"Chained daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Howard Randy)

CHAPTER THREE

Cain's children stared at him as he roared the command. Connie in horror and Timothy with glee. Connie spun around from her father to see her brother swaggering toward her, his cock and balls bouncing above his open fly. Timothy's cock measured five knobby inches, the foreskin worked back around a pale pink cockhead. The whole glans glistened from the moisture leaking from the hole and worked back by his jerking off.

Timothy stepped over Connie's legs, holding his prick. He pushed his hard-on against his frightened sister's lips. Connie made a face and tried to turn away, and her father yelled at her again.

"Constance! Suck Timothy's cock!"

"Suck it, Connie!" Timothy laughed. "Father says you have to suck my cock!"

Connie stared at her brother's skinny prick, her face wrinkled with disgust. She thought she was going to be sick as he stabbed his cock against her lips. His small balls were tight against his groin, his cockhair skimpy and scattered in half a dozen small clumps. His legs were so skinny they looked like matchsticks.

"Suck it, damn you!" cried Timmy, growing angry. "Father says you have to suck it!"

"Take him, Constance!" warned Cain. "Accept Timothy's cock or receive something far more terrifying!"

He brandished his own still-hard prick. Timothy's ass twitched in anticipation of pleasure and his shorts fell against Connie's thighs. He prodded his prick against her lips again, trying to break through her teeth.

"Suck my cock, damn you! Suck it!"

Connie surrendered with a sigh. She wrapped her hands around the boy's small ass and sucked his cock into her mouth, taking it all of the way. The throbbing cockhead barely reached to the back of her throat as Timothy began to pump. He thrust violently in his fucking motions, Connie mouthing his distasteful prick. Her face burned with shame but she sucked with all of her strength, hoping she could finish him off quickly.

And in less than a minute Timothy gasped, looking over his shoulder toward his father. "Oh! Oh, Father! She's done it! I'm… coming!"

The boy stabbed again, banging the head of his cock against the roof of Connie's mouth. Then he grabbed her head with both hands, digging his fingernails into her hair. His seed spurted, several short, bitter blasts that trickled over her tongue.

"Oh, Father!" Timothy sighed, sagging away. "That was good! Thank you for making Connie suck my cock!"

Connie fell away from her brother, making a face at his terrible taste. His cum ran down her throat, and she turned away, to be sick. She retched once, and Cain's bare foot slammed into her back, knocking her flat onto the sand.

"Owwwww! Don't do that!" cried Connie.

"Silence, whore!" ordered her father. "You swallow Timothy's semen! Or you'll receive something you like a great deal less!"

Naked from the waist down, he looked foolish with his shirt and his tie. His cock had softened. It hung limp over his balls, although it seemed as big as when it was hard.

"Perhaps you'd prefer this!" he said.

"What – oh God! No, Daddy!"

Connie gasped in horror as her father grabbed his cock, lifting it from his balls in his fingers. He worked the foreskin back from the glans, pointing the cockhead at his daughter. Connie tried to roll away and his foot shot out again, knocking her back. She fell into the sand, which dug into the crack of her ass and into her cunt.

"Please, Daddy!" begged Connie. "Don't!"

"I will!" he cried. "I'll do anything I please to you, whore! Take this!"

Timothy stared, not understanding what his father planned. Then a thick jet of yellow piss shot out from the head of Cain's cock. Connie tried to turn away and the first blast of piss slammed into her ear, quickly running down the side of her face. It trickled warm over her neck, some going down her back to the crack of her ass and some going down over her tits.

"Daddy!" screamed Connie, frightened. "Please!"

"I do please!" he countered. "Piss on her, Timothy! Piss all over the bitch!"

Cain moved around until his stream of piss was blasting straight into Connie's face. He worked his cock like a hose, spraying it down against her tits, then back up again. He swallowed, concentrating on pissing as Connie sobbed uncontrollably.

"Hurry, son!" said Cain. "Piss on her!"

Timothy stared, shocked. Then the malicious grin spread across the boy's face again and he hurried to join the fun. His cock was still hard, and he made a face as he forced his first blast of piss out through the urethra. It was less than half asthick as his father's stream, but Connie instantly caught the rank stink as Timothy pissed into her face. The boy pushed his cock down, making the piss go down her body, over her tits and against her cunt.

