Tied

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Sandra sat in the theatre with Lucy, their hands entwined together. She kept thinking about what her father was up to with Rachel and was becoming more and more aroused, whilst taking in less and less of the film. She kept picturing Rachel's butt as she pressed herself up against her father's face and straddled him. It was round and tight and sexy. And of course there was her father's hard cock. All of it was combining to distract her. She felt Lucy squeeze her hand and squeezed back. The reminder that she was there led Sandra to think about the night she'd spent with Lucy and how gorgeous her friend had looked as she'd stripped down to her panties and t-shirt to go to bed ... about her hand on her breast ... and her tongue in her mouth.

Sandra disengaged her hand from her friends and placed it instead on her thigh, feeling the smooth skin that began below the very short hemline of Lucy's skirt. Lucy mimicked her and in a few moments, as she had half expected, Lucy's hand started to slowly move higher up under her own skirt.

Sandra was so aroused that she shut out any thoughts of who was doing what to her, she simply went with the fact that her pussy was dripping with excitement and desire and that there was someone with her who seemed willing to help her out. She shuffled her butt forward on the seat and spread her knees, Lucy's hand quickly travelling beneath her skirt to caress her panties, rubbing the wet fabric against her pussy. Sandra leaned her head on her friend's shoulder and closed her eyes, ignoring the movie and concentrating on the pleasure that was building with the ever increasing adventurousness of her friend's fingers.

When she felt the crotch of her panties moved aside, Sandra bit down on her lip, stifling the threatening gasp before she could be caught out in the cinema as Lucy's fingers began to touch her pussy for real. They teased up and down her wet slit and dipped between her lips, pushing inside.

Sandra felt a need to do something in return and moved a hand to her friend's chest, squeezing and manipulating her breast, feeling the firm nipple thrusting out through both the bra and the t-shirt to press against her palm.

Lucy turned her head to Sandra's and drew their mouths together as her fingers delved between her legs. She didn't know what had brought it on after her friend and been so cautious in her bed, but she wasn't going to turn down something she'd been longing for so much.

"Should we leave?" Lucy whispered, thinking that perhaps they could escape the cinema and she could take Sandra somewhere private.

"No, this is good for now," Sandra replied breathily. Lucy resigned herself to being lucky that she'd managed to bring her friend this far and they watched the rest of the movie with the occasional kiss and a lot of finger-play between Sandra's legs.

After the movie, Sandra said goodbye, telling her friend that she'd promised that she'd be home for dinner with her father and Rachel, leaving Lucy disappointed and horny, yet hopeful that things may yet go even further. Sandra promised that they'd get together Friday night.

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Returning home, Sandra couldn't help but notice the glow of satisfaction that seemed to exist between her father and Rachel, who'd obviously continued to enjoy their time together whilst she was at the movies with Lucy. Oddly, she felt a twinge of jealousy that they had had such a good time, but also realised that she could have had fun with Lucy and likely enjoyed herself immensely if she'd been open to the experimentation. She wondered what it was that stopped her from going back to Lucy's house. Why had she fabricated the promise to be home for dinner? She knew that she couldn't get the sexual satisfaction that she needed after teasing herself all day, and yet here she was anyway.

She found that she was now viewing both her father and Rachel as sexual objects, wondering what it would be like to be with either of them or even just to get to watch them in their room for an entire session.

"You ok?" Rachel asked her as they stood doing the dishes together later.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?" she replied.

"You just seem a little distracted, distant maybe," Rachel said.

"Oh, off with the fairies?" Sandra laughed.

"Yeah."

"Oh its ok, just thinking about stuff," Sandra smiled. She was very conscious of how close they were as they moved about the kitchen, Rachel drying and Sandra washing. Every now and then as Rachel moved behind her to put something away, she'd feel a brush against her skirt and it was only building on all the things that had been spinning about her head.

"Um, Rachel?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes?" Rachel responded.

"Have you ever been with a girl, you know, like sexually?" Sandra blurted out as she tried a different tact, trying to get it out there before she changed her mind. Rachel turned to look at her boyfriend's daughter, all too conscious of the little brushes she'd been making against her butt, worried she might have overstepped, that maybe she would be getting offside with someone that she really didn't want to.

