J Bradley - Discipline for daughter

The girls heaved and shook and came hard, Sandy's pussy muscles sucking and pulling on Wilma's thrusting, swirling tongue, her cunt lips clamping around her mouth lips, her hand pulling at the back of Wilma's head and mashing her face into her split twat.

Wilma's cunt pulled and drew on Bill's prick, milking the cum right out of it. He bellowed and pressed forward, his balls drawing up tightly against the root of his prick and shivering. Jism hosed from the end of his cock and flooded the wet, hot pussy, such a torrent that it spurted out backwards and dribbled down his balls onto the ground beneath them.

"Ahhhhhhgh, damn it! I was gonna fuck your ass!" he groaned.

"Mine, Bill!" Sandy cried, tossing her head, mussing her blond hair with bits of fallen leaves. "You can fuck my ass!"

"Ahhh, God, Sandy – you'll probably shit on me when you come this time," he groaned, slumping forward over Wilma's back, wrapping his hands around her full, dangling tits.

"So what?" Sandy laughed hotly. "You'd love it! Here-here it is, you big fucker!" She scooted from under Wilma's mouth and rolled over, the points of her tits burrowing into the moss and leaves and dank, humid earth. She lifted her butt high up behind her and spread the cheeks wide displaying her tight little red-brown bung hole. Her cunt lips puffed down under her crotch, still dripping and running with hot, slick juice. She reached under her body and dabbled her fingers in it, making sticky sounds.

"Oh, Jesus," Bast groaned, staring at the winking hole; the sodden pussy, the flaring ass cheeks. His cock sagged. It was coated with slippery juice from Wilma's pussy, and cum still dripped from the tip.

Sandy looked around over her shoulder. Wilma was sitting on the ground, staring, lick her lips. Even her cheeks shone with the juices from Sandy's pussy. She looked as if she were still savoring the flavor of a woman's pussy. Her knees were up. There was a dark, spreading stain of cum and cunt juice under her twat crack as Bill's load slithered out of her hole.

"Ohhhh, you're wasting it, Wilma!" Sandy cried, crabbing around on elbows and knees to hover over the girl's profuse bush. She put out a hand and pushed Wilma back, then scooped her hands under the full buttocks and lifted her cunt up so that it wouldn't drain onto the ground any more.

"I promised, Wilma," she said. "Ohhh, Bill come fuck my asshole while I lick your cum out of her cunt!" she moaned.

She dipped her head, waved her ass, and glued her mouth to Wilma's pussy, drilling her tongue into the sopping hole and swirling it around, scraping up all the juices and fluids coating her pussy walls.

"Yahg!" Wilma barked sharply, her eyes popping open. She looked down at the blond head buried between her thighs and put her hand on the back of it, even though she didn't need to hold Sandy there at all.

She watched Sandy draw back, her tongue extended fully. It snaked out of her cunt and drew with it a long string of jism that sagged toward the ground. She lapped it into her mouth and rolled her eyes.

"Mmmmm," she moaned dipping back for more.

Wilma looked at Bill over Sandy's back. He was on his knees, staring at the open ass, the licking tongue. He was jacking his hand up and down his slippery cock, trying to get the sagging thing hard again.

"Oh, Bill," Wilma said huskily. "She's going to make me come again." She shook her head in awe, her eyes slightly glazed. "Bill, I've never… I've never had my cunt sucked out like this! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, honey, I swear I am. Right ohhhh, I don't know why your prick isn't hard as iron right now, honey, because I'm going to come while she's begging you to fuck her ass, and ohhhhhh, watch me, Bill – watch me come! I'm going to come! Yes! Now! Ahhhhhhgh!"

Her eyes rolled upward. Her mouth fell slack. She tried to keep watching her boy friend because it was exciting to have him watch her come, but her eyes wouldn't stay open the last thing she saw was the way he was hunched up behind Sandy's ass, trying to cram his half-limp cock into her sucking, pulsing hole. Then there were bright stars that pounded across the backs of her eyes.

Bill put the head of his prick to the tight asshole and pushed. His prick doubled up and felt as if it would snap. He swore softly and tried again. He looked feverish about it. The harder he tried, the limper his prick became. Jacking it didn't help. He grunted and gasped and looked up at Wilma, and that was when he saw Frank and Vera, standing at the edge of the small clearing watching them.

"Aw, Frank," he groaned. "I can't get it up! Just when I've got the chance of a lifetime, I can't get this! God, this little twat's a fucking ball buster, man. Here – you fuck her ass. She's begging for it," He tried once more, watched his prick bend double, and sat back on his heels, looking terribly forlorn as his eyes riveted on the circling, winking, pulsing little asshole with the wet cunt lips pouting down underneath. He lifted his hands and let them falling a shrug, "She's all yours, buddy. I just can't hack it for a few minutes. Better get it while it's hot and still not for sale."

All the talking penetrated the lust swimming around in Sandy's head. She lifted her dripping mouth from Wilma's pussy and saw Vera. As usual, Vera was looking horrified and shocked and disgusted.

Mostly that, anyway.

She looked again and saw a slightly different expression on her friend's face. The violet eyes were a little too bright. The haughty tilt to her head wasn't the same. The lips weren't as compressed as they usually were. And maybe it was just because she didn't have a bra on, but the nipples stood stiffly out from the ends of her jutting tits and showed clearly through the white top. There was the hint of a dark, wet stain at the crotch of her red shorts, too.

Sandy took it all in and smiled happily and cutely at her friend. "Oh, Vera – do it! Live! Damn you, wake up and live!" She wiped cum from her chin with the back of her hand, ready to do anything there was to have her friend get fucked.

She held out her hand, beckoningly. Vera looked at her. Her lower lip trembled as her violet eyes taking in the scenes of lewdness before her – Bill's wet cock, Wilma's swollen pussy, Sandy's wet lips and chin. She was terribly conscious of Frank's presence beside her. She could almost feel his desire for her coming across the small space between them, and her virginal cunt tunnel squirmed deep inside and throbbed heavily.

She couldn't deny she was aroused this time. All the other times she'd watched Sandy be wanton and totally abandoned, she had felt nothing but disgust and revulsion for the animalness of it all.

But this was a time for change, and the changes were happening. Maybe with Frank… maybe if they were alone. Or maybe just with Sandy to help her.

But not with Bill Bast and Wilma watching. Not when it was so blatant and obvious. Not when Sandy was so pervertedly wanton and unrestrained.

She balled her fingers into fists of frustration at her sides. She sucked in her breath. She turned her head and looked at Frank, and it was odd that she wanted him so very much at that moment. Wanted to feel his arms around her and his body against hers and his cock sliding up and up into her virginal, yearning cunt.

"I'm sorry, Frank," she said softly, "I just can't. It… it's not you. I want you to know that. It's not you. If it could be anybody, it would be you. I'm sorry."

His eyes swept over her face. A small smile came to his lips – a look of disappointment but understanding.

"It's all right, Vera," he said quietly.

"Oh, Christ, Vera if you're not going to fuck him, then I will!" Sandy moaned, stroking at her pussy again. She hadn't heard a word that had passed between them. She'd only seen the shake of Vera's head. "God, I want a cock up my ass! Fucking into my asshole! Filling my butt with a flood of hot cum! Frank, if you don't get over here and show this limp-pricked pal of yours how to cram a girl's ass full of hard cock, then I'm going to come over there and climb your frame again!"