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CHAPTER TWO

The deep voice roared out over the fucking children like the blast of an angry God. Roger froze with his hands caressing Connie's arms. His cock was still spurting the last of his cum into her welcoming cunt. The hair on his neck rose in fear as he slowly looked around.

"Mr. Cain!"

"Daddy!"

Connie's gasp came at the same instant. Her fists doubled to push Roger away. He resisted a moment, their bellies glued together by their sweat. Their pubic patches were tangled together.

Then he retreated from Connie's cunt, his cock dropping out with a loud plop. It fell between her legs as Roger scooted back, trying to cover himself from her father's eyes when he jumped to his feet and turned around to face the furious man.

"You filth!" Thomas Cain roared the insult, one hand raised to strike out at the children and trembling with his anger. He wore a white shirt and tie, his shirtsleeves and trousers rolled up to his knees.

"How dare you defile this holy day?" demanded Connie's father. "You do this… this sinful thing on Sunday!"

Connie shivered with fear, unable to answer her father's angry words. Then, skulking behind him, she saw the smirking face of her thirteen year old brother, Timothy. Now she knew why her father had come to the cove. Timothy had brought him. The little bastard! She'd get him for this.

"Get up, whore!" roared her father. "Get dressed!"

Disgust wrinkled Cain's face as the naked children jumped to their feet. They scurried around, looking for their abandoned swimwear. Roger spotted his trunks at last, where he had tossed them, a dozen feet away from the blanket. His ears and neck burned as he moved to retrieve them, his damn cock still half-hard. It stuck out in front of him like a burning beacon.

"Sir, I…"

"Silence, boy!" warned Cain. "Your parents will deal with you! I want you gone from my eyes!"

Timothy, standing carefully behind his father, sneered as Roger managed to roll his trunks over his hips. Roger flopped his cock out of the way. The damn thing still pushed the waistband of his trunks out from his belly, advertising his shame. He looked at Connie, who was still struggling with her wet swimsuit, and fled.

Connie saw Roger run into the surf. He splashed around the rocky bluff to disappear without looking back. Connie's eyes moved back to her father and her brother. She glanced down at Timothy's pants. His walking shorts tented out from his crotch. The little bastard had a hardon! Which at least proved he had a cock. Until this moment, Connie would have bet he had a Bible between his legs, rather than normal sex equipment. He was such a sanctimonious little sonofabitch!

"Constance!" said Cain, dangerously.

Connie looked around at her father – saw him removing his belt from his trousers. The girl sucked in breath as he doubled the strap around his hand. The buckle was trapped in his palm as he swung the belt. It made a loud cracking noise against his other hand. The noise startled the curious gull, who had returned.

"Daddy…"

"Silence, whore!" he roared, cutting off her words. He moved a step closer, the leather strap swinging back and forth. "That you have brought such shame to my house!"

The belt came up over his shoulder, the doubled strap slipping loose. "Thank the Lord your mother died before she could see this terrible thing!" cried her father.

Crack! The leather strap flew out straight, the tip breaking the sound barrier and making a noise like a gunshot. The belt tip lashed against Connie's shoulder, stunning the girl into standing still. She came to attention, her swimsuit forgotten and dragging from her fingers.

"I… reject thee! Daughter of… Satan!"

Crack! Again the belt lashed out, the tip catching one of her nipples. Connie cried out at the pain. She dropped her swimsuit and wrapped her arms around her tits.

"Owwwwwww! Don't! No, please! Daddy!"

Cain ignored his daughter's pleadings. He moved a step closer, lashing the belt quickly now. The leather cracked and cracked again, the strap painting broad white stripes about her arms and hips and ass. The marks moved down to Connie's thighs as she doubled over, tried to dance away. But she knew better than to leave the blanket, or move out of his reach.

"How… dare you… do… this to the… memory… of your… sainted mother?"

Each gasp for breath punctuated another lick of the belt. Cain gasped with the exertion of whipping his daughter, sweat streaming down his face. His shirt was dark beneath his armpits, his bare toes digging into the sand.

"Bitch!" he cried. "Whore bitch!"

