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.
"Beautiful tits," he mumbled drunkenly. "Tits. Cute tits. Nice… warm… pretty tits."
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.