"Why do you ask?" she settled for after considering and discarding other responses.

"Um, I'm curious? I kind of what to talk about something, but need to know if there's any poin?"

"Ok," Rachel said hesitantly, "then yes, I have." She found her heart pounding faster, eyes glued to Sandra's, trying to gauge where it was going.

"Right, ok, then maybe you can help. You see I have a friend and the other night, well, we were talking about things that had happened at school and stuff and she asked me if I'd kissed any girls. I hadn't and told her and well, um ... er ... shit, .. oh crap, well we ended up kissing."

"ok," Rachel replied, working desperately to avoid giving away any clue as to the fact that she was incredibly turned on by the foundling conversation and the thought of Sandra's lips locked together with another girls.

"Well, its just, like ... am I gay because I liked it?" Sandra asked, thinking that she suddenly sounded lame as shit.

"Um, I wouldn't have thought one kiss would be enough to say that," Rachel said. "I mean, I assume you've kissed boys?" Sandra nodded in response. "Well would you stop doing that? Was it good enough that you'd never want a relationship with a boy?"

"No, not at all, I mean it's just well, oh I dunno, I think I need to think some more, I'm just babbling." She pulled the plug from the sink as her father walked back in to join them. Sandra flashed a look at Rachel that made it very clear that this was not a topic to be discussed in front of her father as he stepped between them and pulled them into a three-way hug.

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That night, as she knelt between Devon's legs, his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth, Rachel kept churning thoughts of Sandra kissing another girl. Not knowing who it was, she found herself putting her own face in the picture. She reached between her legs and started to finger her clit, imagining Sandra walking into the room behind her that very moment and burying her face in her pussy as she sucked on Devon's cock. She couldn't take the ache for long and quickly mounted Devon's pole and rode him to orgasm before collapsing on his chest.

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Sandra was in her room, the handle of her hairbrush sliding in and out of her sopping pussy, finally giving herself relief from the sexual tension that had been mounting higher and higher throughout the day.

She eventually came hard, the lingering image in her mind being that of Rachel kneeling on the bed over her restrained father, her mouth sliding up and down his cock and remembering the feeling of her girlfriend slipping her fingers into her pussy at the cinema.

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It was at an odd moment that Rachel recalled her conversation with Sandra and even stranger that what stood out from her about the whole conversation was the fact that Sandra had mentioned being at her friend's house 'the other night' because as far as Rachel was aware, Sandra had slept in her room every night since she'd arrived back in town.

She kept waiting for a chance to explore that conversation with Sandra, but there didn't seem to be many opportunities, until Sandra announced that she'd been spending Friday night with Lucy and that she might even end up staying at her house rather than paying for cab fare if they drank too much for her to drive home again.

"Is Lucy the girl?" Rachel asked.

"The girl?"

"The one that kissed you?"

"Oh, yeah, she is," Sandra admitted, blushing.

"Are you planning on letting her do it again?" Rachel probed.

"Maybe, if it feels right at the time."

"I was thinking about our conversation the other day and I think that's probably just the right approach to take," Rachel advised. "See what happens. If it works for you, good, if it doesn't, well there's no harm in having experimented a little, but if she's your friend, above all, be honest, because I'm sure that you don't want to lose that." Sandra gave the advice some thought.

"Thanks, I think you're right," she said.

They chatted some more and during that time, Rachel managed to get out of Sandra that she'd been at her friend's the night before she'd come to stay with her father without Sandra being aware of what she'd admitted to. At least, not until she was on her way over to Lucy's/

"Oh well," she thought to herself later, even if she knows I was in town, I doubt she'd suspect that I sucked Dad off!

Rachel was thinking exactly that though. Could it have been Sandra that came into the house whilst she left Devon helpless on the bed? She had a key. It would explain things ... weird as it could be. Rachel was surprised at just how turned on she was by the thought of Devon's hot little girl coming home to find him naked on the bed and sucking him off and leaving again. If only she could ask. She thought about finding her own father in that position ... nope, no way would she do that!

