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 EdRalph 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.
Ralph lubricated a finger with the juices that were oozing from the woman's overheated pussy and, reaching down under his swinging balls, he began to worm it up inside her asshole. Her eyes shot open and a look of ecstasy spread over her face.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me with your finger too! Fuck me with all your fingers! Ahhhhhh-!!”
He inserted another finger in her rectum and pushed all the way. At the same time he continued to hold her ass up with his other hand, and his cock began ramming into her brutally. He was slamming her pussy now without mercy, and she was moving an inch at a time across the floor with each stab.
Buffy shrugged her shoulders and left the kitchen. They hadn't seen her, and she saw no reason to stay around until they did. Still feeling hungry, she walked up the stairs to her room. She sat on her bed, thinking about what she'd just seen. She knew Ralph very well, but she didn't realize her mother and Ralph did these things together. Somehow, it didn't seem fair that her mother accused her father of being with other women, when she herself fucked with other men. The child was confused. And she was doubly confused by the memory of Ralph's big cock going in and out of Mama's pussy, Buffy put her hand between her legs and stretched out on the bed.
In the kitchen, the noises were getting louder.
"Oh, Ralph, fuck my pussy off! I want your cock to go all the way in my belly! Oh, darling, ball me as hard as you can!” "I'm balling you as hard as I can!" the man panted, almost gasping for breath. "I'm fucking you a new cunt hole, you fucking hot bitch!”
He leaned all his weight against her breasts, grabbed her tightly around her upturned thighs, and began to hammer into her like a piston. Her hands reached back and gripped the cheeks of his ass, pulling and yanking on them.
"Oh, yes, I can feel you all the way inside me, now. Oh. darlingggggg-!”
Suddenly, he yanked out. She became hysterical.
"Put it back! Put it back in me! Oh God, don't stop now!” "Doggie style," he panted back at her. "Get on your knees!” "Yes! Yes!" she cried, quickly getting into the position he wanted. She poked her rump high into the air at him.
"Put it back! Oh, please, put it back!”
"Bark for it, bitch!”
"W-what?” "I said bark for it, like a good little doggie bitch!”
Martha felt ashamed and humiliated. And yet, her cunt was driving her out of her mind. If she didn't get it filled again, she knew she'd die.
"Arf!" she barked.
She felt the head of his cock begin to press into her vagina from the rear. Her stomach turned to molten lava and she began to groan in passion. Ralph leaned down and put his mouth close to her ear.
"Grrrrrrrrr-!”
The animal sound sent shivers through her spine. She was breathing heavily with the excitement of the moment.
"Arf! Arf! Arf!”
"Ggggrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!”
Then his cock was shoved all the way, deeper than he'd ever been inside her before, and he began to hammer his cock brutally into the gaping, clutching pussy. The walls of her cunt seemed to be doing a slithery massage, clutching and grasping, then letting go and gripping another part. He felt like snakes were twisting themselves around his shaft. Wet, slippery boa constrictors.
"Shit, baby, this old hound is gonna pop his nuts!” "Ahhhhh! Wait for me! Wait for your little red poodle to catch up!”
He grabbed the lovely round cheeks of her ass and began to shake them like two mounds of white jelly.
"Hurry it up, woman! I'm almost there! Owwww, that's right, grab my cock with that fucking hot pussy of yours! Yeah, that's right, bitch! Milk the cream out of that big dick! Yeah, use that cunt on me! Owwwwww, shhhiiittttt-!” "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she hollered. Her orgasm was rising up over her like a giant wave, and she knew in a moment it would crash down and pull her under, under, underSuddenly the wave fell, and Martha screamed. Ralph slapped his hand over her mouth while he continued to fuck himself to a giant climax.
"Oh, fucking shit! Oh, fucking, fucking shit! Gaaaagh!”
Buffy could hear the voices clearly in her room. She had been listening to the sounds with her door open, wondering what they were doing at the moment. Her jeans were pushed down over her round little ass, and both her hands were buried in her crotch, fighting with each other for the little hole.
Ralph began to shoot torrents of thick juice into the woman's grabbing cunt. He knew he was filling her up because a few globs oozed back down, soaking the base of his deflating cock. He watched and continued to fuck slowly, waiting until the clasping contractions stopped before he pulled out. Martha had the hottest cunt he'd ever fucked. If his wife was this passionate, he'd never leave the house. But Sally-nice woman, but cold. Not like most blondes. Not like the little switchboard operator he'd met in Topeka.
Finally, she seemed to have ridden out the storm. He let his cock slip out between the pink lips of the woman's well-fucked cunt. It was dripping. He got up, walked to the paper towel rack, and pulled off a sheet.
"Need a towel?" he asked Martha while he wiped himself.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said, smiling at him. "And I really do have to catch a ten o'clock train.” "Need a lift to the station?” "No. I'll take my own car. I'll tip the man to bring it back here later.”
Ralph was pulling his jockey briefs on.
"I'll run along, then. Have a good visit. Keep it warm for me, you hear?”
Martha laughed as she stood up and retrieved her negligee.
"Any time could be the last. Remember that, Ralph.”
He laughed too.
"Not so long as the troubles continue between you and Ed. And it doesn't look like they'll be over any time soon.” "You're a bastard. You're hoping I stay frustrated!” "I'm only human.” "Get out of here. And call me when I come back." She blew him a kiss. He blew one back, checked his clothing to make sure he looked presentable, and left through the kitchen door.
Martha went upstairs to her bedroom, walked into the shower, and turned the tap on as hot as she could stand it.
Buffy lay in bed almost totally exhausted. The sounds of the fucking downstairs had brought her to another orgasm. She had listened to everything, and felt like she'd been there, watching. She almost imagined she could smell the smells- Her mother finished showering and dressing. Then she left. Buffy went downstairs and saw the note. So she'd be alone with Daddy for a while, would she?
She fixed herself a glass of milk and a sandwich.
Halfway through her meal, the idea occurred to her!
She quickly rinsed her dishes and put them in the rack to dry. Then she ran upstairs to her parents' bedroom. A little rummaging around produced everything she'd need.
A brown wig her mother seldom wore. An old raincoat that had been pushed into the farthest end of the closet. Some gold sandals. Makeup. A scarf. A little jewelry.
Buffy put these treasures carefully away in her closet. Then she went downstairs again and began to fix leftovers for lunch. Maybe Daddy would be home and maybe he wouldn't. It didn't matter.
Buffy knew she and Daddy would be seeing quite a bit of each other.