Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

She closed her eyes and smiled as he rose and fell on her faster, driving his rigid fuck pole into her sucking pussy; crazy, creamy feelings washed over her as she fucked.

Her initial come was dynamic – and quick. Just the feeling of his thick, pistoning cock in her tight, clenching pussy was enough to make her come furiously. She jerked and whipped on the car seat as her cunt creamed wetly.

"Ohhh," she moaned after the first shocks of pure pleasure, "I love you! You, love me, don't you? Don't you, Clint? Ohhhh, you must love me, or you wouldn't be doing this!"

"Yeah, yeah… sure… I love ya… sure…"

He attacked her thrusting tits with his hungry mouth and sucked the hell out of her pink, spiking nipples as he happily fucked his stony prick in and out of her pussy.

He was genuinely surprised at her passion. He had expected her to be a good piece of ass, just looking at Marsha Brennan told a guy that. But now that his powerful cock was actually fucking her cute little pussy, he was amazed to discover, that, she could get downright raunchy.

Marsha heaved her cute ass up off the seat and churned her wet pussy round and round on his driving, drilling prick. The more she twisted, the better feelings she got deep down in her belly. When she discovered the secret to her own fucking pleasure, she capitalized on it by wrapping her pretty legs around the guy's hips. She clung tightly to him with her arms and legs as his beautiful cock ravished her open, sucking cunt.

Her liberated fuck-urge turned her into a wanton bitch, horny for prick. "Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh," she moaned hornily, fucking faster. "Give it to me! Ewww, what a cock you have. It feels so good up me. Give it to me, Clint! Ohhh, fuck meeeeeee!"

She needed this fucking by a normal boy to make her feel like a normal girl. This was a handsome, popular guy fucking her, not her drunken, brutal father. What a difference!

"What a difference!" she squealed, and twisted her tight cunt on his drilling cock.

"Different than what?" Clint groaned, ramming cock harder into her burning cunt.

"Nothing. Nothing. Ohhhh, just fuck me… I'm coming so goooood!"

She sure was doing that, the Clint realized. For such a chick, Marsha seemed awfully experienced in the pussy department. As her tight, twisting pussy delighted his raging cock, he wondered just who had been fucking her.

Marsha felt his prick enlarge within the confines of her juicy cunt-walls and that thrilled her. It delighted her to know that her fucking was going to make him shoot his powerful load of jism into her.

To make his orgasm wild and to prove that she was a big girl, she fucked her horny cunt furiously on his bulging, drilling prick. She whimpered and moaned passionately and screwed her ass around wildly. His bulging cockhead swabbed her pussy deep in her heaving belly every time she gave a thrust and twist to her cunt.

Clint's heavy nuts banged against her twisting ass several times as his cockhead penetrated deeply into the wetness of her sucking cunt. Then she felt them tighten up against the base of his slip-sliding cock, readying for the kill. He grunted loudly and rammed his cock into her heaving body.

His prick swelled up inside her sucking cunt and Marsha shrieked with yummy pleasure as her pussy creamed all over his ramming cock again. Her hot cunt-juice got him off. As it drowned his prick the hotness and titillated his gonads, his nuts burst wildly.

Great wads of thick cockcream shot through his cock pipes and gushed violently out of the small hole at the end of his prick. His cock jerked like a wild animal in Marsha's pumping cunt and she humped faster and harder to get all the come out of his balls. She wanted it.

Her eyes rolled in her head as his prick gushed savagely in her fucking pussy and his spitting cock only made her come more. She howled crazily and fucked him hornily.

"Ohhh, Clint, Clint!" she gasped, fucking hotly. "You're coming. I'm coming. Oh, ohhhh, it feels so good to me! Shoot it. Give it to me! Ohhhh, how you fuck a girl!"

Her ass writhed furiously and her pussy clenched tightly on his spitting cock, milking it wildly and sucking every drop of his jism out of him. She loved it.

A few seconds later, her eyes opened, and she rasped, "How horny you are! Wow!"

When he had pumped all his jism into her hungry little cunt, he withdrew his spent prick and sat up. He lit a cigarette while Marsha caught her breath. He gazed at her wet, furry cunt.

"You're a little bundle of dynamite," he laughed.

"I'm glad you like me."

"What else do you do?" he asked.

Marsha frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you fuck so good, I wondering what else you do. Do you give head?"

Marsha sat up. "Clint!" she gasped. "You shouldn't talk to a girl like that!"

He looked at her puzzled for a moment, then said, "Oh, I get it. You ain't horny right now. But I'll bet you suck a wicked cock when you're hot for it. You've sure got a sexy little mouth. I'd like to slip my prick in there."

"Please don't say things like that," she said.

"Okay," he replied. "But you would blow me, wouldn't you? I mean, you're not like those kids in your class, are you?"

Marsha didn't want to seem like a child to him. She glanced at his soaked, spent prick. "I guess I would," she admitted.

"Now?"

"No, not now!" she giggled, "I've got to be getting home."

Just the thought of home alarmed her suddenly. Fucking Clint had been so nice that she'd forgotten her situation.

She yanked her dress on and gasped, "Oh, Clint, I've got to get home right away! What time is it! Oh, God, I've got to get home!"

"Okay, okay," the boy laughed. "Calm down. I'll have you home in a jiffy. Easy, baby, easy. Don't get so excited."

"My father will kill me," she panted.

Clint started the car up and muttered, "Pretty strict guy, huh? I thought so. I never see you around at the parties or anything." As he drove he added, "Now I'm glad. It's kind of nice fucking a chick no one else is fucking, no one at school, anyway. You got a boyfriend?"

Marsha's mouth fell open and she looked thoroughly shocked. "Well, yes – you! I hope you don't think I'd do things like that with just any boy! Isn't that why you wanted to meet me? Because you like me? You want me to be your girl, don't you?"

Clint saw the panic in her eyes and he remembered that she was just a kid. "Uhhh, yeah, sure, Marsha. Sure I want you to be my girl."

"I should hope so!" Marsha exclaimed. "I'd hate to think you were the kind of boy who would screw a girl and then just drop her flat!"

He reached over and ran his hand up her inner thigh and rubbed her moist little cunt. "You don't have to worry about that," he said sincerely. "I have no intention of dropping you flat. Now that I've had some of your cute cunt, I want lots more. And other things, too."

"Oh, Clint," Marsha said softly. She felt so safe and secure.

When he drove onto her block, she had him let her out on the corner. "I'll walk to my house," she said.

Clint laughed. "Don't want your old man to see me, huh?"

"He'd be furious," she said.

"Okay. I'll call you."

"Oh, no! Don't do that! I'll call you!"

"Okay. Whatever you say."

"And I'll see you tomorrow anyway at school. We can go have a soda."

He didn't have the heart to tell her that he had a hot date the next day with a fuck-hungry cheerleader. "Sure," he murmured.

He drove off smiling and waving. Marsha waved back to him and felt all creamy-dreamy just thinking about what had happened. Imagine! Clint Fields, the football star! She had fucked the most popular boy in school!

She walked on air all the way to her house and entered humming to herself. When she pushed the door open, the living room was empty. But then the door crashed shut behind her and she whirled, startled. Her father had been hiding behind the door. He was insanely drunk.