MY DAUGHTER WENDY – part 7 by bager
I reached out and touched my daughter’s chest, lightly dragging my fingernails over her skin, feeling the mounds of her forming breasts buds, causing Wendy to shudder with the strange sensations.
“Painful?” I asked her, but she shook her head, “Good! Then I’ll carry on.” However, I was mindful that her current position would soon get painful on her shoulders and legs. I leant over her and looked into her eyes, she looked slightly scared but had realized that this was not how she had been treated before.
I began to tickle her on her ribs, making her giggle as I progressed, then she started to laugh, finally she gasped out, “Please . . . no more . . . I’m going to wet myself!”
I stopped at that point and returned to rubbing her breasts, feeling them start to get erect under my touch. She started to moan slightly and then, “OW! My arms are hurting me.” Wendy said. I glanced at Martha, who had been watching me all the time, who approached and quickly released Wendy’s arms and legs.
“Don’t move young lady, we’ll put you into the position.” Martha said gruffly as she pulled Wendy’s legs out to fasten them to the bottom corners of the bed before pulling Wendy’s arms to the headboard. This caused my daughter to strain again, but now in a flattened position. Martha quickly kissed Wendy on the mouth and whispered something in her ears, before moving away from the bed. She then handed me a pastry brush – you know wooden handle and long bristles – I held this up to Wendy’s eyes and waggled it.
“Now which end should I use on you?” I asked her smiling as I showed her the hard end suggestively bringing it down onto her neck, rubbing it over her flesh before turning it around and bringing the brush end into play, whipping it over her, still stiff, cones of breast flesh.
Wendy had tensed up when I started, but soon the actions of the light brush on her sensitive flesh soon worked its magic on her, and she started to pant as the strange, to her, sensations began to build up inside her. I could see her skin darkening as the blood started to show itself and, just when I thought she would explode, Martha stopped me.
“NO! Please daddy, don’t stop!” Wendy cried out while trying to force her body to follow me. I looked at Martha who shook her head.
“Young lady are you asking your father to torture you.” Martha asked Wendy.
“Yes . . . no . . . it’s not . . . daddy please, I need . . . something.” Wendy called out.
“What is it you need?” Martha asked her.
“I don’t know! Mummy never did this to me! Please what do you want me to say?” Wendy cried out. However, Martha just smiled and beckoned me out of the room, leaving Wendy still tied to the bed in frustration.
We closed the door behind us, Martha was almost laughing as we did. “Why did you make me stop?” I asked her.
“She knows there’s more to this than your own pleasure! Remember she’s only known people using her for their fun, by stopping just before she finds her plateau it will make her crave more.” Martha explained.
“And what do you suggest for the next step?” I asked.
“Well I’d suggest you used you imagination, I’ve got things to do . . . have fun!” Before I could say another word, she was gone. Leaving me to return to my daughter,
I returned to Wendy, who was watching the door for Martha to enter. “No, my darling daughter. It’s just you and me, and with you like that I can do anything!” I gave, what I hoped was, a maniacal laugh.
“Oh please daddy, don’t hurt me, I’ll be a good girl I promise.” Wendy said, but there was a smile on her lips and a look in her eyes the belied her words.
I ran my hand from her chest down her stomach and onto the slit between her legs, lightly tapping it with my spread fingers, at first she didn’t take any real notice and then I felt her getting slightly damp and her breathing was getting faster, I looked for, and found, the small pea sized lump that was her clit and concentrated on that.
Wendy’s hips began to move under my attentions, she started to really pant away, and so, remembering Martha’s advice, I pulled away from her body. “NO! NO not again, please can’t you keep on doing that?” Wendy cried out.
“You’re telling me to carry on. Who’s the one in charge?” I asked her, while thinking ‘yes, just who is the one in charge here?’
“Please daddy, I need it!” Wendy said almost in tears.
“Okay then her it comes!” I said and lowered my head down to my daughter’s body and licked her breast, hearing her moan with pleasure as I did so. My hands were busy as I was doing this, one I had on her other breast and the other hand was moving over her clit and slit. I decided that this time I would give her what she needed.
