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.
Chapter 7
Buffy was on her stomach. She knew that something had been shoved under her hips, a pillow perhaps, because her ass was raised higher than the rest of her body. And there was a fat, hard cock inside her! It pumped and banged and seemed to be pulling her insides out. There was pain, but there was also a feeling of pleasure.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
She could see nothing but the mattress under her face. Her bed. Her sheets. She tried to move her arms and legs, but found that they wouldn't budge.
Her brain was taking a long time to clear up. She vaguely remembered going to bed, falling across it, blacking out immediately. She also remembered going back to the kitchen and fixing herself several more drinks. Her brain could register very little else at the moment. But still, her arms and legs seemed to be fastened down with something.
Hands were on her hips, pulling them higher. The cock was in her cunt, but it was going in from the rear. Now that her head was clearing, she began to feel the familiar warmth. But still, it would take a minute or so before she got wet, and in the meantime, the big pole was hurting her. Who was it? Daddy? But why this way?
She lifted her head slightly and saw what was holding her wrists. They were tied to a cord, one on each arm, and then tied to the sides of the headboard. It seemed to be nylon cord, the kind Daddy used when he went fishing. Daddy!
'Owwww, stop it! You're hurting me!'
Her father's voice was next to her ear. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was there, fucking her like a dog.
'Just relax and enjoy it, honey. Just take it the way both of us like it.'
'What do you mean? Daddy, what are you doing to me?'
'Raping you, baby. Just the way you wanted me to yesterday morning. The way I like to fuck a woman. By force!'
Buffy was a little frightened. She was excited by the idea of being tied up and raped by her father, but still, she realized, she couldn't get away if she wanted to. He could decide to do anything to her, and there would be no way she could help herself. If he drank enough, he might do anything!
'Daddy! Daddy! Untie me! Please!'
'Shut up!'
Buffy felt like crying. She couldn’t believe here father was treating her this way. In the park was one thing, with her made up to look like somebody else, tricking him. But now he knew who she was! Why wouldn't he untie her if she asked, him? What was wrong with him anyway?
The cock began to pound her hard. It was too much. She felt sore from her session the evening before. She couldn't take this much punishment again so soon!
'Oh, Daddy, please! Stop! You're hurting me now!'
'Why is that, honey? You didn't mind it in the park. Even when I busted your cherry you kept asking for it!'
There was something in his voice that frightened her.
'Daddy! I'm sorry about the park. I shouldn't have done that, I know it was wrong, '
He shoved harder, brutally. She almost fainted from the pain. He was driving up her like she was a common slut.
'Wrong? Why, I didn't think you minded what you did, honey. Not when you came into my room and fucked me again.'
Her heart jumped!
'But, but I thought you were asleep. I, I, oh, Daddy, I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself!'
She burst into tears then. The pain and humiliation were more than she could bear.
'Don't start that crying again, honey. I know when you're faking it. Like in the park.'
She stopped crying immediately. He wouldn't believe her tears, either. She was getting more frightened by the second. If he didn't believe her when she said it hurt, or when she cried, he might do anything at all to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him. She buried her face in the sheets and tried to forget the pain he was causing her pussy.
His cock continued to slam in and out for a long time. She couldn't get excited enough to make herself wet. And until she got wet, the pain would not stop. She longed now for the old warmth to flood her loins again, making everything all right. Then an idea occurred to her.
'Daddy! What time is it? You have to be at work!'
He laughed and kept pumping. He'd begun to screw with long, steady strokes, pushing in as far as he could and holding himself there for a few seconds each time, before pulling back out.
'No work today, honey. It's a holiday, remember?'
Buffy wouldn't be defeated.
'But you and Ralph were supposed to go fishing this morning! I heard you talking about it!'
'That's right, honey, but there's still plenty of time to go fishing. I have a pole in your little lake right now, as a matter of fact. That's sort of like fishing, isn't it?'
He laughed again. She was getting desperate.
