IN YOUR DREAMS

BY CLIVE CLARRIS

Chapter One

"I just want you to spend a couple of hours playing with us.
There can't be any harm in that, can there?"

Julie was thirteen. Her story was a complicated one! I had lived
with her mother for a while. Somehow, Mother disappeared and
Julie didn't. At first I had worried a lot. How can a thirty
something man live with a teenage girl? No-one else in the house?
But social services seemed to think it was ok and most of my
friends and neighbours knew how it had happened. No-one seemed
bothered, except me. After a while, I wasn't bothered either.
Julie was too much fun to worry about it!

She was much like any other girl. School, lots of friends coming
round to the house. Ten minute rows about homework and the mess
her room was in. But mostly, the house was full of music and
laughter. Her best friend was Karen who was twelve. When she came
round the noise and the laughter increased and the house seemed
very empty when they went out.

"We've found a little building at the back of the old offices."

She looked slightly concerned, in case I didn't approve.

"We're looking after it! We'll move out when someone wants it
back!"

"What have you been up to?"

I wasn't really concerned. Julie had never caused me any real
problems.

"We've just done it up a bit. We just need you there now, for an
hour or two!"

I hadn't planned anything for that Summer Saturday afternoon.
Except washing the car, maybe.

"Oh, ok. Just for a little while, then."

The office block had been empty for about five years. Built in
the sixties, it had always been an odd place to put offices. It
was on the edge of a residential area, furthest away from the
main road and backing onto open farmland. There were a few
outbuildings at the back, originally for the security staff and
drivers, I assumed. As we walked down, Julie babbled on about
what a good Dad I was to her and about how she wanted to do
something for me to say, "Thank you." This wasn't an unusual
conversation. She was an embarrassingly grateful child,
sometimes. I told her not to be silly. At that moment, I didn't
associate the conversation with where we were going, at all.

The building looked surprisingly serviceable, bearing in mind it
had been empty for so long. Looking round the site, you could
easily have missed it, tucked away behind a wall and surrounded
by trees and bushes.

"Promise you won't be angry!"

A slight concern came into my mind.

"What about?"

We had gone through a couple of doors into a room about 20 feet
square. It had been an exercise room. There were wall bars down
one side. A couple of padded boxes. Some mats and beams lying
about and a couple of doors off to the side. Showers and toilets,
I suppose. "You would think they would have taken this stuff out
when the company closed down, wouldn't you? I said. "No wonder
you've adopted it."

Julie had always been athletic. Much more into sport than study!
There were a few chairs and a table and one old style upright
wooden chair was in the middle of the room facing the wallbars.
Julie sat on a mat with her her back to the bars.

"Can I tell you what we want to do?"

"Go on, then."

I sat on the chair. I didn't hear any of the doors open.

"What we are planning is to do something....that you will like a
lot."

The pause had been because I had nearly jumped out of my skin.
Both my wrists had suddenly been grabbed from behind, twisted
behind the chair and handcuffed together. It was so quick, I'd
had no time to stop it happening.

"What the f...."

"You told me not to use words like that."

As the wide bandage was wrapped around my mouth, I naturally
tried to say something. As a result the gag was both in my mouth
and over my lips and all I could do was make some rather
meaningless noises. I made lots of noises! Julie looked
concerned.

"Don't panic, Dad. Just listen for a minute."

I didn't seem to have much choice. Two girls, Julie's age, walked
round from behind me and stood next to her as she got up from the
mat. One was Karen. The other I had never seen before.

"This is Sally."

Both were dressed in school uniform. Well, every perverts dream
of a school uniform, that is. Black shoes, short white socks,
bare legs, the shortest grey pleated skirts imaginable. White
shirts with striped red and gold ties knotted about three inches
down from the collar concealed nicely developing breasts . Each
had only one button of the shirt done up and a tantalising
glimpse of tiny black bras caused me some worry about whether I
could continue to sit on the chair comfortably.

Chapter Two

Julie was taking off her sweater. Only then did I realise that
she too had been wearing a grey skirt, socks and shoes rather
than her usual sneakers and jeans. The uniforms were uniformly
uniform! At least they were when Julie undid all but one of her
shirt buttons.

"Its not what you're thinking," she smiled.

It wasn't a mocking or aggressive smile. It was her usual genuine
bubbly smile. She couldn't have known what I was thinking,
because my thinking wasn't leading me to any answers at all! She
could see that I was puzzled and far from happy.

"You know how great you've been looking after me since Mum went.
You are brilliant and I wish you were my real Dad. I've been
looking for some way to say "Thank you" properly, so that you
knew I meant it. I wanted to find something that would give you a
real high. But I could never think of anything. Then you were
going out one day last month and you needed me to find your
jacket and take it to the cleaners on my way to school. I
couldn't find the one you meant so I started looking through the
things in your bedroom."

Major alarm bells began to ring in my head.

"You're really into schoolgirls, aren't you? And tying people
up!"

She had found the box! She had obviously gone through the box! I
tried to remember the detail of what was still in it. Oh God! She
hadn't played the videos had she?

"I've learned an awful lot about kinky sex, this month!"

She had played the videos!

"And you love coming in girl's throats, don't you?"

She'd read the diaries!

"And I didn't know we had a digital camera!"

Please tell me she didn't know how to download the files.

"You did some brilliant things to Wendy, didn't you?"

Why couldn't she have been like so many other kids and skipped
computer classes?

"We've spent a lot of time planning this. But I worried that you
wouldn't let us do it. So we finally decided that we would have
to give you no choice. The three of us are all agreed that we
want to do this for you and that afterwards nothing will have
changed! If you ever tell anyone we shall deny it completely, and
anyway, you would probably be the one to get into trouble. After
all we're only twelve and thirteen!"

The three of them put their arms on each others shoulders, pouted
and did a little formation curtsey.

"So don't worry. We can't be disturbed, you can't stop us, so you
might as well enjoy it!"

That look she uses when she is trying to get round me crept over
her face. The one with the wide eyes, the open mouth and the tip
of her tongue just resting on her lower lip.

"Pleeeease."

Suddenly visions of the rest of my life in jail came flashing
into my head. I shook it vigorously.

"Pleeeease Daddy. Just enjoy it. 'Cos we're going to!

She stood straight in front of me and held that wide eye contact
and slightly opened mouth whilst the other two went to put
padlocks on the doors and close the blinds. For the first time I
noticed that she had grown up. And out!

