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"I'll just leave you here for a bit while I go and get something from the shop then," Rachel stated, smiling back over her shoulder as she left the bedroom.

"Hang on, you can't do that," Devon replied, his voice pitch rising as she left the room. He craned his neck in a futile effort to see where she was going. The blindfold and handcuffs prevented any success. He called out a couple more times as the sounds of her passage through the house receded, but eventually had to accept as he heard the front door close that she had indeed left him naked and cuffed whilst she ran an errand.

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Sandra pulled into the driveway, excited to get home after the semester at college and looking forward to being able to surprise her father who thought she was arriving in town the following day. She wondered whether she'd meet her father's new girlfriend and wasn't sure whether to be excited for her father or wary. Certainly since he'd started seeing her, he'd sounded happier than any time she could remember since her mother's death. She was happy for him in that respect but at the same time, she was always reserved when meeting someone that had the potential to try and 'replace' her mother.

Sandra grabbed the keys from the ignition and her handbag from the passenger's seat leaving the rest of her luggage in the back of the Prius figuring that she'd get help with it later rather than lug it herself. She entered the house, expecting no one to be home and was surprised when she heard her father call out from the direction of his bedroom.

"Rachel! I knew you weren't going to be as long as you threatened." Surprised that her father was home rather than working and wanting the surprise of her early return to come on her terms, not to mention the fact that she clearly wasn't Rachel, Sandra said nothing and went to find the source of his voice. She was more than a little shocked when she glanced in his room and found that he was naked on the bed, arms and legs spread wide and a blindfold covering his eyes.

"Rachel?" he asked, obviously sensing someone was there. Sandra said nothing and found herself frozen to the spot in shock. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she just leave? Did she embarrass her father by letting him know who it was that was standing there watching? Her eyes found their way down to his cock and lingered there. She knew that she shouldn't be looking, but it had been a while since she'd been with anyone and she couldn't help but assess its size. It was neither the biggest nor the smallest she'd seen and she found herself stepping into her father's room to get a better look. He'd obviously been keeping at the triathlons and still looked as fit as many of the 20 year olds that she knew.

Sandra was surprised by herself, both in the fact that she'd entered the room and even more so by the fact that she could feel her body responding to the naked flesh before her, regardless of the fact that it was her father. There was something about the blindfold that gave her just sufficient separation to enable her to draw on her curiosity. Her father had obviously been there long enough for his dick to go limp and she couldn't help but wonder how big it would get.

"Fuck you're a tease," her father said as she moved alongside the bed. His cock twitched too. Sandra watched and then with her heart racing, reached out and traced a finger down the length of it, seeing it begin to stiffen at the contact. Up and down her finger went, lightly touching the soft skin as the shaft beneath hardened and elongated. It was a fascinating process.

She teased the head of his cock a little, licking her finger and swirling it around it, enjoying the changes that she saw as he grew to full size. The whole time that she did this she was thinking and wondering. She knew that she should leave, but something seemed to hold her there. She'd always loved her Dad and in some of her more depraved moments had even fantasized occasionally after her Mother had died about taking care of his 'special needs'. She'd never done more than that though. Yet here he now was, naked and tied, unable to do a thing as she teased at his cock. She licked her lips. He wouldn't know, she thought. Her father moaned as her fingers continued to tease his stiffness.

"I could do whatever I want and just leave," she thought to herself. Her loins flushed at the thought. Then she wondered how long this Rachel would be likely to leave her father like this and panicked a bit. She could come home any second! That thought surprisingly aroused her further. She leant over the bed and blew on her Father's cock. Her hand wrapped around his generous girth and lifted it from where it lay against his belly. She lowered her mouth over it and sucked long and deep, Devon groaning his appreciation. She sucked up and down, bobbing her head for a few moments before releasing him. Then she fled the room quickly but quietly and returned to her car, her father's voice pursuing her, calling for Rachel.

She sped off down the street, her heart beating at a ridiculous rate, her mind whirling. If I don't get home until I'm expected, she realised, he'll never know that I sucked his cock. She pulled over and grabbed her phone, calling her friend Lucy and arranging to stay the night.

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"Miss me?" Rachel called out as she entered the bedroom and sat upon the bed, her hand going to Devon's cock.

"Of course," Devon replied as he stiffened again, his mind wondering about what had transpired before when she had sucked him and suddenly stopped.

"I guess I'd better make it up to you then," she said, moving so that she could engulf his hardening cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping until he was fully erect. Devon moaned as pleasure washed through his cock. Devon thrust at Rachel's mouth as she worked him over, her tongue and lips combining to heighten his pleasure until with a loud vocal release, he came, his cum spurting into her mouth. Rachel swallowed his seed eagerly before moving to kiss him, running her tongue into his mouth and exploring.

