Chapter 6: Who Needs a Goblet of Fire?

Shelley and her mother were still giggling insanely when they returned to the master-bedroom, the upside most likely of some girl to girl interaction in the bathroom. One would have to acknowledge the recuperative powers of the modern female however – neither looked like they had been called on to exert themselves much beyond loading up the dishwasher. Quite incredible what a comb and the slightest re-application of make-up can achieve. As they approached the bed, Greg winked at his friend, angling a glance behind him as he did so. Ian was no dummy!

“What are you doing Greg?” Tracey gasped in surprise as her husband grabbed her around the waist and pushed her face forwards on to the bed.

“Hey!” was all Shelley could enunciate, before she too found herself spreadeagled face-down besides her mother. The men were doing something with their wrists – tying them together by the feel of it.

“I think we’re in trouble darling,” Tracey grinned at her daughter, her mind already in hyperdrive as to the possibilities here. She never got to utter anything further as the duct-tape then sealed her airways.

“I’d say that puts us in the box seat Ian,” Greg muttered to his friend, turning his wife over on to her back. Taking in her fully vulnerable aspect, he permitted himself a light fondle of her breasts. Her helpless wriggling merely added grist to the mill. He glanced across at his sexy little daughter. “Don’t be shy Ian,” he inclined his head towards the struggling teenager, “Do whatever you want my friend.”

Shelley’s expression was priceless as her captor’s hand lowered itself to her breasts and began taking liberties with those girlish mounds. The tape of course was precluding the possibility of her verbally challenging her predicament. For a while both men amused themselves with fondling those hot curves as their owners gasped and writhed in embarrassed restraint. At Greg’s suggestion they swapped partners and Greg took the greatest delight in the fact that his daughter’s nipples were hardening rapidly beneath her school blouse. Ian of course had long made a similar discovery inside the bra of the young woman prostrate in front of him. It wasn’t so much erections they were experiencing as testosteronic anarchy.

“I have to fuck her,” Ian announced to no-one in particular, pushing Tracey’s dress up as he spoke and exposing her hot little briefs.

“I’m with you son,” said Greg going one step further and literally ripping his daughter’s panties down, exposing her naughtiest of hair-lines to the localized viewing public. Not five seconds later and he had more than six inches of adventurous penile tissue working its illicit but fun way up Shelley’s slippery little dual carriageway.

Ian saw little reason not to follow suit, and Tracey’s subsequent muffled cries of pleasure would suggest he was definitely exceeding the speed limit on the southern freeway.

“God, that is soo hot!” Ian muttered mid-thrust, as he observed Greg fucking his tied-up daughter to the edge of reason. Again, images of young Lucy flooded his subconscious. They weren’t images of her sitting at her desk doing her homework either, let it be stated.

From Greg’s perspective – seeing his wife hog-tied, gagged and her panties down around one ankle with his best-friend’s drill giving her a cervical massage, was not detrimental to his cause either.

“Fuck her Ian, make her cum,” was about the best advice he could give.

He should talk!

Even as Shelley quivered in orgasmic release, Tracey was taken to the periphery of the biggest cum she had ever dreamed of. Both, at that instant, were procreative females on heat – desperate to fulfil their biological destiny.

“Jesus Christ,” Greg whimpered ... that was unreal! Ian couldn’t respond, being close to needing a defibrillator himself.

So much more was to pass that evening but the reader’s interest is best served perhaps by a look at the bigger picture. Let us just say that such moving violations as had already been perpetrated upon the hapless duo were magnified yet further, as a result of their being stripped and tied back to back allowing both to be fucked concurrently. Free of the duct tape for now, the girls’ cries of sensual pleasure were heightened by the fact both could feel each other’s penetration by virtue of their bottoms being in close proximity, and thereby transmitting the force of each thrust.

At the point the men could indulge themselves no further, Tracey and her daughter had each to masturbate the other before being encouraged to take a somewhat open shower together, where rules were passed-up in favor of spontaneous innovation. Amazing what two majorly aroused females can conjure up when left to their own devices.

It was to be two weeks before Ian, his wife Lena and daughter Lucy were ushered in to the Richardson’s hallway. Given that she and Tracey were barely two years apart and with both sharing an interest in psychology, it is small wonder that they hit it off from the start – chatting away like old friends at the kitchen workbench.

Even as he cast his first glance at Lucy, Greg could well understand Ian’s incestuous leanings towards his daughter. Possessed of a young body that seemed to bridge effortlessly the gap between childhood and adolescence, her breasts, whilst still small and much as her father had correctly described them, exerted a physical appeal that he just knew was going to have to be appeased at some stage.

A cute little honey-blonde, especially in that translucent dress, something lurked there unseen, that was anything but child. “Was she in fact aware of this?” he wondered. As for Lena, Greg decided on sight that if the opportunity ever arose to get into her panties – he wouldn’t be taking his time about it!

Lucy and Shelley seemed to “click” also and within seconds the two girls were headed up to Shell’s bedroom for an extended session on her computer.

“Guess we may as well have a drink,” said Greg to his business partner, “We don’t seem to be needed here.”

