J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

"Arh-rhg!" she babbled, feeling the big, swelling bubble of orgasm getting ready to burst inside her. Her whole body began to shake with it, and she suddenly didn't care who was there watching her or how many of them there were or anything else. She had to come!

"All right, Cobb – it's all yours!"

Suddenly, the pumping, sliding rod of soap was sucked out of her asshole with a loud pop that vibrated her whole bottom. She felt something softer, more velvety, smaller taking its place. She felt hairy thighs against her butt cheeks, and she knew instantly what was happening.

"No! Don't fuck me! No cock in me!" she nearly screamed.

Judy sucked at her cunt, the tongue washing in and out of her sodden, drooling hole, flipping her straining clit, driving her past the point of sanity.

Even though no cock had entered her body before, because of her strong determination that none ever would, there was one in her ass now, and she was going to come. There was no way to stop that from happening. She had been used. She was an object, instead of a woman with rights.

She was shit.

"Yaaaagh!" she bellowed, squeezing down hard, orgasm ripping through her body, shaking it; making her pussy suck and pulse shamelessly a round the tongue embedded in it. Her asshole pulled and drew at the cock screwed in there as if begging for its load of hot jism.

Her knees wouldn't hold her up any more, and she fell forward, catching herself on her hands just in time. Perhaps it was the first moment she realized both boys had released her arms.

That thought only added to her abject misery. It meant she had remained in that degrading position of her own accord; that she had let them fuck her ass and suck her cunt because it had felt good!

Because she'd wanted them to!

Because her closest friend had betrayed her and allowed them to abuse her and degrade her like any common, ordinary woman – like the meanest and basest of cunts. And her friend, her dear friend, had even offered to help!

Oh, Daddy, I tried! she cried inwardly. I tried not to be a girl! All these years, you know I've tried!

The door swung open suddenly, and Cora rushed in. "Clear out! She's coming! Get those guys out of here!" Her eyes swept over the sight before her, and she licked her lips as if wishing she'd been able to be there, instead of having to stand guard and watch for Captain Garner's return. "Oh, shit, Beth – we'll never get them out! We've had it!"

"Control yourself, Sergeant!" Beth snapped.

"Take them and the cadets around to the stalls and close the doors. Two stalls, a girl in each, so they can answer if she asks who's in them. And you shitheads keep your hairy legs from showing under the doors. Go on – move!"

Vera felt Frank scoop her limp body up in his arms and hustle her around the sink-lined wall.

They bumped their way into one of the stalls, and he closed the door. Clothing fluttered in over the top all over them. There were scurrying sounds, and then, incredibly, singing. They heard the main door bang open, and Miriam Garner's commanding voice.

"All right – what's going on in here?"

Vera didn't know how it happened, but she didn't dare move now. Frank was sitting on the toilet, his legs booked around the tops of her thighs. She was sitting on his lap, her feet on the floor, legs between his. His arms were around her, holding her to him, one hand totally covering her full tit, the other wrapped around her naked cunt. She could feel one of his fingers pressed in between her still swollen pussy lips.

Or was it his prick!

They heard the clump of shoes on the tile floor as Captain Garner came around and checked the stalls.

"Who's in there?" she demanded.

"Cadet Perkins, Ma'am!" Sandy bellowed in good military fashion from the stall next to them.

"What are you doing in there, Perkins?"

"Eliminating, Ma'am!"

"Who else is in there?"

Vera didn't answer. She was too shocked. She couldn't surmount the personal tragedy just befallen her. She had been fucked. She had been made a woman. She hadn't adjusted to being female yet.

"For God's sake, tell her!" Frank whispered urgently, his lips pressed against her ear. "Cadet Thomas, Ma'am – tell her! She's trying to look!" Frank was nearly shifting into the toilet. He could see the woman's necktie dragging the floor, meaning she was bending over to see under the door. He hoped to hell his balls weren't hanging down. He squeezed with both hands with his tension, hardly realizing he had hold of Vera's beautiful tit and slick, wet pussy.

"Cadet Thomas, Ma'am!" Vera said suddenly, sitting erect, her wits about her now.

It had just came to her. She hadn't been fucked like a girl! And she hadn't really asked for it anyway! Damn it, she was still a virgin!

Daddy, I'm still not a girl! she cried silently, her spirits soaring.

The shoes clumped away. They could hear her talking to Beth and Judy, now that the showers had stopped.

"Just taking showers, Miriam," Beth said casually.

"What's this?"

The rich, throaty chuckle filled the room. "Nice, huh? I got that in town last week. Best bar of soap I ever used!"

"Mmm. Bring it with you to my cottage tonight, and we'll try it. You too, Judy. Before you do, shave your pussy too. That's the most exciting thing Beth's thought up yet, only it's beginning to itch."

"Then I'll bring my razor, too," Beth chuckled. "After dinner?"

"No, make it after taps. That asshole Hollings is coming over."

"Miriam – a man?"

"Business, you little bitch," she said fondly. "It seems one of his sentries might have seen one of our hot twatted cunts sneaking around the men's dorm the other night. The shit head reported it, like a good little Hollings Hero. Ten to one it was Wilma gone to get her cunt reamed out by that Bast bastard again. I swear, those two will never learn to follow the rules long enough to get out of here without a discharge. By the way, how are Thomas and Perkins coming along? They ready to join our group yet?"

"Judy and I are still working on them."

"Well, hurry it up, if you can. That Thomas girl makes my cunt water. Damn, but she looks familiar."

The shoes clumped out of the tiled bathroom. Vera and Frank had been straining to hear the rest of it but caught only snatches of the hushed conversation. The part about Vera making her cunt water had come through loud and clear, as if intentionally. She couldn't help but stiffen and shiver in Frank's grasp. Then she felt something warm and heavy nudging at the bottom of her pussy. She looked down between her legs and saw his cock standing stiffly up from her crotch.

"You can let go of me now, you bastard," she said.

"What are you mad about? I had to follow the Goddamn orders."

"You didn't have to fuck my ass."

"At least I didn't come in you, Vera," he said reasonably. "Christ, give me credit for something."

"Nothing," she hissed, peeling his hand from her tit. She tried to get off his lap, but he held her against him, moving his thighs up against her firm asscheeks and forcing his prick to slide in the slick, sweet junction of her pussy groove and her inner thighs.

"Come on, Vera – quit fighting. I'm horny as hell."

"Don't you dare try to fuck that stiff prick into my pussy, you bastard! Let me up! God damn it, stop!" she cried, swatting her hand at the stiff cock thrusting up from her crotch.

"Oh, shit – Jesus, Vera, have a heart!" he gasped. "This won't hurt you, not this way. Ohhh, your pussy's so slick and soft against the top of my rod… oh, God, squeeze your thighs tighter, honey, just a little tighter."

He was humping faster, rocking on the edge of the toilet seat, fucking his throbbing prick through her warm flesh. Even if he wasn't fucking her sweet cunt, it was better than nothing.