Chapter 1
Why, oh why, didn't I lock my door?
THAT was the question that haunted me, later... when I finally had some time to myself to think.
But things happened so fast, at first, that I didn't have time to think, or pause, or wonder where the whole wild and kinky affair would lead.
I'm Rochelle.
I won't tell you my last name, since you'd recognize it right away, if you know anything about the wealthiest men in America, of which my daddy is one. Daddy would be livid, just absolutely furious, if the whole story got out.
Anyway, on the warm afternoon in summer on which it started, I was alone in my bedroom, playing strange games.
Of course, if you want to figure out where it all REALLY started, you'd have to go back, much farther back in time, to when I was a little girl, a baby, and I first had the seeds of my strange desires planted in my head.
As far back as I can remember, I've had a perverse nature.
That's what Mummy used to say to me:
"Child, you are perverse!"
But she didn't mean sexually perverse, not at the time. As far as she knew.
Mummy was a Southern belle, and came from a fine old Charleston family. She had social connections aplenty.
Daddy, on the other hand, was a nobody.
Nobody, that is, in terms of family background. He started dirt-poor and was a self-made millionaire.
Mummy was his first wife, first of many. It was a good match - he had the dollars, while she had the social connections.
But Mummy couldn't satisfy Daddy's desires. That, I learned early in life.
I can't remember how old I was at the time, if I was in first or second grade, when I saw something which I would never forget.
It was when we lived in Massachusetts, years ago. Mummy had just given birth to my kid brother, Jeff. He was named after Jefferson Davis, of whom I'm sure you've heard.
Anyway, Daddy hired a governess to help Mummy and mainly I suppose to keep me out of Mummy's hair when she came back from the hospital.
Miss Teasdale, her name was.
She was pretty. She was an adult, and when I was that age, they all seemed impossibly old to me, but now I realize that at that time, she must have been in her middle twenties. - She came from a respectable middle class family. She had short blonde hair, blue eyes, a pretty, intelligent face, and a long leggy body.
She was nice, and I liked her.
Every day, in the afternoon, she would tuck me in bed for a nap.
On this particular day, I was restless and couldn't sleep.
I was thirsty, I wanted a drink of water.
I called for Miss Teasdale, but she did not come.
I pulled back the cover and got up and padded to the door. Beyond it was a small sitting room, where she normally sat and read.
I opened the door, but the room was empty.
I waited a couple of minutes, but she did not return. When you're that young, even a minute seems forever.
Finally, I opened the door and stuck my head out in the hall.
It was empty, too. I looked left and right but no sign of her. I stepped out in the hall, feeling very daring.
I was an active child, and my room had been moved down from Mummy's. She'd had a troublesome pregnancy, and she needed to rest up.
Miss Teasdale's room, where she boarded, was down the hall. Was she there? I toddled there to take a look.
From far away, from the first floor of the big house, I heard one of the servants running a vacuum cleaner.
The door to Miss Teasdale's room was closed. I knocked.
No answer, but the door was not locked, the knob turned when I put my little hand on it, opening the door.
It was a small room with a single bed, big wood chest of drawers, mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser, writing desk, chair, TV.
The blinds were down. Sunlight shafted through them. Dust particles rose up in the bands of light.
I looked around, bored. Nothing to play with HERE!
I reached for the door to leave, when I heard somebody coming.
No, a pair of somebodies.
I wasn't supposed to leave my room at nap time, so I looked around for a place to hide, and spied the closet.
It was crammed with clothes, dresses and blouses and so forth, smelling sweet. They smelted like Miss Teasdale.
I ducked down, hiding below where all the dangling clothes on the rack reached. I moved her shoes around on the floor to make more room for me.
Then I pulled the closet door shut just as the bedroom door opened.
It was Daddy and Miss Teasdale!
The closet door was open a crack, just a hair, but enough for me to see into the room when I pressed my face to it.