"Drown her, son!" cried Cain. "Drown the bitch!"

His own stream of piss hadn't diminished a bit. Now he showered it against Connie's cunt, with Timothy, and then showered the girl's face and her mouth. Connie tried to turn away as the foul stuff stung her eyes and splashed into her nostrils, but he kicked her in the side.

"Look at us while we piss on you, whore!" ordered Cain. "Look at our cocks!"

Now he was pissing against her lips. The stuff sprayed up into her nose. Connie gasped for breath and a shower splashed into her mouth. A moment later Timothy did the same, father and son pissing together into the helpless girl's mouth. Connie was forced to swallow, forced to drink it down into her stomach.

"Oh, please!" She sobbed steadily, her hands stiff behind her for support. Timothy continued to piss into Connie's mouth until his stream at last died to a trickle. Then the boy shook the last few drops out against her tits and belly. Her father's piss was weakening as well. He pointed it down at her belly, flooding her crotch.

"Oh, God! Don't, Daddy!" cried Connie. "Please don't! I'm sorry, I won't do it again! I won't fuck again!"

Her father shook his cock, his drops nearly three times as big as Timothy's. He sighed when there was no more piss to come, rubbing his balls. Cain licked his lips and worked his throat as he studied his piss-soaked daughter. Every inch of her body was covered, her hair drenched.

"Get dressed!" ordered her father. "No, whore! Leave the towel! Dress as you are!"

Still sobbing, Connie crawled after her swimsuit. She managed to stagger to her feet, although she nearly collapsed when she lifted a foot to draw on the swimsuit. From the corner of her eye she saw Timothy laughing at her as the boy stuffed his cock and balls back inside his shorts. Her father was dressing as well. He had his clothes back on while Connie was still trying to tug her suit over her hips. He worked his belt back into his trousers and buckled it, then studied Connie while she managed to work the suit back into place.

"Put the blanket around your shoulders, Constance," said her father. "I don't want the world to see our shame."

Connie obeyed his order. She could smell the stink of their piss on her body. Timothy's seemed worse, rank. She stumbled after her father, the last of the piss trickling down her legs. They splashed through the surf, cleaning away some of the mess. But the stink was deeper than her skin or her clothes.

Roger was gone from the beach when they reached it. Connie stayed as far away from people as she could, sure they could smell her, knew what had happened to her. Cain found where he had left his shoes and socks and jacket by Timothy's beach blanket. He told the boy to bring the stuff and led the way up the cliff stairs to his car.

Twenty minutes later the car was in the back yard of their house. Timmy scurried into the house ahead of his father, leaving Connie to bring up the rear. The girl started for her room.

"Constance!" His voice was still angry. "Where are you going?"

"To… to the bathroom, Daddy," she answered. "To take a shower."

"You will not shower! Timothy, bring me a sharp knife."

The boy obeyed quickly, and Cain took the knife, approaching Connie. She stared in horror as the blade moved closer and ripped up through her suit. The wet fabric fell away, leaving her naked again. Her hands went automatically to cover her tits, then fell against her cunt.

"What are we gonna do to her now, Father?" asked Timothy.

"What would you like to do to her?" answered Cain.

"Fuck her!" The boy's eyes shone. "Can I? Please?"

"Certainly, son." Suddenly his foot shot out, tripping Connie. The girl fell off-balance, gasping as her hip cracked the kitchen linoleum. "Be my guest."

"Oh, please!" cried Connie. "No more, Father!"

"Silence, whore! Fuck her, Timothy!"

Timothy quickly worked off his shoes and socks, stripped off his shorts and underpants together, and then his t-shirt. His nibs were scrawny, his nipples tiny white nubbins in his bony chest. Connie shook her head in horror, but moved her legs apart as he came to her and fell to his knees between her thighs.

"Open up, Connie!" demanded the boy. "Raise your ass so I can stick my cock in you!"

