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.
She would tell him that he was the only person she wanted to bust her cherry. That she had to have it done! Daddy would understand. Daddy always did.
His door was closed. Buffy thought of knocking, but decided, instead, to slowly open it a crack and peek in. When she did she saw him lying flat on his back on the bed, asleep. There was a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the dresser again. It was becoming a permanent fixture.
Buffy tiptoed into the room to make sure he was all right. She wanted to hear his regular breathing, or a little snore.
She approached the bed, then stopped.
He was wearing a kimono type bathrobe. He had lifted his arms in his sleep and the folds of the robe had pulled away from his body. He was completely nude underneath, and his entire midsection from his chest to his feet was uncovered.
The girl leaned in close and studied his body in great detail. It was the first time she'd had a chance to do this. At least, from such close range. Her heart began to beat quickly again as she looked at his fat cock, lying soft but thick and long across his big balls. She studied the texture of his pubic hair and noticed that it was quite fine and a little curly. His thighs were muscular and had a fine brush of the soft brown hair too, and his belly and chest were covered. She looked at his left nipple, exposed, and wondered what it would be like to lean down and kiss it. Or perhaps lick it lightly with her tongue.
Her hand moved to her crotch again, and she felt her lips getting warm behind the nylon material of her robe. There was a tenderness there now that she hadn't noticed earlier, not as sore as it might have been, but enough to remind of what had happened down there today. Her legs felt weak and wobbly now, and the familiar warmth rushed to her pussy and began to melt the walls.
She trailed his body with her eyes back to his crotch. The cock was all clean now. He must have showered. She leaned down between his slightly spread thighs and put her nose up to his balls. She sniffed. Mostly soap and water, but there was still something masculine. Her father always smelled masculine and nice.
She looked at his face. He was sleeping deeply, and she knew how hard it was to wake him when he was like this. That's why she decided to stick just the tip of her tongue out and taste the lovely cock again.
She ran her tongue lightly over the head, and licked back and forth on the little hole at the tip. The big piece of meat jumped a couple of inches in front of her face, and then she saw it slowly begin to swell. It lifted itself off the sac of balls after a while and began to rise up into the air.
Buffy darted out her tongue again and began to lick the balls. The hair tickled her lips. The balls tasted warm and delicious.
He still hadn't stirred, and Buffy grew more bold. She seemed to be dreaming this. She knew the sensations she was feeling, but it was almost as though she were in the doorway again, watching herself do these things from across the room. She remembered how much she’d wanted to do them when she was spying on her mother and father.
Her tongue began to lick the balls more roughly. She licked them harder and harder, going every place she could find, even all the way to the back, inches from his asshole. She would have liked that too if it had been possible to turn him over.
When she looked up, she saw the cock standing straight up in the air. She quickly examined the tip and, as she expected, the clear fluid was oozing again. She flicked out her tongue and lapped up the pearly drops and ran them over and around her mouth.
Suddenly, her cunt was on fire again. He could have fucked her now, if he'd wanted to, and she wouldn't have complained. Not even if it hurt bad. As long as her Daddy was inside her!
Without realizing what she was doing, her mouth shot open and she captured the head of his dick inside. She rolled her tongue over and over the glans, licked and tickled the underside, the tip, then ran her mouth along the heavy cord at the bottom all the way to his balls. She soaked his nuts again with her mouth, then ate her way back up to the head. With a mighty effort, she swallowed most of the cock down her throat on the first try. The shaft seemed to get twice as hard now, and she knew she would have to be careful to avoid gagging or choking.
His breathing was still regular, and his sleep didn't seem to be disturbed at all, but his cock began to throb in her throat, and she could have sworn it had grown to twice the size it was when she first went down on him. She had only seen hard cocks and soft cocks before. She didn't know about the in-between stages, and therefore she didn't understand why it had been so easy to take him almost all the way down on the first try.
After half a minute, she slowly came up again. With just the head of the cock in her mouth, the girl was able to take in large gasps of air to stoke her lungs for the next lunge. When she felt she could handle it, she went down again.
This time she had to force his cock into her gullet. It was like swallowing a fist, she decided. The cock had gotten impossible fat and hard, and she got a good idea of just how stretched her pussy had been.