She removed the blindfold first, then his hands and ankles. Devon rubbed at his skin, helping return a little more circulation to them.

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"That was an incredible tease when you came back in and didn't say a word to me," Devon mentioned to Rachel later that night.

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, her face puzzled.

"You know when you pretended to head off to the shops and then came back in and didn't say a word before leaving again," Devon explained.

"But I didn't," Rachel responded looking thoroughly perplexed.

"Ok, if that's the way you want to play it, it must have been some random stranger that came into the house while you were away, found me in my bedroom, tied up naked, didn't say a word, but played with my cock and sucked me and then left? Suuure it wasn't you."

Rachel tried to explain that it really hadn't been her, but Devon wouldn't have anything of it, fixed with the idea that Rachel was simply trying to continue the air of mystery. She let it go so that he wouldn't make a big deal of it, but knew for a fact that it hadn't been her. Someone actually had come into the house and played with his cock. She couldn't remember now whether she'd remembered to lock the door or not. She desperately tried to recall if she'd needed to use the key when she came back, but it was a bit vague and she couldn't be 100% sure.

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Sandra's mind raced through the night at Lucy's place. They stayed up late talking and over and again she considered telling Lucy what had happened. They were close friends and had discussed every detail of their burgeoning sexual experiences even as they moved to separate colleges and different states. She couldn't quite bring herself to do it though. After all, it was her father that she'd sucked off.

"So, what's the one thing you wish you'd done but haven't this year?" Lucy asked her.

"Dunno, hadn't thought about it," Sandra replied.

"Come on, you can do better than that," Lucy laughed.

"Well you've obviously been thinking about it, why don't you tell me?" Sandra countered. She laughed when Lucy blushed. "Come on, out with it!"

"Well, there was one night at a bar when this girl hit on me and wanted to kiss me and I said no," Lucy replied, her eyes flicking down to her feet as she sat cross legged on the floor in front of her friend.

"You wish you'd said yes?" Sandra prompted.

"Well, it left me curious," Lucy said; lifting her gaze to Sandra's, cautious of what sort of a reaction she'd find there. "Have you ever wondered about it?"

"Of course I have, but I've never actually done it," Sandra replied.

"Want to?"

"What, kiss you?" Sandra asked. Lucy nodded, her eyes locked on Sandra's. "I dunno ..."

"Please?" Lucy asked.

"You really really want this, do you?" Lucy nodded, a nervous smile on her face.

"Uh huh."

"Fuck, um ok then," Sandra conceded, wondering if her day could get any weirder. She'd sucked her father's cock without him knowing and now she was going to give her best friend a lesbo kiss. "I just don't want things to get weird between us Luce."

"I promise not to get weird on you?" Lucy laughed as she licked her lips. Sandra playfully slapped her and then licked her own lips as Lucy closed the gap between them. They both turned their heads the same way the first time, giggling before they corrected awkwardly and their lips came together, slightly parted, tongues tentatively seeking each other. That cautiousness was quickly lost though as they dissolved themselves in the kiss, each surprised by the softness of the other's lips and by the passion with which the kiss was exchanged.

It was a couple of minutes before they broke apart, all but panting, eyes locking together.

"Wow," Lucy whispered.

"Fuck," Sandra responded.

"I've got goose bumps." Lucy held her arms out to show.

"Goose bumps? Is that all? You've gone and made my panties all wet!" Sandra said. Lucy leaned in for another kiss in response and Sandra accepted it willingly, their tongues once again dancing together. This time as they kissed, Lucy used her hands, cupping Sandra's head, feeling her silken brown hair, hands running down over her shoulders, her arms, the back of one hand grazing the curve of her friend's breast. Sandra gasped, but didn't break the kiss as Lucy became emboldened, turning her hand to feel her breast properly.

"Want to sleep in my bed with me?" Lucy asked Sandra as they broke apart again several minutes later.

"Yes," Sandra answered, blushing. Lucy jumped to her feet and soon the two girls were snuggled in bed together, wearing their panties and t-shirts, their lips again locked in a loving tussle. Sandra wasn't quite sure how far she wanted things to go and yet at the same time found herself incredibly aroused. Lucy's hand moved to cover her breast and gently squeeze it and she found that she didn't say no. It was a tender squeeze, not the rough grope that was typical of the boys that she'd been with and combined with her friend's tongue twirling around in her mouth ... well ... wow.

