Kinky sex is usually indicative of some basic psychological disturbance. But that does not necessarily mean that there is something wrong with the individual or that the sex act itself is bad. It is solely an indicator of some upsetting influence in the individual's life-which may not be correctable.
This sounds bad. But most people and most psychologists and psychiatrists have personality quirks which are like history maps of their earlier years. It is only when such quirks become harmful to society in general and individuals in particular that it is mandatory that something be done about them. And the public should take into consideration that all the therapy in the world will not do anything for a significant percentage of the population once past puberty. Individuals are formed as children. Reforming adults is harder.
This book is unusual in that it presents two serious sexual quirks: the man who enjoys sex only when he is committing rape and his daughter who discovers she likes to be raped! That one is a permanent condition and the other temporary is literally psychologically true to life. This is the purpose of a novel, to reflect the truths of life in as exaggerated a form as it takes to entertain and teach. Entertain because without entertainment there is no audience; teach because teaching the foibles of humanity, the motivations of people, is the finest entertainment possible.
Reading this book we hope will be an enlightening experience.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Buffy shook with fear of being caught listening at the door, but her curiosity held her to the spot. Mom and Dad were going at it hot and heavy again.
"I spend twelve fucking hours a day in that office!" she heard her father yell. "Just how often do you think I'd get a chance to fuck around?"
"Keep your voice down, Ed," her mother said. "You'll wake the kid. Or the neighbors."
"Fuck the neighbors!" her father yelled again. A slamming sound told her he must have gone into the bathroom. Her parents had their own. Buffy used the one in the hall.
The twelve-year-old pulled her bathrobe more tightly around her small body. The hallway was chilly and the girl had forgotten to put on her slippers. She brushed her red hair away from her face and tried to peek through the tiny crack where they'd forgotten to shut the door all the way. She saw her mother turning down the twin beds, a sad expression on her face in the light from the table lamp.
Her father came out of the bathroom and Buffy's eyes grew large. He was dressed in underwear. Just shorts and nothing lese! Buffy had never seen him like this. She'd seen him in bathing suits, when they went to the beach, but this was something else-more private, somehow. Despite the fact that she was peeking and she knew it was wrong, the sight of her father made her heart beat a little faster.
He crossed the bedroom and picked up a glass on the dresser. It was almost full. Whiskey, Buffy knew. Daddy drank a lot of it lately. He put the glass to his lips and drained half the contents. Then he turned and glared at his wife accusingly.
"Furthermore, I haven't had a piece of tail in two weeks, which you'd know is true if you weren't such a cold bitch!"
Her mother walked over to where he stood and clenched her fists.
"I've heard enough! Do you hear, you cheap, drunken, whoring son of a bitch?"
Buffy's mother slapped her husband across the face, hard enough to be heard all over the house. The glass sailed from his hand and smashed to the floor.
Buffy was really frightened. Not of being caught spying, but scared that the fight would get bad enough for one of her parents to get hurt. She had seen her mother wear a black eye for three days once before.
Her father was a powerful man. His muscles glistened now in the bedroom light, rippling across his hairy bare chest, up through his shoulders, down his thick arms. He caught his wife's hair, long and red like Buffy's, and dragged her, screaming, to her bed. He shoved her roughly down on the mattress with one hand. With the other he yanked the front of her dressing gown open. The thin material tore away as he pulled the garment from her shoulders and arms.
Buffy's mother was still screaming. Her husband smashed his fist into her mouth. Buffy felt sick to her stomach, but something made her continue to watch.
Her mother's body was beautiful even though she was thirty-five. Her breasts were high and full, her skin was as smooth as satin. Her mother was lying and sobbing quietly in the light from the lamp, her skin a golden color, alive and vibrant.
"Yeah, you're a beautiful bitch, all right," Buffy's father said, looking down at his wife. "A man could get right down between your legs and start eating. You have that kind of power over men, don't you?"
"I don't know!" the girl's mother snarled back at him. "I don't think about filthy things like you do!"
"Bullshit, baby, bullshit!"
Buffy's eyes grew wider. Her father was taking off his shorts! He put his thumbs through the elastic waistband of the briefs and yanked them down over his hips. His cock sprang into view, and it was the first time the child had seen it. It was long and thick, and seemed to poke straight out from his belly. Buffy knew about boys, and she had seen a few of them her own age in the shower at school, by accident. But she had never dreamed boys' "things" grew to be this size!
"Suck it," her father said, holding the large shaft in his hand and pushing it out, almost touching his wife's face.
She socked him in the stomach with her fist.
"Get away from me, you filthy animal!"
He caught his wife's hands and pinned her arms behind her back. Then he crawled over her and straddled her thighs. They were both naked, and Buffy was seeing her father and mother about to copulate.
Her father forced her mother's thighs apart with his own and, continuing to pin her arms down with one hand, he used his other hand to guide himself into her.
"Ayyhhh! No! Stop it, goddamn you! You're drunk!"
"Shut your fucking mouth, you bitch! I'm getting my rocks off with you if I have to fucking rape you!"
The little girl watched as her father fucked her mother then. Buffy had heard about these things, and lots of girls at school made jokes about this adult practice, but she never dreamed that it would ever happen right in front of her eyes!
Her father's ass was hairy, and she was fascinated by the sight of his twin cheeks, pumping up and down. The crack was deep, with dark hairs running up inside-
Buffy felt between the vee of her crotch. She wondered if she would ever be able to let a man put something that big inside her. She was sure she'd die if anybody ever tried. Her fingers pressed the material of her robe against her hairless pussy and rubbed back and forth.
"Gaagh!" her mother moaned. "Stop it! You're hurting me!"
"I should hurt you, you goddamn prima donna. You think your precious cunt is too good for me to fuck, don't you?"
He began to slam into her harder. The more she protested, the more brutally he used her pussy. The whiskey and passion had him in an insane grip now, and he couldn't be reasoned with.
"No! I don't think I'm too good for you! But not like this!"
"Bullshit, lady! I've heard that one before!"
The mattress of the bed was beginning to creak and Buffy wondered why her father was so mad. Her mother must have done and said some pretty hateful things. Daddy seemed to be angry most of the time now, and he stayed away from home more and more often.
Buffy's mother made another attempt to free herself from her husband's grasp. She began to twist her body wildly, and once threw him all the way out of her. He slapped his wife again and forced her back into position. The he shoved his cock into her with such force, she seemed to faint. Her legs lay open, splayed obscenely, and he began to pump his penis harder than ever in and out of her gash.
Buffy couldn't explain why the fuck scene in front of her made her crotch feel so warm. Her breathing was coming hard and the vee of her crotch seemed to tighten against her fingers. She slipped her hand inside her robe and felt her own naked cunt. It felt slightly moist, but she knew she didn't have to pee. It was a different feeling, one she had only felt in her sleep when she dreamed about the boys in the showers at school. She began to rub her index finger up and down between the small lips now, and the sensation got warmer and warmer. When she squeezed her legs together, the feeling was almost more than she could bear.
Her father was driving his cock in and out of her mother's cunt with such made a blur in was sobbing without stop, but she had stopped struggling. He let her arms go. Her breasts were heaving up and down. Her face was turned in the opposite direction from where the child watched.
Then her father stopped. He held his hard penis inside his wife's pussy for a moment without moving.
"I don't wanna come yet," he said. "You're gonna know you've been fucked, you hitch! You're gonna be so sore tomorrow you'll have to pee out your ass!"
The woman only sobbed. She couldn't words. Then he began to fuck in and out again in slow, steady thrusts.
Despite the way her father talked, Buffy thought she saw her mother's hips move. As young as she was, she understood this movement. She knew her own hips would be moving if her father was doing the same thing to her. She knew how her fingers were beginning to make her feel. It was the most delightful sensation she'd ever felt. Mother must be to hate it so much? Because father is forcing her to do it?
Buffy slipped her finger inside her cunt as far as if would go. Watching her father's body, she tried to match his movements. He was still going in and out slowly, and she was able to move her finger in time to his thrusts. She was pretending that the finger in her cunt was her father's cock, and each time he pushed his prick into his wife, Buffy pushed her finger all the way to her pussy barrier, making it hurt her the way her mother said fucking hurt. Her legs were getting weak and Buffy leaned against the doorframe, not caring now if her parents saw her with her finger in her twat.
Her father grabbed one of his wife's thighs and held it up. Her knee pressed into one of her large tits. He straddled her crotch and began to hammer hard again, sinking deeper and deeper into her hole, touching places he hadn't yet reached. She was forced onto her side, and Buffy could see the expression on her mother's face more clearly. There was an expression in the eyes that was no longer hatred. Her stare was glassy, almost happy. Her mouth was hanging open a little bit, and Buffy realized her own face must look a little bit this way too. She wished she could have stretched out on a bed to watch. She wanted to be in the same position her mother was in, while she worked another finger inside herself.
"EEEAAYYYHHH!" the man moaned. "I'M FUCKING GONNA SHOOT!"
Suddenly, Buffy's mother's face was alarmed.
"NOT INSIDE ME, YOU BASTARD!"
She began to beat her husband's chest with her fists. She was like a wild woman in her attempt to get away from him. He held her thighs firmly in place and paid no attention to her fists.
"I'll shoot it any fucking place I want!"
"No! No! Stop it! Pull it out! You promised me-!"
"Okay, lady, you asked for it!"
As the child watched, her father yanked his big cock out of his wife. Buffy almost fainted when she saw it. It seemed to have grown to twice the size it was before he started fucking. It was red now, and glistening wet in the light from the table lamp. It throbbed in the air, and the big head was almost purple. The skin looked stretched tight enough to break.
Buffy began to work her fingers in her cunt with lightning speed. She felt something happening in her crotch and she knew she had to let it run its course. It was .a feeling she had never experienced before, but at the moment it seemed to be the most important thing in the world to her. Her thighs were clamping her hand so tightly they almost cut off the circulation.
Climbing over his wife, Buffy's father grabbed her long red hair roughly and forced her head back. She cried out in pain and her mouth shot open. He shoved the throbbing cock into her open mouth and rammed it deeply into her throat.
"Swallow it then, bitch! Drink it!"
Buffy's mother began to choke and gag. The chilled watched the expression on her father's face. She saw his eyes close and his mouth open as though he were in pain.
"GAAAGH! AAEEEYYHH! YEAH! YEAH! AHHHHHHHH-!"
An explosion hit the child's crotch then, and she felt herself grow dizzy with the excitement. Her fingers were tearing at her crotch, but she didn't notice the pain. All she was conscious of was the exquisite thrill of her first orgasm, and she'd have torn herself open gladly if it would have increased her pleasure. She sank back, out of sight, and continued to work her fingers until the sensations subsided. Finally, she pulled her hand away. It was sticky. Her crotch was still on fire and her heart beat so fast that it was difficult to breathe.
Buffy recovered her breath after a moment, and was aware that sounds still came from her parents' bedroom.
"Bastard! Son of a bitch! Lousy, dirty animal!
"Go fuck yourself."
"I'm leaving here tomorrow. I'm going to my sister's. I might not ever come back!"
"Good riddance."
Buffy heard her mother sobbing again. She peeked back inside the room. Her mother was picking up her torn dressing gown from the floor. The sight of the mutilated material sent her into a fresh wave of tears. She threw the robe back onto the floor and rushed into the bathroom.
Buffy's father crossed to the dresser where a half-empty bottle of bourbon still sat. He took a long drink, and then started toward the door.
Buffy's heart almost stopped beating. She didn't have time to run to her bedroom before she was found out. But her father stopped and turned around. He hollered back toward the bathroom while she fled down the hallway and out of sight.
"From now on you'll have reasons to suspect me! From now on, you better hire a detective if you want to know what I'm up to!"
He was answered by loud sobs.
"Ah, fuck off!"
His voice was slurred and he staggered when he walked. He carried the bottle out of the room, down the stairway, and into the living room where he fell, naked, across the sofa. In less than a minute he was snoring, the bottle lying on the carpet next to him.
Buffy waited for fifteen minutes. Then she tiptoed out of her room again. Her parents' room was dark. The door was closed. She went silently down the stairs and found her father asleep. The sight of his naked body made the warmth come back to her crotch, but she turned off the lamp by the sofa and went back upstairs. When she got into bed, she pulled the covers over her head and slept.
CHAPTER TWO
Buffy was up early the next morning. It was Saturday. She heard her father moving around in the hallway and she rushed across her room to the door. When she peeked out, she saw him leaving his bedroom, fully dressed. Her dresser clock said seven o'clock. Without knowing why, she dressed herself in less than a minute and by the time he was downstairs in the kitchen, she was at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to leave the house.
She heard him opening a bottle and pouring a drink. She knew it was whiskey again. He must have decided to skip breakfast. Buffy felt a little hungry, but she knew she didn't have time to eat. Unless her father drove off in the car, she intended to follow him. After all, he'd told her mother that only a detective would know what he was up to. The thought of playing detective excited the little girl.
When he left the front door her hopes were dashed. The girl saw his green car back out of the driveway and pull off down the street.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders. Since she was up and dressed, she decided to take a walk. The sun was shining, and it was a warm morning. She was only wearing a sweater and jeans, but it was enough. She left the house and started in the direction of the park several blocks away from her house.
She saw nobody as she walked. One or two cars passed-that was all. She walked fast, enjoying the exercise, and wished she had called Sharon, her best friend. The two of them could have played around together in the park. There were lots of things to do there. Buffy hesitated and considered going back home and using the telephone. Then she stopped dead in her tracks.
Daddy's green car was parked on the street, a block away from the park entrance! She walked over to it and made doubly sure. Yes, it was his car all right.
Buffy's heart began to beat fast. This must surely be where her father meets his girlfriend! Or-as she had heard her mother say-his mistress! Her curiosity began to burn. She wanted a look at the other woman in her father's life, to see what she looked like, how old she was, what she walked and talked like. Buffy hurried into the park and began her search.
Buffy spotted her father first, and then she saw the woman. Her father was leaning against a big rock smoking. He was about fifteen feet away from the path, and partly hidden by trees. The woman came from the opposite direction, where the path went downhill, on the way to the lake. Buffy knew the park well, and she stationed herself on a little hill across a small meadow. She was hidden from their view by bushes.
The woman looked younger than Mom. About twenty-five. And not as tall. She was wearing a red coat, and her hair was dark. Buffy watched as the woman got nearer and nearer to her father. Then she saw her father look up. He had seen her coming. He quickly put out his cigarette and positioned himself farther back, almost behind the rock.
He's going to surprise her! Buffy thought. They play games just like kids.
The woman turned the little corner in the path at the bottom of the hill. She started to walk past the rock. Then Buffy's father ran out, grabbed her by the arm, and began to drag her off the path. Buffy heard the woman scream. Her heart gave a leap. She looked around, but nobody else seemed to be in the park this morning. Buffy was glad, because a stranger might have thought that her father was actually hurting the woman, that they weren't friends after all, and this wasn't a game.
Buffy ran down the hill and across the meadow. Her father and the woman were out of sight now. They must have gone behind the big rock. She advanced cautiously, not wanting to be heard or found out. She felt like a detective for sure, now.
The firs voice that she heard was the woman's.
Please don't kill me!"
Her father's answer was a low growl.
"Just keep your mouth shut and I won't hurt you. If you yell or make any noise, I'll slit your throat. I have a knife.
"Oh-oh God! Please don't hurt me!"
Buffy heard the woman begin to cry.
"Shut up!" Buffy's father said angrily.
Then there was a scuffling sound. The child crouched low and edged herself around the side of the rock. It was too tall to look over the top.
"Are you-are you going to rape me?" the woman asked.
Rape! It was the second time the child had heard that word since last night. Her father had told her mother: "I'll get my rocks off if I have to rape you!" Or something like that. Buffy was pretty sure what the word meant. It meant making a woman fuck whether she wanted to or not. Buffy still didn't understand what the big objection was.
When Buffy peeked around the corner of the rock there were only a few feet away from her. The woman was on the ground and her coat was laying by her side. She wore a pale brown dress, and the skirt was yanked up around her waist. She had no stockings on, and her white panties had been pulled down around her knees. Her father was kneeling in front of her, his hand buried between her thighs, working his fingers into the thick, dark bush of pubic hair. She was the hairiest woman Buffy had ever seen. Even her father hadn't had this much fur on his belly. And she was beautiful, too, the child thought. Her frightened eyes were large and dark, and her skin was very white and smooth.
"Ugghh!" the woman moaned when her father began to slide several fingers up inside her cunt. He yanked the panties over her feet. She wore high-heeled shoes with straps across the ankles, and he didn't bother taking them off. Buffy thought the woman looked even more naked with her shoes on.
Her father got between the woman's legs then, facing away from the child, and unzipped his pants. Buffy saw the woman's eyes grow wide when he pulled his cock out and showed it to her.
"No!" she whispered pitifully.
"Don't worry about the size, lady. I never saw a cunt yet that couldn't take it. Suck it and get it wet."
"Oh, no! Please!"
"Then it goes in dry."
The woman had second thoughts. She quickly scooted down while Buffy's father moved up and straddled her face. She took the cock in her hands. Buffy could see it now, because her father turned a little bit sideways. It was as big as she had seen it the night before, when he pulled it out of her mother.
The woman on the ground opened her mouth and the man pushed his cock between her lips. Her cheeks began to form hollows as she sucked on his enormous piece of meat, trying to take as much into her mouth as possible. Her sucking sounds were loud, and Buffy was glad there was nobody else in the park.
Buffy's crotch began to have the old feeling again. Hidden where she was, peeking through a crack in the rock, she couldn't be seen unless the two people on the ground made a special point of looking in her direction. She reached for the zipper on the front of her jeans and lowered it slowly. Then she reached inside her jeans. She wasn't wearing panties, and her fingers instantly touched her little bald pussy. Her cunny lips seemed to tense at her touch and her young vagina began to throb. She knew the feelings would be just as good as last night, maybe even better. Without wasting time on preliminaries, Buffy forced two fingers inside her pussy, and then tried to work in a third.
"That's right, suck it!" her father growled at the woman. He was holding her head by her long hair, shoving his pelvis back and forth, and forcing more of his meat into her open mouth. "Get it wet, baby!"
The woman reached out and started to unbuckle his pants. He slapped her hands away.
"Leave my clothes alone. What the fuck are you trying to do, fix it so I can't get out of here in a hurry?"
He yanked his cock out of her mouth and slapped her face. She stifled a cry, and put her hands up to protect herself.
Buffy watched as her father grabbed the woman around the waist and flipped her over like a sack of potatoes. Then he pulled her by the hips until her ass was poking into the air.
He aimed the head of his cock, dripping with spit now, at the woman's softly rounded buttocks. With a shove forward, he buried the head between her ass cheeks, deeply inside the crack. His cock stopped abruptly, and he began to probe harder. Then the woman screamed.
"NO! NOT THAT WAY! AGGGGHHHH! YOU'LL KILL ME!"
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
"I'm lookin' for something tighter than pussy that, he rammed brutally forward and shattered her fuck barrier. She screamed louder than ever, and he pushed her face into the ground to stifle the noise.
Buffy suddenly realized what her father was doing. He was fucking the woman in her ass! The girl couldn't imagine how this would feel, but she guessed it must hurt an awful lot. Especially with a cock as big as Daddy's. She ran her hand deeper into the fly of her jeans, under the lips of her vagina, and probed her little puckered asshole. The tip of her finger seemed too large, even, to be inserted with any comfort. She decided her father must like killing the woman for sure. But there was something awfully exciting about it! Her young pussy seemed to catch on fire, and she returned to fingering it.
"UUUUGGHHH!!" the woman moaned. The man slapped her roughly on one buttock. Then he grabbed her hips tightly and started to fuck in and out of her ass with renewed force. He was pushing her breasts and shoulders roughly into the ground, and her knees were being scraped against twigs and rocks.
Finally, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back again. Without a word, he lined up his cock and sank it deeply into her pussy.
Buffy wished her father had taken off his trousers. His suit coat lay on the ground, but he was still too covered up for her to get a clear picture of the fucking he was giving the woman. She wanted to see his cock clearly, going in and out of the cunt, the way she had been able to do last night when he fucked Mom.
Just then the woman did a surprising thing. She stared straight up into his eyes, and a smile crept across her face.
"What's the matter with you, you fucking sissy?" she said softly, "don't you know how to fuck? You call what you're doing fucking? You're all cock, and you don't even know how to use it!"
"What?" The man was shocked.
"FUCK ME! GODDAMN IT, FUCK, YOU HORSE-DICKED PRICK! RAM ME HARDER! LET ME KNOW I HAVE A COCK IN THERE!"
Buffy was just as surprised as her father was. She watched the woman's legs fly up and lock themselves across her father's back. Then her pelvis began to smack up into him on each thrust.
"That's better," she moaned, "now fuck the shit out of me!"
Buffy's father started fucking hard, harder than he had last night. The girl felt another climax rushing into her crotch, and she began to tear at her cunt hysterically, trying to force four fingers up inside herself. She knew that this was going to be even better than before. Her mouth filled with saliva, and she was tempted to rush into the scene and pull her father off the woman. She wanted to suck her daddy's cock the way the woman had. She wanted to beg him to fuck her like he was fucking this stranger. Her breathing came hard and she masturbated herself in a blind frenzy.
The woman grabbed his ass through the material of his trousers, encouraging him to fuck deeper and faster. She was in control of what they were doing now. She had taken the initiative.
"AGGGH! EEGGHH! UHHHH! YEAH! YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT!"
He was pumping into her like a piston. His breathing came so hard it sounded like little sobs. And then he let out a howl that pierced the empty park air.
"AAAEEEYYHHH! OH, FUCKING SHIT, HERE IT COMES!"
"NOW! OH, YES, NOW! LET'S COME TOGETHER!"
Both their bodies began to thrash around, and it was hard to tell who was actually fucking and who was getting fucked. Their voices grew in pitch and volume until they announced their orgasms simultaneously. Then after an agonizingly long climax, his body fell heavily across hers.
Buffy's fingers continued to work in her cunt. She was almost there, and she wanted to cry out the way her father and the woman had done. It wasn't fair, she thought, that she always had to keep her own delicious passion wrapped in silence. But, except for a small choking sound that neither of the other two heard, she dared not make any noise when the shattering climax ripped up through her young body, tingling like crazy.
She leaned against the rock heavily, working her hand in her crotch until the feeling went away. All that was left was a tingle when she brought her fingers out of her fly and wiped them on the denim material of her jeans. Then she heard the woman speak.
