Thanksgiving 2013 - 5) Saturday Morning Chills

Saturday Morning Chills

We didn’t have much planned for Saturday, other than the tree lighting in the town centre, which was in the evening, so the rest of the day was going to be dedicated to chilling out round the house, with some relaxation on the poolside if the weather held out.

Master Mark took me down to breakfast naked, Mom was already in the kitchen wearing the same outfit, and there was a significant amount of groping and fondling as we ate, particularly since Mark suggested Mom and I have fruit, using our cunny as a bowl, which the guys kept filling for us. Mom ate banana and peaches from me, then I sucked and licked several pieces of orange, and a couple of strawberries from my Mom’s wet slit, making sure I lapped up all the juice from her clit.

It took a bit of cleaning up afterwards, but we had had plenty of volunteers to help with the dirty jobs in the shower, Uncle Robert making sure the hose was pushed right inside my vagina, while he held my lips closed and filled me up a few times. He even used the black cock nozzle to give me a hot soapy enema, then plugged me with his own cock, which he said was amazing to feel the hot water and the soft walls inside my bottom.

When we were all cleaned up, the guys dressed in slacks and polo shirts, and we girls just had our undies, Mom in a pink camisole and pink cherry panties, and myself in a pink shortie nightie set, with ruffles round the edges, and gold ribbon ties at the hip. During the fun and frolics, of course, our undies got removed and replaced several times, both Mom and I got our bottoms spanked, Mom had her titties strapped by Mark and Robert, one on each side, but not too hard, and Grandad had me sit in his lap, then lean over backwards while he slapped my cunny bright red.

  

The highlight of the day, for me, came around midday, and it was due to the weather turning bad, and my comment that I’d wanted to sit out in the sun, and it didn’t look like I’d be able to now. Grandad came over and stood beside me by the pool doors, his arm round my waist, looking at the rain beating down on the pool deck. It had been raining since 7am , but now it was turning into a really heavy shower, Grandad looked at it for a while then said, “You could still sit out by the pool sweetheart.” I turned to look at him, and he met my gaze, “You asked if there was something special you could do, last Wednesday night, well there may be, but I’m afraid it could be too much to ask.”

I hugged him close, and replied, “I can’t think of anything that I would refuse my special Grandad, but if you do ask too much of me, I’ll just say No, kiss you, and love you just as much as always. Please feel free to ask, Grandad, you may be pleasantly surprised.”

Kissing my cheek, he continued, “There was a film I used to watch, years ago, when you were much younger, about a girl tied to a chair, outside in the pouring rain, the water streamed off her naked body, and she was totally helpless. It was the most erotic film I had in my collection, and I watched it over and over.”

I knew to one he meant, it was called ‘The Cabin’  by In-Sex, I think, and I’d seen it on Grandad’s computer one summer break. I thought it was sexy too.

Taking hold of my hands, he explained to me, “I used to imagine it was you tied to that chair, Katie, that you’d been kidnapped and tied up really severely. It was a fantasy, though, darling, I’d never want to actually see you in that position, being mistreated, but I’ve learned so many new things about my little girl these last few years. I wondered, just as a game, not serious in any way, if you would agree to role play that scene with me. You can say no if you want, and I’d understand, honest, and I’d not be upset at all.”

He stood looking at me, with an expression that kept changing from expectation, to hope, dismay, uncertainty, then finally joy as I smiled at him, pulled him into my arms, and said, “Of course I’ll play the game with you, Grandad, I’d consider it an honour. What do you want me to do?”

Grandad gave me a big squeeze, and whispered, “Thank you,” in my ear. “You don’t have to do much, sweetheart, just be your usual sweet, innocent self, and two nasty men will break in the house and kidnap you. You’ll be tied up, I expect, to stop you escaping, and then they will do all sorts of horrid things to you, but in the end, I’ll come and rescue you, and everything will work out OK.”

Master Mark and Uncle Robert grabbed hold of me, and dragged me outside into the rain, which quickly turned my pink nightie transparent, moulding itself round my erect nipples, then Mark pulled my panties up till the gusset embedded in my slit, outlining my lips. They walked me over to the chair, taking me backwards so I faced the window, in full view of Grandad, and my Mom, who had her hand to her mouth, looking suitably horrified. Mark gripped my nightie, between my tits, and pulled outward, ripping it straight down the middle, then pulled it down my arms, leaving me in just wet, see through panties. Uncle Robert took care of these, untying the ribbons, then pulling the front upward so the rest of the material was dragged through my slit, over my clitoris, making it throb and tingle with passion, and leaving me naked.