Daddy wore a jacket, shirt with no tie, slacks. Like always, he looked larger than life. At that time, he must have been in his late thirties. He's a big man, with a head of hair combed back from his forehead, strong featured face (clean-shaven then, it sports a neat mustache now)
broad shoulders, and a burly, beefy, big body.
Miss Teasdale was very slim and feminine.
She had thin, sensitive features, pale blue eyes, pink skin, a thin straight nose, pink lips set in a serious line.
She was tall, with high firm breasts and a rounded rear and long legs. She wore a one piece beige short-sleeved dress whose hem reached an inch below her knees.
Daddy's face was all red and hot.
When he and Miss Teasdale were inside the room, Daddy closed and locked it, then, grinning, he turned and reached for Miss Teasdale.
He took her in his arms, hugging her, enfolding her.
Making a little murmured moan, she pushed herself against him.
His hands fastened on her face, tilting her head back for a kiss.
Daddy kissed her mouth, with real passion.
I never saw him kiss Mummy like that!
I knew I was seeing something I shouldn't, and that if I got caught, I was going to be in real trouble, and no mistake.
Daddy locked his mouth on hers. She reached up, clasping her bare shapely arms around his big broad shoulders.
Daddy's big hands ran down her spine, pushing her front more against his, reaching down for her high rounded rump.
Miss Teasdale was small-breasted, leggy, with a ripe boyish rump.
Daddy's hands closed on her ass cheeks, one hand per cheek. He squeezed, kneaded them. Played with them.
Miss Teasdale moaned some more. Her moans were muffled, since her mouth was fastened to Daddy's.
He was using his tongue to taste her mouth, and I saw his jaws work. Daddy kissed her with his eyes open. Hers were closed.
Miss Teasdale shook her hips from side to side, and up and down, rubbing them against Daddy's front, against his crotch.
One of his hands drifted from her rear, to her thigh. He stroked it, while her skirt and slip rode up, showing her bare pink thigh.
Then Daddy reached under her skirt and slip. They were lifted in the back, showing her rear end.
Her bottom had a pair of juicy globes, pink and full and rounded. She wore a pair of full cut white gauzy panties over them.
The panties were stretched tight across her cheeks. Daddy pushed his hands inside her panties and held her naked rear.
He squeezed and stroked her bare buns.
Finally, Daddy came up for air.
His lips were wet from kissing her. His face was all red. Red spots of color glowed in Miss Teasdale's cheeks, and she was flustered.
He fondled her short hair. It was yellow and straight and cut almost as short as a boy's, but very fetchingly. And she had the kind of pretty face that could carry off so short a hairdo.
Her head was bowed, with wetness from his kisses glistening on his lips.
Miss Teasdale moved so she was a step away from him. Now I could see his front, which had been covered by hers.
A big fat thing stuck out in his trousers.
Miss Teasdale was timid, but not Daddy. He took her hand and he pressed it against his front, on his hard thing.
He groaned as she squeezed him through his trousers.
He turned her so her back was to me. Her skirt and slip had fallen back over her behind, covering it.
Putting his hands on her slim hips, Daddy walked her across the floor -Toward me!
I almost toppled backward as he moved her to the closet, walking her backward. I was so scared, that I nearly pissed myself.
Then Daddy pressed Miss Teasdale against the closet door, shutting it. The door creaked on its hinges as he pressed her against it.
She moaned and groaned.
I ached to see what was happening, but I couldn't - yet.
Finally, the creakings from her pressing the door halted. Daddy must have moved her away, but now the door was shut.
I couldn't peer through the crack, since it wasn't there any more. But there was an old-fashioned keyhole.
I pressed my eye to it, peered through it.
At first, I saw nothing, since Daddy and Miss Teasdale were so close that their bodies blocked the hole, preventing me from seeing.
Then they moved away, closer to the bed, so I could see now.
From where I squatted, peering through the keyhole, I could see Daddy and Miss Teasdale from their shoulders to their knees, the rest of them out of my view.
While Daddy had pressed Miss Teasdale against the door, he must have opened her dress, unbuttoning it down the front.
They now stood facing each other, within arms' reach.