Connie's eyes closed in resignation as her hips came off the floor, her feet flat on the floor for support. Timothy moved closer, wrinkling his nose at the smell of the piss on her body. But his cock was even harder than before, and a little piss wasn't going to stop him from shoving his cock into his sister's cunt.

"Oh, Father!" cried the boy. "She's tight!"

Timothy slammed his knobby cock all of the way into Connie's sopping cunt, bottoming out on the first stroke. She felt the boy's bony pelvis against her hips as he began to fuck, furiously. His white ass flashed up and down before his father's eyes, driving his young cock as deep as it would go into her body.

"Oh, God!" sobbed the girl. "Please… don't! Ohhhhh, don't… ohhhhhhh!"

Something strange was happening. Timothy's cock was barely a toothpick after her father's huge prick, but he was drawing excited reponses from the walls of her cunt. His small prick stabbed across her clit and rubbed through the top of his sister's cunt. At the same time the boy's finger grabbed her nipples, twisting them and pinching them into hot erections.

"Oh!" cried Connie. "Oh, yes! Yes, Timothy! Do it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Yes!" cried the boy, with glee. "I'm fucking you, Connie! I'm fucking you!"

He pumped wildly. His first load had spilled into her mouth. He could take his time now, delighting in the sensations coursing through his groin. His balls seemed to swell, were hot beneath his throbbing cock. He pumped his cock as deep into his sister's cunt as he could make it go. And now Connie was pushing up each time he fell, fucking back against the boy's prick.

"Oh, yes!" cried the girl. "Yesssssss! Fuck me! Fuck me, Timothy! Fuck meeeeeee!"

Cain stared in disgust at the sight of his fucking son and daughter. But his cock was standing hard in his trousers again. He rubbed the erection through the fabric, gasping as his palm slid across the cockhead. He licked dry lips and swallowed, his hands working his fly open, undoing his buckle. The pants came down, were kicked off. The shorts followed, and then the tie and the shirt, leaving him naked.

"Fuck ME!" cried Connie, again and again. "Fuck me! Shove it in me! Make me feel it!"

"Yes!" sobbed Timothy, fucking as hard as he could. "Yes!"

Cain moved closer to the children, stood beside Timothy's thrusting white ass. He stared down at Connie's unseeing eyes as Timothy thrust one final time and came. The boy held himself down in his sister's cunt while his balls spilled his seed into her belly. Then he collapsed, his face falling against her tits.

"Oh, don't stop!" cried Connie. "Fuck me, Timothy!"

"Ohhhhhhh!" The boy sighed in exhaustion. "I can't!"

"You have to!" Connie thrust her groin up against the boy. "Damn you! You have to fuck me!"

"Ow!" Timothy gasped as she squeezed down on his softening cock. "That hurts – oh! Father!"

Suddenly Cain caught Timothy's hips, pulling the boy off Connie. The girl shook her head to clear her vision, and saw her father's naked body standing astride her hips. His cock was as hard as before, but now she could see his hairy chest and belly. Two dark circles of hair surrounded the brown nipples, the hair running down in a thick patch that reached all the way to his balls.

"Daddy! Please, Daddy!" she cried. "Do it to me!"

"Bitch!" Cain sneered at his daughter. "Open your mouth, whore! Open it!"

Suddenly he dropped to his knees, kneeling heavily on her shoulders. Connie gasped at the new pain as he leaned forward, supporting himself on stiff arms. His cock pointed straight at her face, and now he moved his knees back, down by her hips, leaning down to stab his cock against her frightened lips.

"No! Daddy, don't – gaggghhhhhhh!"

Connie choked as the massive cockhead slammed between her teeth, pushing her tongue back into her throat. She tried to twist away, but his cock was too hard to let her turn from it. Cain's belly trembled as he ground his groin against his daughter's face, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

"Take it, bitch! Suck my cock! Suck it!" cried Cain.

Connie tried to protest but could make nothing more than a grumbling noise in her throat. He pushed down the sheer force of his burning hard-on, stabbing it deep into her throat. He broke through the barrier, moved into her gullet, forcing Connie to take him.

"Yes!" cried her father. "Yes! Suck my cock!"

