"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 11
"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.