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.