I moved my mouth from its perch on Wendy’s breast, smiling as I heard her gasp, as I gently bit on the tip. Then she moaned as I touched her slit with my tongue, gently prizing open the folds of her flesh and licking on her from the bottom to the top of her slit before hitting her clit, which was now larger than she had ever had it before.
I nibbled on her clit until she started to go rigid with the pleasure that was coursing though her body. “Oh daddy, daddy it’s so . . . so . . . daddy!” Then her body went limp, I quickly pulled away from her.
Wendy was flat out; I could tell she was breathing, as her chest was moving. I placed an ear to her heart, it was fast . . . but beating.
I ran to the bathroom and rinsed out a flannel with cold water, wringing it out and running back to my bedroom, gently bathing Wendy’s forehead with it and then wiping her body off, removing the sweat that she had generated.
“Oh! What was that?” Wendy said . . . followed by “I want more!” in a low voice.
“That Wendy is what is known as an orgasm, when a woman gets excited she finds that her body will react and that is an orgasm. How did you like it?” I asked her smiling.
“Oh daddy, it was great! I never knew that was there! Why did mummy not show me this? I would have let her do anything if she had . . . But I suppose HE didn’t want it!” She babbled on and then she stopped and looked up at me. “Daddy? Do you . . . I mean do men have organisms as well?” She asked.
I sat down on the bed beside her and gently stroked her body with my hand. “Yes darling, but when we cum it’s a bit messier than girls.” Wendy thought about it and then looked towards my lap.
“Daddy . . . last night . . . when I rubbed your tummy st . . . penis that stuff that came out? Was that your organism?”
I laughed, “It’s called an orgasm, and yes, that was what happens. The act causes the pleasure sensors in the brain to trigger and so the man, or boy, feels good when it happens.”
“Did Amanda feel good when you did it to her?” Wendy asked.
I was surprised by the slight change in subject. “I don’t know, I think she liked it, but I did do several different things to her.” I said.
“Can you do them to me?” Wendy asked in excitement, I must admit that a part of me was doing back flips and then my brain had to intervene.
“I’m not sure darling, it’s not really right for a father to tie up and abuse his daughter.” I said feeling a part of me having its mouth drop open.
“But what if I asked you to do it?” Wendy asked.
“It doesn’t matter what you might want, the law here says that I can’t touch you sexually.” I said ‘can’t we shut him up?’ several parts of my body was saying.
“But Mrs. Martha was here – doesn’t that mean its okay?” Wendy reasoned.
I shook my head, “I’m not sure what Martha is doing, but I think we can trust her.” I said, not noticing my hands as they moved over Wendy’s body.
Wendy, however, did and moved as far as she could, she moaned – making me look at her, she was biting her lips in an effort not to say anything. Following her last (or first) orgasm, she quickly gave herself up to the sensations.
I was caught in a quandary, should I continue or stop? I was weak and carried on with my ‘abuse’ of Wendy, hearing her moan in ecstasy was strangely making me feel good.
Just before she came I quickly kissed her on the mouth, feeling her start to suck the breath out of me as she climaxed, she broke the kiss and smiled at me, “That was nice daddy, but it wasn’t like the last one, why?” She said.
“The last time I was sucking on your clit, this time it was just your breasts, there is a difference . . . not much but its there.” I told her.
“Oh dad, it doesn’t really matter, as long as it’s you doing it!” Wendy said and then her expression changed. “Oh dad, I need to go to the loo, real bad!” She said.
I went to release her hands but then found a problem . . . “Err, Wendy I don’t have a key. If you can hold on I’ll get a pan for you . . .” But stopped as Wendy started to laugh.
“It’s under my pillow, Martha told me not to tell you until I had to!” She said smiling.
“Why you . . . I’ve a good mind to leave you like that!” I said threateningly.
“No you won’t!” Wendy said mockingly.
“And why not?” I asked.
“Because it your bed I’ll be wetting!” Wendy said sweetly.
“Well yes, there is that, so I suppose I’d better let you free.” I said retrieving the key and fitting it into the lock of the cuffs.
I managed to undo the last one and Wendy jumped off the bed and staggered to the bathroom.
She came back a few minutes later and stood by my bed biting her lip. “Daddy, do you want to inspect me . . . Please.” She said extending the please.
