Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

He pulled the bottle out of her pussy so he could watch her delightful pussy writhe and squirm for him. It was fun to kneel there and just observe the way her cunt churned and twisted. It made his prick stiff.

Half-crazed with lust and his brain fried by booze, he dragged his daughter's helpless body to the coffee table. He cleared it with one sweep of his powerful arm and draped Marsha's body over it. She was on her belly, her hair and hands fell onto the floor on one side of the table, her knees and feet touched the floor on the other side.

"Now you stay like that till I tell you to move," her father commanded.

He sat on the sofa and set his feet up on the table, one to each side of her writhing body. From this position he could look down at her naked round ass and cute, furry twat.

"There," he said with obscene satisfaction, "now I can really get a good look at you. Lovely girl. Pretty cunt. Nice ass. Cute little asshole you got. Hot pussy, huh, baby? Sweet ass."

Marsha gasped for breath and burned with indignation as her crazed father went on and on, staring at her private parts and saying dirty things about them.

She choked and coughed and gasped. Twisting her head a little she glanced over her shoulder to see why he was breathing so body and saying such filthy things. She gasped to see that her father was just sitting there, ogling her ass and cunt, whacking his enormous prick!

She watched his fist ride up and down the full length of his wet prick, nursing it and making it stiffer by the minute.

"No, Daddy, no more, please…" she begged.

Her father laughed lewdly and got on his knees between her spread thighs. Laughing as she screamed and pleaded, he shoved his powerful cock up into her juicy cunt and fucked her silly. The edge of the table cut across her flat belly as he lurched and plunged and rammed into her body. Marsha cried bitterly as he fucked her relentlessly.

Hers was the finest, tightest pussy he had ever fucked and Ralph couldn't get enough of her. His burgeoning cock loved the tight, wetness of her sweet cunt. He felt like he could fuck her forever and never let her close her pretty legs.

"See?" he laughed when she came helplessly, unwillingly. "See? You don't need no fuckin' punks to screw you. Just come to your old dad. I'll fix you good. No boy's got a cock as big as mine. Right? Right?"

Marsha's tears flowed as copiously as her pussy-juice as her dad raped her cunt. She never would have said so, but it was true that his prick was enormous. It had to be twice as big as Clint's! It felt as wide as the bottle he had shoved up her pussy.

Even so, she had never felt so humiliated and fearful in all her life. Something had come over her father. He was drunker than she'd ever seen him. And raunchier! He was downright bestial with her now, raping her, brutalizing her and abusing her body. She was scared to death of him…

She thought the horrible fucking would never come to an end. At the last, she helped it along. She had to in self-defense. She didn't think she could stand another orgasm on that tremendous cock! So she writhed her pussy on it as it rammed into her fuck-hole and she actually helped him get his hot rocks off.

In those wicked, horrible moments she realized that she probably didn't have to live through as much hell as she had been. If she did things to make him come, he wouldn't be able to fuck her so much!

With that thought in mind, she pushed back with her cunt and let it suck on his rampaging cock. She screwed it around a little and she heard her father groan with increased pleasure. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and braced herself. She fucked wildly on his stabbing, drilling cock. In no time at all his cock exploded in her writhing belly and he shot his fiery load into her.

She smiled to herself as her dad fell off her body and collapsed to the floor to catch his breath. She had won a small victory and she felt proud of herself. Now she knew what to do to keep him from fucking her to death. Just fuck his prick and make it shoot!

It was, just as well that she came to the insight. Starting that day her life became a living hell of constant and relentless sex. Her dad drank more and more and he raped her at every turn.

That very night, after she had eaten some dinner – he drank his – he dragged her to his bed. There he climbed onto her body and sat on her aching, pointed tits and made her suck him off after he fucked her between the tits to get his cock nice and stiff. Then he had sat on her tits and fed his prick to her soft, sexy mouth.

He ignored Marsha's pitiful crying and sorrowful pleas for mercy. He pulled her pretty head up off the pillow and fucked his thick prick into her wet mouth and made her suck on it.

It took Marsha quite a while to remember her own plan of defense. When she recalled what a girl could do to save herself, she took to licking and lapping his cockhead as he fucked his cock-shaft between her lips. She moaned as if she loved his prick and lashed it with her saucy little tongue, driving the man out of his mind with lust.

His cock grew larger and redder and wetter as she blew him. Then she remembered sexy pictures she had seen in men's magazines and she deliberately grasped his stony cock in her fist and jerked it while she sucked on it. Then she toyed with his big, hot nuts and teased them to the point of ejaculation.

Her father cried out crazily. His whole body jerked and shook as his prick exploded in the sweet girl's mouth. Marsha giggled with satisfaction and sucked him off like he'd never been sucked off before. She gulped down his jism, sucking all of it up out of his hairy nuts. When he fell beside her on the bed and passed out, she smiled proudly.

The following day school at least gave her a respite against her father's incredible lust. It took her some time before she could sit comfortably, her chair again. Her ass was so sore from her dad's enormous prick.

It took even longer for her to start feeling good about herself again. Little did she know that her nightmare was just beginning. Her father was at home waiting for her, drinking himself into a stupor.

But she found out the minute she got home. No sooner had she walked inside than her father grabbed her and ripped her dress off her body. When he saw that she was wearing panties and a little bra, he got furious with her and slapped her around the living room until she was weeping and cowering in a corner. There he decked her and raped her mouth, cunt and asshole, in that order.

He had her suck his cock until it was enormously rigid. Then he fucked her pussy and made her come something fierce. Just when she thought she could make his cock shoot into her cunt, he pulled it out and tossed her onto her belly. As she wailed and screamed in agony, he fucked her asshole brutally. There he shot his load.

When he conked out cold next to her, she cried bitterly for a long time. Even though he was out cold, she couldn't get away from him. She found it difficult to move her legs. The muscles along her inner thighs seemed hard as rock and they hurt when she tried to close her legs. Her father was fucking her too much!

Gasping and moaning with pain, she crawled along the floor into the kitchen. She reached the sink and pulled herself up onto her feet, panting for breath. She drank a glass of cold water and felt somewhat better.

Staring unseeingly out the kitchen window, she reviewed the recent sexual events of her life. Despair overwhelmed her as she realized that she would never see Clint Fields again. How could she? She had to come straight home from school so her drunken, lust-crazed father could fuck the life out of her!

She nibbled her lower lips and she thought about telling someone. But she blushed and felt ashamed. She couldn't possible tell a stranger that her own father was shoving his big cock into her every hole!