Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

Ralph groaned animalistically and bit his daughter's tit and nipple when he felt his big nuts tighten up. Feeling his come getting ready to burst out of its twin prisons, he fucked his prick hornily into Marsha's juicy cunt. He growled on her thrusting tit as his cock exploded in her heaving belly.

Huge wads of thick jism spewed forth from his balls and shot through his cock-shaft and burst wildly out of his jerking cockhead. The come gushed violently, crashing into Marsha's twisting pussy. The tightness of her humping cunt sucked all the jism right up out of his nuts.

Her groaning, fucking father slammed his cock into her juicy cunt, coming like crazy until his climax sent him into a grunting finish that once again filled Marsha's cute cunt with loads of thick jism.

No sooner did his prick shoot than it wilted between the tight walls of her pussy. His spent cock slipped back out of her fuck-hole and dripped come over her ass-cheeks. He groaned and climbed off her writhing, gasping body with effort. Muttering to himself, he staggered out of the room.

Marsha lifted her dazed head and looked around dumbly to see where he had gone. Finding herself utterly alone, shuddering and feeling creamy, she moaned in distress and buried her face in her trembling hands.

She wept bitterly into her hands as every inch of her body buzzed with fuck-feelings. It confused the girl that her tits and pussy would behave so wickedly when she was being fucked by her own father! She loved and hated the feelings at the same time. She didn't know whether she should fight them or surrender to them.

To make matters worse, her bed smelled like stale booze and she hated it. Every time her father fucked her he left her room smelling like a bar! And she worked so hard to make it look nice and smell sweet. Since her mother had died and her father started fucking her so brutally, she had had a hard time keeping her room clean and neat. Her dad, she thought, was turning her bedroom into a whorehouse. She didn't want to feel like a slut. I'm not! I'm not! she cried to herself; I'm not like Blanche or those other women in the bars! I'm a good girl! I'm clean and nice!

She retreated to her private world of niceness by gently massaging her sore tits and tenderly rubbing her quivering cunt. She found her pussy soaked with her own come as well as some of her father's. It felt so silky to her touch and she rubbed her fingers up and down along the narrow slit of her pussy. That felt good and she sighed.

She eased one slender finger up into her fuck-hole experimentally. Her father's enormous cock always left her cunt-hole feeling stretched and creamy! She couldn't understand that part. Why did her pussy feel so good after such a brutal, savage fucking?

She diddled her pussy slowly and nibbled her lower lip as she thought about her dad's prick. She couldn't help thinking about it after their fucking sessions. It was so big!

She shuddered to remember the day when she thought her father's cock, was nice and exciting. She had accidentally seen him in the bedroom with her mother. He had been naked and she had seen his big cock dangling between his legs for the first time. Curious as any teenager would be, she had concealed herself and waited until her father got ready to fuck her mother.

Marsha had actually seen his cock get big and stiff in her mother's pumping fist, and then she saw it running in and out of her mom's muff. She had gone away mesmerized by the sight of her father's prick. She went to her room and day-dreamed about it. At the time she had thought it looked marvelous!

Now Marsha returned to reality. Her cunt felt a little sore and she felt she ought to go pee. That often made her pussy feel better after getting fucked. She rubbed her cunt-lips gently and wondered what it would have been like had her dad been a normal guy. What would it have been like if he had remained a nice, sober man and held her on his knee? She blushed to recall that one day she had tried to get her dad to look at her tits in her new bikini. Why had she wanted that?

She threw her pretty legs off the side of the bed and got to her feet. She padded naked to the bathroom and slipped inside quietly. She flipped on the light and went to the toilet and perched on it. She gazed down between her curvy thighs and watched the pee stream into the water. It felt good in her cunt and she got little after-shocks from it, as if she were coming.

"You look pretty when you're peeing," her father said in the doorway.

"Daddy!" she gasped, seeing him standing there ogling her pussy. She had thought he'd be passed out by now.

He chuckled and stumbled to her. Though she cried and protested, he got what he wanted. He pushed her by the shoulders and made her lean back against the toilet tank. He forced her legs wide open and got on the floor between them. He gripped her lithe hips and pulled her ass forward so her pussy was exposed at the rim of the seat. Then he ate her out, adding one more humiliation to the list.

Marsha shuddered and shivered as she came and came and came on her wicked father's evil tongue. She was horrified at the way he groveled in her cunt, making all those animal sounds as he tongue-fucked her pussy. She couldn't help coming. She tried not to but it was no use. Her pussy just wouldn't obey her will.

Marsha was glad to be in school for the day. Other girls complained about going to school, but Marsha had private and horrifying reasons for liking it. Her father was home every day!

During lunch period, Marsha got the shock of her life. Her friend, Sandra Doon, had exciting news for her.

"Marsha!" her friend enthused. "You'll never guess who wants to meet you!"

Marsha swallowed the rest of her sandwich and turned her face to the sun to get some tan. "Who?" she asked.

"Clint Fields!" Sandra blurted.

Marsha's heart leapt behind her pointed tits and her nipples made sharp bumps in her tight dress as she stared wide-eyed at the cute brunette.

"Sandra, you're kidding!" she breathed.

"No, I'm serious! He came up to me last night in the bowling alley and came right out and asked me to introduce you to him."

"But, why me?" Marsha wondered aloud. Clint Fields was a senior and the handsomest boy on the football team. He was strong and muscular and terribly sexy. Marsha quivered inside. He must like her if he asked to meet her!

Sandra giggled and glanced at Marsha's thrusting tits. "He wants what you've got, honey," she laughed. "And I don't blame him. You've been growing by leaps and bounds lately. Do you know that? You're built like a senior."

"Oh, I am not," Marsha scoffed.

But she peered down at her full, ripe tits with admiration but the good feeling was short-lived. She remembered why her body had filled out and gotten so sexy. A grown man – her own father was fucking her.

She almost groaned with the pain of thinking of good-looking Clint Fields lusting after her curvy body. He was the kind of guy she could love. He was rich and handsome and sexy and Marsha was sure sex with him would be nice. Her pussy twitched between her legs as she thought about the boy.

"I can't go out with him," she murmured sadly.

It hurt her to think of Clint. If she were like other girls, normal girls, she could probably date the guy. But she was getting raped by her own father practically every night! And her dad would kill her if he even thought she was getting laid by a boy!

"Well, you sure look excited," Sandra noticed. "Why don't you give the guy a tumble?"

"I can't, I said. And I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you crazy?" Sandra blurted, keeping her voice as low as possible. "We're talking about Clint Fields! God, Marsha, don't you understand? He wants to fuck you!"

Marsha flinched at the sound of the sexy word. "I'm, I'm too busy," she stammered.