The confession excited her. She felt humiliated, and the pain shooting through her was almost unbearable, but at the same time she had a cock inside her. And that was the fulfillment of her dreams. And Daddy's cock at that-!
The woman was crazy as far as he was concerned. He looked down and saw little trails of blood smearing his shaft, but the pussy was loosening up now and the warmth inside the channel was beginning to make him see fireworks. The cunt gripped him tightly again, almost painfully.
"Christ, how'd you learn to work your pussy like that?” "Just keep fucking me!" “You like it, bitch?”
“Yes! Yes! Owwww,keep fucking me! Owww, I'm starting to feel good down there!”
He held her thighs and began to fuck harder, pulling almost all the way out and then ramming in hard again. It was the tightest cunt he'd ever fucked. Virgin or no virgin, he'd never been gripped like this. Either she had a natural talent, or he was turning her on more than he'd ever turned on a woman.
"Just, keep those cunt muscles working, bitch. You'll get your brains screwed out of you. That is, if you have any-“
Her hands were tearing at the material of his trousers, clawing his buttocks. She seemed to be pulling him harder and harder into her. Then she began to buck her hips, making his crotch slam, into hers brutally. She started to make moaning sounds from deep back in her throat, where his cock had been.
"Ahhhhh, fuck meeeeeee! Ahhhh, you're killing me, but I want to die this way! Owwww, yesssssss! Kill me! Kill me!”
He pulled her legs up higher and got ready to plow her with all his might. Her crotch was up in air now, and her head and shoulders were pressed hard into the ground. Still, her hips bucked. She was incredibly strong for such a small woman.
"Gaaagh!" she screamed. "Yes! Do it! Do it! Do it!”
His cock was driving her crazy. The pain had become an itch now, and she was on fire! She wanted more and more of him inside her, and she felt like beating his face and shoulders and chest. She knew that in a moment she'd feel herself explode, and she'd need his warm juices up there to put out the fire.
His panting was getting louder, and his strokes got shorter and faster. She knew from watching him that this meant he was close to coming. She began to rotate her hips in circles, and he had difficulty holding her still.
"I'm about ready!" he grunted.
"Me too!" she answered, rolling her head from side to side on the ground.
"Awww, shiiitttt-!" he groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs so hard they were bruising the tender flesh.
"Yesssss-!" she wailed. "Yessssss! Shoot inside me!”
"I'll blow it out your fucking ears! Aggghhhh!”
"Then do it! Do it! I'm exploding! Ahhhhhhh-!”
She seemed to go completely crazy then. Her fists began to hammer his chest, and her head tossed from side to side wildly.
Buffy didn't notice the wig slipping off. In the passion of the moment, she wouldn't have felt anything except the hot, wonderful sensations that tore through her body. When the artificial adornment had fallen away from her head, her own red hair lay sweaty and matted against her ears and neck. One eyelash had come off, and most of the lipstick was gone. She looked up and was met with an expression of horror.
"Buffy!" Ed Malone almost screamed.
Then, unable to stop himself, he moaned loudly as jet after jet of his thick sperm began to gush into the torn virgin cunt of his twelve-year-old daughter.
Chapter 6
A howling sound came from Ed Malone's throat, almost like the cry of a wounded animal. He zipped himself up with trembling hands. Tears began to stream down his cheeks.
"What've I done? Oh, God, Whatve I done?”
Buffy was too frightened to speak. She hadn't prepared herself for the possibility that her disguise would be found out. It hadn't even occurred to her. Not seriously, anyway. She watched her father stumble toward the path. He was staggering, not seeing clearly where he was going. She decided not to follow him. She arranged her clothing, stuck the wig in the overcoat pocket, and slowly walked towards home. It had been quite a morning!
His car was not in the drive, so she let herself into the house and showered in the hallway bathroom. There was quite a bit of bleeding, but she didn't feel particularly sore. The warm juices from her father began to run out of her in the shower, and she washed them away slowly, fascinated by the sight of a man's sperm dripping from her pussy. The sight made her warm between the legs again, and she wished that what they had done together could have been her secret alone.
She didn't know how her father would treat her now, and she felt too tired to worry about it. After drying, she slipped into a nightgown and fell asleep immediately on her bed.
When she woke it was late afternoon. She went downstairs and looked out the window. Her father's car was in the drive!
She checked the rooms downstairs, but he was in none of them. She decided he must be upstairs, in his own room. She was glad she didn't have to talk to him or face him yet.
It was leftovers night, and she found things in the refrigerator that Mrs. Higgins had left. She quickly heated up a meal for herself and ate alone in the kitchen. Her father would get his own meal, she knew, when he felt hungry.
After washing her dishes, she began to tidy the kitchen up and noticed a half-full bottle of bourbon on the side of the sink. There had been two bottles there that morning, one of them full. Buffy knew that Daddy had a bottle in his room, and he was probably passed out. She had seen him like this a few times.
A sudden idea occurred to her. She got a glass and a bottle of cola from the refrigerator. She poured about two inches of the amber-colored bourbon from the bottle, then filled the glass the rest of the way with cola. She sat down at the kitchen table and prepared to have her first drink.
I've been raped today. I need it, she thought.
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.