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 too. 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?"