said, standing over Emily. The problem was that Stanton had his pants on. Emily had to drag them down before anything else could happen. Stanton was too excited to take much of it and only stood still until Emily had his clothes below his knees. "Don't stall me," Stanton said with his best attempt at forcefulness and moved Emily back. He dropped to his knees and turned Emily so her legs straddled him. He pushed her down, in this case to her hands, and then shoved his cock in her. Cindy hoped she made as good a picture as Emily kneeling in the firelight with Stanton ramming from behind. "Yeah - That's what we do with women," Denver chortled, shifting into a higher gear of fucking. Cindy concentrated on his cock filling her. Emily was exciting but distracting. Denver was clearly pushing to the finish and Cindy needed to feel that to follow him. It wasn't hard, it was never hard, feeling as happy as Cindy did. She felt she fed on Denver's excitement as he pushed closer and stuffed her at a furious pace. She could feel him strain for orgasm and her ability to give it made her shiver harder. She smiled warmly as she saw Stanton was still busy cramming his cock into Emily. That would provide some wonderful tweaks to her cooling down. "On my lap," she heard Daddy say, not being able to see Denver's wordless gesture behind her. "You heard him, Denver said, stepping back and dragging his cock out of her. Who was going to watch her there? But everybody was involved and it hardly mattered. She was going to fuck Daddy and shouldn't quibble. She looked down in confusion at where he sat on the log. How could she do this? "Lift your feet," Daddy said when he saw her confusion. He took her by the waist and supported her as she did as he said. He brought her down with her feet over the log and took some care lowering her so his cock slid into her. She was seated on his cock, but in an awkward position to move. "There's going to be a lot like this," he told her happily. "We got some ideas just talking. You two are at our mercy this weekend." There was no better example how simple and effective that could be. Cindy was reminded of the swing on the yacht where her toes could touch and have no effect by the way she was not able to do anything helpful with her heels hooked over the log. Daddy didn't get fancy or try to prove anything. He was content to rock an inch as he urged her up with his hands on her waist and let her drop. It had the effect of a piledriver inside Cindy. It was short and to the point and the point was way up inside her. She was filled and fucked deep. It built in a weird way, as if Daddy was working her up to a plateau already established by his cock so deep inside her. "More, Daddy, more," Cindy begged. "No, honey, you get what we give you. Isn't that fun?" he teased her and was true to his words. It dangled the inevitable in front of her. They could be there so quickly if only... Only there was the slightest increase in his vigor as she imagined his own urges drove him. She had to wait for her thermometer to overflow his slow, building way. Then it bubbled rather than popped and seemed to run on seeking the pop. Stanton was done and Emily was back on the log when Daddy lifted Cindy so she could find her feet. He had enjoyed the encounter. Cindy could feel the results draining down her thigh. She went to sit with Emily. No clothes meant no clothes in their tent. They had been left blankets against the night chill, but not their packs. Those were in one of the men's private tents. Cindy was already assuming the tents would come into play as she and Emily were passed around. They were roused just as they fell asleep, or so it felt. Cindy found the rude awakening, being dragged from the tent by the foot, to be less aggravating than her usual grumpy awakening, once past the way it was done. She felt surprisingly alert once she had placed herself in her surroundings. If she hadn't, the men's insistence on freezing them would have snapped her to alertness. She and Emily were herded into a stream with instructions to wash off. If not technically freezing, the water was chill enough to make teeth chatter. They were wrapped in towels and brought to the fire like some stratagem to brainwash them. "Now, now, we're not going to ruin our pussy," Denver said in response to Cindy's narrow-eyed accusing stare. They were going to play with their food before they ate it. It made sense, particularly for Denver, in whom Cindy had noted this behavior on the yacht, for the men to conserve themselves. The girls were relegated to naked amusement at first. "Damn! Look at that," Denver called attention to Cindy as he halted her and pulled her ass open with his hand on her cheek. "Why aren't we fucking that?" "Go on," Daddy invited, "better now than when we're waiting on you." It yielded a slap on the ass for Cindy and more of the same for most of the morning. It was, contrarily, Emily that rebelled first. She didn't want to be teased. She wanted cock right now. She wanted one of them to be man enough to fuck her. Were they man enough? They were man enough to tie Emily between trees and torment her. Legs and arms spread to make an "X", they used her availability to grope and fondle, but not fuck her. They drove her to pulling the trees into motion in her frustration. Cindy watched, torn between pity and the suspicion she was being suckered. Emily