Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to achieve their goals -- a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books -- all chronicle episodes where one individual has been manipulated for the sake of another.
And when the victim is young and innocent, the story is so much the sadder.
Marsha Brennan, a schoolgirl in this book, is the victim of immoral people.
An innocent girl, she finds herself caught in a complex web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to endure one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal to her captors and, eventually, joins them.
DISCIPLINE FOR DAUGHTER -- the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story which holds a lesson for our uncaring society.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Pretty little Marsha Brennan cowered under the covers as she heard the front door open and close. From the sounds in the other room, she knew her father was drunk again. She heard bumps and scrapes and something fell to the floor. She heard her father curse. Marsha dreaded these sounds in the night, sounds any other teenaged girl would pay little attention to. She drew the blankets tighter around her neck and shuddered. Odd feelings coursed through her body. The cold fear, the shortness of breath, the mounting dread, these she could understand. It was the other feelings she couldn't grasp -- the tickle deep in her belly, the funny feeling in her cunt and the tingling of the pink nipples on her jutting tits.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and shut her eyes tightly. Please God, she prayed, silently, don't let him come in here again. Please let him pass out.
She heard footsteps approaching her bedroom. Her heart beat wildly behind her rising and falling tits. Panic seized her and she squeezed her thighs together. But the pressure against her pussy created sizzling feelings and she quickly let her legs fall open, again.
The footsteps stopped, turned around, and went away. Her father was returning to the living room. Marsha stuffed the blanket in her mouth to keep from sobbing aloud. She was so scared, so deathly afraid of her father. Tears welled in her eyes and she rubbed her fists into them.
Her mother would have chided her for that and she knew it. "Don't do that, darling," her mom would have said. "You'll make your eyes all red."
A shudder ran through Marsha's body and she sniffled. She could almost hear her mother's loving words and for a second she imagined that her morn was still alive.
She missed her mother terribly and as she thought of her, new tears came to her eyes. Why did she have to die? Marsha cried to herself. It's not fair. She was so kind and good. Why does God let all the bad people live while good ones like her mother had to die? I need you, Mom, she said in her mind, I need you so much!
But her mother was gone and Marsha was utterly alone, stuck with a drunken, brutal father and a brother who was twenty years old and also drank too much.
Marsha's ears perked up. She could hear no sounds in the living room -- or anywhere. She relaxed her grip on the comforting blankets and heaved a sigh of relief. Her reined tits quivered.
Maybe he passed out, she thought with hope. Maybe he's too drunk to come in here tonight. She held on to that thought like a child holds on to her teddy bear. He's drunk! He fell asleep on the sofa, or on the floor. He'll just lie there until Ernie gets home.
She looked at the small clock on her nightstand and figured the time. It was late and Ernie would be home soon, even if he stopped for a few drinks. His shift at the factory in town was over at ten. He'd come home and find their dad lying there drunk. He'd start razzing him and he'd wake up and be angry. Then they'd go into the kitchen and there'd be more drinking until they both fell down drunk.
Marsha closed her eyes and tried to think about sex. That was better. She liked to daydream about sex, because that meant she could feel good about herself. Her hands slipped under the covers and she shivered a little. She knew how to banish the horrible thoughts of her lecherous father from her mind. She simply had to stop thinking about him.
Every time she remembered what he had done to her she felt weak and lost, terribly alone. She would have to forget what he had done. It was the only way she could find peace within herself. She had to pretend that nothing absolutely nothing -- had happened!
Marsha escaped into her private world of pleasurable sex. She smoothed her hands over her quivering tits lightly and sighed. She felt her nipples harden and push out against her hands and she caressed them tenderly. It felt nice.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly and pushed her tits upward against her moving palms. Her fingers touched and danced around, her swollen nipples and bet whole body trembled.
"Mmmm," she murmured, slipping her hands below her thrusting tits. She smoothed her hands slowly ova her rippling flesh. She liked to feel her own soft skin, so velvety to her touch. The tips of her fingers touched the mound of her pussy and a deeper sigh made her tits rise and fall quickly.
She quivered as her fingers rubbed into her pussy-hair. Her legs parted and her fingers smoothed downward between them to her silky cunt. Her fingers trembled slightly as she parted the soft lips, of her pussy and began to rub her delicate, sensitive clit. That was marvelous.
She shuddered with pure pleasure as her hands moved between her thighs and her fingers slid up and down along her cunt-slit. Her sighs increased in number as her naughty fingers slipped sexily over her tender, pink pussy-flesh. Sex sure was nice this way, she thought dreamily.
Little quivers of excitement started to ripple through her straining body each time her fingers contacted the sensitive spot at the top of her cunt-slit. Marsha sighed deeply and let her fingers press and squeeze her stiff little clit.
Mmmm, she thought, why can't it always be like this? Why does my dad have to get drunk and...
She pushed the memory of her father out of her private world of pleasurable sex and quickly resumed her juicy thoughts by working her fingers ever faster along her pussy-channel and clit.
To concentrate on what she wanted most, she pulled her quivery cunt-lips apart and tipped her hips up. The tip of a forefinger diddled her clit and twirled it around. She knew instinctively that the feelings would be even better if she got a finger up into her horny little fuck-hole. That would be exciting.
Her breath caught in her throat and her face reddened with increased passion just imagining her finger drilling into her pussy. She wiggled her cute little ass on the bed and worked her cunt into a better position. She knew exactly what she wanted and it had nothing to do with her raunchy father. She wanted to shove something stiff up her cunt-channel. She wanted to be fucked by something that felt like a prick -- a nice prick.
Marsha stretched her legs wide. With one hand she held her pussy-lips open and the other flew down to her crotch. She pushed her slim finger in the tightly clenching pink hole of her cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped as her long finger invaded her pussy. It was marvelous! It felt so good. But one finger wasn't enough to satisfy her sudden hunger for cock. She needed more, more than one finger to make it feel like a prick.
She groaned hotly and her ass came up off the bed as she eased another finger into the warm wetness of her squirming cunt. That was good! A gasp of delight escaped her constricted throat as she drilled her two fingers in and out of her pussy. The two fingers together were just right for her and felt like the right thickness.
Her eyes closed in rapture as she worked her fingers swiftly in and out of her churning cunt. The thrills got sharper and sharper and that familiar tickle deep in her heaving belly grew more furious. She was steamy with sexy heat as she fingerfucked herself. Her legs flailed beneath the covers and her cute ass wiggled all around on the bed.
She wanted the blinding, flashing streaks of joy to continue as they were. But they got stronger and stronger until she could stand it no longer. Suddenly she jerked in her bed and her body whipped around. She rolled onto her side and drew her legs up tightly, stuffing her fingers into her juicy pussy. She bit her lower lip and moaned hornily as her ass humped furiously and her pussy creamed with spasms.
She felt her passion rise to that blinding peak again and again until she was weak and panting helplessly, thoroughly drained of pussy-cream. Hot, silky fluids oozed out of her cunt-channel and drenched her trembling fingers. Some juice seeped out and trickled down her curves to her asshole and thigh. It felt warm and safe.
She eased her soaked fingers out of her pussy and they found their way to her mouth as she lay panting for breath. Her ripe lips parted and she took her fingers into her mouth and licked at them sensuously as her hips writhed with the afterglow of pleasure. She remained in that position for a long time, breathing and sucking her fingers.
Afterwards, she rolled onto her back and stretched her long, lithe legs out under the blankets. She heaved a sigh that made her hardened tits rise and fall like two pyramids under the sheets. She felt good.
Once again the pleasurable feelings in her cummy cunt made her wish for things she didn't have -- like a normal sex life. She almost wept with the pain of her sexy wishes. If only she could be like other girls, girls who had regular home lives, normal parents and could go out to get fucked in Lovers Lane. She wished she could be like those girls who had boyfriends, boys with nice stiff cocks who loved their girlfriends.
Marsha was not allowed to date boys. Her father was absolutely brutal about the way he threatened to punish her if he ever caught her with a boy. Punks, he called them, and he warned her often that if she ever gave her sweet pussy to a boy, he'd punish her by shoving his enormous prick up her virgin asshole! And Marsha had no doubt that he would do that to her. All she had to do was look at the immense size of his cock while he spoke and she knew he would carry out the threat.
A sound suddenly startled her out of her thoughts and dreams. Her eyes snapped open and her tits rose up. She felt like a trapped animal, wishing for someplace to hide as she pulled the covers up to her chin. She lay there cowering and shivering, her blue eyes bright with fear.
The door swung open and her father stood there, eyeing her. Marsha saw him weave slightly and he coughed. She could smell his boozy breath clear across the room.
Inwardly, she prayed frantically. Please, God, please don't let him! Not again! Not tonight! Please, please, make him go away!
For a second or two her father just weaved in the doorway, adjusting his vision to the semi-darkness. Then he staggered forward and stumbled at the side of her bed. He said nothing. His mouth was slack and his dirty breath polluted the air around the girl. Marsha shuddered. His lewd white face looked like a cold mask of inhuman lust.
The first time he'd fucked her, everything had happened so suddenly, so quickly that she could hardly believe it was reality rather the one of her wicked fantasies. She had been in bed, sobbing pitifully. Her mother had been dead only six months and the hurt had still been intense. Her father had heard her crying and slipped into her room to comfort her.
He'd been drinking. Marsha could smell it on his breath when he sat down on her bed. She hated it when he drank. It frightened her -- especially now that her mother was no longer around to protect her.
"What's the matter, honey?" he had asked softly. "You miss your ma?"
"Yes, yes," she had sobbed. "Why did she have to die?"
Her father had leaned over and pulled her into his arms. It was a warm evening and Marsha was wearing her lightest nightie. It had slid from her shoulders when her dad pulled her up to him. His big hand had covered one tit and he had petted and caressed it. Marsha shuddered at the memory.
"Don't, Daddy, don't," she had rasped.
But her father's whiskey breath had quickened. She could feel it hot against, the smooth, creamy flesh of her naked shoulder.
"You're all I have now, Marsha," he had said hotly, rubbing her tit. "And I need you, baby. Your mother would want us to be nice to each other, darling. She'd like that."
His sweaty palm had mashed her firm, round tit. His other hand crept up between her thighs, his fingers reaching for her cunt.
"No, Daddy, don't!" she'd sobbed. "I don't like that!"
"You'll learn to like it with me, baby. I won't hurt you. Would I hurt my own daughter?"
He had pressed her down on the bed and pushed his pants down. Marsha had been too shocked to scream when she felt the enormous size and wetness of his cock touch her legs. She still couldn't believe it was truly happening to her. She had still loved him then, and trusted him to be kind and caring. It had seemed impossible that her own father was mouthing her cute little ear, squeezing her sensitive tit, and rubbing her unprotected cunt.
Marsha knew something about sex. She had taken sex education in school. But she hadn't taken it too seriously. Sex education seemed to be something for her and her girlfriends to titter about. Sex seemed funny and, dumb when she read about it in the textbooks. But there had been nothing to titter about as her father mauled her defenseless body and prodded it with his huge, wet prick.
He had been very drunk and very horny at the time. He climbed between her trembling legs and drove his aching cock up into her pussy. Nothing she had ever read or heard prepared her for the quick, lewd attack of her fresh body. It was horrifying and the pain blinded her. She had screamed then and tried to push his heavy body from her, but he was too big and too hot to move.
He had settled all of his weight on her body and drilled every solid inch of his horny cock into her weak and helpless cunt-hole, ripping right through her cherry. At the last, Marsha had given up the struggle and gone lax under him as he fucked her brutally and savagely. She could only close her eyes and pray that he would soon finish with her and end her torment and pain.
As he plunged his powerful prick into her juicy little twat he had mauled her tits and asscheeks in ways that had horrified her. But worst of all had been the way he had slobbered drool all over her all through the entire fuck.
"My precious daughter. My baby. Now you stop that crying, Marsha," he had muttered drunkenly. "A big girl like you shouldn't cry about a little loving. That's what we're doing, honey, loving one another. I need you, and you need me. You're my big girl now. Just hang on to your dad. I'll make you feel real good."
The pain had been so extreme that Marsha never knew when he stopped screwing her pussy. All she knew was that at a certain point, her father grew outrageously violent and started fucking his stiff cock roughly in and out of her cunt. He had slammed it into her brutally and then groaned horribly and trembled violently as his big cock jerked and jolted within her cunt-walls. She had known what that meant as he shot his jism into her.
She couldn't tell when his cock stopped gushing in her body. All she had known was that he suddenly crawled off her bruised, aching body and staggered out of the room.
Marsha had put her hands down to her crotch to massage her hurt, and they came away all sticky with come and red with blood. Even though the pain subsided, there was a feeling that remained. A feeling of forbidden pleasure so strong and so overwhelming that she couldn't shake it. She had tried very hard to shut out the good feelings that had crept through her pussy and belly and tits. She didn't want something so horrible and evil to have any good to it. It just couldn't have any good parts!
Yet she had lain there, not crying any more, just touching her furry little cunt and writhing her hips slowly, examining the feelings. Then, when she heard her father snoring loudly, she had padded naked into the bathroom and tried to wash away his memory. But she couldn't. She was able to wash off the blood and the come, but her father's whiskey smell had stayed with her, along with the memory of his stiff cock deep in her pussy. Then her father met a slut in a bar, Blanche Abbott, and for a while Marsha's tender pussy got a rest. Ralph Brennan brought the whore home to live with him and every night Marsha would hear them fucking wildly in his bedroom. Curious, Marsha would often creep to the door and watch her father fuck the shit out of the drunken, moaning bitch. It sometimes made her sick to watch them snort and grovel and come so violently together, humping and screwing and panting like animals on the sweaty bed. Marsha would listen to their talk as they fucked. To hear the woman screaming for more cock in her asshole was simply disgusting. A week later her father told her to call Blanche her stepmother. She had refused at first but then her father pulled her over his knee and spanked her bare ass until he got so hot he had to fuck her cunt. After that, Marsha obeyed him and called the slut her stepmother, even though the bitch cursed like a truck driver and used filthy words when she was horny.
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?
CHAPTER TWO
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.
To Marsha's unwilling delight, he once again pried open the puffy lips of her cunt and his big, thick finger burrowed deeply into the hotly throbbing pussy-passage. Marsha moaned and her cunt squirmed and she humped on hit finger hornily.
One final twist of conscience that she was this groveling man's daughter made her cringe with humiliation at the obscene, evil thing she was, surrendering so easily. Then her dad's big finger shot into her fuck-hole and drilled her womb. The resulting sensation that flowed so wildly through her pussy, warming it and wetting it, silenced the voice within her.