Chapter Three

The blinds were those thin plastic venetian ones that let light
in. It was about five o'clock on a Summer afternoon so it was
warm and quite bright in the room. They had chosen the music
carefully, too. The joss sticks added a heady perfume and I was
at the mercy of three nubile young girls. Heaven or hell? I
couldn't quite decide.

They placed three small wooden stools in front of me and sat on
them. Each fixed their wide eyes on mine and put their hands high
in the air.

"I've studied everything that turns you on, Daddy. And we've
rehearsed in here lots."

Julie had always had a wonderful sense of timing and I groaned
inwardly as I realised that this wasn't all going to be over in
ten minutes.

"Isn't this how you like to see girls? Can you imagine us
standing here like this with our hands tied to ropes from the
ceiling?"

My boxer shorts and jeans had suddenly become two sizes too
small. Already the shirts were gaping wide at the waistline with
beautiful smooth flesh making unimaginable promises. Only they
weren't unimaginable. And soon, I wasn't going to have to imagine
any more as Julie walked acroos and pulled two previously un-
noticed climbing ropes from the wall, along the track in the
ceiling. Part way down were leather loops, like the ones circus
trapeze artists put their wrists and ankles into when they
perform. She let them hang behind the other girl's stools. For
the first time, Karen and Sally took their eyes off me and looked
at one another. There was no shyness or embarrassment. They
smiled at each other in a way that was almost a definition of
mischievous. Karen and Sally dropped their arms. Karen got off
her stool and walked over to me. She spoke for the first time.

"We're going to call you Daddy, too."

She stood in front of me and kissed my forehead gently before
putting both hands on the back of my head. She lifted her right
leg and put her knee gently against the front of my jeans, almost
kneeling on the chair. Tantalisingly gently she pulled my face
towards her shirt and gently squashed her soft, pert little right
breast against my eyes and nose. Without the gag, her little
hardening nipple would have been between my lips. Even so, the
cloth was thin enough and the nipple hard enough for me to know
exactly where it was.

Julie had walked behind us and I felt Karen's hands lifting off
the back of my neck. Her knee began to grind ever so gently
against my balls. My sudden concentration on what was happening
between my legs meant that I didn't realise that Julie had been
using some soft white rope to tie Karen's wrists together, until
she slid her knee off the chair and backed away towards her
stool.

Sally came and sat on my lap and wriggled. She used her legs to
seperate mine until she was sitting on the chair between them.
She leaned back until her face was against mine. She kissed my
cheek and whispered.

"You can watch me being made helpless."

Julie wrapped a length of the same rope around her wrists and
expertly knotted it in place.

Pausing only to rub her soft little bottom against my hard
enormous bulge she returned to her stool. They both climbed onto
their stools. One foot first. Slowly, still facing me. Eyes
firmly back holding mine as the little skirts slid back along
soft curving thighs.

Julie had fetched two steel spring cabenas from somewhere in the
room and moved the third stool next to Karen. So well had they
rehearsed this, that her eyes looked wickedly at me as she
climbed on the stool and linked the leather strap and the white
rope together.

Sally was a few inches taller. I knew that they knew exactly what
was in store for me when her wrists and the leather strap on the
climbing rope behind her where clipped together. The strap was a
few inches higher than Karen's!

"We've practiced hanging from these ropes a little bit longer
every day." Sally wasn't whispering now, but her voice was soft
and slow.

"If we need to, this stage can take about forty five minutes."

"But it all depends which of us lasts longest. Us or you." The
way Karen said it left me knowing exactly what she meant.

Julie stood in front of me again.

"Since this is the first time we've done this for real, I'll
explain everything thats happening for you. That way, even if you
try to close your eyes, you'll still know. We won't be able to do
that later on, because we might not be in a position to talk all
that much!"

I swallowed.

"I know all about what happens when men get turned on. We've done
our research!"

(A little reference to my advice about last week's homework. The
only thing was I'd had no idea what homework they had been
doing!)

"The only thing we couldn't find out was how many times you can
come in one day."

I closed my eyes.

"We couldn't exactly ask anyone, so we finally agreed that its
probably five or six." I opened my eyes. Very wide.

I thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that if things
carried on like this, they may well be right!

"But we know that you don't like it to be too quick. So all you
have to do, is nod when you want the first one."

I can't cope!

"We know that you want to do more than just watch, but that comes
later."

The music was Pink Floyd. The light was becoming a little less
bright. The incense was getting to me.

"So we don't want to turn you on too much too soon. We thought
you would enjoy it, if I used these on Karen and Sally, first.
Just while they stand on their stools in front of you."

(I've only come twice in my life without my prick being touched,
and both times I was asleep. This looked like being the third.)

Julie was holding two large hooks with a six inch piece of cord
tied to each of them. On the end of the cords were those weights
that builders use on plumb lines.

"I'm going to hook these into their ....Listen daddy!"

"...into their panties and they are going to see if they can get
them off." (Or me?)

She reached under Karen's skirt and hooked. Then she did the same
to Sally before walking to stand behind me. Julie pressed herself
against my back and reached round to stroke my chest whilst I
watched. My boxers were decidedly damp. The site of two cute,
five foot something teenage girls balanced on wooden stools,
their hands tied above their heads with a metal weight hanging
between their slighly parted legs was pure fantasy material. Only
it wasn't.

I wish I could control my thoughts. The metal hooks must be
resting against their....

Karen move her feet as far apart on the stool as it would allow.
The weight began to swing as she smiled at me.

"We had to practice this loads. We found that they would only
slide down if you did this."

The rope took all her weight as she slowly lifted both legs by
bending her knees up and apart clear of the stool. Then she
quickly dropped them back and the weight and her pure white
panties slid three more inches into view beneath the grey skirt.

"The problem is that you can't keep your legs together, otherwise
your thighs hold the weight. But if you have them too wide apart,
the knickers won't slide down."

(Why does a mix of innocence and sex have such an effect on me?)

"This seems to work, quite well, too."

Sally began to swing on the rope, kicking gently off the stool.
She swung towards me and then away again and it wasn't until the
second time that I realised she was using the same technique all
people do on playground swings. It involves putting your legs
forward to swing forward and tucking them underneath to swing
back. With your knees slightly apart!