Connie sniffled and sobbed. She cried constantly as he continued to whip her with his belt, turning from side to side and offering a better target to his aim. Soon every exposed part of her body stung with the stripes of the belt.

"Whore!" cried Cain. "Bitch! Harlot… of Hell!"

"Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…"

Connie moaned as she sobbed his name over and over. Her voice added fuel to his fury, as though in the whipping he could reject her as his daughter, deny her sinful and lust-filled body. Connie's hands covered her cunt, pressed tight together after one lash nearly caught the inner lips. The belt tip tore across the outer lip, burning like fire.

"Oh, God! Please! Please!" she begged.

"Cry, bitch!" her father sneered. "Cry!"

Pain filled Connie's body and her extremities. The girl sobbed, no longer trying to turn away. She faced her father, accepting the terrible beating. Her head bent low, and her eyes saw Timothy making faces behind his father as he laughed at her. The boy repeatedly rubbed his erection, his tongue darting out of the corner of his mouth. He was becoming sexually aroused by the beating. His eyes stared, his nostrils dilating. His breath came in shorter and shorter gasps.

The belt fell to Cain's side.

The man wiped his forehead, his chest heaving violently against his shirt. The top button of his trousers had worked open under the fury of his vengeful blows. Connie stared at her father dully. She saw his zipper come open without being touched, forced down by a growing pressure behind it. Cain stared at Connie, licking his lips as his trousers peeled away. They came open, gaping, to reveal his hard cock. It strained the fabric of his jockey shorts.

Connie tried to speak. "Daddy…"

"Shut up, brat!" roared her father. "You'll speak when I tell you to open your mouth!"

Cain wiped his mouth and licked his lips. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. His other hand opened slowly, the belt falling to the sand as his fingers moved to his belly. He became aware of his open fly and glanced down, studying himself. His cock stood completely hard, pushing the elastic of the undershorts out against his shirt tail.

"No!" Connie read his intention in his eyes. "No, Daddy! You can't!"

Connie fell away as her father moved closer to her and tripped over the edge of the blanket. She sat down, hard, the belt stripes across her belly jarred into hurting again. Tears streamed down the girl's face as she watched her father peel his trousers down his legs and step out of them.

"Daddy!" she cried, in fright.

"Shut up, whore!" ordered her father. "You want to fornicate, you shall do it! Look at me!"

He roared the last command as Connie tried to turn her face away from him. His thumbs caught the waistband of his briefs and quickly worked them down. He kicked them off and nine inches of thick cock sprang down from his belly. The weight of the huge prick carried it almost straight out from his groin, even though it was throbbing hard.

"Look at me!" he cried. "Do you like what you see?"

Cain's hands were on his hips, his cock bobbing up and down with each of his words. The great plum-colored glans was circumcised. It seemed to expand with a life of its own. The cockhead was shaped like a shovel or a scoop. The immense hole in the center of the cock stared down at the girl like a third eye. Clear liquid welled in the opening, gathering in a drop that threatened to break loose.

"Do you like it?" he demanded.

Connie shook her head. "N-no!"

"Liar!" he roared. "Lewd and lustful woman!"

Cain stepped closer and reached down to grab Connie's wrist, twisting her hand back against her arm. The girl was forced to stand up. Cain slammed his daughter against his belly. His burning cock was trapped between their bodies. It pushed up against the bottom of the girl's tits.

"You do like it!" he cried. "Tell the truth, whore!"

"Ye-yes!" Connie sobbed. "Yes, Daddy!"

"Then you shall have it!" he said.

Timothy laughed out loud as his father kicked Connie's legs apart, pushing her back. She clutched at him for support, but landed hard on her ass, falling flat on her back. The breath was knocked from her lungs. Before she recovered he fell against her.

"No!" she begged. "Oof! Daddy, you're hurting me!"

"Call me not that name, whore!" he cried. "Speak to me not! I… know you… not!"

