Sandra's parents, Jim and Sally, were in town for the week and were joining the two of us for dinner. They hadn't seen Sandra and me since the wedding, so they felt overdue for a visit. Of course, in the four months since the wedding, a lot had changed about their young daughter. It was going to be an interesting night as they learned about those changes.
As much as I was responsible for these changes, Sandra was just as responsible. Or rather, her innate, base human needs were responsible. I had simply helped her unlock them. It had actually been much easier than I anticipated and she had ended up a very willing participant. It was due to her role in these changes that I decided to take a more hands-off approach during dinner.
I spent the afternoon grocery shopping and picking out some nice bottles of wine. I was planning on making some steak and asparagus, just to keep it simple. Turns out it's somewhat hard to cook now that Sandra is her new self. Besides, who doesn't like a good steak?
I made my way home, threw some olive oil, salt, pepper and rosemary on the steaks, fired up the stove and oven and got to work. The sizzle of the steaks cooking was loud enough to drown out sounds from other parts of the house, which was helpful. I put the steaks in the over to finish them off, added the asparagus and opened a couple bottles of wine.
The doorbell rang shortly thereafter and I walked over to the door to let Jim and Sally in. They greeted me with huge smiles.
"Derrick! So great to see you! It's been too long!" Sally gave me a big hug. Jim reached out to shake my hand.
"Son, I'm happy we could make it. I was beginning to wonder if you'd stolen our Sandra away for good!"
I chuckled, "No, no, I wouldn't dream of it. We kept meaning to make the trip down, but it's been crazy since the wedding. Please, come in. Dinner is almost ready."
My in-laws walked in and set down their jackets and purse. I walked back to the kitchen to check on the steaks. Jim followed me in, closed his eyes and took a whiff.
"Smells great! I can't wait to eat; I'm starving." He walked into the dining room and said, "So where's Sandra? She wasting her time getting ready for her boring old parents?"
I grinned, "Yeah, you could say that. She'll be down in a few. Why don't you two take a seat and I'll grab you some wine."
Sally joined Jim in the dining room and they approached the table. As they did, they both paused at the seat right in the middle. They looked down, cocking their heads, uncertain what it was. As they continued to stare, Sally began to get a bit flush in the cheeks.
"Umm, what is this, Derrick?"
I glanced over my shoulder and said, "Oh, it's Sandra's. She can explain it to you when she comes down. It's just a piece of furniture.
Of course, it was NOT just a piece of furniture. Rather than a chair, there was a stool, on top of which was a device that looked like a bit like a saddle. On top of the saddle was a rubber protrusion, about seven inches long and five inches around, tapered off at the top. In front, there was a small patch of rubber that was textured, with a bunch of small bead-like structures. Hanging from a little hook was what looked like a control pad with dials. In other words, it was a sybian.
There was no way they would know that, although it seemed Sally had some idea what it was for. Shaking her head in slight confusion, she finally made her way to her seat. Jim took his seat, too, and I dropped off the glasses of wine.
I took the steaks out and plated them with the asparagus. I brought the four plates over and set them on the table, including one in front of Sandra's "seat." I then proceeded to cut up the steak and vegetable into bite-size pieces. Jim looked at me quizzically.
"Well now that's funny. Such a doting husband, cutting up her food for her! But I must say, that is odd for such a nice piece of meat."
I smiled at the last line. "Yes, it truly is a nice piece of meat."
I then took my seat, picked up a small bell and rang it. "Sandra should be right down, now."
Jim and Sally were now totally confused and exchanged glances that said they knew something was up. I dug into my steak, waiting for the show to begin.
Soon we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, rather slowly. Once they reached the bottom, they continued through the foyer, into the kitchen and finally into the dining room.
To say Jim and Sally were stunned would be an understatement.