Each beautiful movement by each beautiful girl resulted in those
beautiful white panties sliding a little bit further down those
beautiful Summer tanned legs. With fleeting glimpses of what they
left behind under those little grey skirts. By the time they were
both standing on their stools again with the little bundle of
material draped over their polished school shoes and little
socks, there were beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I nodded
to shake them off.

Chapter Four

"I told you! I said it would make you want to come!" Karen didn't
know how right she was.

Julies hands slid down from my chest and began to undo my belt. I
shook my head vigorously.

"But you nodded!"

Oh God. How can I explain about the sweat with a gag in my mouth?
I can't let a thirteen year old toss me off! Help.

Julie walked round in front of me again. (Why do her beautiful
breasts have to be straight in front of my eyes when I'm sitting
down?)

"Shall we make you wait a bit longer." I nodded hard. Then I
shook my head. Then I closed my eyes again. HELP.

"See if this helps."

She had a pair of scissors. (I'm going to burst!)

She put the stool behind Karen, stepped up, reached inside her
shirt from behind and made three snips. Karen stood very still.

She moved the stool behind Sally, stepped up, reached inside her
shirt from behind and made three snips. Sally stood very still.

She stood in front of me, reached inside her own shirt from the
collar and made three snips.

Julie put the scissors carefully on the stool, held the bottom
corners of her shirt apart and away until the one fastened button
must have been struggling to cope, and shrugged her shoulders.
(If you keep eye contact with me where am I supposed to look?)

The remains of the little black lacy bra fell out. (I need to
nod!)

Julie walked over to Karen, reached up and held the two front
corners of her shirt away from her body from behind. This one
slid slowly out with a little more persuasion. It fell on the
floor. (I really need to nod!)

Julie stood behind Sally, reached up and round for the corners of
her shirt and pulled them back to the sides behind her. The
material was tight against her chest, flattening her breasts
where the single button held right up to the moment when Julie
tugged and it let go. The shirt opened. The pieces of bra
fluttered to the floor. Tiny, hard pink nipples, glimpsed before
the folds of the shirt just covered them again. (I'm not nodding
to get the sweat out of my eyes. I'm not. I AM NOT!)

Chapter Five

Karen and Sally are sitting on their stools again now. Julie has
undone Karen's shirt button too. ("It's only fair.") My eyes
can't keep away from those glimpsed curves of soft breasts still
partly covered by the edges of the white shirts. And the knees
are still apart and pointing at me, the folds of grey skirt
falling between them. And there is nothing underneath. No. Don't
be stupid! There is EVERYTHING underneath. The wrists are still
tied on their laps.

The shoes have gone now, but the little white socks are still
there as if to remind me.

(Julie! I nodded. You promised. But you didn't notice.)

"You didn't think I saw you nod, did you?" (Oh shit!)

It's hellishly difficult to lift yourself off the seat of a chair
with your hands handcuffed behind its back! It didn't take long
though. Julie took my shoes, my socks, my jeans and my shirt off
in seconds. I am sitting here in just my boxers with a hard on I
can't disguise any more and with three young girls intent on
making me come six times. Thank goodness they haven't taken the
gag off. What would I say?

"We tossed for it." (couldn't you have used a better word?)
"Sally won."

Sally was the tallest and slimmest of the three. Her face was so
cute, with wide brown eyes, rich brown long hair to her shoulders
and freckles. The Summer sun had coloured her skin and her tiny
little nose emphasised that she hadn't quite left being a child
behind her. She might do today!

Julie untied Karen and Karen did that button up again. (I need to
see them!!)

Sally stayed where she was whilst the two of them tied me to the
chair. Not a word. The silence, the music and the perfume was
building my apprehension again. I could only see Sally's face
now. I looked questioningly into her eyes. She smiled and winked.

I grew.

Now I was further forward on the seat. My ankles were pulled back
and tied to the front legs of the chair. My arms were tied at my
sides to the point where the legs were joined to the back of the
seat. There was no hiding my hard-on now!

Julie had the scissors again. No words. No resistence. I could
feel my whole body blushing as my prick and balls thrust forward
from my position on the chair captured the attention of three
wide pairs of eyes.

"God, this is going to be good! Look at it!"

"Shhh"

Obviously Karen's reaction was a departure from the script!

Pink Floyd are good at slow build ups, but the music always
reaches a climax eventually. How can I stop myself reaching one
with it? When I understood the next part of the performance, I
knew I couldn't.

Sally knelt in front of me. (She's not going to, is she? She's
not old enough. She can't have done it before. Oh God.)

Her eyes stayed wide as the othe girls untied her wrists and
retied them behind her. (I'd forgotten. Julie's read my notes and
fantasies.)

They turned her round and she knelt with her back to me whilst
they tied her ankles together and then used a length of strong
white rope to link ankles and wrists. Her body was arched
backwards whilst Karen put three turns of rope around her body.
It was under her shirt and must have been below her breasts, but
I couldn't see whilst she was facing the other way. When they
turned her round and her eyes met mine again I saw that I had ben
right. Now her breasts were thrusting forwards and looked a
little bit bigger than before. But the shirt still covered them
and the rope only added to the effect. They left her there to
slide the two ropes across behind her. She grinned at me and
licked her lips.

Two straps to hook into the ones on the climbing ropes had been
made to the right lengths with two more hooks on the bottom end.
I had already discovered there was more strength than was obvious
in these little gymnasts. It took seconds for them to lift Sally
the few inches needed to hook into the rope round her body. The
shirt on her back was held high by the straps. Her whole body
tipped forwards. The weight squeezed the rope into her chest,
just below her breasts, tipping her slightly forward. the front
of her shirt gaped and hung away and the look on her face was one
of real enjoyment.

They used the music to time what they did next. I had no control
at all over what I did next.

Julie cut the shirt away. Soft, sweet beautiful thrusting breasts
with bullet hard little pink nipples. And freckles! They were
thrusting towards me and I was thrusting towards them. They
mustn't meet. They have to meet.

The skirt was next. But not the shoes and socks!

There is a thirteen year old almost naked helpless girl, tied up
about six feet in front of me, inches off the floor, with a wet
slightly open rose pink pussy, smiling at me. Karen and Julie
stand behind her looking at me over her helpless handing body.
And they swing her towards me. Christ. They've measured it. As
they swing her towards me, she is rising. Their eyes! Sally's
breasts will be right in my face as she looks down into my eyes.
Please close your eyes. Your eyes will make me come. Oh God.

