Consequences Ch. 02

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Frank sat watching his beautiful wife being used by the men. He watched them rip her dress and manipulate her tits. He watched their hands and their lips on her body. And he saw her respond to their attentions, her defiance gradually fading as she grew hungry with lust.

He had fantasized about this kind of thing, about watching her being handled by multiple men. But those fantasies involved some situation he was a part of arranging, and he had not helped to arrange this. These men had come out of the dark and grabbed them against their will. Yet this fact did not diminish the affect it had on him. He still grew aroused by what he saw.

When he watched her suck the first cock, he felt his hunger stirring. Then as she knelt sucking the two cocks simultaneously, his own member throbbed within his pants. He tried to stop it, tried pushing his growing lust down. He knew he should be feeling other emotions instead. He should be angry at the men. He should feel sympathy for his wife. He should definitely be concerned for her and Cindy. And most of these he did experience, but they were all overrode by the ache in his balls. Looking at his beautiful wife alternating between sliding two hard cocks into her mouth, her torn dress exposing her heaving breasts, how could he not be aroused. Never had he seen Julie looking sexier, so enthralled in lustful rapture, and he groaned out his appreciation. Moments later he watched mesmerized as she crawled across the floor to him and devoured his own raging hard-on.

That was when he happened to glance over toward Cindy. For the last several minutes he had been so involved in watching Julie and the men that he had nearly forgotten his daughter was even present. But as Julie’s lips crawled along his shaft he glanced her way and he was shocked by what he saw. The girl’s eyes were locked on her kneeling mother as she pumped her mouth up and down on his hard cock. Frank had no idea what he had expected. Maybe he thought she would be looking away, or maybe have her face buried in the love seat while she cried. But she was not doing either of these things. Instead she was avidly watching.

Adding to his shock he believed that the things she was watching were affecting her as well. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs a little and he could see her slowly shifting her legs, scissoring them open and closed slightly. Plus her blouse was tight enough to show the outline of her semi-swollen nipples.

Like his wife, Frank knew his daughter was not a virgin. But seeing her getting aroused by watching her mother being used like this, that did surprise him.

The combination of this thought and Julie’s talented mouth sent his climax racing into existence. With another groan he exploded in Julie’s mouth and felt her gulp his cum down.

Suddenly he became concerned that the men would notice Cindy too, so he forced himself to avert his eyes. That was when they took Julie to the couch and turned their attentions to her pussy. Like them, he was amazed at how wet she was. He marveled at her beauty and the crazed passion she exhibited. Watching them fuck her and listening to her moan out her hunger over the following time had the effect of re-igniting his own desire. His cock slowly grew stiff once more and, with his trousers down around his ankles, it was obvious for anyone to see that might care to notice.

During this he occasionally shot glances toward Cindy and what he saw made his cock jump in his lap. His daughter’s eyes remained riveted on the action before her. Her legs had continued their scissoring and the skirt had rode up her thighs more, exposing even more of her flesh.

When he noticed her turning away from the couch and toward him he jerked his attention back to the couch. In his peripheral vision he watched her stare at his exposed, erect cock jerking and throbbing in his lap. Keeping his face turned so it appeared he was watching the group on the couch he peeked out the corners of his eyes several times during the remaining time. Several times he caught her glancing his way, her eyes locking onto his rigid cock.

When the third man sank his hard cock into Julie’s ass he heard a moan come from the loveseat’s direction. Turning that way he saw Cindy watching intently as her mother was anally fucked. For the next few minutes, until the guy shot his load, Frank’s eyes jumped between the couch and the loveseat.

Once it was over the three men left through the back door without giving Cindy or him a second look. He listened to Julie whimpering into the cushion. He saw her lack of motion. He feared she would pass out before helping her family escape their bonds. But Cindy joined him in yelling through their gags and Julie soon showed signs of awareness.

“I’m going to soak in a hot bath,” she told him after cutting his hands free. “You take care of our daughter for now.”

He nodded his understanding then watched her stagger toward their master bath with its large garden tub.

When he went to cut his legs loose he realized just how stiff his limbs were from Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort being tied in one position for so long. He began working to get the blood flowing in his arms and legs as he struggled to remove the gag in his mouth.

