Chapter 6
The next day the girls had made breakfast and while they were cleaning up, Christy asked coyly if Daddy was awake yet.
"Oh, sure. He's awake," Jill said with a knowing smile that Christy didn't like. "He'll be back in a few hours."
Christy hated secrets. And she could tell from Jill's face that there was a secret about Daddy's early-morning whereabouts.
"Where is he?" Christy asked in a tone that said she would continue to ask until Jill finally broke down.
But Jill shrugged. "We have to get dressed up special."
Christy sighed. "Why? Are we going somewhere special? Are we-" "Nope," Jill said smugly. She eyed her younger sister. "We're gonna make a movie."
Then Jill's widening grin confirmed what the younger girl had been hoping.
"He's gone to get the video recorder fixed?" Christy asked.
She let out an excited laugh and clapped her hands when she imagined what kind of audiovisual fun they could have.
The girls had been after him to get the camera fixed for months. They had always enjoyed the tapes they had made at vacation spots and on special occasions.
Christy's young mind raced.
She had always felt extra pretty in front of the whirring camera. It reminded her of an eye that could see everything, never blinking. And the thought of her sucking Daddy's big beautiful cock for that camera made her palms wet and her throat dry. "Dressed up?" Christy asked with a wide grin. "How?"
Jill laughed and gave her little sister a congratulatory pat on the back.
"Come on upstairs," Jill said.
Christy followed her sister up to her own bedroom. Jill looked around at the jumble of stuffed animals and rock posters and shook her head. Then she went to Christy's old dresser in her closet. She opened a drawer and began to rummage through the forgotten outgrown clothes.
"There's nothing in there," Christy said. "Maybe I could wear one of your nice dresses. And-" "Nope," Jill interrupted in her usual way.
Then the older girl held up a tiny T-shirt. In her other hand was a pair of white cotton cutoffs that Christy hadn't seen in years.
"You're kidding," Christy said, shaking her head. "I probably couldn't even fit into these ..."
"Put 'em on," Jill said with her wicked grin. "Daddy will like the effect.
She handed Christy the clothes and went back to her search.
Christy shrugged. Then she stripped and struggled into the too-tight, cut-off shorts and the tight T-shirt.
When she managed to button the shorts and pull down the T-shirt over her tits, she glanced in her full-length mirror.
She blushed. She could see the outline of her pussy, and the shorts were merely a thin white strip of tight cloth that pushed her cunt-lips apart.
She turned and saw the bottoms of her asscheeks bulging from the back of the shorts. She moved and saw her cunt-lips stretch farther apart with the thin shorts pressing between them.
Christy giggled. She tried to pull the T-shirt down. But it wouldn't stretch past her belly-button. The tightness of the T-shirt made her nipples stick out. She posed with her shoulders back and realized that the more her nipples stiffened, the more the tightness of the cotton cloth coaxed the pink buds to harden.
She reached up and tickled her nipples through the clinging cloth. They snapped like rubber from her fingers.
"I see what you mean," Christy said. "This will be fine."
Jill tossed her a pair of white lace-topped ankle-socks. "These too."
Christy caught them and sat on her bed to pull them on. She remembered in a rush how she had bounced on Daddy's knee in these things years ago and it struck her as appropriate that she would wear them to bounce on his big stiff cock.
When she was done, Jill told her to sit down at her vanity table.
Christy sat. She gasped at the way her shorts rode up into the crack of her cunt. But after rocking her ass to settle the tight cloth, she sat quietly and let Jill tie her hair into two high pigtails.
Christy scowled at the final effect.
"Daddy's cocksucking baby," Jill said, giving Christy that wicked grin.
Christy hesitated. Then she nodded.
Christy looked at her mirror and put a mock-pout on her face. Then she spread her legs. She touched the overflowing pink cuntflesh on either side of her cut-offs.
She imagined that Daddy was watching her pussy. And she thought of the camera lens watching her and Daddy together. She shivered. She glanced out her window to see if Daddy's car was in the driveway.
The long circular drive was empty.
Then she noticed that Jill had left the room.
Christy called after her, but there was no answer.
When Christy had become too anxious, she got up and made for her sister's room. Christy remembered the cupless bra and the garter-belt and stockings well. She wanted to see if Jill was planning to grandstand her again. If so, she was going to comb out her pigtails.
She met Jill in the doorway, and she was wearing her cheerleader's outfit from school.
From Jill's white tennis shoes and knee-socks to her letter-stitched sweater, she looked the part. She lifted her short pleated skirt and showed Christy her tiny bikini panties.
They were made of red lace and hemmed to part in the center. Christy gulped. Jill's pussy was clearly visible in the slit in the front of her panties.
Christy laughed at the thought of the fun this videotape would be.
And then the girls went downstairs and waited for Daddy.
When he pulled up in the driveway, Christy felt shivers.
He parked the car and then came into the living room. He had a big cardboard box under one arm. And a big bag in the other.
He took one long look at Christy and Jill. Then he grinned.
"All ready, I see," he said.
Christy and Jill noticed the huge bulge in Daddy's pants at the same time.