was worn out from exertion when they left her. Denver looked at Cindy as he walked by. "Are you going to leave her like that?" he asked. "Should I get her down?" Cindy asked back. "No. Men tied the knots. Women don't undo them," he said firmly, "I mean, without satisfaction." It was as dirty as Cindy could imagine and felt dirtier. There was something pagan about it while carrying the taint of disgrace. It was quite the fine set-up to tweak multiple decencies. Cindy didn't quibble. She knew what they wanted and felt that she would be an accessory to their crime if she delayed. Some gradual attention to Emily would only increase their amusement. She dropped down on her knees. "Oh! Don't start again," Emily sighed before she identified Cindy or the fact it was a tongue. When she did, Emily roused, straightening up as much as her restraints allowed. She arched on her toes as if that would open her wider and give Cindy better access. Her relief looked like torment but for the lack of tension in her reaction. Cindy was sharply aware of the picture they presented. She computed the chance Emily's ordeal had been for that purpose. She couldn't be conceited enough to arrive at that conclusion, but she was sure her participation was included in the plot. Watching lesbian acts was too common a desire for guys. She was sure their intimate knowledge of the two made that more attractive for the guys watching. She didn't feel shamed. She felt used. What was worse, Emily was going to cum and she was still waiting. Emily came off in good order. Cindy didn't stop. There was no point stopping. She might as well make the best of it even if the best was for Emily. She let her hand slip around Emily's ass until her little finger was pressing into Emily's asshole. She'd make it grand for Emily right in front of the men that thought they were the only source of pleasure. Cindy hoped it had been as wonderful as she intended. It was all Emily was going to get for a while. The men left her tied to the trees as they broke for lunch. The men probably felt different emotions as they looked over at her tied naked. Cindy felt pity, and a creeping guilt at her relief that it wasn't her. It was bizarre and Cindy guessed that was Denver's intent. It was hardly criminal or even dangerous, but it had the flavor of danger. It was certainly new and Cindy could appreciate that. She wondered if it wasn't more exciting for Emily than it looked. "Oh, go on!" Denver relented to a pressure Cindy hadn't noticed. Stanton jumped up and went to Emily. Cindy naturally assumed Emily's sentence was served and he was going to release her. Stanton dropped his pants and got behind Emily. That wasn't the best way, Cindy thought before the obvious occurred to her. Stanton was fucking Emily in the ass. Better her than me, Cindy thought without apology. Cindy didn't think Emily liked it as much, but that could have been projecting her opinion. It was clear this was a different form of entry. Emily was in optimum? position for Stanton to reach deep in her ass. Emily couldn't react to his thrusts and was vibrantly still as Stanton humped her behind. The small motion left Emily enhanced that impression. Cindy had to repress the urge to move to a better view. She could see a stunted and foreshortened view of Stanton's cock driving straight into Emily's ass and wished she was more to the side. There was an evil fascination with seeing the stroke as Stanton buried his cock in Emily's butt. She was tempted by the urge for some time as Stanton showed great stamina cramming his cock in the tight little hole. He was accustomed, she grumbled as it seemed to take forever. She didn't want that attention turned on her, but Cindy felt left out and empty. Whoever this party was supposed to benefit, it was making her horny. Stanton left Emily tied to the tree. Cindy wondered at the significance. Was Emily the living sex doll for the day? Was she to stay there for use by all? And when did Cindy get some? "Horny?" Denver invaded her thoughts. "Yeah," Cindy saw no reason to lie. "Then sit on the log and get yourself off. Make sure everyone can see," Denver instructed. "But... " Cindy began to protest. "It's all right. If you slip off, keep going. We understand," Denver said smoothly. Cindy wasn't blushing. She didn't blush. Her ears were hot for some other reason. She sat on the log and held her legs open as her fingers found her pussy. She turned her anxiety to defiance. She'd rub herself off right in front of them. What did she care? They weren't getting it. That made her better - right? It was enough to carry Cindy into a natural disinterest in her surroundings. It didn't seem as important as exerting just the right pressure on her clitoris as she stroked herself. She needn't be shy. She should concentrate on making it as good as she could. Her descent from the apex of orgasm was infiltrated by the returning realization her ass was scraping rough bark and Daddy getting up. She didn't have time to look hopefully at him before he was behind her. She turned and watched as Daddy got behind Emily. Well, that was nice! I do not think! Daddy teased Emily's nipples as he fucked her ass. It did not make Cindy any happier. It was more evident Emily was the receptacle of choice in the present. Again Cindy had the strange jealousy without envying Emily the cock fucking her ass. "Hard to take? She's