J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

Vera looked at Sandy and nearly recoiled. "Oh, Sandy!" she cried, turning away, her eyes brimming with quick team.

"Wait!" Frank said, starting after her.

She crashed through the brush – back to the path and ran along it. He began chasing her, then stopped and sighed. He turned back twice, looking after her, then up the slope, going around in circles of indecision. He looked down at his crotch and saw the hard line of his prick and sighed again. He made his way back up the slope to the clearing, unzipping his pants as he went toward Sandy's beckoning ass.

"Oh, baby," she moaned, her eyes brightening cutely. "I need that hard cock! Come fuck my asshole with it!"

"You bet I will," Frank said.

There was a strange expression on his face, a kind of flat look. He pushed Bill out of the way and got behind her round, tight ass, looking down at the deep cleft between the smooth cheeks. He grabbed her hips and palmed the full cheeks open wide, displaying her pulsing, ready asshole.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" Sandy moaned, waving her butt at him, like a red flag at a bull. "Stick it in there, Frank!"

He lifted his hard cock and put the tip against her asshole. He set his jaw and then rammed forward.

"Ahhhh, God! It's too dry! You're killing my ass! Spit on it, stick it in my cunt first – do something!"

Frank pressed ahead, pulling back on her hips at the same time. He felt the burning friction of her rubbery butt hole as it stretched painfully around the tip of his dry prick head.

"Hey, Cobb – what the fuck you doing to her?" Bast asked with mounting concern.

"I'm giving the lady what she wants, Bill – a big cock up her asshole." He grunted, heaving forward again, hating himself and yet not caring how much he hurt her. She needed fucking.

His prick sank halfway up the shaft, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from howling at the pain it caused him. He wasn't sure whether the skin had split and peeled back or the rod had simply snapped. Her asshole clutched his cock like a pipe wrench. But he gripped her hips all the harder and kept cramming it in, because she had spoiled something with her cute, hot little body and big mouth that she shouldn't have spoiled.

To his total amazement, Sandy reached under her belly between her thighs and circled her flowing pussy with her fingers and moaned with blazing heat.

"Ohhhh, God! That's good! Frank – fuck my asshole all the way! Yaaaah my God! It burst! God, what an ass fucker! There-there! It's all the way up me! I feel your hot, hard balls slamming into my pussy lips! Ahhh, Christ – I love it!"

Her little body shuddered. Her fingers swirled and slopped through the wet meat of her pussy, becoming coated with her flowing juices. She reached farther back and wrapped them around his balls, squeezing.

Frank paused. He was afraid he would now die. But she only rolled his nuts erotically while she began a weaving, circling motion with her ass that made him start forgetting about the burning sensation in his cock.

The girl was incredible. She couldn't be hurt. When it came to sex, she had a way of turning pain into bliss and couldn't be hurt.

But now, her tight ass mouth was milking up and down his cock shaft, and the heavy tube of meat was no longer dry. Her sopping fingers had drenched his balls and circled the pipe of prick and felt all around the tight hole between her cheeks that was being so thoroughly pierced by it.

Frank couldn't help tipping his head back and letting out a growl of pleasure. This had turned into one of the tightest, most thrilling fucks he'd ever had, and he felt the cum start boiling up inside his milked prick and juice-drenched balls.

He rammed into her fine, tight asscheeks again and again, jarring her little body, making her tight tits jiggle and shake under her chest. He slid his hands along her tiny waist and reached around to fill his hands with them. He saw her head hanging, her mouth open, saliva drooling from it onto the ground.

"Ohhhh, fuck my ass," she groaned in a strange voice. "Squeeze my tits and fuck your cock all the way into my butt! God, they're going to squirt! They're going to spray milk from the tips and fill your hands, I swear they are… oohhh, I can't go on – can't hide… oh!"

She jerked her head up. Her eyes went wide. The cords in her neck stood out. The freckles on her nose seemed to glow. Then she opened her throat and let out an animal sound that had a primitive quality.

Her ass muscle tightened around Frank's cock and milked and sucked at it, drawing the flood of jism she sought up through it and into the depths of her dark, clinging tunnel.

"Ahhhhh, shit!" Frank bellowed, ramming his thighs fully against her round asscheeks and his cock into the spasming hole as far as it would go.

A torrent of hot cum pulsed and squirted through his prick into her ass. His own cheeks clenched and relaxed and clenched again as he pumped his white hot enema into her little body and flooded her ass.

And with each squirt, he thought of Vera.

He stopped chewing on a stem of grass and cocked his head and listened again. "Hey, what was that?"

The other one listened too. It was hard to hear anything over the chirpings and whistlings and rustlings of the woods. He pushed away from the outcrop of rock he was leaning against and brushed the dirt off the butt of his pants, flinging a pebble into the bushes.

"This is startin' to drag, man," he grumbled.

"I could swear I heard somebody yell – growl, kind of."

"That was Harley makin' a she-bear come, man," he giggled. "Son of a bitch'll fuck anything."

"Maybe he beat us to them. They should have been here by now," he said, checking his watch.

"You believe anything that nasty bitch tells you, don't you. Shit, for all you know, she's back there having herself a good laugh with that redhead cunt, just jackin' us off, makin' us sit out here in the fuckin' woods."

"She steered us right last night, didn't she?"

He grabbed his crotch and massaged his balls, remembering. "Yeah, man, that she did. I been thinkin' about how we should be paying the captain another visit instead of sitting out here wasting our time. I never saw a cunt swallow so much cock in all my life – especially for a lez."

"We've got three of them coming our way in a few minutes, Pete. Think you're up to it after last night?" He chewed on another grass stem thoughtfully. "Speaking of up to it, I wonder just what the lieutenant's game really is."

"Who gives a shit, man?" he laughed. "It's ass! Hot cock-gobbling-ass! That's all I heed to know! She points her finger, and I follow my pecker, straight as an arrow. Long as I don't have to lick her, I don't give a shit. Nasty – nasty bitch! Whew!" He made a face and spat on the ground, nearly losing the start of a hard-on, just thinking about Beth.

"Here we go," the other one said quietly, sounding alert from his squatting position against the outcrop. His eyes riveted the trail through the screening bushes as they picked up another flash of red through the motley shades of green.

"Only see one of 'em, man." He rolled another stone in his hand unconsciously. "Shit," he said softly. "We grab her, wait for the others and let her go, or what? Dumb cunts were supposed to stay together."

"If the others are back there, they're way back there. Let's grab this one, hold her a minute, see what happens."

"Yeah, man," he giggled softly. "A bird in the hand is worth two down the path. Holy shit, will you look at that… prime, man, prime! God damn, that's sweet pussy! Who gives a shit what the bitch's game is when she puts us on to stuff like this! Come on, man, don't let her get away!" He began slinking through the bushes quickly, heading for the interception point they'd planned on earlier, a place where the path went around a nose of rock in a tight kink. He pulled the rope from his back pocket in readiness. His prick stretched inside his pants until it looked like he had a hammer handle in his front pocket.