Marcy felt an apprehensive chill as she cautiously opened the front door. The whole house was in darkness. It was after 11 p.m. She was hoping that her father had passed out from his nightly round of drinking. Her mom didn't get off work until midnight and wouldn't be home for another hour and a half.

Closing the front door quietly behind her, the young girl quickly dashed quietly toward her room. As she opened her bedroom door, a rough, surly voice reverberated throughout the room.

"Where have you been all night?" The words were slurred.

Her father John was sitting on the side of her bed, inside her bedroom, with a glass of booze in his hand.

"At--at cheerleader's practice, dad. Coach had to keep us extra late," the 17-year-old stammered, glancing wildly about the room. She hoped that in his condition that he believed the lie but the look on his face indicated that he didn't.

Marcy was afraid. Since he lost his job nearly two months ago John had been acting more and more meaner and miserable. And strange, too, as he began drinking on a daily basis.

Marcy had become especially concerned during this period because her father had actually begun to ogle her body when her mother wasn't around, and a few times he even touched her body, supposedly by accident, which she didn't believe. Marcy didn't say anything to her mother because there was way too much tension around the house already. She just tried to avoid being alone around her father at all costs.

This week her mom had started working as a waitress and Marcy was becoming more fearful around her father. God help her, but she actually sensed that her father wanted to screw her.

Just tonight Marcy had told her boyfriend Philip of her concern. (Unfortunately, her telling him only seemed to get him aroused at the idea. Which was the reason why she ended up coming home so late. She had been struggling with Phil, warding off his advances).

"I don't believe you," her father said nastily. "Else why's your bra not straight," he asked, as he peered closely at her tight button-down.

Marcy held her breath as John stood up. She hugged her body fearfully as he slowly trudged toward her, a leer upon his lips.

"You think you're so mature, don't ya?" he said. "Ya wanna be grown-up, don't ya?" he challenged.

Then he was swaying in front of his daughter, looking down into her frightened eyes. She wanted to speak but she was too afraid. In the past she saw how mean he could get when he was like this, and Marcy found that the best way to handle him was by saying as little as possible.

"Well, guess what?" he asked grabbing her arms, "If you wanna be mature then I'll make you mature!"

With that he shocked her by grabbing her tighter and pushing and pulling her toward the bed. Then he pushed her down on top of the mattress and she landed in a half-sitting, half-lying position. Suddenly he reached down and put his large hands on her Cardigan and pulled fiercely, tearing it open as the buttons gave way to the force.

"Daddy! No! What are... don't!" she screamed.

She reached to grab and clasp the Cardigan to close it but John swiftly swung his open palm, hitting her hard across the face.

S L A P !!!

"OWWWW," she cried, feeling a burning sensation across her face.

Marcy's mind and body couldn't react fast enough to stop her father's violent onslaught. In her initial fearful confusion he tore off her Cardigan and her bra, which had already been partially ripped off by Philip earlier. Now, in a thrice, John had bent down and eagerly pushed his face into his daughter's full breasts, licking and biting, as Marcy's gasps turned to cries of fear.

"Daddy, don't, please... stop..."

She pushed at his face struggling to get him off, and for her to get up.

S L A P !!!

Another crack across her face and as she reached her hands up to protect herself she felt her father pulling at her tight pink jeans. As she hugged her body, crying, John stripped them down off of her body. She now only had her panties on.

"Don't, please, stop..." She was pleading.

She watched in horror as he stood and unbuckled his belt. At first Marcy thought that he was going to take his belt off from his pants to beat her and her fears worsened. Instead, he dropped his pants.

Her eyes opened wide from fright. Unable to help herself her eyes riveted on her father's immense 9-inch hardness. Now he was naked, from head to toe. He bent again.

"Oh please daddy no... don't..."

Marcy was muttering and cringing in fear as he moved clumsily on top of her, grunting. She felt a surge of panic upon feeling his hairy chest against her breasts. Then his hand was tearing away her panties. The lustful scent of sex had his head reeling. He was totally animal now. He wouldn't, couldn't be deterred.

When John divested his daughter's body from its last piece of clothing, he pushed his hand forcefully between her legs.

"NOOO!!!" she screamed again as she thrashed her young body about.

John slipped his finger into her pussy and it was surprisingly moist and sticky.

"Daddy, NO!"

As he pushed his finger in her wet sopping cunt he pressed roughly at her hymen and Marcy screamed in pain. He immediately withdrew his finger and pushed it directly at her clitoris. His daughter thrashed about under him.

"Ooohh! Ohh! Please dad, please... Leave me! D-d-don't!" she gasped. She was absolutely terrified.

