Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

"Ohhh, Miss Sloan, Arlene, you're so smart!"

"Thank you. It's sweet of you to say that. But I'm not so smart – just experienced. I've been through what you're been going through. I understand your confusion and mixed emotions about having sex with your father."

"I have to tell you a secret," Marsha said, blushing slightly. "I let him fuck me one night. He was terribly sick and I wanted to take care of him and we were in his bed and I, well, I let his cock get into my pussy. But it was different, Arlene! Really! It felt like I was helping him. I didn't feel raped at all that night. But then…"

"There, there, I understand," Arlene said soothingly. "Don't think about the bad times. Cherish your feelings about that one good time. If your father takes his problem seriously, you might have many more good times to make up for the bad ones."

Marsha frowned, puzzled. "You sound like you're saying it's okay if I fuck my dad."

"I am," Arlene replied, smiling. "If it's your free choice. I don't care who fucks who in this world, so long as both parties are willing and happy about it. I know a priest who fucks a few of his parishioners. But it's by mutual consent. You see? If you and your father want to fuck, that's your business. But no rape. No brutality. No cruelty."

Marsha looked positively dazed. "Oh, Arlene, you're an answer to prayer! I've been so mixed up about that! You make it sound right! Ohhh, I've been trying to figure out why I liked coming when my dad was so brutal with me. Sometimes I secretly wished he would be gentle with me and love me and let me get hot first and then fuck me tenderly as if I counted as something. He's caused me so much fear and misery!"

"Now, now, don't cry again," Arlene said. "You don't have to shed any more tears. You're too pretty to be crying about such a thing. You should be enjoying your sexuality, celebrating it with joy."

She leaned forward a little and whispered, "I'd like to kiss your eyes. May I?"

That puzzled Marsha. "My eyes? You want to kiss my eyes?"

"Yes. May I?"

"Well, yes, I guess so."

Arlene pressed her lips gently against Marsha's eyelids and kissed first one then the other. Then she let the very tip of her tongue protrude from her mouth and she gently licked each eyelid.

"That feels nice," Marsha sighed.

Arlene smiled at her. "Let's try it on the lips," she whispered. Her eyes closed as she kissed the girl tenderly and lovingly.

"Mmmm," Marsha moaned.

Arlene drew her face away from Marsha's and stared into her clear eyes. "I'd like to do that to your tits. Will you let me give you some tender love for a change?"

"Well, I don't know."

Arlene slowly peeled Marsha's T-shirt upward and hiked it above her jutting tits. "Here, just hold it up a minute and see if you like this."

Marsha held her T-shirt bunched up and peered down in shocked amazement as the beautiful young woman gently kissed, nibbled, licked and sucked her swollen tits.

"Oh, golly," Marsha breathed, unconsciously urging her naked tits forward for some more female tenderness.

Arlene smiled to herself and kissed her way downward. She tongued Marsha's navel and the girl quivered. She needed no more coaxing then. Heaving a sigh of relief, she unzipped her shorts and shoved them down.

Inflamed by the teenager's movement and willingness, Arlene pushed the shorts all the way off and then licked her tongue down into Marsha's soft, furry pussy-hair.

She dropped on her knees beside the sofa and as her hot tongue slipped over the girl's sweet pussy-lips Marsha moaned deeply and stretched out on the sofa. She surrendered her body completely to this amazing, thrilling, gentle, love-making.

Arlene shivered with secret excitement and sucked the best cunt she'd had in her mouth in months. She worked her slippery littie tongue up into Marsha's suddenly grinding cunt and ate her out, leaving her breathless and heady.

Then both girls undressed. Stark naked, they went to Marsha's bed where Arlene taught her the joys of sixty-nine and lesbian love. Marsha writhed and came wetly dozens of times. She quickly picked up how to suck a woman's pussy in return. Both females moaned and groaned and whimpered with passion as they got each other off numerous times, delighting and exciting one another.

All of Marsha's pain and suffering was flushed out of her writhing body with her juicy come.

Marsha was certain that Arlene Sloan was the nicest thing that ever happened in her life. After the social worker left, Marsha remained buzzing for hours. Every inch of her lovely body vibrated with sexy, creamy feelings after Arlene finished licking her everywhere.

So when her brother Ernie came home, Marsha was in a very good mood, hopeful and happy. Because of her new feelings, she was good to her brother, even though he arrived drunk out of his mind. She helped him into the kitchen and fed him black coffee. Then, she cooked him a good dinner, which he really appreciated. A few moments later, he rushed into the bathroom and puked it all.

Marsha couldn't bear to see her brother going through the same agony her father had gone through, so she escaped to her bedroom. She closed the door and got into bed and began reading a good book. It was then that her brother made her first, visit to her bedroom.

At first everything seemed normal. Ernie knocked at the door and waited until Marsha told him to come in. She was, naked, so she pulled a sheet up around her jutting tits. Ernie entered and sat on the edge of her bed.

"I just wanted to thank you for the dinner," he said.

Marsha smiled happily. "Thank you for thanking me," she purred.

It felt good. Before he'd gotten sick, it had been nice sitting at the table with, him and eating with him. She looked at him with affection.

She hadn't seen much of Ernie until he'd started drinking like his dad. Since then he'd been home more. Just this evening in the kitchen he had complimented her on how she looked cooking dinner. He resumed that train of thought now.

"You looked grown up fixing dinner like that," he remarked. "More like eighteen or nineteen in that short dress you were wearing."

"I need new clothes," Marsha said.

"Yeah. I can see why. It shows. Some of the guys were telling me they wished they were here all alone with you every day."

"Oh?" she said, aware of a strained look in his eyes. Why was he staring so hard at her where she was holding the sheet against her tits?

"Yet. A couple of them actually wanted to date you."

"Thanks for that," Marsha said. "It's good to have a big brother looking out for me."

"I like to look out for you, Marsha," he said thickly, and his eyes burned into the sheet. "In fact, I just plain like looking at you. You've sure grown up lately. I watched you moving around in the kitchen tonight and, I swear, you really got my mind to working."

"Wh – what do you mean?" Marsha queried, swallowing hard.

"I ain't been with a girl in a long time," Ernie told her. "I think I drink too much. I've been having some personal trouble, if you know what I mean. You don't? Well I, I don't get it up the way I want to."

"Oh, I don't want to talk about a thing like that!" Marsha exclaimed.

He didn't seem to hear her. "I miss touching a pretty girl, miss getting touched by a pretty girl."

"Ernie, I'm sleepy. It's been a hard day. Dad's going to be in the hospital for weeks and I've been worried. I ought to get some sleep."

He ignored her hint. "Your skin is so creamy. Your body's so curvy, so young and fresh. Just thinking about how you looked in the kitchen in that little dress makes me want to…"

His mouth was on hers before she knew what was happening. His tongue invaded her mouth and his hand grabbed a firm, jutting tit and mauled it hotly as he kissed her hornily.