Chapter Nine

Well, No. Needless to say, it wasn't going home time yet.

I won't bore you with the details about how time passed eating, drinking, showering with my daughter and her friends. It didn't take long to recover from the two days in which I had been very hard for most of the time, and cum more times in a short period than ever in my life, though.

And now here we go again!

I must have slept very deeply, who wouldn't after the past couple of days?

When I woke, I found that the little darlings had strapped me up this time, still in bed, with my wrists clipped to a wide leather belt round my waist and my legs held apart by a foot long bar attached to straps round my ankles. It was almost dark, with a dim light somewhere on the other side of the empty room. The makeshift bed was surprisingly comfortable, with a thin mattress beneath me; a couple of pillows under my head and a duvet keeping me warm. I manoeuvred myself about, but really flat on my back had become the only option. There seemed to be no-one around and I must have drifted back to sleep after a while, until I slowly became conscious of a smooth perfumed body very gently and slowly squirming its way under the duvet from the foot of the bed.

"Hello." She didn't reply.

"This can't go on, you know. We will all finish up in terrible trouble."

There was still no response.

An amazing sensation began to limit my resolve to find a way to stop what Julie, Karen and Sally had seen as my "reward" for being a good Daddy.

The body that was so slowly sliding up my right leg had obviously been coated with something very slippery. The faint perfume was vaguely familiar. Yes. Baby lotion!

A mental picture of what was happening to me began to form. (As a result, that wasn't all that was beginning to "form." Surely it couldn't get hard yet again?)

The softness slid so, so slowly along my right leg and I pictured my knee between the beautiful softness of those small, still growing breasts, that had helped bring me to so many orgasms. I wondered which one of the three had woken up first.

I felt her hair brush against my rapidly growing prick as her knees slid either side of my foot and gasped involuntarily as a small soft mouth unerringly found the head of my now rapidly growing penis and just held it in its wetness. Her weight sank onto my leg and her body lay still and calm, with only the gentle movement of her breathing to keep me aware that I was sharing my bed with one of my best ever fantasies. The soft, slippery-smooth skin was moulding itself to my leg and for several minutes, the mouth held the swollen tip of my prick completely still and surrounded.

Eventually, I thought she must have been asleep. "That is beautiful," I whispered," but you must let me move soon. A man has needs after a nights sleep! I shall have to go to the loo soon.

"Don't worry. All taken care of!"

The voice from the top of the bed was Julie's. So that limited the possibilities!

"We thought you might wake about now, so we got things ready earlier.

Karen was obviously walking towards us from the other side of the room.

I stopped to think. That only left Sally. But Sally was the tallest of the three, wasn't she? I moved my right leg very slightly - as much as the straps allowed - and the mouth tugged gently as it refused to let go of its "prize." My legs and feet are not the most sensitive parts of me, but the movement allowed my brain to form a clearer picture of what lay beneath the covers. My foot was obviously tightly snuggled against a nubile slippery pussy - there was a soft tummy pressed hard against my knee - and a face snuggled up to my groin. I am not that tall!

Sally slowly lifted the duvet. "This is my sister, Kim. She is eight!"

Someone turned on some soft lights. I looked down. A mass of cheeky red hair lay spread across me and an upturned face with a mouthful of prick beamed at me with the biggest, widest green eyes you have ever seen. The left eye winked without those beautiful lips even threatening to lose their grip.

I have to admit to being momentarily lost for words. Mainly because everyone had noticed how I had grown even bigger when Sally had said, "She is eight," and that might take some explaining. I have to admit to some relief when my own, lovely daughter pushed a soft rubber ball into my mouth and put a leather strap around my head to hold it there. Apparently now there would be no explaining!

"Oh don't worry. Sally and Kim have been fucking Mike, their Dad for ages!"

Was that supposed to make me feel better? I am ashamed to say that it did!

"Its getting a bit trickier now!" Julie went on. "We know what really turns you on, but, obviously, if each stage is going to be more exciting than the last, we have had to use our imaginations a bit more."

More than yesterday and the day before? How the fuck would that be possible?

"We knew that when you woke up you would need a drink and need to go to the loo. Are you ok for the moment? It won't be for long." I nodded weakly.

I noted with some alarm, that Karen was wheeling one of those drip things over towards my bed. It had a bottle attached to the top with a tube coming from it.

"Here's your early morning tea!"

For a horrible moment, I thought I would be drinking it from the wrong end, if you see what I mean. But Karen slid the transparent plastic tube under the strap, past the ball in my mouth and turned the little silver tap. A steady flow of warm, sweet tea trickled into my throat and I was somewhat relieved to find I could swallow without much difficulty. Kim didn't move.