She heard the bed creak as her father moved beside her. Then she felt the stiff, wet shaft of his cock spring at her and his bulging cockhead dribbled hot fluid onto her inner thigh.
Marsha instinctively jerked away from the enormous prick and stared down at it in horror. "Daddy, no!" she gasped, seeing it throb and leak along side her leg.
Her father chuckled drunkenly and staggered onto his knees, holding her hips down with his powerful hands.
"I'm gonna fuck you, my hot daughter," he said. His eyes burned into her tits and cunt. "You wanna fuck, don't you? Don't you, baby?"
"No, noo, noooo," Marsha whimpered, shivering. "Please, Daddy, don't! I'm your daughter! No, noooo..."
Her father's eyes flared hornily and his chuckle sounded evil. Pie suddenly pushed his large hand beneath her neck and lifted her head and shoulders from, the bed. Marsha gasped in alarm as he crudely stuck his wet cock between her ripe, jutting tits.
He laughed wickedly and started rubbing the length of his enormous cock up and down between her tits, pressing against her obscenely. Marsha whimpered helplessly. His prick felt so much bigger this way and it made her jutting tits seem even smaller than they were. She began to cry softly as her father hovered over her, groaning and grunting as he fucked his horny cock up and down against the soft sides of her sloping tits.
"Feels good," he rasped, drooling saliva onto her head. "Uhhhnnnn, your tits are so tight, baby. Nice tits. Good tits. Mmm, fuck you, baby, fuck your beautiful tits."
Marsha twisted her face away from his straining, writhing belly and gasped for breath as she felt every solid inch of his enormous cock raping her tits. Her senses, whirled at the obscenity of what was happening to her. She couldn't understand why her nipples got so stiff and tingly as her father rubbed his body against them. And how could something so big and hot and ugly feel so silky and smooth between her thrusting tits?
The mere thought of sex with her father was enough to make Marsha want to vomit. She didn't want to moan and push her tits against his evil prick, but she had no control over herself. Even if her mind rebelled against this incestuous act, her tits responded beautifully to the gigantic, wet, fucking cock. The motion of her father's prick seemed to render her speechless and incredibly horny.
He felt her quiver and shake as he fucked his cock between her tight tits and that thrilled him. His big, hairy nuts tightened up against the base of his thick cock and he could think of nothing but giving it to her good. She was one horny little bitch when she was turned on!
That's the way Ralph Brennan saw his daughter after he confused her and made her tits and pussy respond to his demands. It never occurred to him that his daughter might not want to have sex with him. In his drunken states he always assumed she loved it. She just needed a little expert guidance! Now his horny, stiff cock was guiding Marsha's mixed emotions. The touch of his long, thick prick filled her dazed mind and her natural sexuality blossomed against her will.
"Gorgeous tits," her father slobbered, working his cock faster against her soft flesh. "Gonna fuck you, baby. You need it, don't you? Don't worry, kitten, daddy'll take care of your horny little cunt."
Marsha felt his cock slip below her heaving tits, and she whimpered and sobbed as he lowered her head to the pillow.
"No, Daddy, please. Not that..." she wept.
"Yes, yes," her dad chuckled evilly.
He moved quickly, dazing the poor girl. He was down at her feet, gripping her slim ankles and throwing her pretty legs wide open. In a hot flash he was kneeling between her trembling thighs, forcing them wider apart, until Marsha winced with the pain. Her father always liked her legs really splayed because he wanted to see every lovely inch of her sweet pussy.
He growled something obscene under his whiskey breath and grasped his rigid fuck-pole in his fist. He moved it toward her throbbing cunt, now defenseless before him.
"It's too big!" Marsha cried out.
Her dad laughed. "You, always say that!"
Fear gripped Marsha again, as always. His prick looked so menacing, so wild, so vicious, so terribly thick! She was sure she could never take all of that weapon up into her small pussy. His cock would split her right up the middle. She was sure of it!
She gazed wide-eyed at his massive cock and shrieked when he pushed the swollen head through the silky strands of her cunt-hair and lodged it in the tight mouth of her helpless cunt.
"Oh! Daddy! Don't!" she wailed.
But his enormous prick parted her cuntal lips and forced its way into the narrow, moist tunnel of her hot pussy. Marsha felt her cunt-mouth stretch into a big O around the thickness of his cock-shaft.
"Oh, my God!" she shucked. "You'll split me!"
She really thought he would rip her in two as he grunted and forced another inch of his big cock into her fuck-channel. Then another inch pushed into her pussy and she caught her breath. Her eyes rolled in her head and her tits hardened as if a cock up her cunt made them feel good.
Marsha whimpered and tears foil from her eyes as she tried to pull away from her father's gigantic prick. She sniffled helplessly and ground her ass into the mattress in a vain attempt to stop the invasion in her cunt. But her dad's horny cock impaled her body and speared brutally up into her suddenly jerking belly. Marsha cried.
As he plunged his cock into her cunt like a sword, Marsha's lips twitched and quivered in torment. But, as he started fucking his cock in and out of her tightly clenching pussy-hole, her lips quivered differently -- with little spasms of obscene, unwanted sexual pleasure.
Her silky cunt caught fire against her will, even as she pushed at her dad and protested against his evil invasion. White-hot flames licked deep in her twisting belly and her fuck urge erupted, turning her pussy into a hot and hungry little mouth. She writhed and twisted on the bed as he fucked her, a hapless victim of breathtakingly delicious torment.
Her father groaned with the labor of fucking her tight cunt, whispering obscene things into her cute little ear as he worked his mighty cock in and out of her pussy. Chuckling with evil pleasure at her expense, he hefted himself up on his hands and watched her tits rise and fall erotically as he see-sawed his tense prick in and out of her cunt tunnel.
He arched his back and drew his long cock back to its head. He held it poised there, stuck in her writhing pussy-mouth and relished the feeling of her tight pussy sucking on him. He laughed evilly and lewdly at her as Marsha helplessly churned her cunt round and round on his bulging cockhead. He knew what she would do next -- and she did. She started humping her cunt upward, gasping hotly, reaching for the rest of his horny prick.
He gripped the bed to brace himself. Then he drilled all of his powerful cock up into her hungry little pussy. Marsha screamed once, then her whole body jerked frantically and her cunt sucked hotly on his imbedded prick.
Suddenly out of her head with erotic needs, she thrashed and squirmed on the bed, surrendering completely to the lewd pleasure his mighty cock was giving her. Evil, evil, evil, she told herself, yet she knew it was wonderful, too, knew it was marvelous that she wanted more.
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.
CHAPTER THREE
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.
"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.
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.
CHAPTER FOUR
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.
"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."
But she envied Sandra. She wished she could be so enthusiastic about sex. She wished she could be as horny as Sandra and lust after all those stiff pricks wandering around the school.
Of course, Marsha was just as horny as Sandra. She just couldn't do anything about it like Sandra could. Her father would rape the hell out of her if he knew she had fucked a boy, she was certain of that. He had threatened her with a brutal ass-fucking and she believed him! It had been bad enough when he broke her cherry with his enormous cock! She certainly didn't want it shoved up her ass.
She tried to change the subject with Sandra, but the brunette kept coming back to boys' nice cocks. Finally, Marsha told her bluntly that she didn't want to talk about Clint's eager prick.
"What's the matter with you?" Sandra snapped at her. "Are you getting stuck up, or what? You never fuck that I can tell. Are you normal? You must be, I never saw you eat pussy either. Come on, Marsha, snap out of it. You're not getting any younger. Get in on the fun while you can."
"Yeah... sure..." Marsha murmured. "Uhhh, look, Sandra, I gotta go."
"What's the rush?"
Marsha decided to tell her the truth. "I was just going to the kitchen for a big banana when you called. I just got off and my pussy's itchy for some more. You know?"
"Do I!" her friend laughed. "Okay, go ahead and get your rocks off. Though I don't know why you don't just let Clint Fields do that for you!"
Marsha hung up and heaved a sigh. She sagged on the sofa and let one hand drop between her thighs to her furry little twat. She knew only too well why she couldn't let Clint -- or any boy, for that matter -- help her get her rocks off.
As if her thoughts of her raunchy father caused it, his car drove up in front of the house. Marsha groaned and leapt off the sofa, her tits heaving and her heart racing as she hurried back into her room.
She shut the door quickly and blocked it with a chair -- even though she knew it would do no good if her dad wanted to fuck her.
She swallowed nervously and quickly pulled on a dress. She barely got the zipper up in back when she heard the front door open. But she didn't hear it close. Instead, she heard her father fall down and curse like crazy.
She tip-toed to the door and removed the chair. She eased the door open a crack and peeked out to see her dad struggling to his feet. He was bent over, coughing and holding his chest. He was drunker than she had ever seen him.
She kept a firm grip on the doorknob. If her father approached her room, she planned to block the door and maybe get out the window. But Ralph didn't come to her room. She watched breathlessly as he stumbled toward the bathroom.
A moment later she heard the weirdest sounds ever to come from a human being. Curious, she dared to open her door and step into the living room. The front door was still wide open. She went and closed it.
When she turned she saw that the bathroom door was open, too. And there was her dad, crumpled on the floor, hugging the toilet bowl and puking his guts out.
Her father was certainly no threat to her ass in that condition. He looked like death warmed over. Then she saw the blood spewing from his mouth and she screamed.
"Daddy!" she shrieked, bolting into the bathroom.
She dropped down and put her hand on his back as he vomited red liquid mixed with booze into the bowl. "Oh, my God. Dear God! How can you do this to yourself?" she cried as he jerked and puked.
"D -- don't know, honey. Don't know... sick... so sick, baby... help, me, please help me."
"But, how, Daddy, how? What should I do?"
He couldn't answer her. He either didn't hear her or simply had no way of responding. All he could do was push his face deeper into the filthy bowl and heave some more.
Instinct took over Marsha. In a flash, she recalled one day just before her mother died. She and her mother were having a cup of tea together and Marsha cheered the woman up by talking about school. Her mother loved to hear her daughter talk of the future and her goals. And Marsha told her she wanted to be a nurse when she got older. Her mother said she'd make a marvelous nurse.
Remembering that, Marsha mustered all her strength and courage and helped her drunken father to his feet. He slobbered puke and saliva down the front of his filthy shirt as she tried to guide him out of the bathroom. Feeling like a nurse, and pretending to be one, she somehow managed to get his huge frame across the living room and into his bedroom.
She let him fall onto the bed because he was too heavy to let down easily. Then she took off his shoes and socks. That was easy. The hard part for the poor girl was getting his pants off. But she knew a nurse had to be detached and efficient. Without looking at his crotch, she yanked his pants off and then removed his soaked shirt. When she had him naked, she rolled him under the covers, and he fell, into a stupor, snoring and muttering insanely.
It was with a growing sense of pride that Marsha went to the kitchen and fixed her father some hot broth. This she carried to his room and she sat on the edge of the bed and spoon-fed the soup to him. She had to force him to eat.
He waved his arm angrily to push away the spoon at his lips. His hand hit Marsha's firm, pointed tits. It paused there, felt around, identified the objects, and stayed there, feeling them.
Since her tits kept his hand occupied while she fed him the broth, Marsha let him play with them. Even when his rough hand yanked her neckline open and bared her tits, she let him maul them so she could get the healthy soup down his throat. No real nurse had ever applied herself to her duty with more dedication.
He is my father, she told herself as her pink nipples responded to his tantalizing fingers. Sometimes I hate him, but I can't let him die.
Don't die, Daddy, she said inwardly as she pushed the last spoon of broth into his slack mouth. Mom is dead. Gone. I'd be all alone if you died. Just me and Ernie. Ohhh, don't die, don't die.
She removed her tits from his wandering hand and set the empty bowl and spoon on the nightstand beside his bed. Her father seemed to be weaving in and out of consciousness, fading into a drunken stupor or a coma, Marsha didn't know which. All she knew was that she had to take care of him -- whether he deserved good treatment or not. A nurse had to be impartial.
But her father started shaking terribly with a deep chill. His face grew waxen and his eyes rolled in his head. His teeth chattered as if it were freezing in the room.
Marsha quickly piled blankets on him. It did no good. She could see his big body shaking beneath them. A light flashed in her eyes. She had seen a movie once where a man would have died if it hadn't been for a woman who laid next to him and warmed him with her body heat.
Can I do that? she wondered. Do I dare?
Her father groaned low and his teeth clicked together as his shoulders quivered. Sweat poured from his forehead, even as he trembled with the cold. Marsha knew she had to do everything she possibly could to save him.
She stripped her little dress off and, stark naked, crawled into his bed with him and pressed her curves up against his body. Her father rolled in his coma and a big hairy arm circled her slim waist. His thick cock pressed against her thighs.
Marsha quivered a little herself as she felt his prick begin to rise up like a live thing. It startled her because she didn't know a man could get a hard-on when he was unconscious. His cock got bigger and hotter!
"Helped me," her father suddenly mumbled in his half-sleep. "My baby. Helped your old dad... good girl. The best... my baby..."
Marsha caught her breath as his body pressed ever tighter against hers. She felt her stiff nipples squeeze on his powerful, hairy chest. His immense cock prodded between her thighs. She swallowed nervously.
She knew she had to stick it out with him. A nurse wouldn't abandon a patient for anything. So she snuggled against him, even though his monstrous prick throbbed wetly at her thighs. A shudder passed through her body. Her thigh lifted an inch, two inches, three. Her dad's big prick sprung between her inner thighs and bobbed up against her furry cunt.
"Love you, kitten," her father mumbled, almost inaudibly. "Love you... love you..."
"I -- I love you, too, Daddy," she whispered helplessly.
Her pussy turned a little. Her dad's bulging cockhead pressed against her cunt-mouth. Marsha caught her breath as her ass pushed forward, just slightly. Her pussy-lips parted, opened, stretched, and her father's prick crept up into her fuck-hole.
"Ohhh, Daddy," she gasped hotly as he started fucking her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Marsha received two shocks the next morning when she awoke. The first shock was the time. It was after nine! The alarm clock in her room always went off promptly at seven so she could get ready for school. But she wasn't in her own bedroom. That was her second shock. She was in her dad's bed -- and she was as naked as her father!
She jumped out of the bed as if she'd been burned. She gathered up her dress and quickly got into it. Her father rolled in the bed, smacked his lips a few times, and opened his eyes. A sickly smile crossed his pasty-white face.
"Mornin', honey," he murmured.
Marsha turned and looked at him. He looked terrible. His eyes were swollen and all red and his skin looked oily; the room smelled filthy. She went to the window and opened it.