"Get off me now, you fucking pig, or I'll call the police!"
Her father, seeming to realize for the first time what he'd done, jumped to his feet and zipped up his fly. Then he grabbed his jacket and came tearing around the side of the rock. He shot past the little girl so fast he didn't see her. Buffy's heart skipped a beat. She waited until she saw him disappear around the bend in the path, then she fled in another direction. The woman, who was straightening her clothes, saw her.
"Hey, you! What the hell-!"
Buffy ran and ran, up the hill, down the other side, past the entrance to the zoo, deeper and deeper into the woods. She stopped when her lungs felt like they would burst for lack of air. She sat on the ground and recovered her breath, sure now that the woman would not be chasing her.
She sat for a long time, thinking about what she'd just seen. And what she saw last night. She knew it would be impossible for her to get her father to do those things to her. And yet, she thought, nothing would satisfy her newly-aroused curiosity except a long, thick piece of meat forcing itself up inside her. She cursed her wished she could find a way to end it.
Her pussy was still tingling from the masturbation it had received. Tingling and sore.
But hungry.
CHAPTER THREE
The young man thought he was the only person in the park at that time of morning. It was too early to start job interviews, but he hadn't been able to sleep either. He sat on the bench near the entrance to the zoo, watching squirrels climb trees.
When the girl came into view, he wandered what she was doing all alone. A kid that age usually is with an adult, or a bunch of other kids. She couldn't have been more than twelve. Thirteen at the most.
He watched her walking slowly along the path, her long red hair falling down almost to the middle of her back. She was tall for her age, if he was guessing her age right. And she was already showing signs of filling out her sweater and blue jeans. A real fox. He would have liked to check her out in about five years.
The child was getting closer now, and he thought he noticed her staring at him quite hard. Maybe she thought he was someone she knew. He wasn't. He had only arrived in town the day before, and he hadn't made any mends.
She was almost in front of him now, walking more and more slowly. If she'd been an older girl, he'd have sworn she was trying to pick him up. She kept glancing over at him. Now she stopped, walked off the path a few yards, and seemed to be looking at the squirrels. He watched her from the back, and noticed the fullness of her little rump. Yes, she was definitely filling out the jeans in a way that suggested an older girl, but still there was something about her that was immature. He continued to watch her, fascinated, and his leg automatically lifted itself and placed itself on the bench. His other leg was stretched straight out in front of him, and he knew the position pulled his chino pants tightly across his crotch, outlining his cock and balls. He didn't know why he did this, but it was one of those sunny, horny mornings, and he was amused to see what would happen.
In a couple of minutes the girl turned around and walked over to him. The look on her face was still curious. She seemed to be appraising him. He smiled and winked at her.
"Hi," he said. "Out walking all alone?"
Buffy smiled back. She was feeling calmer now that she had caught her breath from her long run. She'd started to turn back in the direction she came from when she saw this man sitting all alone on a bench. She wondered how many men came into the park in the early morning with the idea of doing what her father had done. The thought brought her to her present location. "Yes," she answered. "I'm all alone."
"You come here all the time by yourself? This early in the morning?"
"No," Buffy answered, taking a good look at him and noticing his handsome face. "I don't come here all the time. But this morning I felt sort of-lonely." Her eyes trailed down to his crotch, and her mouth almost fell open. There was a bulge there the size of a grapefruit!
He noticed her stare, and he reached down and gave his cock and balls a little squeeze, looking unconcerned at the same time.
"Yeah, well, a pretty little girl like you could get into trouble in a park all by herself."
Buffy smiled an even broader grin. She sat down on the bench next to him.
"What kind of trouble?"
"Well, like meeting a man who might try to take advantage of you. You know, sort of-molest you."
Buffy almost burst out laughing. If he only knew what was going on in her mind at that moment!
"You mean like rape? Hah, I know all about that!"
The young man was dumfounded. This had to be the strangest kid he'd ever met. But at the same time, his cock twitched.
"You know all about rape?
"Sure. I've even seen a woman get raped."
"Shit, what're you trying to hand me, kid? You don't even know the meaning of that word. Not at your age!"
"That's what you think!" Buffy was getting angry. "I know what I'm talking about. I know how some women fight and scratch and scream. But the woman I saw ended up liking it. She started asking for it, too. It was the most exciting thing I ever saw!"
The young man's eyes narrowed, and he took a better look at the girl. There was something about her face, and the expression in her eyes. He had had plenty of experience with women of every age, and if this one wasn't in heat, he'd turn in his trophy.
"Hey, kid, don't tell me you'd like to have that happen to you?"
Buffy shrugged her shoulders. "I'd like to see what it was like, that's all. If I didn't like it, I'd want to stop."
The young man rose and stood in front of her. His cock was pressed tightly against the material of his trousers, and it was hanging halfway down his thigh. He quickly glanced around and took stock of the situation. There was a large clump of bushes about twenty yards away, slightly up the hill and off the path. He knew they couldn't be seen there, and apparently he didn't have to worry about noise.
"Come on, then. I'll show you everything I know."
Buffy's eyes grew large.
"REALLY?"
"That's what I said." He walked in the direction of the bushes, then stopped and turned around. "Come on!"
The child waited until he disappeared behind the bushes, then she glanced quickly around and followed him. When she reached the high branches and weeds, she made her way into the center, out of sight from the outside world. He was standing there, his trousers pulled down around his ankles, pulling on his meat. Buffy stared at the cock with approval. It was almost as big as Daddy's, and it was every bit as pretty. She longed to touch it now, and actually feel what these wonderful things were like.
"Come here kid, and take your jeans off. Fair is fair."
Buffy shucked off her sneakers and quickly shimmied out of her jeans. The man seemed excited by the fact that she didn't wear underwear. He looked appreciatively at the young snatch.
"Shit, kid, that makes my mouth water. Oww, shit, get over here!" He dropped to his knees, and Buffy walked over and stood directly in front of him. He placed one hand on each of her asscheeks, and pulled her crotch roughly into his face. The first thing she felt was chin whiskers, and they scratched. Then she felt something hot and warm and wet. It must have been his tongue. And it was sliding right between the lips of her bald little pussy!
"Hmmmmm-!" he moaned, and pulled her to him with such force she almost lost her balance. She grabbed hold of his head to steady herself.
Slowly, the young man brought Buffy down to the ground and laid her back in the grass. He buried his head between her thighs and continued to lick up and down the smooth lips of the pre-pubescent pussy in long, hard strokes. He found the nubbin that was the beginning of her clit and began teasing it with his mouth, biting gently around the sides with his teeth and letting the end of his tongue tickle the tip. The girl clutched his hair so hard it brought tears to his eyes. She forced his head more firmly between her legs and pressed with her thighs at the same time.
"Oh! Oh, yesssssss-! Oh, yes, do that to me! Oh, how wonderful! What are you doing? Ahhhhhh-!"
Her pelvis began to grind against his face, and he held her asscheeks more firmly, trying to hold her still so he could work his tongue deeper inside her. The fresh young taste of her virgin cunt was driving him crazy, and his dick was throbbing in front of him. threatening to explode. With great concentration he fought down his near-climax.
His tongue forced its way between the hairless lips of her pussy then, and he tasted the warm wet flesh inside, tasted the remains of her recent orgasm, and wondered how such a young girl could have such womanly smells. He put his whole mouth over her hole and began stabbing in with his tongue, at the same time sucking the hole and forcing it to open wider and wider.
"GAAAAAGHHH!" Buffy cried, "AHHHHH, KEEP THAT UP! YOU'RE MAKING ME EXPLODE AGAIN!"
He could tell from her choice of words that she wasn't as experienced as she pretended to be, and yet she was one of the hottest females he'd ever encountered. He wanted to fall asleep with his tongue in her cunt, to wake up licking and sucking it like he was doing now. He began to make loud sucking and munching sounds between her thighs and his voice echoed inside her like a vibrator. Stars shot off in her head like Roman candles, and she began to buck her thin hips wildly.
"OOOOOWWWWW! YES! SUCK ME! EAT ME! MY FATHER SAID HE WANTED TO DO THIS TO MY MOTHER! OWWWWW!"
He paid very little attention to her words, so involved was he in the tastes and smells of her crotch. He pulled his tongue out of her and began to lick up and down the lips again, making them wet and dripping from his saliva. Then he pushed her legs back and ran his tongue all the way to her tight puckered hole. He licked around the rim for a moment and then let himself probe inside until the child acted like she was getting hysterical.
"GGAAAGGHHHHH" Buffy began to pull his hair out by the roots.
Suddenly he broke away. Sitting back on the grass, he yanked his trousers over his feet. Then he crawled over Buffy and dangled his big cock just inches above her face. She looked up and saw heavy, muscular thighs covered with golden brown hair. His balls were enormous, and she couldn't remember getting a good look at her Daddy's. The cock had a little drop of clear fluid running out of the tip. Buffy was fascinated.
"Kid," the young man panted, "I don't know where the hell you came from, but you take the cake. Now, suck on my cock for a minute."
"Put your finger in my pussy!" Buffy almost shouted.
He reached down and ran his index finger along the wet lips. Then he probed between them and slid inside to the first knuckle. His finger felt rougher to the girl than her own.
"Ouch! Be careful! I'm still a virgin!"
"A virgin?" He was amazed. But why should he be? He should have realized she would be, at her age. But then he'd never met a virgin who seemed to be so aggressive about sex before.
Buffy brought her mouth over the head of his cock.
"Oh, yeah, kid. That's right. Lick the end clean. Get that juice out of it. Can you taste it, kid? You like that little drop of cum in your mouth? Swallow it down. That's right! Now take more of my cock in your mouth and just suck on it, Owww, don't bite! Ahhh, that's it! That's it! Owww, you're a natural-born cocksucker! You know that?"
His words made her hotter and hotter. She felt like a grown woman now, with this man saying such intimate things to her. She began to squeeze his finger between her thighs and rub her pelvis up against his probing hand. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she possible could, and allowed several more inches of his fat cock to push into the back of her mouth. When it started to go down her throat, she thought she'd choke.
"GUGH!" she said in a strangled voice. He pulled back and allowed her to take a gulp of air into her gullet. Then he began to fuck slowly in and out of the small young mouth, and she went back sucking him as expertly as she could manage on the first try.
He shifted his body around. Still crouching over her face, he lowered his mouth to her bald snatch once more. With his tongue he explored her wet cuntlips, and he let his finger trail back to her hole. When he felt the time was right, he buried as much of his finger into her rectum as he could. Buffy almost screamed with lust, but she kept sucking.
Buffy knew now how Daddy had made the woman feel when he fucked her in such a strange place. She knew how his cock must have felt, and she wished she had a cock there now, instead of just a finger. She had never dreamed that pain could make her feel so good, so hot and excited. Her heart was hammering inside her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. Still, she sucked him for all she was worth, and wrapped her legs around his head while his tongue continued to lick her out.
"Play with my ass!" the young man said, taking his mouth away from her snatch for a few seconds.
She ran her hand between his thighs, and gave his ball sac a squeeze. He grunted, and she realized she might have squeezed them too hard. She was getting her first real lesson in male anatomy. Then she pushed her small hand back into the crack of his furry ass and sought out his puckered anal ring. When she found it, she probed in hard, the way he had done to her.
"AAAGGGHHHH!" he shouted, and suddenly her mouth was flooded with hot, thick, sticky cum. "SWALLOW IT, DAMMIT! SWALLOW IT ALL DOWN!"
Buffy had seen her father do this to her mother, and her mother had swallowed it all. It couldn't be too bad, she decided. It wasn't. She swallowed as fast as it shot into her mouth, and she found that the taste wasn't bad. There was very little taste at all, as a matter of fact. She continued to swallow while he ate her pussy lazily. He seemed to lose interest in bringing her to her own climax. She pulled her mouth away from his cock.
"Put it inside me now! I have to get my cherry busted!"
She had learned the expression from Sharon, and she was glad for the chance to use it.
Suddenly, he sat up and looked at her. He shook his head back and forth furiously.
"Not on your life, kid. Any doctor ever examine you, all he's gonna find is my teeth marks. I ain't going to prison for fucking anybody your age!"
He jumped up and started pulling his trousers back on.
"Wait!" Buffy shouted at him. "You have to do it to me! That's why I let you pick my up, so you'd do it to me! You don't understand! I have to have it!"
"Kid, you're strictly nutty if you think I'm gonna fuck you! I take chances, sure, but I ain't lookin' to spend the rest of my life behind bars. See ya around!
He disappeared through the bushes like a flash. Buffy quickly pulled on her jeans and when she stood up, he was gone.
She made her way back to the path, fighting off tears of anger and frustration. She felt that she had missed the one chance of her life to find out what it was like to have a cock up between her legs-"busting her cherry," as Sharon had said.
And yet, even as she cursed the man for not giving her what she asked for, she knew how much more exciting, even, it would have been if he'd held her down and forced himself into her.
The way Daddy did it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Martha Malone finished writing Buffy a note and tacked it to the little bulletin board in the kitchen.
"Buffy-Mama's going away for a week or two. Daddy will see you have school money and anything else you need. Mrs. Higgins will cook except for leftover nights. Love, Mama."
There was a knock on the kitchen door, and Martha looked out and saw Ralph on the other side of the glass.
"Shit!" she cursed under her breath. Just when she was anxious to get away in a hurry, before Ed came back home.
"Hi, Martha. Ed home? I don't see his car."
Ralph was Ed's best friend, and he lived three houses away, down the street.
"Cut out before dawn again, Ralph. Come in and have some coffee. I'm just getting ready to leave."
"Where you going?" The man walked to the refrigerator and took out a beer, ignoring the coffee offer.
"To visit my sister. I-I find things just a little hard to take at this moment."
"His drinking?" Ralph asked, popping the beer can.
"Partly. I think you could run him a close race, though. Honestly, Ralph, how does Sally put up with it?"
"Oh, come off it, Martha. I give Sally what she wants. That's the important thing."
"You men! You all think you're God's gift to the human race."
She started to walk past him, but he caught her arm and held it tightly through the filmy material of her negligee.
"I never knew you were a man-hater, Martha. I always thought you had a healthy appreciation for the finer things in life."
"Finer things. That's a laugh!"
"Is it?"
Ralph's breath smelled of alcohol, and he pulled her close to him. For some reason, she didn't object to the smell like she did when her husband drank. Ralph was a different sort of man.
"What about one for the road, Martha?"
"What are you talking about?" She knew, and she was excited. Ed had left her unsatisfied and humiliated the night before.
"You know what I'm talking about, Martha."
He reached under her negligee and cupped one of her large breasts. The nipple was already hard-a dead giveaway.
"Stop it, Ed. I have to finish packing. I'm catching the ten o'clock train."
He pulled her even closer. She had been in his arms before, but not often. Only when things got really bad with Ed-
Ralph set the beer can down on the kitchen bar. He reached around and began to massage the cheeks of her ass through the negligee. Her breasts started to heave, and he knew the battle was won.
"Oh-Ralph-! What are you doing to me?"
She leaned heavily against him. He was as tall as her husband, and his body was just as muscular, just as athletic. Although both men had begun to let themselves go, they were still attractive in a strictly masculine way. And Martha liked masculine men. Ralph's hair was red like hers and Buffy's, and he looked more like her daughter's father than Ed did. Ed had even made a couple of nasty remarks that were ridiculous. She had never even slept with Ralph before Buffy was born.
He kissed her then, and leaned her so far back that she lost her balance and fell into his arms. Then he took the advantage to lower her to the tiled floor.
"No, Ralph! Not here! Not on the floor!"
He was already removing his trousers. Martha lay back against the cold floor and watched. His body had always excited her. His legs were heavy and covered with fine red hair and freckles. A patch of red framed his cock that looked like a forest fire. And the cock was fat and long, with an uncircumcised head that half covered the glans. His balls were fat too, and perfectly shaped.
"Darling," she whispered up at him, "your body is beautiful."
Ralph winked at her. Then he squatted down and began to undo her negligee. She let him remove it with no protest. The floor felt cold to both of them, but they didn't seem to mind.
He lay down next to her for a moment, stroking her breasts and blowing kisses over her face and through her hair. Then he rolled on top, and she spread her legs to let him in.
"Yesssss! Yes, darling! Fuck me! Oh, Ralph, I need it today so badly. More than I've ever needed it in my life!"
She felt him slide his hand between her thighs and push a finger up between her hair-covered lips.
"Christ, you're already wet!" he breathed huskily.
"I'm melting inside, darling. Oh, don't tease, Ralph. Go into me now. Please! I can't wait another second!"
He lined up the head of his cock and began to rub it up and down her cunt lips. The pussy hairs were already glistening with moisture, matting down into the crevice. Finally, he shoved and drove his cock deeply inside her throbbing pussy.
Martha's legs shot up and she locked her ankles over his buttocks, driving her heels into his furry crack. She pressed one heel into his asshole and began to rub it back and forth. The man started to groan.
His cock began a steady, in-and-out movement now. When he was all the way inside, he gave an extra grind, pushing all the way up against her back wall.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Please! My clit! Get my clit!"
He reached down and found the little man in the boat. He began to pinch it and squeeze it, fucking slowly in and out of the wet cavern at the same time. In a moment, the woman was going crazy.
"Faster, darling! Kill me with that cock! Oh, darling, it's so goooood!" She began to buck her hips up to meet his thrusts, but his movements got too fast for her to match, and in a moment he seemed to be fucking her all the way through the linoleum tile.
Her ass was making banging sounds on the floor, and his balls began smacking her buttocks loudly.
"Gaagh!" she grunted. "Harder! Harder, Ralph! Oh, shit, fuck the life out of me!"
He grabbed her buttocks then and lifted them a foot off the floor, forcing her to crawl her legs farther back until her feet touched his neck. He held her that way, and began to fuck in deeper thrusts, using his cock like a skewer. Martha's head began to turn from side to side and she was mumbling incoherent little words under her breath.
At that moment, Buffy came through the front door. She walked to the kitchen for a glass of milk, really missing her breakfast now, and stopped just inside the doorway. She stared at Ralph and her mother on the floor.
Ralph lubricated a finger with the juices that were oozing from the woman's overheated pussy and, reaching down under his swinging balls, he began to worm it up inside her asshole. Her eyes shot open and a look of ecstasy spread over her face.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me with your finger too! Fuck me with all your fingers! Ahhhhhh-!!"
He inserted another finger in her rectum and pushed all the way. At the same time he continued to hold her ass up with his other hand, and his cock began ramming into her brutally. He was slamming her pussy now without mercy, and she was moving an inch at a time across the floor with each stab.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders and left the kitchen. They hadn't seen her, and she saw no reason to stay around until they did. Still feeling hungry, she walked up the stairs to her room. She sat on her bed, thinking about what she'd just seen. She knew Ralph very well, but she didn't realize her mother and Ralph did these things together. Somehow, it didn't seem fair that her mother accused her father of being with other women, when she herself fucked with other men. The child was confused. And she was doubly confused by the memory of Ralph's big cock going in and out of Mama's pussy, Buffy put her hand between her legs and stretched out on the bed.
In the kitchen, the noises were getting louder.
"Oh, Ralph, fuck my pussy off! I want your cock to go all the way in my belly! Oh, darling, ball me as hard as you can!"
"I'm balling you as hard as I can!" the man panted, almost gasping for breath. "I'm fucking you a new cunt hole, you fucking hot bitch!"
He leaned all his weight against her breasts, grabbed her tightly around her upturned thighs, and began to hammer into her like a piston. Her hands reached back and gripped the cheeks of his ass, pulling and yanking on them.
"Oh, yes, I can feel you all the way inside me, now. Oh. darlingggggg-!"
Suddenly, he yanked out. She became hysterical.
"Put it back! Put it back in me! Oh God, don't stop now!"
"Doggie style," he panted back at her. "Get on your knees!"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried, quickly getting into the position he wanted. She poked her rump high into the air at him.
"Put it back! Oh, please, put it back!"
"Bark for it, bitch!"
"W-what?"
"I said bark for it, like a good little doggie bitch!"
Martha felt ashamed and humiliated. And yet, her cunt was driving her out of her mind. If she didn't get it filled again, she knew she'd die.
"Arf!" she barked.
She felt the head of his cock begin to press into her vagina from the rear. Her stomach turned to molten lava and she began to groan in passion. Ralph leaned down and put his mouth close to her ear.
"Grrrrrrrrr-!"
The animal sound sent shivers through her spine. She was breathing heavily with the excitement of the moment.
"Arf! Arf! Arf!"
"GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!"
Then his cock was shoved all the way, deeper than he'd ever been inside her before, and he began to hammer his cock brutally into the gaping, clutching pussy. The walls of her cunt seemed to be doing a slithery massage, clutching and grasping, then letting go and gripping another part. He felt like snakes were twisting themselves around his shaft. Wet, slippery boa constrictors.
"Shit, baby, this old hound is gonna pop his nuts!"
"Ahhhhh! Wait for me! Wait for your little red poodle to catch up!"
He grabbed the lovely round cheeks of her ass and began to shake them like two mounds of white jelly.
"Hurry it up, woman! I'm almost there! Owwww, that's right, grab my cock with that fucking hot pussy of yours! Yeah, that's right, bitch! Milk the cream out of that big dick! Yeah, use that cunt on me! Owwwwww, shhhiiittttt-!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she hollered. Her orgasm was rising up over her like a giant wave, and she knew in a moment it would crash down and pull her under, under, under-
Suddenly the wave fell, and Martha screamed. Ralph slapped his hand over her mouth while he continued to fuck himself to a giant climax.
Buffy could hear the voices clearly in her room. She had been listening to the sounds with her door open, wondering what they were doing at the moment. Her jeans were pushed down over her round little ass, and both her hands were buried in her crotch, fighting with each other for the little hole.
Ralph began to shoot torrents of thick juice into the woman's grabbing cunt. He knew he was filling her up because a few globs oozed back down, soaking the base of his deflating cock. He watched and continued to fuck slowly, waiting until the clasping contractions stopped before he pulled out. Martha had the hottest cunt he'd ever fucked. If his wife was this passionate, he'd never leave the house. But Sally-nice woman, but cold. Not like most blondes. Not like the little switchboard operator he'd met in Topeka.
Finally, she seemed to have ridden out the storm. He let his cock slip out between the pink lips of the woman's well-fucked cunt. It was dripping. He got up, walked to the paper towel rack, and pulled off a sheet.
"Need a towel?" he asked Martha while he wiped himself.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said, smiling at him. "And I really do have to catch a ten o'clock train."
"Need a lift to the station?"
