Unknown - The junkyard family

"No, I'm not, baby. You're a bad little girl and you need a good spanking."

"You're sick!"

"Not at all."

"I won't."

"You've been spanked before. You'll survive."

"I can go and tell the…"

"Tell who? It's your word against mine, Keri. I'll just say you're making it up. You'll come off looking like a lying bimbo. Mad at a teacher in a class you're getting poor grades."

She glared at him furiously.

"Bend over my desk so I can see those sweet little cheeks of yours."

"But…"

"Now! We don't have all fucking day!"

What was it he'd said? In for a penny, in for a pound? She bent across the desk.

"Grab the other side of the desk with your hands," he said.

She did and then gritted her teeth, waiting for his hand to fall, waiting for the slap and the sharp pain that would follow. Nothing happened at first. She turned to see Jaimeson staring at her ass, ogling her cheeks reverently.

"You're wasted on teenage boys, Keri. You ought to turn professional. Your body deserves a higher class of men." His hand slid over her buttocks, rubbing softly.

He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a round, wooden paddle with a little rubber ball attached by an elastic string. He tore the ball off, leaving just the paddle and then stepped behind her.

"Not too hard," she begged.

Then the paddle splatted down on her buttocks and she cried out as a stinging pain shot into her. She jerked away from the desk but he flung her back, his hand against her back pushing her against the top. The paddle came down again, and again and again.

Keri squawled in pain, jerking helplessly against the desk.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut, you slut!" he hissed.

She bit her lip, and groaned.

"Hold still, like I told you!"

She grabbed the end of the desk again and closed her fingers so tightly she thought they'd dig into the wood.

The paddle cracked down against her ass again. She gave a muffled cry, burying her face into the desk and sobbing. Again it cracked down, and then again, and again, and again, and again.

He brought it down in carefully timed whacks, staring at her ass cheeks as they reddened and jiggled under the impact. Her ass was now beet red and each new blow whitened the skin temporarily.

Keri was weeping and hanging onto the end of the desk for dear life. It was humiliating to be spanked, to be paddled like this! Her ass cheeks burned, fairly glowing with heat. The heat acted like a kind of dull cloud that blunted the sharp stinging crack of each new impact.

Then he stopped.

She was sweating all over and could feel her breasts practically sticking to the wood as she lay there exhausted.

He pulled her legs apart then and thrust a finger up into her cunt. He pumped it in and out a few times then withdrew it. His cock pressed against her pussy and then pushed inside.

She wasn't surprised that he was hard again. She didn't move, taking his long, thick organ up into her unresponsive body without even thinking. She continued to hang onto the edge of the desk as he started to rut into her like some kind of insane animal. His hips bounced and slapped against her red buttocks, making her wince with each inward thrust. She could feel his cock moving up and down her fuck chute, sliding across her clitty and tender cunt lips.

Her cunt felt immense, enormous, though it gripped his cock tightly. It was hot and felt very, very strange, not like it usually did at all. It was a kind of raw tingling that she'd never experienced before. She felt his cock working back and forth, and felt her body responding, responding quickly, very, very quickly. She didn't understand. What was going on? Fuck juice flooded her tunnel. Her breasts swelled up so much they pushed her up from the desk. Her entire body quivered and shook as his pummelling cock punched deep into her belly. The hot glow from her buttocks spread upwards through her body. She felt like she was in an oven.

She tried to push herself up from the desk. Her hands slipping and clawing at it. Suddenly she stiffened.

"Ungh, oooohhh…uunnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!"

A bomb had exploded in her belly. She came, an intense, luxurious wave of sensual ecstasy flooding her body. She arched her back, her body bucking and jerking, her head lashing from side to side.

"Cum, you bitch! Cum for me! Suck that cock down!" Jaimeson panted. He jammed his tool into her, embedded it in her satiny hot depths as her cunt shook and spasmed around it.

His cock spewed out jism, filling her box with its salty warmth. An electric bolt of fire shot into her belly, rocking and dazing her. Her knees jammed against the side of the desk and she raised her ass even higher, then she collapsed back on the desk, spent.

Jody puffed on the last of the cigarette, then ground it out in the ashtray on the counter. She was wearing a pair of string bikini jockey shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that was too small for her. It only came down to mid belly. If anyone had told her she looked sexy in such careless wear, she would have been astonished and would have changed immediately.

She was standing, actually half sitting against the kitchen counter, waiting for her muffins to finish heating up in the oven. It had been a long day and she was tired. They'd won the game with Markham, but she hadn't played as great a part as she'd thought she would. Maybe she WAS too short.

Mark came into the room for a beer. He glanced at her, then looked again carefully. "What you doing here, squirt?"

"Waiting for my muffin."

"Got a bun in the oven, huh?" he grinned.

"Ha, ha."

He opened the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. He watched her surreptitiously, his eyes sliding over her breasts and her legs. She had a dynamite little figure, he thought. Why had he never realized that before? Maybe it was that accidental sight of Keri jerking off that had brought the realization to him that his little sisters were girls, sexual creatures such as he'd preyed upon since he was twelve.

She turned and went over to the stove, then opened it and leaned over to grab her muffins one by one.

He stared at her ass, and the dark spot between her legs where her cunt lay. He imagined jamming a hard prick in there, then shook his head and left the room. What was with him anyway? She was just a kid! So was Keri! Of course, he'd fucked girls younger than them, but that was when he was younger. So what? he thought savagely. Why should they be off limits to him because of that?

Because, a dull voice answered, they're your sisters. He flopped down on the chesterfield, his eyes looking towards the hall and the kitchen. And what if they were? They were broads weren't they? They were cunt meat, fuck holes, pussys, twats, burgers, whores, holes, tight little asses ready for meat.

He swallowed several mouthfuls from the bottle, hoping it would cool his heat. He wondered if either of them had fucked someone. Were they virgins? His mind spun through a foggy image of Keri getting fucked by some guy – after watching her masturbate yesterday, it wasn't a reach.

The image shifted to Jody. In it, he saw her on her back as he had seen Keri the other day, her legs spread and a guy over her. The guy was him.

He looked up as Jody came out of the kitchen with a plate of muffins and his eyes followed her across the hall until she disappeared.

Jody blinked awake, then sat up with a startled oath. The light clicked on and she saw her father sitting naked on the edge of her bed smiling at her. She could smell the alcohol. Her t-shirt was up over her breasts and she jerked it down to cover them.

"What are you doing here?" she groaned.

"I want to fuck you, baby," he panted, leaning forward and pushing his hand between her legs.