"My little nurse," her father muttered, watching her.
"I'm late for school," she said.
"Never mind school."
Marsha's eyes went wide. "Never mind school?"
"Don't go to school today. Stay here with me. You helped me last night. So much. Just like your mother used to do. You were good to me, Marsha. Real good."
Marsha blushed slightly. She wondered if he was referring to the fuck.
"The way you fed me that broth. How did you get me onto the bed all by yourself? Christ, I can't remember a thing!"
Marsha breathed more easily then. "I'll get you some coffee," she muttered.
"Good girl," her dad said.
She was back in a few minutes with two cups of coffee. She sat on the edge of the bed and joined him. He asked about Ernie and she told him he was out like a light on the living room sofa. She had seen him there, out cold, still in his clothes, the empty bottles on the floor.
Ralph drank large mouthfuls of the good coffee and kept glancing at his daughter. It made Marsha self-conscious and she searched for something to say.
"I can't believe you want me to skip school. The last time I played hooky, you beat me."
Her father winced and stared into his cup. "Sorry about that, Marsha. Really. Things are different now. I see things differently now." His eyes lifted and he peered into hers. "I've been rotten to you, haven't I? Forgive me, baby. I was drunk. I wouldn't have done those things. You know that, don't you? Don't you, Marsha? You're my daughter! A man wouldn't hurt his own daughter, would he? It was the booze, honey. Just the booze."
He gave his head a shake as if to loosen the cobwebs in his brain. His tongue, sticky white, slipped across his dry lips. He averted her open and innocent gaze.
"I've been rotten," he murmured, gripping his cup tensely. "Lousy. A bastard. Can you ever forgive me?"
His remarks put Marsha in an uncomfortable, emotional state. He sounded so repentant, so sincere. Her heart went out to him.
"Oh, Daddy," she sobbed, tears coming into her eyes, "you're so different today! You, you, ohhh, you seem like you used to be when Mom was alive. It is the whiskey, Daddy, it is! You're so different when you're drunk. Oh, here, let me get you some more coffee!"
She took his cup and hers and ran from the room. She cried softly in the kitchen. The tears she shed were tears of relief and happiness. Her father seemed so much better now, so sober, so kind and caring!
She wiped her tears away and carried the cups back to his room. He was sitting up now, looking much better. He smiled at her and accepted the cup she offered.
"God, you've been good to me," he rasped. "How could I abuse you? I must be nuts. My pretty, lovely, sweet girl. I'll make it up to you, Marsha. You'll see."
Her emotional condition made her prattle. Breathless with wonder and excitement, she blurted, "Oh, Daddy, this is the way I thought it would be! I mean, after Mom died, I, well, I thought I could take care of you. I wanted to do the housework for you and fix your breakfast and bring you coffee in bed, like this. But..."
He reached over and patted her arm. "There, there, honey, never mind. It's all my fault. I guess your mother's death really rattled me. I lost control. But things will be different now. Trust me."
"Oh, I do!" the happy girl exclaimed. "I know you're a good man. I know you wouldn't have done all those horrible things to me if you hadn't been drunk. Ohhh, Daddy, I'm so happy I could cry."
"You've done enough crying," her father said, stroking her arm. "And it's all my fault. But I'm gonna make it up to you, starting right now. How would you like to spend the day out with me? We could go to that amusement park. Maybe a movie. Or even two!"
Marsha thought she'd burst with excitement now. "Oh, Daddy!" she squealed. No other words would come. So she threw herself on her dad and hugged him tightly.
Ralph felt her hard tits against his chest and almost grabbed her ass. But he restrained himself. He took her by the shoulders and eased her back away from him.
Smiling, he said, "Why don't you go and put on that new dress you got? The blue one."
"Okay!" Marsha bubbled, and she leapt to her feet. Ralph watched her cute little ass twitch as she pranced to the door.
"Honey?" he said.
Marsha turned in the doorway and looked at him. Her eyes were bright. Her pointed tits rose and fell cutely.
Her father's eyes ran up and down her luscious body and he grinned. "Don't wear anything under the dress."
Marsha's mouth fell open and her heart skipped. "Daddy!" she gasped.
He chuckled and said, "That won't hurt anything, will it? I know you go without undies sometimes -- even to school. Now don't look so shocked. I know how girls are. Just the other day you stooped over on the lawn on your way out and the breeze lifted the back of your dress. I saw you naked."
"Daddy!" she gasped again.
"Well, don't blame me!" he laughed, "it was you who went without panties. I just looked."
"Well, you shouldn't!"
"Okay, okay," he chuckled. "I give up. You're right. I shouldn't. Now go ahead and put that special little dress on."
Marsha stepped back into his room slowly, looking puzzled and a little wary. She narrowed her eyes at him and asked, "Why don't you want me to wear undies?"
Ralph raised his hands in self-defense. "Hey! Don't get so tough! I'm not up to anything. I swear. I promise not to touch you. That's not what I'm trying to do. Trust me, Marsha."
"Then why can't I wear undies?" she pressed, suspicious of him.
He licked his lips nervously and avoided her gaze. He sighed then and said, "Come here a minute, honey. Sit here and let's have a heart to heart talk for a change."
Marsha slowly approached the bed. Her father grinned and said, "Come on. Don't be chicken. I promised you I wouldn't touch you, and I won't. See? I'll keep my hands under the sheets."
With that movement and promise from him, she perched her ass on the edge of the bed and waited for him to talk. He chose his words carefully.
"Try to understand something, honey," he began. "You're a very pretty girl. It's hard to... You've grown up so fast. Sometimes you look like one of those peachy chicks in the magazines -- especially in your bikini."
Marsha's face flushed but not with embarrassment. Her bedroom mirror often told her exactly the same thing. To hear him saying it thrilled her and deep in her heart she loved to hear it. Since she didn't have any boyfriends to admire her, any male admiration was lovely to her.
Even so, she concealed her warmth and appreciation. "You shouldn't say things like that to me."
"I know, baby," her father agreed, looking pained about it. "I can't help it. Hell, you live right here with me. I see you in your nightie going to the bathroom. I see you at the breakfast table in your sexy little school clothes. And your body is so developed. You're so beautiful and luscious and exciting. Oh, I know a father shouldn't put it quite like that, but damn it, Marsha, you're an eyeful!"
A tremor of excitement rushed through Marsha's pussy and she swallowed hard. How she ached to hear a boy say things like this to her! How good it was to be admired, appreciated, even desired!
But she couldn't let her dad know what she was feeling in her tits and cunt. She looked at him sternly. "I wish you wouldn't talk that way."
He looked properly chastised. "I know, honey," he said contritely. "You're a good girl. I just want you to understand how it is with a man. Let me put it this way. I promise not to touch you ever again. That was rotten of me. You helped me so much last night. And today with you feels so good. But you are a sexy little thing. You must know that. You do, don't you?"
"Well -- yes, I guess so."
"Of course you do. Men must whistle at you on the street. Boys must go crazy over you. I know you drive me nuts, that's for sure! But, all I'm saying is, wear your dress for me without undies so I can at least think about you naked. It would give me great pleasure just to know you have nothing on under the dress. That's all. And I won't talk about it again. I just wanted you to understand how it is between a man and a pretty girl like you. You can do that for me, can't you?"
"And you won't touch me?" Marsha tested.
"Right."
She mulled it over for a second, then got to her feet. "Okay," she said. "I guess that won't hurt anything."
"Good girl," her father encouraged her.
Marsha went into the bathroom and washed up. When she came out, her father went in. He showered and shaved and got into clean clothes. When he stepped into the living room, Marsha was ready.
She looked delicious in her short blue dress, so tight across her pointed tits. It pleased him to know she was absolutely naked underneath it.
Marsha averted his gaze and muttered, "Would you like me to fix you some breakfast?"
He smiled at her, glancing at her tits. "No. Let's go out and eat."
Right from the start, Marsha tested her father's sincerity. When she got into the car beside him, she deliberately leaned over so he could see the tops of her lovely tits. She wanted to see if he would break his promise and say something or touch her. He didn't.
It was hard for her to fully relax around him. She could feel her nipples press hard against the soft fabric of her tight dress and she was very conscious of being naked under it. When a breeze blew, she could feel it swish round her pussy and ass. She was always aware that her dress could flip up any minute and give her dad a look at her nakedness.
She didn't really relax with him until much later, after many tests of his sincerity. They went to the amusement park first and there she subtly and cleverly cock teased him, just to see what he would do. Getting on the Ferris wheel, she let him peek under her dress, knowing full well that he could see her naked, round ass before she sat down. During the ride, she glanced at him to see how he was taking it. He seemed normal and there was no bulge in his lap.
In the tunnel of love, she sat close to him in the darkness. Her heart raced slightly because this was a dangerous place to be with a man like her dad. He could easily take her into his arms and run a big finger right up her cunt. But he didn't. He didn't even touch her. When the light came at the end of the tunnel, he helped her out of the boat like a gentleman and Marsha felt happy.
Then she started to relax near him, realizing that he was keeping his word. He took her on lots of rides and she started feeling happy again. He bought her candy and soda and won some small prizes for her in the gaining booths. By two in the afternoon Marsha was smiling brightly and feeling delirious, giggling often.
After the park, they went to a matinee in town. Her father asked her what she'd like to go see and she picked a R-rated movie. In the theater he bought her popcorn and more soda. During the movie Marsha grew a little warm. For an R-rated movie, it sure was sexy!
Halfway through the picture, she dropped the empty popcorn box on the floor, along with the drained soda carton. She snuggled into her chair and watched the torrid scene on the screen as the beautiful actress exposed her luscious, creamy tits for a handsome man who had just entered, her apartment to rob it.
Marsha glanced at her father. His eyes were riveted to the screen. He looked totally absorbed in the movie, as if she weren't even there with him. She licked her lips and nibbled her lower one for a second. Then she leaned over and touched his shoulder.
Ralph bent his ear to her and she whispered, "You can put your arm around me, you know. There's nothing wrong with a father putting his arm around his daughter."
He slipped his arm across the back of her chair then onto her shoulders. Marsha leaned against him and fastened her eyes on the screen. She was profoundly aware of his hand against her upper arm. It felt warm. She sighed peacefully and watched the movie, proud of him. He kept his hand right there all the while, even though her rising and falling tit was right next to his fingers.
When they left the theater, Marsha was quite impressed with her father. He was like a different person. He was so kind and considerate, so gentle and caring. As they drove home she wondered if he knew how different he was sober.
She got lost in her thoughts during the ride. Gazing unseeingly out the window she realized that her father was a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. When he was drunk the beast came out in him. And what a beast! She trembled to recall how violently he had raped her, the way he had fucked her so brutally and the savagery of his lust.
She cupped her chin in her hand and wondered what it would be like to make love to him now when he was sober. She immediately hated herself for such a thought, but she couldn't suppress the slight thrill that passed through her pussy.
"Did you like the movie?" her father asked. His voice startled her and she blushed, as if he had caught her fingerfucking herself or something.
"Uhh, yes," she murmured.
He looked at her and smiled. "What are you thinking so hard about?"
"Nothing."
He gazed at her. Her face was turned away, so he let his eyes roam over her soft hair and thrusting tits and naked thighs. Her dress was high up on her pretty legs and it took every ounce of his resolve to keep from reaching out and petting the cute pussy he knew was just under the edge of her dress. He swallowed hard and forced his eyes back on the road.
Marsha felt a tension in her body which she didn't understand at first. Then she realized she was tense because they were nearing the house. Ernie would be at work. She would be alone with her father again. What would happen? Was he really repentant? Was he sincere? She worried about it.
But when they got home, her father stretched and yawned. "I'm beat, honey. Still hung over. I need some rest. I think I'll take a nap."
Marsha watched him move toward his room. "Okay," she murmured.
She stood in the living room for a long time without moving. She heard his bed creak, heard him turn a few times. He hadn't even gone after the many bottles he had stashed around the house. He really did go to bed. The tension began to leave her body.
She sauntered to his door and gazed at him on the bed. He looked almost handsome in his clean clothes. He certainly looked peaceful with his eyes closed. Gentle, too.
"Daddy?"
"Hmmm?"
"I'm gonna go out for a while. Okay?"
It was another test, and she knew it. Ordinarily he would rant and rave about her going out around horny boys and stuff like that.
"Sure, honey, go ahead," he muttered. "Have fun. Wake me up when you get back and we'll have dinner together."
She stood there for long moments, dazed. Finally, she moved away and left the house. On the street a wave of tremendous relief washed over her and a big smile crossed her pretty face. Her tits were excited and she started bouncing down the street, walking briskly, her cute ass twitching happily. She felt like a new person -- free, warm, at peace with herself and the world.
She felt that her life was finally beginning to shine.
CHAPTER SIX
The next day at school Marsha was bright and chipper after a good night's sleep. The day before, when she'd gotten home, she couldn't awaken her father. He was snoring like a truck driver and he had slept around the clock. Marsha had awakened refreshed and went to school singing.
Ordinarily she would have been glad to be kept after school. The longer she could stay away from her home and her dad, the better she felt. But her father was better now, so it depressed her when Mr. Adams said she'd have to remain after school. She was failing in history.
But when she returned to history class at the end of the school day, she found the room empty. At least she thought it was empty until she heard a noise in the small room in back. She went to it and started to pull the door open when she heard the darndest thing. It was a girl's moan.
She eased the door open a crack and peeked inside. Her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide as her tits rose up in alarm. Mr. Adams was standing with his back against a locker, his eyes closed, his mouth slack. On the floor was Marsha's best friend, Sandra Doon. The girl was on her knees and her pretty head was bobbing rapidly.
Then Marsha saw why. Sandra's fist was wrapped round Mr. Adams' enormous cock and she was sucking him off with obvious passion. Marsha heard her friend moan as she worked her mouth up and down the man's thick cock.
Marsha stared in disbelief for a long time. Then she stared in belief. Sandra was obviously enjoying the hell out of the teacher's massive prick. He sure wasn't forcing her to suck him off. Sandra was blowing him with all her mouth and lips and tongue had to offer.
Marsha grit her teeth against the waves of lust that suddenly and unexplainably shot through her cunt and tits. The sight of Sandra sucking the teacher's immense cock did something to her and she knew she had to get away from the scene before she did something wild.
She staggered out of the classroom as surely as if she had been drinking. The scene had intoxicated her. She hurried out of the building and walked across the lawns, mulling things over in her mind. She had shocked herself. Just seeing Sandra sucking a big prick had made Marsha want to suck it too! She was horrified at her own response.