"No. I'll take my own car. I'll tip the man to bring it back here later."
Ralph was pulling his jockey briefs on.
"I'll run along, then. Have a good visit. Keep it warm for me, you hear?"
Martha laughed as she stood up and retrieved her negligee.
"Any time could be the last. Remember that, Ralph."
He laughed too.
"Not so long as the troubles continue between you and Ed. And it doesn't look like they'll be over any time soon."
"You're a bastard. You're hoping I stay frustrated!"
"I'm only human."
"Get out of here. And call me when I come back." She blew him a kiss. He blew one back, checked his clothing to make sure he looked presentable, and left through the kitchen door.
Martha went upstairs to her bedroom, walked into the shower, and turned the tap on as hot as she could stand it.
Buffy lay in bed almost totally exhausted. The sounds of the fucking downstairs had brought her to another orgasm. She had listened to everything, and felt like she'd been there, watching. She almost imagined she could smell the smells- Her mother finished showering and dressing. Then she left. Buffy went downstairs and saw the note. So she'd be alone with Daddy for a while, would she?
She fixed herself a glass of milk and a sandwich.
Halfway through her meal, the idea occurred to her!
She quickly rinsed her dishes and put them in the rack to dry. Then she ran upstairs to her parents' bedroom. A little rummaging around produced everything she'd need.
A brown wig her mother seldom wore. An old raincoat that had been pushed into the farthest end of the closet. Some gold sandals. Makeup. A scarf. A little jewelry.
Buffy put these treasures carefully away in her closet. Then she went downstairs again and began to fix leftovers for lunch. Maybe Daddy would be home and maybe he wouldn't. It didn't matter.
Buffy knew she and Daddy would be seeing quite a bit of each other.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Sunday morning. Buffy had spoken very little to her father the night before. He hadn't come home for lunch, and during dinner he seemed tired, sleepy. Mrs. Higgins finished cleaning up and left early to go home. Buffy's father went to his room shortly after that, and didn't come back downstairs to watch TV. Buffy went to bed early, too, and set her alarm for six o'clock.
She trembled with excitement when she dressed in her mother's things. After a generous supply of makeup had been applied to her face and the wig was put on her head and combed, the transformation was uncanny. She didn't look like her mother, of course, but she did look like an adult woman. At least, if you didn't look too close.
On schedule, she heard her father get up and dress. She knew he'd had a lot to drink the night before, and now she heard him go to the kitchen and pour another one. He was earlier than usual this morning, and she kept her ear glued to her bedroom door until the sound of the front door closing reached her. Then she sprinted down the stairs and looked out the front windows.
His green car drove away up the street, in the direction of the park.
Buffy raced out of the house as soon as the coast was clear. She took off on the double, only this time she didn't go into the main park entrance. She took a few shortcuts she knew and stationed herself on the little hill across the small meadow from the path that led down the hill. She waited.
In minutes she saw her father walk slowly down the path. He was looking around, and the park seemed to be completely empty. Buffy backtracked, skirted the meadow, and joined the path a hundred yards behind him. She figured he'd probably stop at the rock again. She was right.
She had a few minutes to practice her walk, and by the time she was in sight of him, her hips were swaying seductively under the raincoat. She'd had trouble on the high heels at first, but she managed to master them in no time at all.
Her heart felt ready to burst when she approached him. He stood, watching, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He was surprised and delighted with his good luck. The woman was small, thin, but definitely good looking. And the way she walked-well, she certainly knew what her cunt was there for.
He walked over to the path as she approached.
"Hi. Would you happen to know what time it is?"
Buffy forced her voice deeper. She looked directly into his face, and she could tell that he didn't recognize her. The makeup job included false eyelashes, and she didn't even recognize herself in the mirror-
"No, I don't have a watch," she said. His approach was so corny, she couldn't believe it. Still she was breathless with excitement. "Now get out of my way and let me pass."
When she started to move around him, he grabbed her arm, like she knew he would.
"Not so fast, lady. I haven't finished talking to you!"
She tried to pull away, the way she knew he'd expect her to do, but he held her firmly.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"
It happened the way she imagined it would. He began to roughly pull her off the path, toward the rock-
She didn't want to scream, for fear that somebody might be nearby, but she knew she would have to do something to show her protest, or he might become suspicious.
"What're you doing? Let go of me! Let go, I said! Get your hands off me! I'll scream if you don't let go of me!"
"If you scream you might end up getting your throat cut," he replied roughly, still dragging her. Her body was light, and he managed with no difficulty, despite the fact that she tried to pull away several times.
When they were behind the rock, he pushed her to the ground and, crouching over her, he yanked off her coat and tossed it aside. Buffy covered her face with her hands and pretended to sob. She felt him pulling up her skirt. She hoped he didn't recognize it. It was a skirt her mother had given her. Too small for Martha. Also, her mother's garter belt and stockings. But these items held little personality of their own. All women bought and wore the same brands.
While she pretended to sob, she peeked through her fingers at her father. He was yanking down his zipper and pulling out his cock. She wished he'd take his pants down. She wanted a feel of his ass. She wanted to see his big balls and the hair on his belly.
"Please! Please don't kill me!" she whispered tearfully, the way the woman had done yesterday. It seemed to work. He believed she was genuinely frightened.
"Just keep your mouth shut, and I won't kill you!" he snarled down at her. Then she saw his cock. It was bloated with passion, and it looked even bigger at such close range. For a moment, the child was actually scared. Perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew. Getting rid of her tiresome virginity was one thing, but he could injure her too. Well, she decided, it was too late to worry about that.
He yanked her legs apart roughly and positioned himself on top of her. Her pussy was shaved! There wasn't a trace a hair. In fact, the woman's body looked small and underdeveloped, but still, the skin was beautifully white and smooth, and the thighs had a curvy softness. He hesitated for a moment with his cock just touching the lips of her cunt.
"You want to suck me until I'm wet, lady? It's your cunt that's gonna get plowed."
"OH, YES!" the child almost shouted. Then she thought she had perhaps shown too much enthusiasm. "I mean, please don't fuck me dry. I'm a virgin."
"A WHAT?" The man looked at her in disbelief. She still covered half her face with her arm. There was something familiar about her face, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen her. One thing for sure, it wasn't anybody he knew very well, and he was sure she didn't know who he was.
"Y-yes," she replied. "I'm a virgin, so please take it easy. I don't want to die!" She pretended to sob again.
"How old are you?"
"T-twenty," she wailed.
"Shit, then, I'm doing you a favor, you little bitch! You should have gotten your cherry torn out of there before now. Suck on it!"
He grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her face up to his crotch. Buffy was afraid the wig would come off, but it seemed to stay firmly in place. She couldn't believe her good luck. Her father's cock was actually going into her mouth now, and she was tasting the delicious hard-soft skin, running her tongue all around the head, catching a few drops that oozed from the pretty little slit at the tip, and feeling them sticky against her lips.
Then she opened her mouth wide and let the thick shaft go all the way to the back of her throat. It seemed to stick there, but she was determined to force it down until she could get her lips around the base, to smell the man odor that was coming through the fly of his trousers, to let the hairs tickle her nose.
"Owwww, you're a pretty good cocksucker, lady. Get that thing good and wet if you don't want your pussy torn from asshole to elbow."
Buffy kept working the pole, making it wetter and wetter. Soon over half of it had slid into her gullet, and she swallowed desperately, trying to take the whole thing. The now-familiar warmth was racing through her loins again, and she wanted to reach down and play with herself. But she was more interested in sucking her father's cock than in satisfying her own itch. She knew her pussy would get taken care of this morning like it had never been, like she dreamed it would be.
She managed to get one hand through the fly of his trousers, and she immediately began to massage the big furry balls. He groaned once or twice, amazed that this woman seemed to be enjoying the blow job she gave him so much. He was afraid he'd pop his nuts if she kept it up, and he pushed her head away from him.
"Lie back!" he snapped at her. She did, and when she looked up at him her lipstick was smeared, and one eyelash was coming off. It was almost disgusting, he thought, the amount of makeup some women put on their faces so early in the morning.
He pressed the head of his cock against the hairless pussy lips again, and noticed that they had gotten moist, with little pearls glistening on the soft skin. The lips were opening up in their passion, and he knew he had a willing virgin. This was more exciting than anything he'd dreamed about.
The woman's legs spread and lifted as he sank his meat in between her pussy lips. She wasn't resisting him at all, which annoyed him slightly. But still-a virgin cunt. That was certainly a good morning's catch.
He pressed forward and couldn't believe the tightness he was encountering. This might take as much out of him as it did out of her. The hole seemed to resist his thrusting, and in a few seconds his brow was covered with perspiration.
Then the woman did an unexpected thing! She grabbed him around the ass and urged him to push harder.
"Go on!" she breathed heavily. "You'll never make it if you don't push hard! Go ahead and push!"
He grabbed her thighs.
"You asked for it, lady!"
He gave a mighty shove, and felt his cock slip in a couple of inches. It was like shoving it into a vise.
"EEAAAOOOYYHH!" she moaned in pain. Her breathing was heavy, and her small breasts began to heave under the silk material of her white blouse.
He stopped a moment, gave her a chance to adjust to the size of his cock. She was gripping him in panic now, and he knew he wouldn't go on until she quieted down.
"RELAX, DAMNIT!" he growled. Instinctively, she did. He shoved again, brutally.
"GGGAAAAGGGHHH!" This time she screamed, and he clapped his hand over her mouth to silence her. At the same time he felt something give inside, and he tore down her virgin wall like a battering ram. A warm fluid began to soak him and he knew she was bleeding. Then with another brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
The woman seemed to be passed out. She lay with her eyes tightly shut and her mouth open. He thought of pulling out, but just when he started to, the eyes flickered open and she stared straight into his face. There was still something familiar about her, but he supposed he'd seen her somewhere, sometime-
"Go ahead," she cried. "You're in me now, go ahead and fuck!"
"You're a hot one, aren't you?" he panted, working himself back and forth now, letting his cock slide in and out for several inches at a time. "You were fucking begging to get your cherry busted, weren't you?"
"Yes! YES! I WANTED IT!"
The confession excited her. She felt humiliated, and the pain shooting through her was almost unbearable, but at the same time she had a cock inside her. And that was the fulfillment of her dreams. And Daddy's cock at that-!
The woman was crazy as far as he was concerned. He looked down and saw little trails of blood smearing his shaft, but the pussy was loosening up now and the warmth inside the channel was beginning to make him see fireworks. The cunt gripped him tightly again, almost painfully.
"Christ, how'd you learn to work your pussy like that?"
"Just keep fucking me!"
"You like it, bitch?"
"YES! YES! OWWWW, KEEP FUCKING ME! OWWW, I'M STARTING TO FEEL GOOD DOWN THERE!"
He held her thighs and began to fuck harder, pulling almost all the way out and then ramming in hard again. It was the tightest cunt he'd ever fucked. Virgin or no virgin, he'd never been gripped like this. Either she had a natural talent, or he was turning her on more than he'd ever turned on a woman.
"Just, keep those cunt muscles working, bitch. You'll get your brains screwed out of you. That is, if you have any-"
Her hands were tearing at the material of his trousers, clawing his buttocks. She seemed to be pulling him harder and harder into her. Then she began to buck her hips, making his crotch slam, into hers brutally. She started to make moaning sounds from deep back in her throat, where his cock had been.
"Ahhhhh, fuck meeeeeee! Ahhhh, you're killing me, but I want to die this way! Owwww, yesssssss! Kill me! Kill me!"
He pulled her legs up higher and got ready to plow her with all his might. Her crotch was up in air now, and her head and shoulders were pressed hard into the ground. Still, her hips bucked. She was incredibly strong for such a small woman.
"GAAAGH!" she screamed. "YES! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"
His cock was driving her crazy. The pain had become an itch now, and she was on fire! She wanted more and more of him inside her, and she felt like beating his face and shoulders and chest. She knew that in a moment she'd feel herself explode, and she'd need his warm juices up there to put out the fire.
His panting was getting louder, and his strokes got shorter and faster. She knew from watching him that this meant he was close to coming. She began to rotate her hips in circles, and he had difficulty holding her still.
"I'M ABOUT READY!" he grunted.
"ME TOO!" she answered, rolling her head from side to side on the ground.
"AWWW, SHIIITTTT-!" he groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs so hard they were bruising the tender flesh.
"YESSSSS-!" she wailed. "YESSSSSS! SHOOT INSIDE ME!"
"I'LL BLOW IT OUT YOUR FUCKING EARS! AGGGHHHH!"
"THEN DO IT! DO IT! I'M EXPLODING! AHHHHHHH-!"
She seemed to go completely crazy then. Her fists began to hammer his chest, and her head tossed from side to side wildly.
Buffy didn't notice the wig slipping off. In the passion of the moment, she wouldn't have felt anything except the hot, wonderful sensations that tore through her body. When the artificial adornment had fallen away from her head, her own red hair lay sweaty and matted against her ears and neck. One eyelash had come off, and most of the lipstick was gone. She looked up and was met with an expression of horror.
"BUFFY!" Ed Malone almost screamed.
Then, unable to stop himself, he moaned loudly as jet after jet of his thick sperm began to gush into the torn virgin cunt of his twelve-year-old daughter.
CHAPTER SIX
A howling sound came from Ed Malone's throat, almost like the cry of a wounded animal. He zipped himself up with trembling hands. Tears began to stream down his cheeks.
"WHAT'VE I DONE? OH, GOD, WHATVE I DONE?"
Buffy was too frightened to speak. She hadn't prepared herself for the possibility that her disguise would be found out. It hadn't even occurred to her. Not seriously, anyway. She watched her father stumble toward the path. He was staggering, not seeing clearly where he was going. She decided not to follow him. She arranged her clothing, stuck the wig in the overcoat pocket, and slowly walked towards home. It had been quite a morning!
His car was not in the drive, so she let herself into the house and showered in the hallway bathroom. There was quite a bit of bleeding, but she didn't feel particularly sore. The warm juices from her father began to run out of her in the shower, and she washed them away slowly, fascinated by the sight of a man's sperm dripping from her pussy. The sight made her warm between the legs again, and she wished that what they had done together could have been her secret alone.
She didn't know how her father would treat her now, and she felt too tired to worry about it. After drying, she slipped into a nightgown and fell asleep immediately on her bed.
When she woke it was late afternoon. She went downstairs and looked out the window. Her father's car was in the drive!
She checked the rooms downstairs, but he was in none of them. She decided he must be upstairs, in his own room. She was glad she didn't have to talk to him or face him yet.
It was leftovers night, and she found things in the refrigerator that Mrs. Higgins had left. She quickly heated up a meal for herself and ate alone in the kitchen. Her father would get his own meal, she knew, when he felt hungry.
After washing her dishes, she began to tidy the kitchen up and noticed a half-full bottle of bourbon on the side of the sink. There had been two bottles there that morning, one of them full. Buffy knew that Daddy had a bottle in his room, and he was probably passed out. She had seen him like this a few times.
A sudden idea occurred to her. She got a glass and a bottle of cola from the refrigerator. She poured about two inches of the amber-colored bourbon from the bottle, then filled the glass the rest of the way with cola. She sat down at the kitchen table and prepared to have her first drink.
I've been raped today. I need it, she thought.
The first taste made her shudder. It burned her throat when she swallowed, and she could feel the heat all the way to her stomach. The second swallow was easier to take, and by the third, the taste didn't seem so bad. In two minutes, she had finished the entire glass, and she made herself another one.
This time, she drank slower. In fact, she sat with it for quite a while. Her mind seemed to wander off, and she would forget about the drink in front of her. She thought, instead, about everything that had happened to her in the past three days. Ever since she'd decided to eavesdrop on her parents' argument in the bedroom. She thought for a long time about the first sight of her father, parading around in his jockey shorts. The big bulge in the front of them. How his ass had looked bobbing up and down over her mother's hips.
And she thought about his cock in her little cunt, tearing it and ramming it, making her feel like someone had stuffed a telephone pole between her legs.
The way she'd begun to feel when her hymen broke. The feel of his hot juice splashing up and soaking the walls of her womb, even though he knew who she was at that point.
Buffy finished off the second drink and stood up. She grasped the table for a moment, her legs did not seem to want to cooperate. She was unsteady as she made her way out of the kitchen, through the living room, and up the stairs. There was no question of what she intended to do. She was going to talk to Daddy about what had happened in the park. She would explain to him that it had been her idea to trick him. She would confess seeing him molest the woman yesterday. There was no reason for him to feel so guilty about what they'd done together.
She would tell him that he was the only person she wanted to bust her cherry. That she had to have it done! Daddy would understand. Daddy always did.
His door was closed. Buffy thought of knocking, but decided, instead, to slowly open it a crack and peek in. When she did she saw him lying flat on his back on the bed, asleep. There was a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the dresser again. It was becoming a permanent fixture.
Buffy tiptoed into the room to make sure he was all right. She wanted to hear his regular breathing, or a little snore.
She approached the bed, then stopped.
He was wearing a kimono type bathrobe. He had lifted his arms in his sleep and the folds of the robe had pulled away from his body. He was completely nude underneath, and his entire midsection from his chest to his feet was uncovered.
The girl leaned in close and studied his body in great detail. It was the first time she'd had a chance to do this. At least, from such close range. Her heart began to beat quickly again as she looked at his fat cock, lying soft but thick and long across his big balls. She studied the texture of his pubic hair and noticed that it was quite fine and a little curly. His thighs were muscular and had a fine brush of the soft brown hair too, and his belly and chest were covered. She looked at his left nipple, exposed, and wondered what it would be like to lean down and kiss it. Or perhaps lick it lightly with her tongue.
Her hand moved to her crotch again, and she felt her lips getting warm behind the nylon material of her robe. There was a tenderness there now that she hadn't noticed earlier, not as sore as it might have been, but enough to remind of what had happened down there today. Her legs felt weak and wobbly now, and the familiar warmth rushed to her pussy and began to melt the walls.
She trailed his body with her eyes back to his crotch. The cock was all clean now. He must have showered. She leaned down between his slightly spread thighs and put her nose up to his balls. She sniffed. Mostly soap and water, but there was still something masculine. Her father always smelled masculine and nice.
She looked at his face. He was sleeping deeply, and she knew how hard it was to wake him when he was like this. That's why she decided to stick just the tip of her tongue out and taste the lovely cock again.
She ran her tongue lightly over the head, and licked back and forth on the little hole at the tip. The big piece of meat jumped a couple of inches in front of her face, and then she saw it slowly begin to swell. It lifted itself off the sac of balls after a while and began to rise up into the air.
Buffy darted out her tongue again and began to lick the balls. The hair tickled her lips. The balls tasted warm and delicious.
He still hadn't stirred, and Buffy grew more bold. She seemed to be dreaming this. She knew the sensations she was feeling, but it was almost as though she were in the doorway again, watching herself do these things from across the room. She remembered how much she'd wanted to do them when she was spying on her mother and father.
Her tongue began to lick the balls more roughly. She licked them harder and harder, going every place she could find, even all the way to the back, inches from his asshole. She would have liked that too if it had been possible to turn him over.
When she looked up, she saw the cock standing straight up in the air. She quickly examined the tip and, as she expected, the clear fluid was oozing again. She flicked out her tongue and lapped up the pearly drops and ran them over and around her mouth.
Suddenly, her cunt was on fire again. He could have fucked her now, if he'd wanted to, and she wouldn't have complained. Not even if it hurt bad. As long as her Daddy was inside her!
Without realizing what she was doing, her mouth shot open and she captured the head of his dick inside. She rolled her tongue over and over the glans, licked and tickled the underside, the tip, then ran her mouth along the heavy cord at the bottom all the way to his balls. She soaked his nuts again with her mouth, then ate her way back up to the head. With a mighty effort, she swallowed most of the cock down her throat on the first try. The shaft seemed to get twice as hard now, and she knew she would have to be careful to avoid gagging or choking.
His breathing was still regular, and his sleep didn't seem to be disturbed at all, but his cock began to throb in her throat, and she could have sworn it had grown to twice the size it was when she first went down on him. She had only seen hard cocks and soft cocks before. She didn't know about the in-between stages, and therefore she didn't understand why it had been so easy to take him almost all the way down on the first try.
After half a minute, she slowly came up again. With just the head of the cock in her mouth, the girl was able to take in large gasps of air to stoke her lungs for the next lunge. When she felt she could handle it, she went down again.
This time she had to force his cock into her gullet. It was like swallowing a fist, she decided. The cock had gotten impossible fat and hard, and she got a good idea of just how stretched her pussy had been.
With one hand, she reached down and put two fingers between the lips of her little smooth cunt. She hadn't really explored the area since her cherry was ripped down, and she was amazed that her fingers went quickly and easily into the hole. She was already larger than ever, and she began to think about all the wonderful things she could start shoving inside herself. Things she had seen in magazines, with little bristles and warts on them. She'd find a way to buy these things. She always managed to get what she really wanted.
The cock was throbbing hard in her throat now, and she wondered if it would be all right to let it shoot off there. She was aware of the fact, even in her stupor, that the excitement of an orgasm could easily wake her father.
Well, she thought, so what? After this morning-
Her cunt lips began to tense up, and she felt her little clit get erect. Never had her fingers felt so good down there! She began shoving them up inside farther. Then a third one-
As her pussy began to open up, so did her throat. She was sailing up and down the shaft easily now, taking it almost to the root on every downward dip. Several times his pubic hair tickled her nose before she went back up. The shaft was harder than ever, and throbbing.
Buffy's fingers began to tear at her pussy now. She was on fire, and her hands were trying to extinguish the flames. She didn't give a thought to starting the bleeding again. If it happened, it happened. For now, she had to feel the explosion again. Her body screamed for that precious release! She knew none of her friends at school, not even Sharon, had experienced what she had. She couldn't wait to tell them. But, of course, she couldn't tell them it was her own father she had fucked with.
She remembered the young man in the park telling her not to bite, and she was glad he'd taught her that lesson. Otherwise, Daddy would probably be awake now and trying to stop her from what she was doing. And she couldn't stop now, because she had another idea that she had to try.
She pulled the cock out of her mouth. It was soaked with saliva, and her pussy was soaked too. Quickly, she pulled off her nylon robe and crawled, nude, over her sleeping father. She gently pulled his arms farther apart so there would be room for her legs on either side of his hips. Then she lined up the head of his cock at the gate to her young womb, and slowly she sank down, feeling the big dick stretch her until she thought she would split in two.