I could see from the look in her eyes and relented. “Alright Wendy, but this time my way . . . Stand in the center of the room, legs apart and bent over, grab your knees with your hands.” I instructed her, she quickly took up the position, as I would set out.
I walked around her, noting that her head was at a particular height. I patted her cheek and then went to her derrière again I patted a cheek. “Now Wendy, you used the toilet just now?” I asked her.
“Yes daddy, and I did wipe myself.” She responded.
“Now how clean are you? And don’t forget if it’s dirty then you’ll get the taste of it in your mouth!” I said.
“I’m sure I’m clean daddy.” She said but the tone of her voice was not apologetic.
I passed one hand beneath her body, touching her flat stomach and then pulling back so that I could feel her slit with my palm, this meant that her clit was within reach of my fingers and I started to agitate it with them.
My other hand then rested lightly on her backside, I could feel moistness on the hand beneath her and so I cupped it and brought it away from her, dipping my fingers in the dew that was in the hand, I oiled up my digits. I then returned to her slit with the first hand and started masturbating her; she went to move her hands.
“Remain in position Wendy, I haven’t check you properly yet!” I said in a stern tone.
“Sorry daddy.” Wendy said and kept still. Using the lubrication she’d provided I placed a finger on he anus, and then gently pushed it in, while with my other hand I started to agitate her clit again, I felt her relax as she tried to lose herself in the pleasure I was giving her, I pushed my finger deep into her without hearing a word from her.
I pulled my finger back slightly and then pushed it home again, “What . . . but that didn’t hurt!” Wendy said as she felt me move inside her, “When HE does it, it always hurt!” She added.
I gave a few more back and forth movements before removing my finger completely. “Well you see Wendy, I made sure that you were distracted before I inspected you, that’s why.” I said and explained totally, what I had done.
“So why didn’t HE and mummy do that? I wouldn’t have minded them having me stay with them if they’d been nice.” She told me
“Some people don’t realize what they can achieve, and so they lose so much.” I said to her, realizing that I had gained more than my ex-wife would ever know.
I asked Wendy to dress and we went out to look at the shops, it seems that Wendy hadn’t been allowed to stop and look in shops, she had to follow her mother and could only dream about running around looking for herself, I indulged her in this.
She convinced me to buy a video, Peter Pan, and she smiled at me as we walked home, “I wanted to see the film at the cinema but they didn’t want to go there.” She said.
“Well we’ll have to bring the cinema to home then!” I said.
“Oh can we?” She asked me and so I found myself buying a large bottle of coke and a lot of microwave popcorn.
We returned home and I started to heat up the popcorn while Wendy put the tape into the video player – I supposed it would have be easier with a DVD but I hadn’t gotten around to getting one.
The film was cued up and just waited for the popcorn to start filling the bags. I poured out large measures of coke and put them on the table. The Microwave started to give popping sounds as the kernels started to expand.
We were seated on the settee – I was seated Wendy was lying down with her head in my lap, and the film was running. Peter had managed to grab hold of his shadow but could not get it to stick to his feet and the girl looked over her bed at him and asked why he was crying.
“What’s her name?” Wendy asked me, I picked up the cover and read the back.
“It’s Rachel Hurd-Wood.” I told her.
“No, her name in the film?” Wendy said in an exasperated tone.
I realized what she was getting at, “I’m not sure Wendy darling, but I’ll look it up for you.” I said
Wendy smiled at me as she realized I’d seen through her little gag, “Are you sure you’re not Captain Hook?” She asked me
“I don’t think so, because he’s in the film, I’m the one sitting here are you my captive?” I asked her rubbing her torso with one hand. Wendy giggled. I then held up the cover again, “Ah! Here it is Wendy darling, her name is Wendy Darling, is that what you wanted to know Wendy darling?”
Wendy giggled. I contented myself with feeding her with popcorn. It was a very nice scene, myself with my daughter, laughing at . . . nothing in particular and having fun.
We were deeply immersed in the film when the doorbell rang. I gently moved Wendy’s head and got up to open the door and to admit Martha.
She smiled at me, “Start packing, you’ve got a plane to catch.” She said.
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