Daddy slipped his hands inside Miss Teasdale's dress, slipping it off her shoulders, freeing her shapely arms from the short sleeves, pulling the dress down to her waist, baring her above.
A frilly white lace bra cupped her pert breasts. They were high and firm, like a pair of ripe apples set at the top of her rib cage.
Daddy's palms pressed her breasts through her bra.
Miss Teasdale was quite overcome. Her eyes closed, narrowing to slits, while the pink lips of her open mouth trembled.
Daddy pressed his palms to her breasts, rubbing, stroking them.
Her hand groped. It shook. It brushed his thigh, then glided inward, where that big fat thing shoved his trousers out of shape.
Her hand folded around his rod, squeezing it through his pants.
Daddy reached his strong arms around her slender back. At first, I thought he was going to hug her again.
It looked just like a hug. But his hands went to the back of her bra, working on the hooks joining the back of the bra strap.
His fingers moved expertly - Miss Teasdale gave off a muted little cry as the bra came undone.
Daddy stroked her shoulders, slipping the straps off, too, then peeling the loose bra cups off her breasts.
He took off her bra, then she was naked above the waist.
Her breasts had pale pink button nipples. Daddy handled her bare flesh, his fingers fastening on one of the pink points.
He rolled it, tweaked it.
When he moved his hand away, the nipple jutted out, all stiff. So did its twin.
Then his hands moved down to her hips, tugging the dress down off them, the slip as well. He pulled, and down came her dress. Dress and slip slipped down her long legs. Miss Teasdale closed her legs., and her garments just fluttered down to her feet.
She now wore nothing but panties.
Daddy embraced her again. His head bowed, face dropping to her breasts, which he nuzzled, licked, kissed.
Daddy had full, wide lips. They fastened on a stiff nipple, nibbling it. His tongue licked the nipple, while his mouth sucked it.
Miss Teasdale moaned.
Daddy's hand slid up and down her side. She leaned into his caresses like a cat. She was breathing hard, like she was running a race.
Daddy pulled down her panties.
I wanted to gasp. I clamped my palm on my mouth, and kept watching.
Miss Teasdale wasn't like me. My slit was all smooth and hairless. But she had a fluffy, light brown tuft of fur between her legs.
And her slit was long, with full pink lips bordering it.
Her white panties hung down just above her knees, as Daddy slipped his hand between her thighs.
Reaching for her crotch, he touched her pussy.
Miss Teasdale staggered. She clutched his brawny shoulder for support.
Daddy's hand sawed between her legs, rubbing her. Her buns jumped, got all high and tightly clenched. Her legs bent at the knees, and she rocked back and forth, rubbing her slit against his stroking hand.
When Daddy finally took his hand out from between her legs, it glimmered with wetness, with all sticky juices.
Miss Teasdale was always prim and proper, cheerful and efficient, and very correct.
Now, she was like somebody else. Her hair was all disordered, yellow strands plastered down on her sweaty face.
When she opened her heavy-lidded eyes, they were all glazed and out of focus. Her face was red, like she had a fever.
She was all loose, like she was coming apart. Breathing hard, she hardly could stand. She was all pliant, loose, and pressing Daddy.
She leaned into him, smearing the wetness from his mouth which coated her nipples, across his shirt front.
Leaning into him, she pressed her mouth to his ear, and whispered something - Some request, something she desired him to do.
What was it? It was too low for me to hear what she said, but when she finished, Daddy grinned, his face lighting up.
He told her to finish undressing, and get in bed.
He must have been giving her what she wanted, because her face lit up, too.
She stepped out of her panties, which were pooled around her ankles, and then she was all naked, her pink body glowing in the shadowy room.
She pulled down the bedcovers, her breasts dangling as she bent from the waist to take down sheets and blankets.
Daddy stood facing the bed, his hands on his hips, watching Miss Teasdale swing her long legs up on the bed.
He told her to play with herself.
I wondered what she was going to do. It sounded funny - for a grown-up like Miss Teasdale being told to play, just like a kid.
