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.