Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

She got over that slowly and went to school every day dutifully, but with increasing disinterest. She didn't date, even though her father assured her she could see anyone she wanted to.

"Marsha, I've been terribly unfair to you," her father said, in his new frame of mind. "From now on if you want to date, feel free. Go with any boys you want to. I don't care how young they are or how old. That's your affair now. If you want to suck cock, go ahead. If you want to get laid, help yourself. You're free now."

This freedom drove the poor girl crazy. She tried dating some boys, but they either drank too much or simply didn't give her the feelings she was craving. It took a lot of reflection on her part, but Marsha finally realized what she truly wanted.

That night, about midnight, she got back up out of bed and padded to her father's room. Ralph was stretched out on his bed, reading a fuck book. He was in his shorts and he had a marvelous hard-on in them. Marsha saw that right away.

"Daddy," she said, moving up to his bed, "aren't you ever going to rape me again?"

"No, honey, never again," he said. "That's in the past."

"But what about your sign?" she said, jerking her thumb at the big cardboard placard on his wall. It said: DO IT SOBER!

"What do you mean?" he wondered aloud. "Well, you told me that you learned to do all the things you like to do – but sober."

"That's right," he said. "It took me a long time to find out that a man can do anything he wants to, and that he doesn't have to get drunk to do it."

"Well, doesn't that apply to sex, too?" Marsha asked.

"Sure it does, honey," he said. "And I do have sex sober. In fact, I went out with a hooker just the other night and I hope to tell you it was better sober than drunk, I felt so much more."

Marsha's pretty face clouded and she pouted like a spoiled child. "I don't want to hear about any hooker," she sniffled.

"Hey, what's the matter?" her father asked, concerned.

He put his book on the nightstand and gazed at her. Her ripe tits were rising and falling deliciously in her tight little nightie. She wore that same nightie a lot lately. It was short, so low across her jutting tits.

"I have to tell you something," Marsha said seriously. Her seriousness made her look sexy.

"Sure, go ahead, honey."

"I sometimes liked it when you, you know…"

Ralph's mouth fell open. "What are you talking about, Marsha? Are you telling me…"

"Yes! I mean, if you weren't drunk then, it wouldn't have been so bad, would it?"

"Jesus," he groaned.

Her pretty eyes fell to the bulge in his shorts and she whispered, "Daddy, I want to play with your cock."

No words could get out of the man's constricted throat. Just a groan replied to her astounding statement.

Marsha disregarded his discomfort and amazement. She perched her cute ass on the edge of his bed and let her hand drop onto his hard-on. He gasped, but she simply wrapped her fingers around the big bulge and made it bigger. She leaned down on her elbows and studied the bulge with great interest. Then she opened his shorts and freed the violent cock and admired it freely.

"Ohhh, Daddy," she rasped, jerking his prick. "It's really a beautiful cock. I've thought of it a lot lately. You don't mind if I jerk it a little, do you? You know, it wasn't so bad before. It was just the drinking and what it made you do. You were too rough on me. But you've been so nice since you came home that I keep thinking about your prick, all stiff and big like this. I wondered what it would be like to play with it while you're sober."

Her father yielded immediately. He sank down on the bed and stretched his hairy thighs apart. His aching cock throbbed wildly in the air as his daughter's fingers danced up and down the length of it.

"Go ahead and play with it," he groaned, and his eyes closed in a look of strange anguish.

Marsha giggled happily then and snuggled closer to his crotch. Her eyes danced over his cock and nuts as she played with his balls and pumped his cock.

If Ralph thought that was nice, he had another shock coming. The next thing he knew, he felt his daughter's hot breath steaming over his prick. He opened his eyes and saw her licking her lips as if she were hungry.

She glanced up at him and smiled impishly. "Bet you didn't know I like to suck cock," she whispered.

She stuck her little tongue out and twisted her pretty head to one side and licked it up and down the full length of his throbbing dick.

"Marsha," he grunted, pushing his prick upward.

"Daddy!" she whimpered with passion, and took his enormous cockhead into her sweet mouth.

As her dad groaned and writhed on the bed, she sucked him off with a growing sense of fun and pleasure. Pretty soon her head was bobbing up and down in rhythm with her pumping fist and Ralph got the greatest sex-thrill of his life.

She pushed her mouth all the way down on his cock and transferred her hands to his hairy nuts. She teased his balls constantly as she held all of his big cock in her mouth. Every once in a while she lifted her lips just enough so she could lash his fiery cockhead with the saucy tip of her tongue. She knew he liked that.

When he strained upward, as if he were trying to shove his cock down her throat. She squeezed his hot nuts and forced them to eject his thick, hot jism. Wads of goo coursed through his distended cockpipe and shot out of his prick like torpedoes into her hotly sucking mouth. Marsha loved it.

"Jesus Christ," Ralph groaned, watching her lick away the final traces of his jism. "I didn't know you wanted my prick!"

"I didn't either until just the other day. Then I realized that the best sex I ever had was with you – I mean, with your big cock. You don't have to get drunk to have a nice, big cock. It is nice. You know that, don't you?"

"If you say so, kitten," he grinned.

"I say so," Marsha cooed, and took his prick back into her hot and horny mouth.

"Marsha," her dad breathed as she sucked up and down on him. "What are you trying to do?"

"Get it stiff again," she replied, smiling hotly. "I want to fuck you."

With that desire burning uppermost in her cunt, she sucked his prick expertly, working it with her sexy fingers as she sucked it. And she made it as stiff as ever. Then she giggled and her giggle alone told her father that she was one horny little bitch.

She climbed onto his body laughing. She hiked her nightie way up on her belly and aimed her wet cunt at the throbbing head of his erect dick. He watched fascinated as his daughter deliberately slipped her juicy pussy down onto his rigid fuck-pole.

"Ohhhhh, Daddyyyyyy," she moaned as she felt all of his cock stabbing up into her cunt-hole.

Her head flew back and her eyes closed in rapture. He reached up and mauled her tits for her as she hornily fucked his cock with increasing passion.

Her sweet, cute ass bobbed up and down rapidly as his wet cock slipped in and out of her churning, pumping cunt. Marsha cried out and whimpered and groaned with pleasure as her daddy's prick gave her the feelings she'd been missing.

She fucked faster and faster, bouncing up and down on his rigid cock until finally she screamed, "Ernie! Ernie!"

Her brother came running from his room and burst into his father's room. He saw what was happening on his dad's bed, but he misunderstood.

"You rotten, no-good bastard!" he yelled at his father. He lunged at the man and started to pull Marsha off of his dick.

"No! No!" Marsha squealed, coming wetly on her dad's enormous boner. "He's not raping me! I'm raping him!"

Ernie almost fell over when he heard that. He looked on in amazement until he saw his dad laughing heartily at him.

"It's true, boy," his father chuckled, shoving all of his prick up into his hot daughter's pussy. "She wants my cock."