Jill pointed to his stiff cock. "Daddy's ready too."
They laughed. Then the girls watched him pull the equipment out to set it all up.
Christy sat with her barely covered cunt aimed so that Ross could see it clearly. As he mounted the camera and found the remote control, he glanced at Christy's parted pussy-lips.
She giggled, showing her cunt to Daddy. The white strip of he shorts cut deeper into her hairless pussy. She could feel his stare making her cunt wetter and hotter.
Ross plugged and wired and focused, all with a businesslike air. Then he stood and sighed. He pointed to the living-room couch, where the glistening lens of the mounted camera was aimed.
Christy hopped off her chair and sat on the couch and Jill sat on the other side.
Their father took his jacket off, then he sat down between his daughters with a sigh.
"Well, what should we name this movie?"
Ross asked.
He put an arm around their shoulders.
"How about Daddy's Hot Pussies?" Jill asked with a laugh.
She pulled up her cheerleader's skirt to show him her crotchless panties and the well-defined cunt-lips that were framed by the red lace.
"We'll call it, Let Me Suck it," Christy said.
She reached and stroked the bulge of Ross's huge cock through his gray pants.
Ross leaned back in the couch, his knees parted.
"Let's call it, Daddy's New Toy," he said.
He watched Christy's hand squeeze his huge stiff prick through his pants.
"Okay," Jill said. Her hand joined Christy's. They both tested the incredible hardness of their father's long thick prick, their eyes meeting and then straying to the silent camera.
Jill stroked up and down his cock. Then she impatiently took the remote-control unit from his lap.
"Let's start now. We'll come in from over there."
Ross nodded. Jill got up and motioned to Christy. The younger girl took her hand reluctantly from her father's prick. She stood up and He took one long look at Christy and Jill. Then he grinned.
"All ready, I see," he said.
Christy and Jill noticed the huge bulge in Daddy's pants at the same time.
Jill pointed to his stiff cock. "Daddy's ready too."
They laughed. Then the girls watched him pull the equipment out to set it all up.
Christy sat with her barely covered cunt aimed so that Ross could see it clearly. As he mounted the camera and found the remote control, he glanced at Christy's parted pussy-lips.
She giggled, showing her cunt to Daddy. The white strip of he shorts cut deeper into her hairless pussy. She could feel his stare making her cunt wetter and hotter.
Ross plugged and wired and focused, all with a businesslike air. Then he stood and sighed. He pointed to the living-room couch, where the glistening lens of the mounted camera was aimed.
Christy hopped off her chair and sat on the couch and Jill sat on the other side.
Their father took his jacket off, then he sat down between his daughters with a sigh.
"Well, what should we name this movie?"
Ross asked.
He put an arm around their shoulders.
"How about Daddy's Hot Pussies?" Jill asked with a laugh.
She pulled up her cheerleader's skirt to show him her crotchless panties and the well-defined cunt-lips that were framed by the red lace.
"We'll call it, Let Me Suck it," Christy said.
She reached and stroked the bulge of Ross's huge cock through his gray pants.
Ross leaned back in the couch, his knees parted.
"Let's call it, Daddy's New Toy," he said.
He watched Christy's hand squeeze his huge stiff prick through his pants.
"Okay," Jill said. Her hand joined Christy's. They both tested the incredible hardness of their father's long thick prick, their eyes meeting and then straying to the silent camera.
Jill stroked up and down his cock. Then she impatiently took the remote-control unit from his lap.
"Let's start now. We'll come in from over there."
Ross nodded. Jill got up and motioned to Christy. The younger girl took her hand reluctantly from her father's prick. She stood up and followed Jill out of range of the video camera.
Ross watched them stand there, and he took a newspaper from the coffee table in front of him. He opened it and held it up as if he was reading it.
Christy giggled. This was fun. She waited until Jill decided that the stage was set.
Christy felt goosebumps on her arms and her neck. The faint whirr of the camera's motor gave her a thrill. She had the overwhelming urge to look at the lens. But she didn't.
"Hi, Daddy," Jill said.
She waved at the camera when Ross lowered the newspaper. Christy couldn't help blurting out an excited laugh. Pretending the camera wasn't even there made her itch to get naked and fuck for the watching lens.
"Hi, girls," he said casually.
Christy noticed the bulge in his pants was as huge as ever. If not bigger.
Jill leaned over Ross, grinning down at him with a honey-sweet look on her face. "We're bored, Daddy."
"Bored?" he echoed. "With all the nice new toys you have?"
Christy suppressed another giggle. It was so exciting to pretend like this. She got into the act, hopping up to kneel on the couch cushion next to her father.
"We need a new toy," Christy said. "Please, Daddy."
"Or something to eat," Jill added. "Like candy."
Christy tingled all over. She clapped her hands enthusiastically.
"Yeah, Daddy," she said, bouncing on the cushion. "Give us a special treat!"
"Well ..." he said, hesitating.
Christy could tell by his smile that Daddy enjoyed this new game too.
"You've been very good girls. And maybe you do deserve something special."
As he spoke, he reached down and began to unbuckle his thin black leather belt.
