"Open your mouth, Daisy," her father commanded. She did, and suddenly there was something splattering across her face. Much of it landed in her mouth, but some hit her cheek, her forehead, her chin. She noticed this only absentmindedly, as she was in the midst of her own orgasm, and her own juices were squirting onto the sheets between her thighs.
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Tom hated to bring his daughter back out to the shed, but he knew Sally would be home any minute. They had showered together, washing the sweat and lotion and cum off each other's bodies. Tom had ruined it by forcing Daisy to lie in the bottom of the tub while he emptied his bladder onto her freshly scrubbed skin, so she was forced to lather herself up a second time. That had gotten him hard again, watching her hands slide over the taut flesh of her huge jugs, so he had pushed her over the edge of the tub and jerked himself off while he fingered her holes, his thumb in her pussy and his forefinger in her asshole. Then of course he had cum across her backside, so he had needed to soap up her shapely ass yet again. His fingers kept slipping inside her tiny hole, making her yelp. They had fooled around until the hot water had run out, and even then, standing underneath the cool spray had tightened up her skin, making her tits look even perkier and forcing her nipples into impossibly hard, fat nubs. Tom had sucked on them, making Daisy moan, and then he had made her suck on them while he watched.
At last he had turned the water off and they had climbed out, laughing, and he had covered her wet body with a towel. On his knees in front of her, he had used a corner of the towel to pat her swollen pussy dry before getting it wet again with his mouth. He had been on the verge of picking her up and carrying her back into the bedroom when he realized how late it was. So, rather than burying his cock balls-deep inside this pretty blond teen, he had helped her with the robe and led her back to the shed.
Before returning to the house, Tom had stripped the robe off her and made her climb onto the second contraption, now nicknamed the chair, although he didn't strap her in. He wasn't sure he would free to return that evening, and he didn't want her there all night. Naked, tilted back with her knees up to her chest, her thighs spread and her pussy and anus exposed, he had hooked the pump up to the timer and secured one of the small cylinders to her asshole. Daisy seemed to like it, because she moaned as the pump sucked the puckered flesh into the plastic tube. Tom also hooked her nipples up to the same pump, so that all three would be activated at the same time. This also seemed pleasurable to her, which Tom pretended not to notice. Secretly, he committed her expression of pleasure and the sounds she made to memory. Then, he bent down between her thighs and gave her shaved pussy a few licks until she squirmed. Planting a kiss on her stiffening clit, he left her and returned to the house.
His wife came home half an hour later, just as he finished straightening up the basement. She asked him what he had done that weekend, and he had smiled and told her a few of the boys had come over to watch the ballgame and play some poker. She criticized him for spending too much time drinking, gambling, and watching sports before disappearing into the back yard.
Tom watched her from the upstairs window, his heart pounding. The door of the shed was locked, and there was no way to see inside, but if she persisted, or became insistent...
He thought of Daisy inside, listening to her mother potter about in the yard, mere feet from where she sat naked, her body weirdly contorted inside their plastic cups. He had a feeling this sort of thing would turn her on even more, getting her pussy even wetter. Somehow, he felt envious, knowing that he wasn't solely responsible for her arousal, that his wife could have a hand in it too, however unwittingly. His cock was hard, but he was suddenly angry-with himself, with Daisy, with Sally.
Tom found his wife pulling weeds in the narrow garden that surrounded the shed. She was humming to herself and occasionally murmuring to a nearby squirrel, or a passing butterfly. He nodded briefly at her as he passed, then quickly produced the key and unlocked the shed.
"Oooh," his wife said jovially, "something secret in there?"
"Just your Christmas present," he threw back over his shoulder, "and a bunch of expensive shit."
He heard her cluck her tongue at his language before the door swung shut behind him. Daisy was still on the chair where he had left her. Her eyes were wide, her face that of a teenager who has been caught redhanded messing around with her boyfriend. Tom brought a finger to his lips and crossed the room to where she sat. Sure enough, she was soaking wet, and he could tell she had been touching herself. "I should've tied your hands, you little bitch," he whispered in her ear. He gave her pussy a little smack, and she winced but kept silent.
Tom kept his wet fingertips on her heated flesh, sliding them down to her entrance. It was leaking copious amounts of juice, and he had no trouble burying his fingers inside her. Daisy's eyes widened even further, but she clamped her own fingers over her mouth and made no sound. Even when he began fucking her in earnest, her mouth opened behind her hand in a silent scream, but the only sounds came from her flooded cunt. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts, making her tits shake and jiggle wildly. The plastic cylinders on her nipples bobbed atop her fat jugs, looking as though the seal might break at any moment, sending them flying.
When she came, she whimpered, but she did not cry out. Even the small noise she made was mostly muffled with her hand. The sounds issuing from her cunt were far louder, though Tom knew the noise insulation in the shed was pretty good. Even so, he was nervous, and felt a bit of relief when her orgasm subsided and he could slide his fingers out of her spasming pussy. He pushed the wet digits into Daisy's mouth, and she cleaned them obediently with her little tongue.
But Tom wasn't finished with her. His dick was rock hard, and when he unzipped his pants, it sprang free and smacked his daughter across the cheek. She turned her head and, without prompting, slid her mouth onto his cock, taking the shaft as deep into her throat as she could on her own. When she pulled her head back, his cock popped out of her mouth, wet and shiny. She reached up with one hand and brought his dick back down to her mouth, smearing her saliva across her lips. Tom fought the urge to moan. Instead, he reached behind her and gripped the back of her head as he thrust his cock in between those big, dick-sucking lips and into that warm, wet mouth, burying himself in her tight throat. Again and again he fucked her face, staring at her naked, defenseless body and watering eyes. When he came, he shot half his load into her pretty mouth, then pulled out and splattered the rest across her face and tits.
His wife met him at the door as he was letting himself out. "Seriously, what have you got in there?" she asked, struggling to see over his broad shoulders. He moved into her, causing her to stumble and back away, as he pulled the door shut behind him.
"I told you, it's your Christmas present. Come on, Sally, I've got things to do before bed." He had just done one of them, and his thoughts were on her as he locked the door and returned to the house.