It wasn't much longer until Lucy's hands became more adventurous and were brushing against the fabric of her panties. Sandra panicked a little. "Lucy," she started. The hand froze in response.

"I'm sorry Sandra," Lucy whispered, afraid that she'd upset her friend by going too far too soon.

"Its ok, I'm just a little confused right now, can we just sleep?"

"Sure Sandy," Lucy said, giving her friend another kiss. Sandra spun around within Lucy's arms and lay facing away from her, Lucy's arm d****d around her as she snuggled close, spooning with her friend. Her hand closed over Sandra's ripe breast and Sandra didn't bother objecting, enjoying the touch as she drifted off to sleep.

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The following day Sandra was incredibly nervous as she drove home, thinking about the fact that she was both going to meet her father's girlfriend and that she'd have to look her father in the eye after having sucked his cock. She was terrified that he'd know that she'd done it.

Her parents had been young when they'd had her, being something of an accident. What it meant was that her father was somewhat younger than those of all her friends and as a keen triathlete, he was certainly a hell of a lot fitter than most of them. As to his girlfriend, she had no idea what to expect. Especially considering that she had apparently left him tied naked to the bed whilst leaving the house.

With her mind still whirling with confused thoughts, she approached the front door and rang the doorbell, not wanting to give the impression that she would just walk into the house just because she had a key, thinking that might lead to suspicion about the previous day.

After a few moments, her father came rushing to the door and opened it, his face splitting into a beaming grin as he drank in the sight of her. Sandra barely managed to squeeze out hello and take a step into the house before he seized her in a bear hug, just like he had always done since she was a tiny girl. He spun her around before placing her back down inside the entrance hall where she managed to get her first glimpse of his girlfriend.

Sandra couldn't help but be shocked at first because she looked so young. Sandra was 20 and it didn't look like this girl was very much older than herself, certainly she was less than 30!

"Sandy, I'd like you to meet Rachel," Devon said as he released her. Sandra eyed off the other woman, taking in the details. Bright red hair in a cute pixie cut, Bigger breasts than her own, wide hips but a slim waist, she was wearing a cute floral summer frock. Pierced ears, conservative nail polish, white strappy sandals. All in all, there wasn't anything to fault Sandra quickly realised and only at that moment realising that that was what she'd been looking for.

At the same time, Rachel was taking in the sight of her boyfriend's daughter. It still freaked her out a bit to be involved with a guy who's daughter was almost her own age. At 25, she wouldn't have expected to be dating someone10 years older than herself, but Devon was so much fun that she now couldn't imagine not dating him. She held out her hand tentatively, as much a peace offering as anything as she saw Sandra assessing her just as she herself was doing. Devon didn't yet know that Rachel had been known to fool around with girls and given how hot his daughter had turned out to be, she thought it best that she left it that way, even as she imagined what it would be like to peel Sandra's tight jeans down her lithe legs.

"Nice to meet you Sandra, your Dad never stops talking about you," she offered as an opening. Sandra blushed.

"Nice to meet you too, Rachel," Sandra replied. Devon all but sighed as the reception appeared to go off without catastrophe and asked Sandra where her bags were. Sandra told him they were in the car and the three of them went out to get them, Sandra beginning to fill the others in on her time at school as her father's questioning began.

"No boyfriend?" Devon asked his daughter.

"Nothing serious," Sandra replied, "I dated a couple of guys, but none worth sticking with."

"Yes, finding someone worth that can be a trial," Rachel offered. Sandra wasn't quite sure how to take it. Before long, Sandra was in her old room, unpacking and then joined her father and his girlfriend downstairs for a drink and more catching up.

As they sat down out on the patio, Sandra couldn't help but notice the little touches that kept passing between her father and Rachel, fingers lingering on legs, gentle caresses, a little petting. She had to smile. Clearly the two of them enjoyed each other and Sandra decided then and there to give Rachel latitude and not be picky about the fact that she appeared to be so young.

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"What's she like?" Lucy asked her that night when Sandra called to report in.

"She's actually really really nice," Sandra admitted.

"Is she good looking?"

"Yeah, actually she's pretty hot. Young too! She's only 25," Sandra confessed, having managed to get that information out of her during the afternoon.

"Wow, your dad's a stud hey?" Lucy laughed.

"Heh," Sandra grunted.

"As long as she's not hotter than me and you don't get funny ideas," Lucy poked.

"What do you mean funny ideas?" Sandra asked.

"That maybe you should kiss her or something," Lucy said, voice trailing off as she realised that she risked giving away how she felt about Sandra/

"Yeah, sure, like I'm going to kiss my father's girlfriend!"