But with determination, Buffy at last felt her ass sink down on her Daddy's fat balls. The hair from his crotch tickled the white little mounds of her buttocks, and her inner thighs were being tickled too by the bush on his belly.
Buffy was an athletic girl, and she was able to work herself up and down his cock shaft by use of her leg muscles alone. Her small but perfectly shaped breasts began to heave again. She looked down at them, and then she pinched her own nipples and felt them harden. The top of her head almost came off! Feeling her nipples was the most wonderful thing in the world, she decided, and she wondered why she hadn't paid much attention to this area of her body in the past. She made a mental note that the next man who fucked her would have to suck on them.
Her red hair was flying after a while, and her head began making its jerking motions from side to side. The explosion was building inside her, and a cry was only inches from escaping her throat. She didn't dare cry out, though. She knew that if she couldn't keep her orgasm quiet, she would have to deprive herself of it until she was alone in her room again. And she wanted to come with Daddy's cock buried inside her. She wanted to feel it there when the contractions made her squeeze and tremble. He shot off in his sleep at that moment. She gasped!
Suddenly, her hand went to her mouth and her eyes became as wide as saucers. Inside, her body gave a long, low scream. Outside, only a small choking noise could be heard.
Her thighs trembled violently now, and her chest and belly heaved heavily. Tears ran down her cheeks, and Buffy had trouble breathing. But her insides had melted away once more, and the feeling of the eruption was something she would never stop thinking about in her bed at night, when she was alone.
It took a couple of minutes to calm down. When she lifted herself off his cock, it was going soft. It looked sticky and wet, but she didn't dare try to clean it off. She let it drop softly onto his big balls again, and she crawled off the bed.
She felt his juices begin to ooze out of her and slide down her thighs. Quickly, she pulled on her robe. Taking one last look at her father, she left the room, heading for her second shower of the day.
Ed's eyes shot open as soon as he heard the door close. He reached down and squeezed his cock, feeling the sticky juices all over his fingers. Then he brought his fingers to his lips and began to lick them all over. His cock was getting hard again.
He knew she'd been drinking his bourbon. That surprised him, but he supposed all children experimented with it at one time or another.
He went into his own shower then and turned on the hot water. Stepping under the spray, he thought about the bourbon downstairs. If he heard Buffy taking any more of it, he knew what he was going to do that night.
A smile crossed his face, and he began to soap his crotch.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Buffy was on her stomach. She knew that something had been shoved under her hips, a pillow perhaps, because her ass was raised higher than the rest of her body. And there was a fat, hard cock inside her! It pumped and banged and seemed to be pulling her insides out. There was pain, but there was also a feeling of pleasure.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
She could see nothing but the mattress under her face. Her bed. Her sheets. She tried to move her arms and legs, but found that they wouldn't budge.
Her brain was taking a long time to clear up. She vaguely remembered going to bed, falling across it, blacking out immediately. She also remembered going back to the kitchen and fixing herself several more drinks. Her brain could register very little else at the moment. But still, her arms and legs seemed to be fastened down with something.
Hands were on her hips, pulling them higher. The cock was in her cunt, but it was going in from the rear. Now that her head was clearing, she began to feel the familiar warmth. But still, it would take a minute or so before she got wet, and in the meantime, the big pole was hurting her. Who was it? Daddy? But why this way?
She lifted her head slightly and saw what was holding her wrists. They were tied to a cord, one on each arm, and then tied to the sides of the headboard. It seemed to be nylon cord, the kind Daddy used when he went fishing. Daddy!
"Owwww, stop it! You're hurting me!"
Her father's voice was next to her ear. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was there, fucking her like a dog.
"Just relax and enjoy it, honey. Just take it the way both of us like it."
"What do you mean? Daddy, what are you doing to me?"
"Raping you, baby. Just the way you wanted me to yesterday morning. The way I like to fuck a woman. By force!"
Buffy was a little frightened. She was excited by the idea of being tied up and raped by her father, but still, she realized, she couldn't get away if she wanted to. He could decide to do anything to her, and there would be no way she could help herself. If he drank enough, he might do anything!
"Daddy! Daddy! Untie me! Please!"
"Shut up!"
Buffy felt like crying. She couldn't believe here father was treating her this way. In the park was one thing, with her made up to look like somebody else, tricking him. But now he knew who she was! Why wouldn't he untie her if she asked, him? What was wrong with him anyway?
The cock began to pound her hard. It was too much. She felt sore from her session the evening before. She couldn't take this much punishment again so soon!
"Oh, Daddy, please! Stop! You're hurting me now!"
"Why is that, honey? You didn't mind it in the park. Even when I busted your cherry you kept asking for it!"
There was something in his voice that frightened her.
"Daddy! I'm sorry about the park. I shouldn't have done that, I know it was wrong-"
He shoved harder, brutally. She almost fainted from the pain. He was driving up her like she was a common slut.
"Wrong? Why, I didn't think you minded what you did, honey. Not when you came into my room and fucked me again."
Her heart jumped!
"But-but I thought you were asleep. I-I-oh, Daddy, I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself!"
She burst into tears then. The pain and humiliation were more than she could bear.
"Don't start that crying again, honey. I know when you're faking it. Like in the park."
She stopped crying immediately. He wouldn't believe her tears, either. She was getting more frightened by the second. If he didn't believe her when she said it hurt, or when she cried, he might do anything at all to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him. She buried her face in the sheets and tried to forget the pain he was causing her pussy.
His cock continued to slam in and out for a long time. She couldn't get excited enough to make herself wet. And until she got wet, the pain would not stop. She longed now for the old warmth to flood her loins again, making everything all right. Then an idea occurred to her.
"Daddy! What time is it? You have to be at work!"
He laughed and kept pumping. He'd begun to screw with long, steady strokes, pushing in as far as he could and holding himself there for a few seconds each time, before pulling back out.
"No work today, honey. It's a holiday, remember?"
Buffy wouldn't be defeated.
"But you and Ralph were supposed to go fishing this morning! I heard you talking about it!"
"That's right, honey, but there's still plenty of time to go fishing. I have a pole in your little lake right now, as a matter of fact. That's sort of like fishing, isn't it?"
He laughed again. She was getting desperate.
"Daddy! Please! Can't you wet it? It's too dry for me!"
This seemed to make sense to him. Slowly, he pulled out. She waited for a few seconds, and then she felt his chin whiskers scratching roughly across the tender cheeks of her ass.
"Hmmmm-well, now, we'll just have to fix up that dry little twat of yours, won't we, honey. Just hold still now, and Daddy'll make it all nice and wet for you."
She felt like pulling her legs up, but they were tied as fast as her arms. She supposed it was the same nylon cord. The kind he used when he went fishing. There was no use struggling against it. It was impossible to break, and he knew how to tie knots expertly.
Then she felt his rough hands separating the cheeks of her ass, and suddenly his face was dipping all the way down to her pussy. His mouth began to close in over the lips, sucking them and licking with the tongue.
Her body sagged with the sensation, and he yanked her ass high into the air again. There was enough extra rope to allow her knees to bend slightly, and he positioned her on all fours. She leaned her shoulders and head against the mattress and poked her little rump as high as she could manage.
His tongue licked up and down the lips for a long time. His breath was hot against her buttocks, and she began to feel the heat flood her crotch once more, the heat which she now looked forward to and depended on.
He knew after a while that she was getting hot. He could taste her juices. The tastes from the so freshly plowed young pussy sent his head spinning. He had never had sex with a child before, would never have dreamed of it. But he'd found out that it was his own little girl under him yesterday, begging to be raped! It did something to his brain. He didn't know if he would ever be able to fuck an older woman again.
Buffy's pussy was turning into fire! She was forgetting her position now, forgetting that she was tied to the bed and spread-eagled. She forgot her father's refusal to untie her, and the cruel sound in his voice. All she could think about now was the feeling his mouth was giving her as he ate out her snatch. He was beginning to make little noises, and she could tell he was enjoying it.
"Hmmmm-sweet little pussy! Sweet little tender cunt! Daddy's gonna show you how much he likes a tender, sweet cunt!"
His tongue began to probe into her hole, shooting past the lips and licking everything it could find. He was rubbing his entire face in the wet flesh, holding the lips wide open with his thumbs. His nose went in, then his chin. She almost screamed from the way his whiskers scratched the sensitive inner skin. Then his tongue was back, probing so far inside her it felt like a finger. Or a small cock. He licked for a while, and then he put his entire mouth over her snatch again and began to suck with all his might. She felt like her insides were being sucked out of her by a vacuum cleaner.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, God! Oh, yes, eat my pussy! Eat me out, Daddy! My pussy is starting to feel so good. So good and wet. Oh, that's right! Oh, yessss, suck it, suck it!"
He brought his tongue out of her cunt. It was gripping him so hard he thought she was on the verge of an orgasm, and he wanted to save that until he had his cock inside her pussy.
His mouth began to make circular motions over the round little cheeks of her ass, leaving wet trails every place it went. The white skin quivered under his touch. His hot breath brought up little goose pimples. Then he spread her asscheeks wide and the little pink pucker of her anus winked at him. He dipped his face in and began to lick around the hole. She held very still for a moment, in a state of suspense. He knew she was waiting to see if he'd go her buttocks, going in close to her asshole, avoiding it, returning to the buttocks, licking close to the He almost thought he could hear his daughter sob from frustration, but she kept silent. Then, just when he was sure she'd given up on the idea, he pressed his face firmly into the crack of her ass and began to lick the anus. He probed in deeply with his tongue again, and this time he did hear her sob. Passion was wracking Buffy's body, and her fired-up emotions were getting the best of her.
She tried to beat her fists into the mattress, but the ropes held her too firmly. Her entire body was twisting and trying to turn, and she had begun to babble things that he couldn't understand.
When he pulled his mouth away from her ass, he leaned close to her ear and she felt his entire naked body pressed into her back. She wished she could wanted to touch him all over, to run her hands over She wanted his hair pressed into her, from head to toe.
"Well, honey, do you think you're hot enough to take my dick again?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh, Daddy, please! Give it to me again!"
She felt a little movement, and then the familiar feeling of his cock lining up against her pussy lips made her groan in anticipation. She held her breath, waiting for the intruder to knock down the gate's again. Nothing happened.
"What's wrong?" Buffy finally cried out.
"I think I'll let you wait for it, honey. Maybe I'll give it to you and maybe I won't."
The child began to scream and pound her head on the mattress.
"I hate you! I hate you! You promised me! You did! You DID! You promised to fuck me when you made me wet!"
He recognized a tantrum when he saw one. His little girl had been prone to them ever since she could walk. That seemed like only yesterday-
"Yeah, well, I just remembered what a naughty girl you are."
Buffy was confused. She didn't understand what he was talking about.
"What do you mean-naughty?"
"Fixing your face with all that shit and going into the park. You could've gotten yourself killed."
"But, Daddy, I only went because I knew you'd be there. I did it for you."
"You really saw me with that other woman?"
"Yes. Yes, I did. I saw the way she loved it! I wanted it too. That's why I went, honest-"
"And I'm the only one you ever met there? The only one you ever let lay you?"
She almost blurted out the story of the young man. But she thought better of it and bit her "
"You know I was a virgin! You saw for yourself!
Suddenly his hand came down hard on her ass.
THWACK!
She cried out, but the hand descended again and again. He was spanking her ass to a rosy glow and showing no mercy.
THWACK! THWACK! THWANG!
The child began to sob from the stinging blows now. Tears of anger and humiliation began to stream down her face. His hand was rough, and he was spanking her with all his strength.
"And now what, you little bitch?" he said, still striking her ass with his big hand. "Now that you got your cherry busted, are you gonna be back there looking for other men? Huh? Are you? Answer me!"
"No-n-no, Daddy! Ouch! Owwww! No, I swear I won't!"
"Liar! I don't believe you! I'll never believe anything you ever tell me again!"
She felt it was useless to argue. She lay there and clenched her eyes tightly shut, letting him take out his anger on her backside. Finally, he stopped. She waited a while for him to speak. Then she felt his mouth back there again, kissing each red cheek that he had turned to fire with his hands. The warmth from the spanking began to flood her ass, and she realized that the sensation was also firing her pussy again, but this time the passion crashed over her with incredible force. Her pussy was so hot gyrate her hips. His wet mouth continued to lick the sore, sensitive skins almost making her scream with longing.
GAAAAGH! NOW! NOW! DAMN YOU, FUCK ME NOW!"
He got on his knees behind her once more and pushed his fat cockhead up and into the lips of her pussy. The lips began to grasp and clutch."
"PUT IT IN! PUT IT IN! I CAN'T WATT ANY LONGER!"
He started to shove forward. Her cunt was like a suction tube. Then the doorbell rang. He pulled out again.
He left Buffy screaming and cursing on the bed, more frustrated than ever.
Ralph was at the kitchen door. He was dressed for their proposed fishing trip."
"What are you doin' bare-assed?"
"Come on in. Bring that bottle upstairs. I want to show you something."
Ralph followed his friend through the house and up the stairs.
"Look," Ed said, throwing the door of room open.
The girl was still writhing around on the crying and howling with anger and frustration and desire.
"Fuck me! Damn you, Daddy, fuck me! You promised! I'll kill you if you don't fuck me!"
Ralph's mouth dropped open. He stared at the girl. Then at Ed. Then back at the girl.
"What the hell are you doing to Buffy, Ed?"
"Don't ask questions. Just take your clothes off and join the party."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ralph took a swig of the bourbon. Then he slowly began to unzip his trousers. He watched Ed walk over and begin to stroke Buffy's inflamed buttocks. The girl was still twisting and squirming on her stomach, lifting her ass high in the air, looking for something from behind to penetrate her. She continued to moan and babble under her breath, but the feel of a man's hand calmed her down a little.
Ralph's cock was already roaring hard by the time he slipped out of his clothes. He'd admired Buffy often, watching her go to and from school, playing around the yard in shorts, visiting his house with her parents-
But Buffy's age had always been the stumbling block. As much as Ralph admired the girl's developing womanhood (he'd known her since she was a toddler) he never dreamed that she had become a fully sexual creature.
"How long has this been going on?" he asked Ed, joining them on the bed.
"A few days, I guess. She came out with a bang, didn't she?"
Ralph almost drooled.
"She's a miniature of her mother," he said.
Ed looked at the man suspiciously. He hoped Ralph was referring to the face alone, because to his knowledge, his neighbor wasn't familiar with the rest of Martha's body.
"Get in there and cool her off, Ralph. I been fucking my butt off, but she still isn't satisfied."
Ralph felt a little bit uneasy, but if the girl's father was giving him the go-ahead, why not? He climbed up in back of the girl and began to insert his cock into her open little pussy.
"Sufferin' shit," the man moaned, "she's gobbling it up like a hungry mouth!"
Ed chuckled. He got the bourbon bottle off the dresser, took a long swig, and then held the bottle to his friend's lips. Ralph also swallowed down another gulp. He was comfortably into the saddle now, and he was stroking in and out in long, slow thrusts.
"Oh! Ohhhhhhh-!" Buffy moaned. "That's it! That's it! Now it's better! Owwww, yessssss-!" She pushed her ass back to meet every thrust, and in a moment his pelvis was slamming hard into her backside.
Ed went to the other end of the bed. He sat facing his daughter and slipped his legs down, under her arms. By inching himself along the mattress, he was able to place his crotch just under her face. His cock was poking straight up in the air, a couple of inches from her mouth.
"Suck it!" he said.
Buffy lifted her head and came down on the erect meat. A wonderful thrill shot through her body. It was the first time she'd ever had a man's dick in both ends of her at once. Ralph was giving her pussy a beautiful screwing, and the agonizing frustration of a few minutes ago was being replaced by wonderful, warm, tingling sensations again. She lodged as much of her father's cock into her throat as she could, but without the support of her arms, her neck soon grew tired.
"Please, Daddy," Buffy said, coming off his cock, "untie me now!"
"No," Ed answered. "I want to see you tied up while you get fucked. You've been a bad girl."
"But my neck is getting tired. I need to prop myself up on my elbows."
"We'll fix up your little problem," her father answered.
Ed lifted the girl under her arms and, holding her up, he slid his body all the way under hers. The ropes holding her arms and legs were stretched tighter now, but still not tight enough to cause any real discomfort.
"Pull out of her," Ed said to Ralph. Ralph slid his cock out of the grasping young cunt and waited to see what would happen next. Buffy's father then grabbed his own cock and began to slide it up into his daughter from his underneath position. Buffy groaned when he was all the way inside her, and laid her face against his chest. She liked the feeling of his naked body under hers. They were really touching for the first time, and she relaxed herself completely against him, letting as much of their flesh as possible melt into one another.
"Go in the back door," Ed directed Ralph. Ralph shot the other man a startled look, then shrugged his shoulders. He pressed the head of his cock between the little girl's asscheeks and probed forward. In a minute, he was pressing the puckered pink hole.
"Put some spit on it," Buffy groaned.
Ralph spit in his hand and lubricated the head of his cock. Then he returned it to the hole. He pressed hard, forcing the sphincter to open and accept the fat knob.
"AAAEEYYHHH!" Buffy cried. "You're killing me! Oh, God, you better stop. You'll rip me apart."
"SHOVE IN!" Ed Malone ordered, "FORCE HER TO TAKE IT!"
"But-" Ralph was confused.
"DO AS I SAY!" the girl's father roared. He was giving orders now, and Ralph decided not to make any waves. He gave another shove, and about three inches of his fat meat sailed into the child's rectum.
"EEEAAAYYHH!" Buffy screamed. "YOU'RE TEARING ME UP! THE TWO OF YOU ARE TEARING ME UP! I CAN'T TAKE BOTH OF THEM!"
"You'll take them and like it," her father said, bucking his hips up and forcing himself all the way into her pussy. He felt Ralph's cock rubbing his on the other side of the thin wall. His neighbor was pushing in deeper, almost there now. Almost all the way. Buffy began to scream and sob and choke. Her body was being wracked with pain, and she seemed to be close to convulsions.
Both men began to fuck hard now, each shoving in at the same time on every stroke.
Buffy felt like she was being torn to shreds. She was still tense from the invasion of her asshole, and in her near-hysteria she seemed to lose her ability to relax. When she realized the pain was getting no better, she screamed again, this time so loud her father had to clap his hand over her mouth.
Ralph leaned down close to her ear.
"Relax, Buffy. Just ride along with it. It'll be okay, you'll see." He had fucked many women this way, but it was the first time he'd ever sandwiched one with another man. Considering the size of his and Ed's equipment, and the tightness of the child's cunt and asshole, he knew they were giving her a real endurance test. But his passion fired him on, and he could see the girl's father in the same excited state. Neither man had the slightest intention of pulling out now. Not if they tore her from here to tomorrow-
Buffy smelled the whiskey on both their breaths. She knew how they were feeling. She remembered the rosy glow she had given herself the night before. It had been wonderful until she became too sleepy to stay awake. She wished now she hadn't drunk it. She would have heard her father come into her room while she slept. She'd have felt him tying her legs and arms to the bed.
The girl was not in as much pain now. Ralph's words made her try harder to cooperate with the double-fuck she was getting. Daddy pulled her hard against his chest, and she buried her face in the muscular, hairy skin. His cock was feeling wonderful inside her. If only she could have taken one at a time. He stroked her hair and kissed her ear and neck.
Ralph's cock was going all the way in and out of her rectum now, but on one thrust he buried himself so tightly inside her she let out another wail of agony.
"OHHHHHHHH!" she bellowed in pain.
He shoved hard again, as hard as he could go. The feeling took her breath away, and she didn't have enough energy to cry out.
They continued to match each other's strokes, fucking the child from front and behind with such force that their balls touched with each inward thrust. Ed had his daughter's thighs pulled as far apart as the bonds allowed them to go, and both men had plenty of to room to continue their mutual operation.
Buffy began to gasp for breath. The pain was terrible, of course, but at the same time she felt the warmth come back, and she knew that in minutes her groin would once more turn into liquid fire. The nerve-endings of her pussy were starting to scream at her, and in a little while the pain in her ass began to subside.
The two cocks were filling her so completely she felt she was being fucked by one enormous pole. She knew she was being tortured, but she also knew that torture can sometimes cause pleasure. She remembered the way the woman in the park had begun to beg Daddy to rape her. She remembered how she herself had begged him.
Suddenly, she started to buck her hips forward and backward. Daddy and Ralph began to alternate their thrusts, first one letting her engulf his cock and then the other. In a short time she felt that she was controlling the situation, and the two fucking poles were beginning to go in and out of her to her own rhythm. She pushed her ass back until she felt Ralph's balls touch the back of her thighs, then she bucked her hips forward and forced her father's cock more deeply into her burning channel. The men slowed down their humping, letting her do the work for a while.
"Ahhhhh, yessssss!" Buffy moaned. "I feel both of them in me now! It's like being fucked by the biggest cock in the entire world! Oh, yes, I feel them! I feel them! This is what I wanted, Daddy! It really is!"
She felt little eruptions going off inside herself. They were like tiny hints of what was about to come. She had never felt them before. Always, since she began masturbating herself, she built up to the one big explosion. These rumblings were wonderful, delicious, like tasting the frosting in the bowl and knowing what it would be like when she ate the whole cake.
She began to hammer her hips back and forth with renewed speed. The cock in her ass was causing nothing but pleasure now. She buried it to the hilt each time. Both men were beginning to breathe heavily, and Ralph was starting to moan in a low voice. She liked Ralph. She always had. She remembered the way he'd fucked her mother on the kitchen floor and the way the memory of it excited her when she went to her room and played with her pussy. Ralph's body was almost as exciting as her father's, and she was getting chest and belly hair rubbed against her from front and back. She reached up with her face and found her father's mouth. Her lips came down on his. He seemed surprised at first, but then he grabbed her roughly around her back and his lips parted. He shot his tongue between her teeth and probed the back of her throat. She slid her tongue around his, and they sucked and licked each other's mouths for a long time, exploring every cranny and crevice. The taste of bourbon on his breath excited her and made the fire in her crotch even hotter!
"Yes," she said, pulling her mouth away at last, "both of you fuck me with your big cocks! Fill up my pussy and my asshole at the same time! Tear me apart with your dicks!"
Her backward and forward movements were getting frantic, almost as though she were masturbating them roughly with both her holes. Ed grabbed her hips to hold her down to a slower speed, but her body seemed to be stronger than his arms. She wouldn't be controlled, and her head began to jerk from side to side again, in the way he realized was an announcement of her approaching orgasm.
