Chapter 10
Her confused words died on the fuzzy pink lips of Jill's hot pussy. "Eat it!"
While Christy tried to breathe with her face trapped under Jill's sweet-smelling cunt, her sister humped her mouth impatiently.
Christy couldn't turn her head away. She couldn't breathe. She opened her mouth, pushing Jill's cunt away to get some room for air.
Jill laughed, pushing her pussy harder into her gasping face.
Then she sensed Jill's sudden fear, even before she heard Daddy's booming voice fill the room.
"What the fuck is this!" Jill's thighs snapped together, and her strong inner thighs clamped down on Christy's face. "Get off of her!"
Jill made a frightened sound and hopped off Christy's head.
When Christy could look up and see her father's face, he was livid.
"Daddy, I didn't mean to-" "Quiet! How did you get into those tapes? What did I tell you about that cabinet?"
And from the look in his eyes, Christy knew that it was best to say nothing.
Ross took a deep breath. He let it out slowly.
The tension thickened until Christy was sure she could cut it with a knife.
She didn't dare even to look at Jill. But she knew the older girl was fidgeting where she stood. She knew Jill was scared to death, just like she was.
"Well," he said with finality. "I see that you two cunt-sucking young ladies need to be taught "You know where my office is, don't you?" "Sure."
"Well, everyone will be gone, why don't you drive there? I'll meet you. Just come in the back way."
"Okay," Prissy agreed.
Hank left and Prissy drove to her uncle's manufacturing firm. She parked in the lot out back. She blushed her cheeks with Maybelline pink, her lips with Hot Lips gloss, a cheery cherry-red lipstick, and fixed her ponytail.
She walked to the office. The door was ajar. She walked in. Hank sat behind his desk. His office was dimly lit, the carpet a deep wine-burgundy, thick, plush. He got up. Prissy closed the door.
Hank came around the desk, swept her into his arms and kissed her fresh lips. His hands played on her ass. His big prick slithered upward.
Hank dipped to his knees. He lifted her school skirt over her tight, snug, pink panties, licked his lascivious tongue up her thighs, then wobbled it into the crotch of her pink panties.
He flapped wildly at the crotch, licking and kissing.
Jill came into the room fast, the camera they had used earlier was held carefully in both hands.
"I got it," Jill said.
Then she saw Christy sitting naked on Daddy's big recliner, and she gave a sigh.
"You were quick enough to stick your cunt in Christy's face," he said.
As he spoke, he was looking at the camera, checking to see if it was full of blank tape and that its battery was fully charged.
Jill laughed an unconvincing laugh. "Oh, that. We were only playing-" "So now you can return the favor," he interrupted. He held the camera to his face, hiding the beginnings of a smile. "Get down there and let Daddy see how nice you suck Christy's cunt."
Jill swallowed hard. She glanced at Christy.
By now Christy was lying back in the big brown leather chair. She held her lean thighs far apart. She displayed her pretty pink pussy for Jill with a slight upward tilt of her hips. And she gave Jill a triumphant grin.
"Do it!" Ross hit a red button on the camera and it whirred to life. "Give the same good cunt-sucking to Christy that you wanted to get from her."
He stepped closer, watching her through the eye of the camera.
Jill shot Christy a nasty stare-and then wiped it off her face quickly when she remembered the camera.
"Okay, Daddy," Jill said, giving the camera a weak grin. "I'll do anything you say."
She turned toward Christy's cunt.
Jill went down on her knees and approached her little sister's pussy. And Ross followed her, keeping the camera at the level of her face.
Christy couldn't help giggling when Jill bent down and kissed the smooth pink mouth of her little pussy. She lifted her knees up, putting her feet on the edges of the chair.
Ross moved closer, the lens focusing.
Christy gasped and gripped the wide padded arms of the chair. Jill's hot mouth began to explore the tight hairless lips of her cunt.
She could feel Jill's tongue timidly tickle the peaked tip of her cunt, right where Christy's tiny clit nestled comfortably. Christy gasped when Jill tickled her tiny pearl-like bud.
"Damn it!" Ross shouted. "Stick your tongue out and lick it!"
Jill gave a little moan that shivered Christy's cunt. Then she opened her mouth and stuck her long tongue out. She flicked the tip against Christy's warming cunt-mouth.
The young blonde gasped louder, and her body stiffened on the chair. Then she felt Jill's tongue start to glide up and down her cunt.
"That's it," Ross said. "Nice pretty little strokes."
He followed every move of Jill's tongue from closer range.
Christy gasped again and again. She looked down through wide blue eyes as her sister licked her pussy, watching Jill's long tongue lap her pussy.
Jill never looked up at Christy's face as she made Christy moan out loud.
"Faster!" Ross exclaimed. "Lick it good and you get fucked-if not, you get the belt!" Jill tongued Christy's pussy faster than ever.
