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.