"Dad plus Daughter = Ecstasy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carlson Linda)

Chapter 2

Buffy was up early the next morning. It was Saturday. She heard her father moving around in the hallway and she rushed across her room to the door. When she peeked out, she saw him leaving his bedroom, fully dressed. Her dresser clock said seven o'clock. Without knowing why, she dressed herself in less than a minute and by the time he was downstairs in the kitchen, she was at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to leave the house.

She heard him opening a bottle and pouring a drink. She knew it was whiskey again. He must have decided to skip breakfast. Buffy felt a little hungry, but she knew she didn't have time to eat. Unless her father drove off in the car, she intended to follow him. After all, he'd told her mother that only a detective would know what he was up to. The thought of playing detective excited the little girl.

When he left the front door her hopes were dashed. The girl saw his green car back out of the driveway and pull off down the street.

Buffy shrugged her shoulders. Since she was up and dressed, she decided to take a walk. The sun was shining, and it was a warm morning. She was only wearing a sweater and jeans, but it was enough. She left the house and started in the direction of the park several blocks away from her house.

She saw nobody as she walked. One or two cars passed, that was all. She walked fast, enjoying the exercise, and wished she had called Sharon, her best friend. The two of them could have played around together in the park. There were lots of things to do there. Buffy hesitated and considered going back home and using the telephone. Then she stopped dead in her tracks.

Daddy's green car was parked on the street, a block away from the park entrance! She walked over to it and made doubly sure. Yes, it was his car all right.

Buffy's heart began to beat fast. This must surely be where her father meets his girlfriend! Or, as she had heard her mother say, his mistress! Her curiosity began to burn. She wanted a look at the other woman in her father's life, to see what she looked like, how old she was, what she walked and talked like. Buffy hurried into the park and began her search.

Buffy spotted her father first, and then she saw the woman. Her father was leaning against a big rock smoking. He was about fifteen feet away from the path, and partly hidden by trees. The woman came from the opposite direction, where the path went downhill, on the way to the lake. Buffy knew the park well, and she stationed herself on a little hill across a small meadow. She was hidden from their view by bushes.

The woman looked younger than Mom. About twenty-five. And not as tall. She was wearing a red coat, and her hair was dark. Buffy watched as the woman got nearer and nearer to her father. Then she saw her father look up. He had seen her coming. He quickly put out his cigarette and positioned himself farther back, almost behind the rock.

He’s going to surprise her! Buffy thought. They play games just like kids.

The woman turned the little corner in the path at the bottom of the hill. She started to walk past the rock. Then Buffy’s father ran out, grabbed her by the arm, and began to drag her off the path. Buffy heard the woman scream. Her heart gave a leap. She looked around, but nobody else seemed to be in the park this morning. Buffy was glad, because a stranger might have thought that her father was actually hurting the woman, that they weren’t friends after all, and this wasn’t a game.

Buffy ran down the hill and across the meadow. Her father and the woman were out of sight now. They must have gone behind the big rock. She advanced cautiously, not wanting to be heard or found out. She felt like a detective for sure, now.

The first voice that she heard was the woman’s.

"Please don’t kill me!"

Her father’s answer was a low growl.

"Just keep your mouth shut and I won’t hurt you. If you yell or make any noise, I’ll slit your throat. I have a knife.

"Oh-oh God! Please don’t hurt me!"

Buffy heard the woman begin to cry.

"Shut up!" Buffy’s father said angrily.

Then there was a scuffling sound. The child crouched low and edged herself around the side of the rock. It was too tall to look over the top.

"Are you-are you going to rape me?" the woman asked.

Rape! It was the second time the child had heard that word since last night. Her father had told her mother: "I’ll get my rocks off if I have to rape you!" Or something like that. Buffy was pretty sure what the word meant. It meant making a woman fuck whether she wanted to or not. Buffy still didn’t understand what the big objection was.

When Buffy peeked around the corner of the rock there were only a few feet away from her. The woman was on the ground and her coat was laying by her side. She wore a pale brown dress, and the skirt was yanked up around her waist. She had no stockings on, and her white panties had been pulled down around her knees. Her father was kneeling in front of her, his hand buried between her thighs, working his fingers into the thick, dark bush of pubic hair. She was the hairiest woman Buffy had ever seen. Even her father hadn't had this much fur on his belly. And she was beautiful, too, the child thought. Her frightened eyes were large and dark, and her skin was very white and smooth.

"Ugghh!" the woman moaned when her father began to slide several fingers up inside her cunt. He yanked the panties over her feet. She wore high-heeled shoes with straps across the ankles, and he didn't bother taking them off. Buffy thought the woman looked even more naked with her shoes on.

Her father got between the woman's legs then, facing away from the child, and unzipped his pants. Buffy saw the woman's eyes grow wide when he pulled his cock out and showed it to her.

"No!" she whispered pitifully.

"Don't worry about the size, lady. I never saw a cunt yet that couldn't take it. Suck it and get it wet."

"Oh, no! Please!"

"Then it goes in dry."

The woman had second thoughts. She quickly scooted down while Buffy's father moved up and straddled her face. She took the cock in her hands. Buffy could see it now, because her father turned a little bit sideways. It was as big as she had seen it the night before, when he pulled it out of her mother.

The woman on the ground opened her mouth and the man pushed his cock between her lips. Her cheeks began to form hollows as she sucked on his enormous piece of meat, trying to take as much into her mouth as possible. Her sucking sounds were loud, and Buffy was glad there was nobody else in the park.

Buffy's crotch began to have the old feeling again. Hidden where she was, peeking through a crack in the rock, she couldn't be seen unless the two people on the ground made a special point of looking in her direction. She reached for the zipper on the front of her jeans and lowered it slowly. Then she reached inside her jeans. She wasn't wearing panties, and her fingers instantly touched her little bald pussy. Her cunny lips seemed to tense at her touch and her young vagina began to throb. She knew the feelings would be just as good as last night, maybe even better. Without wasting time on preliminaries, Buffy forced two fingers inside her pussy, and then tried to work in a third.

"That's right, suck it!" her father growled at the woman. He was holding her head by her long hair, shoving his pelvis back and forth, and forcing more of his meat into her open mouth. "Get it wet, baby!"

The woman reached out and started to unbuckle his pants. He slapped her hands away.

"Leave my clothes alone. What the fuck are you trying to do, fix it so I can't get out of here in a hurry?"

He yanked his cock out of her mouth and slapped her face. She stifled a cry, and put her hands up to protect herself.

Buffy watched as her father grabbed the woman around the waist and flipped her over like a sack of potatoes. Then he pulled her by the hips until her ass was poking into the air.

He aimed the head of his cock, dripping with spit now, at the woman's softly rounded buttocks. With a shove forward, he buried the head between her ass cheeks, deeply inside the crack. His cock stopped abruptly, and he began to probe harder. Then the woman screamed.