Her legs are tied up behind her back. Now I know why. They keep
pushing. My prick is being squashed between our bodies. My face
is being squashed by those beautiful tits. I can't stop looking
up at those eyes looking down. Julies fingers touch me for the
first time.

Noooooo!

Surely she's too low. You can't. YOU CAN'T!

Soft gentle fingers reach between our legs. My prick bends down
and away. It is lying, held down by those soft, pouting, damp,
pink little lips.

Nooooo!

The tip is being turned gently upwards and being fed. A tiny bit
at a time its being fed into.

ITS SLIPPING IN!

Nooooo!

If they stop pushing her towards me it will slide out again.

I close my eyes. Panic won't help. You must find control. They'll
let her swing back in a moment and then you can come. They
haven't given me any protection. Panic won't help!

YOU CANNOT COME INSIDE A TIED UP THIRTEEN YEAR OLD!

They keep pushing her forward.

Julie and Karen hold hands behind Sally's body to keep her from
swinging back as they come to the side of the chair.

Karen nibbles my right ear.

Julie whispers in my left.

"Open your eyes and look into hers when you shoot. Otherwise it
will spoil it for her. And you!"

They move away again and I feel their fingers reach under again
to gently squeeze and play with one ball each.

I open my eyes to see that smiling, freckled face looking down at
me. I begin to thrust up from the chair.

Noooooo!

They begin to let her swing back....

NOT NOW!

......and forward. Just by three or four inches. The wetness is
holding me so tight in there. (How did they practice this?)

YOU CANNOT COME INSIDE A TIED UP THIRTEEN YEAR OLD!

They are speeding up. Sally's eyes are growing wider. (I had been
so tied up in my own feelings I hadn't even thought of that!)

My prick and balls are huge. They are taking over my body.

I am going to come. (Why am I nodding?)

I am going to come.

I AM GOING TO COME INSIDE A TIED UP NUBILE THIRTEEN YEAR OLD!

Aaaargh. Aaaaaaaargh. Aaaaaaaaaaargh.

I hadn't come for days. There must have been loads. All spurting
deep inside that tight, wet pink little pussy. I was right. It
was her eyes that made me come. Why has she closed them now? Why
the little black dish?

They swing her gently away from me as I close my eyes tight. What
have I done? But how could I have stopped it? When I open my
eyes, Sally is back hanging six feet in front of me. They are all
looking at me happily. The little black dish is on the mat
between her still tied legs and white drops are falling into it.

"We will need that for later. Do you need a rest?"

PLEASE DON'T SAY ARREST!

The discussion had not gone well. I had tried to stay calm and
explain that this must stop now. Julie pointed out that it was
too late to stop. What had happened, had happened. I couldn't
change that, so why not accept it and enjoy it?

The girls had removed the gag and untied me, but the doors were
locked and there was no way out. Karen and Julie had put on jeans
and buttoned up the school shirts and we had sat drinking coffee
and eating the picnic they had brought with them. (Was there any
detail they hadn't thought of?) Sally still wore the little
school skirt.

The conversation went round in circles and Julie, Karen and Sally
kept giggling and smiling everytime I came up with a reason I
thought would convince them. The trouble was, I kept laughing
too, which rather spoiled my killer arguements.

As a result, here I was lying on a gym mat, cushions under my
head and shoulders, propping me up to watch, my wrists tied
behind my back and my ankles held wide apart by ropes to a padded
gym box a few feet away. I hadn't noticed the box in the corner
of the room before, because the chair I had been sitting on had
its back to it. Julie went to fetch something from it.

"Oh no. You can't use that!"

"And you're going to stop us, I suppose?"

The new gag was in my mouth in seconds. I had bought it months
ago, but never found an occasion to use it. Julie had obviously
helped herself to the contents of the box under the bed!

Made of hard red rubber, the part in my mouth was like half a
large rubber ball. My tongue was trapped down and my mouth held
wide. It was strapped in place round my head and Julie had
buckled it very tight. There was no chance of pushing it out!
Attached to the front of the ball, holding my lips open was a red
rubber dildo, about six inches long. It was hollow, with lots of
large holes punched in the rubber, and with the end, a very
life-like prick, but with the opening in the tip about half an
inch across.

"I'm going first. Handcuff me, Karen."

Karen cuffed Julies hands behind her back. She sat down on the
mat next to me to watch, after putting a couple of big cushions
either side of my chest. Sally knelt the other side, whilst Julie
stood astride my waist. Carefully she dropped forwards, her knees
wide apart onto the cushions, the stiffness of her blue jeans
against my skin. Karen reached up and undid the shirt and brushed
it back off Julies shoulders. Her little soft breasts and lovely
pink nipples thrust towards me again, stretched by her hands held
behind her back. Julies eyes went wider as she she felt something
behind her pushing against her bottom.

"This is only to give you an idea of what's coming later!"

She leaned forwards and opened her mouth wide, just inches in
front of my face. I watched incredulously as she took the tip of
the open dildo between her lips and began to move closer. Her
lips and tongue were working and she was using the rubber in her
mouth to make her mouth water more.Gradually she worked along the
rubber and I could taste her breath and wetness through the
hollow tube as she got closer. Her eyes were wide open, inches
from mine, and I began to realise what she had meant. It was six
inches long and it was sliding into her wet throat. Pushing
gently towards me, almost losing balance as she didn't have the
use of her hands to support her, she slid the rubber deeper into
her throat until our lips were touching.

"I bet Julies never kissed you like this before, Daddy!"

She went on pushing. I could feel her nipples just brushing my
chest as she crushed my lips with hers and breathed into my
mouth. Slowly she leaned back. The dripping red rubber
reappearing from her mouth as I pictured how deep into her throat
it must have been.

Then it was Sally's turn. But Sally was a gymnast! Very carefully
she came and sat on my chest, just for a moment. I watched as she
placed her feet either side of my head, put her hands backwards
onto the floor next to my waist and lifted herself clear. Karen
undid the skirt and took it off. Sally was bent backwards crab
like as she moved her body carefully up mine. That beautiful pink
opening came close to the open tube gag before I remembered. Less
than an hour ago, I had pumped my own sperm into that beautiful
pussy and then watched it drip out into the black dish. But I
could smell that delightful sweetness mingled with that familiar
aroma of my own cum as she slid her soft lips onto the open
shaft. In seconds, my face was crushed. The drips from inside
Sally's body oozing through the tube and into my wide open mouth.
I was helpless as I felt the liquid slipping over my tongue and
into my throat. I was huge! Too soon she slid off, stood up, and
turned back grinning at me. But it wasn't over yet!

