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!