Standing in front of them was their 23 year old daughter, her dark brown hair falling in curls down her shoulders and over her chest, ending just above her very exposed breasts. It wasn't that she wasn't wearing anything; on the contrary, she had on a quarter-cup bra, which covered only the underside of her breasts, pushing them up perfectly, yet leaving her very pink and very erect nipples to point out proudly towards her mother and father.
The face framed by those curls was in heavy makeup, something you would see at a nightclub or popular lounge. There was a light sheen of sweat and you could tell she was slightly out of breath. Her eyes were somewhat cast downward, even though the rest of her body language exuded confidence.
Below, she had on a garter belt and stockings, though it was quickly obvious she was wearing no panties. Her vagina and pubic area was completely shaven, with more than a light sheen of sweat covering the skin. In fact, as she stood there, Derrick saw a drop of her juices dangling between her pussy lips and connecting to her right thigh. Below that, there was a trail of juices that had run down her leg. Her arousal was not only visible, but Derrick could smell her musky womanhood as well.
And of course, she was standing in 4-inch heels, adding definition to her calves and forcing her ass to stick out an extra inch or two.
As Sandra walked into the room, she greeted her parents in a slightly husky voice, "Hi Mom, Dad. Glad you two could make it."
Jim stammered, looking at Sally, me, Sandra, and back to Sally. You could tell he didn't want to look at his daughter in this way, but it was also hard for him not to.
"What, what...what the hell is this? Sandra! Why the hell are you naked?"
Sandra looked down again, almost ashamed, and replied, "Dad, don't worry. It's ok. I don't really like wearing many clothes anymore. Not unless they show off my body."
Jim opened his mouth to speak again, but went silent as Sandra approached her seat. He was rendered speechless as his lithe, young, naked daughter walked in front of the device and bent over. Her tits spilled even further out of her bra, hanging freely below her. She spread her legs apart and reached between them with her right arm, grabbing the protrusion by its base and aiming it towards her body.
Jim and Sally both just sat there, mouths agape as their daughter proceeded to squat down over the seat, placing what was now obviously a dildo at the entrance to her pussy. She inserted the head and ever so slowly began to push her body back against it.
As the first bit of the rubber penis entered her, she let out a low moan, closing her eyes, lifting her head up and opening her mouth. She continued her descent down until about half of the dildo was inside her.
"Fuck, that's good. I feel so stretched. I'm glad I stayed away from the monsters earlier today."
Sally choked out, "Mmmmmonsters?"
Sandra opened her eyes. "Why yes, mother. My monster cock toys. If I had played with those today, this wouldn't feel so fucking good."
She closed her eyes once more, lifted herself about one inch off of the dildo and then lowered herself again, this time taking all but the last inch.
"Unngggggghh!" She was starting to pant. "Fuck! I love how it gets wider at the bottom! It feels like I'm going to tear my pussy apart."
Jim was shifting in his chair uncomfortably; with what I'm certain was the biggest hard-on of his life. Sally couldn't take her eyes off her daughter's stretched vagina.
I kept eating. I didn't want the steak to get cold.
Sandra lifted up once more, letting almost all of the fake dick slide out of her. Under the light, the rubber material was glistening with her lubrication. She then pushed back with one sudden movement and took the entire thing all at once.
"Gaaaaawd! Oh fuck! Yes. So big. So big." She just panted for a few seconds, then looked over to me with lust in her eyes. "Fucker, it feels so good. It's pressing right up against my butt plug. I can feel them touching each other through my body. Oh God..."
Her parents had no idea that her ass was filled with a fairly substantial butt plug, but then again, she hadn't exactly shared that with them.
She reached down to the control pad and turned a couple of dials on. Suddenly there was a low hum in the room as well as the sound of a gear grinding.
I asked my wife, "Are you ready to eat?" She nodded silently.
Jim stood up. Finally realizing what he was witnessing, he appeared to have had enough. "What?!?! This is ridiculous! She can't eat like this! Honey, what on Earth are you doing? I still don't understand why you're naked and why you're sitting on that, that, THING with some sort of "butt plug" in you as well. What the hell is going on here?"