How can I even think of such a thing? she wondered, alarmed that her tits and pussy tingled like crazy. What kind of a girl am I?
Marsha couldn't face the truth that she might simply want to suck a prick, so she sought an excuse for her natural feelings.
It's my father's fault, she decided. All that sex with him has done something to my body. I don't really like that sort of thing. It's just because of what he did to my tits and pussy.
She was so busy justifying her own erotic nature that she didn't see or hear the car pull up near her.
"Hey, Marsha. Are you sleep-walking?"
The voice shocked her and she gaped at the young man behind the wheel.
"Clint," she rasped in a funny voice.
Clint Fields looked dangerously handsome in his T-shirt and tight denims, grinning so sexily at her. He looked so sure of himself, as if he knew that her tits and cunt were buzzing.
Marsha sure knew it! The thoughts of her daughter-raping dad and the scene of Sandra sucking off Mr. Adams had done it. Now the mere look in Clint's eyes made her pussy cream right there on the street. She felt the warm fluid seep through her cunt-tunnel and she stifled a shudder of delight.
"You're sure a hard chick to meet," he chuckled. "Come on, hop in and take a ride with me."
Where was her decency? What had happened to her sense of right and wrong? Marsha didn't know as she automatically slid onto the seat next to the boy.
"I've been wanting to meet you for weeks," Clint said as he drove across town. "Didn't Sandra tell you? Well, no matter. You're here. Jesus, but you're a sexy chick, you know that?"
"Where, where are you taking me?" Marsha asked weakly. She wondered what she was doing in a car with a guy like Clint Fields. No girl in her right mind would go anywhere alone with him!
He drove to the isolated area known among the high school kids as Make-out Park. When it dawned on Marsha where they were, she caught her breath.
"I don't want to be here," she said breathlessly.
"Coulda fooled me," Clint laughed.
He turned off the ignition and in one fluid motion, turned to her and gathered her curvy little body into his arms. Marsha instinctively pushed at his broad shoulders.
"Clint, don't..."
His lips covered hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth. He seemed to have a dozen hands. One caressed her tits; another unzipped her dress. Another felt her pussy. Another pulled at her dress. Mother rubbed her naked ass.
Marsha felt herself sinking -- down, down, down. The next thing she knew she was flat on her back, stark naked, and Clint was kneeling over her, opening his pants.
Her eyes widened as he produced his cock. It was huge, stiff, throbbing and wet.
"Oh, golly," she moaned.
Clint chuckled lewdly and pulled her hand to his hot cock. He folded her fingers around his cock-shaft and whispered, "Jerk it for me."
"Do, do you like me?" Marsha rasped, her tits rising and falling rapidly.
"Sure I like you. You're a sexy little thing."
"I mean, I like you, I wouldn't do anything like this with a boy I didn't like. I wouldn't want you to think..."
"Jerk it, will ya! Christ, but I'm horny for you!"
He leaned down and mashed his mouth to hers as his rough hand mauled her aching tits. The contact of his hot mouth and eager hand turned Marsha on something fierce. Her small hand gripped his cock tensely and she started whacking it up and down.
A strange sense of contentment came over her. Here was the kind of boy she had so often dreamed of.
Clint felt her furry cunt and ran a big finger up into her fuck-hole. He slid it in and out a few times and Marsha's pussy started turning and twisting.
She wrenched her hot mouth from his and gasped, "Your prick is so big! I've never played with a prick. I've never gotten it from a boy before."
Clint chuckled and drilled his finger into her pussy. "Well, you've sure been getting it from somebody," he laughed. "Your cunt is juicy and not cherry."
"Don't talk like that," Marsha said, blushing.
The guy laughed again, but kept his thought to himself. He mounted her and shoved his horny cock up into her soaked, little fuckhole.
The minute his young, virile cock entered her body, Marsha melted like snow under a hot sun. Her breath quickened, her arms snaked around his neck and she started fucking him with gusto -- willingly and happily.
Her pleasure was enormous as the boy fucked his stiff cock in and out of her writhing cunt and she clung to him, loving every fucking inch of him in her. It was so glorious to want to fuck. It felt so good being young and horny and free to fuck a boy of her choice.
She closed her eyes and smiled as he rose and fell on her faster, driving his rigid fuck pole into her sucking pussy; crazy, creamy feelings washed over her as she fucked.
Her initial come was dynamic -- and quick. Just the feeling of his thick, pistoning cock in her tight, clenching pussy was enough to make her come furiously. She jerked and whipped on the car seat as her cunt creamed wetly.
"Ohhh," she moaned after the first shocks of pure pleasure, "I love you! You, love me, don't you? Don't you, Clint? Ohhhh, you must love me, or you wouldn't be doing this!"
"Yeah, yeah... sure... I love ya... sure..."
He attacked her thrusting tits with his hungry mouth and sucked the hell out of her pink, spiking nipples as he happily fucked his stony prick in and out of her pussy.
He was genuinely surprised at her passion. He had expected her to be a good piece of ass, just looking at Marsha Brennan told a guy that. But now that his powerful cock was actually fucking her cute little pussy, he was amazed to discover, that, she could get downright raunchy.
Marsha heaved her cute ass up off the seat and churned her wet pussy round and round on his driving, drilling prick. The more she twisted, the better feelings she got deep down in her belly. When she discovered the secret to her own fucking pleasure, she capitalized on it by wrapping her pretty legs around the guy's hips. She clung tightly to him with her arms and legs as his beautiful cock ravished her open, sucking cunt.
Her liberated fuck-urge turned her into a wanton bitch, horny for prick. "Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh," she moaned hornily, fucking faster. "Give it to me! Ewww, what a cock you have. It feels so good up me. Give it to me, Clint! Ohhh, fuck meeeeeee!"
She needed this fucking by a normal boy to make her feel like a normal girl. This was a handsome, popular guy fucking her, not her drunken, brutal father. What a difference!
"What a difference!" she squealed, and twisted her tight cunt on his drilling cock.
"Different than what?" Clint groaned, ramming cock harder into her burning cunt.
"Nothing. Nothing. Ohhhh, just fuck me... I'm coming so goooood!"
She sure was doing that, the Clint realized. For such a chick, Marsha seemed awfully experienced in the pussy department. As her tight, twisting pussy delighted his raging cock, he wondered just who had been fucking her.
Marsha felt his prick enlarge within the confines of her juicy cunt-walls and that thrilled her. It delighted her to know that her fucking was going to make him shoot his powerful load of jism into her.
To make his orgasm wild and to prove that she was a big girl, she fucked her horny cunt furiously on his bulging, drilling prick. She whimpered and moaned passionately and screwed her ass around wildly. His bulging cockhead swabbed her pussy deep in her heaving belly every time she gave a thrust and twist to her cunt.
Clint's heavy nuts banged against her twisting ass several times as his cockhead penetrated deeply into the wetness of her sucking cunt. Then she felt them tighten up against the base of his slip-sliding cock, readying for the kill. He grunted loudly and rammed his cock into her heaving body.
His prick swelled up inside her sucking cunt and Marsha shrieked with yummy pleasure as her pussy creamed all over his ramming cock again. Her hot cunt-juice got him off. As it drowned his prick the hotness and titillated his gonads, his nuts burst wildly.
Great wads of thick cockcream shot through his cock pipes and gushed violently out of the small hole at the end of his prick. His cock jerked like a wild animal in Marsha's pumping cunt and she humped faster and harder to get all the come out of his balls. She wanted it.
Her eyes rolled in her head as his prick gushed savagely in her fucking pussy and his spitting cock only made her come more. She howled crazily and fucked him hornily.
"Ohhh, Clint, Clint!" she gasped, fucking hotly. "You're coming. I'm coming. Oh, ohhhh, it feels so good to me! Shoot it. Give it to me! Ohhhh, how you fuck a girl!"
Her ass writhed furiously and her pussy clenched tightly on his spitting cock, milking it wildly and sucking every drop of his jism out of him. She loved it.
A few seconds later, her eyes opened, and she rasped, "How horny you are! Wow!"
When he had pumped all his jism into her hungry little cunt, he withdrew his spent prick and sat up. He lit a cigarette while Marsha caught her breath. He gazed at her wet, furry cunt.
"You're a little bundle of dynamite," he laughed.
"I'm glad you like me."
"What else do you do?" he asked.
Marsha frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you fuck so good, I wondering what else you do. Do you give head?"
Marsha sat up. "Clint!" she gasped. "You shouldn't talk to a girl like that!"
He looked at her puzzled for a moment, then said, "Oh, I get it. You ain't horny right now. But I'll bet you suck a wicked cock when you're hot for it. You've sure got a sexy little mouth. I'd like to slip my prick in there."
"Please don't say things like that," she said.
"Okay," he replied. "But you would blow me, wouldn't you? I mean, you're not like those kids in your class, are you?"
Marsha didn't want to seem like a child to him. She glanced at his soaked, spent prick. "I guess I would," she admitted.
"Now?"
"No, not now!" she giggled, "I've got to be getting home."
Just the thought of home alarmed her suddenly. Fucking Clint had been so nice that she'd forgotten her situation.
She yanked her dress on and gasped, "Oh, Clint, I've got to get home right away! What time is it! Oh, God, I've got to get home!"
"Okay, okay," the boy laughed. "Calm down. I'll have you home in a jiffy. Easy, baby, easy. Don't get so excited."
"My father will kill me," she panted.
Clint started the car up and muttered, "Pretty strict guy, huh? I thought so. I never see you around at the parties or anything." As he drove he added, "Now I'm glad. It's kind of nice fucking a chick no one else is fucking, no one at school, anyway. You got a boyfriend?"
Marsha's mouth fell open and she looked thoroughly shocked. "Well, yes -- you! I hope you don't think I'd do things like that with just any boy! Isn't that why you wanted to meet me? Because you like me? You want me to be your girl, don't you?"
Clint saw the panic in her eyes and he remembered that she was just a kid. "Uhhh, yeah, sure, Marsha. Sure I want you to be my girl."
"I should hope so!" Marsha exclaimed. "I'd hate to think you were the kind of boy who would screw a girl and then just drop her flat!"
He reached over and ran his hand up her inner thigh and rubbed her moist little cunt. "You don't have to worry about that," he said sincerely. "I have no intention of dropping you flat. Now that I've had some of your cute cunt, I want lots more. And other things, too."
"Oh, Clint," Marsha said softly. She felt so safe and secure.
When he drove onto her block, she had him let her out on the corner. "I'll walk to my house," she said.
Clint laughed. "Don't want your old man to see me, huh?"
"He'd be furious," she said.
"Okay. I'll call you."
"Oh, no! Don't do that! I'll call you!"
"Okay. Whatever you say."
"And I'll see you tomorrow anyway at school. We can go have a soda."
He didn't have the heart to tell her that he had a hot date the next day with a fuck-hungry cheerleader. "Sure," he murmured.
He drove off smiling and waving. Marsha waved back to him and felt all creamy-dreamy just thinking about what had happened. Imagine! Clint Fields, the football star! She had fucked the most popular boy in school!
She walked on air all the way to her house and entered humming to herself. When she pushed the door open, the living room was empty. But then the door crashed shut behind her and she whirled, startled. Her father had been hiding behind the door. He was insanely drunk.
"Daddy!" she gasped.
Ralph's big hand came up and he slapped her so hard that her head snapped back and the force of the blow, sent her crumpling to the floor. Her short dress flew up as she burst into tears and cowered before him. He could see her pussy, all, furry and wet from sex.
"You fuckin' little slut!" he yelled. His breath reeked of whiskey. "Where you been, huh? You been fuckin', you Goddam whore! Looka yer cunt! Sopping wet, God damn it! Who ya been screwin'? Some punk from school! How many of them punks you been fuckin'?"
"Daddy, please..."
"Shut up, you fuckin' slut! Don't give me no shit! This is what I get for being nice to ya tramp! I woke up and you weren't here!"
"I -- I had to stay after school, but..."
"Don't lie to me, you little bitch! I saw ya! I went lookin' fer ya and I found ya all right. In a fuckin' car with a punk! You fucked him, didn't ya? Nothin' but a Goddammed whore! I told ya, if your pussy needs cock, you come to me! I've got the cock you need!"
He tore his pants open and once again the mere size of his naked, wet prick alarmed Marsha. "No!" she cried. "Please, Daddy, don't!"
"I told you what would happen if you let a punk fuck you!"
She remembered the ass-fucking threat. "Daddy!" she screamed as he grabbed her. "No! Please. Not that!"
"I'll teach ya, ya little slut. I'll teach ya to go around giving your ass to every horny punk in school. Got a hot pussy, huh? How about your cute little ass? You got a hot ass, baby? Is that it? Well, don't you worry, kitten, I got just what you need for your hot little ass."
He attacked her brutally on the floor in front of the coffee table. He yanked her by the shoulder and forced her over onto her stomach. He ripped her dress in back, tearing it as he hiked it up over her curvy ass.
"Daddy, don't!" she shrieked, horrified. "You're ripping my dress!"
"You ain't gonna need no fuckin' dress!" he snarled, pushing a big finger up into her tight, virgin asshole. "You ain't gonna need clothes any more around here."
Fear rippled through Marsha to hear those terrible words. Her father was in a drunken rage and her very life felt threatened. She shivered and trembled fearfully as he removed his finger from her tight asshole.
She screamed horribly when he pushed his enormous, wet prick up into her asshole. She screamed and screamed as he fucked her ass brutally. In the background she could hear a soap opera on TV. It sounded weird as her grunting, slobbering father fucked his wild cock in and out of her shuddering, quivering, defenseless asshole.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marsha's agonized scream bounced off the walls. Her lusting, enraged father fucked his powerful cock into her tight little asshole violently. He slammed all of his rigid fuck pole up into her small ass and his bulging cockhead ripped into her bowels.
He grit his teeth and slammed his cock into her body. Each spastic lurch of his iron prick made Marsha's little clit mash against the carpeting. Against her will, even through her tears, she came again and again. Feelings she had never experienced before were triggered inside her writhing, gasping body as her dad's angry prick ravished her asshole. His big, hot nuts slapped against her cunt. His cock plunged into her clenching, tightening ass and her clit crashed against the rug. Her tits were mashed on the floor and her pink nipples erected and tingled with obscene, weird pleasure. She wept bitterly as her father fucked her.
Her fingers clawed at the carpet, trying to grip something to ward off the pain of the huge cock slamming into her ass. She gasped and cried out and screamed, but still her drunken, lust-crazed father fucked his thick, wet prick in and out of her sucking asshole.