The great cock seemed twice as thick as Roger's. And it felt twice as heavy as Cain slammed the cockhead against the entrance to his daughter's cunt. Connie sucked in breath as her father twisted against her, forcing his way through her tightly clenched cunt lips and muscles. Her eyes burned. Connie was afraid to close them or even to blink as she stared up at his hate-filled face. He forced her hands over her head, his feet trapping her ankles.

"Please!" she begged. "You're hurting me! Please!"

"Be still!" warned Cain: "Woman of shame!"

Connie continued to beg but he ignored her pleadings. Cain thrust at her cunt again, working his cockhead through the pudenda to press open the inner ring. He glared without seeing as he concentrated on prying his daughter's body open. The man forced his huge cock deeper, thrusting suddenly when he felt a momentary relaxation of her resistance. Connie tried to gather strength to repel the invader.

"Bitch!" he cried. "Daughter of Hell!"

Cain thrust again and the head of his burning cock broke through. Connie arched her back against her father, impaling herself further on his throbbing prick. He roared with satisfaction as he felt her wet walls move against his cock, lubricating the dry shaft.

"You have it, whore!" he cried. "You have it."

"Oh, God!" Connie sobbed. "No!"

Cain's massive fingers slapped her cheek, slamming Connie's head against the soft sand. Connie saw stars from the slap and heard ringing in her ears. Her head ached from the cruel blow.

"You say not that name, whore!" he ordered.

As he chastised his daughter, Cain's cock thrust again. It pushed up through Connie's yielding passage. The erection bent her clit backwards painfully, his cock completely filling her body. Her cunt walls writhed against the swollen shape of his cockhead. The sensations stabbed fire deep into her gut as he worked deeper and deeper. Now he had pushed more than half of his outrageous prick into her body.

"Owwwwwww! Hurts!" she cried. "It hurts!"

Connie moaned as her father's hips began a slow rotation, drilling his cock ever deeper into her body. The pressure never eased. He never relented as he thrust his cock with all of his strength, trying to split her in half. Connie sobbed… and then sighed with the sensations burning through her guts. She gasped for breath as her legs drew back, her feet rising against his calves. She drew them up to wrap around his thighs. Her hands moved over his back, wrinkling his shirt against the swell of her tits.

"Oh, Daddy! Oh oh ohhhhh! Ahhhhhhh."

Cain sucked in breath as he felt the tremendous pressure his daughter's cunt was bringing to bear against the throbbing head of his cock. His eyes glazed with lust. He stared without seeing as he pushed ever deeper into her hungry pussy. He was oblivious to everything else around him, conscious only of the wonderful milking of his cock.

"Daddy! Oh, yes! Yes!"

"Oh, dear God!" roared Cain. "Dear God!"

He yelled as his cock worked into Connie's cunt. Then he felt a momentary obstruction deep in her body, slowing his penetration. But Connie's cunt lips were crawling up his cock, trying to drag her father ever deeper into her hot hole. Her hands reached down to rake his ass, and up beneath his shirt to raise welts across his back. He was unaware of the stabbing pain as he hesitated a moment. Then he thrust again, stabbing his cock all of the way into her cunt.

"Owwwwwww!" cried the girl. "Jesus Christ in heaven!"

Connie screamed, and thrust back against her father as his cock penetrated her completely. His balls were trapped between her clutching thighs, the pressure sending stabs of pain through him. He grunted and began a slow, automatic withdrawal, her cunt walls clinging desperately to his cock as it came back out.

"Oh, don't!" cried Connie. "Don't pull out!"

"Bitch!" Cain gasped for breath. "Whore! Evil woman!"

He roared the curses with one corner of his mind as his cock came back until it was trapped by the inner ring of her cunt muscles. Connie's pussy clutched him so violently the blood was forced up his cock, into the glans. It swelled alarmingly, like a balloon near to bursting.

"Don't pull out!" cried Connie.

Cain forgot where he was and who she was. He forgot everything except the wonderful sensations that coursed through his burning, painful erection. His arms stiffened and his hands went flat against the blanket as he held himself above his daughter's naked body. He looked down the length of his own body, past his shirt, to see his cockhead pushing her cunt into a perfect circle. He jerked his ass back a fraction of an inch and Connie's cunt sucked loudly and tried to turn inside out.