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As the next couple of days passed, Sandra had no more reason to object than before as she spent time with Rachel. It turned out they had very similar tastes in music and clothing and shoes and so it was easy to accept her, if not become outright friends. The fact that Rachel climbed into her father's bed at night really placed the only lingering barrier to their being friends in their own right.

For her part, Rachel was somewhat torn. She was lusting after her boyfriend's daughter. Sandra was, she admitted to herself, fucking hot. And being summer, she kept prancing around the house in tiny daisy dukes and flirty summer frocks that moved so nicely over her athletic figure. That and the tiny lacy thongs that kept cropping up in the washing left her in a constant state of arousal which she took out as often as she could on Devon.

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Ever since the conversation that she'd had with Lucy, Sandra couldn't help assessing Rachel in a different way. Was she hotter than Lucy? Would she kiss her if the opportunity presented itself? She couldn't say yes or no. It wasn't that simple. And it made her think of what her Dad would think if she found the two of them with their lips stuck together, which somehow led her to thinking of his hard cock in her mouth. She groaned as her fingers drifted to her pussy. She really needed to get off.

"I'm going to go see a move with Lucy," Sandra announced mid-morning, needing to get away from her spiralling thoughts.

"ok, have fun," her father replied. Sandra couldn't help but notice that Rachel broke out in a grin at the announcement and as Sandra left the room, she glanced back to see Rachel whispering in her father's ear. Devon was grinning.

Sandra left and drove to the end of the street before parking the car and walking back to the house. She quietly let herself through the gate on the side and moved down toward where the window to her father's room was. She peered in. Her father was on the bed, once again restrained, though this time not alone. Rachel was there as well, dressed in a black thong, her large breasts free of restraint. She was leaning over her father and dragging her nipple across her father's chest and up toward his mouth where her pendulous breasts flopped against his face, his tongue seeking to lick at a nipple.

Sandra glanced lower, seeing her father's hard cock, remembering what it had felt like in her hand and mouth. She squeezed her legs together as she watched Rachel dangle her nipples in her father's mouth, teasing him, pulling them back when he'd had but a moment to savour each one. After a while of this teasing, she stood over him before squatting over his face, rubbing her thong against him. Sandra could only see the rear part of the action and found herself ogling Rachel's firm butt as she ground herself against the helpless Devon. The black string of the thong disappeared under her butt and Sandra found herself wondering what the other girl's pussy would look like and if that thong would be as soaked as the panties that she herself was wearing.

Rachel slid her way down Devon's body, breasts dragging over him, lips and tongue working away at his skin until she had his cock trapped in her cleavage. She moved up and down, crushing him whilst reaching with her hands to pull at Devon's nipples. Then with a further movement she was sucking on his cock and Sandra pressed her hand between her legs as she again recalled having that very cock in her mouth. She wanted to stay, curious as to what else would take place, but also didn't want to get caught. Caution won and she quietly made her way back to her car, panties clinging to her sopping pussy.
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.


"Daddy?!" Sandra gasped. Rachel said nothing. She leaned over and sucked on the nipple instead, drawing it roughly into her mouth, sucking hard in line with the desire that was coursing through her, flicking her tongue back and forth against the stiff nub as she felt her own nipples respond in kind. With her other hand she grabbed Sandra's other breast, kneading and moulding it, delighting in its firm weight, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger.

"Oh fuck, Daddy!" Sandra gasped as she felt her second nipple played with. Her pussy was alive and she wished that it would be dealt with as well. She pictured her father leaning over her, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth as his cock hardened. She wondered just how far he would go. Would he penetrate her? She'd really expected that he'd simply untie her and simply have to deal with being tied and naked in front of him. What was happening now exceeded those expectations and drove her perverse desire even further. She felt fingers trail through her landing strip and groaned, spreading her knees, welcoming the touch, willing it to delve between her legs, to feel how wet she was.

Rachel was breathing heavily. Hearing the way that Sandra gasped Daddy was driving her nuts. She couldn't believe that Sandra clearly thought it was her father that was doing this to her and yet wasn't calling for him to stop and release her. Part of her was disgusted, but the deviant and certainly dominant side of her pictured Devon in her position, knowing how hard his cock would be, wishing that she could spy on them as he explored his daughter while she watched. She saw the way that Sandra's knees parted and slipped her finger down along her pussy. It was soaking wet and she dragged her finger through her moisture before bringing it to her lips to taste. She wanted so much more, but decided that perhaps she should be restrained. She tried to imagine how she would bring it to a close if she removed the blindfold ... what if Sandra freaked that it wasn't her father; that she'd not reacted the way a daughter should?