taking it hard. You wish it was you?" Denver asked. Cindy suspected his questions and the specific words he used. She thought she smelled something in them. "Is that it? I make a fuss and something worse happens to me?" Cindy asked. "Worse? Or better?" Denver asked, "Isn't men with eternal erections lined up to take you one after the other what you really want?" "Ummm... Maybe?" Cindy said tentatively. "Only sometimes things aren't as nice when they're real as when you think about them." Denver burst out in laughter. It was easy to forget Cindy was just a kid. Her honesty was disarming as was her cute observation. It broke his fevered rant and left him with only normal lust. "Well, we'll do what we can for you later," he said. "You weren't to know, so consider it a reward for honesty." They let Emily down before Denver visited her. She didn't mind. She confided that it was almost constantly exciting, but that having no blood in her arms did get tiring after a few hours. She was positive in her reaction to being buggered while tied to trees. "It was easier somehow and more fun," Emily said. "Maybe the position is right or something, but I didn't feel like I had to do a thing but enjoy a hard cock in my ass." That was hard enough to Cindy, but Emily was her friend and she had to be glad she enjoyed herself. She was pondering the supposed confidence Denver gave her. It could be a trick, she realized, bending more in that direction as it got later. "We've decided on human sacrifice, despite its limitations," Denver dispelled her doubt. Human sacrifice didn't sound inviting and less so when Cindy found they meant to peg her to the ground. There was at least a rough wool blanket under her to keep her out of the dirt, but her wrists were tied to stakes straight out from her shoulders and low enough her arms were on the ground. Her feet were another matter. Always interested in the target her pussy presented, Cindy gave silent props to the waist-high stakes from which her feet were hung. It was a luxury that Emily was not afforded that Cindy's feet hung in loops that she could escape if she tried. Knowing there would be consequences and suspecting that her attempt was assumed, Cindy had no temptation to free her feet. They were forgetting she hadn't been fucked all day and wanted something hard and long in her pussy. She wanted them to get to it as soon as possible and wasn't about to disturb the proceedings by escaping. It amazed Cindy that she hadn't been giving weight to the whole bondage part. She had assumed it as a given and begun beyond it. It was like a reminder as Stanton pumped his cock in her and she was hampered in response. Of course Emily had felt the same. She couldn't do anything about them groping her. Cindy had focused on the frustration of dangling orgasm and ignored the cause. Now she saw the complexities of her plight. It was pure, charging sex inside, just like pussy was pink. The trappings were like costumes. You were still naked underneath. Cindy had little to do but feed her imagination as Stanton fucked her. Without thinking about it, she found the significance of her position leaking in. She was staked out, easy bitch prepped to take on all comers. It was weirdly like a tangible representation of her psyche. She'd take on anyone. The ropes were only making a physical statement about her appetite. They demonstrated she was available. They were a tool to add to the effectiveness of her seducing eyes. Now that was a bit much, but Cindy can be prone to fuzzy fantasy, particularly with a cock jerking back and forth in her pussy. She drifted between the ropes being the baring of her inner self and only feeling the cock jabbing into her. It was a good start. Daddy was much more solicitous, in manner, as he made Cindy most aware of her helplessness. He could tease her with the thrust indefinitely. He passed the time playing with her breasts and tormenting, with sensation, her nipples. Only when she struggled, did he push his cock slowly into her. "I won't be long, but I want to feel it before I start," Daddy told her. He was just what he said. Just enough of the gentle stroking to lull her and then a slamming rush to squirt his juice in her. He was more like Stanton than he had ever been himself. Cindy didn't waste thought on that. She tried to appreciate the cock. That was her mission. Daddy beat her and seemed smug he'd managed. He pulled out abruptly as if staying might give her a chance to have the orgasm that had eluded her. It was so rude. "Now," Denver said, sliding his cock in the vacancy and leaning over her, "you'll get what's coming to you." "I'm going to hold off until Mr. Fleming is ready," Denver said conversationally as he moved his cock lazily in and out. "Your friend, Emily, is doing what she can to expedite that. Would you like to watch?" "No," Cindy said and shook her head. "Why would I?" "Oh, to see the next weapon forged into use," Denver said. "You might have a morbid fascination with seeing the cock readying to fuck you." Not at the moment, but he did make it seem yummy. Cindy changed her mind. No reason to waste an opportunity. "Then make her do it in front of me," Cindy said. It was hardly news of the world. Cindy had watched Emily suck cock before. She'd seen Emily suck her cock. She wasn't sure she was getting the point of watching. Denver was still keeping her at simmer with a