Despite the way her father talked, Buffy thought she saw her mother's hips move. As young as she was, she understood this movement. She knew her own hips would be moving if her father was doing the same thing to her. She knew how her fingers were beginning to make her feel. It was the most delightful sensation she'd ever felt. Mother must be to hate it so much? Because father is forcing her to do it?
Buffy slipped her finger inside her cunt as far as if would go. Watching her father's body, she tried to match his movements. He was still going in and out slowly, and she was able to move her finger in time to his thrusts. She was pretending that the finger in her cunt was her father's cock, and each time he pushed his prick into his wife, Buffy pushed her finger all the way to her pussy barrier, making it hurt her the way her mother said fucking hurt. Her legs were getting weak and Buffy leaned against the doorframe, not caring now if her parents saw her with her finger in her twat.
Her father grabbed one of his wife's thighs and held it up. Her knee pressed into one of her large tits. He straddled her crotch and began to hammer hard again, sinking deeper and deeper into her hole, touching places he hadn't yet reached. She was forced onto her side, and Buffy could see the expression on her mother's face more clearly. There was an expression in the eyes that was no longer hatred. Her stare was glassy, almost happy. Her mouth was hanging open a little bit, and Buffy realized her own face must look a little bit this way too. She wished she could have stretched out on a bed to watch. She wanted to be in the same position her mother was in, while she worked another finger inside herself.
'Eeeaayyyhhh!' the man moaned. 'I'm fucking gonna shoot!'
Suddenly, Buffy's mother's face was alarmed.
'Not inside me, you bastard!'
She began to beat her husband's chest with her fists. She was like a wild woman in her attempt to get away from him. He held her thighs firmly in place and paid no attention to her fists.
'I'll shoot it any fucking place I want!'
'No! No! Stop it! Pull it out! You promised me,!'
'Okay, lady, you asked for it!'
As the child watched, her father yanked his big cock out of his wife. Buffy almost fainted when she saw it. It seemed to have grown to twice the size it was before he started fucking. It was red now, and glistening wet in the light from the table lamp. It throbbed in the air, and the big head was almost purple. The skin looked stretched tight enough to break.
Buffy began to work her fingers in her cunt with lightning speed. She felt something happening in her crotch and she knew she had to let it run its course. It was.a feeling she had never experienced before, but at the moment it seemed to be the most important thing in the world to her. Her thighs were clamping her hand so tightly they almost cut off the circulation.
Climbing over his wife, Buffy's father grabbed her long red hair roughly and forced her head back. She cried out in pain and her mouth shot open. He shoved the throbbing cock into her open mouth and rammed it deeply into her throat.
'Swallow it then, bitch! Drink it!'
Buffy's mother began to choke and gag. The chilled watched the expression on her father’s face. She saw his eyes close and his mouth open as though he were in pain.
'Gaaagh! Aaeeeyyhh! Yeah! Yeah! Ahhhhhhhh-!'
An explosion hit the child's crotch then, and she felt herself grow dizzy with the excitement. Her fingers were tearing at her crotch, but she didn't notice the pain. All she was conscious of was the exquisite thrill of her first orgasm, and she'd have torn herself open gladly if it would have increased her pleasure. She sank back, out of sight, and continued to work her fingers until the sensations subsided. Finally, she pulled her hand away. It was sticky. Her crotch was still on fire and her heart beat so fast that it was difficult to breathe.
Buffy recovered her breath after a moment, and was aware that sounds still came from her parents' bedroom.
'Bastard! Son of a bitch! Lousy, dirty animal!
'Go fuck yourself.'
'I’m leaving here tomorrow. I’m going to my sister’s. I might not ever come back!'
'Good riddance.'
Buffy heard her mother sobbing again. She peeked back inside the room. Her mother was picking up her torn dressing gown from the floor. The sight of the mutilated material sent her into a fresh wave of tears. She threw the robe back onto the floor and rushed into the bathroom.
Buffy's father crossed to the dresser where a half-empty bottle of bourbon still sat. He took a long drink, and then started toward the door.
Buffy's heart almost stopped beating. She didn't have time to run to her bedroom before she was found out. But her father stopped and turned around. He hollered back toward the bathroom while she fled down the hallway and out of sight.
'From now on you'll have reasons to suspect me! From now on, you better hire a detective if you want to know what I'm up to!'
He was answered by loud sobs.
'Ah, fuck off!'
His voice was slurred and he staggered when he walked. He carried the bottle out of the room, down the stairway, and into the living room where he fell, naked, across the sofa. In less than a minute he was snoring, the bottle lying on the carpet next to him.
Buffy waited for fifteen minutes. Then she tiptoed out of her room again. Her parents' room was dark. The door was closed. She went silently down the stairs and found her father asleep. The sight of his naked body made the warmth come back to her crotch, but she turned off the lamp by the sofa and went back upstairs. When she got into bed, she pulled the covers over her head and slept.
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