Dinner was a strained affair – if you knew what you were looking for. Furtive glances between Greg and Tracey ... Shelley giggling every time Ian spoke to her more or less. A couple of times Lena seemed perplexed at the young girl’s familiarity with her husband but passed it off as normal teenage flirtatiousness. Only sweet little Lucy seemed completely oblivious to it all, fully unaware of the frequency of Greg’s glances in her direction – not to mention her own father’s!

Sitting between his daughter and Shelley, a sudden burst of giggling drew everyone’s attention. Probably as well none of them knew the cause – Ian’s concealed hand now flush in the center of the teenage girl’s lap and pressing down hard on her pussy.

“That’s naughty,” she whispered to him seconds later. How he wanted to be naughtier!

Aware that Ian must have taken some indecent liberty with their little girl Greg and Tracey simply smiled at one another. Quite forgetting present company momentarily, Greg allowed himself a quick fondle of his wife’s right breast.

Noticed only by Lena, who almost dropped her rib-roast in silent shock – her expression was one of utter disbelief.

“What’s wrong hun?” Ian asked, upon seeing his wife not a little flushed and having no idea what he’d missed.

“Oh ... n-n-nothing Ian,” she managed to get out. “Piece of meat went down the wrong way that’s all!”

The remainder of the evening was played out uneventfully. Shelley’s level of flirting did seem kinda prominent to Lena but there again, Greg and Tracey appeared to be paying her daughter very close attention too. There was something there she just couldn’t put her finger on.

“Did you see what he did to his wife at the dinner table?” Lena asked her husband after they had packed Lucy off to bed? Genuinely surprised by the question, Ian shook his head... “Did to her??”

“He groped her Ian?”

Ian’s mind swiftly recalled the wondrous nature of such physical activities... “Yeah?” he answered. “I didn’t see and anyway – they’re married ... what’s the problem?”

“C’mon Ian ... groping your wife in front of young children? ... their own daughter? Our fourteen-year old Lucy?”

“You sure you saw right hun?” Ian grinned, besides how do you know the kids saw anything?”

“Well, I don’t,” she replied...”It just shocked me I guess!”

“So how did you feel about seeing him do that honeybunch?” Ian teased her.

“Well, it was disgusting Ian ... and at the dinner table too.” she added.

“You didn’t find it the least bit sexy darling?” he said slipping his hand up beneath her nightdress.

“Hardly,” she said.

It was the best sex they’d had in years!

Before Lucy went to sleep that night she thought about Shelley ... how excited she had felt in places she knew it wasn’t polite to talk about, when the girl had suddenly kissed her on the lips in passing while they were playing Tomb Raider. She liked Mr Richardson too – he had gone out of his way to talk to her and show interest in her school and stuff. It was a funny feeling she had and she wasn’t at all sure what it all meant. And as for what Mr Richardson had done to his wife right in front of her – Gosh, it made her blush just thinking about it!

“It was like you guessed she’d say,” Ian replied, putting his drink down slowly on the bar. “She thought it was disgusting – and you know what? – I didn’t even see you do anything!”

“Thing is though Greg,” he continued, almost smirking, Lena was so hot that night – although she won’t admit it.”

“What’d I tell you buddy?” Greg slapped his friend on the shoulders, “Don’t be so sure about her ... sounds like she just needs a little more er, ‘exposure’ I think is the word here,” They both cracked up.

“What did you think of Lucy?” Ian asked a few moments later.

“I don’t think you’d really want to know Ian” he replied. “Let’s just say I can see why she jerks your chain ... wouldn’t mind doing a little jerking of my own if you really want to know.”

“She’s hot isn’t she?” Ian murmured.

“Well I wouldn’t knock back twenty minutes in the shower with her if that’s what you mean,” Greg sculled the contents of his glass. Ian sighed with the resignation of one who’s ultimate fantasy just slipped well beneath life’s event horizon.

“Remember, when you three come over next week Ian,” Greg was continuing, “you gotta have a hot feel of Shelley’s tits and make sure your wife sees you do it!”

The evening ran smoothly enough. Lena helped serve up dinner, spending the first hour or so chatting animatedly with Tracey in the kitchen. Lucy went upstairs with Shelley and spent the greater part of that time wondering how long it was going to be until her breasts filled out as impressively as Shell’s and her mom would let her wear a push-up bra too? The men cornered the bar alcove and muttered general obscenities as to what each would like to do to the other’s daughter if given free rein. Ian of course was well ahead on points in that discussion.

“And I’ll be honest Ian,” Greg crooned into his third or fourth bourbon, “I wouldn’t mind getting your wife’s sexy little tits out either and having a suck or two ... just between you and me.”

“What about her panties?” Ian put in, “Anything in there interests you?”

“You wanna believe it my friend, “Greg fired back. “Getting me hard as Hell just thinking about pulling those little suckers all the way down and fucking that pussy of hers.”

Ian was almost sobered up by that one – the thought suddenly of seeing his wife being sexually molested, partially stripped, if not openly raped, was as exciting as the concept of his fourteen year old daughter spread and naked upstairs on his friend’s bed. As for the wicked images doing the rounds of his wife nude and being fucked hard right in front of innocent little Lucy – it just didn’t get any hotter!