"So – didja?"
"Did I what?"
They were heading for town, late that evening after Kacey had returned from school with the car. When she found out he'd planned on a grocery-run, she'd declared she was coming with him. She was still in her scrubs from school, opting out of taking the time to change clothes.
"What we talked about this morning." She'd been watching him, grinning, but now she turned to watch the road. "Didja fuck mommy-dear on the porch after I left?"
"Mm. Oh, that." He was quiet for a minute. "I'm not sure – I might have."
She giggled lightly punched his arm. "Based on the ... shape you were in when I left, you either did her or flew solo. Which was it?"
He turned to look at her. "Why so fascinated by whether I did her or not?"
She grinned at him, a glint in her eye. "Partly because I like being talked dirty to – it's almost enough to get me off without any touching involved."
"Oh, really. I bet phone sex with you is amazing."
She sat back in her seat. "Mm-hm. Well, for me, it is. All the talking and me just hanging right on the edge of losing my mind." She growled appreciatively. "Drive me crazy, daddy-lover. Tell me about fucking mommy-dear this morning in as much explicit, gory detail as you can."
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "You are twisted, little girl." Her only response was a quickly-repressed giggle. "Alright, then. You remember the shape you left me in?"
She briefly touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip, smiling. "Haven't been able to think about much else, sir. Long, hard, slightly curved, and wicked hot and throbbing to the touch – yes, I remember the shape you were in."
"I thought about just jacking off, but I was afraid getting up almost immediately after you left to do so might draw unwanted connections in your mother's brain. So I started gathering up some ... assistance. The container of silicone lube was first, because no matter what else I might end up with, the lube was going to be essential to taking her. Since I would be pretty much taking her no matter how she felt about it, I decided to go ahead and fish out the ball-gag and the handcuffs."
He glanced over at his step-daughter. She was leaned back in the seat, eyes closed, with a smile on her face and her hands folded in her lap.
"So I put on a condom and out the back door I went." Kacey snickered softly. He snorted in reply. "Hey, that early, the kids were still asleep inside and the neighbors were already gone, not that they would have been able to see anything anyway. So she's sitting on the piano bench on the back porch, reading her book with her headphones in." He reached over and lightly pinched Kacey's nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "I could have balled your brains out and I doubt she would have heard it. So I tell her to stand up. She does and starts to turn around to face me, but I grab her and keep her facing away. She tells me, 'I'm not interested.'"
"She didn't."
"Mm-hm, with me and my monster wood and toys in hand. I leaned right up against the nape of her neck as I pulled her wrists behind her and said, 'I don't care. You can say you aren't interested, you can say do me now, you can say don't touch me – it doesn't matter. I'm taking you how I want and I'm taking you when I want.' So while I was saying that, I put the handcuffs on her first, then put the ball-gag in and fastened it."
"Oh, mmm. Did she struggle any?" He heard just the slightest catch in Kacey's breath to betray she was getting excited.
"Nope. So those two in place and fastened, I hooked my pinkies in the waistband of her capri's and started sliding them and her panties down her legs very slowly, my hands open and sliding over her hips." He could hear her breathing now, deepening and starting to quicken. His cock went from slightly stirring to full-blown interest and he had to adjust himself. "I worked them down her legs, my hands curled just enough to scrape her skin with my nails."
"Uh...huh. Did she squirm?"
"Not a bit. Finally, I got them down to her ankles and made her step out of them. Then I told her to straddle the bench and lean forward until she was laid down on it. Then I opened the lube."
"Mmm. Lots?"
"Yes, quite a bit. You know a little of that stuff goes a long way."
"Um. Hm. It does. How'd you apply it?"
"Well, she's lying face-down on the bench, her legs spread to either side, leaving herself totally open. So I have this puddle of silicone glide on my fingertips, how do you think I applied it? I reached down and started from the front of her pussy and stroked back past her back door, then back towards the front. I kept that up for a while, then I slid my fingers inside her lips."
"Which ones?" Her question was so soft, he had to ask her to repeat it.
He held up his right hand, wiggling his middle and ring fingers. "These two. Not very far at first, then back out to gather up more of the lube and bring it in, going a little deeper that time. I kept doing that until her pussy was more than slick enough to fuck without hurting her."
He fell silent, splitting his attention between his driving and listening to her arousal expressed through her breathing. He knew she wouldn't let him be quiet for long.
"Then what?"
"Hm?"
"After you got her pussy slicked up, what did you do?"
"Oh. Once I was sure penetration wouldn't hurt, I moved further back." Kacey squirmed in her seat and whimpered softly, still smiling. "I ran my middle finger along the crack of her ass, working the lube towards the puckered hole behind her pussy. I treated it just like I had done with her pussy, but using just one finger."