With one hand, she reached down and put two fingers between the lips of her little smooth cunt. She hadn't really explored the area since her cherry was ripped down, and she was amazed that her fingers went quickly and easily into the hole. She was already larger than ever, and she began to think about all the wonderful things she could start shoving inside herself. Things she had seen in magazines, with little bristles and warts on them. She'd find a way to buy these things. She always managed to get what she really wanted.
The cock was throbbing hard in her throat now, and she wondered if it would be all right to let it shoot off there. She was aware of the fact, even in her stupor, that the excitement of an orgasm could easily wake her father.
Well, she thought, so what? After this morningHer cunt lips began to tense up, and she felt her little clit get erect. Never had her fingers felt so good down there! She began shoving them up inside farther. Then a third oneAs her pussy began to open up, so did her throat. She was sailing up and down the shaft easily now, taking it almost to the root on every downward dip. Several times his pubic hair tickled her nose before she went back up. The shaft was harder than ever, and throbbing.
Buffy's fingers began to tear at her pussy now. She was on fire, and her hands were trying to extinguish the flames. She didn't give a thought to starting the bleeding again. If it happened, it happened. For now, she had to feel the explosion again. Her body screamed for that precious release! She knew none of her friends at school, not even Sharon, had experienced what she had. She couldn't wait to tell them. But, of course, she couldn't tell them it was her own father she had fucked with.
She remembered the young man in the park telling her not to bite, and she was glad he'd taught her that lesson. Otherwise, Daddy would probably be awake now and trying to stop her from what she was doing. And she couldn't stop now, because she had another idea that she had to try.
She pulled the cock out of her mouth. It was soaked with saliva, and her pussy was soaked too. Quickly, she pulled off her nylon robe and crawled, nude, over her sleeping father. She gently pulled his arms farther apart so there would be room for her legs on either side of his hips. Then she lined up the head of his cock at the gate to her young womb, and slowly she sank down, feeling the big dick stretch her until she thought she would split in two.
But with determination, Buffy at last felt her ass sink down on her Daddy's fat balls. The hair from his crotch tickled the white little mounds of her buttocks, and her inner thighs were being tickled too by the bush on his belly.
Buffy was an athletic girl, and she was able to work herself up and down his cock shaft by use of her leg muscles alone. Her small but perfectly shaped breasts began to heave again. She looked down at them, and then she pinched her own nipples and felt them harden. The top of her head almost came off! Feeling her nipples was the most wonderful thing in the world, she decided, and she wondered why she hadn't paid much attention to this area of her body in the past. She made a mental note that the next man who fucked her would have to suck on them.
Her red hair was flying after a while, and her head began making its jerking motions from side to side. The explosion was building inside her, and a cry was only inches from escaping her throat. She didn't dare cry out, though. She knew that if she couldn't keep her orgasm quiet, she would have to deprive herself of it until she was alone in her room again. And she wanted to come with Daddy's cock buried inside her. She wanted to feel it there when the contractions made her squeeze and tremble. He shot off in his sleep at that moment. She gasped!
Suddenly, her hand went to her mouth and her eyes became as wide as saucers. Inside, her body gave a long, low scream. Outside, only a small choking noise could be heard.
Her thighs trembled violently now, and her chest and belly heaved heavily. Tears ran down her cheeks, and Buffy had trouble breathing. But her insides had melted away once more, and the feeling of the eruption was something she would never stop thinking about in her bed at night, when she was alone.
It took a couple of minutes to calm down. When she lifted herself off his cock, it was going soft. It looked sticky and wet, but she didn't dare try to clean it off. She let it drop softly onto his big balls again, and she crawled off the bed.
She felt his juices begin to ooze out of her and slide down her thighs. Quickly, she pulled on her robe. Taking one last look at her father, she left the room, heading for her second shower of the day.
Ed's eyes shot open as soon as he heard the door close. He reached down and squeezed his cock, feeling the sticky juices all over his fingers. Then he brought his fingers to his lips and began to lick them all over. His cock was getting hard again.
He knew she'd been drinking his bourbon. That surprised him, but he supposed all children experimented with it at one time or another.
He went into his own shower then and turned on the hot water. Stepping under the spray, he thought about the bourbon downstairs. If he heard Buffy taking any more of it, he knew what he was going to do that night.
A smile crossed his face, and he began to soap his crotch.