Rachel picked up her bag from the floor and took the key from the bedside table, even as she watched Sandra's chest rising and falling with her breathy gasps in the sudden absence of attention. With a last, lingering look at Sandra's perfect nakedness, she moved around to the window side of the bed and pressed the key into her constrained hand. She then quickly moved to the window and clambered out. Once outside, she took her keys from her bag and ran to the car, climbing in and driving off, aroused and wondering how the hell this was going to play out.

Sandra felt the key pressed into her hand and heard her father move to the window. She very carefully worked to release the handcuffs, desperately wanting to see her father, but not wanting to drop the key and truly be left helpless. She wondered why her father had gone out the window and decided that he probably felt guilty and wouldn't want to admit to what had happened, not knowing that Sandra had orchestrated her position for exactly that reason.

Sandra was dressed again and pondering the whole episode when her father rang and apologised for the fact that he wouldn't be able to keep their date as he'd have to stay late at work. Sandra smiled, thinking that his panic must have taken him back to work.

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Rachel was thinking. She knew that someone had sucked Devon's cock whilst she'd left him helpless on the bed. She'd also just busted his daughter in a compromising position on a day when Devon had been expected to come home from work early. Putting that together with the comment several days earlier about having spent the night at a friend's when she hadn't been expected in town and Rachel couldn't help but think that she'd worked out who'd come in and sucked on her boyfriend's cock. The though that Sandra may have set up today's little 'situation' both scared her and aroused her simultaneously.

She spent a long time wondering exactly what she could do with that information, especially each time her mind returned to the sight of Sandra tied naked on the bed and the feel of her hard nipple in her mouth.

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Sandra spent a lot of time thinking about it to. When she did see her father again, he played innocent. She could scarcely believe it. She knew what she'd been through after sucking him, glances at his crotch, checking his eyes, looking for some sort of sign that she'd been busted. She'd seen none of that. Now she expected him to be doing the same ... checking her out, subtly trying to get a view of her tits or her arse. But there was nothing. Damn he was a good actor. She decided that she'd have to turn up the pressure if she wanted any sort of repeat performance.

She started wearing less around the house, strolling from the bathroom to her room in her underwear, or coming to breakfast in t-shirts that didn't cover her belly and left her panties exposed, instead of something longer and a pair of cotton shorts. She could feel her father's eyes on her and couldn't help but think that Rachel too was starting to take more notice of her.

For her part, Rachel was convinced. With what Sandra was wearing around the house, a priest would have been hard pressed to keep his hands to himself. It was definitely a turn on for Rachel and she noted that Devon's eyes had started lingering more and more on his daughter's body.

Rachel wasn't quite sure how to handle it. From what she'd deduced, Sandra had sucked off her father and thought he'd sucked her tits. And clearly she wanted more! Having Sandra flaunting herself so outrageously was almost an insult. Had it been directed at herself, she'd have had more of an idea of how to treat it, but with her supposed to be oblivious, what did she do? Complain? Ask her to wear more because she was jealous of having to share Devon's perving gazes?

She had to settle for confusion.

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Devon again found his eyes following his daughter as she walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Rachel was sleeping in and Sandra had just walked in wearing a pair of cute pink cotton panties and a t-shirt that barely covered her breasts. They clearly swung free of constraint beneath the material and her nipples were hard as rocks, clearly evident through the fabric. When she bent forward, he was torn between her tight arse and getting a glimpse of the underside of her tits as the t-shirt failed to cover them adequately. His cock stiffened and he again felt guilty about perving on his own daughter.

Sandra smiled at him as she dropped the milk and cereal at the table. Then she paused behind him and wrapped her arms around him for a hug, wishing him good morning. He felt her tits crushed against his back and stifled a groan, his cock aching. Then she sat opposite, eating breakfast, whilst he tried to come up with something innocent to talk about whilst he attempted to get his erection down again.

Sandra kept chatting regardless and in doing so, managed to dribble milk from her mouth, laughing and saying what a klutz she was, wiping it from her tits. All that achieved though was to rub the milk in and make those lovely firm breasts wobble and if possible, the nipples stiffen even more. After managing to do this a couple of times, there was an almost transparent area covering half her right breast and in particular her nipple. Sandra smiled as she noted that her father's gaze kept dropping to her tits. She squeezed her legs together, crushing her pussy lips between her thighs as she thought about how hard she must be making his cock.