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After a fun night of dancing and drinking, Lucy and Sandra discussed where they should spend the night.

"I think we should sleep at your house," Lucy suggested, "I want to see your Dad's hot girlfriend!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Nooo," Sandra complained, but in the end, lost the argument and so the two of them clambered out of the taxi at 4am and made their way to her room for sleep. Lucy pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top, kissing her, following up on the touches and kisses that the girls had exchanged through the night. Sandra was horny and drunk enough to allow her friend to do whatever she wanted and soon found herself topless on the bed with Lucy moving from one nipple to the other and back again, sucking and nibbling as her hands played with the firm mounds. Lucy's leg was grinding against her friend's thigh.

Lucy kissed Sandra and worked at removing her skirt, breaking the kiss when she'd managed to release the zipper so that she could pull it down her legs. Sandra felt the cool air of her room on her pussy as her thong went with the skirt and was really still registering the fact that Lucy had her naked when she gasped aloud as Lucy's tongue swept over her pussy. She quickly lost herself in the pleasure of Lucy's attention as her tongue slipped up and down her pussy, probing in her folds, caressing and exploring.

Sandra parted her legs and Lucy revelled in getting to taste her friend for the first time, working her own clothes off so that she too could be naked. She slid a finger into Sandra's pussy as she began to lick rhythmically at her clit. She felt Sandra's hands grasping her head, tangled in her brown hair and then she was cumming. Lucy licked gently until Sandra would take no more, then joined her on the bed, kissing her friend, her juices on her lips as their tongues twined together.

"Wow," Sandra whispered in the dark of the room, conscious of Lucy's breasts crushed against her.

"I'm so glad you let me do that."

"I'm glad I let you too," Sandra answered, kissing her friend and again tasting the lingering presence of her own pussy juice. She thought that she should offer to return the favour, but couldn't quite get herself to go there. They lay together, Lucy not pushing for anything and were soon asleep in each other's arms.

Rachel had been awakened by the sound of the girls attempting to come into the house quietly. Devon slept on blissfully, exhausted from their earlier celebration of having the house to themselves. She slipped from their shared room, curious as to whom Sandra had brought home and once she thought it was safe, moved to stand outside the door to her room. She listened until it was clear that everything was over, her fingers teasing herself as she imagined what was transpiring on the other side. Long after she thought that they must have been asleep, she opened the door quietly and peered in. There were two people in the bed together, but it was too dark to make out any details. Rachel wanted desperately to get a closer look, but decided against it and instead went back to bed.

Rachel rose early the next day, wanting to be sure that she would get to see whoever it was that Sandra had had stay the night. She was rewarded when the two girls eventually made their way into the kitchen, quite possibly lured by the smell of the blueberry pancakes that Rachel had cooked.

"Damn they smell good Rachel. This is my friend Lucy," Sandra said by way of introduction as the two girls seated themselves at the table. Rachel took her time to surreptitiously survey Sandra's friend as she distributed pancakes and made idle chat with the two girls, very much approving of what she saw. She could feel eyes boring into her back when she stood at the stove, flipping the next pancake and that combined with the thought of what the two girls had been up to the previous night had her loins aflame. She excused herself from the room to take some pancakes to Devon.

"Wow, she's hot!," Lucy said when she thought Rachel would be beyond hearing range to deliver the pancakes.

"I know, I can't believe she's doing my Dad though," Sandra giggled.

"Well your Dad is kind of hot you know," Lucy said, drawing dagger eyes from her friend. "What? Admit it, of all our friends, your Dad is the only one that could be considered worth fucking."

"Well, that may be true, but geez, that's my Dad!" Sandra laughed, whilst inwardly wondering whether Lucy really would do what she had if presented with him tied up on the bed.

"I bet that Rachel looks awesome in her underwear, her curves are just spectacular," Lucy mused.

"Is sex all you ever think about?" Sandra laughed, throwing a small piece of pancake across the table.

"Only with people as hot as you," Lucy teased in return. "Ones that let me lick their most private parts." Sandra blushed at the comment, remembering the previous night and just how horny she'd been, surprised to find herself getting aroused from the chat over the table.