Karen knelt astride me, and even I wasn't prepared for what
happened next. "I was in hospital last year, for an operation.
For a few weeks afterwards I had to do special thing for feeding
and breathing. I never thought it would come in useful, but, hey,
it just goes to show!" Karen had really large and open nostrils,
and a beautiful large wet mouth which somehow combined to make
her look as if she was always intent on seducing you. I had
noticed it before.

Sally had now released Julie who had fetched a hollow transparent
plastic tube from the bag and my mind raced as I watched Karen
gently feed it into her right nostril. Then she leaned forwards
and opened her mouth. The light from the window fell just right
for me to see the end of the tube in the back of her throat as
she stretched her lips to take the red rubber. How did they all
know what wide open eyes did to me? In moments her lips were
touching mine and Julie was using some soft cord round our necks
to hold us in that position. She knotted the cord firmly and put
the handcuffs on Karen now, so that her hands were behind her
back and powerless to affect the next part of the plan. (What had
they been doing to have learned so much about what a turn on
helplessness could be?)

Julie had also fetched a small pastic funnel. She pushed the tube
over the end and my mind went into overdrive.

"We're not really sure if you're into this. But we are, so we'll
just have to hope!" She slid her jeans and panties off and Sally
held the funnel whilst Julie stood astride it. I could swear I
saw a twinkle in the wide eyes just inches from mine. The girls
moved slighly so that I could just see as the first drops of pee
fell into the funnel and began to move along the tube.

"Karen had to find a way to make this work. When we first tried
it, we could only get the piss to go straight down her throat,
but now she has learned how to close off her throat, so that its
her mouth that fills up. Then she will start to blow gently." The
first drops tricking through into my mouth didn't prepare me. In
moments, I knew that the tortures they had thought out for me
were going to be real. The piss began to flow into Karens mouth,
and every few seconds I watched her cheeks bulge, just before the
warm pungent liquid was forced through the rubber tube into my
throat. I began to try to do something to stop them, but we were
firmly tied together, no safe words, no way of saying "Help!"
Karen had become a human pump. I began to feel my own bladder
begin to fill with the coffee from earlier and the piss from a
thirteen year old. Then they changed places.

"Filling up?" Joyful glee was in her voice. No malice at all!

Am I going to survive this. They are too innocent to understand
about limits. Is that exciting?

I had drunk pints by the time the cords were untied and that soft
warm throat had slid away, the tube removed. But there was more
to come.

The three of them knelt by the side of me. Sally took out one of
the cushions from behind my head and it fell back. I was looking
up at the ceiling with the open gag in my mouth.

"There is always a price to pay for enjoying yourself."

Karen took the little black dish and held it above my face.

"We've got two of these. But you cant see the other one right
now. Sally is about to use it."

Smiling widely at me she began to lift the black dish above my
face as I felt cool slender fingers encircle my prick. Very
lightly, barely touching, they began to slide up and down the
shaft. I was being wanked.

"If you don't cum, I wont pour this into your throat. If you do,
guess what we're going to do with your second load."

The fingers got faster. The bowl began to tip. I can't stop this.
I'm being wanked by a twelve year old girl. I can feel my prick
growing. That familiar feeling near the base as the tingle
starts.

The bowl is tipping.

"Aaagh." I had been determined to keep quiet. Shit.

"Aaaagh" my hips were lifing involuntarily. The fingers were
getting faster.

"Which came first? The chicken or the egg?"

Karen had lied. Without warning the bowl tipped and I watched my
own sperm being dripped into the open end of the dildo gag as I
conveniently provided these nubile torturers with another load
for their next scenario.

Two out of six?

Chapter Seven

I don't remember the last time in my life I came more than twice
in one day. Probably when I first discovered wanking as a
teenager. Would it still be a pleasure? They had untied me and
let me go to the toilet, thank goodness. Should I make a run for
it. Do I want to make a run for it. How curious am I about what
else they have planned. God this is exciting.

It took me the length of a long piss to realise that I didn't
have the will power to walk away. When else was I going to be
offered this much pleasure? They were right. It had happened now.
It must not happen again....after today. But they mustn't think I
am agreeing to it. How could I ever take the moral high ground
again with Julie, if she knew I had agreed to three nubile
teenagers playing sex and bondage games with her Dad?

"We've got supplies in for the whole weekend and there are some
blow up mattresses in one of the other rooms for us to sleep on."
Julie was making it clear that this was nowhere near over yet.

"So we don't have to worry about when we sleep, if you get tired.
We thought we'd just give you one more surprise and then have a
few hours to recover."

"Now listen. This has got to stop now!"

Had I resisted enough before the soft tape was once more wound
round my face and the cords tied to my wrists. Still completely
naked, but with no sign of my earlier record beating erection, I
was led over to the wall bars and tied by my wrists and ankles
with my back to them.

"Are we ok as little schoolgirls for you, Daddy? Would you like
us to be younger? You wait till tomorrow." I can't.

They huddled together in front of me and whispered for a moment
or two.

Sally said,"You don't seem to be enjoying this as much as you
were, we need to change that! Watch us tie up Karen properly!"
She went to put some music on and lit more joss sticks whilst
Karen fixed her eyes on mine again. I felt a twinge.

Slowly she peeled off the jeans and panties that she was still
wearing, but then deliberately arranged the school shirt and tie
so that the schoolgirl effect would not be lost. The little white
shirt gaped where most of the buttons were left undone and the
tie was knotted about three inches down. The effect of her eyes,
large mouth and nostrils and schoolgirl cut dark hair was
stunning. I caught myself thinking, "Is she twelve or thirteen?"
God those soft little breasts under that thin shirt....

Sally and Julie turned her away from me and I watched as they
took soft white cord and circled her wrists. Working up her arms
they pulled tight, making her elbows touch. When she turned round
again, those new developing breasts were causing the shirt to
stretch wonderfully.