What would she do? Play jacks, or a video game, or with a coloring book?
But this was a different kind of playing.
Miss Teasdale got in bed, sitting with her back against the headboard, with her long legs stretched out, and spread.
She started touching herself, all over.
She put her hands under her breasts.
cupping them in her palms. She squeezed them, pushing them together so their pink nipples jutted side by side, then rubbing her mounds against each other.
It must have felt really good, since she oohed and aahed and squirmed.
She spread her fingers over her breasts, so her nipples jutted between the spread fingers, standing out stiffer than ever.
She opened and closed her fingers on them,' squeezing them.
Then she moved one hand down to between her legs. She touched herself real gingerly, like she was afraid of getting burned down there.
She rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy, stroking herself.
Her fingers were spread, so between them, I saw her pink pussy.
The bed was just about level with the keyhole in the closet through which I peered, so I could see everything on the bed just fine.
I was sweaty, and my eyes teared and stung with the stuff.
Miss Teasdale's fingers wriggled all over herself. Wetness smeared them, and smeared on her pussy lips, too.
Daddy moved out of the range of what I could see.
His footsteps creaked across the room. He went to the chest of drawers. He pulled the handle, opening a drawer.
He rummaged around, taking something from a drawer.
What?!
At last, he went to the bed, and Miss Teasdale, so I could see him again.
In both hands he carried a red leather box, a jewel box, which must have been tucked into one of her drawers.
He stood at the bedside, placing the box down on the night table.
Whatever was in the box, the sight of it got Miss Teasdale really excited.
Looking at it, she rolled her eyes, mouth opening in a moan. Her fingers crawled and rubbed and stroked her hot pussy.
After setting the box down on the table, Daddy leaned over the bed.
He took hold of Miss Teasdale's wrists, pulling one hand away from the breasts she fondled, raising the other hand from her crotch.
Her fingers shone all wet and sticky. He lifted her hand up to her mouth.
Miss Teasdale licked her own fingers, lapping her juices from them. She licked them like they were candy canes.
She opened her mouth, wide.
Daddy pushed her fingers, held together, into her mouth, stretching it as he shoved them deep into her.
When he let go, she kept the hand stuffed in her mouth, sucking it.
Daddy lifted the lid of the jewel box, reached inside.
From it he took a handful of velvet cords, sashes, and the like, setting them down on the night table.
At his command, Miss Teasdale moved into position.
First, she took her hand out of her mouth. Now it was wet with her saliva, not her juices, glistening as she moved it across the sheets.
Then she rolled over, and got on her hands and knees on the mattress. She squatted now so that her backside was turned facing the closet where I hid.
Under the pink cheeks of her ass, her pussy lips were all pinkly quivering and wet with juices.
Daddy, taking up one of the cords from the box, formed a loop in it.
Leaning over Miss Teasdale, he took hold of her hands, pressing her wrists together, then dropping the loop over them.
Miss Teasdale winced when he pulled the loop tight. Her ass cheeks clenched and lifted as she was bound.
Daddy bound her hands in front of her. with the velvet cord.
Then he took up a length of shimmery black cloth, long and narrow, like a belt. It was satin, or maybe silk.
He cupped her chin, lifting it level. He then covered her eyes with the length of cloth, tying its twin ends in a knot at the back of her blonde head.
Now, Miss Teasdale was blindfolded and her hands were bound.
When she was tied, Miss Teasdale stretched her arms in front of her, lowering her blindfolded head into them, burying it.
Her head was lowered, her breasts grazed the mattress with her nipples, and her ass was raised high on bended knees.
Daddy patted her bottom.
Then he took off his clothes.
Daddy was athletic, and I had seen him in swimming trunks and tennis shorts and the like. But I had never seen him naked.
He stripped from the waist up, first. He was broad-shouldered. with a hairy, powerful, square-shaped torso.
He kicked off his shoes, his socks. His hands busied themselves with the fastenings of his trousers.
He opened his belt, his pants, took them off.
His baggy boxer style shorts shoved straight out at the crotch, from his swollen rod - how huge it must be!