"Well maybe I'll let you do it again some time," Sandra said, poking out her tongue, "If you're nice to me."

"Nice to you? Of course I'll be nice to you, every little step of the way until you cum!" As she finished, Rachel walked back into the room, having crept quietly along the hall to see what the girls might be talking about in her absence. The two younger girls blushed as Rachel did no more than raise a quizzical eyebrow at them.

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Over the course of the next few days, Sandra allowed Lucy to explore her body further and slowly break down the barriers of her resistance to doing more. She sucked and played with Lucy's breasts and even started to explore her pussy with her fingers, but just couldn't quite bring herself to slip her tongue into her friend's pussy. She could tell that Lucy desperately wanted her to do it, but was also grateful for the fact that she never made an issue of it, accepting Sandra's desire to explore her friend at her own pace.

At home, Sandra found herself thinking more and more about Rachel in a way that would make her blush when she realised what was happening, though not as much as she would blush when she continued to find herself thinking about her father. Lucy's comments about him had stuck with her, as did the memory of sucking him and then spying on him with Rachel. The more she thought on it, the more she tried to think of a way to get to see him, or better yet, touch him again. It was very distracting and she realised that she'd all but eliminated thoughts of people other than Lucy, Rachel and her Father from her desires. She was hardly even perving elsewhere at all! Slowly she formulated a plan.

Thus it was that she found herself on her bed, naked and waiting. The plan was possibly simple. She had first touched her father when she'd found him prone and unknowing and wondered what his reaction would be to the same sort of encounter. She opened her bedroom window and arranged things to make it look like there'd been a hurried exit. Then she'd tied her ankles to the bed and slipped on a blindfold. Now she lay with handcuffs ready to snap in place and restrain her hands. When she heard the door opening, she'd restrain herself, the door to her room cracked open just enough to invite someone to peek in.

Devon had told her that he would be home early today and that Rachel had to work late, so he'd suggested that they catch an early movie. That had triggered her into action.

The front door opened and she clicked the handcuffs into place, knowing she'd left the key on the bedside table, obvious, but out of reach. Then, she hissed relatively loudly, hoping that it would be loud enough for her father to hear, but not so obvious that she would be shouting the house down ... "Hey, come back, you can't leave me here like this!"

Rachel paused when she heard Sandra call out. She wondered just what was going on and made her way to the younger girl's room. Peering through the slightly ajar door, she bit down on her lip. There she was, naked, legs spread with her ankles tied to the corners, hands above her head, her lovely breasts flattened against her chest, but her nipples standing proud and erect.

As she heard someone enter the room, Sandra realised the difference between her position and the one that she'd found her father in. Whilst her father assumed it would be his girlfriend to return, it was clear that the only person expected in the house that afternoon was Devon, meaning that she would know it was her father. She couldn't very well beg him to touch her, she'd have to play like she'd been busted and beg to be released.

Rachel stood by the bed, eyes drinking in the sight of the helpless young girl. Her pussy was neatly cropped, a landing strip of brown hair leading down to her puffy pussy lips and she desperately wanted to run her fingers through it. She knew that Sandra must know that someone was there and given that Devon was the one that was supposed to be home, she must think she'd just been busted by her father. Rachel waited for the panicked response but was surprised when it didn't come.

"Daddy?" Sandra said quietly, sensing the presence of someone beside the bed. "I'm sorry, this must look bad ... but, well, please undo these for me?" She rattled the handcuffs against the iron bed head.

Rachel wasn't sure what to do. Admit that it was her that had entered the room? She didn't really want to. What she really wanted was to take advantage of the girl on the bed. She kept glancing at the hard nipples, smaller than she would have expected for the size of her breasts, but a lovely pale pink in colour and rock hard. They seemed to call her name, begging. She wanted to taste one, to feel how hard it was. She lowered her bag to the floor and then reached out, cupping Sandra's lovely left breast, feeling the hard nipple rubbing against her palm. Sandra gasped at the contact, but arched herself toward it, feeling the hand close over her tit and squeeze.