Chapter 7
Ann sat on top of Skip, looking down at his face. Even though her fantastic orgasm has passed, her cunt still kept clamping down on his cock. To her joy, Skip was still hard! She could feel the knob on the end of his cock-shaft pressing tightly against the end of her pink cunt-tunnel.
"Let's keep on going, Skip," Ann whispered, leaning over to kiss his dry lips. Her tongue slid into his mouth. Her cunt closed even tighter around his stiff prick.
"I'm still hard!"
Skip's voice was shaky and full of wonder. Every other time, after he had shot off, his cock dropped like a stone. But now! He felt like he could fuck all day long!
Ann shed her old blouse. She leaned over and lifted Skip's head. He hungrily sucked on her nipples, his hard cock jerking every time he pulled his head back and drew her stiff nipples out.
Ann pressed her hand under his chin. His teeth sank into her nipple-flesh. She held his jaw shut, thrilling to the sharp pain. His white teeth clamped down on her aroused pink tit bud. Why did pain turn her on? There was not one word about it in her sex book!
She suddenly got up. Her impatient hands ripped her wrinkled skirt off. She looked at his erect cock. With a low hungry moan, she knelt down and began licking his cum and her cunt-juice off his twitching cock. Skip moaned sexily. What a hot bitch this neighbor girl was! His hands slid down to hold his balls and to milk his cock, pushing every drop of his cum up into her mouth. She licked and swallowed, purring like a giant cat.
"I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have left you alone in this house!"
Ann jerked erect like she'd been kicked in the ass. Skip turned white as a sheet. His cock snapped against his stomach as the girl lurched up, staring at her father's angry red face.
"Daddy! Uh-you said you would be late tonight. I-I didn't hear your car come in the driveway."
Ann had never seen him so angry-looking. His face was beet-red. His whole body was shaking. Now, she was in for it! She knew he was jealous and fearful of her fucking around. His face had told her that, at the breakfast table, when Jane teased her about mumbling Skip's name in her sleep.
Ann jumped to her feet. Don's eyes flicked down to her smooth thighs. They were wet with Skip's cum. He took a quick step and slapped her across her face.
"Get up to your room, you little bitch! I'll attend to you in a minute. I'll teach you to listen when I say something to you. I told you to stay in this house, alone!"
Ann touched her stinging cheek. Tears spilled down her face. He had never hit her before. Not once. Out of the blue, an old saying flashed to her mind: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". Hell also hath no fury like a jealous father who just found his daughter sucking on another man's cock! She opened her mouth to try to explain why she was naked and down on her knees with a hard cock in her mouth, but she realized there was no way to make him understand how much she had to have sex. How could any man understand the awful drive that possessed the young teen-ager.
Skip lurched to his feet. "This is my fault, Mr. Miller. I'll take all the blame!"
Don stared at the frightened, naked kid. His fists clenched. He held his arms at his sides with concentrated effort. He wanted to punch out the young stud. He looked down at Skip's thick cock still shiny and wet with his daughter's saliva.
Don grunted. "Take that goddamn hard-on out of my house! I'll be over to talk to your folks about this, after I whack the ass off that horny kid of mine!"
Skip stumbled out of the kitchen. He jammed his shaking legs into his shorts. He pressed his cock up and somehow stepped into his ragged cut-offs. How the fuck could he still be so hard when it looked like there was nothing ahead for him except really big trouble with his parents? He wandered out into the yard like a man in a daze.
Don took the stairs two at a time. He was still boiling mad. His fingers unsnapped his belt buckle. He slipped his belt off and snapped it like a bullwhip.
Ann was standing by her window in her robe, watching Skip walking slowly into his own back yard. She whirled around when her dad came storming into her room. Her eyes widened when she saw the heavy belt in his hand.
"Daddy, I...."
"Shut your mouth. Get on that bed. No! On your hands and knees!"
He slammed her down on the mattress and jerked her up on all fours. He pushed her robe up, exposing her firm round asscheeks. The belt whistled through the air.
"Ow! Daddy! That hurts!"
"It's supposed to, you little slut! Shut your God damn mouth!"
Ann heard the deadly sound of the leather swishing through the air. She braced herself. She yelped with pain as the other side of her ass stung like hell. Now, there was a red "X" on her trembling asscheeks. She bent down, holding her ears. The whistle of that belt whipping through the air was the most horrifying sound she'd ever heard!
Crack! Ann jumped. Crack! He hit lower this time. The backs of her thighs stung like a branding iron had been laid across them. Her ass was on fire! She clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face.
"I told you to stay home by yourself!" Whoosh! Crack! "What do I find?" Snap! "You on your knees sucking a cock!"
Don slipped the belt through his fingers, staring at Ann's flaming-red ass. There was an unholy light in his eyes. He looked at the red slashes on his girl's ass and legs.
His arm rose again. Ann shrieked as the belt slashed down again, whipping across both her trembling asscheeks. He hit her again. Again! The belt flew out of his sweating hand. His broad palm slapped her stinging red ass. He paused. Something about the flesh-to-flesh contact between his hand and her red-welted ass affected him. He looked down at his cock. God almighty! He had the biggest hard-on he had ever seen!