"Daddy!" Marsha sobbed frantically. "You're hurting me. It's too big Daddy -- stop, stop! Ohhh, please, stop that. Owwww! It hurts me!"
With his head spinning wildly and his lust mounting rapidly, Ralph bit into her creamy white shoulder as if it were a juicy tit. His rough hands pushed under her and met at her writhing twat.
He drilled all of his long, thick cock up into her bowels and fucked deeply as his fingers pried apart her pussy-lips and invaded her cunt-hole.
He jabbed with his prick and drilled with his lingers. His cock filled her asshole and his fingers stuffed her pussy-slit. Rough, anxious fingers clawed her stiff, quivering clit and Marsha was reduced to a writhing mass of helpless female flesh, whimpering and sobbing as the brutal man fucked her wildly.
Her come flooded her cunt with a fury that made her ass and pussy churn and jerk nervously. Marsha's whimpers grew weaker and more helpless as her dad's fingers and cock made her come and come, and come!
The pleasure was too intense for the man. His daughter's asshole was so fucking tight around his slamming, drilling cock! It drove him nuts.
Violently but awkwardly, he pushed himself up on his hands. The weight off her back gave Marsha some relief, but then the pain in her ass got worse because all her dad's weight was now in his hips and buttocks. With his back bowed, his thick cock lodged all the way in her ass and he fucked in there wildly.
Ralph's head snapped back all of a sudden and he let the howl of a crazed animal as he busted his nuts up his daughter's tight ass. His prick jerked wildly between her spasming ass-cheeks and she felt it explode in her guts. Great big wads of thick jism crashed into her bowels, making her shiver and shake with a new rash of strange feelings. She sobbed bitterly and came as her father emptied his balls into her asshole.
During his last quivers of orgasm, he fucked his prick into her clenching asshole and got himself off a good one. He pumped every last drop of his thick come into her twisting ass, panting and grunting all the while.
Finished, he pulled his soaked prick out of her asshole and drew away from her. Marsha gasped with relief and her body crumpled there on the floor, jerking and quivering helplessly.
All that fucking made Ralph's throat dry. He staggered to his feet and stumbled to his half-empty bottle. He put it to his thick lips and gulped down the fiery liquid. Whiskey squirted from the corners of his mouth and dribbled down onto his shirt and pants so that he looked like he'd pissed.
As he gulped down his poison, his weeping daughter writhed on the floor, panting for breath.
"Daddy, Daddy. You hurt me," she wept. "It hurts in my belly. I can't breathe. Owwww, it hurts..."
The whiskey hit Ralph's head like a piledriver. It burned his brain cells and killed his feelings. Hearing his daughter's weeping and sobbing, he whirled on her and laughed obscenely to see her naked, white body contorting in agony before him.
His bleary eyes riveted on her cute little ass and furry cunt. His thick tongue fell loosely out of his mouth as he got down on his knees. He gripped Marsha's body and hefted her ass upward. He pushed her lovely legs open.
"Daddy. What are you doing?"
He chuckled drunkenly and shoved the neck of the whiskey bottle up into her fuck-hole. Marsha screamed. He laughed and held her ass down as he fucked the long neck of the bottle in and out of her creamy, wet twat. Gripping the bottom of the thing, he fucked it into her. The neck was about four inches long and he buried in her cunt, pushing the wider part of the bottle in, stretching her pussy-hole until she shrieked.
Marsha was thoroughly mortified. Not only did the bottle hurt her cunt, it made her come! She didn't want to come at all, not with her father and certainly not on a glass bottle. But she couldn't help it. He kept pushing the darned thing into her pussy so hard! Her pussy responded, in spite of her horrified feelings and she came wetly, trembling from head to foot.
That made her dad laugh with pleasure. "Like that, huh?" he guffawed. "See how good it feels? Cute cunt. Loves to come, don't it? Look at it wiggle!"
He pulled the bottle out of her pussy so he could watch her delightful pussy writhe and squirm for him. It was fun to kneel there and just observe the way her cunt churned and twisted. It made his prick stiff.
Half-crazed with lust and his brain fried by booze, he dragged his daughter's helpless body to the coffee table. He cleared it with one sweep of his powerful arm and draped Marsha's body over it. She was on her belly, her hair and hands fell onto the floor on one side of the table, her knees and feet touched the floor on the other side.
"Now you stay like that till I tell you to move," her father commanded.
He sat on the sofa and set his feet up on the table, one to each side of her writhing body. From this position he could look down at her naked round ass and cute, furry twat.
"There," he said with obscene satisfaction, "now I can really get a good look at you. Lovely girl. Pretty cunt. Nice ass. Cute little asshole you got. Hot pussy, huh, baby? Sweet ass."
Marsha gasped for breath and burned with indignation as her crazed father went on and on, staring at her private parts and saying dirty things about them.
She choked and coughed and gasped. Twisting her head a little she glanced over her shoulder to see why he was breathing so body and saying such filthy things. She gasped to see that her father was just sitting there, ogling her ass and cunt, whacking his enormous prick!
She watched his fist ride up and down the full length of his wet prick, nursing it and making it stiffer by the minute.
"No, Daddy, no more, please..." she begged.
Her father laughed lewdly and got on his knees between her spread thighs. Laughing as she screamed and pleaded, he shoved his powerful cock up into her juicy cunt and fucked her silly. The edge of the table cut across her flat belly as he lurched and plunged and rammed into her body. Marsha cried bitterly as he fucked her relentlessly.
Hers was the finest, tightest pussy he had ever fucked and Ralph couldn't get enough of her. His burgeoning cock loved the tight, wetness of her sweet cunt. He felt like he could fuck her forever and never let her close her pretty legs.
"See?" he laughed when she came helplessly, unwillingly. "See? You don't need no fuckin' punks to screw you. Just come to your old dad. I'll fix you good. No boy's got a cock as big as mine. Right? Right?"
Marsha's tears flowed as copiously as her pussy-juice as her dad raped her cunt. She never would have said so, but it was true that his prick was enormous. It had to be twice as big as Clint's! It felt as wide as the bottle he had shoved up her pussy.
Even so, she had never felt so humiliated and fearful in all her life. Something had come over her father. He was drunker than she'd ever seen him. And raunchier! He was downright bestial with her now, raping her, brutalizing her and abusing her body. She was scared to death of him...
She thought the horrible fucking would never come to an end. At the last, she helped it along. She had to in self-defense. She didn't think she could stand another orgasm on that tremendous cock! So she writhed her pussy on it as it rammed into her fuck-hole and she actually helped him get his hot rocks off.
In those wicked, horrible moments she realized that she probably didn't have to live through as much hell as she had been. If she did things to make him come, he wouldn't be able to fuck her so much!
With that thought in mind, she pushed back with her cunt and let it suck on his rampaging cock. She screwed it around a little and she heard her father groan with increased pleasure. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and braced herself. She fucked wildly on his stabbing, drilling cock. In no time at all his cock exploded in her writhing belly and he shot his fiery load into her.
She smiled to herself as her dad fell off her body and collapsed to the floor to catch his breath. She had won a small victory and she felt proud of herself. Now she knew what to do to keep him from fucking her to death. Just fuck his prick and make it shoot!
It was, just as well that she came to the insight. Starting that day her life became a living hell of constant and relentless sex. Her dad drank more and more and he raped her at every turn.
That very night, after she had eaten some dinner -- he drank his -- he dragged her to his bed. There he climbed onto her body and sat on her aching, pointed tits and made her suck him off after he fucked her between the tits to get his cock nice and stiff. Then he had sat on her tits and fed his prick to her soft, sexy mouth.
He ignored Marsha's pitiful crying and sorrowful pleas for mercy. He pulled her pretty head up off the pillow and fucked his thick prick into her wet mouth and made her suck on it.
It took Marsha quite a while to remember her own plan of defense. When she recalled what a girl could do to save herself, she took to licking and lapping his cockhead as he fucked his cock-shaft between her lips. She moaned as if she loved his prick and lashed it with her saucy little tongue, driving the man out of his mind with lust.
His cock grew larger and redder and wetter as she blew him. Then she remembered sexy pictures she had seen in men's magazines and she deliberately grasped his stony cock in her fist and jerked it while she sucked on it. Then she toyed with his big, hot nuts and teased them to the point of ejaculation.
Her father cried out crazily. His whole body jerked and shook as his prick exploded in the sweet girl's mouth. Marsha giggled with satisfaction and sucked him off like he'd never been sucked off before. She gulped down his jism, sucking all of it up out of his hairy nuts. When he fell beside her on the bed and passed out, she smiled proudly.
The following day school at least gave her a respite against her father's incredible lust. It took her some time before she could sit comfortably, her chair again. Her ass was so sore from her dad's enormous prick.
It took even longer for her to start feeling good about herself again. Little did she know that her nightmare was just beginning. Her father was at home waiting for her, drinking himself into a stupor.
But she found out the minute she got home. No sooner had she walked inside than her father grabbed her and ripped her dress off her body. When he saw that she was wearing panties and a little bra, he got furious with her and slapped her around the living room until she was weeping and cowering in a corner. There he decked her and raped her mouth, cunt and asshole, in that order.
He had her suck his cock until it was enormously rigid. Then he fucked her pussy and made her come something fierce. Just when she thought she could make his cock shoot into her cunt, he pulled it out and tossed her onto her belly. As she wailed and screamed in agony, he fucked her asshole brutally. There he shot his load.
When he conked out cold next to her, she cried bitterly for a long time. Even though he was out cold, she couldn't get away from him. She found it difficult to move her legs. The muscles along her inner thighs seemed hard as rock and they hurt when she tried to close her legs. Her father was fucking her too much!
Gasping and moaning with pain, she crawled along the floor into the kitchen. She reached the sink and pulled herself up onto her feet, panting for breath. She drank a glass of cold water and felt somewhat better.
Staring unseeingly out the kitchen window, she reviewed the recent sexual events of her life. Despair overwhelmed her as she realized that she would never see Clint Fields again. How could she? She had to come straight home from school so her drunken, lust-crazed father could fuck the life out of her!
She nibbled her lower lips and she thought about telling someone. But she blushed and felt ashamed. She couldn't possible tell a stranger that her own father was shoving his big cock into her every hole!
But what about Ernie? Her brother! Could she tell him?
A faint glimmer of hope flared in her breast. Sure, Ernie drank a lot, but he used to be a nice guy. What would he do if he knew his dad was screwing her to death? Wouldn't he come to her aid? Who better to turn to than her own flesh and blood?
She looked at the clock on the wall. Ernie wouldn't be home until about three in the morning. She could talk to him then. But what if he was drunk and feeling mean? What if he and her father had another fight and he threw Ernie out of the house?
A few tears streamed down her pretty face and she saw her situation as hopeless once again. What escape was there for her? She couldn't run away. She couldn't tell anybody about the incest. All she could do was remain here and accept things as they were. And that made her cry harder.
"There you are," her father said from the doorway.
Marsha gasped to see him coming at her stumbling across the kitchen, knocking over a chair on his way to her defenseless cunt.
He landed on his knees, groveling into her helpless crotch. He buried his face between her thighs and pushed into her sweet little pussy. His tongue became a live thing running over her puffy cunt-lips and quivery little clit. Marsha shut her eyes against the sickening sight of her wheezing dad, eating her cunt so viciously.
She let her head drop back so she couldn't see even with her eyes open. Her tits hardened with unwanted feelings as her father's big tongue worked its way up into her juicy fuckhole. She sobbed as she came.
Despite her aversion to her own father's sucking mouth, she came vibrantly. Against her will, her whole body trembled with orgasm and her little cunt flooded profusely with silky fluids that delighted her horny dad.
After he had her gasping and trying to catch her breath, he stood up and took her by the hand.
"Come on," he said thickly, "let's go on your bed and fuck. It's been a long time."
"Daddy, no, it hasn't!" she cried. "You just fucked me a little while ago! You just don't remember! Daddy, please, not again!"
But he laughed and dragged her through the living room and into her room. He pulled her struggling body against him and his cock rose up stiff and wet against her trembling thighs. Marsha shivered to feel it so big and hot again.
He stuffed her small mouth full of his tongue and chuckled through the obscene kiss. He edged her back toward her bed and Marsha struggled hopelessly. She gasped when she fell onto her back across the bed. She cried out when her father grabbed a mouthful of a firm, jutting tit and pushed his rigid fuck-pole up into her cunt again.
"Ohhh, nooo, Daddyyyyyy," she whimpered.
She didn't want it to happen so soon, but his driving cock got her off immediately. Her pussy, sensitized to fucking by the earlier orgasms, simply went wild on his pistoning prick. She couldn't stop it from getting wetter and wetter as her dad's enormous cock turned it on.
Because he was out of his head with booze, Ralph actually believed he had shot his load into his daughter's twisting, humping cunt, but he hadn't. Nonetheless, he rolled off her fucked body and fell into a coma.
Marsha thanked God for small favors and crept into the bathroom. There she showered and perfumed her aching body, trying to wash away all vestiges of her raunchy, dirty father.
She posed naked before the long mirror and still liked what she saw. Clint had told her she was built like a senior. She could now see that she was. Her tits were high and pointed, her waist slim, her legs long and shapely. Yes, she was still a pretty girl, even though her evil dad was betraying her and abusing her body.
She cupped her tits gently and immediately liked the feeling. Tenderness was something she ached for. And the only tenderness she could get was from herself. Knowing that she rested back against the wall and watched herself in the mirror as she gently caressed her arching tits and rubbed her sweet, pink cunt.
She moaned with soft pleasure and got herself off a good one.
She didn't think of her squishy orgasm as better than the ones her father gave her. They were just different, softer, nicer, gentler, more pleasing.
She rubbed her swollen tits and fingered her drenched fuck-hole pleasantly, enjoying herself for the first time that day. With the good feelings of sexy pleasure washing through her pussy, she was able to forget about her wicked father for a little while.
Because the juicy coming helped her forget her troubles and grief, she started finger fucking her cunt-hole all over again to get more relief. Panting hotly, with her fuck-urge mounting in her tightened belly, she backed up to the toilet seat and sat down on it.
She opened her legs wide, leaned back comfortably, and drilled her fingers in and out of her hungry little pussy as she twirled her clit with her thumbs. She came nicely.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marsha despaired over ever getting away from her father's incredible, rutting lust. She didn't know that fate was coming to her aid in her time of need.
When she emerged from the bathroom all fresh and pink, she cringed to see her dad out cold on her bed, his prick dangling wetly. He turned in his stupor and mumbled something about taking a piss. Marsha cowered against the wall as he stumbled past her, but he wasn't interested in her at the moment.
