Linda Carlson - Dad plus Daughter = Ecstasy

Buffy shook with fear of being caught listening at the door, but her curiosity held her to the spot. Mom and Dad were going at it hot and heavy again.

"I spend twelve fucking hours a day in that office!" she heard her father yell. "Just how often do you think I'd get a chance to fuck around?"

"Keep your voice down, Ed," her mother said. "You'll wake the kid. Or the neighbors."

"Fuck the neighbors!" her father yelled again. A slamming sound told her he must have gone into the bathroom. Her parents had their own. Buffy used the one in the hall.

The twelve-year-old pulled her bathrobe more tightly around her small body. The hallway was chilly and the girl had forgotten to put on her slippers. She brushed her red hair away from her face and tried to peek through the tiny crack where they'd forgotten to shut the door all the way. She saw her mother turning down the twin beds, a sad expression on her face in the light from the table lamp.

Her father came out of the bathroom and Buffy's eyes grew large. He was dressed in underwear. Just shorts and nothing lese! Buffy had never seen him like this. She'd seen him in bathing suits, when they went to the beach, but this was something else, more private, somehow. Despite the fact that she was peeking and she knew it was wrong, the sight of her father made her heart beat a little faster.

He crossed the bedroom and picked up a glass on the dresser. It was almost full. Whiskey, Buffy knew. Daddy drank a lot of it lately. He put the glass to his lips and drained half the contents. Then he turned and glared at his wife accusingly.

"Furthermore, I haven't had a piece of tail in two weeks, which you'd know is true if you weren't such a cold bitch!"

Her mother walked over to where he stood and clenched her fists.

"I've heard enough! Do you hear, you cheap, drunken, whoring son of a bitch?"

Buffy's mother slapped her husband across the face, hard enough to be heard all over the house. The glass sailed from his hand and smashed to the floor.

Buffy was really frightened. Not of being caught spying, but scared that the fight would get bad enough for one of her parents to get hurt. She had seen her mother wear a black eye for three days once before.

Her father was a powerful man. His muscles glistened now in the bedroom light, rippling across his hairy bare chest, up through his shoulders, down his thick arms. He caught his wife's hair, long and red like Buffy's, and dragged her, screaming, to her bed. He shoved her roughly down on the mattress with one hand. With the other he yanked the front of her dressing gown open. The thin material tore away as he pulled the garment from her shoulders and arms.

Buffy's mother was still screaming. Her husband smashed his fist into her mouth. Buffy felt sick to her stomach, but something made her continue to watch.

Her mother's body was beautiful even though she was thirty-five. Her breasts were high and full, her skin was as smooth as satin. Her mother was lying and sobbing quietly in the light from the lamp, her skin a golden color, alive and vibrant.

"Yeah, you're a beautiful bitch, all right," Buffy's father said, looking down at his wife. "A man could get right down between your legs and start eating. You have that kind of power over men, don't you?"

"I don't know!" the girl's mother snarled back at him. "I don't think about filthy things like you do!"

"Bullshit, baby, bullshit!"

Buffy's eyes grew wider. Her father was taking off his shorts! He put his thumbs through the elastic waistband of the briefs and yanked them down over his hips. His cock sprang into view, and it was the first time the child had seen it. It was long and thick, and seemed to poke straight out from his belly. Buffy knew about boys, and she had seen a few of them her own age in the shower at school, by accident. But she had never dreamed boys' "things" grew to be this size!

"Suck it," her father said, holding the large shaft in his hand and pushing it out, almost touching his wife's face.

She socked him in the stomach with her fist.

"Get away from me, you filthy animal!"

He caught his wife's hands and pinned her arms behind her back. Then he crawled over her and straddled her thighs. They were both naked, and Buffy was seeing her father and mother about to copulate.

Her father forced her mother's thighs apart with his own and, continuing to pin her arms down with one hand, he used his other hand to guide himself into her.

"Ayyhhh! No! Stop it, goddamn you! You're drunk!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, you bitch! I'm getting my rocks off with you if I have to fucking rape you!"

The little girl watched as her father fucked her mother then. Buffy had heard about these things, and lots of girls at school made jokes about this adult practice, but she never dreamed that it would ever happen right in front of her eyes!

Her father's ass was hairy, and she was fascinated by the sight of his twin cheeks, pumping up and down. The crack was deep, with dark hairs running up inside, Buffy felt between the vee of her crotch. She wondered if she would ever be able to let a man put something that big inside her. She was sure she'd die if anybody ever tried. Her fingers pressed the material of her robe against her hairless pussy and rubbed back and forth.

"Gaagh!" her mother moaned. "Stop it! You're hurting me!"

"I should hurt you, you goddamn prima donna. You think your precious cunt is too good for me to fuck, don't you?"

He began to slam into her harder. The more she protested, the more brutally he used her pussy. The whiskey and passion had him in an insane grip now, and he couldn't be reasoned with.

"No! I don't think I'm too good for you! But not like this!"

"Bullshit, lady! I've heard that one before!"

The mattress of the bed was beginning to creak and Buffy wondered why her father was so mad. Her mother must have done and said some pretty hateful things. Daddy seemed to be angry most of the time now, and he stayed away from home more and more often.

Buffy's mother made another attempt to free herself from her husband's grasp. She began to twist her body wildly, and once threw him all the way out of her. He slapped his wife again and forced her back into position. The he shoved his cock into her with such force, she seemed to faint. Her legs lay open, splayed obscenely, and he began to pump his penis harder than ever in and out of her gash.

Buffy couldn't explain why the fuck scene in front of her made her crotch feel so warm. Her breathing was coming hard and the vee of her crotch seemed to tighten against her fingers. She slipped her hand inside her robe and felt her own naked cunt. It felt slightly moist, but she knew she didn't have to pee. It was a different feeling, one she had only felt in her sleep when she dreamed about the boys in the showers at school. She began to rub her index finger up and down between the small lips now, and the sensation got warmer and warmer. When she squeezed her legs together, the feeling was almost more than she could bear.

Her father was driving his cock in and out of her mother's cunt with such made a blur in was sobbing without stop, but she had stopped struggling. He let her arms go. Her breasts were heaving up and down. Her face was turned in the opposite direction from where the child watched.

Then her father stopped. He held his hard penis inside his wife's pussy for a moment without moving.

"I don't wanna come yet," he said. "You're gonna know you've been fucked, you hitch! You're gonna be so sore tomorrow you'll have to pee out your ass!"

The woman only sobbed. She couldn't words. Then he began to fuck in and out again in slow, steady thrusts.

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?