J Bradley - Discipline for daughter

"Aw, shit!"

"Please! Oh, please! You'll make me pregnant! Don't come in my pussy! I know I can't stop you from fucking it, but don't come in it!"

She couldn't help cringing and writhing with fear. She couldn't keep the whimper from her voice, the trembling of her lips – all of it conduct most unbecoming an officer.

"Man, she's got to be kidding! Not blast that sweet pussy full of cum? Shit!"

There was another pause. "Hell, that's not much, Peter."

"Sure, not for you! You want to fuck her asshole!"

"Come in my asshole!" Miriam cried, stark fear making the words spill from her mouth. "Fill my ass up – just not in my pussy! Oh, please!"

"Sounds fair, Peter," the one said reasonably. "Look at her, she's scared shitless. Maybe it's her ripe time or something. It'd screw up her career and everything if we knock her up."

"What do you care, man?"

"I'm not a complete turd, damn it. Okay, it's a deal, Captain. Up your ass and in your mouth, but not in your cunt."

"Like hell! The bitch just doesn't want a cummy twat for her lezzy lovers, that's all! Wants it kept pure or some shit like that!"

"I said it was a deal, Peter! Now, get fucking, and be damn sure you jerk it."

"All right all right – shit!" He stomped back toward the foot of the bed, muttering.

Incredibly, she felt him yanking at the ropes binding her ankles. "What are you doing to me?" she asked quickly.

"Untying your Goddamn legs, baby. So you can wrap them around my butt and pull my prick deep inside your pussy. You're gonna want to do that as soon as I stick it in," he cackled, "You're gonna want to put your feet on the bed and shove that sweet, bald cunt up around my cock like a Goddamn whore!"

He fell onto the bed, crawling over her, rubbing his belly across hers, twining his legs around her thighs. He sucked on her tits and then ran his hands under her asscheeks, lifting her hips up. Her thighs fell wide, and she could visualize her cunt thrusting shamelessly up toward his stiff cock.

"Oh, wait – not yet! Eat my pussy some more first. I liked the way you ate my pussy. You're so good!" She couldn't stop trembling with fear – the fear of having a ready, loaded cock sliding up her cunt.

"No more delays, baby," he said. "Ready? Open wide. Ahhh, that's it. Pretty pussy. Pretty, naked, hairless pussy, all pink and wet for Daddy's cock!"

He held his breath and put the nose of it to her cunt mouth. Miriam yipped with fright. She fell the velvety thing slip around over her soaked pussy flesh, lubricated by the juices that were leaking from the eye of his prick as will.

"No-no…" she groaned, feeling it was too late already, feeling the long, tight, slow slide of his big cock into her body.

"Ohhhh, my God, she's tight, man! Tight! Hasn't had a cock in her for years! Like a Goddamn virgin! Ohhhh, shit, what a fuck this is going to be!"

He sank down on top of her, imbedding his prick fully into the depths of her body. Miriam groaned again. This time, it was with a mixture of fright and sensation. To her total dismay, his cock felt good!

He shoved it deep and lay there, soaking in her tight cunt. His hands kneaded her asscheeks, her hips, the outsides of her thighs. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his ass, and she couldn't believe the way they started flexing, urging his butt to move up and down, his hips to pump, his prick to fuck her.

"Ohhhh, man, she digs my cock! I knew she would! Bitches all pretend they don't like to get fucked, and then can't hold still when you start in on 'em!"

His hips pumped. His prick slid back and forth. His pubic bone ground down against her hairless twat, and her clit strained and burned for more. Shamelessly, she tossed her head and moaned, her mouth falling open and slack.

It was all the encouragement the other one needed. She smelled the scent of his prick, and then the velvety head was between her lips, the seeping oils from the tip bursting into her mouth with flavors nearly forgotten – tastes even headier than Paul's had been so long ago.

"Suck my cock, Captain. I did you a turn, now you do me one. Suck on it real good."

He put his hand to the back of her head to guide her, then pulled slightly, running her mouth up the root of his prick. Miriam nearly gagged on the fat, heavy cock. She'd forgotten how to do this, how to keep from choking.

"Watch the teeth, damn it," he grunted, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling, paining her. "Use your tongue. Oh, yeah – that's the way. Around and around the head, up and down the underside. That's it. Man, you haven't sucked much cock for sure, have you. Ohhhh, shit, you've got it now, Captain."

She could picture the way his prick jutted from his hips, protruded nearly straight out and punctured the soft, lewd circle of her sucking lips. She remembered the sight of tight balls under the hairy root, and she couldn't help moaning.

The man in her cunt was stroking her to dizzying heights. He was a good fucker. She guessed he was anyway. As good as she remembered Paul being.

His prick touched every curve along her sodden pussy walls, nudged open private pathways that hadn't felt a man's cock in years. He rode her so that her clit was in constant stimulation, and she couldn't stop the way her hips twisted and shook under his driving weight.

It was shameless. She couldn't believe the responses building in her body. The tips of her tits brushed his hairy chest, and it was stimulating to feel hair instead of soft boobs against her tits.

Her legs rocked over his pumping butt as she lifted her cunt up around his cock for more of the sensation he was giving her. At the same time, she couldn't keep her lips and tongue still around the prick fucked into her mouth.

She bobbed her head, letting him run in and out of the warm, soft circle she made of her lips. She felt his cockhead nudge at the back of her throat, and she dimly remembered what Paul had taught her – the way to open up and take it down without gagging.

She tried that, choked, and tried again, getting it. The man groaned heavily. His cock jerked in her throat, and oils seeped from the big eye at the end.

"Ohhhhhhh, God, you've really got it now, Captain!" he choked.

Incredibly, Miriam felt a kind of pride of accomplishment. She ate and sucked on his prick until she felt the hairs at the root crunch up against her lips, and she knew she had all of him in her mouth. She raced her tongue up and down the underside and felt his prick throb out of control.

"Ahhhhgh, it's nearly there, Captain!" he cried. "Take it! Swallow it! God, what a fantastic cock sucker!"

"What a sucker!" the other one yelled. "She's swallowing me alive, man. This cunt's gobbling up my meat. It's good! Ohbhh, Christ, I'm gonna blow my balls off!"

"Jerk it, Peter – jerk it!" the one cried with warning, turning his head. But he couldn't see too well. His vision became blurred and his eyes closed as his cock exploded in Miriam's clenching throat and sucking mouth. She was swallowing even before the first hot jet of cum hosed from his prick and squirted down her throat.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he yelled. "Take it! God! Yaaaaagh!"

"Oh, shit! Shit! Aaaaargh!" the other one cried, his cock pounding as if ready to explode.

Miriam's eyes shot open behind the blindfold. She saw total blackness. But she didn't have to see what was happening. She could feel it – every throb, every twitch; every hosing spurt of cum jetting into her body into her throat and into her cunt! The bastard! He was coming in her cunt.

She squirmed violently, slinking and jerking, vividly aware that she was in the throes of wild orgasm herself. Her fear overpowered that.

She felt her mouth fill with the pungent, slippery cum she couldn't swallow down fast enough. It spurted from her compressed lips, shooting back along the little bit of shaft not crammed in her mouth and over his springy hairs, dripping down over his balls.