"We've been good," Christy said excitedly.
She leaned closer to Ross as he unbuttoned his pants.
"Oh, Daddy!" she exclaimed dramatically when he had begun to lower his zipper. "What are you doing?"
Ross unzipped his fly and reached in and pulled his huge cock out.
Jill gasped in mock-surprise and put her hands up to her mouth. Christy mimicked her sister, staring in shock at Daddy's upheld prick.
"Oh, Daddy!" Jill said with an exaggerated lilt to her voice. "You have the best toy-a big lard cock!"
Jill reached out and tentatively touched Ross's naked prick for the benefit of the camera.
"Gee, Daddy," Christy said. "We can play lots of fun games with a big hard cock for our special toy."
She rubbed her hand up and down her father's prick in long slow strokes. Christy could feel the eye of the video camera watching every move. And she loved it.
"Oh, Daddy," Jill said. "Touching your big cock makes my little mouth water." She licked her lips. "Please let me suck it!"
Christy frowned. Her sister was stealing her lines. She shot Jill a grim stare that she didn't think the camera could see.
But Jill was already bending over to suck Ross's upheld prick. And Christy watched as her sister beat her to it.
Christy hurriedly leaned forward and copied her sister's actions. They met on either side of his big round cockhead and immediately began to kiss and lick and suck it.
Jill moaned lustily, using her extended tongue in wide dramatic strokes. And Christy, not to be outdone, moved her head to cover her side of Daddy's delicious cock even farther.
Christy lovingly licked from his bulging cockhead down to where the thick cockshaft jutted from his pants. And when she started her upward lick, she cast a glance straight into the camera's lens.
A rush traveled through her body as she licked Daddy's cock faster.
Jill's mouth was everywhere. She gingerly painted Ross's prick with her warm spit, ignoring Christy completely.
But the young blonde kept track of everything Jill's mouth did to his huge cock-and Christy tried her best to do it better.
Ross just sat back and watched his two daughters show off their enthusiasm for sucking his cock for the camera.
Jill gripped her father's prick in one hand as she sucked. Christy did the same, her fingers closing tightly around as much of his cockshaft as she could reach. Her hand touched Jill's.
The girls exchanged hot stares over the blunt tip of Ross's cockhead.
Christy saw the challenge in her sister's eyes.
She answered it by opening her mouth and taking as much as Ross's big bloated cockhead as she could. She sucked so hard that air squelched wetly from the edges of her lips.
"Daddy, Dear," Jill said up to his face. She left her hand on his cock as she spoke, sliding her hand up and down on his cockshaft. "Sucking your big cock makes me so hot. Can I please take my clothes off?"
Ross nodded.
"Oh, thank you, Daddy!"
Jill let Christy go on trying to force her little mouth to swallow his cockhead. But Jill seemed to steal the show again when she straightened up and crossed her arms low. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off her body with a fluid motion.
Christy looked up and saw Jill's bare tits bobbing for the camera. The young blonde cursed under her breath.
Jill pretended to act shy, covering her stiff nipples with her hands.
"Do you like my titties, Daddy?" Jill asked.
She took her hands away from her nipples and slipped her palms under the full lower curves of her tits. She lifted them and let them settle. And her body was turned profile so that Daddy and the camera lens could both see her well-grown tits.
"They're very pretty, honey," Ross said.
Christy's heart sank, but then she felt his hand on her head. "Both of Daddy's girls are very pretty."
Christy moaned around his stiff cock, sucking harder than ever.
Christy let her sister go on showing off her tits. She was busy with his cock. She changed positions so that she was kneeling on the couch with her ass held high. She used both hands to squeeze and rub Daddy's cockshaft while her mouth went wild on the big purple cockhead.
She could hear Jill whining about being hot, posing with her bare tits so they stuck out within Christy's range of vision.
But Christy could feel Ross's huge prick straining in her hands and her wildly sucking mouth. She knew that the camera was recording every lurching mouthful and every urgent stroke of her hands.
She tried to be quiet. She added speed to her hands, vibrating both of them spaced apart so that his cockhead wiggled in her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could. After a moment, she was sure she could taste a drop of cum.
Christy sucked greedily. She wanted it all.
"See my pussy, Daddy?" Jill was saying.
Christy could see out of the corner of her eye that Jill's hands were on the hem of her short pleated skirt. As the blonde watched, Jill lifted her skirt.
Ross Moore and his video camera watched Jill's bare cunt. And Christy pumped her hands and sucked, as if her life depended on it, secretly trying to steal all his cum for herself.
Ross was gasping as he told Jill that her pussy was pretty. Christy saw Jill look down to where her mouth was devouring his cockhead. And just as Jill leaned over to join her-her mouth was filled with a huge load of cum.
Christy pulled her mouth away just far enough so that his sudden bursts of thick white cock-cream splashed all over her face. She stole a glance to the camera as she wiped her cheeks on his gushing cockhead, looking amazed.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried, loud enough for the camera to hear her plainly. She lapped up his cum and drank it happily. "Cock-candy! My new favorite treat!"
She pumped more of the stuff from his cock, ignoring her big-titted sister.