Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Make them stop!"

She wept bitterly as more furniture crashed. She heard the front door open and her father shouting, "Get your fucking ass outta here! Beat it, you son of a bitch!"

Marsha's whole body shook as she cried in her bed. It was always like this since her mother had died. Now Ernie would be gone for a few hours, but he'd be back, staggering and bleeding and he'd sleep it off and go to work as if nothing had happened.

Little did she know that her father had a method to his madness. He was a devious old lecher. He liked drinking with his boy, but when he felt horny and his prick started getting hard, he had ways of getting his son out of the house. Sometimes, like now, he would set up an argument and a fight, just so he could throw Ernie out of the house again. Just so he could be alone with his pretty daughter.

Marsha never got the connection between the two events. All she knew was that when she was in the house alone with her father, her pussy was endangered. She felt that threat now as she listened to her father stumble around in the living room, muttering to himself about how ungrateful Ernie was.

Then the music went off. The house became deadly quiet. Marsha couldn't hear her dad. Where was he? What was he doing now? What was he thinking?

But deep down, she knew what he was thinking about. She could almost feel his thoughts slithering over her tits and cunt and ass.

Ohhh, no, noooo, she thought fearfully, cowering under the covers. Please, God, not again!

The door to her room opened. The floor creaked and then there was her father, reeking of booze and breathing like an animal.

Marsha hated these moments as her dad crept up to her bed. She hated her life. Sometimes she thought of running away, but there was no place for her to run. So her nightmares continued. Whenever Ernie was out of the house and her father was drunk, he'd come into her room. Like now. And he'd mutter obscene things.

"How's my baby's cute tits?" he mumbled, sitting on the edge of her bed. "I know you're awake, honey. You can't sleep with all that noise. Your tits are moving fast. Open your eyes and see what your dad's got for you."

It was no use pretending with him. It didn't matter and Marsha knew it. She had often pretended to be asleep, but he fucked her anyway. She opened her eyes and saw that he was gripping his massive, naked cock. It was all swollen and red and wet. Marsha whimpered helplessly.

"See this?" her father snickered, liking the dread in her eyes. "Beautiful cock, ain't it? Bet you never saw one like this in school."

As he spoke, he reached over and mauled her tits.

"Daddy, don't. Please…"

"It's my right," her father mumbled thickly, slobbering saliva all over his lips and chin. "You're my pretty daughter, ain't you? You got needs now, honey." His rough hand moved down to her pussy and he rubbed it cruelly up and down. "Your cunt's growing up nice, baby. It needs cock now. You stick with your dad and you'll get all the cock you can handle. Stay away from those dirty schoolboys. All they want to do is get at your tits and pussy. No feeling for you at all. Not like your own dad. You bring your tits and pussy to me, you hear? I've got what you want."

He shifted on the bed and almost fell over in a stupor. Marsha gasped and started to get out of the way. He grabbed her by a firm tit. "Hey, where you think you're going?" he growled. He squeezed her tit so hard it hurt. "You wanna screw your dad? Love ya, baby, love ya. No boy can love ya like I love ya. Ya know what I mean? You know that, don't ya, Marsha? Such fine tits you got. Such a furry little cunt."

His big hand attacked her pussy again and Marsha shuddered. Her eyes searched the room frantically as his big finger squeezed into her cunt-hole. The lamp. What if she grabbed the lamp and smashed it over his head? A different kind of shudder shot through her then. What if he died from it? She could go to prison! She'd become one of those horrible newspaper stories? It would be on TV: TEENAGED GIRL SLAYS FATHER. She began to cry.

"Daddy, please don't play with me," she sobbed. "I'm begging you! Don't, don't… don't rub my pussy like that. Let me go. You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing to me… please!"

Mustering all her courage, she tried to escape his tantalizing fingers. He caught her and slammed her down on her back. "What's going on? Why are you pulling away? You been fucking some boy? If I ever catch you fucking a punk I'll beat you within an inch of your life. I'll bite your tits so hard they won't be pretty any more. You want this cock shoved up your sweet little ass? You be a good girl or else."

He climbed on top of her as he threatened the life put of her and she laid weakly still and let him crawl on her. His great weight settled on her shivering body and he stifled her as he grunted and groaned to get his stiff prick into her cunt.

He reached down between their bodies and gripped his immense prick tensely in his fist. He chuckled evilly as he pressed his wet cockhead up against the opening in her pussy. Marsha whimpered to feel his bulging cock enter her body once again. She was at his mercy.

Her small pussy-hole stretched very wide and it took her breath away, as usual. It never ceased to amaze her how big her dad's prick was. As it inched up into her tight cunt, she felt sure it was as big around as one of the beer cans she had to get for him when he was thirsty.

He began with long, swift strokes, rising and falling rapidly as his enormous cock, slick with pre-cum, surged in and out of his daughter's defenseless cunt. Marsha writhed helplessly, gasping for breath as he fucked her pussy. Then her body quickened and tensed as her dad's stiff cock fucked her cunt and stimulated her fuck-urge.

Whimpering and sobbing all the while, Marsha humped her cute, white ass up and down in a wild dance of its own as her dad's pistoning prick drilled relentlessly between her tight cunt-lips. Her slender arms snaked around his shoulders and her pretty legs elevated as her father's cock fucked harder and faster into her squirmy cunt.

Her legs suddenly shot into the air and her feet flailed around as the mighty prick turned her on against her will.

"Ohhh!" she squealed with unwanted passion. "It's… it's… ohhhh, nooooo, noooo… I'm coming!"

Her fingernails clawed his back. Her ass and thighs strained to get more of his gigantic prick into her suddenly hungry fuck-hole.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyy!"

She bucked so hard then that she almost wrenched her pussy off her dad's hardworking cock. Her orgasm overwhelmed her senses and she turned almost vicious in her returned fucking, whipping and jerking on the bed.

But her horny father gripped her twisting hips and held her firmly as he fucked away at her ravishing cunt. Gritting his teeth and pressing her ass down into the mattress, he fucked her pussy furiously, sweating up a storm as his prick drilled in and out.

He twisted his head around and contorted his body to get his mouth at her thrusting tit. He sucked one hard as he fucked all of his stiff cock into her sucking cunt. His big, hairy nuts slapped her ass-cheeks loudly as he rammed and slammed his cock home.

Marsha came wetly and the increased lubrication made it easier for her dad's enormous prick to fuck in and out of her twisting, humping body. Her cunt got squishy as her pussy-cream oozed around his prick and it gave him even greater pleasure to fuck her.

His brain was shut off with booze and lust. Marsha was just a cunt to him now as his lust grew to monstrous proportions. His teeth sank into her helpless tit and a big finger rammed up into her defenseless asshole as he fucked his thick cock into her writhing cunt.

The assault on her body dazed Marsha. Uncanny pleasure came out of the horrible rape because somehow – although it was beyond her comprehension – she wanted her tit chewed and her pussy banged as she climaxed. All of that got her off again and she jerked violently beneath her dad's huge body as his enormous prick ravished her fuck-hole.