The chair was in the “quiet corner”, an area of the pool deck that was not overlooked by any of the neighbours, where Mom and I went to make out, or to masturbate outdoors, but now I was sat in the wet seat, my wrists and elbows tied to the chair arms. Obligingly, I lifted my legs so Mark could tie one ankle to the chair, and Robert the other one, with my heels on the seat to take the weight. They spent a few minutes spreading my lips apart, and frigging my slit, pushing fingers inside my cunny while they rubbed my clit till I came, bouncing the chair. Uncle Robert brought some more rope over, and, keeping out of Grandad’s line of sight, they bound my titties really tight, tying the ends off to my knees, then standing back.

I was watching Grandad enjoy our little scene, wondering what Mom was messing about with on the dining table, when a wet, naked, Uncle walked in front of me, his erection pointing in the air, then my chair was lifted, and turned slightly sideways. I shook my head, water spraying from my hair, and whispered, “Oh no, Mister, please don’t fuck me. Please, just let me go.” I made sure to frame my words so my audience could lip read me, trying to keep the noise down in case someone was walking past our fence.

Uncle Robert was really into his part, slapping my titties from side to side, gently, snarling, quietly, “Shut up, bitch, your getting my huge prick shoved right up your pretty snatch. Now spread ‘em.” He pushed my knees apart, which, because they were tied to my tits, pulled the bound globes away from each other, stretching them out.

Master Mark came up behind me, hid hands to the side of my head, as he whispered encouragement that I was doing a really good job. When he tipped my head back, I could see that he was naked as well, and wet through, with a beautifully hard prick, just for me. Putting one foot on the chair arm, he held his knob to my lips, so that I could run my tongue over it, then take it inside my mouth, and suck it for a while. Tipping my head further, to straighten my throat, he slowly pushed more and more of the hard shaft down my throat, till he was fully embedded, and I was breathing through my nose comfortably.

Now my two kidnappers were in position, they began to fuck me, deeply, both driving in at the same time for a few dozen strokes, then Mark paused, and started again in counterpoint to Uncle Robert, one pulling out as the other pushed in. To add to the sensations, Uncle Robert began  pushing my knees apart, then together, stretching my breasts, while Mark started pinching each nipple in turn, then pulling them hard, dragging them out from my titties. I felt my Master cum first, his throbbing cock pulsing jets of spunk down my throat, then Uncle Robert stiffened, and shot his load deep in my pussy, the jets washing over my cervix, then I couldn’t hold back any longer. Thrusting and snorting, I was humping my crotch into Uncle Robert, and trying to strain upward onto my Sir’s lovely, pumping cock, cumming powerfully. Master Mark pulled out to allow me to breath properly, then began tweaking my nipples each time my tremors slowed down, while Uncle Robert put his elbows inside my knees, pushing to stretch my titties, while his fingers tormented my throbbing clit.

With all this attention, and the rain pounding against every inch of my bare skin, they kept me cumming for five minutes, before they allowed me to rest. It wasn’t for long though, as they came back with a couple of things Mom had handed them through the door. Mark had a wooden stick, the thickness of his thumb, with ropes tied to it, and Uncle Robert had a much thicker stick, which had been wrapped at the end with duct tape, a condom put over it, and longer ropes tied to it. At first I couldn’t work this part out, then I remembered the film, where the bound girl had a stick gag, which Mark now tied round my head, between my teeth, and Uncle Robert gently eased the larger stick into my spread pussy, then tied it round my waist and thighs.

Now that I’d been set up, Mark and Robert went back into the house, Mom handing them towels so they could dry off while I struggled against my bondage, my flailing knees tugging my bound tits painfully, but bouncing me on the stick wedged in my pussy. Leaning back, my face upturned into the driving rain, warm water streaming across my naked flesh, I felt every bit a part of Grandad’s sexy video, a sudden squall hurting my tender breasts, and spread slit. A few minutes later he was there beside me, the rain soaking his clothes as he knelt between my legs, pulling the wooden shaft from my pussy, the ropes pulling tight, then sliding it back inside till it reached my cervix.

