J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

Suddenly, it didn't feel good any more. His cock was like a log in her ass. "God, you're killing me! Take it out of my ass! It hurts now! HELP!"

She opened her mouth to scream again and the gag was suddenly back in it, stuffed deep. She felt the strength of the hands forcing her jaws closed around it. She winced, waiting for the fist, she feared to come bashing into her face.

She waited for an interminable time. There was nothing but silence, the sounds of the birds and insects.

"Dumb shit!" the one behind her whispered angrily.

"Fuck you. Who's gonna hear her?"

"Maybe the other twats we were supposed to get."

The one at her head got to his feet. She heard him walk away a short distance.

"Sorry about that turd, baby," the one on her back said, his lips close to her ear now, talking softly, breathily. "I had you liking it, didn't I? Huh, didn't I? Answer me." He loosened the gag.

"Y-yes!" she moaned. "But it hurts now. Take it out – oh, please, take your prick out of my ass."

"Just relax again. This is the sweetest, hottest ass I've ever fucked, and I'm too far gone to quit now. Here it comes, baby – take it and like it again!"

He started moving on her back, fucking his hips up and down again. His fingers rolled her clit, dabbled in her wet pussy meat. His prick ran in and out of her asshole, and electric sensations coursed thorough her body despite the fright and pain she'd just been through.

"Yeah, yeah," he grunted breathily. "That's the way, honey – go loose and open. Ohhhh, what a sweet, hot asshole you've got. Jesus, I'm going to come in it. Hot damn, I'm going to flood your butt! Oh, yes! I can feel your cunt muscles sucking at my fingers, running with slick, sweet juice. You're hot too! Come with me, baby! Now! Oh, yeah – do it now! Ahhhhhrgh!"

She nearly did. If he hadn't been quite so quick, she would have come. She felt his prick stretch into her asshole and throb wildly. Hot, liquid steam spurted from his prick into the depths of her butt, making her dark tunnel suddenly slick and wet.

His thighs shuddered around her hips as he pumped and spurted into her butt. His gasping breath bathed the side of her neck with moistness and lust, and she couldn't believe the strange intimacy of the moment.

Just as his prick was bucking out the last jets of cum, she heard running sounds, the other one crashing through the underbrush.

"Some fucker's comin' up, man! Jesus Christ!" he blurted. "You still fuckin' her? I don't believe this! Time for this boy to split, I'll tell you!"

She heard him swear again and continue crashing up the slope as fast as he could go.

"Shouldn't have yelled, baby. We could have fucked up a storm."

He grunted and heaved up off her, pulling his prick from her asshole with a burning suck and pop. Hot juice trailed across the back of her thigh from his leaking cock. She felt her butt hole vibrate with the sudden emptiness, and it pulsed wildly.

He didn't even stay to pull his pants up, doing that on the run. Very suddenly, she couldn't hear either of them any more.

It was nightmarish. They had come and used her and gone, and she lay on the dank ground naked, cum leaking from her asshole, her tits smeared with bits of crumbly humus, her pussy leaking a dark spot on the ground beneath her, the lips still bloated and trembling.

Besides being frightened and jittery, she felt a nagging frustration. She'd been so close to coming, and he'd left her hanging.

"Oh, God…" she moaned, rolling to her side, wondering how she was going to get free, wondering if anybody else were really coming or if the scare had been the nasty one's way of getting back. She rubbed her head on the ground, trying to work the black bag up so she could at least see. It was stuck somehow.

She didn't hear him until he was standing over her, and then she knew he was looking down at her naked body, filling his eyes with the sight of her.

"My God," she heard him mutter softly, a sound of awe in his voice.

"Help me," she pleaded, not knowing whether to be frightened again.

He didn't respond. She heard his breathing. She could tell he was simply standing there, looking at her. Thinking – what?

"Please?" she said again.

She heard him moving around. He went from one side of the small clearing to another and around in a big circle. She followed his movements with turns of her head, even though she couldn't see him at all. She rubbed the ground with her head again, trying to get the damn bag off it. At one moment she was frightened, at the other, not. What could he do to her that hadn't been done already, besides fuck her some more.

He came back. She heard the clank of a belt buckle and knew what he had decided.

"Don't fuck me," she said, knowing the request was useless.

He reached out and rolled her to her back. He pulled the bag fully down over her head, just to be certain it wouldn't slip up past her eyes. He hadn't said a word, except the first soft utterance at finding her bound and helpless and naked.

He slid his hands over her tits, feeling the firm, pointed ripeness of them. He sucked on the nipples, one and then the other. He was quite gentle. At least she could be thankful for that.

His hands moved down her torso, exploringly, testing the smallness of her waist, the flare of her hips, the long, tapering length of her thighs. He slid his hands up the slender columns, his fingers gently kneading the resilient, young flesh.

They moved up and up, until they reached the bloated, sweltering lips of her pussy. He touched the puffy flesh of her cunt gently, whisperingly. He slid one fingertip up the inside, of a silky lip and down the other. He touched the tip of her budded cunt, and Vera couldn't help the quick intake of breath it caused her.

"Oh, God… don't…" she whimpered.

"So beautiful," he whispered with a choked sound.

"Please don't fuck me!" she gasped, feeling him separate her pussy lips and look at the pink, satiny meat of her virginal cunt mouth. At the same time, she couldn't help the shiver of lust that raced through her young body and made her hips lift up ward for more of his touch.

He quickly untied her ankles and then slowly separated her legs, sliding his hands up them smoothly again, getting on his knees between them.

She felt him lean over her body. She felt the heat of his hips and thighs as he lowered himself toward her. Then she sucked in her breath and whimpered when the tip of his hot prick touched the slick, sweet folds of virginal cunt meat and began nosing inside her body.

"No… no…" she cried softly, her hips giving a shameless jerk.

"I've got to," he groaned, sinking slowly, gently down and in.

Frank Cobb marched purposefully across the campus, not certain what he felt or what he was going to say when he got there.

He felt disgusted with himself for what he'd done to Sandy. Not fucking her in the ass – she'd begged for that. For trying to hurt her. He was glad he'd been unable to because he didn't like hurting anybody.

He was angry that Vera and maybe Sandy were going to leave the academy. He didn't want Vera to leave. She sparked something inside him he couldn't quite define, and he could tell that she was attracted strongly to him as well. He didn't want to lose her.

And he was thoroughly pissed at the two cunt lieutenants he'd met after he'd left Sandy and Bill and Wilma all fucking and hurried around the lake in what he knew would be a futile effort to catch up with Vera and try to explain to her. Instead, he'd run into those two bitches. Beth Smith had tried to do her superior officer number on him again, and he'd all but told her to go fist fuck herself.

They were the reason Vera was going to leave. First the shower duty episode to degrade her, and now this laps around the lake business. There might be ten more things he didn't know about, but the two were enough. When students were ready to leave because of the hazing, somebody had to hear about it. This wasn't the fucking Army yet.