She was beginning to sob and mumble nonsensical words. Her passion was rising up inside her at a rapid rate. She felt that the membrane between her womb and her intestines would soon be worn away. She hoped it would be. She wanted only one big, gaping hole there. Then she could take three cocks-four-five-
"NOW!" she screamed suddenly. "NOW IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME! IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN! I CANT STOP IT! OHHHH, FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! OHHHHH, IT'S HERE! ITS HERE. AGGHHHH!"
The two men began to slam into her furiously. The thrusts became brutal, and they were thinking only of their own satisfaction now. Their cocks swelled to such a size and stiffness that, even though she was in the middle of her heaving orgasm, Buffy could feel a little bit of pain again. It was like having knives stab her rectum and her womb at the same time, cutting and tearing.
Then there were loud groans and fountains of heavy sperm began to splash up inside her, washing her walls in front and back, soothing the burning cuts from the knives. Healing the wounds in a sea of cum. It began to run back out of her. Daddy's pubic hair was matted with his own juices, and Ralph's big balls were soaked.
In a few minutes the heavy breathing had subsided, and the cocks inside her were beginning to deflate.
"Take these ropes off her, Ralph," Ed directed.
Ralph pulled out. He untied the girl's legs first, then her arms. Her father rolled her off his body and stood up. The child just lay there, staring up at the two men, her face relaxed and happy now.
"You think that'll teach you to stop playing around with men, Buffy?" he asked.
She didn't answer. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and shook her.
"I want you to promise me, Buffy. You hear?"
The child was frightened again. She shook her head up and down. "I promise, Daddy."
"Good." He began to get dressed. Ralph, slightly embarrassed, dressed quickly and left the room.
"We're goin' fishing now," her father said. "You need money or anything?"
Buffy shook her head back and forth. She was rubbing her wrists and ankles, which had gotten a bit scratched during the scene on the bed.
Before he left the room, she asked him a question.
"Daddy, is that the only way you can have fun?"
"What way?"
"You know-raping women?"
He lit a cigarette, and took a long drag.
"We'll talk about it some other time. In the meantime, no men, no booze for you. You promise?"
"All right!" She was angry that he'd asked her to promise.
"I know one thing," he said, just before he left the room. "We might both have the same problem. Looks like you like to get it as much as I like to give it."
"You don't hate me, do you, Daddy?"
"No, baby. I guess you just take after your old man, that's all." Then he walked downstairs to join Ralph."
Buffy sat on the bed in a huff. Why did Daddy make her promise not to have any men? Suddenly, her face brightened.
He didn't say anything about boys!
CHAPTER NINE
Danny Bates was thirteen, a year older than Buffy, but he was in her same grade at school. They had been passably good friends, although Buffy had been pretty much a loner. Except for her close relationship with Sharon Martin, Buffy didn't get close to many people.
When Buffy approached him in the way to English class, he was surprised.
"What are you doing after school, Danny?"
"Uh-nothing, I don't guess."
"Good, Want to come by my house for a while? I have something to show you."
"Oh-sure."
It was settled. Danny had no idea what Buffy Malone would want to show him, but the directness of her approach caught him off guard.
They walked to her house together, without talking much. When they were in her neighborhood, the redheaded girl finally spoke.
"My dad works late every night and my mother is gone off on a trip. Mrs. Higgins is cooking supper, but she stays in the kitchen and she won't even know we're in the house. She's a little bit deaf anyway," Buffy giggled.
Danny wondered why she made such a point of telling him they'd be all alone. What difference did that make? She was only a girl, so they wouldn't be exchanging any secrets.
They went through the front door stairs to Buffy Js room. Danny fascinated to see the way girls kept Buffy had a lot of dolls and things. It pretty boring room to spend any time in the door when they were inside.
"Sit down on the bed," she said.
Danny did so, wondering what he was doing there.
"Listen, Danny," Buffy said, "how much do you know about girls?"
The boy's eyes popped open wide. He felt the conversation was going to turn in a direction that make him uncomfortable.
"W-what do you mean?"
Buffy put her books down on her dresser and turned, facing him squarely.
"I mean-have you ever seen one naked?"
Danny blushed a bright scarlet, all the way up to his thick shock of light brown hair.
"I-no," he answered.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders.
"There's nothing to be so embarrassed about. I've seen lots of boys naked."
"You HAVE?"
"Sure. Just a couple of weeks ago, Mrs. McAllister sent me to the gym to give a note to the coach, and I took a shortcut back through the hall where the lockers are. I didn't know the boys were showering, and all at once about ten of them ran out of the locker room and across the hallway into the supply room. They were acting silly and slapping each other with towels and all that, and they didn't see me, but all of them were as naked as jay birds!"
Danny's blush got even deeper.
"And do you know who one of those boys was, Danny?"
He didn't answer.
"Well, I know! It was YOU! And the reason I noticed you, was because you were about the biggest one of them all. And I don't just mean tall, either. Do you know what I mean, Danny?"
"Aw, come on, Buffy! Knock it off!"
"So," Buffy continued, "I thought since I've seen you, maybe I'd just let you take a look at me."
The boy looked startled.
"I-I think I better go. I just remembered something I have to do at home-"
"Listen, Danny," the girl replied, walking over to him and staring straight into his eyes. "If you try to leave here, I'll tell Mrs. McAllister that I saw all you boys running around the hallways bare-assed, and you'll probably all get expelled or something!"
"But-but why do you want me to stay? What do you want me to do?"
"We'll talk about that. First, you're gonna see my show!"
With that, the girl began to unbutton her blouse. She stood directly in front of him. Sometimes he stared, and sometimes his eyes dropped down to the floor.
When her blouse was removed she slipped out of her skirt. She was standing now in just her panties. He wasn't looking.
"Now, look at me, Danny."
His eyes rose up from the floor and he took a long look at her body.
"Okay. Can I go now?"
"No! I haven't finished!" She quickly slipped off her white cotton panties and tossed them on the bed next to him.
He stared longer and harder now. She saw the fascination in his eyes. She'd learned to recognize that, even in someone his age. But he still seemed anxious to leave.
"Okay, I've seen it all now. Can I go?"
"Maybe," Buffy said. She was amazed at how little shyness she felt, standing before the boy in this condition. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"You have to show me that you don't have a hard-on."
Danny was surprised. He blushed bright red again. He didn't know that girls even knew that word. Boys always used it, but it was the first time he'd ever heard a girl say it.
"Awww, come off it, Buffy!"
"You heard me, Danny Bates. I'll tell Mrs. McAllister-"
"I don't. I don't, I swear I don't have one!
"PROVE IT!"
"Aww, Buffy-"
"DANNY!"
There was something threatening in her voice. He knew he'd have to do what she said.
"Feel," he said, standing up and shoving his hips forward.
"No, take your pants down."
He looked at her for a moment. Then he decided that arguing wouldn't get him anyplace. He unbuckled his jeans and slid them down over his hips. His jockey shorts were tenting out in front of him, a dead giveaway.
"I knew it!" Buffy cried happily. "Take all your clothes off now."
Danny felt less and less like putting up a fight. He kept noticing how round the girl's thighs were, and how the lips of her pussy swelled out. He'd never seen a girl completely naked before. Buffy didn't look like the pictures he'd seen in magazines, but he supposed she would when she started to grow hair. Danny had just started getting pubic hair, and he was very proud of it. He masturbated often, thinking about hairy pussies.
He pulled his jeans off, then his jockey shorts. When he finished, he was as nude as she was. His cock stood straight out now, and he didn't care if she saw it. There was no longer any need to pretend. It was about five inches long, and quite thick for his age. He knew it was bigger than any of the other boys' cocks in his grade at school. They'd often kidded him about it. He was a year older than most of them, though. Sometimes he was a little self-conscious in the shower rooms.
Buffy dropped to her knees in front of him. She reached out and touched the hard pole. He stood quietly and let her. Then she leaned over and put her mouth over the head.
"Owww, Buffy! What are you doing?"
Slowly, her mouth slid down to the root. Her lips were pressed tightly into his hairs, and he could feel himself sliding all the way into her throat. He felt dizzy, and he almost fell back onto the bed again.
She stretched him out on his back, with his legs hanging over the side of the mattress, touching the floor. She stayed on her knees between his thighs and continued to suck him until she knew he was getting very hot. She also knew that at his age he wouldn't be able to hold off as long as her daddy and Ralph did. Many of the girls had told her that the boys at school sometimes shot off just looking up a girl's skirt. She pulled away when she felt him begin to throb.
"Owww, don't stop, Buffy! I gotta shoot it off!"
"Not yet," the girl said. She crawled up on the bed beside him and stretched out on her back. "I want you to tie my hands behind my back and rape me!"
"What?" The boy was confused. He'd heard about rape, but only had a vague idea what it meant. Stories at school seemed to always be exaggerated, and the fuck parts seemed to take the lead over the details building up to them.
"You know, Danny, rape! Make me do it! Even if I tell you not to, or try to get away from you, make me do it! And hurry up. I'm getting all hot down there between my legs!"
He still looked confused.
"Make you do what?"
Buffy jumped up and glared at him.
"Oh, you're such an idiot, Danny Bates! Don't you know anything? Make me let you fuck me!"
"I-I never-"
He was afraid to tell her he'd never done it. Afraid to tell her he didn't really know how to go about it. What if the story got back to the other boys.
"Oh, nooooo-" Buffy groaned. She could have cried from frustration. Danny was here, right in her room, with his pants down, and he had the biggest cock of any boy at school she knew. But he didn't know what to do with it. She began to wonder if all the other boys were this stupid. If they were, it was going to be impossible for her to keep her promise to Daddy.
Danny started to get up. "I really have to go home!"
"Like hell you do, Danny Bates! You get down there on your back or I'm going to cause you all kinds of trouble. I'll tell your mother that you came over here and made me take my clothes off! I'll run downstairs right now and scream and holler in front of Mrs. Higgins!"
"Oh, no, Buffy! Why do you want to cause me any trouble?"
"Then do what I say!"
The boy laid back on the bed. His cock, wet and shining from the sucking it had gotten, throbbed around in the air. Buffy climbed up over him and positioned her crotch above his face.
"Lick it!"
"Like fun I will. Get off me!"
She slapped his face so hard tears sprang to his eyes.
"I sucked you, and you can suck me. You have to get it wet! Or do you want me to run downstairs right this minute?"
He didn't argue. His tongue flicked out and she sank her cunt down on it. By moving back and forth, she was able to show him what she wanted, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that he caught on in nothing flat. He began to lick her until she was wet and dripping.
Next, she slid down off his chest and sat over his erect penis. She grabbed it and guided it into the wet folds of her hairless pussy. It slid in easily, and she sighed a little sigh as she sank down. It didn't fill her like Daddy's cock did, but it was big enough to cause most of the sensations she was looking for. When it was all the way inside her, she gave it a squeeze with her cunt muscles, and the boy's eyes grew large.
"Owwww, Buffy! We better not. Somebody might walk in here!"
"Shut the fuck up," the girl said. She started to ride the boy's cock hard now, bobbing up and down until the mattress under them began to squeak.
"I-I'm gonna shoot off, Buffy. I feel it starting."
"If you do, I'll kill you," she said, still bobbing up and down. "You have to wait for me, do you hear? I have to come, too."
The boy looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face. "You mean, girls shoot too?"
"Oh, you boys are so dumb! Of course we do.
"That's a lie! I never heard of that before."
"I guess you haven't, you're so dumb!"
"Ahhhhh-" he groaned then, and he popped his nuts. She felt his cock throb inside her, and she knew what was happening. She thought she felt some of his juices jet into her cavern, but she couldn't be sure. She supposed boys his age didn't shoot at much of it out as older men did. She longed for the strong, hot gushes of sperm her father and Ralph shot into her. She wanted to feel it soaking her walls and cooling her off.
Then, to her horror, his soft cock slipped out of her. She tried to hold onto it with her muscles, but it didn't work.
"DON'T COME OUT, DAMN YOU! I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET! STAY INSIDE, YOU IDIOT!"
He was frightened. He had never seen a girl in this frenzy before. He wondered if Buffy had lost her mind.
I can't stay inside! It isn't hard now."
"Then jerk on it. Get it hard again! If you don't, I'll make trouble for you! I swear I will!"
"Go to hell!" the boy hollered back. He pushed her off him and jumped off the bed. "You can say anything you want," he said, pulling his clothes on again. "If you do, I'll tell everyone what you just did to me! They'll believe me as quick as they will you. I'll tell them that you raped me!"
Buffy sat there at a loss for words. What he said was true in a way. She had raped him.
"Oh, go on then. Get out of here. You're the biggest sissy I ever heard about. If you ever talk to me at school again, I'll slap your face."
"And I'll slap yours right back. Don't worry, I wouldn't talk to you again if you were the last girl in the whole town!
He grabbed his schoolbooks and stormed out of the room.
She lay back on the bed and shoved several fingers into her burning cunt. It was on fire, and completely unsatisfied. He had popped off so fast inside her she hadn't even had time to work on her explosion. All she had was the itch. The itch that was so wonderful if it got satisfied, but so horrible if it didn't.
She began to finger herself furiously with one hand, and with the other she reached up and began to pinch the nipples of her small breasts gently, then harder. Her loins turned to fire again.
She saw Danny's face under her, scared. She had forced him to fuck her. The way Daddy had forced her. The way he had forced the other woman.
I guess you take after your old man, he'd said.
Buffy groaned, and suddenly the fingers in her cunt were wet.
Daddy must have been right.
CHAPTER TEN
Sharon Martin shook her black curls in disbelief. As long as she'd known Buffy, she didn't realize how far her friend was willing to go in the strange, adult world of sex.
Now, listening to the story of Buffy's deflowering by her father, and the incident with the man in the park, then with her father and their neighbor Ralph-
"Buffy, you mean you're really not a virgin anymore?"
"That part of my life is a thing of the past. You should try getting rid of your virginity, Sharon."
"No, I won't do that. Of course, I've done plenty of other things!"
Buffy burned with curiosity.
"What things?"
"Oh, like going down on every boy on the track team."
Buffy was impressed.
"Really? All of them?"
"Several times each. But my virginity I'm saving for later."
They were walking up Buffy's street, on their way to the library. It was the following Saturday, and Daddy was still asleep. He didn't seem to be going out early any more.
Ralph poked his head out the door of his house and smiled at the two girls. He'd seen Buffy with this cute little brunette many times. The kid was stacked. Even rounder than Buffy, with a lot more tit to show, although the two girls were the same age.
"Hi, Buffy."
"Oh, hi!" Buffy's loins began to melt.
"Want to come in for a visit? I have a few friends here."
"Friends?" Buffy asked. "Who?"
"Just some beer-drinking buddies. We're gonna watch a ball game on TV later. Tried to call your dad, but he said he wanted to sleep late. Sally took the day off shopping. It's strictly a bachelor party here."
Buffy glanced at Sharon. The dark-haired girl was visibly excited by the prospect of going into this house full of strange men. Sharon might have been saving her virginity, Buffy decided, but she got just as hot in the pants-
"Got some Cokes?" Buffy asked. Ralph nodded, and the girls giggled and went up the path. They could smell smoke and beer the minute they entered the house. The living room was already a mess. Three other men were sprawled in chairs, their shoes off. They were all about the same age as Ralph and Buffy's father. They smiled at the girls and said hello.
"Sit down," Ralph said. "I'll get you your Cokes."
He had no sooner left the room when one of the men, a dark-haired man a little shorter than Ralph but more athletic looking, rose from his chair and walked over to where the two of them were sitting on the sofa. He looked at Buffy and his blue eyes twinkled.
"So you're Buffy, are you? Ralph has told me a lot about you."
Buffy felt a little embarrassed. There was only one thing Ralph could have told the man about her, and Sharon must have known what he meant also.
Then the other two men walked over and joined him. One was taller than Ralph, with light blond hair that was almost white. He was suntanned and very handsome.
"Yeah, we've all heard a lot about you, Buffy. Ralph was just telling us how much he likes you and your father."
Buffy was a little bit alarmed. She wouldn't have minded getting into a party with them, but she was worried about Sharon and her virginity. The third man was more nondescript. Husky, brown-haired, but pleasant-looking enough. Just then Ralph came back with the Cokes.
"All of you getting acquainted?" he asked.
"Yeah," Buffy answered, "Listen, we really can't stay. We have to get some books from the library for a report at school, and they're only open a half day today." She got up and started to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute," Ralph said. "How about just staying around here and talking to us for a little bit? The ball game won't be on for a half hour." He reached down and gave his crotch a squeeze, winking at Buffy at the same time.
"Yeah," the handsome blond man said, also squeezing his crotch. "We were feelin' sort of bored before you girls came in to visit." His bulging pelvis was only inches away from Buffy's face. Buffy got a little bit angry.
"I'm sorry, but we have to go. Come on, Sharon."
Ralph caught her by the arm. "Not so fast. You didn't seem too high and mighty last week, when me and your daddy-" He glanced at Sharon.
"I know all about it," Sharon said. "And if I were you, I wouldn't be telling it around. After all, Buffy is a child."
Sharon was smart, and Buffy was proud of her at the moment.
"Yeah, well we could all get into trouble, couldn't we? Including Buffy's father?"
Buffy shot him an angry look, started to say something, then changed her mind.
"Oh, well," Sharon said the Buffy, "let's not make a big scene. What do you men want from us, anyway?"
The handsome blond man pulled down his zipper and whipped out at least eleven throbbing inches. He waved it at Sharon.
"I want to whitewash your tonsils, kid," he said.
Sharon shrugged her shoulders. She sat back down on the sofa and motioned for the man to come to her. Sucking cock was nothing new, but she doubted that she could much with one this size.
"Okay." Buffy said, "but no fucking, I mean that, or well start screaming and making trouble." She knew she was sacrificing what she really wanted for Sharon's sake, but she didn't want her friend to get into some sort of situation she didn't want to be in.
All of the men began removing their trousers. Their cocks, of various shapes and sizes, sprang immediately to life when they had stripped off their underwear. The husky, dark-haired man with the blue eyes stood in front of Buffy, and the red-headed child dropped to her knees. This man turned her on, and while she began sucking his cock she sent two of her fingers to her itching crotch. The brown-haired man noticed, and crawled down onto the floor beside her.
"Mind if I get a little taste of that sugar?"
Buffy spread her thighs wide in response. He positioned himself on his side and brought his head to the level of her crotch. Then he yanked up her skirt and pulled her panties down around her thighs. The sight of the hairless pussy almost made him blast his wad. He shot his face into the young box and began to feast on it.
Ralph did the same to Sharon. The dark-haired girl was wearing jeans with nothing on under them. When he peeled them down her legs he whistled in appreciation.
"Hey, look at this. The kid's got hair on it already." He rubbed his nose around her belly. "Don't worry, baby. Nothing will go in there you don't want." He shoved his face down between the girl's plump thighs and began to lick up and down her pussy lips in long, easy strokes. Sharon began to squirm in pleasure, and she was able to take a couple of more inches of the blond man's cock into her mouth. She was experienced with the boys at school, at least to their satisfaction, but she knew before this morning was over she'd be able to do things to them they'd never dreamed of.
"Whewwwwww-I" The blond man clasped his hands around the back of her neck. He fucked into her mouth slowly, without forcing himself all the way. He knew he was impossibly large for her to take all of him, and he wanted to make it as good as possible. The child had him on the verge already. Suddenly, he pulled out.
"Let's trade places, Ralph. I don't want to pop for a few minutes."
Ralph stood up and presented his cock to Sharon. She reached around and grabbed the cheeks of his ass, pulling him into her face, enjoying the whole experience now. She had never sucked mature men before. She liked their bodies and their masculine odors. From the slurping sounds Buffy was making, she figured her friend felt the same way.
Buffy sucked the dark-haired man until she felt his thighs begin to tremble. She had been riding up and down the shaft of his thick cock, taking almost all of it on each plunge. When she felt him tense up and tighten his ass, she forced herself down until her nose was buried in his thick bush.
"Gaaaah! You better pull off now, sugar. I can't hold off any more!"
Not a chance, Buffy thought. She lodged the cock all the way into her throat. When he exploded she began to buck her hips furiously into the other man's face, forcing him to spear his tongue more deeply into her cunt. She was melting from the heat in her loins again, and the man was actually bringing her to the explosion with his mouth, like the man in the park had done, She grabbed the brown-haired man around the back of his head and yanked on his hair, letting him know that she wanted him to stay where he was. Her head bobbed back and forth now on the standing man's cock, and she was swallowing his load in huge gulps. He seemed surprised that she was experienced enough to do that at her age, but he didn't know the crash course she had recently undergone.
When the man pulled his deflated cock out of Buffy's mouth the blond man switched to his place, leaving Sharon sprawled back on the sofa with Ralph eating her out in loud slurping noises. The girl seemed to be in heaven, and she began to groan loudly. Buffy figured none of the boys on the track team had paid her this compliment and she hoped Sharon would have enough sense to demand it in the future.
The blond man waved his already wet club at the red-headed girl.
"I think this one can take it all the way. How about it, kid? Want to give it a try?"
Buffy was close to coming, and hex passion-filled when she looked up at him nodded. He had the biggest, most beautiful piece of meat she'd ever seen. She wondered if she could have gotten it inside her cunt. But she decided she wouldn't try that now. All of the men seemed to be respecting the fact that Buffy and Sharon didn't want to be fucked. Actually, it was turning into a fun party.
The man on the floor sucked Buffy's cunt harder than ever. Buffy's hands were tearing his hair so hard it was hurting him, but he didn't complain. The sweet-meat taste of the young pussy was the most delicious thing he'd ever gotten his mouth on, and he would have sucked her without complaining if his feet were on a bed of hot coals.
Ralph had started to jerk his meat while he sucked Sharon, and he noticed his friend Mike, who was eating out Buffy's snatch, was doing the same. Both little girls appeared to be on the verge. Buffy's cries were muffled by the huge blond cock she was trying to go all the way down on, but he knew from the choked-off gasps, she was very close. Her hips were bucking wildly now, and he could see her legs tremble when he glanced over.
Sharon's legs were beginning to tremble too.
"Owwwww-" the girl cried. "I never did it this way before! Ahhh, it's sooo goooodddd!"
Ralph almost popped when he heard her words. He realized that he was sucking a virgin cunt that had never even felt a mouth there before. As good as Buffy would have tasted to him at the moment, there was nothing quite like licking his tongue into a totally unexplored cave. He'd have busted her cherry with his mouth, but he knew she was afraid of that. Buffy had given him a couple of warning glances.
