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, under, Suddenly 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.
Chapter 5
It was Sunday morning. Buffy had spoken very little to her father the night before. He hadn't come home for lunch, and during dinner he seemed tired, sleepy. Mrs. Higgins finished cleaning up and left early to go home. Buffy's father went to his room shortly after that, and didn't come back downstairs to watch TV. Buffy went to bed early,
