J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

Vera let out a sound that was half a sob and moved to the side of the bed. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and turned, viewing her trim body full on.

It was a woman's body. There was no way to hide it. It was no longer possible to deny it, the way she had for so many years while she was growing up.

Even when her tits had begun to bud, the nipples swelling and turning pink, the flesh around them swelling and taking form, she'd been able to wear tight clothing and bind them to her chest. Or very loose and baggy clothing, so the little bumps wouldn't show when she sat at the table across from her father and ate dinner.

That was all over, now. Her tits were full grown. They thrust from her chest in tight cones, the tips tilted up slightly, the nipples sticking pertly from the ends. Her hips were no longer boyish, either. They flared outward from the long, slim line of her small waist. Her butt cheeks were apple-round globes jutting from behind. And when she wore her bikini panties, the crotch of them was not filled with the bulge of cock and balls. It was packed with the sweet, puffy lips of her pussy.

She cupped her tits and squeezed them hard and watched her face crinkle up in the mirror with the pain she inflicted on herself, hating her woman's tits, wanting to rip them from her chest and be flat again.

"Oh, Daddy – I don't know what to do any more!" she cried with a tormented sound. "You didn't want me to be a girl, and I've tried so hard not to be one, but – God, Daddy! Look at me!"

She spun around and flung herself onto the bed, sobbing. He'd wanted a son. Her mother had borne a girl and then died before she could give him a son, a real boy instead of the imitation one he'd made her be all her life.

"I've done everything to please you, Daddy," she wailed, sobbing into the pillow. "Even become a Goddamn soldier for you, and you still don't give a shit for me! What do I have to do to please you, Daddy? I want you to love me! I need you!"

She was going at it so hard she didn't hear the door open. She heard it close, though, and she lifted her head quickly and saw Sandy standing just inside, looking at her uncomfortably.

"Vera, what…"

Vera brushed the tears from her cheeks angrily and sat up, not looking at her. "Leave me alone," she said.

Sandy came to her and sat on the bed beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder, hugging her tenderly. "Honey, what's wrong? Why are you crying? In here talking to yourself a mile a minute?"

"Leave me alone, Sandy! You wouldn't understand it even if I told you!"

"I'm the only one in the whole world who would understand, Vera, you know that," she said gently.

"Then that leaves nobody."

Sandy sighed. She dropped her arm from Vera's shoulder and sighed again. "I know. I was wanton and shameless and despicable. I let a boy fuck me, not once but twice. And what a fucker he was. He literally fucked the piss out of me. And worst of all, I loved every stroke of it – because I'm a girl, and I'm supposed to love it! Oh, Vera, when are you going to stop denying what you are!"

"Shut up, Sandy!"

"You're beautiful Vera, don't you know that? Can't you tell it when you look in the mirror? God, I'd give anything to have your full, sloping tits instead of these little bangers of mine… I wish I had your long, slim waist instead of this short thing with the hips that come out like the sides of a jug. I've got these crummy freckles instead of creamy skin like yours. One eye's blue and the other one can't decide whether it's green or brown or somewhere in between. Jesus, Vera, if I only had what you've got, I'd be the happiest girl alive!"

"Damn it, Sandy!" Vera said, turning her head to glare at her friend.

"All right, Vera, all right. You don't want to be a beautiful girl. Don't be one, then. Just lie back here and close your eyes."

"What are you doing?"

Sandy had her by the shoulders and was pushing her down onto her back. She was very persistent about it, puzzling Vera.

"Close your eyes, I said. Here, feet up – that's it. Put your hands down. Now, just lie there. You're not a girl. You're a boy, just like your dad's wanted all these years. I'm the girl, not you."

She passed her hand over Vera's face and bent down and kissed her lips.

Vera's eyes popped open. "Sandy."

"Mmm, you didn't shave too well this morning, honey," she said, rubbing Vera's cheek with hers, putting her soft lips moistly against her slim neck.

"Sandy, cut it out."

"Shh. Close your eyes. Just lie there and enjoy the feel of my girl's tits against your hard chest, your hairy chest. There, doesn't that feel good? Wouldn't you like to suck my tits?" She rubbed her small breasts over Vera's standing tits, running her hand down Vera's side, smoothing it over the side of her hip and against her inner thigh.

"Don't do this, Sandy," she said, her voice going husky, her legs parting inspite of herself.

"I'm going to suck your prick, now. My soft, girl's lips against your hard, thrusting prick. I'm going to roll your balls in my hand and slide my tongue up and down your big cock until you come and fill my mouth with your hot jism."

"Oh, God [missing text]."

Sandy moved down the slim body, not allowing her time to object enough to stop it. She kissed the smooth skin of her belly and thighs, opening Vera's legs even wider. She stared into the parted slit of her pussy, seeing the puffy cunt lips, the pink nub of her straining clit, just the way she knew she would find it.

"Ohhh, what a big, hard cock!" she whispered hotly. "I'm going to suck that big prick!"

She glanced up Vera's body, between the hard, standing tits jutting firmly from her chest. She saw that Vera's eyes were closed again, her full lips slack, her nostrils flaring. The skin over, her belly jumped. Her legs jerked apart another inch. The straining clit seemed to fill even more, as if it really were a prick, coming to full erection.

Sandy licked her lips. She inhaled the sweet perfume wafting from Vera's cunt. She felt her own pussy watering again and squeezed her thighs tightly together, her butt cheeks quivering.

She moved up slightly and let her breath flood warmly over Vera's sweltering pussy, watching as the full cunt lips swelled apart. She stared right down at the straining root of her clit and couldn't wait any longer.

With a soft moan, she dipped her head and sucked the hot nub between her lips, flicking the head of it with the tip of her tongue. She tried as hard as she could to pretend it was Bill Bast's prick to make it as realistic as she could for Vera.

"Ohhhh, God," Vera moaned, her pelvis rocking upward, her legs shivering.

"I'm sucking your cock!" Sandy said, groaning again, drawing the whole clit into her mouth, pulling on it, rolling the head and root with her tongue. She resisted the overwhelming urge to lap at the slick, puffy cunt flesh, to run her fingers into Vera's quaking, silken pussy hole and finger fuck her. She wanted to thrust her tongue deep into the satiny cavern and twirl it around and drink down Vera's cunt juices, but she didn't do it. It would ruin the thing they were doing. It would make Vera a girl again, having her tits played with and her cunt hole sucked and stuffed with tongue and fingers.

Sandy knew Vera had been right. She didn't fully understand what Vera's problem was. At the moment, she didn't care. She was entranced by Vera's beauty. She had told the truth in the shower – she liked to play girl games. Vera didn't know it, but this wasn't the first time Sandy had sucked pussy before, and it wouldn't be the last. She just loved sex – all kinds.

But right now, she was in heaven. She'd wanted to eat Vera's cunt for as long as she could remember. If she had to pretend Vera's clit was a prick, it didn't matter. She pulled and drew on the tiny, organ and moaned as if her mouth were stuffed with a huge, throbbing cock.