“My poor girl,” he coo’d, stroking my wet cheek, “look what those horrid men have done to your poor little cunny. How far have they shoved this cruel branch inside you? Up to here?” and he then pressed it hard against my cervical ring. My eyes widened, but I shook my head, mumbling “No” round the gag between my teeth.

“Did they force it even deeper into my little darling?” he asked, twisting the stick around the neck of my womb, deep inside me, then tipping it forward so it slid to the very end of my love channel, “Like this?” It went deeper, stretching my tunnel till my lips turned in. “Or even this, perhaps, till it sticks up in your tummy? Look at it Katie, stretching a bump, as it it’s going to burst out of you.” He was stroking the bulge in my tummy, his thumb sometimes trailing down to rub my hardened clitoris, making me squeeze down on the shaft inside me until I began to cum from the pleasure my lovely Grandad roused in my captive body.

When I calmed down, he untied the ropes round my waist and thighs, easing the torture dildo from my cunny, making it spasm at the withdrawal, then he lowered his pants, and slid his solid prick into my aching, empty hole, fucking me gently. Still embedded in me, he reached forward to untie my gag, then leaned over to kiss my lips, which I returned with loving passion, that grew as his body weight pressed my still bound titties. His tongue flicked my lips, my mouth opening to allow his tongue full access, my own tongue playing with him as he freely explored my body to his hearts content, and I thrilled deep inside at his pleasure in me.

He removed his shirt, and now his bare flesh touched mine, rubbing against my inner thighs, and across my titties, the flesh turning blue, electric at every contact, as I felt him stiffen with a rising climax. I smiled up at him, and said, “Thank you for rescuing me Grandad. Now squeeze my titties hard, and cum in your granddaughter, my hero.”

As his fingers dug into the tight globes of my breasts, the pain pushed my own orgasm right to the edge, then his spunk sprayed my insides as he pushed deep inside my clenching pussy, and I came with him, both of us shaking with passion.

Within a few minutes, Grandad had slipped his pants off altogether, then untied my knees, ankles and arms from the chair, helping me to my feet, then walking me over to the house, his arm round my waist. They had warm towels waiting for us, Grandad dried himself, but Mark, Uncle Robert, and Mom insisted on drying me, mainly because they hadn’t removed the ropes from my titties yet, and I wriggled all over as they rubbed the tender globes. When I was finally untied, it was agony as the blood rushed back into my breasts, and Master Mark helped Uncle Robert to massage the feeling back into them, till I nearly pee’d myself.

I went over and gave Grandad the biggest hug ever, for allowing me to be a part of his fantasy, and he hugged me back, thanking me for being such a wonderful sport, and making my part so realistic. It was everything he’d ever imagined it would be, and the memory would be treasured for ever.

What more could any girl want?

Tree Lighting Ceremony

On Saturday evening, we had planned to go to Celebration Town Centre where they were holding the 15th Annual “Now Snowing” event, with a Tree Lighting Ceremony at 5:30, including live music, and a special entrance by Santa Claus himself. I know we’re all too old for Santa, but I’ve managed to sit on his lap a couple of years, especially when it’s quiet, in between crowds, and he’s always so accommodating. Although he never calls in on Christmas Eve for a cuddle, even though he does leave some wonderful presents.

We walked down to the town centre, which isn’t all that far, and I had Uncle Robert and Grandad on each arm, while Mom strolled along with her Master, and she was so happy just to be at his side, just as I was with my escorts. Sunset was at 5:30, so we stopped by one of the lakes to watch the show, sitting on a bench seat, and stayed for a while chatting, then moved on. We arrived just before 7pm, and were stood by a store front, listening to some strolling Charles Dickens Carolers, when the snowfall started, and everywhere just looked so beautiful, like a traditional Christmas card. It wasn’t real snow, though, not like Grandad gets in New Jersey, there were dozens of snow machines on the rooftops, but as with lots of seasonal things, I just ignore the practicalities, and focus on the atmosphere. I may be 24 years old, but I still love to spin round like a 10 year old when it’s snowing like this, and Uncle Robert spun with me as well.

There were lots of events in town, as well as the Carolers, community performers doing circus tricks, dancing, and tumbling, photos with Santa, and a horse drawn carriage ride that we all went on, getting back just in time for the tree lighting. It was quite big tree, and looked fantastic when they threw the switch to light it up, followed by a lovely fireworks display.