I had really had enough after a cupful. But there seemed to be no way of pointing that out. And the bottle was quite big. Maybe a litre or more!

" I think you might be working it out!" Working what out?

I watched helplessly as Julie, Karen and Sally used some soft white rope to lash Kim in place. There is no other word for it, really. Turn after turn around her slippery little body and my leg, working up towards that innocent little face, until her head too was tied to my thighs. Long cool fingers teased my balls against her chin and the final cord circled them, went round the back of her neck and was tied off behind my balls and round the base of my now huge penis. Her lips were wider apart now, but stretched to the point where they formed a perfect seal.

They wouldn't. Would they?

"This is only the beginning. Don't think that all you get to do is choke a little girl with your pee. This is just to re-assure you that there is nothing that Kim won't be happy to do for you!"

That beautiful little face with those innocent big eyes beamed up at me and winked again. A huge wink. Oh bugger!

The tea continued to flow and I, happily, remained comfortable. As I began to realise that I didn't actually want to piss, I began to relax a bit. What am I doing? I am being dominated by three young girls and another one that's even younger! And I am beginning to relax? Well...I was beginning to relax until those eyes met mine again. And I saw a cute, red haired eight year old tied up with my prick in her mouth.

Years of fantasies coming to life. I might not pee in her mouth but I would certainly have cum had it not been for my daughter and her friends having drained every last drop. But...more realisations. Steak...they had fed me steak. And lots of other high protein, sperm inducing foods. Who said today's young people weren't very bright? They had outwitted me every inch of the way. And talking of inches....

A hand began to rub my stomach below the leather belt. The tea had all gone. The girls were kneeling around my bed with a heightened degree of interest. My raging erection had shown no sign of diminishing. They were all so fucking pretty! And what choice did I have? (I tried to comfort myself with that thought quite a lot!)

"You must let it go slowly. She mustn't drown." How can you say that and chuckle?

"We can't get her free very quickly, so it is up to you! She is bound to choke a bit, and you needn't worry about that. We have all practiced swallowing things ....Kim can take a rubber dildo right into her throat and the other night, we almost managed to get my Dad's prick all the way in and feed his balls inside her lips...but not quite. We are going to try again when we go to stay next week."

Mental pictures like that don't help!

I don't think girls have a clear idea about what we men feel when we start to piss. I don't think I have ever controlled it once it has started. I did try. Honestly I tried. And she kept her eyes open. I didn't think it would be a turn on. I honestly didn't. But it was!

I later discovered that the agreed panic signal was if Kim shut both eyes at the same time. But it was her wide open eyes that caused me all the trouble. My head was propped up by the two pillows, you see, and I couldn't stop myself watching. Really. You must believe me. I tried, but when it started, I watched that little throat, with the soft white rope round it, gulp and gulp. And my own daughter putting her weight on my abdomen and giggling was just cruel. If I had worried about the tea flowing into my throat without being able to control it, what was I doing to sweet, pretty, innocent, eight year old Kim? I was drowning her, that's what. I tried to stop the flow when I saw a spurt of my pee throb out of both nostrils. But my fucking daughter started wanking the base of my prick where it was outside Kim's lips. And Sally started playing with my balls. And those eyes.

There was so much, I could feel that little stomach swelling where it was tied tight against my leg. The little choking noises got bigger and more erupted from her nostrils and I thought that there was a real danger that I would cum as well as pee because it was so exciting. I am ashamed to say, it was! I know she could have died. And I know it is disgusting. And I know there is probably BIG trouble round the corner. But it was new and different and ....help.

She didn't drown. When I finally stopped and the thrashing calmed down and the girls untied her, Kim was ok. She was very full. She was very wet. She struggled to breathe again for a couple of minutes. But she was ok. She winked again, but still said nothing. And, I was still tied up.

And do you know what she did? I bet you don't.

She stayed straddling my leg and stretched up onto my chest, as far as the ropes would allow. She held her eyes wide open and beamed at me and began to rub her pussy on my foot. That's right. She used the top of my foot to rub her damp little pussy lips and her tiny clitoris and I couldn't stop myself from helping. Well ok. That's a lie. I could have stopped myself, but somehow I didn't want to.

And, as she rubbed, she pulled herself up closer to my face and whispered in my ear.

"My sister said that, if today goes to plan, I get to fuck you twice."

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It was ten years ago when I wrote the first three parts of this story. A lot has happened since then. let me know in the review section if you think I should write more.