Bad Halloween Habits Ch. 4

I awoke late on Thursday morning, the first day of November, feeling wonderfully sore. The previous evening's activities spun through my mind endlessly. At the very least, it was a night of firsts. Sex with Cindy, my sexy vixen of a sister, getting fucked up the ass by a guy in drag, and dominating Amy.

Cindy and I had talked about Amy on the way home from the party.

"Greg, I bet Amy would get together with you, or us, again," Cindy said, leaning on my shoulder as I drove. "I got the feeling that she really liked you."

"I got her number," I said, blushing in the darkness. "I was hoping we could go out on a regular date sometime."

I got out of bed, throwing on a robe, and wandered into the kitchen. As I started the coffee brewing, Cindy wandered in wearing a long flannel shirt and fuzzy slippers. Her face was still flushed with sleep, and her dark hair was tussled.

"Morning, Greg," she mumbled, rising on tiptoes to kiss my cheek. She was barely awake, eyes half lidded. She leaned against me as I waited for the hot water to drip through the coffee, filling the kitchen with the delicious aroma. I slipped my arm around Cindy's waste, savoring the warmth of her body against mine. "I really had fun last night, bro," she said softly, looking up at me admiringly. "I had no idea you were so hot, or so nasty!"

"Neither did I," I answered, blushing. "And you," I continued, "when did you become such a craven beastie," I asked, laughing.

"I guess that fucking my own brother tends to make a girl feel naughty," she said, giggling.

"Amy told me to call her today at 2:45," I said, excitedly. "She said that she'd be back from school by then," I continued, "and that maybe the three of us could get together."

Cindy looked at me rather seriously. "You like her," she said accusingly. "I hope you realize that, if you two start going out, that I'll still want some of this," she insisted, clutching my cock and balls gently through my pj's.

"Don't you worry, little sister," I said, picking her up in my arms and walking toward my bedroom. "Your big brother will always take care of you!"

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2:45 seemed painfully distant but, finally, it was time to call Amy. I dialed the number anxiously, hoping she'd answer.

"Hello?" It was a man's voice. He didn't sound happy.

"Hi," I said, "is Amy there?"

"Just who the fuck are you?" he shouted at me through the phone....

Taken aback, I answered, "Uh, Greg. I'm a friend of Amy's. From school."

I heard him holler for Amy and, in a moment, she came on the line.

"Hi, Greg," she whispered. "I'm so glad you called. I can't talk now. My daddy's in an awful mood. He's leaving at 3:30, so you and Cindy can come over then and we'll hang out. I've got to go now," she said flatly, and hung up.

Cindy, who had been sitting beside me, said, "Well?"

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We drove over to Amy's house, arriving a little ahead of schedule. Cindy and I were both dressed normally, as Halloween had since faded into memory. She wore a brightly colored floral print sleeveless dress, and a white cardigan sweater to fight the slight chill in the Southern California air, and low-heeled strappy sandals. I wore a bright green Polo shirt, jeans, and loafers. We cleaned up pretty well, I thought.

We walked the short way to the front door of a rather large, two-story house. Just as we were about to knock, I distinctly heard Amy scream. Cindy and I stared at each other, and followed the sound to the side of the house, where a large window opened onto a sunken living room. There, a shocking scene was revealed to our incredulous eyes. Amy, in her school girl costume, was draped like a doll over a very large man's lap. One big hand held her wrists tightly, and the other rose and fell onto her ass.

"No, daddy!" Amy squirmed and cried out, tears flowing over her cute face. "I swear I was good last night!"

"Don't lie to your father, you slutty cunt," her father roared, beating her ass even harder. "I found these in your room," he screamed, shoving her obviously soiled panties into her face. Enraged, he forced them into her mouth, and resumed her spanking.

Spitting out her panties, she spoke up again. "Daddy, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, daddy," Amy pleaded, sounding almost desperate. Cindy and I, crouching at the window, were pressed close together.

Her father's demeanor softened slightly, and he rested his big hand on her upturned ass. "Sorry for what, Amy?"

"I'm sorry for lying," she said, sobbing. "I'm sorry for being a naughty slut, daddy. I'm sorry for ruining my panties."

"Well, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson," her father said, standing. Amy's small form flopped off his lap, onto the floor.

Cindy and I looked at each other in disbelief, barely able to comprehend the scene unfolding before us.

"Stand up and bend over," Amy's father ordered.

"Oh, daddy, please..." Amy said, pleadingly. "I'll be good, I swear!"

At this point, Cindy turned and whispered, "get your camera!" I smiled, grateful that I had such a smart sister, and ran to my car, retrieving the camcorder I'd received from my folks for my last birthday. I rushed back, anxious to capture all the action.

"Shut up and grab your ankles," he roared. Amy complied. He dropped his trousers and revealed a really large cock, certainly bigger than mine. He held it, pushing it down, rubbing it along the crease of Amy's wet pussy.

"No, daddy! Please! Anything, but don't put your long, thick cock in my ass," begged Amy, trying weakly to pull away. Her father's big hand grabbed one slim hip, pulling her back toward his cock, forcing the head to press against her clit. The contact sent shivers through her body, and she released one ankle to reach up and pinch a nipple through her shirt.

Amy's father pulled back and, from what we could see, began to press his cock against her back door.

"Oh, God, daddy," Amy gasped, panting, "it really hurts, daddy! Your cock is too big!"

He grasped Amy's slender waist, pulling her back onto his invading member. Amy, her face white, gasped in ragged breaths as he forced his thick cock into her tight ass, my camera capturing her every expression.

"This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you," he moaned, breaking through the tight outer muscles and plunging into the depths of her clenching bowels. Amy sobbed, tossing her head back and forth, as her hand moved from her breast to her pussy.

"It hurts bad, daddy" she cried, trying to pull away from him. "I'll be a good girl, daddy! I swear!"

Her movement away from him caused him to pull her back, hard, against his pelvis, and drive his cock deep into her ass once again. He began to rock in and out of her, thrusting faster and faster. A litany of derision flowed from his lips as he fucked his daughter's ass.

"You're such a whore, you slut! You are such a dirty cunt, you daddy-fucker! You'd suck your own filthy snatch if you could, you bitch!"

With each statement, he punctuated it with a hard thrust. Amy, in almost a trance-like state, affirmed each comment.

"I'm daddy's little slutty whore. I'm a dirty, daddy-fucking cunt. I would suck my own snatch for daddy."

As this went on, her father moved more quickly, obviously approaching his orgasm.

"Oh, daddy," Amy moaned, "cum in baby's ass. Please cream your little girl's ass, daddy!"

It looked to Cindy and I as if he was going to but, at the last minute, he pulled out, spun Amy around, and forced his glistening, shitty cock into her mouth. I zoomed in to Amy's upturned face.

"Oh yes, baby! Suck daddy's cum," he cried. "You're daddy's big girl, Amy... You're daddy's sweet slut daughter, baby! Unnnghh..." His body shook, obviously draining a big load into Amy's open mouth. My camera caught every swallow as she desperately tried to capture each spurt of her father's cum.

Once he'd regained his composure, Amy's father pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt. He bent to retrieve Amy's ruined panties, and threw them at her.

"Let that be a lesson to you, young lady," he said sternly. "Now go get cleaned up then go to your room."