Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

Marsha wrenched her mouth from his and gasped, "Ernie! Don't…"

His mouth captured hers again hungrily. He sucked at her lips and tongue as if he were dying of thirst. His hands moved like striking rattlesnakes and there was no stopping him.

He crushed her down onto the bed and his hands explored her curves. He grabbed the sheet and felt her naked tits, her slim waist and furry pussy.

Marsha gasped for breath, smothered by his fervent kiss. Fear rendered her helpless as his mouth and hands rekindled the fires Arlene had left burning in her body.

His hand traveled down her body, pushing away the obstructing sheet. When he had it all the way off, he gazed down at her cunt. Marsha panted for breath and blushed profusely as her brother's eyes burned into her exposed, defenseless pussy.

She struggled, but knew that her fight was hopeless. Ernie had the same strength for lust that her father had when he wanted to fuck her. He easily overpowered her, but still whimpered and sobbed.

"Jesus, your tits are hard," her brother rasped hotly, feeling them all over. "You're so pretty. Such a cute cunt."

"Ernie, please, don't," Marsha sobbed. "This isn't right. Please, not you, too!"

"What do you mean, too? Who else has been fucking you?"

"Daddy!" she cried, expecting this news to sober him up.

Ernie raised his head from her thrusting tits and jabbed his finger into her cunthole. "Well, I'll be damned," he said hotly, "you been giving it to dad!"

"I haven't been giving it to him!" she cried. "He's been taking it!"

"Then I'm gonna take a little, too," Ernie laughed. He drilled his big finger up into her juicy cunt.

"No, noooo!" Marsha cried. "It isn't right. It isn't right."

"Why not?" Ernie chuckled. "It feels good, don't it? How can it be bad when it feels so good?"

"Because you're my brother!" she gasped, writhing her pussy on his tantalizing finger.

"Well, shit," he argued, "if you fucked dad, you can fuck me. Imagine that old bastard banging your sweet pussy. How many times did you fuck him? Huh? How many? That son-of-a-bitch! Probably been fucking your ass off, huh? Lucky bastard. Well, now I'm gonna get mine!"

He sprawled himself on top of her heaving body. Marsha knew then that he'd gotten his cock out somehow. She felt it big and strong and wet between her trembling thighs.

"Feel that?" he rasped hotly. "You got me stiff! You did it, Marsha! Good girl! You got me up! Christ, I ain't had a hard-on like this in a long time! You don't know what hell I've been going through. I thought I was finished as a man. It's been hell. But just feel that! Huge, ain't it?"

It was definitely huge. Huge and soaked and throbbing wildly against her helpless cunt. Marsha renewed her struggle. She didn't want to be overwhelmed by the sexy feelings he was forcing in her.

"It's incest!" she gasped, weeping.

"You'll like it," her brother rasped, licking his tongue over one of her firm tits. "I can tell. No wonder you been walking around half naked. Baby, you're hot to trot!"

"No, no, noooo, I'm not!" she objected tearfully.

His aching prick pressed against her open, moist cunt-hole. He moved from side to side, wedging his cock into her. Then, suddenly, he drove his cock home, fucking every solid inch of his muscular cock into her squishy pussy.

His prick was not as thick as her dad's and it fucked into her more easily. Ignoring her cries and pleas, his lust mixing with the liquor, he started fucking her cute cunt for all he was worth. He fucked her rhythmically and with intense pleasure, holding her tighter and tighter as his massive hard-on ravished her pussy.

"No, nooo, Ernie, please stop!" she squealed as his cock started to feel real good.

"What for? You're fucking just fine. You must like it. Look how you're screwing my cock!"

"I can't help that!" Marsha wept. "What's a girl supposed to do when that big thing is drilling into her? I don't want to fuck. I just can't help it once a prick is moving in and out like that!"

Her brother chuckled evilly and sucked hard on her tits as he drove all of his powerful prick into her twisting, humping pussy.

"Please, Ernie, stop now before it's too late! Don't come in me! You're my brother! Please, Ernie, listen to me! Don't shoot your load into your own sister!"

Ernie heard her that time. Her shrieking voice penetrated the fog in his brain. But it was already too late. His cock was nice and stiff, just the way he wanted it. And Marsha's sweet cunt was so tight that no man could muster the strength to pull out after he was in.

"I, can't help it," he groaned and panted on her, drilling his cock into her viciously. "I'm sorry, Marsha. Forgive me. But I can't stop. Can't. Jesus, your pussy is so nice. Keep fucking it, Marsha, please. Ohhhh, I like fucking you. Christ, but your cunt is tight. Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"

"Ohhhh, Ernie," she moaned, disappointed with him.

She writhed helplessly on his ravishing cock as her pussy creamed and creamed all over his prick. Even as she came she knew it encouraged him. Once he felt her burning juices cascading onto his pistoning cock, he groaned and started pumping his cock to her relentlessly.

The poor girl couldn't help coming. Ernie did have a rather nice prick. After all, he was twenty, a good-looking guy, and his stiff cock was the type teenaged girls dreamed of. Marsha couldn't fight her cummy feelings of pleasure after a while, so she just closed her eyes and fucked her ass hotly.

She moaned helplessly and twisted her head away as if to shut out the truth. But her cute ass came up off the bed and she squirmed around hotly, her pussy gobbling his cock and sucking on it like a mouth.

"Jesus!" her brother yelped.

His powerful cock enlarged and lengthened in her heaving belly as her saucy pussy sucked him off. A few more strokes in and out of her clenching pussy and his cock exploded viciously. Huge wads of thick jism crashed into her cunt and Marsha swooned with ecstasy as she came again on his gushing cock.

The fucking left her breathless and her brother quickly climbed off of her. He was finished fucking her. He stumbled into the living room and Marsha heard glass against glass. Ernie was going to drink some more. As she writhed there on the bed, she somehow knew that he felt guilty about fucking her. She had learned from watching her dad that drinking and guilt went hand in hand.

In a way she felt sorry for her brother. It must be painful to regret fucking your own sister. But her sorrow didn't last long. She began to feel sorry for herself again. She glanced into the mirror and saw her lovely, naked body. Just because she was sexy and beautiful, both her father and her brother had fucked her.

Dread washed through her as she realized that now Ernie would be fucking her as relentlessly as her dad had. How could he possibly resist her pussy now that he had had his prick in it? How could he resist her high, pointed tits? How could he resist her soft, sexy mouth?

Her last thought about her mouth made her cry softly into her pillow. Was Ernie going to make her blow him? Was he going to make a little cocksucker out of her? She was sure he would. What guy wouldn't want to stick his stiff prick down her throat and make her drink his come?

She wept and wept, fearing the worst now. Her future looked dark indeed as she picture herself getting fucked day in and day out by both her father and her brother. Arlene had mentioned change to her, but Marsha was convinced that it would take a miracle to keep her dad and brother out of her pussy now.

But the miracle was on its way. Ernie was not his dad. He was nothing like his dad and all the booze he could drink would not erase his guilt for having raped his sister. He sat up all night guzzling liquor, but still no relief came. As drunk as he was, he staggered into her bedroom at four o'clock in the morning and woke her up.