Chapter 7
Christy aimed Ross's gushing prick so that the camera could see her faceful of cum. She gasped in mock surprise, knowing full well that Jill was watching her-beaten to the punch by Christy's hot cocksucking.
The younger daughter pulled and squeezed more cum out of her daddy's cock. Then he flexed and ground his hips on the couch.
A thick bullet of cum shot from his cock. It hit Christy's face and she shut one eye hurried- ly. She felt cum in her hair and all over her face.
Ross stroked her hair. His breathing was ragged. But he hadn't even worked up a sweat.
"Go clean up now, honey," he said. He patted her ass in a way that dismissed her.
Christy felt a long drip of cum fall from her chin onto her budding tits.
"No," she said. Christy refused to let go of his cum-slippery prick. She gripped it tighter instead, holding the long thick cockshaft possessively.
"Christy," her father said, his voice rising.
Christy noticed that Jill was watching her with a grin. She gave the older girl an open stare of determination.
Her hands stayed on his cock. She lovingly rubbed one slippery cheek on the cockhead. Daddy's teardrop-shaped cum-hole drooled white.
"I want Daddy's new toy," she said, glancing at the camera. "In my virgin pussy. Fucking me and fucking me."
His hand made contact with her asscheeks again-harder. The sharp slap was loud enough to make Christy jump.
"Do what I tell you," Ross said. "Or you get a real spanking!"
Christy's cum-smeared chin stuck out petulantly. In the back of her mind, she was aware of a tingling in her pussy at the mention of spanking. And her tightly confined asscheeks yearned to get out of the too-small cut-offs. And all this attention was just what Christy had wanted all along.
But no was all she said.
Jill snorted. The older girl had figured out what Christy was up to. But Christy didn't care. She still gripped Daddy's cock. And the camera still whirred softly, its glass eye seeing everything.
So Christy kept the pouting expression on her face.
Daddy's dark brows lowered. "Very well young lady. I warned you."
Christy tried not to smile. She tried to look afraid instead. She took her hands off his rubbery cockshaft and it fell in a curve down over one thigh.
He told her to stand up.
She did. Without waiting for further orders, she started to unbutton her tiny shorts.
"Are you going to spank my bare bottom?" she asked. She tried not to grin.
"No. I'm going to whip the shit out of your insolent ass with my belt."
He reached down, grabbed the buckle, then whipped the belt free of his waist all at once.
Christy's mouth opened. Her hands froze on her cut-offs. And the sight of the long-plaited leather belt made her gulp.
"But, Daddy," she whined. "I didn't really mean to-" "Shut up!"
Christy's mouth snapped shut. She eyed the belt in his hand, then she glanced at Jill.
Jill shrugged her bare shoulders so the tips of her tits jiggled. She gave Christy a look that told her not to even hope for sympathy. And then she let her younger sister see the smile she had been hiding.
Christy sighed. Jill was going to enjoy this.
"Pull down your pants right now, young lady," Ross said to his open-mouthed daughter.
He watched impassively as she hurriedly undid her shorts and yanked them down from the sides. Her bare pink pussy came into view.
Christy swallowed hard. Her shorts fell down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. She looked at Ross's naked cock, there was no sign that it had reawakened.
"Now get on your knees and bend over," he said coldly.
He stood up. His cock hung out of his pants.
Christy almost chanced to reach out and grasp it. She thought that if she could suck his cock again, he would forget the belt in his hand. But he slapped the looped leather belt against his upturned palm.
She bent over with her heart-shaped ass pointed to the camera, and she leaned against the cushions of the couch. She looked up and Jill was watching her.
Christy shot her sister a look that promised revenge for this humiliation.
Daddy's first stinging lash hit her high-arched asscheeks.
She yelped, and before she could take a breath-another loud crack and sharp sting filled her senses.
Christy yelped and gasped for air. Her ass writhed in an involuntary attempt to escape the expected pain.
"Stay still, young lady!" he barked.
Christy sighed, gathering her nerve. She shut her eyes, waiting.
The next stinging lash came just when Christy thought he might be merciful. It surprised her even more because it was harder than the first one.
She gasped through tightly clenched teeth. Her fists clenched. She didn't even want to see the look she knew was on Jill's smug face. She knelt there and took two more hot lashes of his belt on her ass with her eyes tightly shut.
