Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

Her pretty face screwed up in pleasure-pain and small outbursts of rapture escaped her throat as her father brutally fucked her. He lowered his hairy, sweating chest to her tits and crushed her beneath him as he drilled all of his thick cock in and out of her sucking pussy. He shoved his big hands under her and gripped the sensuously quivering mounds of her beautiful ass. He pulled up and fucked deep, slamming his rigid fuck-pole into her cunt.

Marsha squealed as his enormous cockhead ravaged her, ramming so deep into her pussy that it took her breath away. The fucking grew so wild and brutal that she could no longer find the strength to scream or protest or cry or even curse her father for what he was doing. She could only pant and whimper and moan helplessly as his big cock ravished her hot cunt.

She felt the slap of her father's come-filled nuts against her churning ass-cheeks and it tantalized her in an obscene way. Never had she felt such big balls crash against her sensitive asshole and lower part of her wet cunt.

Amazing and incredible thrills coursed through her body. Nothing mattered to her suddenly, not even the lewd incest. Nothing mattered but the burning lust which now raged out of control in her hungrily sucking pussy.

Marsha threw her head back sand gasped. Her fingers clawed at her dad's muscular arms and her pussy twisted in wild abandon on his driving, plunging cock. Then, suddenly and violently, a scream came out of her throat.

"Daddy!" she shrieked. Her ass jerked up off the bed and her tight cunt swallowed every solid inch of his fucking prick. "I'm – I'm – Ohhhh! I'm commmiiinnnggg!"

Her pretty face rocked from side to side and her mouth fell open slackly. Her pink tongue lashed at her lips and her tits arched up against her dad's chest. Then the hot fluids of her come rushed through her cunt-channel and poured out of her pussy and around her dad's fucking prick, trickling down into her squirming asshole.

Fucking hornily, her father grunted like an animal, and drilled his cock faster and harder into her twisting, coming pussy. His aching nuts exploded all at once and thick, milky jism spewed forth wildly. The creamy come gushed through the length of his cock and spurted viciously out of his cockhead into Marsha's sucking channel.

He fucked her brutally at the last, growling and grumbling, out of his head as he pumped all of his fiery load into her clenching, spasming cunt. Then he gasped and rolled off of her writhing body. He staggered out of the room in search of something to drink.

Marsha remained prostrate, panting for breath, getting chilly from the sweat her father had left all over her body. She sat up and struggled with the blankets. She pulled them all the way up over her head and wept for a long time. Getting fucked by her father felt too good.

Marsha was yanked out of sleep by the commotion in the other room. She snapped into wakefulness, her nipples and clit stiffening with alertness against any male attack. Then she heaved a sigh when she realized the noise was coming from her father's room.

"Come on, you old bastard," she heard her brother shout. "Get your ass out of bed. It's only two!"

Marsha looked at the clock. It was two-ten in the morning!

"Get away! Get away, God damn it!" she heard her father growl.

"You kicked me out of bed enough times when I was a kid," her brother yelled. "Come on. Up! You drunken old fool. Look at you! You're a fucking mess! I know what you need."

"Leave me alone. Leave me one…"

"Come on, drink this! It'll open your eyes and it'll put hair on your balls, too!"

Marsha rolled over and faced the wall, trying to shut out the sounds of the men. She hated the way they carried on late at night and in the wee hours of the morning. When they were hung-over from their drunken sprees, they pretended to be old buddies, real close father and son, but Marsha sensed that just below the surface of their horsing around there was deadly earnest bitterness and hatred. It scared her.

She shut her eyes tightly, as if that would make them go away. But the commotion simply moved into the living room where lights and music went on. Then Marsha heard the familiar sounds of clicking glasses and pouring liquid. Then came the loud, raucous laughter, the filthy jokes and the endless bragging as father and son tried to outdo one another with tales of past exploits.

"How many broads you fucked in your life?" Ernie asked challengingly. "How many? Huh? You fucked a lot of cunt in your time? I know you was never true to Mom. The old lady thought you was really something. You fucking lech! Your old cock must of split plenty of cherries, huh? Huh? Huh?"

Marsha pressed the palms of her hands to her ears and sobbed softly into her pillow. She hated to hear them talk this way, hated their dirty stories and filthy language. She especially hated the way they talked about her mother when they were drunk. They hadn't always been like that.

She rolled onto her back. She was wide awake now and her mind played with fond memories of the distant past. She recalled when she was still a virgin, before her father had busted her cherry. How happy those days had been! Her mother had been a cheerful person, happy to have a modest home and keep it clean for the man she loved. And her father had been a nice man. Her brother had been a good guy, working hard to help support the family.

Tears rolled from her sad eyes. It was the liquor, she knew. Booze was the real culprit. Underneath its ugliness her dad and brother were nice people. But they drank a lot now and the more they got drunk, the worse they became. Liquor changed their personalities and made them mean and dirty and rough. Marsha trembled to remember how her dad had first raped her.

The thought of her first rape made her pussy twitch. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and held her breath. She tried to fight down the feelings welling up in her body. She never could understand why just thinking about sex made her tits and pussy all nervous and wiggly.

Her hands gently cupped her jutting tits and her fingertips teased her pink nipples. One hand slipped down to her cunt and she gently rubbed her pussy as she caressed her tits. Her tears stopped as she played with herself. A calmness came over her.

She squeezed her tit tensely and her nipple tingled. Her slender finger eased up into her writhing fuck-hole and started moving in and out slowly and pleasantly. Her breathing quickened. Her eyes glazed. Her tits tightened up and her cunt began humping up and down as her finger fucked in and out deliciously. Then she couldn't hear her father and brother any more. She was coming.

After a rocking orgasm, she collapsed and panted for breath. Her fingers worked up and down and around in her juicy pussy, soaked with her silky come. She found her clit stiff and sensitive and she started twirling it around, knowing she would come again if she kept it up. She liked to come this way.

But her brother's loud, mean voice interrupted her happiness. She froze in the bed, sensing danger and anger. Her ears burned as she listened intently to the events going on in the living room. There was no laughter now, no dirty jokes or razzing. A new fear gripped Marsha's heart as she heard her father and brother scuffling. Her father was a strong, powerful man and Marsha often feared he would someday, hurt his son.

"You fuckin' bastard!" she heard Ernie yell.

He always goaded his dad when he was drunk, something Marsha couldn't understand. Why didn't he just shut up? Why did he keep making her father mad?

There was a horrible noise of crashing furniture and Marsha gasped. She filled her hands with blankets and held on for dear life as she listened to their, animal snorts and grunts and cursing and punches. She could hear fists hitting flesh.