Devon eyed the wet material clinging to her nipple and found that he wanted nothing more than to be able to remove the t-shirt and see the whole breast or better yet, fondle it.

Sandra picked up her juice and took a drink. She managed to fumble it and spill almost the entire contents down her front.

"Shit!" she said as her t-shirt was drenched. Standing quickly from her chair, she quickly pulled it up and over her head, knowing that she was showing her father her chest in all its glory.

Devon stared, mouth agape as his daughter pulled the messy t-shirt over her head and revealed her breasts to him. It was a very long time since he'd last seen his daughter naked and the large firm tits with their tiny pointed nipples were certainly not associated with that part of their lives. Until the last week or so, he'd certainly not associated that sort of view with his own daughter. As the t-shirt was removed, it was quickly used to cover them up again as Sandra held it in front of her, apologising to her father for being such a klutz. Devon mumbled something, his eyes following her tight butt as she walked from the room, desperately trying to ensure that the image of his daughter's tits was indelibly painted onto his retinas.

Sandra wasn't sure what to do. She felt like her father's resistance was breaking down, but he still showed no signs of admitting that he'd ever touched her. Not even a little 'absent-minded' pat on her butt when they were in the same room. She longed to feel him touch her and wanted desperately to just pull down his pants and attack his cock, but if he was going to pretend there was nothing, she didn't want to push it.

Rachel was still trying to think how to not ruin her relationship with Devon and yet take advantage of what she knew Sandra was up to.

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"I have a question for you," Rachel said to Sandra.

"Oh?" Sandra replied, curious. Devon had travelled out of town on business and Sandra's friend Lucy had suggested a girls' night in watching videos. And so they found themselves drinking wine and curled up together on the couch. Rachel had noted the touches exchanged by the two girls and desperately wanted to be a part of it.

"Have you ever been tied up?" she asked somewhat out of the blue, wondering at the response it might get as she recalled Sandra on her bed.

"Tied up? Like how?" Sandra asked.

"Like for sex silly!" Lucy said laughing. Sandra hesitated, not sure whether to answer truthfully or not. "Come on, it's not like you'd forget," Lucy prodded.

"Well, yes, I have," Sandra said, blushing.

"ooh, you kinky thing, you didn't tell me that!" Lucy said.

"What about you Lucy, have you?" Rachel asked.

"No, can't say I have. And I think I'd rather do the tying personally, I don't like giving up that much control. Have you Rachel?"

"Oh yes, been tied and done the tying," she said huskily.

"And I bet you look hot tied up too," Lucy said, eyes travelling over Rachel's body.

"No more so than you two would," She suggested in response.

"I guess we'll never know," Lucy said with a wink before turning on Sandra. "So when were you tied up and who did it?" she demanded.

"Secret," Sandra replied, recalling the day she'd set herself up for her father.

"Nuh uh, no secrets," Lucy said.

"Yes there are!" Sandra laughed, eyes flicking to Rachel.

"Damn, now I just want to tie you both up," Lucy said with a heavy sigh.

"Well you can tie me up if you like," Rachel replied, imagining letting Lucy do what ever she'd like to her.

"Really?" Lucy asked, excited.

"Sure, if you promise not to be too nice."

"Er, what about Devon?" Lucy asked.

"Well, you're just tying me up right ...?"

"Oh yeah, of course," Lucy said, her imagination down-scaling the image she was forming of Rachel's large tits hanging out between ropes with their nipples ready for sucking.

"Come on Sandy, let's tie her up" Lucy exclaimed enthusiastically. "Um, do you have rope?" she then referred to Rachel.

"Sure, wait here," Rachel said, walking down the hall to the room she shared with Devon. Sandra and Lucy both eyed off the curvaceous form of her butt in the tight black yoga pants that she was wearing.

"damn, talk about kinky," Lucy grinned at her friend.

"yeah," Sandra replied, not wanting to admit how excited she was. Rachel returned with several ropes and handed them to Lucy.

"So where do you want me?" Rachel asked; thrilled at the turn things had taken.

"On a chair in the kitchen," Lucy said confidently.

"What's the safe word going to be?" Rachel asked.

"Safe word?" Lucy asked.

"Yes, the word I say that means you stop whatever you are doing and release me," She replied.

"Oooooh," Lucy said, "How about pyjamas?"

"Sure, that works as well as anything," Rachel laughed, "And I can't exactly think that it would come up in conversation either."

"Geez, spent much time thinking about it?" Sandra laughed. Lucy winked at her. The three of them went to the kitchen and Rachel sat down on a chair. Lucy pulled her hands behind her back and tied them there, then tied her ankles as well as Sandra stood by watching.

