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.