She quickly dressed in an old blue T-shirt and white shorts. She wanted to appear as unattractive as possible. Wanting very much to avoid any further sexual contact with her raunchy dad she turned the TV on in the living room and sat oh the sofa, trying to look absorbed and occupied was no use.
Her father appeared in the doorway took one look at her ripe, jutting tits and naked thighs and sighed.
"God damn, you look good enough to eat," he murmured.
"Oh, no," Marsha gasped, seeing his prick rise up in his soiled pants.
Her father chuckled and came at her from across the room. It as then that it happened. As he rounded the corner of the sofa, he stepped on an empty whiskey bottle. The bottle spun and took his foot out from under him. Marsha stared in disbelief as her father crashed to the floor. His head cracked against the TV set. And he just lay there.
Marsha remained cowering on the sofa for a long time before it dawned on her that her dad was not going to get up, have a few slugs of booze and rape her again. He simply wasn't getting up at all.
"Daddy?" she rasped, leaning forward slightly, peering down at his white, pasty face. "Daddy?"
Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. There was blood oozing out of her father's hair and he looked dead.
"Oh, my God!" she cried and ran to the telephone.
Things happened rapidly after that. An ambulance came and she watched her father being taken away on a stretcher. Then there were the hours of worry and anxiety, of pacing the living room floor, wondering what to do.
Finally, she remembered her brother and she called him at work. He came home as fast as he could.
"What happened?" he wanted to know. Marsha told him exactly what happened, and Ernie squatted down near the TV and checked out the set. He could see where his father's head had struck it.
He got to his feet and looked at his sister. "Is he gonna be all right?" he asked.
"I don't know. I thought he was dead! But the man in the ambulance told rue he'd be all right. He said something about a concussion or something like that."
Ernie poured himself three fingers of whiskey and downed it. "So he ain't dead, huh?"
Marsha stared wide-eyed at him. "You sound disappointed!" she gasped.
He laughed. "I am in a way."
Marsha bit her tongue again. How she would have liked to tell him just how well she knew Ralph Brennan! But she didn't have the heart to speak of her horrible adventures with dear old daddy.
Instead, she said, "The hospital should call soon. Then we'll know how he's doing."
"I don't give a shit," her brother snarled.
He went to the front door and opened it. Marsha looked dazed.
"Where are you going?"
He laughed. "Hell, I got the rest of the day off. Might as well enjoy myself. I'm going down to Elmo's Bar."
The door closed behind him and Marsha stared at it for a long time before she realized that her brother really didn't care whether his father came home or not.
She had to admit to her inner-most self that she didn't care either, but she fought the truth down and at least tried to make believe she cared about her own father's welfare. She waited patiently for the phone call, worrying her lower lip.
When minutes turned into a quarter of an hour, she wiggled her ass on the sofa and got comfortable near the phone. She let her pretty legs fall open. A hand dropped between her legs.
She purred, working her wet finger in and out of her creamy cunt. Aching for another orgasm, she started twirling her quivery little clit. During those agonized, reaching, straining moments she hoped to hell that the phone wouldn't ring and interrupt her.
The phone didn't ring. The doorbell did. Marsha squealed in alarm and yanked her wet finger out of her pussy. She jumped to her feet and ran to the door, red-faced and wiping her naughty finger on her shorts.
She opened the door and stared up into the beautiful face of a young woman, a dark brunette wearing a see-through blouse and a tight short skirt.
"Hello," the vision of loveliness smiled. "Are you Marsha?"
"Uh, yes, I am."
"My names Arlene Sloan. I'm with the county. I've just come from the hospital."
"Oh," Marsha said, puzzled. "Won't you come in?"
"Thank you," the woman said sweetly.
Marsha graciously got her a cup of coffee, then sat with her on the sofa. Arlene's eyes took the young girl in, appraising her carefully.
"I understand that you live here alone with your father and brother," she said softly.
Marsha glanced at the official-looking folder on the woman's lap and she said, "Yes, yes, I do."
Arlene smiled. "Please don't be nervous, Marsha. I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help. I've had a long talk with your father, and..." She set her folder on the coffee table and gazed at Marsha. "May I be frank with you? I've had a feeling about this case right from the start. Now that I've met you I have a feeling I can be open and honest with you. I'd like to be. But you'll have to be open and honest with me, too."
For some unknown reason Marsha felt warm and secure around this beautiful woman. She liked her. Arlene was wearing a bra, that was plain to see, but it was a small, feminine one. It looked dainty on her thrusting tits and Marsha liked that.
She giggled, relaxing, and she cooed, "I wish I could wear clothes like you. You look so beautiful."
"Why, thank you, Marsha," Arlene said with a bright smile that lit her eyes up. "And I think you're cute. Give it time. How old are you? Well, the way things are going these days, you'll probably be able to wear next to nothing."
They chit-chatted about fashion and sexual freedom. Marsha liked her a lot then, so she decided to have a cup of coffee with her. She went and got it and came back smiling and feeling friendly.
Then she asked the question she had been afraid to ask earlier. "How is my dad?"
"Well, he's going to recuperate from his fall," Arlene said. She paused and peered into Marsha's eyes for a long moment. "You seem like an intelligent girl. I'm going to be straight with you. In fact, that's why I came here. When I understood the situation, I figured you might need a friend."
"Me?"
"Yes, Marsha, you. You don't have to confide in me if you don't want to, but try to understand that I know exactly what you've been going through. Please don't blush like that. It makes you look pretty, but I don't want to shame you. The only reason I understand is that I've been through the same thing as you."
"I -- I don't understand..."
"You will. If you'll let me be your friend. Your father is suffering from something far worse than an accident. Booze is his problem, not a fall in the living room. I've already arranged for some sober friends to have a talk with him. I'll let you know how he responds. If it works, your father will give up drinking and your whole life will change."
Marsha dropped her eyes. Did this beautiful creature know? Did she?
Arlene placed her tender hand on Marsha's wrist and pressed lightly. "I understand," she said softly, and there was a genuine love and concern in her eyes. "As I said, I've been through the same thing. Your father told the usual lies to everybody at the hospital, but I see through them. My father was a drunken slob, too, at first. I was your age when he started fucking me. That's what's happening here, isn't it?"
Marsha's first impulse was to deny such an accusation against her father! Against her! But Arlene was so gentle, so loving, so friendly. Marsha turned to jelly. Tears burst from her eyes and she threw her head into the woman's lap.
"Oh, Miss Sloan!" she wept bitterly and her whole body shook as she sobbed.
"There, there," Arlene soothed her, rubbing the back of her head. "Cry it out. I know how you feel. But trust me. If your father gets sober, everything will be different. He'll be a new man and you'll be able to take life as it comes. It won't be easy and it will require a lot of courage on his part, but he can do it if he really wants to. And please call me Arlene. I want to be your friend."
"Oh, I want you to be!" Marsha cried, sitting up.
Arlene wiped the girl's tears away from her smooth, white cheeks and smiled affectionately at her. "I'll keep you posted about developments," she said gently. "I'll give you my number in case you need me in the meantime. You're not alone any more, Marsha. I'm here with you, and I want to help you. I know how it is. My father used to rape me every night. He fucked me for years before he got sober."
"Oh! I never dreamed this nightmare could end!" Marsha said, with a smile. "If he gets sober he won't fuck me any more?"
Arlene caressed her cheek. "I didn't say that. I can't promise you that your father will never again want to fuck you. After all, you are a very sexy girl. Try to understand what it is that drives a man to fuck his own daughter. Just imagine the poor guy with a whopping hard-on, alone in the house with a gorgeous thing like you. Why just to see your cute tits and curvy little ass is enough to turn any man on, your father included."
"But -- you said..."
"No. Now listen to me carefully, Marsha. You have to understand this the right way. You see, if your father is drunk, you have no choice. He will simply drag you to bed or wherever and fuck all he wants to because the booze has driven him out of his mind. If he's sober, you have free choice again, accepting or refusing to fuck."
"What!" Marsha gasped. "You think I would want my father to fuck me!"
Arlene laughed. "Well, I did. I mean, there came the day when I really wanted my dad to fuck me. He had been sober for quite some time and I loved him a lot when he was like that. Also, I was a very horny girl when I was a kid. I still am, for that matter, but my father is dead now. To tell you the truth, I'm glad I fucked him when he was sober, before he was taken from me forever. It released something in me. Today I can have sex without any guilt."
"I don't understand..."
"Never mind," Arlene said, stroking Marsha's face. "I'm probably going too fast for you. Just remember this part. If your father stops drinking and starts getting life together, it is no guarantee that he won't want to fuck you. It simply means that if he does fuck you, he'll do it sober and that means he'll fuck you with love, tenderness and caring. He won't viciously rape you any more. I know what that's like, believe me. It takes all the joy out of sex."
"Ohhh, Miss Sloan, Arlene, you're so smart!"
"Thank you. It's sweet of you to say that. But I'm not so smart -- just experienced. I've been through what you're been going through. I understand your confusion and mixed emotions about having sex with your father."
"I have to tell you a secret," Marsha said, blushing slightly. "I let him fuck me one night. He was terribly sick and I wanted to take care of him and we were in his bed and I, well, I let his cock get into my pussy. But it was different, Arlene! Really! It felt like I was helping him. I didn't feel raped at all that night. But then..."
"There, there, I understand," Arlene said soothingly. "Don't think about the bad times. Cherish your feelings about that one good time. If your father takes his problem seriously, you might have many more good times to make up for the bad ones."
Marsha frowned, puzzled. "You sound like you're saying it's okay if I fuck my dad."
"I am," Arlene replied, smiling. "If it's your free choice. I don't care who fucks who in this world, so long as both parties are willing and happy about it. I know a priest who fucks a few of his parishioners. But it's by mutual consent. You see? If you and your father want to fuck, that's your business. But no rape. No brutality. No cruelty."
Marsha looked positively dazed. "Oh, Arlene, you're an answer to prayer! I've been so mixed up about that! You make it sound right! Ohhh, I've been trying to figure out why I liked coming when my dad was so brutal with me. Sometimes I secretly wished he would be gentle with me and love me and let me get hot first and then fuck me tenderly as if I counted as something. He's caused me so much fear and misery!"
"Now, now, don't cry again," Arlene said. "You don't have to shed any more tears. You're too pretty to be crying about such a thing. You should be enjoying your sexuality, celebrating it with joy."
She leaned forward a little and whispered, "I'd like to kiss your eyes. May I?"
That puzzled Marsha. "My eyes? You want to kiss my eyes?"
"Yes. May I?"
"Well, yes, I guess so."
Arlene pressed her lips gently against Marsha's eyelids and kissed first one then the other. Then she let the very tip of her tongue protrude from her mouth and she gently licked each eyelid.
"That feels nice," Marsha sighed.
Arlene smiled at her. "Let's try it on the lips," she whispered. Her eyes closed as she kissed the girl tenderly and lovingly.
"Mmmm," Marsha moaned.
Arlene drew her face away from Marsha's and stared into her clear eyes. "I'd like to do that to your tits. Will you let me give you some tender love for a change?"
"Well, I don't know."
Arlene slowly peeled Marsha's T-shirt upward and hiked it above her jutting tits. "Here, just hold it up a minute and see if you like this."
Marsha held her T-shirt bunched up and peered down in shocked amazement as the beautiful young woman gently kissed, nibbled, licked and sucked her swollen tits.
"Oh, golly," Marsha breathed, unconsciously urging her naked tits forward for some more female tenderness.
Arlene smiled to herself and kissed her way downward. She tongued Marsha's navel and the girl quivered. She needed no more coaxing then. Heaving a sigh of relief, she unzipped her shorts and shoved them down.
Inflamed by the teenager's movement and willingness, Arlene pushed the shorts all the way off and then licked her tongue down into Marsha's soft, furry pussy-hair.
She dropped on her knees beside the sofa and as her hot tongue slipped over the girl's sweet pussy-lips Marsha moaned deeply and stretched out on the sofa. She surrendered her body completely to this amazing, thrilling, gentle, love-making.
Arlene shivered with secret excitement and sucked the best cunt she'd had in her mouth in months. She worked her slippery littie tongue up into Marsha's suddenly grinding cunt and ate her out, leaving her breathless and heady.
Then both girls undressed. Stark naked, they went to Marsha's bed where Arlene taught her the joys of sixty-nine and lesbian love. Marsha writhed and came wetly dozens of times. She quickly picked up how to suck a woman's pussy in return. Both females moaned and groaned and whimpered with passion as they got each other off numerous times, delighting and exciting one another.
All of Marsha's pain and suffering was flushed out of her writhing body with her juicy come.
CHAPTER NINE
Marsha was certain that Arlene Sloan was the nicest thing that ever happened in her life. After the social worker left, Marsha remained buzzing for hours. Every inch of her lovely body vibrated with sexy, creamy feelings after Arlene finished licking her everywhere.
So when her brother Ernie came home, Marsha was in a very good mood, hopeful and happy. Because of her new feelings, she was good to her brother, even though he arrived drunk out of his mind. She helped him into the kitchen and fed him black coffee. Then, she cooked him a good dinner, which he really appreciated. A few moments later, he rushed into the bathroom and puked it all.
Marsha couldn't bear to see her brother going through the same agony her father had gone through, so she escaped to her bedroom. She closed the door and got into bed and began reading a good book. It was then that her brother made her first, visit to her bedroom.
At first everything seemed normal. Ernie knocked at the door and waited until Marsha told him to come in. She was, naked, so she pulled a sheet up around her jutting tits. Ernie entered and sat on the edge of her bed.
"I just wanted to thank you for the dinner," he said.
Marsha smiled happily. "Thank you for thanking me," she purred.
It felt good. Before he'd gotten sick, it had been nice sitting at the table with, him and eating with him. She looked at him with affection.
She hadn't seen much of Ernie until he'd started drinking like his dad. Since then he'd been home more. Just this evening in the kitchen he had complimented her on how she looked cooking dinner. He resumed that train of thought now.
"You looked grown up fixing dinner like that," he remarked. "More like eighteen or nineteen in that short dress you were wearing."
"I need new clothes," Marsha said.
"Yeah. I can see why. It shows. Some of the guys were telling me they wished they were here all alone with you every day."
"Oh?" she said, aware of a strained look in his eyes. Why was he staring so hard at her where she was holding the sheet against her tits?
"Yet. A couple of them actually wanted to date you."
"Thanks for that," Marsha said. "It's good to have a big brother looking out for me."