Next, her ankles and legs were tied together in just the same
way, the cord wrapping round and round until being firmly tied
above her knees. They knelt her in front of me as they tied her
wrists to her ankles behind her. Her eyes were on mine again.
Twinges but no growth. Was my stamina going to desert me. It was
so erotic watching this very young schoolgirl being tied up, yet
no erection. Help.

Sally slid the rope along the overhead track whilst Jule fetched
a heavy looking object with a power cable attached.

"We thought life would be easier with a winch. We can do what we
like then." She climbed onto the padded box and Sally handed her
the winch. Julie put its hook into the strap high on the rope and
took the cable and jumped down to plug it in to a socket on the
wall. Picking up the remote control from the floor, she pressed
the button and a wirring noise started a thin steel cable with a
small eye dropping down. She took a wide leather belt with a
number of "D" rings stitched into it and buckled it round Karen's
waist. A cabena was the final touch to link the back of the belt
to the hoist cable, and all was ready. They must have practiced
this very well.

The first touch of the button and Karen was lifted, hogtied into
the air. Perfectly balanced, her knees dropped a little as they
left the floor, but her eyes never left mine as she was suspended
a few feet up, still in her kneeling pose.

"Would you like your helpless schoolgirl to suck you, Sir"

Standing either side of Karen's taught little body, Julie and
Sally slowly tilted her on the end of the cable until her head
dropped forward. Sally held her whilst Julie fetched another
strap and buckled it around Karen's forehead. In moments another
cord was attached to the ring at the back and her head was pulled
back and attached by the cord to the ring on the belt. Oh no.
Those eyes again.

Pressing the lower button on the control and carefully tilting
Karen as she dropped, that pretty face was quickly level with my
prick. Again. Stirrings. Julie took it in her little, cool
fingers and lifted it until it was at right angles to my body as
I watched as it slowly disappear into that lovely wet mouth for
the second time that day. I had grown a bit, but nothing like as
hard as before. But they knew what they were doing. Slowly and
carefully Sally and Julie twisted Karen's body, turning her
upside down, my prick still in her mouth, being played with by
that little pink tongue and luscious lips. In a matter of
moments, they had swung her gently away to make good use of
Karen's unique ability, although I hadn't yet realised it.

"We need you to go soft again, please." Just listen to the music
for a moment or two and think of nothing much."

Although it had grown much harder with that little mouth working
away at it, it was not more than half a minute before it had
subsided again. After all, I had cum twice already this
afternoon.

Then I realised it wasn't going to stay that way for long.

"We don't think this will have happened to you before either,
Daddy."

Incredibly, Julie, whose fingers are really tiny, had taken
Karen's right nostril and stretched it open as Sally took the tip
of my prick and squeezed it in. Now even when I'm small, we're
talking about the neck of a wine bottle size here! And yet, the
tip was clearly inside her nose!

"Now it doesn't matter if you get harder. It will be easier to
push it in!" God, they're not going to stop at that!

""Go on, push it in. You know how big it stretched when we were
practicing!" I forgot Karen had nothing in her mouth anymore. The
effect of her talking with my prick in her nose, for goodness
sake, was indescribable.

Julie took my shaft in her little hand, and Sally held the
suspended Karen and they pushed. I felt my prick pushing up that
hugely flared nostril with sheer disbelief.

"Karen had most of the bones in the bridge of her nose removed
last year, so it can go all the way in"

Not if its the size I'm becoming now, it won't!

But it did.

I looked at Karen's upside down face, watching her breathing
through her wide open mouth and felt my own balls against her
eyes as seven inches of my cock was being made to fuck her head!
Thank God I can't see her eyes now!

"We read in one of your books, that tying up your balls makes it
grow bigger, Daddy."

The fingers worked between my body and Karen's face and the
slipknot pulled really tight and we all learned that they were
right. Karen's nostril was grotesquely stretched, the other one
almost flattened closed by my throbbing cock.

"And it said that you can be made to cum just by squeezing them!"

"Make sure you watch my mouth!"

Please, STOP TALKING Karen!

Julie set to work. I felt her work on my balls like they were
little lumps of blu-tak. Every now and then, the little fingers
would pinch the tiny bit of my shaft that wasn't embedded. How
will I ever be able to look this girl in the face again without
getting an erection?

It was nearly working, but not quite.

"Ready." Sally knew something I didn't.

Hanging as she was from the ceiling, it was not difficult for
Sally to hold Karen's head and beging to move it. THEY WERE GOING
TO MAKE ME FUCK HER NOSE!

"Don't close your eyes like that. Watch Karen's mouth!"

I watched.

Mucous must be an incredible lubricant and it must have taken
Karen months to control her reflexes, operation or no operation.

They only allowed two inches, but it was more than enough. As I
watched my prick slide in and out, felt those fingers on my
balls, and looked at that wide open mouth breathing rythmically,
I knew we were going to make three!

Perhaps it was the large amount of liquid earlier, or perhaps it
was the sheer excitement of a totally new experience. Whatever it
was, this seemed to be the most cum yet. As I felt the inevitable
starting to happen, I suddenly remembered the sight of that
little tube earlier, at the back of Karen's throat. That's where
my prick must be now. Now. NOW! "Aaaagh." Why do I have to give
it away by not keeping quiet?

As the groan started in my throat, so the muscles started in
Karen's. Julie squeezed hard. Sally held Karen's head harder and
pushed. I usually close my eyes when I cum, but this time, I just
had to watch.

I watched that little wide open mouth suddenly stop breathing and
fill with cum, white, yellowy spurts of cum. I was coming in her
mouth FROM THE INSIDE! Each spurt that I watched seemed to
produce another. PLEASE STOP SQUEEZING. She'll drown in it in a
moment if they don't do something!

But I shouldn't have worried. Three bright intelligent young
girls are quite capable of thinking things through to the end.

Julie did stop squeezing and picked up the unnoticed black dish.
Already with my last load contrasting with the bottom of the
bowl, she undid the strap round Karen's forehead and then held
the dish under her mouth to allow the spunk to ooze over her
lips, form a few bubbles and allow breathing to start again.
Sally carefully and gently swung Karen's face away and my prick
reluctantly left its home for the past ten minutes. The girls
swung Karen the right way up again and she was lowered gently
back to the kneeling position in front of me. God that smile!

"Was that good?"