Daddy pulled his shorts down, and his rod sprang up.
Peering through the keyhole, my eyes widened in awe and alarm.
Only one eye pressed the keyhole, but both eyes snapped open when I caught sight of that thing sticking up between his legs.
I had taken baths with my cousin, and I knew that little boys were made different between the legs than girls.
But my cousins wiener was so small and harmless, like a little toy!
Daddy was no little boy - no little man, either.
His rod was a fat looming thing. It looked like a sausage - No, not a sausage, not one of those little Virginia breakfast sausages.
His thing was a salami, a huge cigar-shaped salami, jutting from his wide hips!
My little pussy twinged at the sight, and my asshole squeezed shut.
Daddy took hold of himself. His rod was a double handful, but he gripped it with one hand only, fisting it.
He squeezed, shook it. Already, the rod glowed red, like it burned. When he squeezed, its head got even bigger, and much darker and redder.
His cock seemed to be the size of an infant's arm, with its head swelling at the end, where a fist should be!
He mounted the bed, behind Miss Teasdale.
She whimpered like she was scared, but she wiggled her bottom, like she wanted it.
Wanted - what?!
I didn't know what would happen next! But I would learn...
Daddy stood on his knees behind Miss Teasdale's behind. Her rear was nice and round to start with, and when she crouched on her hands and knees, like she now did, her ass really was ripe and juicy.
Daddy was so close to her that the head of his cock bobbed only an inch or two from her flesh.
His thing rose up from his hips at a tilted angle. Below it, his balls were heavy wrinkled egg-shaped things, swelling a sac of flesh.
Men were made so funny!
Instead of being smooth and slitted, they had all that equipment!
Daddy was all red-faced, hairy, and breathing hard when he put his hands on Miss Teasdale, attaching them to her.
She moaned, shuddered.
His hands slid forward, slowly stroking her sides.
Her blindfolded head jerked up, her mouth open, gasping.
She gasped some more, as Daddy kept on feeling her up. He stroked her sides, then her smooth shoulders, her upper arms.
He reached under her, his hands fastening on her breasts. At the same time, he leaned his crotch into her rear.
His rod nestled in the crack of her bottom like a red wiener in a bun.
He held her breasts, one in each hand, squeezing them, while he rubbed his stiff penis back and forth against her. She shook her hips, rubbing her bottom against his hard-on.
Daddy returned his hand to his crotch, where he took hold of his penis, closing his fist around it, its head sticking out the top of his hand.
He leaned into Miss Teasdale, pressing his thing into her.
I realized that what he was going to do - I was shocked!
No wonder he had to tie Miss Teasdale down, and blindfold her! He had to, since he was going to stick his wiener inside her!
He must have blindfolded her, to keep her from seeing his rod, since if she did, she'd know that surely that big fat thing would never fit in her hole!
And he'd tied her so she couldn't escape when he put it in her!
But, then, she'd been eager and more for his touch earlier, and she did all that he had told her to do.
I was sure that she wanted what he was going to do to her - but she'd been tied and blindfolded, even so.
It was not the first adult thing that was a mystery to me, and I just assumed it was one of those crazy adult things they do, that don't make any sense.
I supposed that this was how all adults did it, with the female tied up and blindfolded so she couldn't see.
Miss Teasdale still seemed like she wanted it.
She was on her knees, with her bound hands out in front of her, and her blindfolded blonde head raised up high.
She arched her ass and pushed it against Daddy, against his swollen thing which he pressed up against her slit.
Then - He worked it inside her!
Miss Teasdale whimpered, like she was crying, only she really wasn't crying, but she was kind of breathless and moaning.
Daddy reached around under her with his free hand, the one not holding his cock. He hooked a beefy forearm under her belly.
He held her so she couldn't wriggle away from him.
His other hand pressed his swollen cock head to her slit, opening it.
Miss Teasdale moaned some more.
Her face was all red, where the blindfold didn't cover it. She jerked her head up, her neck all corded.
Daddy worked his thing into her, her moans increasing.