"Don't move an inch," he growled. Ann lay huddled on the bed. Her pillow was soaked with tears. Her ass was numb. The agonizing pain of his first blow had melted into one huge throbbing ache, like she'd had a tooth jerked out of her head without any anesthetic.
Don stripped his clothes off. His cock was pumping hot pre-cum that fell in strings and caught in the hair on his legs. He kicked his slacks and shorts up against the wall. His shirt flew through the air. His cock pointed like a jouster's lance, straight at his daughter's asshole!
"You wanted cock. I'll give you cock! Right up your fucking ass, you little whore!"
His cock slammed into her asshole. Dry! Hard as a stone! Ann screamed. This time, she really let it out. The bedroom echoed with her high-pitched wail of pain.
Don fucked into his daughter's ass like a man gone mad. His cock hurt. It burned. Dry fucking was rough! He was so damn hard, he couldn't believe it. His cock rammed in and out. His balls slapped against her red thighs. His nails dug cruelly into her shrinking flesh.
"Tight! So fucking tight. He didn't put his stinkin' cock up here, did he? Did he? Answer me, you whore!"
"No!" Ann screamed at him. "You came home too soon. That was what we were going to do next!"
"You lousy, no-good, two-bit fuck, you!"
To have his girl get sassy with him blew his mind. He fucked her ass so hard the bed legs snapped off. The old four poster collapsed like the hull of a derelict ship breaking up on the rocks.
He had been able to see his daughter's face, buried in her pillow, he would have ripped her in two with his hard cock. She was smiling! Happy as a fucking lark! The pain of his hard prick smashing into her asshole made her cunt flow quarts of pussy-juice down her legs. Her clit was big and swollen. She dug being dry-fucked up the ass! Waves of pain burned up her spine. Her body flushed a dark red. Her heart beat like a triphammer in her ears.
"Fuck me, daddy," she mumbled.
Don paused. What had she said?
"What's that? Speak up, you tramp!"
Ann turned her head. Very clearly, she said, "I told you to fuck me. Ram your hard cock up my ass!"
Her father crouched behind her, his cock pulsing and jerking madly in her tight asshole.
"Son of a bitch! You like this, you crazy-hot kid!"
"Yes! Yes, I do! Don't stop! Keep fucking me!"
He jerked his cock out of her ass. He leaped off the bed, trembling with frustration and rage. Was there no way to punish this horny bitch!
He slammed her over on her back. His strong hands ripped her robe to shreds. He stared at her flushed, tear-streaked face.
"Get down on your knees!"
"No! I want to be fucked up my ass."
His hand whipped across her face. His fingers twisted in her hair. He jerked her off the bed and forced her down on the rug at his feet.
"Back talk I don't need," he growled. "Suck my cock. Lick your shit off it. Now!"
His right hand belted her across her face. When she didn't move, he slapped her hard across the face four times.
Ann whimpered. Her head rang. She had hoped he might be turned on by the pain in his cock, from dry-fucking her asshole-like she was! But he wasn't like her. He must not dig pain. Now, he was really out of it. There wasn't a single thought in his raging, mad mind except to figure out how to punish her.
She shuffled up to him on her knees. He jammed his hard cock into her mouth.
"Lick it! Suck it! Blow your daddy! Skip loved it so you must be getting pretty good at cock-sucking!" he growled bitterly.
He shoved her head forward and back, his fingers pulling her hair. She choked and began crying again, but he kept fucking his shitty cock into her mouth with wilder and wilder swings of his hips.
Ann bit down hard. Don let out a wild yell. He jerked Ann to her feet. His hand whipped around the back of her neck. His free hand slashed across her tits.
Don was mad beyond words. All he saw was a red haze of anger. Shimmering in that haze was his girl's face. Blurry. Wet. Her lips were drawn back from her teeth in an ugly grimace of pain.
He turned her around, bent her over and aimed a solid kick at her red ass. Her aching body flew through the air and crashed down on the broken bed. Her head slammed against the solid oak headboard. She went out like a cheap light bulb!
Don stood panting, holding his cock. He stared at Ann. Slowly, the red mist cleared away. Oh, God! what had he done? How could he have let his anger take him over?
"Ann?"
No answer. She lay inert, sprawled out like an old empty sack.
"Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry, honey. I ... I...."
Don raced down the hall. He ripped two towels off the rack and soaked them with cold water. He left a wide track of drippings down the hall, over the rug, up her body. He wiped her face and her bruised tits. He dabbed at her soaked pussy and her sunset-red ass. His hands moved tenderly. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding her in his arms, rocking back and forth. Her battered body was turning black and blue.
He sat her on his lap, kissing her neck, murmuring to her. He loved this girl more than any woman on earth. How the hell could he have beat the shit out of her? His hair-trigger temper and his jealousy had done him in. He promised himself never to hit her again. He'd be good to her. He'd let her have all his cock she wanted. Or let his secretary fuck her hot cunt with her damn dildo!
Ann stirred. She came to with strong loving arms holding her. She was naked on her daddy's lap. He was stroking her face. Kissing her. She'd died and gone straight up to heaven! No belt was smashing down on her sore ass. No brutal hands were whipping across her tender tits. Her daddy really did love her!
Her fuzzy mind began working on erotic thoughts the moment she came back to reality. Now, he would fuck her! Now, he'd turn his back to Jane. He would do anything to make up for having beaten her. She knew just what she was going to have him do!