Suddenly, Sharon threw her plump little thighs up and around Ralph's neck. Her pelvis began to hump so hard he dropped his cock and clutched her ass with his hands, steadying her so that she wouldn't dislodge herself from his sucking mouth.
"EEAAOOWW!" Sharon screamed then, and Ralph felt hot juices soak his tongue. There was a tight little pain in his groin, like the prick of needles, and he realized he was spewing his seed on the carpet beneath him. He hadn't been touching himself, and it came as a surprise. But he didn't mind, as long as he could keep his mouth on the child's cunt until her orgasm was over.
Buffy's cry came seconds later, mingled with a shout from the handsome blond man. She began to swallow his geyser of cum at the same time her pussy exploded into the sucking man's mouth. He held her with one hand while he beat his meat with the other, and suddenly she felt a muffled howl being echoed up inside her womb. He was coming into his hand, and the thick, sticky stuff was running through his fingers and dripping down onto the floor.
The room was filled with the sounds of panting and heavy breathing for a long time. When the girls finally pulled themselves free of the men, they dressed quickly. Buffy looked at the four of them and laughed.
"You should all take showers. And then a long nap."
The girls giggled, and the men merely smiled back. What she said was true. They were exhausted.
Buffy and Sharon said a hurried goodbye and left. They had no wish to stay around any longer. Things at Ralph's house could only get more complicated after this first session.
They went to the library and Sharon walked Buffy back home.
"Sharon," Buffy said. "I haven't told you everything that went on between Daddy and me and Ralph and all that."
"You mean there's MORE?"
"Yes. Well, I told you about most of the sex and all, but I didn't mention that Daddy and Ralph actually raped me."
Sharon was a liberated child for her age. And an intelligent one. She was shocked.
"RAPED YOU?"
"Shhhh! Yes. But you don't understand. You see, I wanted to be raped."
"Buffy, I don't believe you! Nobody wants to get raped!"
"Well it's true. And I wanted to. And I've found out that there are a lot of other women who want to get raped, too. In fact, I saw a woman get raped. And she was begging the man to do it to her."
"Buffy!"
"Cross my heart." Buffy decided not to mention that it was her own father who'd done the job. "I could show you things like that."
"I'd be afraid."
"You needn't be. You don't have to get involved. All we have to do is spy. Something always happens in that park in the morning. We could go tomorrow."
Sharon had to admit her curiosity was aroused.
"Well, maybe. Give me a call."
Buffy went into her house and to her room. She sat on her bed for a long time, wondering why her father had suddenly decided to become such a drag. She decided she would never understand grownups at all.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Daddy, why don't you go to the park anymore?"
Ed Malone avoided his daughter's eyes. He was lying in bed. It was Sunday morning, and he'd decided to sleep late again.
"I don't want to discuss that with you, Buffy. I want you to forget anything you ever saw happen in that park between me and anybody else, and between me and you, too."
"And what about in my bedroom-with you and Ralph."
"I want you to forget that, too. I think I was-well, crazy or something. I think you were too. We'd both better try to forget that those things ever happened."
Buffy sat down on the side of his bed.
"Daddy, you don't have to worry about the danger! Listen, I could be your lookout!"
The man stared at her, not quite believing what he heard.
"My what?"
"Your lookout! I could look out for you, to make sure nobody was coming. And warn you if anybody was. I know the park real well, and I know certain places to hide and-"
The man sat bolt upright in bed.
"Listen here, Buffy, you think if I had a lookout it would make everything all right? I'm telling you that I realize what I've been doing is crazy-insane. I can't do those things any longer. It was wrong, and I'm lucky I haven't ended up in prison. I'm through with that, and with boozing, and the whole silly mess. And if I ever hear of you getting involved in anything like that again, I'll see you get sent to the strictest girls' school I can find. You'll stay there until you're old enough to know right from wrong!"
Buffy left his bedroom in disgust. Sharon was already at the front door when she got downstairs.
"Come on," Buffy said, "it's best to get there as early as possible."
The two girls walked along in a high state of excitement. By the time they got to the park entrance, Buffy had forgotten the conversation with her father. Who needed him, anyway? He wasn't the only man around, she was sure, who could provide the kind of excitement she was looking for.
The girls walked to the little hill across the meadow from the big rock. They waited for a long time, but nobody at all came down the path or out of the woods. Then Buffy suggested going to the place near the zoo entrance where she had met the young man. They walked around that area for some time also, but nothing was going on.
"I think we're the only people in the park this morning," Sharon said.
"I don't think so," Buffy replied. "There are usually people around-it just takes a while to find them."
They took a stroll around the lake, and then they reached a section of woods where the public park officially ended. There was a wire fence, "Let's climb the fence and take a shortcut back to your house," Sharon said. "We can try the park again next week, Buffy. I don't want to hang around here anymore."
Buffy shrugged her shoulders. Her friend was probably right. Things never seemed to happen when you really wanted them to.
They helped each other over the fence and made their way through a narrow path banked on each side by dense growths of bushes, weeds, and trees. They walked slowly, being careful not to scratch themselves on branches and thorny plants in their way.
Then they heard the scream. A woman's voice. It sounded terrified. A couple of men's voices could be heard too. The girls stopped in their tracks.
"Where did that come from?" Sharon asked.
"I'm not sure," Buffy answered. "It sounded like it came from over in that direction." She pointed to the left.
The girls made their way a little farther down the path. After about twenty yards, they saw another path, a narrower one, leading off to the left, so overgrown that it was almost impossible to walk through it.
"Come on!" Buffy said. "But be very quiet." She had no sooner said the words when another scream was heard, louder than before. The girls began to work their way into the smaller path.
As they got nearer, the men's voices became louder, too.
"Hold her! Don't let her get away!"
"I got her. Get her fucking pants off. Hey, Rod, help me hold her down. The bitch scratched me!"
"Why, that two-bit whore!"
There was a slapping sound, and the woman screamed again.
I'm afraid," Sharon said.
"Come on!" Buffy whispered. "Well just get close enough to see what's going on. If they see us, we can run like hell."
The little girls continued sneaking through the path, crouched low and hidden by the overgrown bushes and weeds on either side of them. It took a few minutes, but they finally saw the small clearing. Through some tall grass they saw the bed of leaves and pine needles circled by trees. There must have, been a larger path on the other side of the clearing, because several motorcycles were leaned against the trees.
Four men in leather jackets and caps were holding a girl down on the ground. A woman, really. About twenty-five years old, the girls guessed. They all looked like hippies. The men had long hair almost down to their shoulders, and the girl was dressed in patched jeans and a tank top. Her hair was straight and uncombed. There was no makeup on her face, but she would probably have been pretty if she'd been better groomed. The girls crouched down in a place where they could get a good view of the clearing without being seen. They were no more than fifty feet away from the clearing.
One of the men began to drag the girl's jeans down her legs. She kicked and tried to get away from him. He slapped her face, and she cried out again.
"You hit me again, and I'll kill you, you motherfucker!" she screamed. "You think you're so fucking tough, don't you?"
"Shut your dirty hole, you scumbag!"
The girl began to cry. "What the fuck are you doing this to me for?"
"Because Bennie told us to."
"I don't believe you! I'm Bennie's chick. I've always been Bennie's chick!"
"Yeah, until Bennie found out you were fucking half the Red Devils."
"That's a fucking lie! I never fucked the Red Devils! Somebody set me up for this. It's that goddamn Phyllis! She was always jealous of me and Bennie."
"Yeah, well that ain't what Bennie told us. He said we should make raw meat out of you!"
The girl was almost hysterical now. She knew it was impossible to reason with them. And in her condition, she was not able to talk reasonably at any rate. The man who pulled off her jeans stood up and began to slip out of his levis. He pushed them down to his knees. The girls could only see him from the back, but his body was big and husky. The woman screamed again.
Another one of the motorcycle gang yanked her head back by grabbing her dirty blonde hair roughly.
"You open your mouth again and we'll lay you out cold. You want it in your sleep?"
The girl was quiet then. This was a rough bunch, and she knew she could only push them so far. If she made any more trouble, it would only go worse on her.
The man crawled down between her legs, which were being held wide apart by the other three. With no preliminaries, he pushed into her.
"EEEAAAYYYHHH!" she cried. He was hurting her, evidently. Buffy and Sharon watched his ass bobbing up and down in the air. The woman's face was a mask of pain, and she continued to cry loud enough for the girls to hear, although she had stopped protesting.
Another man dropped his Levis and squatted down over her face.
"Lick the lollipop!" he said. He was a thin, wiry man, who had removed his leather jacket and was wearing only a white tee shirt. His arms were tattooed from shoulder to wrist, and the girls could see a large skull and crossbones on his left bicep.
"Ugh! He looks dirty!" Sharon whispered.
"He's got a big cock, though," Buffy whispered back.
"Oh, Buffy, that's all you ever think about!"
"Shhhh!"
The wiry man forced his cock into the woman's mouth. She didn't seem to like the idea of sucking him, but she knew it would do no good to protest. He began shoving into her throat hard, and the watching girls thought they heard the woman gag.
The other two men were unbuckling their trousers and holding her arms down at the same time. They removed their boots and managed to get their pants all the way off. Now they sat, nude from the waist down, on the ground. Their cocks were hard, and the girls got a good view of them.
"They're going to take turns with her," Buffy said. "I'll bet they all fuck her!"
Sharon felt frightened, but at the same time a feeling of almost unbearable excitement rippled through her body. This was exactly what Buffy had promised to show her in the park, and she had given up on the idea. If she hadn't suggested climbing the wire fence and taking a shortcut home, they would never have seen what they were watching now. She pressed her thighs together, realizing that the scene before her eyes was making her all warm down there. She wondered if Buffy was feeling the same thing. She glanced over, and her question was answered.
Buffy had unzipped the front of her jeans and had her hand pushed well up inside the fly. The hand was making little back-and-forth movements.
Sharon watched for a moment, and then decided to do the same thing. Suddenly, Buffy opened her jeans and slid them down. She had three fingers buried deeply into her snatch.
"Buffy," Sharon said, "how can you push your fingers so far up inside?"
"I'm not a virgin anymore, remember? I could get my whole hand up there, probably."
Sharon also peeled her jeans down. She inserted one finger into her pussy as far as it would go, which wasn't very far. She gave a hard jab, but found that the pain was taking away her excitement.
"OH! THAT HURTS TOO MUCH!"
"For heaven's sake, Sharon, keep your voice down. Do you want those men to hear us?"
Sharon almost trembled with fright at the possibility. Both girls continued to finger their little boxes while they watched the scene in the clearing.
The husky man between the woman's legs was fucking fast now. As the girls watched his back stiffened and his buttocks tensed. Then they heard a little cry, and they knew he was shooting off into her. He held still for a few seconds, and then pulled roughly out.
"Get your cock out of her mouth and fuck her now!" he said to the wiry man. He must have been the leader of the pack, because the wiry man obeyed his orders immediately. The husky man then got over her face and presented her with his slimy pole.
"Lick it clean!"
"NO!"
The man slapped her face. The woman cried out, a pitiful sob of submission, and opened her mouth, allowing him to push the cock inside. Buffy remembered her father doing something like this to her mother. It seemed more evil to her now, for some reason. Perhaps the woman in the clearing had been slapped harder than her mother had. And maybe it was because there were four against one. Some of the excitement of the rape was beginning to wane. However, sex was sex, and she was getting yet another opportunity to watch adults fucking. It had to be the most exciting thing in the world, under any circumstances.
The wiry man had a skinny ass, covered with black hair. He spread the woman's thighs and lifted them. The woman's legs were long and well shaped. Her feet were encased in dirty sandals, which the men hadn't bothered to remove. The girls wished they could have gotten a better look at her. Especially since the husky man who was fucking her mouth now reached down and tore her tank top open. She began to yank her head around, and managed to get his cock out of her mouth.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! NOW WHAT WILL I WEAR HOME?"
The husky man grabbed her breasts and squeezed them so hard she howled in pain. He laughed.
"Who said you're going home, bitch?"
"What-what do you mean?"
"I mean that when we get through with you, there's just gonna be enough left to bury in that creek over there."
She began to scream at the top of her lungs then. One of the men holding her legs reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switchblade knife. He flicked it open and stuck the point against her throat.
"You wanna hurry things up, or you wanna buy yourself a little more time?"
The terrified woman didn't dare move a muscle, for fear the point of the knife would penetrate her skin. Then the husky man sank his cock back into her mouth.
"Just keep that knife a few inches away, Stash. I don't wanna get castrated by mistake!"
"I'm getting scared, Sharon," Buffy said. "What if they kill her? Like he threatened-to do?"
"Don't be silly, Buffy. They wouldn't dare do a thing like that. They're just trying to scare her, that's all. I thought you liked to see this kind of thing."
"Well, I do, but not if he kills her. I mean, I like to see a girl get held down and fucked and all that, but I didn't know men like this came into the park."
Just then the wiry man between the woman's legs let out a howl loud enough to be heard on the other side of the lake.
"FUCKING SHIT! AGGGHHHH! OWWWW, I'M POPPING OFF!"
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" the husky gang leader said. "Just shoot, and get out of there. You got two more waitin'."
"How can she take so many at the same time?" Sharon said.
"Maybe she can't," Buffy replied. "Let's see."
The girls continued to watch as though hypnotized, fingering their cunts furiously at the same time.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The husky man and the wiry man exchanged places with the other two. They held down the woman's arms and legs.
"Nah," one of the other men said. "Stash and me want to plug her butt."
"That's right," Stash said. He and the other man were enough alike to be twins. They both had dirty blond hair like the woman's. Their legs were covered with a thick fur of it, and their cocks stuck straight out from their bellies like billy clubs. Both of them were standing and scratching their balls.
Buffy and Sharon could see the woman's breasts now. They were well formed and poking up high. They flattened very little when she lay on her back. The girls wondered if she were younger than she appeared.
"I wish I had tits like that," Buffy said. "I'll bet mine never get to be that size!"
"Mine will probably get even bigger," Sharon said.
"Oh, you're always bragging!"
But Buffy knew it was true. Sharon was already developed far beyond her years. She could have easily passed for five years older if her face had not been so babyish.
"She has a beautiful body," Sharon said.
"If she'd take a bath," Buffy replied coldly. She knew that part of her remark stemmed from jealousy. The woman on the ground had a really knockout build, like a couple of the schoolteachers Buffy had seen in the showers at gym. They didn't shower with the students, but occasionally it was possible to sneak a peek if you knew just where to loiter around at the right time. Mrs. McAllister, her homeroom teacher, belonged to the faculty softball team, and Buffy had seen her shower on several occasions.
The woman on the ground stared up at the men in genuine fright, "What do you mean, my butt? You stay out of there, you goddamn gorillas!"
One of the blond men stuck his foot out and pushed it roughly against the side of her face, making her wince.
"Relax, bitch. Bennie said you like it that way."
"That's a fucking lie! Bennie's never done that to me. I'd have killed him if he ever tried."
"Then we'll just have to tell him how it was!"
"Look," Sharon said. "Those two have leaves stuck to their asses."
"That's because they were sitting on the ground," Buffy said.
Sharon giggled. "They look funny. Do you think they're twins? They look like twins to me."
"I don't know," Buffy answered. "If they are, I feel sorry for their mother."
The wiry man and the husky man flipped the woman over on her stomach. She kicked and protested, but the switchblade was quickly pressed against the back of her neck as a warning. Her struggling immediately stopped. Instead, her body began to shake with fright.
"They aren't really going to try to put it in there, are they?" Sharon asked.
Buffy didn't know whether to tell Sharon that she had seen her father do this to another woman, and that she herself had let Ralph do it to her. She decided against confessing this little item at the moment.
The gang leader and the wiry man flipped the woman over like she weighed nothing at all. Her ass was also covered with leaves from the slightly damp ground. The white hills of her buttocks were round and firm, two perfectly shaped globes of soft, yet firm, flesh. One of the blond men looked down at the twin mounds and began to pull his meat to a firmer erection.
"Man, oh man, wait 'till Bennie hears about how I plowed into that. It'll blow his mind, man. That's just about the sweetest lookin' butt I ever saw!"
Stash, the other blond, said, "Do it then, and stop talkin' about it. We don't have all day!"
The woman's asscheeks tensed, and Buffy knew how she felt. The anticipation of such an ordeal was worse than the real thing.
"Okay, man, okay, cool it. I want my dick nice and hard, so she'll really know she's got a piece of meat packed in there!"
He knelt down and pressed his large rod between the cheeks.
"He's just going to do it dry?" Sharon whispered loudly.
Buffy gulped. She couldn't imagine how it would have felt if Ralph hadn't used spit. She supposed she'd have been torn beyond repair. As she watched, the man lunged in brutally and the woman screamed so loudly the girls were afraid she was dying.
"Shut the bitch up, Stash. I can't fuck with all that noise going on!"
Stash got around in front and yanked the woman's head off the ground. Kneeling, he shoved his cock into her mouth.
"You bite it and you won't have a throat left to scream with."
He shoved her head roughly down onto his pole and held it there, cutting off her air supply.
The man held her hips up off the ground and hammered into her backside brutally. Buffy saw how she must have looked when Ralph did the same thing to her. But the woman on the ground wasn't responding with passion. There seemed to be no excitement in her groin. Buffy's cunt had been on fire when it happened to her. Perhaps it was because Daddy fucked her in the front at the same time. Or perhaps it was because the woman simply didn't enjoy what was happening. Buffy was confused. Didn't all women like to be raped?
Sharon fell back onto the ground and tried to push two fingers into her small hole.
"Owww, Buffy! I'm getting hot! Why don't they eat her out? Why don't they make her feel good, like Ralph did to me?"
"I don't know," Buffy said. "I don't think I'd feel good, either. Not with those four!"
"I think I'd rather play with myself than watch them!" Sharon said. The darkhaired girl rolled onto her back and continued to finger her pussy as fast as she could.
Buffy looked at her friend for a moment. She had never taken a good look at Sharon's little cunt, and the already-prominent black pubic hair fascinated her.
"When did you start getting hair on your pussy, Sharon?"
"Almost a year ago."
"It's real pretty."
"Thanks. Don't you have any at all?"
"Just one or two. I guess it will take a long time for mine to start showing the way yours do."
"Let's see." Sharon examined Buffy's cunt closely. "Well, maybe you don't have any hair yet, but it's still very pretty. I can see why your father liked it."
"Let's not talk any more about me and Daddy, Sharon. He doesn't want to do those things anymore. He told me so."
Sharon still couldn't believe that Buffy had been so lucky. She had a secret dream of climbing into bed with her own father. So far, she hadn't even had the chance to see him naked.
"Sharon," Buffy said, "do you mind if I lick you?"
"Lick me? You mean like Ralph did?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't know."
"Look, if it will make you feel any better, we could do it to each other. I mean, that way we'll both be doing something that the other one can't tattle about. Because we both did it. Right?"
Sharon thought for a moment.
"I guess it would be all right. If you could make me feel good the way Ralph did."
"And if you could make me feel good the way the man in the park did-"
That seemed to settle it. The two girls bent their heads towards each other's crotches.
Just then they heard the whistle. It was so loud it almost shattered their ears.
They jumped back up and looked toward the clearing.
Three uniformed policemen were suddenly on the scene. Two of them drew guns and pointed them at the leather-jacketed men.
"Okay, break it up. Stand up with your hands behind your heads!" one of the officers barked.
The man fucking the woman in the ass seemed unable to stop. His hips were hammering so fast it was impossible for him to call an immediate halt, to the movements.
"I-I'M ABOUT TO-I CANT-!"
An officer ran over and grabbed him roughly around the neck, pulling him over onto his back and out of the woman at the same time. Just then his cock exploded and cum flew into the air, splattering himself and the policeman at the same time.
The policeman hit him roughly across the side of the head.
"You filthy crud. I'll take this out on you at the station!"
"I'm-I'm sorry, officer. Gee, man, it ain't like I wanted to. I mean, I couldn't help-"
The officer hit him again, and he rolled back on the ground, holding the side of his head.
The other men were standing as ordered, with their hands behind their heads. They looked comical with their Levi's around their ankles, or completely naked.
"Okay, get your pants on. The first one puts a hand in his pocket gets a new belly button!"
The woman slowly rolled over and sat up. Her face was streaming with tears, and she was unable to speak. Sobs wracked her body. One of the policemen helped her to her feet. She got into her jeans shakily, and put the tattered remains of her tank top on, holding the torn fragments over her breasts.
"Okay, all of you walk ahead. And I do mean walk!"
The policeman who spoke was still pointing a gun at the entire group. The men continued to hold their hands behind their necks.
"What about our bikes?" one of the gang said.
"We'll see they get taken good care of. You guys won't need them for a long, long time. Let me tell you punks something. Rape is hard to prove unless you're caught red-handed. But when you are, you get the book thrown at you. Maybe you should have checked out the laws in this state before you pulled this little stunt this afternoon."
"Aw, man," the gang leader said, "this cow's been plugged so many times she didn't even feel it!"
The woman began to sob hysterically.
"MOVE OUT!" the gun-pointing officer bellowed.
The girl walked with the policemen. The men walked ahead in a single file. As Buffy and Sharon had suspected, there was another path on the other side of the clearing. It must have been a main one, or they couldn't have driven their motorcycles in.
"Whew!" Sharon said, when they all had disappeared from sight. "That was really exciting!"
"Yeah," Buffy agreed. But something else troubled the girl's mind. She had a strange vision of her father being one of the men led out of the woods at the end of a policeman's revolver.
The two girls sat on the ground for a long time, feeling a bit numb from the experience.
"What do you think will happen to them?" Sharon finally asked.
"I don't know," Buffy answered. "The policeman said the laws about rape are very strict in this state."
"I guess it wouldn't be so bad if the woman told the police she had wanted them to do those things to her."
"Well," Buffy Said, "the way she was screaming and hollering, the police must have heard her. In fact, they might have been watching for a long time. They might have even gone back to their car and called for help."
"I guess you're right," Sharon agreed, reached down and felt her pussy again. It was still a little wet. Buffy's tongue had just started to lick it when the whistle blew. "It was exciting though, wasn't it?"
Buffy reached down and fingered her own vagina. "Yeah, I guess so. It's more exciting, though, when everybody likes it."
"Well," Sharon said, "I certainly enjoyed watching. I never saw that sort of thing before. I wonder what it would feel like if it happened to me."
Buffy could see that her friend was beginning to squirm again.
"Are you still hot, Sharon?"
"Oh, yes! I don't know what I'll do if I can't make myself explode!"
"Well, we could finish what we started a little while ago."