steady, but far from lusty thrusting. Watching Stanton getting sucked off wasn't helping. Oh yeah, he'd be next, but if it wasn't more than the laconic fuck she was getting, that was less than mesmerizing. When he got it up she knew she was in for it, but that wasn't now, was it? "Sometimes you just need patience," Denver told her. It lay as a cryptic remark until Stanton showed signs of revival. Then it was everything at once as Denver was more determined. Cindy felt herself skip a level as Denver sped his strokes. She was easily a step higher in the instant and felt she was rushing up a steep incline. She watched with interest as Emily let Stanton's cock stand on its own and lashed it with her tongue. She'd have it in her soon. It was not convincing that it was exciting. Everything was more exciting because of the cock rutting deep inside her. Everything was tinted by that flush of lust. She felt it more watching Emily suck Daddy's cock. There were built-in triggers there. But however it was managed, more stimulation was better than less. It might not fit Denver's description but it worked at the moment. That was good enough for now. "You must feel real helpless," Stanton told her. Cindy thought it might be a question, but it wasn't stated expressly enough she felt the need to answer. It did prompt her to remember she was staked to the ground. She had been aware in some respect, but occupied with other concerns. "You know, staked out and all," Stanton said. Yes, not normally associated with anything that the person might like, Cindy answered in her head. She suspected Stanton left that part out but was thinking it along with her. "I can't believe your pussy stays this tight," Stanton wandered away from the subject. Yes, her vulnerable, available, wide open pussy was tight. Thank you, Stanton. Thank you for saying I'm rewarding as well as helpless to resist. Her snarl was ironic regarding the scope of what Cindy was helpless to resist. She was helpless to resist Stanton's cock stroking faster. Whatever her thoughts about her position, they deserted her to let passion fill her head with nothing. It was hard to regret anything when she kept cumming. It was hard to keep her mind on anything with the interruptions. Cindy just wanted to lay pinned to the earth and get fucked - get fucked and cum. She had no question about her place in the world at that time. That was a question for a time when there wasn't a cock in her. Given her choice, she would delay that time indefinitely in favor of having the cock in her. When it was Daddy cock, Cindy could freeze time with no regret. When Daddy opened his mouth, Cindy reminded herself that in frozen time he wouldn't be able to speak. The most familiar cock was just as satisfying as always in her. Daddy's words were harder to hear. "So you like this new man's game," Daddy questioned in the form of a statement. "I never went in for this myself." He was speaking jovially while he fucked her immobilized body. Cindy felt her restraint as a force that made her listen. "It's nice you've found someone to show you things you like," Daddy went on in the same tone, fucking all the while. It was too true to dispute, but it carried a hint of betrayal that wasn't true at all. Cindy had specifically required that Daddy always be there for her. She knew Daddy was trying to incite her, lift her emotion and make her excitement greater, but there was too much truth in his words. Being tied to the earth made her feel the threat more deeply. Some of it was true and would enter their lives. She was contemplating, at best, sharing Daddy's time with her, with another man. Rising excitement only cleared Cindy's head of details. The remains of her dilemma, the emotions of inflicting pain without wanting to, still tightened her chest even as she tried to gasp in more air in her passion. She came penitent, only able to regret in the great blast of orgasm. "Now that's my little girl," Daddy said fondly. "Skyrockets." Denver came and stood over her. He took an interesting position, not directly over her head, but with one foot at the point of her crown and the other by her ear, straddling a corner. It still made Cindy look past his cock to see him, but it was not so deliberate. "If I were to punish you, this would be the way," he said. Cindy didn't understand. It showed on her face. Denver answered. "Oh no, not what we've done. This part, now," Denver smiled. "I'd leave you open and give you no one to fill you. I think you'd find it most cruel." He only made Cindy think about it for a moment. Then he was bending down, pulling at the knots holding her. She shuddered at his imagination. She knew he had been excited to share his vision, excited by it and excited by her reaction. It was most subtly cruel, but subtly. It would do no more damage than the terror and frustration. Cindy could not feel Denver would be violent, but a subtle thing might be within his character. It was not the time to think such things and Cindy knew it, but they had been thrust upon her like all the cocks when she was helpless to resist. There was still the veneer of the game even if she was drowning in sub-text. She and Emily slept together, alone again. Emily, who was busy in the sub-text, guessed it was something about the men not needing them or preferring not to bump into anyone while sleeping. Cindy had hoped the dawn ritual would