Christy had to gasp and grip the arms of the chair. She bit her lower Up, watching Jill's quick tongue in awe.
"Tongue-fuck her," Ross said. "Deep!"
Jill obeyed. She lunged forward, stabbing her tongue into the tight wet slit of Christy's warming cunt.
Christy moaned again. It felt so good.
Jill's tongue slipped into her pussy over and over, and with every trip back out of her cunt, the tip flicked at Christy's hot little clit.
Christy's hips moved with that wonderful tongue. Her gasps became a deep panting of breath. She scooted lower, pushing her wet cunt closer to Jill's face.
When the camera panned slowly up Jill's body, she acted even hotter for the all-seeing eye. She put a look of pure bliss on her pretty face, and moved her body sensuously.
Christy rocked her ass for Jill's tongue.
When the camera focused on her face, Christy put a cock-hungry pout on her lips and a wide-eyed stare of pleading.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cooed, rocking her cunt on Jill's busy tongue. "I can see how big your cock is-right through your pants."
She pointed to his crotch. And she licked her lips.
"I'll be a good girl," she promised. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my little pussy."
The camera panned back down her lean young body and came to rest aimed at Jill's cunt-licking. The older girl was going strong, lapping up and down into Christy's wet cunt.
Ross's tight shot of Jill's tongue made the thrill of Hank's big, hard prick diddling her pussy.
"Wanna just fuck you always, like this," he whispered, clutching her ass tighter, shoving two more inches of his super-cock into her.
Prissy dipped her chin, looked down, watched the creamy slide of his handsome hard-on as it pushed in and pulled out of her sucking pussy.
"You're fuckin' me, Uncle Hank!" she blurted.
"Oh, yes, darling! Tell me to fuck you!" "Huh?"
"Tell me. Tell me to fuck you."
"Well... ah ... " "Come on!"
"Well, fuck me then!"
"Oh, yes! Oh, Prissy!" he panted, sliding a bit lower, his knees cocked, his ass working now to pump his cock at her cunt.
"Yes, yes, darling! Tell me! I love it!"
His eyes were glazed. Prissy looked into his passionate face.
"Fuck me then, Uncle Hank! Keep fuckin' me then! That's what you're doin'!"
"Yes, fuckin' you!"
head, and she licked with renewed energy.
Christy stroked Ross's hardening prick. She squeezed it and felt the dense meat of his prick flex in response. She sighed in appreciation, then tried to pull his prick toward her mouth.
Ross moved so that Christy could see his prick hang over her body while she stroked it. She put both hands on his long cockshaft. She pumped up and down, watching the stretched skin of his prick slide over the rigid cockmeat beneath.
"Suck her cunt until she cums," Ross ordered down to Jill's wiggling head. "Or I'll whip your ass till this tape runs out."
His tone dared Jill to fail.
Then he moved the camera up Christy's body to focus on his cock.
Christy moved her little hands in long slow strokes. She felt his cock swell with each pulse of his heart. She licked her lips, already hungry to taste it.
The constant movement of Jill's tongue was making Christy's whole body feel like it was being teased by electric charges. Every time Jill's tongue-tip brushed her hair-trigger clit, Christy jumped, and her hands clamped down on Daddy's stiffening prick.
Ross kept his cock in camera range.
Christy heard his command to kiss it.
Christy looked straight up into the camera's shiny glass lens. She planted her lips on Daddy's big cockhead, trying to look pretty.
Jill seemed to be unaware that Daddy was no longer watching her. Her strong tongue never slowed. Christy's pussy was wetter and hotter, sparking with stronger electric flashes.
Christy felt like a movie star as she kissed Daddy's swelling cockhead. She gripped his stretching cockshaft tightly with both hands and sucked her parted lips on his cockhead from different angles, putting on a show for the camera and for Daddy.
Then she shivered with another rush. Jill's tongue was still licking every part of her juicy cunt that it could reach. And it was getting better now that Christy had a mouthful of Ross's huge cock.
She let Jill's cunt-licking inspire her. Her mouth went wild on the bulging head of Ross's cock. Her small pink lips clamped and sucked. Her hands pulled and squeezed, hardening his prick into an unbending column.
Ross leaned forward, watching Christy from above as she kissed the head of his cock. Her big blue eyes glazed with lust.
of that big hard thing!"
"Prissy, Prissy!" he whined.
They fucked up and down, bumped, humped, pumped, clumped there on the floor.
"Yeahhh!" he moaned. "Fuckin' you, Prissy!"
"Fuckin' me, Uncle Hank . . . but you gotta pay me if you're gonna keep fuckin'!"
"I will, always!" he gulped.
"Okay, then. Fuck fuck fuck fuck . . . like that, when I talk like that!"
He did. He was so hot he was jerking up and down in wild fuck-pumps. His big cock was slugging in and out of Prissy's pussy.
"I'm not gonna ever say that again unless you pay me, Uncle Hank," Prissy cooed.
