Robert Haill - His Sexpot Sis

"That's enough," John said suddenly. "Enough I said." He stood up and folded his arms across his chest and waited for Jill's head to come up from between Jodi's legs before he went on. "It's late and before we retire we'll all get together as a family and have one last big fuck," he said coarsely.

All eyes were on him. Jill shuffled back and sat on her legs, her eyes questioning him.

"And of course, Kyla," he boomed. "After an, you're more or less family now, my girl. I want to see the children fuck, mother," he said to Jill. "Shawn and Jodi."

"Very well," said Jill quietly. "But what about you and me, and Kyla? Are we just to stand by and watch?"

"No," he answered thickly. "I want you to go and get the toys, Jill," his eyes twinkled.

"The toys?" Jodi sat up and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. "What toys?"

"Go and get them, Jill," hissed John. "Now, everyone down on the floor," he commanded the others and watched sternly until they obeyed.

"Do you think we ought to, John?" asked Jill nervously.

"Yes, get them," he shouted at her.

"I've had enough. You can count me out," cried Kyla, afraid of what was to happen. She didn't understand but she was sure the toys meant something especially unpleasant and she felt John had her specifically in mind for some barbaric treatment.

"You're included," he snapped at her.

"You're crazy. You can't make me stay if I don't want to," she fired back at him and jumped from the bed and ran from the room to find her clothes.

"Come back here," he roared after her.

She darted into Jodi's room and found her underwear strewn across the floor and she pulled on her panties in feverish haste with his voice still hammering in her ears. She grabbed up her bra and quickly strapped it around her, bobbing her breasts into the cups as she hooked it up. The man was mad! They were all mad. She looked around for the rest of her clothes and stopped as he marched into the room.

"Kyla, you have three choices," said John blocking the door. He saw her scared and beautiful and his cock bounced up and down of its own volition.

"Three choices?" she asked through dry lips, telling herself the only way she would get out of the house would be by humoring him.

"I can take you home and report in detail what has gone on here tonight and the part you played in the activities," he said slowly.

"You wouldn't dare," she exploded. "You're too involved. I'm underage. I was a virgin before I came here," she said all in one breath.

"Or I can give you another thrashing to bring you to your senses and make you take part in our final sex act. And I can make you," he said very deliberately.

"My father would kill you if you hurt one hair on my head," she shouted bravely but with very little conviction in her voice.

"The third choice-"

"I don't care. I don't want to know," she screamed.

"Very well, then I'll thrash you, Kyla. I've a heavy hand and your little bottom will feel like it's on fire and you'll beg me to stop, but I won't."

"The third choice," she asked, shivering with fear because she knew he was capable of anything now.

"You'll follow me back into the bedroom and you'll willingly submit to a little sex game we are going to play called pass around the wooden cock."

Her legs trembled so much she felt that at any moment they would collapse from under her.

"Come along, Kyla," he stood to one side from the door, his eyes running up and down her little tight panties and her bulging bra. Partly dressed she looked even more inviting and the fun would be stripping off the wisps of material to get to that olive flesh that he desired so much.

"I'm scared," she howled.

The sperm boiled in his ball bag. There wasn't a man alive that didn't yearn to hear a young girl beg, and that was what she was doing with her imploring eyes and husky moans. Her sulking, wanton mouth was pursed into a plea that he ignored.

"Don't hurt me, please," she gulped and moved toward him and sidled around him to go through the door.

He could see the twin globes of her ass through her silk panties and he wanted to caress them, wanted to tear at the sheath of material to get at them in his lust for her.

"You won't hurt me, will you?" she whimpered all the way back to the bedroom. She hurried because she imagined she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck and it wouldn't be beyond him to push her to the floor to perform some depraved act on her. At least in the bedroom with the others there would be some safety. She almost ran into the big room and stopped dead when she saw what was going on.

"Go right on in," cried John behind her, prodding her with his thick fingers in the small of her back.

"No-oh my God, no," she wailed, feeling the longest, hardest thrashing in the world couldn't be half as bad as what was about to happen to her.

"The toys, Kyla," crooned Jill beckoning her in. She sat on the floor surrounded by sex aids and in her hand was a long, thick wooden cock that she waved at the girl suggestively.

"The toys," chortled Shawn, lying outstretched on top of a rubber doll inflated with air. His grinding cock was sliding in and out of a hairy muff between the doll's legs. His hands cupped the doll's big breasts, thumbing the dainty crinkled nipples. Now the trunk of his swollen prick drew out of the synthetic cunt to bob up and down like a yo-yo.

"Look, Kyla. I've grown a cock," yelled Jodi, coming around the bed. She stood in the middle of the room, proudly sporting a rubber penis that was strapped around her waist.

Kyla's eyes fastened on the huge wooden cock still in Jill's hand and she knew that toy was being reserved for her. She made to step back and came up hard against John and she felt his hard cock jam up against her ass crack. She leaped forward, afraid he would insert it again into her muck hole and found herself in the room.

"One big, happy family," chortled John, following Kyla in and dropping his hand on her shoulder. He squeezed the soft flesh around her shoulder blade.

"I want you to thrash me," she whispered, hardly knowing what she was saying.

"Thrash you? Who's going to thrash you?" asked Shawn, climbing up off the rubber doll.

"Take off your bra, girl," boomed John.

"And why on earth have you got your panties on?" asked Jill, coming to her feet.

Kyla felt them closing in on her. A few feet away was Jodi stropping away on her false cock like it was a real one. Behind her was John tugging at the hooks of her bra. Jill loomed the largest, coming ever so slowly toward her with her small hand grasping the great big wooden cock like it was a truncheon to batter her to death with.

"Noooooo-nnnoooooo!" she wailed.

"I gave her three choices," John said tonelessly. "She came in here of her own accord."

They all glared at her hard and angry because she was spoiling their fun. She even dared to wear a bra and panties in an effort to make them feel guilty about their own nakedness. She was the outsider. She wasn't family. She was an intruder and she richly deserved to be punished.

"Then thrash her and be done with it," snapped Shawn, eager to see her tight buttocks quiver and color under his father's belt.

"Send the little bitch home," Jodi said tartly. "She doesn't belong here with us."

"No-let her stay but give her to me," urged Jill and the tip of her tongue washed around her lips like it was licking cream out of the young girl's twat.

"Quiet all of you. She stays," said John. "She stays, but, first we'll break her in." His eyes dilated and his mouth went slack. "Give me that wooden cunt-prodder, Jill. I'll give her a length she'll remember for a lifetime," he said in a broken whisper.

The huge dildo hypnotized Kyla. She saw Jill pass it to John and it seemed to be eighteen inches long and at least four inches in diameter. It was curved and it had a bulbous head. It was black and sleek and they were going to put the thing inside of her. She gasped and let out a loud keening wail.