change, but they were drug out and dunked once again in the morning. It did bring an instant alertness that Cindy would not admit, although it figured in her calculation of the benefit to the men. Again they were to do chores until their naked bodies drove the men to madness. It was the framework, the conceit. Cindy knew some predestined plan lay in it, but knew she was unlikely to guess what it was. She certainly didn't expect the threat to come from Emily. It was a clever, but hardly original, way of putting the women at odds. No simple trick could affect their loyalty, but they could demand competition to test the bond. "I have a toy that confers some of the rights of a man," Denver announced, holding up the girls's dildo. "I'm at a loss to decide which of you shall have it." So dangerously seductive, the somewhat pale desire to fuck the other enhanced by the promise of privilege. It was hardly enough to tempt either of them, but they were not given the option. Denver craftily added another stone to the pot. "I propose a competition of worth," Denver said. "You will each suck a cock and the first one to encourage it to ejaculate will have this toy." Cindy almost laughed. She supposed it might make a dramatic scene in a movie, but it was transparent as the first cog in a larger gear already in place. Whatever the outcome, it was only the start. The privilege conferred was also vague. Whether it would be beneficial or desirable was a question. Cindy tried not to think about that as she sucked Denver's cock. There was no clear answer. Her best option was to urge Denver to orgasm and not figure the consequences. Most likely, she would be wrong. Cindy could not accuse them of favoritism because there was no reason to believe they cared. Emily sucking Stanton's cock was not an automatic success. Denver seemed to be cooperating and not holding back. She only entertained the thought in spite for losing. Now I'll find out what this is all about, Cindy soothed herself as she continued to suck Denver's cock in defeat. He was only a bit behind. Less than half a minute of steady sucking brought the flood of cum into her mouth. Then he got up and handed Emily the dildo. "Put that on," Denver directed. "It makes you an honorary man." Cindy saw she was out-numbered four to one. That had to figure in their plans but there were so many ways it could. Cindy had to wait for the next instruction. "Now poor Bill has been left out and I'm afraid there's only one woman left for him," Denver said, "She'll have to do double duty." Cindy did not like the sound of that and was not much relieved when she found that Denver expected her to continue sucking his cock while Daddy fucked her from behind. It was preferable to being ass- fucked, but the two men knew how to bother her and did their best. "Damn nice of you to be so understanding," Daddy told Denver as he thrust into her from behind. "As you can see, there's enough for both," Denver replied, "Your little girl has a remarkable capacity." "Hear that, little girl? You can take a lot of cock. Now do a good job of sucking Mr. Denver's dick. Don't embarrass your daddy," Daddy said to Cindy. Her Daddy was embarrassing her by watching. That meant something. That she cared meant she feared Daddy knew her affection was confused and that disturbed her. He could know. That wasn't so bad. It was different when he was watching. "She never embarrasses you, Bill. She's a credit. She'll do anything," Denver told Daddy. The inherent accusation in the claim was a small matter compared to the formal exchange over her naked body. The fact they discussed her as if absent when she was sucking and fucking them was also a little thing. It was the assumption of ownership and the subtle discussion of property rights, retained and assumed, that rankled Cindy. "Well, she's been good to me, Robert," Daddy said. "I don't think you'll have a lick of trouble with her." Even if she was outraged to be property, being passed so easily to Robert by Daddy still hurt. That was confusing and not a reasonable emotion, but it flared anyway. Daddy was getting busy and, mercifully, the talk stopped. Cindy was left to feel the familiar thrust and she pointlessly sucked on Denver's cock. Daddy couldn't leave her hanging this time. Cindy couldn't be certain his furor in filling her with cum was intended to come too quickly, but she joined him. Denver's cock had not revived. Cindy's sole mistreatment after that was having all the chores put on her. Emily was not required to help, nor was she welcomed into the society of men. It left her sitting alone on a log, the rubber dick drooping, as it seemed, dejectedly between her legs. Cindy thought she had the better part and managed to be only glad of her activity and not glad she escaped Emily's fate. There were things ahead, Cindy predicted on the evidence of history, that neither of them would like so well. After lunch, Cindy might have questioned her conclusion. Emily seemed to be granted temporary admission to the man group and Cindy foresaw an orgy of which she would be the lone target. It was more a competition of the menfolk, honoraries not included. Denver didn't take part either, leaving Stanton and Bill as contestants. They only had to fuck Cindy. After her, albeit lengthy, round of five the night before, Taking the two in succession seemed nearly normal. The competition arose in