Timothy stared, frightened now, as he saw his father's cock slowly disappear into Connie's mouth. Half of it was in now, the huge cockhead stretching her throat. The boy could see its progress as Cain worked farther into the girl. Now almost three-quarters of his prick was in her throat, Connie's hands and feet convulsing against the floor.

"Oh, suck!" cried the man. "Suck! Suck! Suck!"

Connie had no choice. She couldn't fight him. She could only take his prick into her mouth, all of the way into her body. Unable to breath and afraid she was going to pass out, she stabbed up against him. Suddenly her lips were in his cockhair, pressed tight against his groin. The man's balls dropped over Connie's chin, dangling against her throat.

"Oh, Jesus!" He gasped for breath, his hair hanging wildly over his face. "Dear Jesus!"

"She's got it, Father!" cried Timothy. "She's got all of your big cock in her throat!"

"Yes!" Cain shook his head in disbelief and Connie writhed beneath him. "She does have it!"

"She loves it!" said the boy. "Look at her go!"

Connie heard her brother's words, but her writhing was in pain and fear. The huge cock had her throat nailed to the floor. Cain held over his daughter another few seconds, and pulled back until only his cockhead was within her teeth.

"Oggghhhhm! Gaggghhhhhhh!"

Connie moaned beneath him, twisting her head as she gasped in breath through her nostrils. Her eyes opened and tried to focus on her father's hairy groin, but all she saw was red haze. She swallowed, her throat aching terribly, and moved her tongue across the cockhead. She was trying to push it out of her mouth, but the tip of her tongue moved into the hole in the glans. Cain gasped.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Suck my cock, girl! Suck it!"

Her jaws were stretched painfully. Connie worked them against her father's cockhead, her tongue laving the surface of his burning meat. He began to stab into her throat again, moving slowly. This time he wasn't trying to impale her, or rip her open.

"Suck me, Constance!" he cried, with pleasure. "Suck my big cock! Suck it!"

Trapped, Connie knew she must please him or suffer terribly. Her hands came up, her shoulders aching, to rest against his hairy thighs. As he pushed his cock deeper into her throat she sucked with all of her strength, her hands stroking his legs. Her fingers rode lightly over his skin, moved up to his ass.

"Oh, yes!" He gasped. "Yes! Good! Oh, God. it's good!"

Connie sucked against her father's huge cock, her teeth nibbling on his shaft. She could feel the beat of his heart in the great vein as her tongue moved across the bottom of his prick. Her vision was clearing now, she could see his belly clearly. His balls came down almost far enough to bounce off her chin when he shoved his cock into her throat. Connie brought one hand down to capture his testicles, rolling the massive eggs in her fingers.

"Oh, God! Yes! Suck… sssssuck! Suck my cock!" Cain was rolling his head around on his shoulders as he worked against Connie's greedy mouth. "Suck my cock, girl!"

Connie's legs drew back, her feet coming up against her ass. Her cunt gaped open hungrily as her ass rose off the floor. She sucked her father's cock to please him, but she wanted something in her pussy! Even Timothy's cock would do now, as much as she hated the brat!

Timothy stared at his sister's writhing body as his father thrust his cock halfway into Connie's throat. The boy's own cock was still hard. But it ached, and he didn't understand what Connie wanted when she pushed her pussy toward him. The girl was tearing at the man's ass now, raking her father with her fingernails. She was trying to make him pump faster, make him cum so she could cry out her need.

Cain's heart beat faster and faster as he worked his cock against his daughter's throat. The head was swollen larger than ever, throbbing with the beat of his heart. The blood was heated almost to boiling and now his balls drew up against his groin again. Wild with desire, Connie wrapped her hands around his ass, trying to pull him deeper. If she couldn't have cock in her cunt, she wanted him to choke her to death!

"Oh, God!" cried the man. "God! Ohhhhhhh, yes! Take it, Constance! Take my cock! Take… my… come!"

She felt the blast of cum pushing through his shaft. It worked up slowly, oozed at first from the hole in the cockhead. Then the second spurt exploded into her throat, and his thick, rich cum spilled out to soothe her raw throat, filling her until it spilled out of the corners of her mouth.