"Do you mind, Buffy? I'll still do it to you, too."
The little girls resumed their former sixty-nine position. Buffy leaned over and put her mouth into her friend's crotch. She had never done this before, and the feel of Sharon's dark pubic hairs felt funny against her tongue. When she felt Sharon's mouth on her own pussy lips, her interest seemed to get more intense, and she began to lick the other girl's cunt with renewed energy.
When Buffy's mouth started to really work on her, Sharon decided to give as good as she was getting. She grabbed Buffy's bare ass and pulled the girl's crotch roughly into her face. Buffy's cunt lips seemed to open wider than Sharon's. She supposed it was because Buffy had had cocks shoved all the way up inside there. In a way, this fact fascinated the girl. She probed in with her tongue, sailing past the smooth, hairless lips, and tried to see how far up her friend she could go. Her tongue disappeared completely, and still she met with no barriers.
Buffy was equally fascinated with the tightness of Sharon's pussy. There seemed very little room beyond the small lips of the vagina. Her tongue pushed and pushed, but it wouldn't go past a certain point. She concentrated instead on licking straight up and down the lips. The clit began to get erect, and Buffy knew enough to give it a little nibble, hoping that Sharon would have enough sense to follow suit.
In a moment, both girls were moaning and squirming their bodies against one another, rolling from side to side on the ground.
Buffy saw the four feet first. She pulled her head away from Sharon and Sharon saw them too. Both girls gave a startled cry. They looked up and saw two policemen staring down at them. They weren't the same policemen who'd been in the clearing.
"And just what do you two think your doing?" one of the cops asked.
"They're probably friends of those others," the other cop said. "They were probably lookouts. They're in trouble!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Let's go!" one of the officers said.
Buffy gave the two men a quick appraisal. They were both tall, in their mid-thirties, she would have guessed. One of them had a moustache and long sideburns. His hair was black. The other had brown hair, cut a little shorter. They both seemed athletically built, and their faces were square-jawed and handsome.
Buffy batted her green eyes at them.
"Honestly, Mr. Officer," she said to the one with the moustache and sideburns, "we aren't part of that gang that was down there. We were just watching and seeing what they were doing to that woman. We would have tried to help her, but we were afraid of those men!"
"If you were afraid, you shouldn't have stayed around here. And just why were you two playing with each other like that?"
This question came from the brown-haired cop.
Buffy was thinking fast. If her father found out she was involved in another spying game, his threat of a girls' school hung over her like a dark cloud. And there would be nothing she could do about it. Even if she threatened to tell her mother what he'd done to her, she doubted if she'd be believed. Her alternate plan meant the sacrifice of her best friend, though.
"Well," Buffy said, "to tell you the truth, Sharon here-" She glanced at Sharon. The dark-haired girl was just sitting and staring, too frightened to open her mouth. "-she was fascinated by seeing a woman get raped. She told me she'd always wanted that to happen to her, too. She wanted to see it happen."
The policemen shook their heads in disbelief.
"Now I've heard everything," the policeman with the moustache said. "You expect us to believe that?"
"Look how excited she got watching," Buffy said. "You saw what we were doing. She begged me to do it!"
Sharon shot an angry look at Buffy.
"Liar! I'll never speak to you again!" Sharon spat out.
"Okay, get your pants up and come along. And be quick about it," the moustache said.
"Hold it, Kyle," the brown-haired cop said. There was a noticeable bulge starting in his crotch, and he reached down and gave it a little squeeze. "I don't know who these little bums are, but they sure as hell were turned on by that orgy in the woods. Shit man, I ain't had a piece of tail in a week. The old lady's got the red flag up. Why don't we try these two out?"
"Are you crazy? I don't even think they're teen-aged yet."
"Who the fuck cares? They sure as hell ain't gonna cause any trouble about it." He began to unbuckle his uniform pants. He took off his gun holster and laid it on the ground. "You stand there and keep watch. If the redhead tries to run away, shoot her."
Buffy was alarmed, but she knew he wasn't serious. Not about the shooting, at least. She was familiar by now with the way adults chose to frighten children. She'd seen a lot of it in the past couple of weeks.
The officer had his trousers completely off now. The other cop shrugged his shoulders, and began to dart his eyes around in every direction. From where he stood, nobody could have approached within a hundred yards without being seen. Unless it was a midget.
Sharon crouched back on the ground, her eyes wide with terror. The policeman approaching her was nude from the waist down. He had kept on his shoes and socks, and that was all. His cock was almost as big as the blond man's she'd sucked at Ralph's house, and there was no way on earth he could get inside her virgin pussy without killing her. Or so she thought.
"Look," the officer said, crouching down and spreading the child's thighs wide. "It's still wet. Hey, Red," he said to Buffy, "you sure know how to use your mouth. Why don't you take care of my friend's cock?"
The idea appealed less to Buffy than it should have. She was puzzled by the fact that nothing this morning had excited her to the point that she had expected.
The policeman with the moustache unzipped his fly and pulled out a cock almost as big as his fellow officer's. It was circumcised, and the red head was straining forward already, pushing the rest of the skin so tightly back on the shaft it shone like silk.
"Yeah, get over here and let's see how that mouth of yours works on a dick."
Buffy felt that she and Sharon, despite what they had to do with the policemen, were buying their freedom. She didn't want to screw up the works now. She quickly advanced to where the handsome officer stood and dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Play with your pussy when you suck me," he said. "I want to watch!"
Buffy did as she was told. She held his cock in one hand and with the other she inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and began to work them in and out.
The other officer was between Sharon's legs now, on his knees. He lifted them, bending the knees, and pushed them straight back. Holding them with one hand, he spit into the palm of his other hand and smeared the end of his cock.
Suddenly, Sharon panicked.
"You can't!" she cried. "I'm a virgin! You can't do it!"
He smiled at her.
"Well, now, that's kind of interesting. You see, I've made a specialty all my life, of busting cherries. Every chance I get. I was in Mexico once, little girl, and you can buy cherries there for five dollars a bust." He placed the wet head of his club against the tender lips of her pussy and moved it up and down. "Just remember, once it's gone, you don't ever have to worry about losing it again!" With that, he flexed his buttocks and half his cock tore into her hole, ripping out everything that was in the way. The child screamed. Her screams grew louder and louder. Blood began to trickle from the stretched hole, and her body shook convulsively.
"Hey, Kyle," the fucking officer said, "get over here and sit on her face or something. We can't have that screaming going on. She'll have everybody in the park coming around."
The other cop pulled his dick out of Buffy's mouth and approached the prostrate Sharon. He glared down at her.
"You want my ass in your face?" he asked, unbuckling his trousers.
Sharon's eyes were filled with tears of terror and pain. She stopped screaming, and she shook her head back and forth. She tried to speak, but her voice could not form words. Every sound from her throat was like a hiccup. The standing cop buckled his pants again, but he left his cock out, throbbing and glistening.
"Maybe she'd like to have this for a pacifier instead," he said. He squatted down and pressed the head of his dong against her lips. "Suck it, baby. Suck the milk out of that bottle!"
Sharon closed her mouth over the cock. Then the brown-haired policeman shoved several more inches of his prick into her hole and she screamed again. The other officer reached into his back pocket and produced a handkerchief. He quickly tied it around the girl's mouth and fastened it as tightly as he could. When she tried to tear it away, he grabbed her hands and held them straight out behind her. "Go ahead," he said to the other man. "You might as well finish the job. Half a cherry ain't worth a shit!"
The brown-haired officer thrust brutally, and he was lodged all the way into the little brunette's womb. He began to slide in and out. The channel was so tight it was painful for him. He looked down and saw the pussy, stretched and bleeding. It looked like he was pulling it inside out each time he drew back.
"Holy shit, Kyle, this is about the tightest one I ever got. I think those little Mexican cunts were fakin' it!"
"Hey you," Kyle said to Buffy. "Get over here and put your knees on her arms. That way you can hold her down and suck my cock at the same time." Buffy knelt in front of him, after he had carefully placed one of Sharon's arms under each of her knees. Her crotch was positioned just above the bound girl's mouth. She felt sorry for Sharon, but she knew when the ordeal was over, Sharon would realize that losing her virginity was less important than being arrested and having her parents find out the things she'd been up to.
The cop with the moustache stood up in front of Buffy again, and his cock pressed once more into her open mouth. He shoved hard, and lodged it deeply into her throat. Buffy was an expert at taking them all the way down now. She had no trouble with the size of this one. It was hardly bigger than her father's. The man began to shove his hips forward and backward with increased speed, making her blow him at the tempo he demanded.
Sharon's moans under the handkerchief gag became less and less audible. Although her body continued to convulse with pain from time to time, she stopped protesting. The man who was fucking noticed that the walls of her pussy were loosening, allowing him more freedom of movement. He took advantage of the opportunity by plowing in harder and faster.
"Hey, lookie here, Kyle, I think she's starting to like it. Look at the way her little ass is starting to squirm."
"Yeah," the standing officer said, panting. Buffy was giving him one of the best blow jobs of his life. And he'd had plenty. Almost every girl he'd ever arrested seldom got away without sucking him off. It was one of the fringe benefits of his job. "Let's take her gag off. Maybe she can lick her friend's pussy while you finish her off."
The brown-haired policeman reached over and untied the handkerchief. Sharon seemed to gasp for breath at first, but she said nothing.
"Okay," the standing man said to Buffy. "Just lower your little pussy down and let her eat it out. She was doin' a good job of that when we found you two."
Buffy did as she was instructed. She felt Sharon's tongue immediately shoot up and begin to lick her smooth lips back and forth lovingly. The sensation was incredible! Then Sharon's head lifted up and she tried to get more and more of her tongue into her friend's hot hole. Buffy sat down harder and allowed the tongue to go anywhere it wanted to. She felt the familiar melting sensation in her loins again. It was the first time this morning she had been truly on fire! She sucked furiously on the policeman's cock.
"Hmmmm! Umph!" Sharon was making ecstatic little noises against her friends hot box. She was gyrating her hips now, and squeezing the cock that had so recently torn into her without mercy.
"Shit! She's a hot little bitch, Kyle. She's starting to milk me! I think I'm gonna blow off in about a minute!"
The standing officer was panting and grunting so hard he scarcely heard the other man's words. He grabbed Buffy's red hair and began to smash his hips into her face. Every time he shoved his cock all the way into the girl's throat he almost broke her nose against his rock-hard lower belly. It was all Buffy could do to keep from fainting for want of oxygen. He didn't allow her to take a breath between thrusts. But she knew from the way his cock was hardening and throbbing it would all be over soon.
Buffy was near her own climax. She hated to do this to Sharon, but she couldn't hold herself back. She began to grind her pelvis down hard on her friend's face, and the volcano inside her started its first eruptions.
"UGGH! AAGH!" she began to cry in little gagging sounds against the cock in her throat. "AAGGGHHH!"
She was almost screaming against the man's cock now. The vibrations that her screaming throat made felt like an electric massage, and the cock couldn't hold back.
"EEEOOOOWWWWW-" the man shouted, not caring now how loud the noises were that came from where they were. His cock exploded in the girl's mouth and she immediately choked on the impossibly strong fountain of cum that flooded her gullet. She pulled off, still choking, and the rest of his load shot out and hit her in the face. At the same time she continued to smash her crotch into Sharon's face, almost smothering the girl on the ground. Then the other man shouted.
"OH! OH! OH, HOLY SHIT! I-I'M GONNA- AHHHHHHH!"
The brown-haired policeman began to shoot a torrent of cream into Sharon's torn womb. The vibrations, and the feel of the hot, thick spurts seemed to be all the girl needed to reach her own climax. She forgot fear and pain and humiliation at this moment, and her stretched little pussy began to squeeze and milk the enormous prick inside her wildly.
Buffy had already gotten to her feet. Sharon's arms were free now, and the brunette girl reached down and grabbed the policeman around the buttocks, trying to hold him inside her as long as she could. When her bucking hips finally quieted down, he pulled out. He took the handkerchief that had been tied around her mouth and wiped his slimy, bloody cock off. Then he cleaned her between the legs and tossed the soiled handkerchief into the bushes. He stood up and put his trousers back on. The other man zipped up. When they were fully dressed and presentable they looked at the two little girls..
"Now get your asses out of here and don't come around here again! You understand?"
"Yes!" Buffy answered quickly.
"Don't worry!" Sharon added.
The policemen walked away quickly. They went in the direction of the clearing and the girls guessed that they were in charge of guarding the motorcycles until someone came to haul them away.
Buffy and Sharon ran back the way they came. They hurried back over the wire fence and through the park, not looking to the right or left until they were once more out onto the street, heading in the direction of Buffy's house. Sharon walked a little funny.
"You all right?" Buffy asked.
"I think something's running down my leg."
"I think I know what it is," Buffy answered. "You know, Sharon, I think this business about getting enthusiastic about something, and then dropping it after a while. Like my stamp collection. And then cooking. Mrs. McAllister said I can't keep my mind on one thing for more than a few weeks at a time."
Sharon was silent.
"Anyway," Buffy said. "I don't think I'll be going to that park again. At least, not early in the morning. I think I'll start doing something else with my weekends. I didn't enjoy today very much." Sharon was still silent. Strangely silent.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Danny Bates and Buffy sat in the girl's room again. It took quite a bit of coaxing on her part to entice him there, and he still wondered if it was wise to see her again.
But Buffy had been different that day when she asked him over. They'd run into each other in the library. He was alone at a corner table by the window, out of earshot of the librarian.
"I don't want to talk to you," Danny said in a loud whisper.
"I can understand that," Buffy said, sitting down next to him. "But I feel so terrible about the other day, I at least want to say I'm sorry."
The apology won half the battle for her. Danny wasn't a boy who carried a grudge.
"Well, that's okay. I mean, I didn't act very nice either."
"What are you studying?"
"History. As usual. I never seem to get my dates straight."
Buffy knew there was a big test coming up. Danny wasn't a particularly good student, although he tried hard. History was her best subject.
"Listen, Danny, I've figured out a whole system for memorizing dates. Honest. I've been using it for a couple of years."
"What is it?"
"Oh, it's too hard to explain. I have a whole chart written out at home. I'll bring it to you tomorrow, and you can make a copy and study it."
"But the test is tomorrow! I won't have time!"
"Okay, then, come on over to the house and we'll make up a copy that you can study tonight."
"Oh. I don't know-"
"Well, suit yourself. I was only trying to be friendly."
The boy felt miserable. She seemed so different-so nice. And there was no denying that he liked Buffy's looks. He always had. In some ways, she was the neatest looking girl he knew.
"Well, I guess it'd be okay for a little while."
Buffy had laughed then.
"My goodness, I'll leave the door open if you want me to."
But she hadn't left the door open. They were sitting on her bed now, and he had just finished copying a chart that broke down dates and major events in such a simple, clear way that anybody could have memorized it in an hour.
"This is really neat, Buffy. Where'd you get it?"
"I figured it out for myself. I'm a history whiz, didn't you know that?"
Danny was impressed, "Well, thanks a lot. This could save my life."
Buffy gave him a warm smile. He noticed for the first time how green and beautiful her eyes were.
"Don't worry, Danny, you're very smart in a lot of your subjects, and you're the best athlete at school. So don't feel bad if there are a few subjects you have trouble learning. Nobody is good at everything."
No girl had ever talked to him this way. He felt a little bit proud of himself at the moment. Buffy was close to him on the bed now. He wondered why he'd never noticed how red her hair was. It was redder, in fact, than any hair he'd ever seen. And there were just a few freckles scattered across her nose. It made her face look very cute. He began to sweat under his collar.
Buffy stretched out and propped her head up on one elbow. She looked deeply into his eyes.
"There are a lot of subjects I could help you with, if you get stuck. Studies always come easy for me. I don't know why, they just do. I guess it's because I don't spend any time with sports and things like that."
"But you're terrific on the girl's basketball team. I've seen you play." He thought about the times he'd noticed her long, shapely legs in her gym shorts.
"Yeah, but when the game's over I forget all about it."
"Buffy-"
"What?"
"Would you mind if I-" He felt tongue-tied and awkward.
"What?"
"Well, just kissed you. I mean, that's all. Just a kiss."
She reached out and put a hand over his. She gave him a gentle little squeeze.
"Okay. But let's be real cool about it, all right? I don't want to get carried away, like the last time."
"I promise we won't."
"All right, then."
Danny felt like he was the aggressor now. It was a totally different feeling. Buffy simply laid there, waiting for him to make the first move. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly against hers. Then he drew away.
"Was that-all right?"
Buffy's instincts with men came as naturally to her as her school studies did.
"That was wonderful, Danny. I'll bet you kiss better than any boy at school,"
"Really?"
He leaned down and kissed her again. This time her lips parted every so slightly. He had a sudden urge to explore between them with his tongue and to his surprise he found that she didn't resist. His tongue got bolder and slipped farther into her mouth. Then her tongue touched his, and they began slipping them around and rubbing them together.
The mouth contact immediately gave Danny a hard-on. He stretched out beside the girl and, putting his arms around her waist, drew her closer to him. Buffy came into his arms easily, and suddenly he was pressed against her breasts. Slowly, shyly, he ran his hand up her side, over her shoulder, and then down to the front of her shirt. When his hand came in contact with the little rising hill of her right breast, he noticed that the nipple was as hard as a diamond. His hand began to tremble.
She pressed his hand tighter against her breast with her own.
"Oh, Danny," she whispered. "You make me feel all kind of funny inside."
"Do I?" he asked.
"Yes. I feel different with you today. I never felt like this before."
He began to get even hotter in the crotch. He'd never felt like this with a girl before. The memory of what he and Buffy did together on the other occasion that he visited her house faded from his mind like magic. Just the way the girl hoped it would.
Gently, he took her hand and led it down to his crotch.
"Look what you did to me, Buffy."
"Owwwww-" the girl sighed. "Did I really? Do I excite you so much?"
"I've never gotten excited like this. Feel the way my heart is beating."
She touched his chest with her other hand. She could feel the steady throbbing. Slowly, she unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and slid her hand inside.
"Oh, yes, I can feel it now. My goodness, it's throbbing so hard it feels like it's going to burst."
The touch of her hand on his bare skin was all the boy needed to carry him into a frenzy of passion. He noticed that her plaid skirt had crept up over her thighs and he had an uncontrollable urge to place his hand between her legs.
"Oh, Danny, what are you doing? Oh, if you put your hand there I'll die. I really will. Owwwww, Dannneeeee-!"
She let her hand squeeze the bulge in his khaki trousers even harder. His cock felt like stone.
"Buffy, Buffy-" he whispered in her ear. "I know we weren't going to do anything like this, but do you think we could just take our clothes off for a minute? All I've thought about was seeing you naked again."
"You too, Danny? Oh, that's all I've thought about too! Well, if you really want to, but we shouldn't-"
In less than thirty seconds they were completely stripped.
His body was just as interesting to her as it had ever been. If Danny's cock was this big at his age, Buffy decided, he was definitely worth holding onto. Her mind boggled at the thought of what he'd look like by the time they were old enough to get married!
"Do you-do you mind if I touch it, Danny?"
"No. Touch it, Buffy! I want to touch you, too. If you'll let me!"
"Yes. Yes, Danny. Touch me if you want to! Oh, you excite me so much, I'd probably let you do anything you wanted to do! But only if you really wanted to! Not because you think I'd let any boy do it!"
Buffy's reputation at school was impeccable. He's never heard bad stories about her. The memory of the way she'd attacked him on the previous occasion went even farther away from his mind.
Only one thing still disturbed him.
"Buffy," he said, "could I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"How did you lose-well-you know what I mean-how did you lose your-your-"
"My virginity?"
"Uh-yeah."
"Playing volleyball."
He smiled and drew her close to him again. His hand shot down between her thighs and his fingers came into contact with her vagina. It felt like an electric heater and seemed to be quivering. Also, there was a slight moistness. The mysteries of the female body were exciting and wonderful to him.
"Danny," she whispered, "what's this little drop of water coming from the end of your-your-Oh! It really isn't water, is it? It feels all kind of sticky!"
"Buffy! Do you think we could put our faces close to each other's-our-aw, you know what I mean!"
"Of course."
She turned herself into a sixty-nine position. The sight of his smooth, muscular young thighs made her heart race, and the familiar warmth was turning her loins into molten lava once more.
His lips came down on her smooth pussy almost immediately. He began to lick the lips a bit shyly at first, but when she put the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it, he became bolder and started to explore between the lips of her vagina with his wet tongue.
The more of his cock she took into her mouth, the deeper his tongue probed inside her. In minutes, the two of them were squirming against each other, grabbing each other's asscheeks, moaning softly and breathing heavily. Suddenly, Buffy broke away.
"Oh, Danny, maybe we shouldn't go any further! You know where this sort of thing led the last time! It wasn't right for us to do those things!"
He sat up and took her shoulders in his hands, a desperate expression on his face.
"If we love each other, it's all right! Isn't it? I mean, that's what I always heard. Oh, please, Buffy, let's go all the way! I'm going to get sick if you don't let me!"
She smiled warmly at him.
"Well, all right, then. I don't want you to get sick."
"You want to do it too, don't you?"
She pretended to think it over for a moment.
"Well, I guess so-that is, if we really and truly do love each other."
"I love you, Buffy. I know I do!"
"And I love you too, Danny!"
He pushed her gently onto her back and came up over her. She spread her legs wide and gave him a soft saddle to rest his pelvis on. He made a few awkward stabs and she could see the confusion begin to cloud his eyes. She reached down and guided him into her. He went in easily, and he didn't seem to resent the fact that she'd helped. Then she slid her hands down over the cheeks of his ass and pressed very gently. He did the same to her.
"Oh, Danny!" she moaned. "I hope what we're doing isn't wrong. Because you make me feel so good!"
"Oh, Buffy, I think I'm going to come!"
Once more, the old panic struck. But she didn't let him see it.
"Well, if you have to, you have to. But if you come right now, will you do it to me again? I feel something about to explode inside me, too, but it might take me a little longer. You don't mind, do you, Danny?"
"Oh, no! Gosh! I mean, if it takes you a long time, I'll stay with you just as long as you want me to. I mean, I could keep this up all day!"
Buffy pulled his head into her shoulder and smiled. There was more than one way to skin a cat, she decided.
Danny began pumping hard now, jabbing into her faster and faster. She had to admit his cock felt good. It was big enough to practice her squeezing techniques on, and his inexperience was exciting in its own way. She decided that this was better than getting plowed by any man who wanted to throw her on the ground. It was better than being tied up. Better than feeling guilty, and making other people feel guilty.