Unheeding, or rather unable to control his lustful needs, John used his knees to spread his daughter's legs open. Her wet pussy dampened his knee. His hands had grabbed hers and held them up on the bed over her shoulders as his body pinned her beneath him. She was totally vulnerable to his incestuous desires.

She was making every effort possible to push her father's body off of hers but this movement only served to heighten his excitement as he managed to position his penis head in front of her pink slit. Then he softly thrust his cock head inside, touching and gently testing the hymen as her moist pussy lips closed around it.

"OHHHHH! Oh... No! Please... dad, daddy please... please don't! Think who, what you're doing... don't, daddy, please... Daddy, it's not right. You're my daddy... it's... Oh, daddy don't, please!"

"It's incest!" he slurred, "Say it... go ahead... it's incest... it's taboo, right?"

Then he quickly answered his own question, "Bullshit! Who says? You? Honey, I'll show you it is right. Daddy's been wanting you for a long time. I'm gonna fuck you baby. I'm gonna fuck my daughter. You been teasin' me for a long time..."

"No... I haven't!" she whispered in shock at his charge.

Marcy began sobbing hysterically and her father's cock again pushed against her virginity.

"Yes you have Marse. But I guarantee, no more, baby. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. You're gonna watch my cock stretch your tight red pussy to the limit."

She felt the pressure of his prick on her hymen. There was a hurt inside her as he continued talking, "I'm gonna squirt all of my hot sperm deep inside you baby. Inside your womb! You're gonna give me a baby!!!"

At these words Marcy screamed, "NOOO!!!" as her father grasped her shoulders and pushed her body deep into the bed.

His tool gyrated wildly just within the entrance to his daughter's pussy. Unable to wait any longer, he pushed forward, shoving his red hot cock up her moist slot, fully parting the labia.

Marcy cried as her father's prick forced its way through her hymen, "Aaah! NOooo! Ohhh!"

She clenched her teeth as the burning sensations seared her insides. She wanted to close her legs to shut him out, to no avail, and without realizing it the girl had wrapped her legs around his.

"Daddy, daddy, stop... momma... she'll... Oh please! Take it out... please... It's... it hurts so much..."

Unheeding, John continued shoving within the entrance, widening it, despite his daughter's further pleadings. With another thrust, he lodged his root all the way into her nest, bumping against her womb, and evidently causing Marcy extreme pain because her cry was a loud, mournful screech.

"AAAIIII OWWWW!!"

Then he began to stroke inside his daughter's tight pussy with his inflamed cock, moving with piston-like smoothness in and out, relishing in the tightness as her velvet pussy squeezed the dear life out of his cock. He felt the wetness generated by his daughter's sexual juices, which her body had involuntarily generated.

She was clutching at him now in an effort to hold him still as tears streamed down her face, "No, oh daddy no... this is wrong. Daddy's... daughters... ," she sobbed. "It's wrong... father's aren't sup-supposed... like you're doing to me... OHH!"

John was pushing in and out of his daughter now, with eager determination.

"Please, s-s-stop it," she whispered in a half-strangled voice.

But alas, she knew it was too late. Her father's cock was doing its work, stretching her pussy to its limit, and even Marcy had become aware that her pussy was soaking. She desperately looked down between their bodies and realized that the glistening wetness that she saw on her father's affair were her sexual juices.

"Oh, Daddy! P-Please, it's... it's not too late," she lied. "Please s-stop now. I w-won't tell M-mommy that you did it. She'll n-never find out that it was you who, er, f-fucked me first. I promise. Please daddy... s-stop please! Don't c-come in me," she pleaded as she felt his thrusts becoming more purposeful.

"Stop... PLEEEEZE!... please don't jerk off you s-sperm inside me. I d-don't want t-to h-have y-your b-baby. O-ohhhhhhhhh!!!"

Unable to prevent what was happening, and unable to stop the sexual stimulation introduced in her pussy by this traumatizing experience, Marcy found her hips undulating wildly under her father's powerful thrusts. She was digging her fingers into his back and much to her mortification she felt herself cumming, as her pussy clenched tightly over her daddy's meat.

John felt her writhing body and her gush of juices onto his cock. He leered wildly at his daughter's embarrassment.

"It's okay Marse... fuck me, fuck your father, c'mon, cum, cum. Fuck me like you were born to... Tighten those pussy muscles around my cock like you did before," he urged as he continued his piston-like movements in and out of his daughter's bloodied and cum-smeared pussy.

As father and daughter began fucking in unison John moved a hand down between them and pushed his fingers in with his pounding pecker. She bucked wildly at the maneuver.

Shortly thereafter, he removed his hand and brought it over her body to her face. Then he slipped his fingers into his daughter's whimpering half-opened mouth, giving her a taste of her own pussy, wet them in her saliva and pulled them out again.