Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

She sauntered to his door and gazed at him on the bed. He looked almost handsome in his clean clothes. He certainly looked peaceful with his eyes closed. Gentle, too.

"Daddy?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm gonna go out for a while. Okay?"

It was another test, and she knew it. Ordinarily he would rant and rave about her going out around horny boys and stuff like that.

"Sure, honey, go ahead," he muttered. "Have fun. Wake me up when you get back and we'll have dinner together."

She stood there for long moments, dazed. Finally, she moved away and left the house. On the street a wave of tremendous relief washed over her and a big smile crossed her pretty face. Her tits were excited and she started bouncing down the street, walking briskly, her cute ass twitching happily. She felt like a new person – free, warm, at peace with herself and the world.

She felt that her life was finally beginning to shine.

The next day at school Marsha was bright and chipper after a good night's sleep. The day before, when she'd gotten home, she couldn't awaken her father. He was snoring like a truck driver and he had slept around the clock. Marsha had awakened refreshed and went to school singing.

Ordinarily she would have been glad to be kept after school. The longer she could stay away from her home and her dad, the better she felt. But her father was better now, so it depressed her when Mr. Adams said she'd have to remain after school. She was failing in history.

But when she returned to history class at the end of the school day, she found the room empty. At least she thought it was empty until she heard a noise in the small room in back. She went to it and started to pull the door open when she heard the darndest thing. It was a girl's moan.

She eased the door open a crack and peeked inside. Her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide as her tits rose up in alarm. Mr. Adams was standing with his back against a locker, his eyes closed, his mouth slack. On the floor was Marsha's best friend, Sandra Doon. The girl was on her knees and her pretty head was bobbing rapidly.

Then Marsha saw why. Sandra's fist was wrapped round Mr. Adams' enormous cock and she was sucking him off with obvious passion. Marsha heard her friend moan as she worked her mouth up and down the man's thick cock.

Marsha stared in disbelief for a long time. Then she stared in belief. Sandra was obviously enjoying the hell out of the teacher's massive prick. He sure wasn't forcing her to suck him off. Sandra was blowing him with all her mouth and lips and tongue had to offer.

Marsha grit her teeth against the waves of lust that suddenly and unexplainably shot through her cunt and tits. The sight of Sandra sucking the teacher's immense cock did something to her and she knew she had to get away from the scene before she did something wild.

She staggered out of the classroom as surely as if she had been drinking. The scene had intoxicated her. She hurried out of the building and walked across the lawns, mulling things over in her mind. She had shocked herself. Just seeing Sandra sucking a big prick had made Marsha want to suck it too! She was horrified at her own response.

How can I even think of such a thing? she wondered, alarmed that her tits and pussy tingled like crazy. What kind of a girl am I?

Marsha couldn't face the truth that she might simply want to suck a prick, so she sought an excuse for her natural feelings.

It's my father's fault, she decided. All that sex with him has done something to my body. I don't really like that sort of thing. It's just because of what he did to my tits and pussy.

She was so busy justifying her own erotic nature that she didn't see or hear the car pull up near her.

"Hey, Marsha. Are you sleep-walking?"

The voice shocked her and she gaped at the young man behind the wheel.

"Clint," she rasped in a funny voice.

Clint Fields looked dangerously handsome in his T-shirt and tight denims, grinning so sexily at her. He looked so sure of himself, as if he knew that her tits and cunt were buzzing.

Marsha sure knew it! The thoughts of her daughter-raping dad and the scene of Sandra sucking off Mr. Adams had done it. Now the mere look in Clint's eyes made her pussy cream right there on the street. She felt the warm fluid seep through her cunt-tunnel and she stifled a shudder of delight.

"You're sure a hard chick to meet," he chuckled. "Come on, hop in and take a ride with me."

Where was her decency? What had happened to her sense of right and wrong? Marsha didn't know as she automatically slid onto the seat next to the boy.

"I've been wanting to meet you for weeks," Clint said as he drove across town. "Didn't Sandra tell you? Well, no matter. You're here. Jesus, but you're a sexy chick, you know that?"

"Where, where are you taking me?" Marsha asked weakly. She wondered what she was doing in a car with a guy like Clint Fields. No girl in her right mind would go anywhere alone with him!

He drove to the isolated area known among the high school kids as Make-out Park. When it dawned on Marsha where they were, she caught her breath.

"I don't want to be here," she said breathlessly.

"Coulda fooled me," Clint laughed.

He turned off the ignition and in one fluid motion, turned to her and gathered her curvy little body into his arms. Marsha instinctively pushed at his broad shoulders.

"Clint, don't…"

His lips covered hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth. He seemed to have a dozen hands. One caressed her tits; another unzipped her dress. Another felt her pussy. Another pulled at her dress. Mother rubbed her naked ass.

Marsha felt herself sinking – down, down, down. The next thing she knew she was flat on her back, stark naked, and Clint was kneeling over her, opening his pants.

Her eyes widened as he produced his cock. It was huge, stiff, throbbing and wet.

"Oh, golly," she moaned.

Clint chuckled lewdly and pulled her hand to his hot cock. He folded her fingers around his cock-shaft and whispered, "Jerk it for me."

"Do, do you like me?" Marsha rasped, her tits rising and falling rapidly.

"Sure I like you. You're a sexy little thing."

"I mean, I like you, I wouldn't do anything like this with a boy I didn't like. I wouldn't want you to think…"

"Jerk it, will ya! Christ, but I'm horny for you!"

He leaned down and mashed his mouth to hers as his rough hand mauled her aching tits. The contact of his hot mouth and eager hand turned Marsha on something fierce. Her small hand gripped his cock tensely and she started whacking it up and down.

A strange sense of contentment came over her. Here was the kind of boy she had so often dreamed of.

Clint felt her furry cunt and ran a big finger up into her fuck-hole. He slid it in and out a few times and Marsha's pussy started turning and twisting.

She wrenched her hot mouth from his and gasped, "Your prick is so big! I've never played with a prick. I've never gotten it from a boy before."

Clint chuckled and drilled his finger into her pussy. "Well, you've sure been getting it from somebody," he laughed. "Your cunt is juicy and not cherry."

"Don't talk like that," Marsha said, blushing.

The guy laughed again, but kept his thought to himself. He mounted her and shoved his horny cock up into her soaked, little fuckhole.

The minute his young, virile cock entered her body, Marsha melted like snow under a hot sun. Her breath quickened, her arms snaked around his neck and she started fucking him with gusto – willingly and happily.

Her pleasure was enormous as the boy fucked his stiff cock in and out of her writhing cunt and she clung to him, loving every fucking inch of him in her. It was so glorious to want to fuck. It felt so good being young and horny and free to fuck a boy of her choice.