Ted Leonard - Discipline for daughter

"Nobody's too busy for Clint!" Sandra laughed. "You lucky little bitch, he's horny for you. You gonna turn down that delicious prick?"

Marsha felt a heavy sadness overcome her. She couldn't afford to even think of a boy's cock. If her dad found out she was so much as dreaming about a schoolboy – God – she wasn't sure what he would do to her. Just the thought of her dad's gigantic cock squeezing into her virgin asshole was enough to make her shed any dreams about handsome Clint Fields.

"I've gotta go," she said abruptly and left Sandra sitting there open-mouthed.

She avoided Sandra after school, too. Instead, she hurried home, eager to get off the street. Every time she heard a car horn she jumped, afraid it might be Clint Fields trying to find her and pick her up.

When she got home she discovered the house was empty and a wave of relief washed through her. She turned on some nice music and went into the kitchen for a snack. Afterwards, she went to her bedroom and tried to read, but she couldn't concentrate so she played with herself instead.

Her mind, teased by thoughts of Clint Fields, and her pussy, tuned by her lecherous father's big cock, worked together to make her strip naked and sprawl on her bed for some secret, private pleasure.

The privacy itself turned her on. It let her be herself, a girl anxious to get off on her fingers. She really liked her pussy, even if her raunchy dad did take advantage of it. And she always liked the good feelings in her tits when she caressed them.

Panting softly, eager to get it on with herself, she thrust both her hands down to her pussy and spread her legs. Her slender fingers probed playfully at the soft pink folds of her glistening cunt. The twin peaks of her luscious tits rose up with her quickened breathing as she toyed with her excited little clit. The turgidly stiffened buds of her pink nipples stood up and the swelling white mounds themselves throbbed with obvious pleasure as she rubbed her cunt.

Her pretty eyes glowed like hot coals and her breath grew more rapid, in time with the rise and fall of her delicious tits. Her whole body twisted and writhed on her bed as she drove her wildly thrusting fingers up into the squishy hole of her excited cunt.

With a little gasp of pleasure, she lifted one hand to her tit and tweaked a burgeoning nipple as her other fingers mauled her aroused little clit. Body-tossing thrills shot through her lust-sensitive form.

She moaned softly, smiling erotically as she excited herself to a feverish pitch. Her mind whirled and her senses reeled. She mashed her ass into the bed as her fingers clawed and scratched at her furry pussy.

Her blood-swollen pussy-lips throbbed wetly around her drilling fingers and her cunthole churned hotly. In this way she reached an incredible peak of lust and pleasure. Her eyes closed in secret rapture as she gave herself completely to the joys of pussy-playing. She humped her ass faster, caring about nothing now except her wild, impending orgasm. Gasping, she rammed her fingers right up into the clenching tunnel of her openly receptive cunt.

Marsha hadn't had this much fun and pleasure since her dad had started fucking her. Her whole body was on fire and she jerked around on the bed with complete abandon. Every lovely inch of her writhing flesh burned with passion and her inner cunt-walls milked her probing fingers spastically. Her ass-cheeks bounced a few times on the bed and her back arched as she thrust her pussy up and out to get even greater thrills.

"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh," she whimpered with pleasure as she fingerfucked her hot cunt round and round. She thought her tits would burst, they were so hard.

Oh, God, she was feeling so wild in her belly and tits and ass and cunt! How sexy she was now! And it dawned on her even as she twisted helplessly around on the bed what caused the increased pleasure. Her father had fucked her to a new level of erotic pleasure!

She couldn't deny that her fingers felt extra nice probing into her juicy cunt now. Even the cummy pleasure her girlfriends whispered about was never described like this! She was a wanton, lewd girl at the moment and she had to come!

Intense pleasure built up inside her hot belly and she felt like she would explode any minute. Wanting to come very much, she rammed her two soaked fingers far up into her greedy, sucking pussy while her wiggling thumb titillated the stiffening bud of her clit. She arched her back and gasped, trying harder to get off, sure that if she didn't come soon she'd simply die!

"Oh, God, oh God," she rasped hornily, humping her pussy furiously.

She cried out, then gasped again. Her body tensed and strained almost unbearably, hovering shakily in the air for a few seconds before her writhing ass hit the bed again.

She trembled from head to toe and her lithe muscles pressed against the creamy white skin of her thighs and belly. Her mouth fell open slackly and her eyes rolled as her ass bounced again and again on the bed. As her ass jerked and tossed, the inner muscles of her hot pussy sucked voraciously on her obscenely drilling fingers.

She shrieked, completely at the mercy of the fervent passion that raged uncontrollably through her lust-crazed cunt. Great waves of intense pleasure boggled her mind and her lovely body quivered with ecstasy as her pussy creamed endlessly.

She hefted her cunt up and pushed her fingers all the way up her pussy and humped and twisted on them furiously as she came. Silky warm fluid seeped around her probing fingers and oozed out of her fuck-hole to dampen her soft hair and hot thighs. It seemed like ages before her shaking body began to rest again. Slowly her cunt-quivers subsided enough for her to catch her breath. Then, gradually and pleasurably, she withdrew her fingers from her soaked, vibrating pussy hole. Oddly enough, she immediately felt a gnawing emptiness in her belly. She wanted more!

Her horny mind somehow switched immediately to memories of bananas. When her mother was alive, Marsha had discovered the joy of inserting a thick banana up her pussy. But her lecherous father had ruined that pleasure for her – had ruined all self-pleasure for her – by relentlessly fucking his giant cock into her helpless cunt. Now the thought of her old friend, the banana, returned.

She giggled girlishly, feeling free to do as she wished in the empty house. She leapt from the bed and pranced naked out of her room, excited about getting a banana from the kitchen to use up her cunt. But the ringing of the telephone distracted her.

She dashed to the sofa and perched her cute ass on its arm and pressed the phone to her cute little ear.

"Hello?"

It was Sandra. She wanted to chit-chat, mostly about boys and their anxious pricks.

"Clint sure is hot for you," she said a dozen times in the course of the conversation. "Why don't you spread your legs for him? If you don't grab that marvelous cock of his, some other horny chick will. You know how popular he is. Doesn't it simply turn you on to know that Clint Fields wants to fuck you?"

"If you only knew!" Marsha exclaimed.

"Then why don't you make a date with him and give him that cute cunt of yours?"

"That isn't what I meant, Sandra. I meant if you only knew how terrible my life is right now."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, Marsha. We all have tough parents and money problems."

"Oh, Sandra, I can't talk about it!"

There was a pause, then Sandra said, "Hey, what's going on? You sound serious. What is it, Marsha? Are you in trouble? God, you aren't pregnant, are you?"

"No, no…"

"You on the Pill?"

"Yes, of course."

"Whew! That's good! The last thing you need is a fucking kid! God, I want to spend the rest of my life flat on my back getting fucked by the biggest cocks in the world!"

"Oh, Sandra," Marsha sighed, "you're impossible."