Her eyes on mine, she waited for Julie to lift the bowl, tipped
her head back and let Julie pour the contents straight back into
her mouth.Looking back at me, she was holding her lips tightly
closed and her cheeks were bulging with their contents. Julie
held the bowl in front of her again and I knew that the target of
six orgasms in twenty four hours might well be achieved by these
girls as those wonderful nostrils flared and she pulsed the cum
out of them like some petite two prick orgasm.

Can you actually die from too much sex?

Chapter Eight

"Do you think I'm quite grown up for twelve?" Karen's eyes
sparkled. I wonder if she knew that I had never even heard of
anyone doing what she had done to me, let alone seen it happen!

We had all slept for a while. I had slept very deeply. Usually
I'm asleep within minutes of cumming once nowadays. These girls
had made me cum three times. When I had woken up it was dark
outside, but the power had obviously been left on to the building
as there were several lights on. There was no sign of the three
girls who had slept on the inflatable beds next to me. I
reflected on what had happened.

Two thirteen year olds and a twelve year old had tied me up; had
tied each other up; had played the most sophisticated bondage
games way beyond what even I had dreamed about; and had made me
cum three times in four hours. I had shot my first load into
Sally's soft and tight little pussy whilst she had been suspended
above me. Sally had wanked me into a little black dish, as what
was left of my first load had been poured into my own mouth. And
I had come into Karen's mouth through her nose! What was left?

I couldn't decide whether to be ashamed at my thoughts or simply
accept it, when Karen came bouncing into the room.

"We're ready for you again!"

I had been right. Just looking at that face with the broad, open
nose had me stirring again.

"I think I need a drink first!"

The school uniform was complete again. Karen came back in moments
with a beer and I tried to take as long as possible with it.

"What would your Mum and Dad think about this. It can't go on,
you know!"

"I'm not going to tell them. I'm pretty sure you're not going to!
And we're having too much fun to stop yet. Come on!"

They were certainly getting sure of themselves. Karen handcuffed
my hands behind my back yet again. This time the gag was a
leather strap, covering the bottom part of my face.

I stood up and meekly allowed myself to me led into the main room
again.

Just as we came through the door, Karen whispered to me, "You
haven't fucked your daughter yet!" Help.

"We thought you might be a bit reluctant to do that, so we had to
find an incentive for you."

Julie was on her back on a low padded box. Her head rested on one
end, but her bottom was barely supported at the other. She was
totally naked except for the white socks. Her ankles had been
pulled back and tied to rings at the bottom corners of the box.
Her wrists were tied by her sides. "Hello Daddy!" There was no
sign of Sally. Karen was obviously in charge of this part of the
plan. She sat me on a chair next to the box.

"Julie wants to explain to you."

"This is one of your favourite bondage positions, isn't it? I
can't stop anyone pushing anything into my pussy that they want
to, can I? You're going to push your prick in there soon! And cum
again!" I shook my head. I hoped it was convincing.

"But left to your own devices, we thought you might not do that.
Then again we thought that you really wouldn't want to see me
suffer, would you? And I really do want you to fuck me!"

This isn't happening to me.

"So you see these?" Karen had picked up two little round night
light candles. "We discovered that, if you took off the metal
holder, the wax runs everywhere when they are burning." As she
spoke Karen did just that.

"And some Pritt Glue rubbed on the bottom, holds them perfectly
in place."

Karen rubbed the glue on the base of the two little cylinders of
wax and stuck them firmly on Julies soft breasts, just above the
nipples. Only then did I realise that the night lights had
already been "doctored." The bases had obviously been shaved so
that they sloped towards Julies little pert pink nipples.

"I can see you're beginning to understand. But there is more!"

"In a moment, Karen is going to put the big candle in my mouth.
Then it will be up to you. But we don't want it to be too easy.
You can kneel on the cushion between my feet. Then Karen is going
to strap you to the box gtoo. That way, you can't pull out too
far. In fact, you won't be able to pull out at all. But nothing
stops, until you cum inside me! Understand?" I groaned.

Whilst Julie had been speaking, Karen had strapped a wide leather
belt around my waist. I was pulled from the chair and knelt on
the cushion. I looked at Julie, then at Karen. Oh SHIT. Growing
hard again!

"Come on. Isn't it exciting, fucking us, Daddy?"

In seconds, Karens cool fingers had taken my shaft, teased it
against those damp pink, parting lips and pushed me. I felt the
tight softness sliding past as it went deeper. A little ridge
caught on mine. Aaagh. Clips on chains from the rings on the box
were quickly snapped onto the "D" rings at the side of the belt
and I was trapped.

Julie somehow slid herself a couple of inches further down the
box. "Oooh. It feels much nicer than the rubber one we practiced
with. And it throbs, too!"

"Now, what you have to remember is, I shall be gagged with a
candle. You've got to convince Karen that you have come. If you
don't, she won't release either of us. And I've never tried this
before. I saw it in one of your videos, but we thought it would
be much more exciting if we didn't find out why hot wax on your
skin is a turn-on until we tried it with you. Does it burn? Is
that what makes it exciting? Anyway, in a minute, I won't be able
to do anything about it, even if it does. So the only way you can
stop my torture, is by coming inside me. But you will be gentle
with me, won't you." Those wide innocent eyes and the little
tongue resting on the bottom lip again. "It is my first time,
Daddy." "Don't be too rough, or the wax might splash.
Everywhere."

I watched as Karen picked up a big red candle. It was two inches
across and about eight inches long. A groove had been cut about
two inches from the bottom and a cord knotted into it. Julie
opened her little mouth wide. The cord was knotted behind her
head and Karen reached for a box of matches. Oh dear.

She struck the first and I saw a slight look of apprehension in
Julie's eyes. I moved a bit to make my knees more comfortable.
Julie's eyes grew wide and she looked back at me. The match
spluttered out.

Karen struck another, and this time the flame grew. I watched as
it touched the white wax wick above Julie's left nipple. The
flame caught and steadied. Then the other one. Tiny pools of wax
began to form round the wicks as it melted.

Then the red candle.

How am I going to deal with this?

Soon the flames grew. So did I. But I couldn't slide in and out.
The chains, the straps and Julie's position left me no room for
movement.

IF I WAS GOING TO CUM, HOW WAS I GOING TO MAKE MYSELF?

I looked down at this little helpless, nubile body, tied and
impaled. I watched, mesmerised as the wax puddles grew. The red
candle started to drip first. But it was big and the red wax had
begun to congeal in little stalactites down the side at first.
About three inches above that soft little face and lovely tight
lips. It looked for all the world like a big red prick holding
her mouth open.

