Let’s Play Piggy

As a high school freshman, Sara had become very curious about not only guys, but lately her own sexual satisfaction. She had planned on visiting her best friend Amy on that Saturday morning but Amy and her mom had plans to go shopping most of the day. Another reason why Sara wanted to go next door was she noticed Amy and her Daddy often played a game called “Piggy”.

Every once and a while she would watch them play together and it usually involved him touching her, sometimes in naughty places and other times him butting up right next to her when she knew he was all HARD in his pants. She didn’t have that type of Daddy action at home and she was envious of her friends’ fun with her Dad.

It was finally getting warmer and her parents were going to go buy some plants and seeds, but she wasn’t that interested. They seldom would allow her to be home by herself, but as luck would have it . . . her Dad called Big Peter his neighbor next door and wondered if she could hang out at their place. Peter immediately agreed, not making mention that Amy and her mom were not going to be there and he would have Sara all to himself. He had longed to be with Sara, wondering how far the developing teen would be willing to go . . . to help feed his sexual fantasies.

Her parents left and suddenly her new cell phone rang.

“Hello,” she asked curiously never having received a call from that number before.

“Hey Sara . . . Amy’s Daddy here. If you want to come on over, we could play a few games or watch cartoons or whatever you want,” he suggested.

“Uh . . .okay, give me a few minutes and I will be right over.”

“Awesome. See you soon,” he said and hung up. Suddenly she wondered about the “games” he had in mind, and wondered whether he would play “piggy” with her if she asked. She had on a tank top and shorts, and wondered whether she should put on one of the bras her parents bought for her recently. She then fantasized about her young breasts that had begun to sprout and that maybe, Mr. Johnson would like to . . . naw that’s too naughty she thought. She slipped on a pair of pink Sketchers with no socks and headed next door.

Peter Johnson had inquisitively asked his daughter about Sara recently and whether she had a bunch of boyfriends and whether she liked to be tickled and liked to play around. Amy knew her Daddy loved to do naughty things with her, especially when he came into her room the other night after everyone was sleeping . . . and hinted that her best friend would probably like to be “piggied” like he did with her. He sure hoped so. When arrangements were set for their little date, he had slipped into a loose fitting pair of thin shorts and an Under Armour short sleeve shirt that showed off his chest muscles. He heard the soft knock on the front door and quickly answered it.

“Hey Sara . . . glad you could make it. Sorry Amy had to go with her mom, but I think you and I can probably have a BUNCH of fun together this morning. It’s going to be after lunch before they return. ” He immediately approved of her outfit. The pink ribbed top had spaghetti straps and scooped down towards her budding titties. She had on a pair of relaxed waist band shorts with a drawstring at the top that left just enough room by her legs . . . for his wandering hands to explore that virgin mound hidden underneath.

“So, what kinds of games do you like to play?” he asked as they went into the living room. The question caught her by surprise and just as suddenly she responded back, “maybe some . . . PIGGY games like you play with Amy,” she enthusiastically suggested. There was a sudden silence in the air. Both of them were shocked by her hasty disclosure and Peter’s cock slowly began to wander upwards inside his shorts.

“Well . . . that might be possible Sara . . . but those sorts of games could get me in a lot of trouble, and we certainly don’t want Amy to have her Daddy in jail.” The girl thought for a moment, “I like watch-in you play around together and whatever we do, is between you and me . . . if that’s okay?” she asked hopefully. The man was shocked. He was all set to hopefully get a glimpse of those pert little titties and now if he played his cards right . . . he could demand even more.

“Fair enough,” he said as he went behind the cute girl and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I LOVE playing piggy . . . and I think we should get started, RIGHT now.” Suddenly the girl felt the man move closer to her tight little ass and gently rub up against it. What was touching up against her was hard and long, which made her wonder how he could get excited so fast. She heard boys call it a “cock” and she wondered what he wanted it called. Sara had not yet been out on a date and truly did not have much knowledge about those sorts of things.

“I would like that,” she said and he backed away.

“Do you know what being piggy is all about?” he asked innocently, still gently gripping her bare shoulders.

“Like doing sexy things . . . kinda . . . isn’t it?” she asked.

“Very smart girl, and sometimes playing games and doing things with the other person. In fact, I just thought of something that Amy loves to do with me in the garage. You want to try it?”

“Sure, if Amy likes it, I bet I will too,” she remarked.

“Well let’s go then!” he said leading the way. When they got into the garage, Sara noticed a rope that was over a double beamed joist.

“I think you will like playing this tie-em-up game. I get to be real “piggy” when we play this. Are you ready?” With a twinkle in her eye the girl said, “I sure am. Is this like cowboys and Indians or something?” she said as she watched the man go into a drawer and take out a long pair of white gloves.

“Here, put these on,” said Peter. While the girl slipped on the first one, she now could see Mr. Johnson’s cock was poking out the front of his shorts, and because they were so thin, she noticed a couple of damp patches in the front. As she continued to stare at his erection, she pulled on the second glove.

“Pull them up as high as they will go sweetie . . . that is important.” Fulfilling his request, she realized the white gloves went up almost to her elbows.

“Very nice,” he said grasping at one of the ends of the rope. “We are now going to role-play. That’s when you and I pretend to be a character and then we get to do the piggy stuff.” Sara did not comment but politely waited for more information.

“You are going to be the one that has important “piggy” information . . . and I have to find out what it is. Sooooo, I am going to tie your wrists together, and then string you up so that I can get that information. This is a REAL fun game. And I promise you will like it.” Sara was a little scared at what he just shared, but since Amy had played this game, she believed it must be alright.

“Go ahead Mister (she used a Western John Wayne type of a voice), you won’t get anything out of me. Tie me up if you must.”

“You are GREAT Sara! This is going to be so much fun,” he said as he circled the rope around her wrists several times and then prepared it into a knot. He did it so quickly she was sure he had done it many times before. Next, he found the other end and then began to pull.

“Honey, if at ANY time this hurts or you want to stop, let me know, Okay?”

“Sure,” she said but then looking at the handsome man, got back into her character and said, “You will not get anything out of me, BIG Peter, no matter what you do.” They both laughed at her choice of words, but Mr. Johnson was now in a position of control and slowly began to pull on the rope. Soon Sara’s wrists were waist high, then chest high and then slightly over her head.
She was enjoying the game, and then the man pulled even harder and soon her hands were a couple feet over her head, and she realized how helpless and accessible her body was to this truly horny man. Then he tied off the rope onto a nearby hook and slowly examined her body. For some reason, his gaze caused her nipples to become very stiff, and his fantasies again began to explode.

“Alright little girl . . . so tell me what I should do, to act “piggy” with you?” The question caused a sudden stir in her moist pussy. Being held up like this was beginning to be feel VERY naughty she thought to herself. He could take off some of my clothes if he wanted to, and I could not stop him. Was this what her best friend did with her Daddy? She looked at the man and continued to focus on his rigid cock, and knew he must be very excited.

“Alright . . . Maybe if you got a little peak at my titties,” she said with a shiver going down her back, “that would make you piggy.” Would he really do it she thought?

“I see . . . so . . . if I pulled out this top here from your shorts . . . like this,” he said, starting to pull up on the soft material at her sides, and then meticulously did the same movement around her waist until every bit of the fabric was now hanging out.