Chapter 2 - Home Sick
I awoke the next morning with the sound of the front door closing as my mother went to work. In total I had slept for more than fourteen hours, and I felt wired. I went out into the kitchen to get some food, feeling ravenous, and saw the note my mother left telling me that she had called the school and let them know I wouldn't be in.
Faced with a free day, I wasn't really sure what to do with myself. I knew at
some
point the VCR was going to be reconnected, and I was going to see which girl finally was able to take my father's massive cock down her throat like a sword swallower. There was a part of me that wanted to pace myself, though, the mystery now providing its own tantalizing tease.
I tried everything I could think of to distract me, but I had my homework done by 11 a.m. and even Holden Caufield wasn't connecting with me. I went downstairs to find the elusive remote, which took some time and just prolonged my frustration. Before I knew it, the VCR was hooked up, the tape was playing, and I was lying on my bed with my pussy out and exposed to the world (or at least my bedroom).
Girl number 3 was a perky bleach blonde, who looked a lot like...
Simone
. I sat up on my bed and screamed out loud in defiance and anguish.
I was a bit surprised at my own reaction, if I'm completely honest. It came out of me suddenly and viciously, a knee-jerk reaction beyond my control. All at once I lost my arousal, wallowing in my frustration.
"I hate that bitch!"
I yelled aloud, and my inner tormented soul agreed with me. I wanted to throw something at the TV.
I
certainly
didn't want to see Simone (or anyone who looked like her) have sex with my dad. As the interviewer asked Simone's doppelganger more insipid questions, I scrambled to find the remote. I just wanted to fast forward through this as quickly as possible. Where the hell was it? I
just
had it here, somewhere.
"And what are you going to do if you can't take it all?" the off-screen voice asked.
"Oh, I'll take it all," Simone's twin said.
I found the remote, fumbled with it, and aimed it at the VCR. Nothing happened.
Damn batteries
. I began hitting the remote with the palm of my hand, trying to get the batteries to move enough to get the remote to work.
"Are you really going to take him in your ass?" the interviewer asked.
I froze.
What?
The blonde blushed a little. She was playing up the cute girl-next-door act. "I can't wait," she said.
I sat on my bed, mouth agape, arm hanging in space. I couldn't press the button.
"Don't you think it'll be a bit rough on you?"
A huge grin broke across her face. "I like it rough," she said.
What the fuck?
My arm slowly lowered to my lap.
Without warning a large cock came into view on the screen from the right. The girl - I wished I had been paying attention when she said her name - immediately opened her mouth to accept the giant head.
Once more my mouth opened as I saw this girl practically unhinge her jaw to get her mouth around my dad's monster. Inside my head, I was trying desperately to cope with the confusing emotions. This girl looked like Simone, though her voice was a little deeper (not like a man's, but rather a bit more sultry than Simone's whiny tone). I
hated
Simone, and did not want to see this.
She was taking him in, though, farther than the others had. I wanted to fast-forward through this, but was fascinated by the sheer mechanical skill of this girl. My dad's cock crept between her lips until she had fully half of it lodged in her mouth. It was obvious that she wasn't going to be able to go any further, impressive as her achievement was to this point.
Her eyes were focused upwards at my dad's face, off camera. He put one hand on top of her head, and pulled himself out. The difference between the dry skin and the soaked saliva-covered head was obvious even on the poor VHS resolution.
He leaned into view, a stern look on his face. My heart thumped as I recognized it - she was in for it.
"That's all you can do?" he asked, more of a statement than a question. She said nothing, just swallowed and nodded.
His mouth set in a firm line. "I'm disappointed in you," he said. The words sent chills down my spine. I knewwhat the next ones would be.
"Prepare for your spanking."
My heart raced. I haven't always been the perfect daughter, and have had my bottom swatted on more than one occasion (though thankfully, not for many years). Even so, the firm, demanding, controlling tone of his voice on the videotape brought back some little girl panic in me. Was this the starting point? Is this how he came to learn how to punish?
Simone's look-alike, however, had no such trepidation. If anything, she looked incredibly aroused. Her excitement seemed to agitate him, however, and he pulled her roughly up and over to the bed. He sat down, and brought her across his knees quickly and forcefully.
Her ass, milky white and perfect, formed two round humps in front of me. From the angle of the camera, I could see everything. As big as he was, the erection seemed to defy gravity and angled up against her stomach. I had a momentary thought about what she must have felt when his cock touched her there, but the thought didn't last long.
Thwack!
I couldn't help it. I jumped. I had expected a little role-play, a little playfulness, but there was none. He had
actually
spanked her! Her torso lurched forward involuntarily, her eyes wide with the shock of the blow. I could see tears already starting to well up in Simone's - I mean, the actress's - eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered.
Thwack!
"What did you say?" he asked. His face looked grim, concentrating.
"I... I'll do better," the lookalike said. Her eyes were quickly turning red, and she nodded to someone off camera, then shook her head.
She's telling someone that she's okay,
I realized,
