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 3
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.