"Oh,fuck me! Daddy, fuck me! Fuck me!"

Cain gasped again, ignoring her demands. He thought only of his own pleasures as he moved his cock slowly back into Connie's hot cunt oven. His prick slid down into his daughter's eager, greedy pussy. His back was arched, his asscheeks clenched tight together as he drilled deeper and deeper into her body. Gravity speeded his fall, threw him against the yielding cunt and the tender tissues of her mound as he threw himself down as hard as he could.

"Oh fuck!" cried Cain. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Yes!" answered Connie. "YES, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Timothy stared wide-eyed as his father's prick drilled deeper into his sister's belly. The smirk was gone from the boy's face. His hands were inside his shorts, pushing down to grab his own burning prick. He worked it with difficulty, and ripped his pants open, pushing them down. His cock burned as he crouched over and jerked off.

Cain pulled back again, then thrust into Connie's cunt. His movements were coming quicker and quicker as the pace of his fucking picked up Connie worked eagerly against him. Her ass rose each time his cock came down and fell away when he pulled back, increasing the distance and the force of his heavy falls. Her cunt was sopping wet, the juices beaten to a froth by her father's pounding cock. The juice oozed out around the base of his cock to wet his groin when he slammed all the way in.

"Oooooh, God! Fuck me, Daddy!" cried the girl.

"Yes!" he answered. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck!"

Father and daughter fucked together, rocking back and forth as he slammed down. Connie's ass dug a trough into the sand beneath the blanket. She reached for her father's neck and tried to drag his mouth down to hers. She wanted to kiss him, to stab her tongue deep into his mouth. She felt his cock swelling. It grew larger as blood rushed into the tissues, heated and hurting with the fury of their fucking. His balls drew against his groin, pulled tight by the cremaster muscles. His sac was wiry against her thighs as he plunged deep enough to split Connie open.

"Oh!" he cried. "Oh, Christ! No! No!"

He roared out his reluctance to finish as he felt his balls working. The tingling signal in his belly meant he was at the point of explosion. Something told him to pull back, to withdraw before he spilled. But Connie's cunt milked the shape of her father's cock and refused to release him.

The first shot of semen blasted out of his prick, deep into her body. Then Cain slammed down again, and again, burying himself completely within the girl's cunt as his balls erupted, boiled over.

"Ohhhhhhh, God!" he sobbed. "God!"

Cain fell heavily against Connie's body as he felt the last quiver of his cock. His eyes closed for a moment as he buried his prick completely within her hungry body. Connie's hands gently stroked her father's back as the girl moaned, her belly rumbling and sucking against the still throbbing shape of his beautiful big prick.

"Oh, Daddy! That was beautiful! Beautiful!"

Connie's face was beneath his chin. She licked his neck with her tongue, the stubble of his beard scratching the sensitive organ. Both father and daughter were coated with their stinking sweat. Cain rode up and down on Connie's body as her tits rose and fell with her breathing.

"Please, Daddy!" she begged. "Do it again! Fuck me!"

He heard her lament, blinking. His thumbs dug into Connie's arms, his balls falling through the crack of her ass as she pulled her knees back to give him more room. Connie felt his cockhair pushing into the sensitive lining of her cunt. It hurt, but she didn't want him to withdraw.

"Please, Daddy!" she cried. "Fuck me again!"

Cain became aware of Connie's words. He suddenly pulled his cock out of her cunt. He fell beside her on the blanket on his back, sighing as he stared up at the sky. Connie's fingers clutched at her empty cunt, sobbing with despair and with pleasure. Her father's expression of depletion was replaced by a scowl as he glanced toward his son. He saw Timothy still jerking off.

"Timothy!" he roared.

"Oh! Oh, jeez!" Timothy gasped, startled, and drew his fingers away from his cock. He looked around and saw his father's glare of anger.

"Father!" said the boy, weakly. "I…"

"Silence, boy!" roared the man. "Waste not your seed on the ground! That was the sin of Onan! Thrust yourself into the whore's mouth!"