wrapped around that thing.
She paused for a moment to gather her breath, like a carnival acrobat about to begin a routine. And then with one mighty plunge Daphne sunk her hot wet lips all the way down upon the quivering, pulsating cock shaft.
She choked violently as Robert, no longer able to control himself, started ramming his cock in and out of her mouth with driving passion. He shoved it further and further into her all the time, and Daphne sucked on the thing as best as she could, although this was rapidly becoming harder and harder for her to do.
'Oh, baby,' she managed to moan out through a morsel of the hot man-meat, 'Let me go down on it farther. Let me go down on it all the way. Let me…'
Daphne never finished. For a moment later there was a crashing sound and the door to the room swung open with a bang. The blonde girl looked up and then let out a high-pitched shriek of horror. For she was looking directly into the angry eyes of her father!
CHAPTER FOUR
For what seemed like hours there was absolutely no movement in the room. Nobody spoke, nobody moved, nobody dared even breathe. It seemed to Daphne that the only thing that existed in the universe was her father's angry face, glowering at her from the stairs at the other end of the room.
Finally her father spoke. 'Come here, you two sluts,' he hissed, spitting out the words between his teeth. The use of the plural word, 'sluts' as opposed to 'slut', reminded Daphne that her sister Tricia was here too. She shot a glance in her sister's direction without turning her head or twitching a muscle, and was relieved to see that Tricia had been caught in an even more compromising position with Al than she herself was with Robert. That meant that her father would probably be angrier at Tricia. Daphne was no anxious to see her sister get into trouble, but she was a practical child, and she knew that if she had to choose between herself getting in trouble or her sister, the choice was an obvious one.
It seemed as though a year had gone by before Hamilton Burns was striding into the room, pushing his way through the motionless bodies towards where his two daughters lay with their lovers, literally caught in the act. 'I told you to come here,' he said to them quietly, and in a way that made Daphne's blood run cold within her veins, 'and that means that you're supposed to come here!'
The last word was almost a shout, and before Daphne knew what was happening she was being grasped savagely by the tits and being painfully jerked to her feet. Robert's dangling cock popped out of her mouth as she was hoisted to her feet. 'Damn it, you little bitch,' she could hear her father saying, 'Show some respect for me when I'm talking to you and stand up.' He gave one of the girl's breasts an angry twist as he spoke and Daphne involuntarily gave a yowl of pain.
He slapped her hard. 'Shut up, bitch!' he bellowed at her. 'You whore! You slut! Giving your body away to these half-witted schoolboys like that. You come home with me right now and take the punishment that you so richly deserve!'
While Hamilton Burns was occupied with his younger daughter, his older daughter was trying to beat a hasty retreat. Tricia was slowly rising to a standing position and tiptoeing towards the door that led out of here. At the very last moment, however, her father saw her trying to get away. 'Hold it right there, you slut!' he commanded, pushing Daphne back down to the floor in his frantic haste to get to his other daughter. 'You're not going any place!' And then he had one hand wrapped around Tricia's forearm in an ironlike grip, while with the other hand he was slapping her viciously, and then backhanding her. Then, with a final grunt of paternal anger, he pushed the red haired girl back down onto the floor beside her sobbing sister.
Out of the comer of one eye Tricia managed to make out the figure of Patty Watson, busily engaged in trying to hide behind several of the other orgy participants. There was a look of smugness, of malicious self- satisfaction on Patty's face that instantly told Tricia that it was no coincidence her father had burst into the room like this; somehow or other he had been tipped off, and Tricia did not need any ESP to be able to figure out who had done it. That little bitch, Tricia thought to herself furiously, that little ass-bastard bitch. I'm going to get her for this if it's the last thing I ever do. I'm going to make that little pussy bastard sorry that she ever came anywhere near me. But then Tricia had more important things to think about than revenge, for a moment later her father was yanking her to her feet and then pushing her towards the door.
'Get your clothes on,' he ordered both his daughters in a low-pitched rasping tone, 'and then you're bath coming home with me. I'm just glad your mother didn't live to see this. If she were alive she'd drop dead from the shock of it. There is NO excuse for this, I hope you both realize. No excuse whatsoever. Now put your clothes on and be quick about it.' And then there was nothing that either of the girls could do except to dress, silently and shamefacedly. They could feel the eyes of then friends upon their naked bodies, and it was the most humiliating experience that either girl had ever gone through.
What Tricia and Daphne did not suspect, however, was that this was all part of a plan that their father had devised: a plan to get them both into bed with him. After talking to Sue Carson, Hamilton was willing to believe that his two daughters were indeed ready for sex. And seeing what they had been doing here in Patty's house was the undeniable proof. Knowing all this, Hamilton Burns was now in the throes of an uncontrollable desire to take his two little girls home and really give them the fucking of their lives.
It wasn't quite that simple, though. He knew that he was middle-aged, not nearly as physically appealing as these teenaged boys were. Hamilton Burns was intelligent enough to realize that if he were to merely ask his girls to ball him, or even demand it, they would laugh in his face. That was why he was humiliating them publicly like this, slapping them and threatening them with even greater forms of punishment. The two girls would be so terrified and ashamed that they would be willing to do anything at all, literally anything, if only Daddy would forgive them. And of course, that would be when he would move in for the kill. It was painful for Hamilton to have to strike his daughters like that, especially in public, but he knew that he would really have to pour the tyranny on if he expected to scare them into balling him.
Quaking with fear, Daphne and Tricia managed to dress themselves as best they could. By this time Daphne was crying, and hot tears of pain were cascading down her girlish face. Tricia, on the other hand, could think of one thing and one thing only, and that was revenge. She swore to herself that she would get some of her own back from Patty Watson if it took twenty years. She'd make that little bitch pay for this no matter what.
Finally both the Burns girls were dressed, and they stood submissively before their angry father, knowing that the worst was literally yet to come. They didn't know exactly what was about to happen to them, but they knew that whatever it was it was going to be something extremely painful. This was just what their father had planned: to overwhelm the two young sex-kittens with such a strong sense of guilt and shame that they would do anything he told, them to do. Including going to bed with him.
He had gotten the idea from Sue Carson, his sex-happy secretary. She had been talking to him and had finally made him realize that his daughters were ready to make their first venture into the world of sex. And also that they should take that first erotic voyage with the one male whom they could trust above all others: their father. Hamilton Burns had been a little skeptical of this at first, but now he had to admit that Sue had been right all along.
And a few minutes later the doorbell was ringing and Laura Douglas was standing there, the girl that had just left the orgy over at Patty Watson's house. She had gasped out a frightened tale about how Hamilton's daughters Daphne and Tricia had both gotten hurt, and in surprise their father had run back with her to the scene of the orgy… to discover that his two little girls were not hurt at all, but rather in the midst of some extremely heavy fucking and sucking.
So now Hamilton knew that his daughters were indeed ready for sex. In fact, they'd been having sex on the sly all along and he hadn't found out about it. Just the thought of that long line of grinning boys stuffing their cocks into his two girls made Hamilton seethe with anger. He wanted to protect Daphne and Tricia from boys like that.
And he also wanted to save their pussies for himself. He realized now that it was his two daughters that he wanted to fuck. Grown women like his secretary Sue Carson could be a lot of fun in bed if they knew what they were doing, but a little careful soul-searching told Burns that what he really hungered for was some nice juicy