Then the head of his thing was buried inside her. He leaned into her, and started feeding his thick red shaft to her.
Miss Teasdale moaned louder and louder, the deeper Daddy put it in, until he had to stop, to shush her.
He mumbled something about how if she didn't keep quiet, he would have to put a gag in her mouth.
It was hard for me to make out what he said, since he was almost as breathless and moaning as she was.
His face was all red and swollen and scary - Just like his cock!
Then he shoved forward, sinking his thing in her all the way.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh!"
Her arms were stretched out in front of her. Her hands, her tied hands, held some of the sheets in her fingers.
As Daddy stuffed his rod in her, her fingers tightened, and she clawed at the sheets, gasping.
I was just amazed that Daddy's swollen thing had been able to fit inside her!
And now that it was inside - what next?
After he sank his thing in deep, Daddy leaned forward, crouching over her, his hips pressing her rear.
Then he straightened up, standing on his knees, with his rod deep in her. He took his arm from under her waist, where it had been hooked, and he attached his hands to her hips, holding them.
He leaned back - Was he pulling out of her already?
It seemed so, at first. He leaned back and his cock rolled out of her pussy, the member redder and angrier than ever.
But he didn't pull it all the way out, just partially - held it there, for an instant - then planted it back in her.
Daddy did this in earnest. He started slow, his strokes speeding up until his cock pumped back and forth in her.
Miss Teasdale didn't just stay still while he did this, oh no.
She leaned back to meet him, shoving herself on his cock as he thrust it forward into her, pumping hard.
It was violent. It was like they were wrestling, only there was more to it than that. It really drove them wild!
Daddy and Miss Teasdale went at it like a pair of animals in heat!
Daddy didn't just fuck her, oh no.
All the while, he kept touching her, stroking her.
He put his thing deep in her, so her ass cheeks were pressed by his hips. He reached under and around her.
His hands fastened on her breasts, one in each hand, holding them so her nipples stuck out of the bottoms of his fists.
Then he held on tight, fucking her and squeezing her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, and they got fatter each time he squeezed her breasts.
He did that for a while, then he let go of her breasts, and slid his hands up and down her sides, reaching for her rear.
He took hold of her bottom, one cheek in each hand, and held them tight, so bottom flesh oozed between his fingers.
Her thighs were all taut. Daddy stroked them, too. No matter where he touched her, he always kept his cock at least partially inside her.
He and Miss Teasdale made all kinds of noises.
Daddy huffed and puffed, like he was jogging. Only instead of running, he was pumping his thing in Miss Teasdale.
Now she crouched with her tied hands stretched out straight in front of her, fingers touching their tips to the headboard.
Her head lifted up, her face all red. Her teeth were clenched, breath hissing through them, while she rocked back and forth.
Daddy stood on his knees, holding her hips, pumping.
Miss Teasdale squirmed - moaned - shook her blonde head from side to side - wiggled her ass up and down and sideways.
I thought she was crying, not that I would have blamed her, having to take that big fat thing inside her and then having it so roughly used on her.
And then I realized that, crying though she might be, she cried for: More!
"Don't stop don't stop - " - that's what she babbled to Daddy.
Daddy was so red-faced, he looked like something was going to burst.
Now he, and Miss Teasdale, really went wild.
He jammed hard deep strokes into her, fast ones. The bed rocked on its frame, the action making it press the wall.
Miss Teasdale pressed her sweaty palms against the headboard and braced herself.
Daddy shoved in deep. This time, he did NOT pull back for another stroke.
Instead, he kept his cock plunged deep inside her, and came!
Miss Teasdale climaxed, too.
Her blonde head whipped up and down as she banged it on the mattress. I thought she writhed so because she suffered so much.
Her body went all rigid. Her head lifted, her breasts thrust out trembling, her belly hollowed, and her thighs tautened.
Daddy gasped, shaken by spasms.
His face was all scrunched up, sweat streaming down it, eyes narrowed into slits, body shaking.
I was scared by his violent reaction, and Miss Teasdale's - petrified.