"I think you should sit in a chair too Sandy," Lucy said. After a quick exchange and some begging, Lucy had her friend sitting back to back with Rachel so that neither of them could see what was going on behind them. Soon she too had her ankles and hands tied.

Rachel was wearing a t-shirt over a lacy black bra in addition to her yoga pants. Lucy decided that she'd test each girl's limits, her pussy firing up as she started. At first she stood in front of each girl and simply reached out to play with their tits. Neither of them said anything, though Sandra gave her a very surprised look as she realised this was happening within reach of, if not sight of, her father's girlfriend. She had no idea that Lucy was doing it to Rachel too.

Rachel just met Lucy's gaze and winked at her as the younger girl played with her breasts. Lucy took that to mean that although she'd only committed to being tied up, she was open to more as long as it wasn't obvious to Sandra. She took the waistband of Rachel's yoga pants and pulled them down around her curvy hips and arse until she had them down at Rachel's ankles. Rachel wore a thong that matched the black lacy bra that Lucy was yet to discover. Next Lucy moved back to Sandra and leaned in to kiss her, sliding her tongue between her lips, making sure that there was enough noise that it would be clear to Rachel that she was kissing Lucy behind her.

Rachel squirmed on the seat, wondering if perhaps she'd gone too far allowing this to happen. She was so horny, she didn't think that she'd be able to say no to anything if she didn't stop it soon, but at the same time, having the hot young Lucy playing with her tits simply promised too much to say no. She listened to the sound of the girl's behind her and could tell that they were kissing. She was jealous, wanting those soft luscious lips on her own. She craned her head around, but couldn't see.

Lucy returned to where Rachel sat and took her time surveying the older girl. She decided that she really wanted to see Rachel's tits. First though, she grabbed a clean tea towel and wrapped through her mouth and around the back of her head to gag her.

"ok?" she asked. Rachel nodded and so Lucy grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it up far enough to reveal the lacy bra. Again she took the large orbs in her hands a played with them before reaching in behind to unsnap the clasp. It enabled her to free them a little, but not as much as she'd have liked. As she pondered the next step she walked back around to Sandra, pulling her own t-shirt off over her head as she went, drawing Rachel's gaze with her until she was too far for her to see.

Sandra watched Lucy come back into view, discarding her t-shirt as she did so. As Sandra watched, Lucy shimmied from her track pants to stand in front of her in just a cotton thong. Then she was sitting over Sandra's knee, her pussy pressed firmly against her friend's thigh as she thrust her bare breast against Sandra's face. Sandra opened her mouth, taking Lucy's nipple between her lips, sucking and pulling, surprised at just how much she was enjoying herself. Lucy pulled her tit back and replaced it with the other, groaning at the sucking that her nipples were receiving, rubbing her wet pussy on Sandra's thigh, knowing her thong wasn't sufficient to stop the moisture from smearing all over her. She stood up again and looked down at where Sandra sat, her eyes alive and sparkling, then lifted her t-shirt to expose her breasts, knowing from earlier that like herself, Sandra hadn't been wearing a bra as they had watched the movie. Lucy pulled at Sandra's nipples, loving how hard they became, watching the pale pink skin stiffen. Then she left her to go back to Rachel.

Rachel's eyes widened as she saw Lucy come back into view wearing nothing more than an obviously wet thong.

"Too bad all I get to do is tie you up," Lucy said, picking up some more rope. "Have you ever been with a girl?" she paused as she watched Rachel nod her head, just grinning in response. Lucy eyed of Rachel's nipples. Much paler than either Sandra's or her own, they were larger as well. Big, round areola with small round tips, fitting nicely with Rachel's red hair and pale skin. She ran her finger over one then the other before leaning in to suck one into her mouth, feeling it stiffen as her tongue flicked back and forth and swirled around it. When she released it, she noted that the nipple had extended with the pleasure, not as long as her own, but enough to admire. Lucy took a spare length of rope and wound it around Rachel, over her shoulder, between her breasts, around her back, under her breasts, back up over the other shoulder ... around and around until her large breasts were tied. She felt them again, feeling how firm they were, constrained and tight. When she pulled on the nipples, Rachel's head went back in pleasure.

Sandra wondered what Lucy was getting up to, suspecting by now that she'd crossed lines that she wasn't supposed to. Strangely, as she sat there, she found that it wasn't actually the fact that her father's girlfriend was willing to betray him that annoyed her as much as the fact that she herself was missing out on being part of it. Knowing that Lucy might have Rachel in a state of undress similar to her own simply caused her pussy to melt. As she considered that, Lucy came back into sight again and stood before her as she removed the last piece of her clothing. She played with herself before Sandra, sliding her hands over her body, pulling her nipples hard and slipping a finger between her sopping lips. She leaned in close to Sandra and wiped her juices across her friend's lips.