"Ahhh, Buffy! Owww, I can't hold it any longer! I've gotta do it! I've gotta-eeeaaayyyyhhhh!"
He seemed to shoot more this time than when they'd done it before. Perhaps it was because of the preliminary lovemaking. Buffy was learning a few things too, and she thought about them as she held his body close to hers and stroked his hair.
"Okay, Danny, just rest up for a minute. We have at least two more hours before Daddy comes home!"
Martha Malone was just paying the cab driver when she saw Buffy and Danny walk out the front door of the house. They were talking and looking straight into each other's eyes. They didn't even notice her as they skipped across the front lawn and started walking up the street.
How cute. Buffy's needed a boyfriend. And Danny is such a sweet kid. Not like some of the other boys at school she'd heard about!
She let the driver carry her suitcase to the front door, tipped him, and went inside.
Mrs. Higgins was working busily in the kitchen.
"Oh," the housekeeper said. "I didn't expect you home, ma'am. But don't worry. I'm making stew tonight. Plenty for everybody."
"Mrs. Higgins," Martha said. "Do you mind if I finish up and give you the rest of the evening off? I'd kind of like to surprise Mr. Malone when he comes home. You know-just the two of us."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ed was annoyed when he came home and found that Mrs. Higgins wasn't there. A stew was already cooked on the stove top and covered to keep it warm. But the housekeeper was gone.
She could have left a note to say why she couldn't stay, he thought. He went upstairs, walked into the bedroom, and stopped dead in his tracks!
Martha was stretched out on the bed. Her red hair was flowing softly back on the pillows, looking like it had been brushed and arranged that way for a photograph. It shimmered with highlights and framed the delicate, lovely features of her face. Her body was freshly showered and powdered, and she wore a pale green negligee that matched her eyes. The material was so thin he could see through it, and she wore nothing underneath.
One leg was raised slightly, making the folds of the wrap separate, the separation stopping just at the vee of her crotch. Her red pubic hairs were noticeable only if one looked closely. Her long, tapered legs were the most beautiful shape he'd ever seen. Not even in sexy magazines had Ed found a woman's body that could compare with his wife's.
Her feet were bare, and the toenails had been painted with a polish that gave a luminous, silver glow.
The top of the negligee was also parted a little bit, and the valley of her breasts was deep. The perfectly shaped mounds rose and fell with her breathing.
"Hi," Martha said to him. "I'm glad you're home, darling. Buffy told Mrs. Higgins she was spending the evening with Danny Bates, and I told Mrs. Higgins to take the rest of the day off. I was so anxious to see you, to be alone with you."
Ed walked slowly to the bed and looked down at the exquisite sight of his wife. A fire began in his loins that he hadn't felt for almost two weeks. He suddenly realized how much he'd missed her.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I would have met you at the train."
"I didn't want to disturb your work, darling. I know how hard you work. I had no trouble getting a taxi."
He sat on the edge of the bed. She reached over and took one of his hands in her own. "Have you missed me?"
"Yes. Yes, very much. You don't know how much."
"Show me."
He leaned over and kissed her. Her mouth responded in a way that he wasn't used to. His wife seemed to be passionately in need of him at the moment. It was an experience that he found very new and very exciting. It had been like this once, for the first few years of their marriage. Suddenly, he felt like a young man again.
"Oh, darling," she breathed huskily in his ear. "Take your clothes off. Show me how much you miss me! Show me how much you forgive me for leaving you all alone!"
"I'm the one who should ask to be forgiven. The way I've treated you-"
"Shush! I don't want to hear any of that kind of talk. I want you in my arms now. Just the two of us, making love the way we want to!"
He was stripped in seconds. She stared at his body and admired it in a way that she hadn't done since their honeymoon.
"Ohhh, darling. How big and strong you are. And so beautiful!"
He half crouched over her.
"Do you want to take off your gown?"
"Take it off me!"
He began to gently slide the green, flimsy material over her shoulders.
"No, darling. Yank it! Show me how much you want me! Tear it off if you like! When you do that, I know how impatient you are to have me!"
He couldn't believe his ears. He wasn't used to this attitude.
"What's come over you* Martha? I thought you hated me when I got rough."
She smiled at him.
"I've been a fool. I've played silly little games with you. I should have realized that somebody like you-all man-isn't going to put up with silly little hold-out games. And that's what I played. It took me over two weeks at my sister's to realize how stupid I've been. Every night, alone in my bed there, I wished you'd come through the door and-and rape me!"
Ed's head was spinning.
"Don't worry about that, honey," he said. "You'll never get raped by me. Not again, anyway. I promise you that."
"But if that's what you want-"
"What I want is a wife who desires me as much as I desire her. Who wants to please me in every way I want to please her. I think we should both be aware of each other's needs, and be considerate and loving-"
"Oh, Ed, darling, I've never heard you talk this way!"
"Maybe I'm just falling in love with you for the first time. You see, I've done a lot of thinking about what we've meant to each other, and what we came so close to losing-"
"Darling! Let's talk later. I'm on fire!"
He'd never heard her talk that way. Not for a long time, at least. She pushed his shoulders back, forcing him down on the bed. Then she climbed up over him. She began by kissing his chest. Then her lips made a little wet trail down his stomach, and her tongue dipped into his navel.
"Owwwww-!" he sighed.
Suddenly her mouth was on his cock. It sprang up to meet her lips and she closed in over the head. She had only done this to him in the past when he forced her, and then she resisted to violently she gave him little pleasure from the act. This time her mouth did everything it was supposed to do, and more. She wet the big knob of the head thoroughly, rolling her tongue around and around. When she went down farther, the cock slid easily into her throat, and she didn't stop until she had taken the shaft all the way down.
He threw his head back and groaned. He felt her lips at the base now, pressing into his hairs. Her hand reached under and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. The sensation almost drove him wild.
"Ahhhhh, baby, ohhhhh-maybe you better stop, darling. Maybe I can't take too much of that!
She pulled off his cock. Her freshly painted mouth was slightly smeared when she smiled up at him, but he had never seen her face look more beautiful. Her eyes shone with excitement.
"Do it to me at the same time!"
He swung her around until her crotch was directly in front of his face, but he didn't have to encourage her. She was more than willing to assume the position she'd suggested. From this close, her thighs were even lovelier, even smoother, more shapely. He wanted to dive into her flesh and drown there. He'd have liked to crush her body into his until they were one. He wanted to eat her, lick her, devour every inch of her hot, vibrant flesh.
His head came down and he began to slowly nuzzle her pubic hair. Without coaxing from him, she parted her thighs and he saw her beautiful vagina, already wet, waiting for his mouth to make love to it.
He began to lick slowly up and down the puffy lips, already opening in their passion. His tongue went farther and he began to taste the darker, pinker flesh inside. He pressed in until his nose was buried beneath the gates of her womb as well as his tongue. He spread the lips farther apart with his thumbs and began to wash his face in the wet, soft flesh.
He reached up with his hand and found her erect clit. He began to rub it around between his thumb and forefinger, and in a moment she was squirming almost out of control. Her mouth and throat held his cock down for such a long time he was afraid she'd smother herself. But he couldn't stop her. The sensations she caused were beyond his power to stop.
His mouth shot up and he took the hard little clit between his teeth and bit down on it gently. She almost screamed. He continued the soft bites while he circled the tip with his tongue. He knew the sensation was driving her to a pitch of frenzy. Her thighs began to tremble violently, and finally she pulled his cock out of her mouth and let out a long cry.
"AHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS! YESSS!"
He stayed on her clit and shoved two fingers into her vagina. He pushed them as far in as they would go and began to fuck with them, simulating a penis.
Her mouth went to his balls then. She took one at a time into her mouth and rolled them around, being careful not to bite or use too much pressure. She knew they were man's most vulnerable place, and that if she hurt him in that area, she could spoil their lovemaking completely. She needn't have worried. She was doing everything exactly right, and he was almost going out of his mind.
Her tongue began licking the ball sac all over then, making it wetter and wetter. After a while her face was covered with her own saliva. She urged him to lift one leg, pushing the hairy, muscular thigh up with her hand. When he did, she let her tongue trail to the back of the sac. She placed her lips over the thick cord that ran from his balls to his rectum. It was like a small finger. She sucked on it and licked her way back until she was circling the puckered asshole. Then, spreading his hairy cheeks, she dipped her tongue into the hole and began to probe.
"AAAEEEOOOWWW!" he almost screamed. His pelvis was doing gyrations now. She had never seen him so hot, and she was glad she had been able to make him this way all by herself. His mouth came down over her pussy again, hard. He sucked her so furiously she felt like her womb had come into contact with a vacuum cleaner.
At this point, they both realized that they couldn't keep up their oral lovemaking. It would be over before it got started.
They pulled away from each other's genitals at the same time and he swung her up and around until their faces were close again. He kissed her deeply and long, running his hands up and down her body as he did. He cupped her perfect breasts in his hands and began to squeeze them, delighting in the firm resiliency of the flesh. They were still the most wonderful breasts he'd ever felt.
"Put it in me now, darling!" she whispered huskily. "I can't wait another minute!"
He crawled up over her. At the same time she grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass.
"I want you to go as deep as you can," she explained.
His cock went into her slowly.
"Push harder, darling!"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You couldn't hurt me now! I want you to fuck me hard, do you understand? I want you to fuck the shit out of me!"
He was shocked. She had never said this to him before.
"What?"
"You heard me, darling. It's wonderful when you're gentle with me, but I miss you when you're rough! I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up, and then fuck me some more for good measure!"
He grabbed her thighs and pushed them up and back. Her pussy looked completely plugged when he glanced down at it. He pulled out until only the head was still buried behind the lips and hesitated a second. She reached back and dug her nails sharply into his buttocks.
"NOW! DRIVE IT HARD!"
He slammed home with such force it almost knocked the breath out of her.
"UUFFF!"
He slammed again, and her eyes rolled back until he could only see the whites.
"HARDER!" she almost screamed. "FUCK ME SO HARD I CAN FEEL IT IN MY THROAT!"
He began to hammer into her like a piston. He grabbed her breasts for balance, and began to squeeze the nipples so hard her face became a mixture of passion and pain.
"YES! SQUEEZE THEM! PINCH THEM! HURT THEM! THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE THERE FOR! TEAR THEM OUT BY THE ROOTS!"
Her pussy began to clutch and grab, squeeze, massage, milk. She was driving him crazy! He'd never seen her so hot. Never seen any woman so hot. She bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her ass was lifting itself off the pillow, a foot in the air. She was pushing him into the air, supporting him with her loins. He'd never realized how strong she was!
"AAAGGGHHH! I'M GETTING THERE! I CAN'T STAND IT! IT'S TOO MUCH! I'LL DIE! OH, GOD, FUCK ME TO DEATH, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
Her nails were drawing blood from his buttocks. Still, she seemed to want him to slam into her harder and harder. Sweat was pouring from his body now, dripping down on her. She was also covered in a thin film of it, and her brow was beaded. Her face was getting flushed, and red blotches began to appear on the milky white skin of her breasts.
His own climax was near. He took his hands away from her breasts and noticed that he'd pinched her nipples so hard he'd almost made them bleed. He dipped his mouth and began to suck the bruised little buds as hard as he could.
His mouth caused her to go over the edge. She felt the wave of her climax crash down, and, with a long, piercing scream, she was carried under. Her pussy gripped him so tightly she almost cut off the flow of his sperm, which had begun to shoot deeply into her womb. He half cried and half shouted as he buried his head into the soft hollow of her shoulder and waited until the almost painful orgasm subsided.
After a few minutes, he rolled away from her, pulling his softening cock out as he did.
They held each other tightly for a long time without speaking.
"Darling," she said at last, "what's been the matter with us? Why couldn't it have been this way all along?"
He didn't know what to say. Had it been his fault? Hers? What difference did it make? Things would be fine between them now, and that was all that really mattered.
He yawned, finally.
"Mind if I nap for a little while?"
"Of course not. I will, too. I'm tired from the trip."
"Where did you say Buffy was?"
"At Danny Bates' house. For the evening."
Ed drew a sigh of relief. It looked like all his troubles were over. Danny was definitely a kid who didn't know his cock was good for anything except taking a leak.
"Good," Ed said. "It's about time Buffy made some new friends."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The man was about forty-five. He seldom came into the park, but this morning he awakened early, and the weather was warm, so he decided to take a walk. Now he was glad he'd made that decision. The girl who sat next to him on the bench was more than just friendly. She seemed downright anxious to strike up a conversation. Perhaps she was just lonely, but there was something more-was it a restlessness in her eyes? Or maybe it was the fleeting second when he saw her glance down at his crotch.
She was very young, but it was hard to decide just what age she was. Her hair was arranged fashionably, and she wore more makeup than most of the younger girls he'd seen around town. Also, her clothes were mature, in a stylish way. Only her face seemed very, very young.
Well, he supposed, a lot of women had extremely young faces. This one didn't even show the first sign of a wrinkle. He looked at her very closely in the early morning sunlight. Those eyelashes could have been false, but they matched the color of her hair perfectly.
The man smiled at her and she smiled back.
"You go to school?" he asked.
"Graduated," she answered.
"Oh-well, I meant college, of course."
"No. I decided to go to work instead. I can always go to college later."
"Of course. Of course."
Her voice was a bit strange. It was deep, but rather unnaturally so. Like someone trying to force themselves to sound older than they really were. Perhaps it was just his imagination. A lot of people had unusual voices. What was he feeling so jumpy about?
"Do you come to the park very often?" she asked.
"Well, not in the morning like this. Today's so nice, I just decided to get out and take a walk."
"Are you married?"
"Now-what a strange question. Yes, I am, as a matter of fact. Are you?"
"No."
His eyes glistened. The conversation was getting rather intimate, and he was still impressed with how pretty she was. Surely, she wasn't a prostitute. Nobody this young could be. Or could they?
"I was thinking," the girl said, "that if you don't know the park very well, I could show you a couple of very interesting places. I don't come here very much either. I mean, not this early. But it's nice to have somebody to talk to."
"Why, that's very nice of you. Just what are these places you'd like to show me?"
"Well," she said, "one is a big rock with a very unusual formation. It isn't far from here. Just down the hill, at the bottom of this path. Want to take a walk?"
"Sure," the man said, standing up. He was tall, and she liked his looks. For a man of his age, he was certainly good looking, and he had a firm, athletic-looking body.
"Let's go then,' the girl said.
They strolled along for some time without speaking. Her eyes seemed to be looking in every direction at once, as though she expected to see somebody.
"Are you sure you're all alone?" he asked.
"Yes. Why?"
"Because you keep looking all around, and over your shoulder."
"Oh. I like to look at the squirrels. Don't you?"
"I guess so."
They reached the bottom of the path, and she pointed to the large rock.
"There it is. Isn't that interesting?"
It seemed like any other rock to him. It was big of course. Granite, probably. It sat a little way off the path.
"Come and look at the back of it. It has a very unusual shape."
The man stopped.
"Now look, miss. Just why do you want me to go behind that rock with you? I don't think you're any more interested in the shape of it than I am."
She smiled again, and he had to admit there was something very honest and appealing about her face. He noticed her shape again, and wondered what it would be like to cop a feel of her body. From everything that had happened so far, he could only assume that she was encouraging him to do just that.
"You come back there with me and I'll show you what's so interesting!"
He was too curious now to resist. Also, a little fire had started in his loins.
"All right," he said. "Show me."
They walked off the path. When they got to the other side of the rock he saw a flat, grassy area that seemed to be completely hidden from view on every side. The girl walked into the hollow area first, and motioned for him to follow. As soon as he reached her, she put her hand on the front of his crotch and gave him a squeeze.
"Why don't you show me something interesting first?" she asked.
His heart was pounding. It was all happening so fast. And yet, he was a man who seldom turned down an opportunity. He found that they happened only rarely. When there was a knock, open the door. That was his motto.
He unzipped the trousers of his neat blue business suit and her hand darted inside.
"Owww, your underwear feels nice. What's that big bulge there? It's getting harder and harder!"
"Guess what it is," he answered.
"I can't guess. I'll have to see it." She reached through the fly of his jockey shorts, found his thick, stiff cock, and began to haul it out.
"Owww, take it easy! It's so hard I might have to take my pants down. I don't think it'll come out that way!"
"Take them down, then," she said.
He unbuckled his trousers and slid them down around his thighs. His underwear followed. The girl was impressed with the sight of his thick, hairy thighs, his fat throbbing cock that stood straight out, his low-hanging balls. She began to play with all of these things, running her hands lovingly over every inch of his genitals.
"You're quite a girl, aren't you?" he said.
"I know what I like, if that's what you mean," she said. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him. She began to lick his balls and plant little soft kisses on the hairy sac. The man groaned and pushed his pelvis forward.
Her tongue traced a trail from his balls up the underside of his cock. She sucked and nibbled at the thick, heavy cord there. In a moment she was tickling the cockhead, making the shaft jump around in the air from his overheated excitement.
"Owwwww, watch it, lady. That thing is like a time bomb. It goes off if you bounce it around too much!"
She captured the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck it expertly. He knew he was drooling from the tip, but she didn't seem to mind. After a moment, he had to stop her. "Let it rest now."
"Ohhh, but it's so big! I just love to suck it!"
"Yeah? Well, you'll have plenty of time to do that. Take your skirt down now and let me get a little feel of what you've got!"
The girl unzipped her skirt from the side and let it drop to the ground. She stepped out of it. The man reached out and peeled down her sheer nylon panties. They were trimmed with lace, and very sexy. He didn't think women wore this kind of underwear for everyday use.
Her pussy was so enticing he couldn't help but drop to his knees for a taste. The ground felt rough, but he didn't mind. He grabbed the girl around the ass and pulled her crotch into his face. She almost lost her balance when he forced her legs farther apart, but this gave him a chance to shove his entire mouth and chin up and under. With his thumbs he parted the lips of her vagina and when she was open enough, he stabbed in with his tongue. She grabbed his hair and pulled on it, forcing him to suck her even harder.
"Yeah! Yeah, lick it! Lick it! Owwww, I like to get my pussy licked! Does that taste good? Does my cunt taste good? Aren't you ashamed of yourself, going around and sucking girls' pussies in the park? Owww, that's right! Get your tongue all the way in there! Oh, shit, you'll make me come!"
She pulled away from him. He made a dive with his mouth again, but she held him off. She could see him jerking himself, and his cock was oozing juice. She knew he was as hot as she was. Maybe hotter.
"Let me kiss your ass!" he almost pleaded.
She turned around and poked her butt out.
His hands separated the cheeks of her ass and his tongue shot into the deep cleft. In one second he found the little pink hole and he began to lick all around it, then inside, probing deeply. The girl began to squirm. She reached down and began to massage her clit. The double sensation was fantastic! She put out a hand and steadied herself against the rock for support. Her knees were beginning to tremble and her legs felt weak. She knew if he could give her this sensation, she could drive him just as wild by returning the favor. She pulled away from him.
"Now you."
"What?"
"I want to get my face in your ass, too!"
"Are you sure?"
"I said I did, didn't I?"
He stood up and they exchanged places.
The girl knelt on the ground behind him. He also leaned forward and grabbed the rock for support. In seconds he felt her tongue doing all the wonderful things to him that he had just done to her. She had to be the most remarkable person he'd ever met. He couldn't believe his good fortune.
His cock was so hard now that he didn't dare touch it. If he ended this wonderful meeting so soon, he might regret it for the rest of his life.
Her mouth began to lick the cheeks of his ass all over, making* them wet. Then something else went into his rectum. It wasn't her tongue. He realized that she was poking a finger inside him. He felt a sharp pain and realized she had two fingers inside. She wiggled them around and the pain went away. It was the most sensational feeling he'd ever had! At the same time she was fucking him with her fingers, she reached under and began playing with his balls and cock with her other hand. Her mouth was still licking his asscheeks, and he knew that if she kept this up much longer she'd push him off the brink of sanity.
"Uhhh! Oh, Christ! You better stop that now. I can't take any more!"
The girl removed her fingers from his ass and stood up.
He turned around, his face flushed and perspiring. She looked down and saw his cock dancing in the air. Without touching it, she pushed her pussy forward until the fat head of his dick was only an inch away from her body.
"Don't they look pretty together?" she asked. "That's where your cock belongs. Right up there inside my hot cunt!"
She looked at him and noticed a strange expression on his face. He was looking directly into her eyes.
"How old are you?"
His voice was stern, like an angry father. She knew how angry fathers sounded.
"How old do you think?"
"Let's not play games. I asked you a question!"
Then the girl realized her lipstick must have come off while she worked on his ass. Without it, she knew, part of her disguise was ruined. Without thinking, she reached up to see if she still wore her artificial eyelashes. They were intact, but he realized what she was looking for.
"Take them off!" he demanded.
"What?"
"The eyelashes!"
She shrugged, and yanked the lashes from her eyes. They hurt a little bit coming off, but she didn't much care at this point.
The man took a handkerchief from his suit jacket and started to wipe her face. She was pulling away, but he held onto her tightly. When he was finished, the cloth was covered with makeup. Her face was almost as young as it should have been.
"I suppose that's a wig, too?"
"YES!" She yanked the wig from her head and glared at him defiantly.
"Jeeeee-sussssss!" he whistled through his teeth. "You're a fucking baby!"
"BABY! That's a laugh!"
He started to pull up his pants.
"I'm gettin' the hell out of here!"
"Not so fast, mister," the girl said. "I saw you come out of your apartment. I followed you in here. I know where you live, and it wouldn't be too hard .to find you again. And when I do, I could easily tell the police that you're the man who molested me in the park today."
"What?"
"The man who took me behind this rock, and made me suck his cock, and-and I don't even want to mention what else!"
"That's a fucking lie!"
"Yes. But who do you think the police would believe?"
The man glared at her.
"Okay, kid. What's the racket? What do you want? "
The girl reached into a small purse she was carrying and produced a length of rope about three feet long.
"I want you to tie my hands behind my back, push me down on the ground, and RAPE me! And I mean RAPE ME! RAPE ME HARD! If I scream, slap me! Knock me out! BUT RAPE ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I WANT TO BE RAPED! RAPED HARD!"
The man turned white. But he nodded his head slowly in agreement.
He tied her the way she wanted and pushed her roughly to the ground. Then he fell on top of her and slammed brutally into her cunt. When she winced with pain, he slapped her face and kept fucking her harder and harder.
Wow! Sharon Martin thought, feeling her pussy melt with warmth now, wait 'til I tell Buffy about this!
