Dad did little to resist as Marcy tore off his panties, pulled his stockinged legs up and shoved her dick up my dad's sissy ass."Oh God, that's too mu...h, please no," Dad gasped, but, minutes later, as Marcy picked up a shafting rhythm, the dick that had fucked the rest of us ploughing in and out of him, he changed his tune, "Please, God, yes, more, please. Fuck me. Give me your thick tranny cock. Make me your slut, please!" He was now begging.So, that meant that the three of us, father, mother. The pain was back on her face. I could see that she was in agony, clearly stifling her cries. Breathing heavily she winced out the words,“Don’t go further…it’s too much.” My cock wasn’t even half way inside her. “Danny, you’re too big, it hurts!” She was crying freely now, and still digging her nails into my arms.“Don’t worry love, I’ll stop, it’s okay.” The last thing that I wanted to do was stop, but I hated to see her in pain, I hated knowing I was causing that pain. I leaned forward to kiss. While the helpless k** was experiencing this brief moment of pleasure the Man withdrew the whip, raised his arm and brought it swiftly across the boys stomach, the strands wrapping around his left hip.The sudden blow connected with a crack, sending a stinging pain across Zach's taut abs. The feeling was intense but surprisingly not as shatteringly painful as he had expected. Swiftly, more blows began to land. Some caught him on the chest, stinging his still sore nipples, and flicking into his. My eyes might not have strayed very far, but my fingers certainly had. While one hand caressed and fondled my breasts, the other had found its way between my legs, between my thighs, between the spread, puffy, slippery lips of my normally shy cunt.An electric jolt surged through me. It may have had been the urgent touch of finger to clit, or it may have been the sight of him unzipping his trousers. Did I care? Hell no! It was the feeling that mattered.My gaze fell. I watched his hand disappear.