which was going to revive first. Stanton was the obvious favorite, less exercised and younger to boot, but the incentive took Cindy's attention. Well documented proof supported the idea of having Emily fuck her. The interplay was demanded to give the men a boost in resurrection. "Weird, isn't it?" Emily confided as she worked the dildo inside Cindy. "Telling you to do what you want to do makes it odd." Cindy didn't have to nod. Emily knew she was on the same page. Cindy played with Emily's breasts as Emily fucked her. You can't refuse to do what you want because someone says it, but doing it was following orders. Emily had it right saying it was weird. Again Cindy had confused another step in the complex game and an endpoint. When Stanton was throbbing hard again, he didn't take over for Emily. He rolled them both over and gave Cindy the ass-fuck she'd expected before. It was odder than usual to look down at Emily as she was fucked fore and aft. "I'm afraid I'll have to have that," Denver put out his hand to Emily, indicating her period of privilege had ended with fucking Cindy. They were joined together again for a short time as women in the world ruled by men. "I suppose you girls should pack now," Denver said before dusk. The little details had passed unnoticed, so casually done as not to attract attention. The men were all dressed, which had rarely been the case in the preceding days and had slipped off one by one during the course of time to pack their own things. The girls were left to take down the tents and stow them, making a line of their goods along the table. They were given back their packs. They were not to open them. It felt innocently thrilling, after the events of the weekend, to haul the supplies back to the car. The shocked stare of one of the proprietors at the naked girls toting tents and a cook stove was a welcome tweak for Cindy at least. She and Emily remained naked in the back of the car until Daddy stopped upon entering the city. "I can get you up in this. Hop in," Denver said as he held a duffle bag open for Cindy. He apologized for putting her in the trunk, begging her understanding of his precarious position. It was cramped and stifling in the bag and the ride was not as nice in the trunk, but Cindy's irritation was the time it took before she was taken from the trunk. "What are you smuggling in here?" the bellcap asked Denver. "Melons," Denver replied, seeing where Cindy's bare ass was pressing against the fabric. Cindy did not know that Emily was allowed to dress as she was getting into the sack until Monday. Nor that both Emily and Stanton were delivered home a bit early 'so they could be rested' for school the next day. She knew the bump of the elevator and the whir of the baggage cart as she was taken to Denver's room. "I'm sure he wasn't sure what was in the sack and I tipped him well enough to dull his curiosity," Denver told her when opening the sack to let her out. "That leaves how you will exit, but we have all night to consider that." Her pack was still in the car. Denver's words brought her situation to her. She was naked in a room she didn't dare leave. It was a particularly vulnerable position and tweaked Cindy's already heightened senses. "Oh, it's all right. You'll have other things, better things to worry about in a moment," Denver said, seeing her expression and guessing her thoughts. Cindy couldn't suppress one squeal, but then held her tongue as Denver grabbed her and proceeded to tie her up. There was no satisfactory place to fasten her, so he resorted to the method Cindy had used on Emily. Wrists to knees, as she had observed herself in binding Emily, dangled freedom and was flexible in the options it presented. "You still have to tie me up to have me, old man," Cindy said with a hint of venom. She'd had plenty of it and there was a warm shower a few steps away and a bed that would be more comfortable if she could stretch out and relax. She was getting bored with being tied up. "But you're tied and I'll have you. I fail to see your point," Denver said politely. He didn't bother to move her from her side. She felt the heat of his naked body behind her on the bed. He seemed content to take her as she lay. "You let me loose, I'll make it worth your while," Cindy tempted. "You're always worth my while," Denver said in automatic response. "You're not serious about this, are you? We've done it all weekend," Cindy put in another appeal. "I am quite serious, my dear. You will learn to like this," Denver said with finality. There was nothing but to go along and Cindy began to feel a little ungrateful as Denver proceeded. Her restraints were hardly restrictive, or she learned to use the motion left her. She was warming to the need for his cock as he lay behind her and fondled her. He'd let her shower after he played. She was certain of that. He liked his game and it wasn't so much of a bother to put off her own wants for that long. It was mature of her. That was as much an excuse for giving in as a reason. She was excited and she did like to be fucked. Denver did a good job and that should be a good enough excuse for anything he wanted. Showers and freedom were petty things when Denver's cock slid into her. She wanted to be fucked and cum. That was the best of the best. It was a great truth and Cindy didn't need any other to let her squirm as Denver stroked his cock in her. "I