"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 4
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.