When the main show was over, we went to the ice rink, a huge synthetic one, open every day from 4:00-10:00 PM, right through to January 3rd, and we had some Celebration Resident Skate Passes, so we got in for free. We had a gentle skate round for half an hour, swapping partners every circuit, so that everyone got to skate with each other, then Grandad sat out while Master Mark took us round for ‘Show Time’. Mark went with Mom first, while Uncle Robert took me, and we had to skate one full circuit with our panties on show, where the guys bunched up the back of our skirt and held it up as we went round. Grandad was judge, and we had to skate till he gave us the thumbs up, so I ended doing two circuits, while Mom had to do three. Personally, I think it was fixed, because my butt was freezing all the time, so there was no way it had been covered up, and Mom was in front of me, and I could see her panties every step of the way. Not that I’m complaining, I love showing off my undies in public, and a couple of times, Uncle Robert even managed to slip his fingers down the back of my panties as well.

We stopped at the rail, in front of Grandad, for Mark to explain the next part, but first, the guys stood behind us as we leaned over, and tucked the sides of our skirts into the waistband, then moved beside us, so Mom and I now had one leg bare to the hip, and one pantie covered bum cheek on display. While Master Mark outlined the rules, Grandad gave us a commentary on the number of people who were checking out our exposed bottoms. When we reached twenty, we were allowed to straighten our clothes, then we exchanged partners for the next skate, where we girls had to fall over at all four sides of the rink, near the middle for maximum exposure. Our partners would hold us up so we didn’t fall too hard, but we had to end up on the ice, once on our bottom, once on our back, and once completely face down. There was no special order required, but Grandad was going to keep count, and we had to execute all three falls at every station, that was twelve times we’d be down on the ice.

Master Mark took my hand and lead me onto the ice, taking us to the opposite side of the rink, holding me as I did crossover steps, then he gave me a cue, and braked, while my feet shot forward, and I sat on the ice. We were still sliding, my skirt trailing behind me, pantie covered bottom on the ice itself, but the blade cuts in the surface were dragging them clear of my cheeks, as well as cutting the gusset deep into my slit. Mark gave a little push instead of stopping, and steered me into a small puddle left over from the earlier rain. Mark whispered, “Knees apart.” as he slipped his hands under my armpits, and I let them fall open, showing all of my crotch as he tried to lift me, dropping me back in the cold puddle a couple of times. Eventually he got me on my blades again, as Mom and Uncle Robert skated past, laughing at us, then Mom fell a bit further along, her feet going wide apart as her skirt pulled back, just like mine had.

Instead of picking her up, Uncle Robert swung in front her, took her hands, and pulled, which of course just pulled her bottom along the ice, her skirt dragging in the puddles that her pussy had just been through. When we got over to them, laughing just as much as they had, Mom was stood up, complaining about how cold and wet she was. Mark asked her to show him, so she turned to display the huge wet patch on the back of her skirt, then on command, lifted the skirt hem to show her wet bottom, and the bikini panties that had turned into a thong, just like me. Mark then made me display my skirt and panties, and my now bare bottom, which he said was turning a nice shade of pink from the ice burn.

It took a while to get all the falls in, and some of them were quite spectacular, like the one Mom did on her front, except Uncle Robert caught the back of her skate and pulled her feet first, which pulled her skirt right up to display the whole of her bottom. It also pulled her top up, dragged her bra covered tits along the ice, then her bra cups slipped up ,and the underside of her breast slid across the cold, rough surface. In the end, Mom won on bonus points for that fall, but there wasn’t much in it, and we were all laughing most of the time, even though Mom and I were wet through, freezing, and had sore spots all over. After a nice hot chocolate in the coffee shop, we walked home, arm in arm, and as we passed a conservation area, between housing blocks, Mark said we needed warming up, so dragged us into the bushes.

He instructed us to bend over, then he and Uncle Robert lifted our skirts, pulled our panties down, and began to finger our cold, wet pussies. I told him it was just like hanging out with the kids after school, and I felt like a teenager again, hiding in the bushes, which earned me a spanking for letting boys finger me like this in public. Grandad suggested my girlfriend probably need a spanking as well, so Mom’s bottom got whacked like mine for a bit, then she said her bottom was warm, but her boobs were still cold. Master Mark made her stand and lift her top and bra, then slapped her exposed breasts from side to side, complementing her on how beautifully the jiggled and swung. Meanwhile, Grandad had made me tuck my back in, so that my bald cunny thrust out between my thighs, then he slapped my lips, working over my mound, and right down to my anal ring. I was soon toasty warm down there, then red hot, and finally seriously stinging, at which point we were ordered to swap positions, Mom getting a pussy spanking from Grandad, while Master Mark held my arms behind me for Uncle Robert to give my bared breasts a slapping.