could as easily have your ass, and probably should for your arguing, but I'll make it a reminder," Denver said in her ear as if it were sweet nothings. Yes he could. He could have her ass. Cindy knew it and would allow it. Perhaps not regret it was better said, given her lack of choice. But he didn't. He was an odd bird and probably dangerous to predict, but Cindy had a warm, comforting feeling that he had refrained out of concern. She wasn't prepared or interested to make it a thought, but she felt his affection. It was an affection that collided most deliciously with her pleasure. The complexities of his pleasure were harder to intercept, but Cindy knew that was his own special problem. The very nature of his pleasure forbid her to help, except, perhaps, be resisting. She thought it must be hard for him. The shower was a pleasure and finding the full set of school clothes in the closet seemed a cute joke when she got up in the morning naked and Denver let her be briefly concerned. "My parents thought it was good for me to learn camping skills and were grateful we had so many adult chaperones," Emily giggled. "They're grateful you're getting laid too, but they aren't allowed to tell you," Cindy joked. "I think they ignore what's stirring the mixture when they're glad I mix," Emily quipped. Emily would take more time to become a young lady. Cindy's birthday was rushing toward her, although she felt it was a crawl in her anticipation. At other times, it loomed as a watershed which was both exciting and intimidating. Put in perspective, hers had been a whirlwind courtship with Robert. Even on Cindy's more impulsive timeline it was hardly enough time. That wasn't it, really. It was time enough, the weekend had been time enough, to leave her with the daunting decision. It hadn't changed since then. She could, as she denied to Robert when he brought it up, sort through other candidates. Even some of her no-account classmates could become interesting once they had been forced into the real world. She could do as everyone expected and accept Robert's proposal. She knew she wasn't greedy, only prideful and headstrong, but that wouldn't convince anyone else and Cindy wondered if she was trying to convince herself. Robert was a queer old bird and his having money and her marrying him for it seemed their only connection. That wasn't it, but Cindy had to admit it was a factor in his favor. The pro went something like: we get along and what difference does it make? Might as well marry a rich man. The con was: it was a facade, a fad, and she'd be trapped. Then she'd be discarded or become a despicable whore like her mother and leave. Providing for Daddy and finding a man that understood their relationship were selfish issues Cindy did not include. The decision was already weighted, by her cold, calculating side, millions to one in favor of Denver. She *had* missed him. Daddy noticed. Emily noticed. That was real too. Her softer side told her it was absurd she'd make such a reasonable decision as to marry for money. She wanted Robert and she knew it. She wouldn't consider him for money alone. There was no way to decide without a look into the future and Cindy had read enough fantasy to know even that would give her an ambiguous glance that she was sure to misinterpret. Her head wasn't the place to decide. It needed her heart. The decision took place lower down. "I say it's nothing but deception if you don't carry it out to the logical conclusion," Daddy was arguing heatedly. "But I don't go that far," Denver was protesting. "That isn't part of it for me." Cindy stopped at the sound of raised voiced. What was the argument about? Daddy was unmistakably passionate. Robert was trying to placate him. "Can you swear it won't be? What about when she's driven you beyond all patience with her smart mouth and attitude?" Daddy asked. Oh. It was about her, Cindy discerned. She was glad she'd stopped and she moved out of the way to listen in. She listened to silence in lieu of Robert's reply. She had a sinking feeling Daddy had defeated him and it was all off. "You're asking me to predict the future," Robert said hotly after the sepulchral pause. "I'm asking you to show her what she could be in for," Daddy said, relaxing in his sense of victory. "She deserves that so she can decide on all the evidence." They weren't going to offer an explanation for those listening in. Too boldly, Cindy opened and shut the door loudly and pranced into the room Daddy and Robert were in. "What are you two plotting?" she asked with studied innocence. "Marriage counseling," Daddy said. "I have to protect my honey bun." Protect her, her ass! It was Cindy's ass that Daddy had argued to put in harm's way. Cindy found that the argument had been over Daddy's insistence on the discipline part of bondage and discipline. After some fussing to find the proper venue, Cindy found herself over the sofa in the old, Daddy gets horny looking at my ass position. Only she wasn't left to leisurely exhibit her bottom for perusal. Denver drew ropes under the sofa in his default wrist to ankle, wrist to ankle configuration. As always, it was highly effective. "Now, since your father insists, I want you to know the full range of the deviation you're accepting," Robert said cryptically as he gently stroked Cindy's ass. "He thinks you should know, although I've never felt a need to carry