“Don’t worry, Baby,” he whispered hoarsely once he got the gag off. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

She nodded in response to his words, letting him know she understood what he was dealing with.

Once he felt that his legs were semi-sturdy and he had loosely fastened his pants back up around his waist he hobbled his way over to her.

Soon they were sitting on the loveseat holding each other and making small movements with their extremities to increase the circulation. When he pulled her tightly to his chest she began to shake slightly with small whimperings. He continued to hold her and listen to her quiet crying, his hand caressing her hair and back. Slowly he became aware of how good her body felt pressed against his. He also noticed that somehow one of his legs had gotten between her two and her crotch seemed to be rubbing against his thigh as she worked the circulation in her legs. During the time since watching his wife being fucked his cock had grown limp, but now he felt it pulse with renewed stirrings. On the pretense of removing his shoes and socks he dislodged his body from Cindy’s so that she would not feel his stiffening member pressing against her.

“I need to go pee,” she whispered at that moment.

“Yea,” he agreed, realizing his own need in that department. “Why don’t I get us something to drink too, we both sound a little hoarse.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Why don’t you bring it to my room, that way I can lie down.”

He agreed that this sounded like a good idea and sent her off down the hall leading to her end of the house. He hit the spare bath off the living room then grabbed a couple bottles of water from the kitchen. Walking toward Cindy’s room he removed his shirt and undershirt, just his slacks being his normal household attire. When he stepped into her room Cindy was lying flat on her back in her bed staring up at the ceiling. He thought he saw her hand jerk out from under her skirt as he entered.

“You okay, Honey?” He asked, handing her a water.

“Yea, I guess,” she shrugged.

At the other end of the house he knew his wife would be soaking in their tub, leaving him to console and help their daughter through things.

Climbing onto the bed he pulled Cindy to him. She readily rolled onto her side so that she could cuddle up to him, her face being buried in the crook of his neck. As they lay there holding each other he could not help smelling her hair and noticing the soft warmth of her body. While one hand rested at the small of her back, holding her tight to him, his other gently caressed her hair and he kissed her head. Feeling her body nestled into his he felt the blood pump into his cock again and cursed himself silently. He knew she would see the growing bulge if she were to look down along their bodies. He hoped that she would not do this as he tried to think of something that would make it go away.

It was then that he noticed how firmly her body was pressed against his, her breasts nearly flattened against his side. He also realized his leg had somehow managed to get between hers again. This time though he felt certain the feel of her crotch softly rubbing against his thigh was not from any attempts at improving circulation. This thought sent more blood pulsing into his cock.

“Daddy?” Cindy whispered into his chest.

“Yes Baby?” He tried pushing away the thoughts suddenly bombarding him.

“I- I can’t st- stop thinking about… about–.”

“It’s okay, Honey. It’s okay,” he tried to reassure her, cursing his thoughts.

“No… um… It’s… It’s not–,” she shook a little against him.

“It will be.”

“Y- You don’t under… You don’t understand,” she pulled her head back just a little and looked up at him.

Meeting her gaze he saw something there that he did not immediately recognize.

“I- I–,” she stopped herself.

“Shh, it’s alright Honey,” he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Daddy, am I bad girl?” she asked.

She leaned back a little more. His eyes were drawn downward and he realized that she had undone most of her blouse’s buttons before he got in the room. He had failed to notice it before, but now, as he saw its open flaps, he noticed. Not only could he see the mounds of flesh that were her young breasts, but he could also see her nipples. He was shocked at how red and swollen they were. He then felt the force of her crotch’s rubbing against him steadily increase until it was nearly grinding into his thigh bone.

That was when he knew what he was seeing in her eyes as she stared up at him. Lust. Plain and simple lust. Lust and hunger.

“Am I a bad girl, Daddy?” She whispered with a hint of mischief.

Looking down at his daughter, Frank’s eyes traveled up from her breasts and those hard, red nipples, to her face. He gazed into her eyes filled with desire, felt her grind herself against his leg, and he understood her question.

Like him, Cindy had spent the evening watching her mother being fucked by three strange men. Watched her being used by them, being their sexual toy. And, like him, it had affected her, had sexually excited her, had her burning with tension. She was so filled by this that it had taken a sledgehammer to society’s taboos and she wanted him, her father, to relieve the tension. Peering into her lustful expression, her pert young breasts at the edge of his vision, he quickly realized he wanted her too. He wanted to touch her body and taste her nectar. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his pounding cock. Not only did he want to . . . he was going to.