Then the white wax began to spill over. The night lights were
less than an inch tall and the first drop from the right one fell
a fraction of a second before that from the left. Yet again,
their planning had been perfect. Each hot little drip fell
directly onto the tip of the nipple and turned from clear to
white as it dried. Something else does that!

Julies little body jerked involuntarily as she winced. Oh
Goodness. I must start doing something.

Then the flow of red wax increased. I felt the muscles round my
prick tighten as a big blob landed on Julies lower lip. For the
first time, I began to visualise what I might be looking down at
in a few minutes time. I pushed. Her eyes widened even further.

"Is it good?" Karen was obviously just as curious as Julie to
know what it felt like. Julie made the mistake of beginning to
shake her head. Little drops of wax fell on her face and
shoulders and she made a little noise, not unlike a kitten when
you've accidentally stepped on its tail. HOW AM I GOING TO DO
THIS.

"You're not trying very hard to fuck her, are you? Do you like
seeing her being tortured?"

With that, Karen took the two night lights, one in each hand and
pulled them away from Julie's breasts. The glue held for a moment
and then peeled away and more wax spattered across the skin.

"I've hollowed out the bottom, so that they will fit over Julies
nipples, " she said as she blew them out. So I reckon you've got
about ten minutes before her nipples become the wicks. You'd
better think of something, soon!"

I suddenly realised that Julie knew nothing about this. A look of
mixed fear and excitement crossed her face as she shook her head
again. She mewed more loudly this time as her lips became red
with the wax, just like bright lipstick.

Again Karen coated the bases with the sticky glue, showed me the
deeply hollowed bottoms with the wicks sticking through into the
space, and then carefully stuck them over the pink (and white)
nipples. She lit them.

I pushed and pulled in earnest. Mistake. Rivers of wax ran over
Julies cheek and breasts. SHIT. If I don't come, she will
actually get burned! If I do fuck, she'll get hot wax over her
every time I thrust. And how do I convince Karen.

I thought of a solution. FAKE IT.

I began to push and pull gently and groan convincingly.

But the wax was melting fast now. The little noises from Julies
throat were becoming louder. I looked at her.

All round her mouth, her face was turning into a soft red wax
mask. And I could sense that her nipples were beginning to feel
the flames just a narrow wax barrier away. And her body was
beginning to shake. I looked at Karen. She must blow them out!
Surely she could see this was getting out of hand.

No she couldn't.

I grunted loudly. Make some thrusts and tried to look as if I
have "subsided" after yet another orgasm.

Karen looked at me with a wicked glint.

"Was that good?"

I tried to nod.

"Shall we just make sure?"

Somehow, long thin fingers snaked their way into the now soaking
pussy alongside my prick. Then they slid out again.

She put them in her mouth and sucked, whilst looking me straight
in the eyes.

"I don't think so. You're trying to cheat. That's naughty.
There's always a forfeit for cheats, Daddy."

Julies whelps were growing urgent.

I felt the fingers behind me again.

"You obviously need a greater incentive, don't you."

A DINNER CANDLE was slid deep into my bottom and I heard the
match striking yet again.

"Sorry, I forgot something!" She blew the match out.

"The candle needs to be a bit deeper and then I tie your balls to
it. Like this" I felt the cord and the candle against my sac as
she did a horribly thorough job of wrapping one round the others.
I pictured what she had done. She must have read my mind.

"The wick is directly above them, now. Ready?"

I shook my head. Julie made a strange gurgling sound deep in her
throat.

The match struck.

I felt the flame instantly. The closeness and the angle of the
candle produced an involuntary "leap" within seconds, as the
first hot wax hit the skin, now stretched tight over my balls,
giving them no protection.

I looked down.

Julie's face was a mask. But the eyes had a strange excitement to
them. I had seen it before playing games with my girlfriends. Its
when you have passed the pain barrier and think you can't take
anymore that the sexual thrill really takes over, I think.

But her little body was shaking uncontrollably now. I looked at
her breasts. The centre of the night light candles was gone. The
flame was in the middle of each one. Looking for all the world as
if it was the tip of a nipple that was burning, just visible
below the clear wax with the remains of the wick just burning
away. It was. Aaagh. The hot wax was running all over my taught
balls. I could feel the flame. I looked for Karen. She came to
the top of the box, knelt and looked over Julie's body towards
me.

"Now will you come?"

Her big blue eyes, flared nostrils and generous lips formed into
that "little schoolgirl" look. "Pleeeease."

I fucked my daughter. Somehow I found room to push in and pull
out so that the little wet pussy would provide the friction I
needed. But there wasn't enough. She was far too wet. The wax was
flying everwhere. I was trying so hard, the padded gym box was
jerking against the floor.

"That's better."

Julie's eyes were clenched tight. Even she hadn't managed to cope
with this. Or had she.

Suddenly they came wide. Her mouth, already stretched and waxed
around the base of the thick red candle broke free. A scream
began to build and her body arched against the box.

SHE IS CUMMING!

Then I knew. There wasn't going to be any need to fake it.

The boiling in my balls started from the inside too.

The tiny body beneath me began to convulse. My orgasm began to
build.

I WAS GOING TO CUM INSIDE MY THIRTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER.

Julie's body began to thrash against her bonds.

Karen's timing WAS perfect, after all.

Spurt after spurt burst from my prick deep inside, safe from the
burning flames and wax.

Every one of my FOUR orgasms had been the best EVER!

She blew all four flames out at exactly the right moment. The
clips on the chains were released and I staggered back to the
chair, completely drained, and looked down at Julie.

Karen was undoing the candle gag and pulling what remained of the
night lights from Julies breasts. Her body was still shaking.
Karen peeled the wax away. It came easily.

"We knew to put cream and lip balm on first," she said,
apparently interpreting my look of surprise correctly.

For the first time in this incredible series of events, I saw
Julie not in control. "Whewww. You bastards." But the broad grin
suggested she didn't mean it.

"Do you want to lick me, now?" Karen did.

She then took my gag off and, before I could say anything, her
little face was against mine, her tongue forcing my lips open to
kiss. The sperm she had sucked into her mouth and that was all
over her face was coming back to me, yet again.

"Isn't it going home time yet?"