He hesitated.
Christy realized she was holding her breath. She let it out in a frightened whimper, then waited seconds that seemed like minutes.
The next lash had an upswing to it that made Christy cry out. Her burning asscheeks rose way up. And she hovered there until the belt cracked on her tender flesh again.
"Will you obey me?" he asked.
Before she could answer, she felt a sharp stinging pain on her ass. She wailed a long high note of forlorn agony.
"Will you do everything I tell you to do?"
"Yes! Yes, Daddy!"
She gasped when the leather belt brushed her ass. He let the leather touch her gently. The pale flesh of her asscheeks was so sensitive that she gasped as if he had struck her. She looked back toward Daddy and remembered the camera. She could feel her asshole tighten when she realized that it had recorded her pain and her humiliation. Jill had been kneeling behind Ross as he had -~n teasing Christy's ass with the belt. Now, er hands were on Daddy's stiffening cock. Jill pumped and squeezed his huge cockshaft at an angle that let the camera watch everything.
While Christy watched, Jill's hands slipped up his prick and gripped his heavy balls. Then she clamped onto his cockshaft again and stroked up and down every thickening inch in a long exaggerated motion that looked beautiful to Christy.
But when Christy happened to look up at Daddy's face, he was looking straight back at her. And at the moment their eyes met, he snapped the belt across her ass again. And again.
He set up a steady rain of semi-hard strokes.
Christy didn't dare move her reddened ass. But as she knelt and took the sudden punishment, she noticed that it really wasn't anything like pain any more.
Her heart-shaped ass began to move with the anticipated rhythm of his whipping.
Her ass took on a strange glow, and the glow spread to her pussy in a way that made her moan for more.
She glanced back again.
Ross was striking the belt on her buns to the tempo of Jill's hands on his cock and his big hairy balls.
The younger girl watched how Jill stroked Daddy's hardening cock and sank her fingers into his balls and she realized that her pussy was hot and wet from her whipping.
Daddy was ready for a good long fuck.
But the strokes of the black belt continued.
Christy's vision of him and Jill was clouded by the beginnings of tears. Not being able to move was torture. And the strange glow from her ass was making her cunt hot.
She cried out. Her body rocked harder and harder to the rhythm of the belt.
Ross's prick was huge. It stood up past his stomach in a high arc. The veins that patterned the long cockshaft were blue and thick. The big round cockhead was like an overblown balloon, shiny and purple. And Jill's hands were all over it, stroking and rubbing while he whipped his younger daughter's reddened asscheeks.
"Now will you be a good girl?" Ross said suddenly.
Christy caught his next lash on the exposed lips of her pussy. She gasped.
"Y-yes!" she cried. "Yes! Yes!"
She buried her head into the soft cushion. But there were no more blows of the belt. She could feel a crisscrossing of hot lines over the firm ass-cheeks. The whip had charged her hairless cunt with a strong hunger for Daddy's huge hard prick.
She lay flat on the seat of the couch with her ass held high. "Good!" he said.
And he gave her a last sharp crack on the ass with his belt.
Christy's response was to move so that her tight pink cunt was showing between her pale thighs. She was hoping that Daddy's seeming anger would be replaced by a hard punishing fuck.
Her breath heated the cushion of the couch. She waited for another crack of the belt. Instead she heard his commanding voice.
"Christy, get your ass up on the couch. Grab the top of the back of the couch. Yes-just like that."
Christy planted her knees in the soft cushions, then wrapped her fingers around the wooden scrollwork that edged the upholstered back of the couch. She faced the living room wall. She arched back to present her fuck-hole to the video camera and to Daddy's huge stiff prick.
"Now show Daddy how your little virgin cunt fucks."
He gave her a slight tap on the ass with the belt.
"Yes, Daddy." Christy humped her pussy up and down. She pretended that her cunt was stretched tightly around Daddy's huge cock- and that the camera was watching her fuck.
She moaned in short bursts that matched the speed of her rocking ass. As she humped, she noticed that something was touching her asscheeks.
Christy chanced to look down. She could see between her spread thighs that Ross was standing close enough to his humping daughter to touch the head of his cock to her quickly moving flesh.
Christy moaned louder and backed toward his cockhead, still jerking up and down like a ball on a paddle. The rocking motions of her body were rubbing her pussy against his hard cock- and she speeded up even more when she felt his big cockhead push in.