Luckily, I was too scared to make so much as a peep of sound.
And then - Release!
I thought that they both were collapsing, since they went from all that violent straining action, to suddenly freezing.
Then Daddy groaned, and slumped.
Tension left his body. All the lines in his clenched face smoothed out, his mouth falling open in a gasping O.
He wobbled, shakily, hands still clutching Miss Teasdale's hips.
Miss Teasdale seemed to melt, too.
One instant, she was trembling, her body held so tight that it was like marble, throwing off sweat - The next, her thighs buckled under her, and her head sank down, and she let out a great sigh of breath.
Then she just crouched there, motionless, ass raised on bended knees, upper body slumped forward across the mattress.
While Daddy crouched over her.
Finally, they moved. They were gasping, breathless.
"So good, so good!" Miss Teasdale whimpered.
Daddy leaned forward, crouching over her, so his front was molded to her back, with his thing still stuffed in her.
He stroked her hair and the back of her neck, her shoulders. She turned her head to kiss his hand, to lick it.
Then, finally, Daddy straightened up and leaned back, pulling out.
Miss Teasdale really moaned - she didn't want him to take it away!
But he pulled out. His cock was redder than ever, and swollen, only now it was coated and dripping with milky looking stuff.
The stuff looked like white glue or cream, and there was a lot of it. Pop!
Daddy freed his cock from Miss Teasdale's slit.
His cock, and her pussy, were sticky with that white wetness. Daddy rolled Miss Teasdale on her back.
She sighed and pressed her thighs closed on her pussy, squeezing it.
Daddy kissed her mouth some more, played with her breasts. His cock was softening now, losing its swollen rigidity.
Miss Teasdale was all weak, loose smiles under the blindfold, which started to slip. She pressed Daddy with kisses.
I was amazed!
Far from this being the ordeal I had assumed it to be for her, taking the big fat cock inside her narrow slitted hole, an ordeal requiring her to be bound and her eyes covered, Miss Teasdale had actually liked -LOVED - it all!
No mistaking that, not from the way she babbled endearments to my daddy, and kissed and licked him all over.
And begged him to do it some more to her!
They rested in bed for a while, all naked, sweaty, and huddled together. Then Daddy got up.
He untied Miss Teasdale's hand and removed the blindfold, returning them to her jewel box, along with some other cords they hadn't used.
Daddy stood at the bedside, nude, his hard-on soft now, red and sticky, dangling down like an elephant's trunk.
Miss Teasdale sat up, with her feet on the floor and her bottom on the bed's edge and her hands wiping the stickiness off Daddy with some tissues.
She took another handful of tissues and wadded them and wiped herself between the legs with them, mopping up the stickiness.
She and Daddy got dressed. They hardly could keep their hands off each other.
That day, I was lucky.
When they both were dressed, Daddy cracked open the door and stuck his head out in the hall, just as I had done earlier when I slipped from my room.
He was doing the same thing, too, making sure they nobody was looking.
It must have been clear, since he eased the door shut, kissed Miss Teasdale some more, then slipped out and went away.
Miss Teasdale, all smiles, gathered up her jewel box and returned it to its place hidden in the drawer.
She stood in front of the mirror, checking herself, running a comb through her blonde hair to straighten it out.
Humming a little tune to herself, all smiles, she exited into the hall.
I was lucky, since she didn't go to my room directly to check on me, but first went down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up.
No one saw me slip from the closet and sneak back to my own room, where I pretended to be sleepily waking from my nap when Miss Teasdale returned.
Like her, I acted innocent of all I had seen. After all, I liked Miss Teasdale a lot... better than Mummy.
I guess Daddy felt the same way about her! Anyway, though, that's really where it all started.
What I saw that day was branded into my head, body, and libido. By the time I reached my teens, those seeds had sprouted up into a harvest of strange desires!
All of which is a prelude to explaining how I came to be caught one sultry summer afternoon, stretched out in my bed, naked but for the ropes which bound me, as I was masturbating to orgasm