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.