Christy looked down, hanging her head below her shoulders. She could see between the V of her inner thighs that Jill's hands were guiding Ross's huge cock against her ass. And, as the younger girl watched, her sister pushed Daddy's cock down and stirred the big cockhead right into the center of her cunt.
"Fuck me!" Ross shouted.
He leaned forward a fraction. His cockhead slipped in so easily.
Christy was amazed that her flesh yielded so easily. But then she saw that Jill was stirring the cockhead into her cunt, rolling the knob-like ball of hard flesh between Christy's wet pussy-lips.
Christy's cunt was hot and ready from her whipping.
Ross leaned forward again. "Fuck!"
The whip cracked Christy's hovering ass.
She launched into a series of long up-and-down strokes that stirred his huge cockhead in the gripping mouth of her pussy.
"No," Ross said.
The belt snapped against her ass straight toward the wall. Christy tried to get away-and pulled her cunt straight off his cock.
She gasped and pushed with her arms. Her cunt traveled far up his prick, making Christy moan in a rising note.
The belt whipped her ass back off his cock.
Christy slammed forward into the back of the couch faster this time.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he exclaimed every time the belt made her jerk off his huge cock.
Soon Christy felt the sharp cracks of the belt as deep bursts of bliss from her cunt. The transformation spurred her on. She fucked like a racehorse that was being whipped toward the finish line.
Ross let his two daughters do all the work. All he did was to set the pace with his belt. And through it all, Christy could hear the faint whirring of the camera.
Jill's hands gripped his cock and his balls.
Christy's tight pink pussy moved up and down the first few inches below his deeply buried cockhead.
Christy raised her head, pushing her cunt back farther with every ounce of strength she could bring to bear.
Her cunt ate inch after inch of cock-until Christy screamed.
But she set her teeth and kept going. She felt Daddy's cock seem to split her guts apart as it rammed steadily up her overstretched pussy.
She pushed back until the tender mouth of her pussy found Jill's hand gripping his cock near the middle of the long throbbing cockshaft. She winced and pushed again, and Jill's hand moved out of her way.
Christy let her breath out in a gasp, resting for a moment with Daddy's huge cock filling her like that. And then the belt stroked across her ass again. Christy pulled herself toward the living room wall fast.
She could feel her cunt gripping him as his cock slipped out inch by inch. When the tight ring of her pussy-mouth sucked tight around the rim of his cockhead, she pushed her cunt back again.
She fucked in long agonizing strokes, a slave to the tempo of the belt whips on her firm young ass. She lost track of time; she didn't know how long she forced her cock-filled pussy to fuck. She just did it, lost in a haze.
He led her to a quicker pace. Christy's pleading moans were louder, and the only way she could breathe was to time her breaths to her fucking.
Her cunt conformed to every contour of her father's oversized prick. She dragged the sucking mouth of her pussy over the ruddy meat of his cock, she could feel his quickening heartbeat in its strong pulsing. She fucked until Jill's voice brought her out of her pleasured trance.
"Move that virgin cunt-wiggle your ass, you bad girl," Jill said.
The impatience in her voice was punctuated by a rude slap on Christy's ass with Jill's bare hand.
"Hey! I don't-ow! Ouch! Ah!" she yelled.
With her tiny ass suddenly in the grip of Jill's hands. For with every panting breath that Christy could gasp into her lungs to scream back out again, the older girl was twisting and yanking her cock-filled cunt.
Jill knelt behind Christy and leaned against her, using her body for leverage. She turned and twisted Christy's ass from side to side, and Christy felt Ross's stiff cock gouging her.
Christy gripped the polished wood of the couch's back, letting Jill grind her ass on Daddy's huge cock.
She couldn't stop moaning in a shuddering note that never seemed to stop. She tossed her head back, doggedly holding her ground as her cunt twisted and turned on Daddy's prick.
And then she heard Ross's familiar warning growl. As that warning became a roar, Jill pushed Christy off Daddy's cock.
Christy gasped in shock and pain. She slammed into the wall, turning her head to take the impact on her cheek instead of her nose. She lost her grip on the couch.
She felt the warm sticky splashing of Daddy's cum on her ass and cunt. She heard Jill gasping and gobbling. And she imagined the camera recording all the gushing streams of white cock-cream that she couldn't even see.