"I like to look out for you, Marsha," he said thickly, and his eyes burned into the sheet. "In fact, I just plain like looking at you. You've sure grown up lately. I watched you moving around in the kitchen tonight and, I swear, you really got my mind to working."
"Wh -- what do you mean?" Marsha queried, swallowing hard.
"I ain't been with a girl in a long time," Ernie told her. "I think I drink too much. I've been having some personal trouble, if you know what I mean. You don't? Well I, I don't get it up the way I want to."
"Oh, I don't want to talk about a thing like that!" Marsha exclaimed.
He didn't seem to hear her. "I miss touching a pretty girl, miss getting touched by a pretty girl."
"Ernie, I'm sleepy. It's been a hard day. Dad's going to be in the hospital for weeks and I've been worried. I ought to get some sleep."
He ignored her hint. "Your skin is so creamy. Your body's so curvy, so young and fresh. Just thinking about how you looked in the kitchen in that little dress makes me want to..."
His mouth was on hers before she knew what was happening. His tongue invaded her mouth and his hand grabbed a firm, jutting tit and mauled it hotly as he kissed her hornily.
Marsha wrenched her mouth from his and gasped, "Ernie! Don't..."
His mouth captured hers again hungrily. He sucked at her lips and tongue as if he were dying of thirst. His hands moved like striking rattlesnakes and there was no stopping him.
He crushed her down onto the bed and his hands explored her curves. He grabbed the sheet and felt her naked tits, her slim waist and furry pussy.
Marsha gasped for breath, smothered by his fervent kiss. Fear rendered her helpless as his mouth and hands rekindled the fires Arlene had left burning in her body.
His hand traveled down her body, pushing away the obstructing sheet. When he had it all the way off, he gazed down at her cunt. Marsha panted for breath and blushed profusely as her brother's eyes burned into her exposed, defenseless pussy.
She struggled, but knew that her fight was hopeless. Ernie had the same strength for lust that her father had when he wanted to fuck her. He easily overpowered her, but still whimpered and sobbed.
"Jesus, your tits are hard," her brother rasped hotly, feeling them all over. "You're so pretty. Such a cute cunt."
"What do you mean, too? Who else has been fucking you?"
"Daddy!" she cried, expecting this news to sober him up.
Ernie raised his head from her thrusting tits and jabbed his finger into her cunthole. "Well, I'll be damned," he said hotly, "you been giving it to dad!"
"I haven't been giving it to him!" she cried. "He's been taking it!"
"Then I'm gonna take a little, too," Ernie laughed. He drilled his big finger up into her juicy cunt.
"No, noooo!" Marsha cried. "It isn't right. It isn't right."
"Why not?" Ernie chuckled. "It feels good, don't it? How can it be bad when it feels so good?"
"Because you're my brother!" she gasped, writhing her pussy on his tantalizing finger.
"Well, shit," he argued, "if you fucked dad, you can fuck me. Imagine that old bastard banging your sweet pussy. How many times did you fuck him? Huh? How many? That son-of-a-bitch! Probably been fucking your ass off, huh? Lucky bastard. Well, now I'm gonna get mine!"
He sprawled himself on top of her heaving body. Marsha knew then that he'd gotten his cock out somehow. She felt it big and strong and wet between her trembling thighs.
"Feel that?" he rasped hotly. "You got me stiff! You did it, Marsha! Good girl! You got me up! Christ, I ain't had a hard-on like this in a long time! You don't know what hell I've been going through. I thought I was finished as a man. It's been hell. But just feel that! Huge, ain't it?"
It was definitely huge. Huge and soaked and throbbing wildly against her helpless cunt. Marsha renewed her struggle. She didn't want to be overwhelmed by the sexy feelings he was forcing in her.
"It's incest!" she gasped, weeping.
"You'll like it," her brother rasped, licking his tongue over one of her firm tits. "I can tell. No wonder you been walking around half naked. Baby, you're hot to trot!"
"No, no, noooo, I'm not!" she objected tearfully.
His aching prick pressed against her open, moist cunt-hole. He moved from side to side, wedging his cock into her. Then, suddenly, he drove his cock home, fucking every solid inch of his muscular cock into her squishy pussy.
His prick was not as thick as her dad's and it fucked into her more easily. Ignoring her cries and pleas, his lust mixing with the liquor, he started fucking her cute cunt for all he was worth. He fucked her rhythmically and with intense pleasure, holding her tighter and tighter as his massive hard-on ravished her pussy.
"No, nooo, Ernie, please stop!" she squealed as his cock started to feel real good.
"What for? You're fucking just fine. You must like it. Look how you're screwing my cock!"
"I can't help that!" Marsha wept. "What's a girl supposed to do when that big thing is drilling into her? I don't want to fuck. I just can't help it once a prick is moving in and out like that!"
Her brother chuckled evilly and sucked hard on her tits as he drove all of his powerful prick into her twisting, humping pussy.
"Please, Ernie, stop now before it's too late! Don't come in me! You're my brother! Please, Ernie, listen to me! Don't shoot your load into your own sister!"
Ernie heard her that time. Her shrieking voice penetrated the fog in his brain. But it was already too late. His cock was nice and stiff, just the way he wanted it. And Marsha's sweet cunt was so tight that no man could muster the strength to pull out after he was in.
"I, can't help it," he groaned and panted on her, drilling his cock into her viciously. "I'm sorry, Marsha. Forgive me. But I can't stop. Can't. Jesus, your pussy is so nice. Keep fucking it, Marsha, please. Ohhhh, I like fucking you. Christ, but your cunt is tight. Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
"Ohhhh, Ernie," she moaned, disappointed with him.
She writhed helplessly on his ravishing cock as her pussy creamed and creamed all over his prick. Even as she came she knew it encouraged him. Once he felt her burning juices cascading onto his pistoning cock, he groaned and started pumping his cock to her relentlessly.
The poor girl couldn't help coming. Ernie did have a rather nice prick. After all, he was twenty, a good-looking guy, and his stiff cock was the type teenaged girls dreamed of. Marsha couldn't fight her cummy feelings of pleasure after a while, so she just closed her eyes and fucked her ass hotly.
She moaned helplessly and twisted her head away as if to shut out the truth. But her cute ass came up off the bed and she squirmed around hotly, her pussy gobbling his cock and sucking on it like a mouth.
"Jesus!" her brother yelped.
His powerful cock enlarged and lengthened in her heaving belly as her saucy pussy sucked him off. A few more strokes in and out of her clenching pussy and his cock exploded viciously. Huge wads of thick jism crashed into her cunt and Marsha swooned with ecstasy as she came again on his gushing cock.
The fucking left her breathless and her brother quickly climbed off of her. He was finished fucking her. He stumbled into the living room and Marsha heard glass against glass. Ernie was going to drink some more. As she writhed there on the bed, she somehow knew that he felt guilty about fucking her. She had learned from watching her dad that drinking and guilt went hand in hand.
In a way she felt sorry for her brother. It must be painful to regret fucking your own sister. But her sorrow didn't last long. She began to feel sorry for herself again. She glanced into the mirror and saw her lovely, naked body. Just because she was sexy and beautiful, both her father and her brother had fucked her.
Dread washed through her as she realized that now Ernie would be fucking her as relentlessly as her dad had. How could he possibly resist her pussy now that he had had his prick in it? How could he resist her high, pointed tits? How could he resist her soft, sexy mouth?
Her last thought about her mouth made her cry softly into her pillow. Was Ernie going to make her blow him? Was he going to make a little cocksucker out of her? She was sure he would. What guy wouldn't want to stick his stiff prick down her throat and make her drink his come?
She wept and wept, fearing the worst now. Her future looked dark indeed as she picture herself getting fucked day in and day out by both her father and her brother. Arlene had mentioned change to her, but Marsha was convinced that it would take a miracle to keep her dad and brother out of her pussy now.
But the miracle was on its way. Ernie was not his dad. He was nothing like his dad and all the booze he could drink would not erase his guilt for having raped his sister. He sat up all night guzzling liquor, but still no relief came. As drunk as he was, he staggered into her bedroom at four o'clock in the morning and woke her up.
"Marsha... Marsha!"
"Ernie! No!"
"Don't, don't," he slobbered. "I ain't doing nothing. I, I wanna apologize. I don't care what came over me. I shouldn't of done that to you, you poor kid. I love ya, Marsha. Please forgive me."
Marsha couldn't believe her ears -- or her eyes. She switched on the lamp and saw that her brother was crying bitterly.
"Ohhh, Ernie," she cried with him, "it's okay, it's okay. Stop that now. I forgive you. I know you couldn't help yourself. I know I'm a sexy girl and after all, you are just a guy, like you said. I forgive you. Just don't let it happen again. Promise me."
"I won't," her brother sobbed, eyeing her sharply pointed tits under the sheet. "God, but you're beautiful. I never felt such tight tits before. You're a real turn-on, Marsha. Lovely. Cute. Sexy."
"Ernie, go to bed now and get some sleep. After you saber up, we'll talk about it."
"I couldn't help it, Marsha," he mumbled. "You're so pretty. I just wanted to kiss your tits. I just wanted to lick your cunt. I didn't mean to fuck you like that, I just wanted to eat you."
Marsha swallowed nervously. Just thinking about his handsome mouth on her pussy was enough to make her nervous. "Stop saying things like that. You're drunk or you wouldn't talk like that. You shouldn't be saying dirty things."
"What's dirty about it?" he slurred. "Pretty tits. Lovely pussy. What's dirty about sucking your sweet, cute cunt?"
"The way you say it," she breathed. "You shouldn't say it so lewdly. Stop talking about my pussy."
"But I love it. So tight. So juicy. So sweet. Never in my life. Want it. Want it, Marsha. Let me lick it. Just lick it."
Even as he mumbled and muttered, he was pushing his face under the sheet and getting in her cunt.
"Welllll," Marsha breathed, "if you just want to lick it..."
She spread her pretty legs and her brother buried his face in her pussy. Groveling like a wild dog with a bone, he burrowed his thick tongue up into her hot, little cunt and sucked her out.
Marsha went crazy on the bed. Ernie was good at licking and eating pussy! Finally, she grabbed her aching tits and played with them feverishly as he nibbled her clit and tongued her fuck-hole.
She came like crazy and her hot ass tossed violently on the bed. Ernie had to grasp her writhing hips and hang on to them as he ate her cunt. Her furry pussy kept jerking and whipping around. He had to chase the damned thing! But he finally got her off a good one.
Her climax made Marsha go nuts. Her hips jerked into the air and in his effort to keep her still, he twisted around and pressed his chest down on her heaving belly. This positioned his raging cock near her chest. She felt his boner touch her shoulder.
She looked over at it through glazed eyes as her horny brother went on munching her pussy.
"Oh, no," she whimpered and unzipped his fly. She breathed heavily as her fingers wrapped around his naked, hot prick. She gasped when she brought his cock out and saw it so close to her face.
How many times had she seen guys Ernie's age and imagined their tricks? Now she had one in her hot, little hand. It was close to her mouth and she could suck it, if she wanted to.
She felt Ernie's face go heavy against her cunt. He was falling to sleep -- or into a coma. He was so drunk. Maybe he was too drunk to remember if she did it!
"Ohhh, darn," she whimpered.
She turned her head and faced his bulging throbbing cock. She parted her soft lips slowly and inched her mouth forward. His cockhead kissed her lips and she licked her tongue against it. A whimper escaped her throat. Then she took his powerful prick into her mouth and sucked it off.
As her brother snored loudly against her leaking pussy, Marsha took all of his cock into her sexy mouth and sucked it passionately. She had daydreamed about blowing an older boy's prick, and now she would get it out of her system. Her brother wouldn't know the difference so she took advantage of the situation.
She bobbed her pretty head rapidly, really getting into it. She gripped his thick cock-shaft and pumped it up and down as her wet mouth slid noiselessly over his cockhead. Her pretty tongue flashed and lashed as she sucked him.
When she felt his cock enlarge, like it did in her cunt when he was ready to shoot, she sucked it faster and harder, moaning softly as she went after his hot jism.
His prick lurched in her pretty mouth, then shot loads of thick white jism down her silky throat. She gulped and gulped to keep up with the spitting of his jerking prick. Mouthful after mouthful of creamy jism slid down her throat and she enjoyed it.
Her brother groaned in his delirium and probably dreamed of some luscious female sucking him off as his massive prick spit furiously into his sister's hungry little mouth. His face turned against her crotch and her pussy-juice smeared all over his cheek and the corner of his mouth. He licked at it in his coma as his prick pumped his load. Marsha swallowed all his come, then took her mouth off his spent cock and thought what she'd done. She decided it was nice.
In the light of day, Marsha was horrified to find that she was still holding her brother's naked, wet cock. She awoke at ten and for the first time she was glad her brother had drunk so much. She slithered from under him and hurried into the bathroom. She wondered just how much of all this Ernie would recall when he finally woke up.
Maybe none of it, she told herself as she bathed her pussy in the bathtub. Maybe he'll be so hung-over he won't remember a thing. She hoped for that.
CHAPTER TEN
Marsha was in for a series of pleasant surprises. They began the day after she had sucked her brother's cock. He awoke hung over and angry, but he was mad at himself. He stormed out of the bedroom and Marsha, sitting on the sofa watching a soap opera, was startled out of her wits. For a minute she thought he had come charging out of the room to rape her.
But Ernie cursed and mumbled angrily as he moved around the living room, gathering up empty whiskey bottles.
"God damn rot gut!" he swore.
Marsha looked on dazed as her brother filled two sacks with empties, whiskey bottles, wine bottles and beer cans.
Ernie rushed out of the room, carrying the two sacks in his arms. He kicked the kitchen door open and dumped the bags into a trash can. Then he came back into the house and kicked the door closed behind him.
Marsha stared wide-eyed as he came into the living room again. He moved right up to her and knelt down on the floor in front of her and took her hand between his.
"Marsha," he said evenly, looking her right in the eyes, "I'm sorry as hell for what I did last night."
"Ernie..."
"No, let me finish. I was a heel. A rotten bastard. It was the booze, but that's, no excuse for treating you the way I did. I had no right to rape you that way. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me for the rest of your life."
"I could never hate you," Marsha said weakly.
Her brother's sincerity and honesty touched her deeply and made her feel like crying.
"You deserve better treatment than that," Ernie went on as if he hadn't heard her. "Forgive me, will ya? You're sure a pretty girl, no doubt about that. You've got luscious tits and a curvy ass and now I know you've got a super little cunt."
"Ernie..."
