Randy Howard - Chained daughter

"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!"