Sandra licked her lips, tasting her friend for the first time, delighting in the lust that she saw reflected in Lucy's eyes as she watched it happen. Lucy put two fingers to her pussy lips and coated them liberally with her pleasure before grinding her pussy on Sandra's knee as she brought the fingers up to her lips and kissed her, sharing the taste from her fingers between them, their tongues darting about and duelling with each other.

Lucy moved so that she could get her hand between Sandra's legs, plunging it within her cotton shorts, inside her panties and into her juicy pussy. With her fingers well coated she again brought them to her friend's lips and shared a wet kiss with her. Then she left, returning to where Rachel sat. Rachel's eyebrows lifted when Lucy appeared again, totally naked. Lucy dropped to the floor, pushing Rachel's knees apart and dragging her butt forward on the chair as she kissed and licked her way up Rachel's thighs.

Rachel worked her butt forward, desperately wanting the little hottie's tongue inside her pussy. Just as Lucy reached her thong though, she swapped legs and kissed her way back out again. Rachel almost screamed in frustration, feeling her pussy soaking the thong she wore. With a cheeky wink, Lucy strolled back around the chair to Sandra's side. She kissed Sandra hard and again plunged her hand into her friend's shorts to lubricate her fingers. This time though, rather than share with Sandra, she walked around to Rachel.
With some quick gestures, Lucy made it clear to Rachel that what coated her fingers was Sandra's pussy juice. She moved the tea towel that had been gagging Rachel, then she fed those fingers to her. Lucy was surprised at just how hungrily Rachel sucked at her fingers, licking and slurping until no trace remained of her friend's scent or taste. She plunged her fingers into her own pussy before returning them to Rachel's mouth. When they were clean again, she slipped them into Rachel, earning a gasp and a thrust of her hips, demanding deeper penetration. Then she tasted them, sucking deeply right in front of Rachel's face.

"Pyjama," Rachel mumbled as she watched. Lucy nearly missed it. She looked at Rachel, surprised. She'd not expected it so soon, nor to have heard it from Rachel first. Lucy was clearly disappointed as she began to release Rachel's bindings.

"I thought you would have been up for more," Lucy said quietly.

"I want more, I just don't want to be tied up for it," Rachel said, standing as the last of the ropes were released. She pulled Lucy to her and kissed her forcefully, hands roaming over the younger girl's body.

"Hey, what's going on?" Sandra demanded, able to hear what was going on but not see. Lucy broke the kiss and led Rachel to stand before the still-tied Lucy.

"This," she said, pulling Rachel in for another kiss, Rachel in her t-shirt and thong, having stepped out of her yoga pants and Lucy completely naked. Sandra watched, turned on by the sight, unable to reach or participate. When Lucy pulled Rachel's top off and then removed her bra, she groaned. Rachel was pulling at Lucy's long nipples, twirling and teasing them even as Lucy bent her head to suck on Rachel's big light pink nipples.

"Fuck that's hot, let me join in," Sandra panted from the seat.

"All you have to do is say the word," Lucy teased, moving Rachel closer until they both had their breasts inches from Sandra's reaching tongue.

"What word?" Sandra asked, wriggling on the chair.

"The safe word," Rachel said, smiling as she slid her fingers into Lucy's pussy and then sucked them clean. "Don't tell me you've forgotten?" Lucy dropped to her knees and worked her tongue between Rachel's lips. Rachel tipped her head back and moaned, her hands pulling Lucy's head to her pussy, her large breasts thrusting proudly from her chest. She looked back down over Lucy's head to Sandra, licking her lips before quietly mouthing the word, "pyjama."

"Pyjama!" Sandra shouted triumphantly. Lucy stopped her oral attention between Rachel's legs and turned to smile at her friend before she and Rachel untied her bonds. As Rachel bent to release the ankle ropes, Lucy pulled Sandra's t-shirt from her and kissed her hard.

Rachel stared at the wet thong that Sandra was wearing and after releasing her ankles, simply pushed her legs apart and rubbed her pussy before sliding her fingers beneath the material to seek the treasure beyond.

"I think we should go to your room Sandra," Lucy suggested when they broke from their kiss. There was general agreement and the three girls grabbed their clothes and relocated. When they were in the room, Rachel pushed Sandr