it to this point," Robert was still resistant. "Because you never cared!" Daddy injected. "Those others were there and gone. It made no difference one way or the other. You'll see it's different when it does make a difference." Robert didn't reply. Cindy was lulled into considering the disagreement between the men in her life. Robert was trying to refuse but Daddy was in full Daddy knows best mode. She had the feeling they had her interests at heart. Then Robert's hand whacked down on her ass. "Punishment is to make you better," Robert said as she howled. "Punishment is to remind you who is master so you can behave accordingly." "Punishment is a teaching tool," Robert droned as his hand crashed down again, "Smart girls learn to not need it." "I don't! I don't need it! I'll do what you want. Haven't I always?" Cindy cried out desperately saying whatever she thought might stop the stinging cracks on her ass. "That's the lie they all say when they find a smart mouth won't help," Daddy said knowingly. There was too much gravel in Daddy's voice for Cindy to ignore. This was his secret kink and she was convinced that he hoped to pass it to Robert, or at least enjoy watching. It was awful sneaky, a feeling enhanced by her distaste for pain. "Then take it as a warning," Robert said, spanking her again and proving he was decided to appease Daddy. It wasn't the beating that brought sobbing. It wasn't even as severe as the snap Daddy put on impact. It drove drops from the corners of her eyes with sudden pain and left her ass hot and tingly. "You know what comes next," Robert said after he stopped, his voice now rough with intent. Cindy didn't, but it became obvious when she felt the trickle down the crack of her ass. It was obvious that he was going to fuck her ass and also that it was the obvious end to punishment. Cindy tried to put aside lesser matters and strained to open for him. Cindy was too surprised to register the full impact of Denver jamming his cock in her ass. It was like any other sudden injury, over so quickly that the occurrence blurred and was obscured in the aftermath. Whatever pain had been in the surprise was lost in the immediate concern for a cock opening her ass more as it went deeper. "You're being rough!" Cindy complained. "And you will have deserved it when I do it again," Robert assured her. Adjustment was a long time coming, it seemed to Cindy, but Robert paused once she felt him press against and reflect the heat of her ass back on her. He was content to bask and let her struggle to resign herself to the cock stuffing her. There was no mercy. Robert had agreed to show Cindy the worst case and he was not compromising. He reminded her butt of the spanking each time he slapped against it in driving his cock to the hilt. He thrust without apology as well, making the turmoil inside Cindy reduce the awareness of the spank on her ass. In fact, Cindy slowly became aware, the sting of her ass was an almost welcome distraction from the cock in her bowels. It was a case of like canceling like, although Cindy was in no state to understand that as Robert fucked deep and hard in her ass. She only felt relief when she felt Robert cum in her ass. It was almost gratitude for him letting it be over. She had time to heal that victim's attitude as she stayed tied over the sofa, however. "Would you like to continue?" Robert asked, obviously to Daddy. "I think that might be usual if she needed special correction." "Oh, no, no," Daddy sounded sheepish, more so as he said, "I just wanted what was best." Well, he was Daddy. He had been the bestest Daddy in the world and Cindy felt a bit selfish that she hadn't thought he might have his own needs before. He certainly hadn't imposed them until recently while she had accepted Robert's little quirks right off. But there was no doubt in her mind that her spanking had been staged for Daddy's benefit. It was most unfortunate, and Cindy felt this deeply, that Robert's spanking had been more to her liking. "Oh, all right." It was not the most romantic acceptance the world had ever seen, but it was well received. Robert nodded succinctly, but he was unable to hide the spring in his step at her acceptance. It was really a foregone conclusion to Cindy. Not that the doubts didn't linger, wouldn't linger until dispelled, but because she knew in her heart she would accept and Emily had been unrelenting in her scorn over Cindy's indecision. When she couldn't trust herself, she could trust Emily. After all, Emily had known Cindy's feelings better than Cindy from the start. Emily had known Robert would find her. It made sense to trust Emily's wisdom. It was a small wedding, not affair. Bill was one witness and a court recorder the other, Stanton and Emily still too young. When the sentence was pronounced, the affair began. What could she expect? A private honeymoon? Even the bridal suite, procured as Robert waved the marriage certificate in the desk man's face unasked, was a bit cramped as the five of them stripped off for a debacle of sex and perversion. Not strictly a gift in the pure sense, unwrapping their dildo put a point on the no-kink barred nature of the celebration. It went far into the night, after, of course, everyone had fucked the bride. Much later, somewhere in the darkness, with the quiet sound of someone slurping, Cindy heard Daddy say, "Wait until your mother hears." ###