Daddy's slut girl(24)

Emily unpinned his diaper and drew it off. Cindy stared in disgust at his erect prick. Even stiff, it was tiny, the smallest cock she'd ever seen. No more than three inches long, it was wormy-white, skinny, and had an ugly little red knob which drooled sticky slime. His crotch bush was composed of straggling wet dark hairs; his balls were shriveled and red.

"Blow him," said Emily.

"What?" asked Cindy. She didn't know what the term meant.

"Oh, you fool," Emily said impatiently. "Take his cock in your mouth and suck on it."

Cindy almost turned green. She didn't want to do it, she just couldn't! "N-N-Noooo," she whimpered.

The whip cracked on her bare shoulder, and Cindy howled with pain. Calvin laughed. "Naughty girl," he said, grinning at her. "You better do what Mommy says."

Cindy agreed. She was proud of her perfect young body, and she didn't want it scarred. Anything was better than that, choking back her sobs, she got on her knees, bent over Calvin, and slowly sucked his ugly, reeking prick into her mouth.

"Eeeeee!" Calvin squealed like a stuck pig as he felt his stiff meat slipping into the silky wet nest of her mouth. When Cindy began sucking on his cock, he continued to squeal, but there was a mixture of pain and delight in his cries. Cindy knew why when she heard the crack of the whip.

Emily was standing behind him, whipping his bare ass again and again.

Cindy couldn't imagine what he got out of that, but he obviously loved it. She concentrated on her task, sucking his stiff wet meat as fast as she could, trying to ignore the revolting sticky slime that dribbled from his hard cock-head onto her tongue. Although she'd never sucked cock before, never even heard of the practice, she could figure out that the sooner he came, the sooner her torture would be over. She wanted to get that slimy, revolting dick out of her mouth as fast as possible. She sucked hard, ravenously.

She heard Emily whimpering, and she looked up to see what was happening. Emily, her red hair flying, continued to lash her brother's pale skinny ass with the whip, but with her other hand she'd unzipped her jumpsuit right down to her crotch. Cindy could see her vast crisp copper-colored beaver, which covered nearly the whole lower half of her belly. Emily had her hand down there, her middle finger extended over her fat red clit. She was frigging herself furiously all the time she whipped her brother.

Cindy heard Calvin give a particularly piercing howl, and then suddenly she was choked by a massive flood of jism. He jerked his squirting cock furiously, again and again, in her mouth, coming right into her throat. She couldn't spit it out, so she was forced to swallow it.

To distract herself from this nauseating experience, she looked up to see what Emily was doing. Just then Emily dropped the whip and feverishly tore at her leather jumpsuit, tugging it down over her chunky middle-aged body. She let it fall to her ankles and stood there naked, her enormous long tits waving heavily. She snatched up the whip again and, thrusting her crotch forward, jammed the thick black handle right up the furiously creaming mouth of her cunt.

"Aaaaggghhh!" she howled.





CHAPTER SIX




Calvin sank back with a blissful little gurgle, his limp wet prick slipping from Cindy's lips. The girl wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but she didn't move, didn't take her wide blue eyes off Emily Trout.

Emily stood at the foot of the bed, her vast red beaver thrust forward, her mannish face distorted with sensual pleasure. She was ramming the thick black wooden whip handle up and down in her streaming twat, fucking herself almost brutally with the stiff weapon. As Cindy watched in horrified fascination. Emily shrieked like a wounded animal and began to come, her greedy twat plunging convulsively up and down the gleaming juice-soaked handle of the whip. She waved and writhed around the rigid stick, and at last she let it drop to the floor as she fell forward onto the bed.

Cindy waited. There was nothing else to do. Calvin seemed to have dozed off, but presently Emily raised her head and studied Cindy coolly. "You're good," she said, "the best one we've had so far. I think we'll keep you awhile."

Emily went and opened a dresser drawer and took out a small phial of pills. She handed one of the capsules to Cindy, along with a glass of water. "Take that," she said. "You'll sleep all day tomorrow and get a good rest. Then we can play again."

Cindy dutifully popped the pill into her mouth and took a drink of water. Emily waited till the girl's head began to nod, and then she lifted her drowsy brother in her arms, apparently without effort, and carried him from the room.

Cindy popped the pill out from under her tongue and threw it away. She gathered up her laundered clothes, dressed as fast as she could, and climbed out the window. She'd thought anything was better than going back to Pop, but staying with this weird brother and sister had to be just as bad. She'd take her chances on Miss Trout catching up with her. Luckily she hadn't given the woman her last name.