The hand at the small of her back applied pressure and the other slid down to cup her chin.

“Daa… Ummm,” she started, but then moaned as he planted his lips against hers.

Instantly he felt her respond. Her mouth pressed into his. Her tongue met his as their lips parted. She shifted to press her body even harder into his, mashing her tits into his chest. Her crotch humped at his thigh now.

Ignoring the thoughts of how it was wrong he reveled in the feel and the taste of her.

The first passionate kiss led to a second. Then a third. Their lips locked, their tongues met. They released, only to return right back. He stroked her hair, caressed her face. His fingers tingled at the feel of her soft flesh. He heard her moaning softly into his mouth, felt their bodies pressing harder against one another.

His hand slid down her cheek, across her neck and down to the flesh exposed by her open blouse. He traced small lines up and down along the opening, lightly tickling her skin. She moaned into him. Her kisses grew firmer, her tongue more insistent. Each time his hand drew close to her breasts he felt her lifting herself toward it. Reaching the bottom of the opening he undid the last couple buttons. Bringing his hand back up he slipped it under the blouse and filled it with her tit. As he closed on the mound and gently squeezed she shoved her chest into his hand.

“Uuuuummmm,” she groaned louder into his mouth.

Her young breast was firm in his grasp, her nipple hard beneath his palm. After massaging the tit for a minute he shifted his hand to rub at her swollen nub with his finger and thumb. As he played with it he felt it grow firmer. Moving his mouth from her lips he started to kiss her cheek, her temple, her forehead.

“Ohhh,” she mewed as he spread light kisses on her face.

He worked his way back to her hungry lips. Once there he paused long enough to gaze down at her. She stared back at him, her eyelids heavy, her bottom lip drooping slightly. Her crotch rubbed against his thigh with steadily increasing pressure. He took in her lustful expression, reveled in her beauty.

“Daddy,” she breathed at him.

He clamped his lips back down on hers, feeling her jump at his as well. His hand massaged her tit, twirled the nipple. His other hand rubbed her back, pressing small circles into the small of it. She responded by molding herself against him as much as possible without hindering his hand on her breast. Her crotch was hard against his thigh, jerking up and down in small strokes. He released her tit to tug the bottom of her blouse from her skirt. She weakened her pressure against him slightly to allow him better access.

Inside Frank boiled with desire. Hungry with impatience he tried to maintain some composure but knew that he was jerking at the blouse roughly. Still, he managed to contain himself enough to get it un-tucked and undo the last button.

Kissing his way across her cheek to her ear he pushed the blouse flap aside and laid his fingers on the hot skin of her side. He heard her take in a sharp breath as he made contact. Slowly he traced his way up across her flesh to her heaving tit and its hard, red nub. Just as he gripped the fleshy mound his teeth nibbled on her earlobe.

“Ohhh Daddy,” she mewed, cramming her tit into his hand. “Ohhh yes.”

He breathed into her ear and twisted her nipple between his digits. She whimpered in pleasure. He massaged her tit as he ran his lips and tongue all over her neck and ear.

“Ohhh yes,” she mewed and whimpered while he rubbed her tit. “Ohhh yes, Daddy.”

Suddenly the thought struck him that this might very well be his one and only chance to have his beautiful daughter. Summoning as much self-discipline as he could he swore that he was going to thoroughly enjoy the opportunity.

They shifted into more comfortable and practical positions. Cindy leaned back, presenting her breasts to him. She brought her hands up and tangled her fingers into his hair. Frank kept a hand covering one of her pert mounds, his fingers manipulating the nipple. His other slid around to make small circles on her abdomen.

Slowly he started to kiss his way down her flesh, fighting his growing state of desire he tried covering as much flesh with his lips as he could. Working downward he reached her chest just above her breasts where he planted a dozen light kisses before reversing direction. Moving his way back up across her flesh he left a trail of slow, light kisses to her ear. Repeating the process a couple more times he felt her start to squirm slightly beneath him.

“Ohhh yes,” she kept mewing. “Ohhh yes Daddy. Ohhh Daddy.”

