J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

"Does it feel like a trick? Isn't my cunt wet enough for you? Doesn't it feel like I want you to fuck me?" She squeezed her pussy muscles shamelessly around his hard prick.

"Why do you want to fuck me? I'm raping you."

"Not any more. Not now. I'm a woman now. You've made me a woman, and I love it. I want to fuck. Oh, God – I want to fuck! It's crazy, I know, but I don't even care who you are. You're gentle. You care. You started out wanting to use me, seeing that I was tied up and helpless, but you haven't abused me the way the others did. And now I'm using you. Isn't that funny? Oh God, untie my hands so I can throw my arms around your neck and hug you while I fuck your big hard prick!"

He gasped. She felt him shiver atop her and his cock throb inside her. Apparently, he believed her. The strange part was she had meant every word, because it was time for a change.

And she felt changed!

He rocked their bodies to the side, not giving up his deep penetration of her sweltering pussy. His hands worked at the knot, and then her wrists came free.

"Oh, thank you," she groaned, stretching her arms, making the muscles in them work again. She slid them around his neck and hugged him to her, feeling the hair at the back of his neck to see if it was Frank fucking her so beautifully. It wasn't.

She thrust her hips at him, adjusting her butt on the ground. "Now," she cried openly. "Fuck me!"

He puffed against the side of her face and drove his prick into her pussy harder and harder. The angle was different now, without her hands under her back, and it made her pussy tighter than ever, better able to suck around his prick and pull him into her body.

"Ohhhhh, God, yes! Fuck me!" she cried wantonly, tossing her head, wishing the black bag would work up over her eyes so she could see who this gentle, hot fucker was.

It was fitting that she couldn't see him, didn't know who he was. There was no personality, then. Just prick. Just fucking. Just the sensation she'd denied herself all these years. It was pure sex, without overtones or distracting meanings. He was cock, and she was hussy, and her emotions soared.

"Ahhhh, God – it's so good!" he croaked tightly, his voice losing that disguised sound.

Vera gasped and nearly froze. He pumped his prick in and out of her pussy. He gasped and breathed with increasing heaviness, and she knew he was about to come.

Her body went wild. She tossed her hips and sucked with her pussy and fucked him as if she'd fucked a thousand times before and knew just how to bring a man off and make his prick throb and squirt violently in her pussy.

"Oh, God! God!" he groaned. "So hot!"

"Yes! Ohhhh, your prick is so good! Fuck me! I'm going to come!"

"Yes!" he choked.

"Now-now! Come with me! Now! Fuck my girl's body! Fill me with hot cum! Hose it into my pussy and come as hard as you want!"

"Oh, Jesus, what a sweet young kid. Now! I'm coming!"

It was now or never. She lifted her hips and pulled his ass in with her locked ankles, sinking his prick so deeply he couldn't pull it out. Then she moved her hands from his neck and pulled the hateful bag up over her head just as his cock bucked heavily and shot the first jet of hot cum into the back of her pussy. She stared directly into his eyes and saw the shock there as he looked at her face and recognized her. He couldn't have known who she was by looking at her body, because it had been the wrong body for the many years he hadn't wanted to look at it.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" she cried happily, taking his cum into her, her own orgasm whipping through her now. "Fuck this girl's body under you!"

"Vera!" he cried, his eyes shocking open. He tried to yank his hips back and his prick out of her sucking, milking pussy, but she had him locked in tight and he couldn't move.

"Oh, don't stop! Pour your cum into me! Damn you, Daddy – fuck my pussy and come in it and know you have a daughter!"

She shuddered violently, hugging her arms around him, coming and coming. It was the happiest moment of her life. It didn't matter how wrong it was supposed to be to get fucked by your father. It went much deeper than that, far beyond it.

He had felt desire for her. He had wanted her. Now he was pouring himself into her, giving her more of himself now than he ever had – and it was because she was a woman, with a desirable woman's body and slick pussy, not because she was his daughter and he'd harbored incestual desires for years. It was because he hadn't known she was his daughter that he'd been able to fuck her.

"Oh, my God…" he croaked, unable to do anything but lie on her with his prick buried deep and his jism spurting again and again into her sweet young pussy.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned finally, hugging him and kissing him, unable to suppress a tiny giggle. "Don't you see how funny it is? You, me neither one of us can go around any more pretending I'm not a girl. Not now, Daddy. Oh, hell, if this doesn't convince you of it, then I give up. You're hopeless!" She hugged him hard and couldn't stop laughter from bubbling up inside her and making her pussy muscles nip and suck at his full prick.

It took a while. But he started to chuckle too. He kissed her cheek. Then he hugged her tightly, rocking them back and forth on the ground.

"Oh, Vera, I've been such a blind, silly bastard haven't I? God, what was the matter with me. You're beautiful! You're every bit as lovely and desirable as your mother was – more! That's what got me when I saw you there. Oh, Jesus, I hope you don't think I go around taking advantage of tied up girls all the time. It was – I should have known it was you. God, you looked just like her – the way she used to look – the way oh, Vera," he nearly sobbed suddenly, burying his face against her neck. "Vera, what have we done!"

She kissed him gently. She held him. She felt a sob of anguish rock his body. "We've found each other, Daddy," she said softly. "That makes it all right. It does, it does! I've wanted you to love me all my life – for me, for what I am, a girl!"

"Aaagh, what a silly bastard I've been! Running, running, since your mother died, blaming you, jumping from one woman to the next, feeling cheated that I had no son, trying to…" He pulled back and gestured toward her full, spiring tit, a smile cracking his face. "Trying to pretend you were the boy I wanted. Jesus, how blind can a guy get?"

"Pretty blind," she giggled, pushing her tits into him, sucking her wet pussy up and down his prick. "Oh, Daddy – fuck me again? I really liked it. This is my first time, you know."

He looked at her. Her pushed at the ground suddenly. "No, Vera," he said seriously. "This was a mistake – a good one, but an honest mistake. If we did it again, it would be wrong."

He sat behind her, seeming embarrassed now, tugging up his pants. When he had them on, he looked at her naked body again. "I doubt I'll forget," he explained. "You certainly are a girl, honey. No question about it in my mind any more."

"What are you doing here, Daddy?"

"You wanted to see me."

"I mean up here," she insisted, pointing at the ground.

"I got here earlier than I thought I would. I saw a couple of girls lieutenants, I think they were asked were you were. The dark-haired one said you were down here at the lake. So, it seemed like a nice day, and… strange girl. Kept grinning, like she had some kind of joke she was playing." He looked at her, the question just dawning on him. "And what the hell are you doing up here, all tied up and naked? I heard you yelling for help."

"I was the butt of the joke Lieutenant Smith was playing," she said. "Never mind the rest of it. It's over. I want to leave here, Daddy. I want to go out in the world and be a woman, not a soldier boy. That's why I asked you to come up." He looked at her for a long, searching moment. "Of course, honey," he said quietly, "I've wronged you so badly! I don't think I can deny you anything you ask from now on."