J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

"Stop! Stop!" she bawled struggling hard with him, squirming around in his lap. Unwittingly, her rolling asscheeks and squeezing thighs provided the tightness and stimulation he wanted, and his red cockhead swelled hugely.

"Ah! Ah, God – I'm coming!" he yelled.

Vera froze, staring down at her cunt with terror. His prick head nosed through her pussy folds in one final stroke and emerged right before her eye. She felt the heavy shaft throb against her cunt mouth and clit. She felt it swell inside the enfolding slick cunt lips. She watched the big eye at the end open wide as it spat a thick, hard stream of jism right toward her face.

The ropy stream arced through the air and hosed against her mouth. Cum coated her lips and ran down her chin. Jet after jet followed it, spurting into the air and arcing back to splatter over her thighs and belly, the streams wobbling around as she squealed and twisted with revulsion and fright.

"You bastard! Stop doing that! Oh, you filthy bastard – ugh!" Flavor burst into her mouth. She shook her head and spat, trying to get rid of the strange taste and the slimy sensation of his cum. She felt his hips buck upward repeatedly with each spasm wracking his body, and her tits bounced on her chest. His arms were tight around her belly, preventing her from getting up, and there was nothing she could do but sit there and endure the revolting spectacle of his orgasm. She just wished his prick would stop sliding up and down over her clit.

"Ohhhh, my God, what a hard one," Frank groaned. "Thank you, Vera – thank you."

He puffed into the side of her neck. His hands came up to bet tits again, cupping them gently. His prick jerked several times against her clit, inside the folds of her pussy lips. The flavor of his cum was in her mouth, and the stuff was wet on her chin and thighs.

In spite of herself, Vera paused in her struggles with him. This was the closest she'd ever come to getting fucked. It was the first time she'd tasted a man's cum, the first time there'd been a throbbing, spurting prick between her thighs and into the groove of her pussy and against her burning clit. There was something thrilling about all that [missing text].

Something that wasn't all bad, all horrible. In fact, she wouldn't keep from letting small shudder go through her. She felt her cunt spasm slightly, as if it were gripping at the shaft of his prick, wanting it inside her virginal body at long last. Sandy had said it was what her woman's body was made for. But she was.

Oh, Daddy – I'm trying! she nearly sobbed.

"Let go! Let go!" she cried frantically, pulling at both his arms, separating them from around her belly, springing to her feet inside the cramped stall. She turned and looked at him, splayed out on the stool, his body sagging, his cock wilting to the side, still leaking.

She opened her mouth to yell at him again, but didn't. She looked at him furiously. Not at his male cock and balls, which were new to her sight, but at his face – at his body. The form of it, the way it was arranged.

Again, she had the strange feeling she knew him. She moved the tip of her tongue against the inside of her lower lip in thought, an unconscious habit she had. Suddenly, she saw Frank looking at her quizzically too.

"Who are you, Vera?" he asked.

She stiffened suddenly. "The girl you tried to fuck," she shot at him. "I hope you enjoyed getting your jollies by rubbings your little penis against my thighs. Big man. God, you creep!"

"For God's sake, Frank!" Bast bellowed from the stall next to them, his voice a pained groan. "Fuck it down her throat and make her shut up, man – I'm trying to concentrate in here."

They heard Sandy moan too. "Ohhhh, Bill, your cock – it's splitting my pussy! Ahhhh, God, it's going clear up into my belly, I swear it is! I feel so full! I feel – ohhhh, Jesus, I'm going to… Bill, I'm going to do something naughty!"

Sandy's voice caught in her throat and then turned to a series of fluttering yips. Vera glanced in that direction and wanted to flee as fast as she could and as far away as possible. She fumbled with the latch on the door and stumbled through it, emerging from the stall right into the solid form of Beth Smith, who was standing there in front of the stalls with Judy. The two of them were watching Sandy and Bast, whose door was open so that he had room to straighten his legs out while he held Sandy on his lap.

His hands held the round balls of her butt cheeks, and he moved them up and down and around, twisting her fucked pussy around the imbedded spear of his cock. She had her arms around his neck. Her head was tipped back with passion, and she groaned constantly. Her feet were just touching the floor so she could help him lift her cunt up and down his standing cock. Her upper torso rocked back and forth so that her tightly nippled tits brushed over his lips and licking tongue. Her thighs were outside his as she straddled him, and they squeezed his legs convulsively.

"Ohhhh, I'm going to come!" she squealed. "And I… I can't stop… I can't hold it, Bill! I'm going to… ohhhh, my God, don't get mad, I can't help it!"

Vera wanted to turn away. Beth wouldn't let her, making her watch, making her see what it was like to be thoroughly fucked by a big, hot cock. None of them expected to see what they saw next when Sandy began to come.

The little blonde tightened her arms around Bill's neck. Her eyes popped open. She looked down at her pussy, seeing the way her puffy cunt lips were spread wide open, her straining clit rubbing up and down against his hairy underbelly.

A quick shudder passed through her as she gasped and began to come, bunching her pelvis toward him to drive his prick to the very depths of her pussy. Then they heard it, rather than saw it. A hissing sound over her groaning squeals.

"Yaaaah, I can't stop!" she cried, clinging to him and coming.

"Jesus Christ!" Bast choked, looking down at their fucking middles. "I've never – no cunt has ever… ohhhh, shit, take it, baby, take it all! I'm going to hose up your cunt and blast you full!"

His hips lifted. His balls pumped. They both bellowed and shook, and the hot stream hissed from Sandy's cunt on his belly and around their throbbing organs and over the sides of his hips and down his balls.

Sandy pissed and came and yelled and came some more. She couldn't stop the hot flow. Every squirt of his prick, flooding her cunt walls with jism, brought a new spurt from her spread-lipped twat, until she was empty of piss and wrung dry by the harsh orgasmic spasms.

"Oh, damn," she moaned finally, slumping against him. "That was the raunchiest thing I've ever done in my life!"

"Hey, it's okay." Bill laughed, hugging her little body. "It was a gas. I hose you, you hose me. It's fair."

"It's revolting!" Vera cried vehemently, spinning out of Beth's grasp. She snatched her clothing off the floor and ran as hard as she could out of the bathroom and down the hallway, not caring if she was naked or not.

She rushed into the room she shared with Sandy and slammed the door, leaning back against it, panting. Her head whirled. She couldn't believe all that had just happened. Not just the way she had been degraded and used, but Sandy – Sandy! Her lifelong friend, the one person more dear to her than any other, even her father.

It was no secret to her that Sandy fucked. She'd known that since the first time Sandy had let a boy nail her in the back seat of his car three years ago.

But she'd never known Sandy to be so wanton, so willing to have her little body abused her person abused.

Vera drew in a deep breath, her tits thrusting forward. Sandy had never understood. Not really. She had no concept of rights, of the sanctity of being a woman. She not only didn't understand, she'd actually turned against Vera there in the shower.