The Finger Lie Detector

Fbailey story number 425


The Finger Lie Detector


My wife just started calling it ‘the finger’ after I used it on her a few times. It was my ‘lie detector’ finger. I would have her strip naked and get on all fours then stick my middle finger up her ass. I would then ask her questions and I knew every time she was lying to me. I was remarkably accurate too.

When our daughter became a teenager and wanted to start dating and going to parties my wife looked at me and said, “The finger.”

Donna knew exactly what that meant from submitting to it herself a few times when it was demanded necessary. However, that was a few years ago and before she matured and started developing.

So if Donna wanted to go out she had to prove to us that she was telling us the truth. Reluctantly she agreed to ‘the finger.’

Donna went into her bedroom for quite a while before coming to my bedroom. She was completely naked and she was almost fully developed. I knew that every boy in her school wanted a piece of that.

At almost fifteen years old she had a pretty good set of jugs started, taking after her well built mother for sure. Her pussy hair had been trimmed along the edges, with my razor no doubt.

She got up on my bed, facing the headboard, and stood there like a dog. I moistened my middle finger in her pussy, which startled her. Then I slowly slipped my middle finger into her tight little asshole. My wife told her to relax her butt and that it would feel better. Once I had it all the way in I started asking her questions that I knew the answer to, like what is your name and what is your birth date. Then I asked her bra size. I was surprised when she told me that it was 34-B but that she really needed a C. That was correct. I asked if she was still a virgin, yes she was, and that was correct. Then I asked where the party was, who would be there, and if there would be drinking or drugs. She failed the last question so I removed my finger, pushed her to the bed, and started spanking her ass for lying to me. She cried and went to her room for the night.

Seeing Donna naked had aroused me, but fingering her ass and then beating it was even better. My wife knew and offered me sex much earlier that day. I took her up on it and we did it on the couch in the living room knowing that Donna would not come out of her bedroom. It certainly was exciting and I cum in her pretty good.

My wife just grabbed her clothes and headed toward our bathroom. She came running back and said that Donna had gone to the party anyway.

I got dressed and headed out in my car. I parked a block from the house where the party was being held. I snuck around in the bushes and spied on the party. I didn’t see any adults there as I had expected. I did catch a glimpse of Donna being taken upstairs by an older boy. I waited for them to get up to the top before I knocked on the front door. A strange kid that obviously didn’t live there invited me in and offered me a beer. I took it, opened it, and drank it down in what appeared to be one gulp impressing the hell out of that kid. He handed me another one and told me that Donna had gone up to ‘Ronnie’s Pleasure Palace’ which is what he calls his bedroom.

I walked up the stairs and down the hallway. I had to smile when I saw the sign on his door that said ‘Ronnie’s Pleasure Palace.’ I tried the doorknob and found the room locked. I gave it some thought before I stepped back and threw my shoulder into it. The intense thud and the splintering wood startled them both. Ronnie and Donna stood there in horror with their pants and their panties down around their ankles. Her back was too him as he was going to enter her from behind.