"I'm telling it like it is," he said grimly. "I ain't gonna lie to you and tell you I didn't like fucking you. God damnit, I loved it! You got my prick so fucking hard, harder than it's been in ages! I've been drinking too much, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. Now I do. You made me see the light."
"Me?" Marsha squeaked.
"I mean raping you. When I woke up I wanted to die for what I did to you. I'm sorry. But don't get me wrong. Like I said, I ain't sorry I fucked you. I'm just sorry I raped you. I mean, it would have been a dream come true if you had wanted me to fuck you. Then it would have been all right."
Marsha remembered what Arlene Sloan had told her about mutual consent in sex, but she kept her mouth shut about it. But Arlene's wisdom helped her understand her overwrought brother.
"I've got a confession to make, Marsha," he said. "I've been peeking into your room a lot. One night last week, I tip-toed in when you were asleep and I drew the covers down and just stood there looking at your naked body. I wanted to see your tits and pussy because I've been watching you grow up. You know what I mean? I didn't touch you or anything. I just jerked off as I watched your tits rise and fall and saw your cunt twist around when you turned in your sleep. I've been wanting to fuck you."
Marsha swallowed nervously and wished now that he wasn't being so honest. His heated speech was warming her pussy more than she wanted it warmed.
"Last night I guess I went haywire with you. I couldn't help myself. But I learned a lesson from it, I'll tell you that! I'll never touch you again, Sis."
With that, he got to his feet and walked out of the house. A moment later Marsha heard his car drive off. She started breathing again.
It was a pleasant surprise for her indeed. But it was only the first of the day. Two hours later Arlene Sloan arrived, looking good enough to eat in a slinky dress that displayed plenty of her lush, naked tits.
Over coffee, holding Marsha's hand, she said, "I just want you to know that your father is coming along famously. My friends got through to him and he's going to get counseled on alcoholism. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Well, I don't know," Marsha said perplexed.
"Of course you don't," Arlene laughed. "How silly of me. But I've had lots of experience with this sort of thing. Take my word for it, darling, your father won't rape you any more if he sticks to the program."
"Oh," Marsha said.
Arlene reached up and slid Marsha's neckline open and bared her cute, pointed tits.
"He won't abuse these lovely things," she whispered, and touched her gentle fingers to the pink nipples. Marsha caught her breath.
Arlene murmured low and dipped her pretty head. She parted her lips and took a spiking pink nipple into her mouth and gently sucked on it as her slender fingers traveled up between Marsha's quivering thighs.
She pushed gently with her mouth until Marsha stretched herself out on the sofa and surrendered to the lesbian love-making.
Arlene ran her fingertips up and down the girl's sweet cunt-slit, around her pussy-lips and twirled her clit until Marsha was panting hotly.
She lifted her wet mouth from Marsha's thrusting tits and gazed hotly at her furry little cunt. "You have a darling pussy," she murmured, slipping to her knees. "Your father won't hurt it after this, you'll see. He'll be back home in about three months, a new man."
Marsha couldn't believe that. But she also couldn't give it much thought at the moment. Arlene pressed her sexy mouth to Marsha's pussy and started licking her tongue up and down the wet slit.
"Ohhhh, Arlene," the girl moaned.
She stretched her pretty legs wide and fed her hungry little cunt to the loving, caring social worker.
Arlene sucked her to a horny come twice. Then they got into a juicy sixty-nine position and Marsha ate her fill of hot pussy, too. Afterwards, while the girl was still out of her head with luscious feelings of erotic pleasure, Arlene laid on top of her and tit-to-tit and cunt-to-cunt, fucked herself and Marsha to a tremendous come.
Marsha wanted even more, but Arlene kissed her mouth and laughed lightly. "You little vixen," she purred. "You're enough to drive a girl right out of her head. What a horny little cunt you have! No wonder your father wanted to fuck you. If I had a big stiff cock I'd ram it right into you!"
"Please stay and eat me again," Marsha breathed.
"I can't, honey. I really can't. I have a full calendar today. I've been here longer than I should be."
She glanced at the little watch on her slim wrist as she rolled off of Marsha's supple, surrendered body.
Marsha heaved a big sigh of regret as her friend left, and she fingerfucked her cunt for a while, relishing the pleasant after-shocks of the lesbian love-making.
The next day at school, Marsha learned from Sandra Doon that Clint Fields had had a car accident. He had been driving drunk and hit a tree. It was rumored that he'd be crippled for life.
"Too bad," Sandra cooed. "I think he was turning on to you."
"I don't care," Marsha said. "I don't like boys who drink anyway."
"Are you kidding?" her friend tittered. "Everybody drinks!"
"I don't care," Marsha repeated, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. "All I know is no boy who drinks is gonna fuck my cunt."
"Well! How snooty!" Sandra exclaimed, and she walked away.
Marsha didn't care if she never saw Sandra again. She was leading a new, happier life.
More pleasant surprises came her way each and every day when she got home from school and found her brother sober. He quit his night job and went on unemployment. Most of his buddies thought he was nuts, but Marsha understood him when he said, "That job makes me tired and mad, and I want to drink. This way I can relax and quit boozing."
Days passed into weeks and still Ernie never touched a drop. He turned to earlier pursuits, like movies and dancing and artwork. And he kept his hands to himself, although on more than one occasion Marsha caught him peeking at her body.
One day she happened to be going to the bathroom in her nightie when her brother eyed her luscious body with obvious agony. After she went pee, Marsha came out and went over to where he was sitting.
"Thanks for being so nice," she said sweetly, and she meant it. "I know it's hard for you, especially when I'm wearing a little thing like this. I appreciate it that you don't attack me."
"Just go into your room, will you?" Ernie said thickly.
"Sorry," Marsha cooed, and traipsed into her room, her cute ass wiggling, threatening to peek from beneath the shortness of her nightie. Her brother nursed a hard-on and fought down the urge to fuck her.
This was all new to Marsha but when the pleasantness wore off, she was stuck with plain old boredom. She couldn't believe it when, weeks later, she actually wished her brother would at least try to kiss her or something. But Ernie was doing great and sticking to his resolve.
Then came the biggest surprise of all -- her father came home. Not only was he sober and well but he was healthier and heavier, having had good food for three months. He looked like a refined gentleman and Marsha was impressed.
When he arrived, she went to him meekly and slowly pressed her goodies up against him to give him a welcome-home kiss.
"Don't be afraid, Marsha," he said kindly. "I'm not going to hurt you, not any more."
Then, like Ernie, he was all apologies for his past behavior and he vowed never to touch her sexually again. Marsha naturally accepted this news in the spirit it was given, but later, alone in her bedroom, she began to wonder what her new life was going to be like with a father and a brother who weren't going to scare her, chase her, and rape her.
Reality wore heavy on her as time passed. Night after night her father went to his room and her brother went to his. And night after night Marsha had to fingerfuck her own cunt to get off and achieve those special feelings a growing girl really likes.
The situation soon became unbearable. She discovered that she could prance around the house in next to nothing and still her father and brother behaved themselves. She had no doubt about what was in their lewd minds, but they didn't touch her!
To add to Marsha's growing sense of frustration, Arlene Sloan was transferred to another city. Marsha cried for days, heartbroken to have lost such a neat friend -- one who would suck her cunt.
She got over that slowly and went to school every day dutifully, but with increasing disinterest. She didn't date, even though her father assured her she could see anyone she wanted to.
"Marsha, I've been terribly unfair to you," her father said, in his new frame of mind. "From now on if you want to date, feel free. Go with any boys you want to. I don't care how young they are or how old. That's your affair now. If you want to suck cock, go ahead. If you want to get laid, help yourself. You're free now."
This freedom drove the poor girl crazy. She tried dating some boys, but they either drank too much or simply didn't give her the feelings she was craving. It took a lot of reflection on her part, but Marsha finally realized what she truly wanted.
That night, about midnight, she got back up out of bed and padded to her father's room. Ralph was stretched out on his bed, reading a fuck book. He was in his shorts and he had a marvelous hard-on in them. Marsha saw that right away.
"Daddy," she said, moving up to his bed, "aren't you ever going to rape me again?"
"No, honey, never again," he said. "That's in the past."
"But what about your sign?" she said, jerking her thumb at the big cardboard placard on his wall. It said: DO IT SOBER!
"What do you mean?" he wondered aloud. "Well, you told me that you learned to do all the things you like to do -- but sober."
"That's right," he said. "It took me a long time to find out that a man can do anything he wants to, and that he doesn't have to get drunk to do it."
"Well, doesn't that apply to sex, too?" Marsha asked.
"Sure it does, honey," he said. "And I do have sex sober. In fact, I went out with a hooker just the other night and I hope to tell you it was better sober than drunk, I felt so much more."
Marsha's pretty face clouded and she pouted like a spoiled child. "I don't want to hear about any hooker," she sniffled.
"Hey, what's the matter?" her father asked, concerned.
He put his book on the nightstand and gazed at her. Her ripe tits were rising and falling deliciously in her tight little nightie. She wore that same nightie a lot lately. It was short, so low across her jutting tits.
"I have to tell you something," Marsha said seriously. Her seriousness made her look sexy.
"Sure, go ahead, honey."
"I sometimes liked it when you, you know..."
Ralph's mouth fell open. "What are you talking about, Marsha? Are you telling me..."
"Yes! I mean, if you weren't drunk then, it wouldn't have been so bad, would it?"
"Jesus," he groaned.
Her pretty eyes fell to the bulge in his shorts and she whispered, "Daddy, I want to play with your cock."
No words could get out of the man's constricted throat. Just a groan replied to her astounding statement.
Marsha disregarded his discomfort and amazement. She perched her cute ass on the edge of his bed and let her hand drop onto his hard-on. He gasped, but she simply wrapped her fingers around the big bulge and made it bigger. She leaned down on her elbows and studied the bulge with great interest. Then she opened his shorts and freed the violent cock and admired it freely.
"Ohhh, Daddy," she rasped, jerking his prick. "It's really a beautiful cock. I've thought of it a lot lately. You don't mind if I jerk it a little, do you? You know, it wasn't so bad before. It was just the drinking and what it made you do. You were too rough on me. But you've been so nice since you came home that I keep thinking about your prick, all stiff and big like this. I wondered what it would be like to play with it while you're sober."
Her father yielded immediately. He sank down on the bed and stretched his hairy thighs apart. His aching cock throbbed wildly in the air as his daughter's fingers danced up and down the length of it.
"Go ahead and play with it," he groaned, and his eyes closed in a look of strange anguish.
Marsha giggled happily then and snuggled closer to his crotch. Her eyes danced over his cock and nuts as she played with his balls and pumped his cock.
If Ralph thought that was nice, he had another shock coming. The next thing he knew, he felt his daughter's hot breath steaming over his prick. He opened his eyes and saw her licking her lips as if she were hungry.
She glanced up at him and smiled impishly. "Bet you didn't know I like to suck cock," she whispered.
She stuck her little tongue out and twisted her pretty head to one side and licked it up and down the full length of his throbbing dick.
"Marsha," he grunted, pushing his prick upward.
"Daddy!" she whimpered with passion, and took his enormous cockhead into her sweet mouth.
As her dad groaned and writhed on the bed, she sucked him off with a growing sense of fun and pleasure. Pretty soon her head was bobbing up and down in rhythm with her pumping fist and Ralph got the greatest sex-thrill of his life.
She pushed her mouth all the way down on his cock and transferred her hands to his hairy nuts. She teased his balls constantly as she held all of his big cock in her mouth. Every once in a while she lifted her lips just enough so she could lash his fiery cockhead with the saucy tip of her tongue. She knew he liked that.
When he strained upward, as if he were trying to shove his cock down her throat. She squeezed his hot nuts and forced them to eject his thick, hot jism. Wads of goo coursed through his distended cockpipe and shot out of his prick like torpedoes into her hotly sucking mouth. Marsha loved it.
"Jesus Christ," Ralph groaned, watching her lick away the final traces of his jism. "I didn't know you wanted my prick!"
"I didn't either until just the other day. Then I realized that the best sex I ever had was with you -- I mean, with your big cock. You don't have to get drunk to have a nice, big cock. It is nice. You know that, don't you?"
"If you say so, kitten," he grinned.
"I say so," Marsha cooed, and took his prick back into her hot and horny mouth.
"Marsha," her dad breathed as she sucked up and down on him. "What are you trying to do?"
"Get it stiff again," she replied, smiling hotly. "I want to fuck you."
With that desire burning uppermost in her cunt, she sucked his prick expertly, working it with her sexy fingers as she sucked it. And she made it as stiff as ever. Then she giggled and her giggle alone told her father that she was one horny little bitch.
She climbed onto his body laughing. She hiked her nightie way up on her belly and aimed her wet cunt at the throbbing head of his erect dick. He watched fascinated as his daughter deliberately slipped her juicy pussy down onto his rigid fuck-pole.
"Ohhhhh, Daddyyyyyy," she moaned as she felt all of his cock stabbing up into her cunt-hole.
Her head flew back and her eyes closed in rapture. He reached up and mauled her tits for her as she hornily fucked his cock with increasing passion.
Her sweet, cute ass bobbed up and down rapidly as his wet cock slipped in and out of her churning, pumping cunt. Marsha cried out and whimpered and groaned with pleasure as her daddy's prick gave her the feelings she'd been missing.
She fucked faster and faster, bouncing up and down on his rigid cock until finally she screamed, "Ernie! Ernie!"
Her brother came running from his room and burst into his father's room. He saw what was happening on his dad's bed, but he misunderstood.
"You rotten, no-good bastard!" he yelled at his father. He lunged at the man and started to pull Marsha off of his dick.
"No! No!" Marsha squealed, coming wetly on her dad's enormous boner. "He's not raping me! I'm raping him!"
Ernie almost fell over when he heard that. He looked on in amazement until he saw his dad laughing heartily at him.
"It's true, boy," his father chuckled, shoving all of his prick up into his hot daughter's pussy. "She wants my cock."
"I want yours, too!" Marsha shrieked hornily. "Ohhhh, Ernie, fuck my asshole!"
She pressed her tits down into her father's face and offered her asshole to her brother. Ernie stared at the wiggly little thing for a moment before he opened his pajamas and got his cock, out. Then he climbed on the bed and shoved his horny prick up into his little sister's twisting, fucking ass.
Marsha went wild as the two large cocks ravished her cunt and asshole and she knew, even as she had fucked them both, that this was to be just the beginning of a happy, carefree sex life.
As she came wetly, she dreamed hornily of the days and nights ahead with her loving father and caring brother. She giggled senselessly as she fucked faster, knowing that from now on these two studs were going to get a lot of nice tits, juicy cunt and hot ass.