When we came out of the bushes, there was no-one on the street, so Master Mark made us walk with our tops lifted up, displaying our red titties, our skirts rolled up round our waist, and panties stretched across the top of our thighs. There was only one car went by, but Mark and Robert stood behind us so the driver couldn’t see we were half naked, and the lighting was low enough that he wouldn’t see much in his rear view mirror. We managed to walk all the way home like this, and the guys were constantly feeling us up, trying to make us cum in public.

When we got inside, Mark had Mom and I shower each other in her bathroom, with all of them supervising, making sure we were thoroughly cleaned in every crease and hole, even making us use Mom’s enema seat, to flush our bottoms properly. The men dried us personally, then watched as we moisturised and fragranced each other, before moving to the main bedroom for the Sanctification ceremony, were they stripped naked as well, erections at full mast.

Mom made her request first, Master Mark calling her over to take his lovely prick down her throat according to the ritual, then offer her thanks, and return to stand beside me. I was expecting to be next, but our Master nodded to Mom again, so she requested that her Sir sanctify her pussy, being directed to squat on Grandad’s cock as he sat in a chair. She was instructed to remain impaled while she thanked her Master, who then stepped  to Grandad’s side and guided Mom’s mouth to his prick a second time, where they both slid their full lengths into her body seven times, before she returned to my side.

Once again Master Mark nodded to Mom, so she offered her bottom to her Master, that he may sanctify her rear passage, for which she had to bend in front of her brother, Uncle Robert, and slide her anal ring over his rampant cock. Again, she stayed in place to voice her appreciation, then she was straightened up, with Uncle Robert’s cock still embedded, and walked astride her Dad, slowly lowering her pussy on his cock as well, for a double penetration. Her Master stepped forward again, and I watched Mom’s obvious pleasure as she took a third prick deep into her now trembling body. Sir leaned forward to whisper in her ear, then three pricks drove into her as one. On the seventh stroke, those three wonderful men held themselves fully inserted, while Mom shuddered in orgasm, her Master’s hands playing with her solid nipples to keep her cumming.

When she came to stand next to me again, she was still trembling, her hips thrusting in aftershocks, and I knew I was soon to be treated to that same intense thrill.

There was a slight change for me, in that it was Grandad who sanctified my mouth, Uncle Robert sanctified my pussy, and my wonderful Master Mark who’s gorgeous prick sanctified my bottom with his gift of triple penetration. The final orgasm was delayed though, as Mom was instructed to attach clamps to my nipples, secured to the chair Uncle Robert sat in, after I had slid down his hard shaft, feeling it squeeze the back wall of my tunnel against my Master’s prick embedded in my butt. Taking my weight to lift off Mark and Robert’s shafts, I followed Mom’s guide as she offered my mouth to her Dad, then all three entered me at once, and I shuddered with the passion rising in my whole body. I was held there for a few moments, then Mom eased my head back, which now pulled at my clamped titties as well, stretching them, the clover mechanism squeezing my teats harder, as three pricks withdrew, then pushed back inside again. I was ready to cum on that second stroke, but my Sir told me to hold on, so I obediently reigned in my excitement, holding back the rising tide of orgasm through each deep penetration by these wonderful men. At the seventh insertion I was given my Master’s permission to take my pleasure, just as they began to sink deeper and deeper, so with all those hard male shafts fully inside me, I abandoned myself to the fireworks exploding inside my body and my mind. Despite the overwhelming sensations racing through every inch of me, I could still feel the pulses of each cock as it pumped its hot spunk into one of my three stuffed holes, and the little thrusts as my lovers drove in just that extra bit.

Once more I gave in to floods of tears just thinking about my Master going to such lengths for Mom and I, to arrange for a service that already meant so much to us, to be enhanced to these levels, tying even stronger the bonds of love we have built during these recent years.

Since this was to be the last night we’d all be together, Mark had made the sleeping arrangements so Mom was in her own bedroom with her Dad, I was in my own bedroom with Uncle Robert, and Mark spent the night alone in the guest room, though he did come in and kiss us both goodnight.

:-)