Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

Blanche drank whiskey by the barrel, it seemed to Marsha, and she chain-smoked cigarettes. Burns began to appear on the coffee table, the kitchen counter and the bedside table. Blanche never cleaned house. She always demanded that Marsha earn her keep and Ralph backed her up. To anger Blanche was to lose his supply of mouth, cunt and ass. And when that happened, he would turn again to his helpless daughter. Marsha soon learned to please the old bitch.

The situation worked well until Ralph ran out of booze money. Then Blanche left him flat on his ass, dead drunk. In a stupor, stumbling around like a blind man, he attacked Marsha again and fucked her brutally, taking his anger and frustration out on her defenseless body. His stiff cock became a terrible weapon to the girl and she feared it more than anything else in the world.

Night after night the horror continued for Marsha until she was clit of her mind with fear and dread of sex. Why couldn't it be nice? she wondered, the way it was when she got herself off with her fingers? Why couldn't it be good like in her fantasies? Why couldn't it be sensuous like in her father's fuck books? Why couldn't it be beautiful, like in those dirty pictures?

Marsha wanted to scream as her father leaned over the bed. His breath repulsed her and his intentions scared her. She whimpered helplessly as he yanked the blankets off her. He swayed over her, eyeing the little nightie on her curvy body.

Pulling the covers down so roughly made her nightie slip low across one firm, pointed tit. Her father saw it and he grinned lewdly. His rough fingers touched her smooth, white flesh and he bared her tit so he could see her nipple.

"Such pretty tits," he muttered drunkenly. He sank onto the bed with her, hovering over her thrusting tits. His mouth drooled as he ran his hand over her naked tit. He made animal sounds as he felt and caressed it. Then his hand moved over and pulled the nightie down away from her other heaving tit.

"Daddy, don't…"

But Marsha knew it was no use. Every time her father saw her tits naked, he got horny as hell. She'd noticed her tits excited him very much.

This time was no different. He lowered his face to her tits and licked his tongue up and down their gentle slopes.

Marsha shuddered to feel the roughness of his tongue all over her tits again. There was no way she could stop the thrill, no matter how much she would have liked to. She protested weakly as he ran his hot tongue around her tits, knowing her pleas would be ignored. She no longer expected kindness from this wild man who was her father.

She wanted to close her eyes against this humiliation, but she had already tried that several times. It was no use. There was no way she could shut out the feelings in her tits as the grunting man lapped them with his tongue.

Marsha sobbed softly and peered down at what he was doing to her tits. His big head kept moving this way and that and he reminded Marsha of a snorting pig rooting in slop. He mouthed her tits and licked and lapped them sloppily. Yet the feelings she got was undeniably good. She couldn't help it if her tits liked to be sucked.

She felt her pink nipple stiffen between her father's teeth and she felt it tingle like crazy as he licked and sucked it harshly. The stubble of his chin scraped and scratched the flesh of her tender tit and that made her wiggle around. She didn't know it but her father liked the way her tits wiggled and writhed when he sucked them.

The longer he sucked, the more Marsha sobbed helplessly, not only because her father was abusing her tits, but also because the unwanted feelings were so thrilling to her. As her daddy mouthed and chomped her tits, she could only whimper and wish that it were some nice boy turning her on like this.

Her tits tingled and she threw her head back. Her eyes closed as her father's wet mouth slobbered all over her tit, teasing her spiking pink nipples. She pretended it was a boy attacking her tits, a boy who wanted her to get horny with him, a boy who wanted her to feel good.

Marsha could tell from the way her father was panting and snorting that he was getting terribly hot. It was going to be another long night with him. He wouldn't let her go now until he had had his fill of her defenseless body. She felt trapped. Every inch of her body belonged to him and she could do nothing to stop his assault. And she could do nothing to stop her own flesh from responding.

Ralph chewed on his daughter's spiking nipple while he squeezed her tit roughly, thrilling the sensitive surface of her milk-white skin. Marsha flexed under the relentless assault and her tits arched against her will as he sucked one small, throbbing nipple between his teeth and massaged it with the tip of his tongue.

He lifted his mouth an inch from her heaving tit and his voice startled Marsha. "I'd like to fuck you between these delicious tits," he rasped hotly, then went on sucking her succulent tit while the flood of excitement and unwanted pleasure renewed itself and whirled her to new heights of passion.

Her father's other hand crept up along her inner thighs, pushing her legs open. It crawled with a cunt-teasing slowness that made Marsha writhe and whimper pitifully. His rough fingers dipped under the edge of her nightie, already hiked up on her creamy thighs, and snaked toward her furry pussy-mound.

Marsha caught her breath to discover once again that she had no control over her body's needs and desires. Her pussy betrayed her and grew anxious, as if it wanted to be petted and felt and rubbed. There was no denying that fingers other than her own always felt better against her cunt. How could she deny that, even if the fingers did belong to her dad?

It's so good, she thought crazily, rocking her head back and forth as her pussy creamed. So good. If only it wasn't her lecherous father whose fingers were sending such deliciously wicked feelings into her cunt. She heaved her pussy and settled on the bed again as her dad went on sucking her tits and teasing her cunt.

A small gurgling sound escaped Marsha's throat as her father's middle finger inched up into the moistness of her cunt-hole. Her pussy yielded to it as if it wanted to be filled by something. Marsha moaned softly and her pretty ass squirmed and trembled. Then her cunt pushed forward hornily, impaling the finger and her hot breath came in short little gasps as her whole body quivered and shuddered. Her father grumbled something around her wet tit as he twisted his probing finger hotly inside her soaked little cunt. The obscene taunting of her buzzing pussy sent waves of new sensations washing through her cunt and belly. White-hot flames licked at her twisting womb. Her latent fuck-urge awakened and screamed. The scrumptious agony became unbearable and Marsha mewled with pleasure she didn't really want.

She went lax on the bed, smothered in her father's whiskey breath and sweaty odors. Her eyes closed and were free of thought or care. That the man arousing her passion was her father left her thoughts and nothing mattered now except the excruciating pleasure washing through her awakened, passion-crazed body.

Marsha did battle with her own sexy demons, torn between the feeling that this was evil and her own growing need to submit to the overwhelming spasms of pleasure in her tits and cunt.

Her father, senseless with alcohol and driven by incredible lust for his daughter's fresh body, fastened his drooling mouth on the small, quivering bud of her nipple. His tongue lashed it furiously, licking the protuberance, taunting it into stiffness. He sucked hotly on the pink bud as he tongued it as if to extract some precious fluid from it.

As he munched her ripe, jutting tits, he pulled his soaked finger out of her pussy with a soft, sucking sound. With his drenched finger-tip he stroked the throbbing little bud of her clit, teasing it into a shuddering erection while his helpless daughter whimpered as little shocks of pure pleasure stabbed her cunt.