Eventually he moved to her lips. As he passionately kissed her, their tongues dueling, he twisted her nipple a little harder. Cindy responded by moaning into his mouth and cramming her tit into his hand.

Breaking their lip-lock he once again kissed his way down across her neck to her chest. This time he did not stop though. He was soon running his lips over the breast he held. As he slowly kissed the outer reaches of her mound she panted heavily. He sensed her body arguing between squirming with desire and freezing with anticipation. Her hard nipple filled his peripheral vision and he gradually worked his kisses closer to it. Her young, pert tit felt firm and inviting in his hand. As his lips drew closer to the rigidly swollen nub her fingers grew more urgent within his hair, tugging gently. When he reached her nipple his tongue darted out to lick it before he lowered his lips around it, encasing it and suckling upon it as his tongue swirled over it.

“Ohhh yes Daddy,” she moaned out. “Ohhh yes. Suck my titty, Daddy, suck my titty.”

Her hands clamped his head to her. Her body arched upward, shoving her tit at his mouth. Her hips rolled upon the bed, her lower body squirming excitedly.

“Ohhh God yes,” she nearly cried. “Ohhh God yes. Suck my titty Daddy. Suck it good. Ohhh Daddy.”

He brought his other hand up to massage her other tit, rolling that nipple between his finger and thumb. He managed to pull his mouth from the one breast and move it to the other where he suckled and licked that nipple as well. After a couple moments he returned to the first nipple. Then back to the other. Then back still again. Meanwhile he continued massaging both her breasts and Cindy continued to whimper and moan. Each time his lips locked down around an aching nub she held his head tightly to her fleshy mound.

Their shifting bodies had not removed his thigh from between her legs and as he suckled on her firm breasts her crotch began ratcheting against him. Using her feet as leverage against the mattress she shoved her hips at him while grinding herself against him with small, spastic jerks. Her skirt’s hem rode up, the material bunching near her waist.

“Suck my titty Daddy. Suck my titty,” a tear appeared at the corner of her one eye. “Ohhh God yes. Suck my titty Daddy.”

Frank was hesitant to leave the wonderful ranges of his daughter’s tits and so he spent a long time moving from one to the other. During that time her crotch’s ratcheting actions progressed to near jack hammering force. Her desire filled moans grew more and more desperate. Then she dropped one hand from his hair and grabbed at one of his wrist, tugging at it, pulling it away from her breast.

“Oh God Daddy,” a couple more tears leaked from her eyes. “I’m so wet. My pussy’s so wet. Ohhh God Daddy. It’s sooo wet for you Daddy.”

Frank had no desire to fight her lead. Inside his pants his cock was throbbing impatiently, the ache in his balls powerful. But he was still determined to enjoy the experience and so he forced his hand to crawl down across her abdomen. Once it started moving downward Cindy released his wrist, allowing him to move at his own pace, but she still kept her fingers in light contact with it. He shifted again, this time slipping his leg out from between hers, but he continued to suckle one of her tits.

Beneath his fingers he felt her abdomen muscles quiver. Then his hand slid down past her skirt’s top edge and the bundled material to her bare thigh, inches below her sex. Cindy inhaled sharply as his finger touched her there. He started to trace small, delicate circles on her thigh, gently caressing her flesh. Slowly his fingers worked their way up toward her waiting pussy. He felt the heat emanating from her. Felt his fingers brush across slight traces of wetness.

Cindy still held his head against her breast, her body arching slightly to feed him her fleshy mound. In hungry anticipation her hips remained nearly frozen now, but she was unable to completely stop their small, instinctive rolling motions.

His fingers came within centimeters of her pussy. Her body shoved herself toward them. Her hand grabbed at his wrist once again and she tried to pull his hand forward.

“Oh Daddy. Ohhh please.”

Hearing the need in her voice he could not have stopped his fingers from covering that last, miniscule distance to her pussy if he had wanted to. When he touched her there his cock jumped in his slacks and he pulled his head up away from her tit. These things were in reaction to finding out Cindy was not wearing any panties, and that she was indeed quite wet. Additionally she was already open slightly, allowing his two fingers to begin slipping inside her. He somehow managed to stop them with just the tips entering her.

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