"I will . . . hell, I'll put you on the payroll here at the company. How's that?"
"Fuck me, Uncle Hank! You just keep fuckin' me, damn it!" Prissy squealed with delight.
Daddy's cock got bigger and harder, starting to throb like a huge heart.
Christy gazed up at the camera as she moved her head in little jerks. She timed the short movements to her sucking, and her pumping hands to the same quick tempo.
She moaned urgently, feeling the sound shiver Daddy's huge mouth-filling cockhead.
Daddy groaned.
Jill's tongue had centered its attention on Christy's hot little cut. She was licking and sucking the tiny pink bud.
Christy jerked her ass on the chair, moaning louder around the spongy head of her father's prick.
She moved her head farther, her lips pulling up tight against the thick rim of Ross's stiff cockhead. Now that his cock was hard and throbbing, the oversized cockhead was stuck tightly in Christy's mouth. She couldn't get it out if she tried.
But she didn't care; she was too busy giving her best cocksucking ever for Daddy's whirring camera. She slipped her hands more loosely on the stiff shaft of his cock, moving her head to the same rhythm as her pussy's thrusting into Jill's wonderful tongue.
Christy moaned with every breath, using the sound waves to vibrate his cockhead with shivers. She drew back until her lips bashed into the rim of his bloated cockhead, sucking as hard as she possibly could.
Ross moved back with a gasp.
Christy felt his whole cock harden like iron. His cockhead swelled until she thought her jaws might snap.
Jill's tongue was stirring Christy's pussy.
The young beautiful blonde moaned louder and louder with her mouth overstretched around the huge thick shaft of Daddy's delicious cock. Her hands gripped his strong prick until his flexing made the girl's small fingers give way.
Christy held onto Ross's huge prick while she launched into a series of sudden shocks from the incessant licking of Jill's tongue. Christy almost choked when her body began to double up on the chair.
Her clit seemed to explode-and Jill caught a fresh wave of hot pussy-juice in her mouth.
Christy flung her ass up into Jill's busy mouth, cumming like a machine-gun with its trigger jammed closed.
She could feel her own hot sweet girl-cum flood out of her pussy. She pushed her exploding cunt up for Jill to keep her cumming.
Christy's hands started to jerk in a brisk double-time. Her sucking mouth moved as far as her mouthful of Daddy's cock would allow. She brought her lips a few inches up his cock and then slammed back down. She looked excitedly up at Daddy.
She came in stronger shocks. Her mouth clamped down involuntarily onto her father's cockhead.
Ross hissed and the camera wiggled, but he steadied it with a measured intake of breath.
Jill's tongue dipped and circled, drawing another string of gut-wrenching shocks from Christy's cunt.
When the camera panned away from Christy's cock-filled mouth, Jill looked up with her cheeks and chin shiny wet.
Their father videotaped Jill's dreamy-eyed expression when she saw his huge stiff cock stuffed into Christy's little mouth.
"Oh, Daddy," Jill said, wiping her chin. "Can I have some cock too?"
Ross nodded, giving a forgiving look to Jill. Christy had to admit that Jill had accomplished Daddy's orders. Christy had cum hard on Jill's face.
Jill got up from between Christy's juice-slippery thighs. She sighed, her eyes never leaving Ross's cock as she approached it. She crawled up on the chair next to Christy and leaned forward.
"We're so sorry, Daddy," Jill said, taking a long lick on his cock.
She reached up and pulled Ross's slacks down. Then she reached into his tight jockey shorts and pulled his big balls out of the fly.
Christy could see that Daddy's cockshaft was already bound tightly at the thick corded root by the fly of his shorts. But now, with his huge balls hanging free through the cloth, his fly gripped his cock so tight that she could see the veins bulging.
His whole cock swelled and stiffened, turning a deeper red.
Jill got into the cocksucking act with her sister, licking up and down Daddy's lucky cock like there was no tomorrow.
Christy had managed to stretch her mouth farther than before, to suck up and down his prick. She looked up at the camera, ignoring her moaning, licking sister. Christy sucked hard as she moved her head.
Jill grasped his hanging balls. Christy could....
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...dribbled down her cheeks and neck onto her budding little tits. She used her hands to wipe Daddy's cum all over her. And she sucked his cock, watching the lens of the video camera.
Jill groaned and her cunt-slippery mouth sucked up cum like it was candy. She licked Daddy's cum off Christy's bulging cheeks, then ran her tongue down to where it had puddled in the smooth hollow of Christy's throat.
She squeezed Ross's balls, and Christy felt another glob of cum ooze from his flexing cockhead. Christy dug her tongue into the yawning cum-hole of Daddy's prick, and he shook.
He gasped as if Christy had bit him, though she was sure she hadn't. His wet cockhead yanked out of her mouth like a cork from a bottle.
Christy winced and the corners of her lips stung. But she licked his wonderful cock in harmony with her sister, feeling content.