She didn’t have any titties. Just little pink bubbins that seemed to get sharper as she stared at them, and soft swells underneath. Nothing like the big titties her mom had. And her waist went in just a little and then flared out for her just starting hips. And she didn’t have any butt like Flo’s.
Annie stared between her own legs for a long while. She was even different there!
What had been full-lipped cunts on the older women on her was nothing more than a pout. Her tight cunny lips revealed only the trace of a slit in her crotch.
It looked so tiny!
Only Annie was determined to shove something big in there. Anything.
The girl couldn’t stand wondering what it was like to have something big and hard like a cock shoved up there.
If they could do it, she knew she could. Looking at her crotch brought on the fever again, harder than ever before.
Going to the closet, she opened the door and rummaged through the junk piled on the floor until she found what she was looking for. Her baton!
Excited, the girl crossed the room to the bed and then flopped down on it on her back. She threw her legs up in the air and opened them as wide as she could.
But her hole stayed closed.
Annie lay the baton on her chest. It was long enough that she could rub the big end against her titties while the little end rubbed over the clasped lips of her cunt. She shivered with unexpected pleasure.
The round, white, hard rubber end of the baton seemed tremendous against her cunny. She rubbed it up and down, feeling at one end the knob pressing against her slit while the other end stroked her tiny nipple. Her nipple got sharper and harder.
She rubbed harder and it seemed to the excited girl that her cunt split open a little and she could just feel the baton touching the insides of her cunt lips.
It felt heavenly.
Harder and faster she moved the baton up and down on her body, riding the round knob over her twat. She felt tremendous. Like she was being stretched open. Her open, tanned thighs quivered with lust.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” she grunted with the effort.
And then she turned the baton with her hands. The round, little end was pressing against her clever little cunny and the big end was down around her feet. She held it by the neck and she knew the time had come. She was so excited it had to.
Closing her eyes, because she knew it was going to hurt beautifully, Annie sighed and shoved the end of the, baton up her twitching twat!
It did hurt-a little.
The end of the baton forced its way up her tight hole. She felt like she had something fantastically huge up her hole. But it felt good, too. Her crotch was all aquiver around that big knob and there was a warm glow between her legs.
Annie opened her eyes and looked down and almost fainted with ecstasy. The silvery stick of the baton projected out of her pink, strained twat like a spear handle. The rest was inside her.
She moved the baton-up and down-just a little. And she almost did pass out.
Inside her cunt she was so tender that the slightest touch made her cunt walls vibrate joyfully.
It was like she bad a tuning fork up her snatch.
Annie decided to experiment and she awkwardly rolled off the bed and stood up.
The baton held firm between her legs. In fact, a strange vibrating feeling seemed to be shooting from it through her body. When she walked, the big end struck against her insides and the shocks ran up the shaft into her innocent hole. Each one was like a hammer blow on a spike being driven up her twat.
She bent over and grabbed the baton with both hands and played with it. She rolled it between her hands and felt the head spinning in her hole until she was dizzy. Then she began forcing the shaft up and down, up and down until she couldn’t stand another moment of that.
It felt tremendous. The end seemed to plunge up and down her tight, greasy tunnel and Annie could feel every inch of the path it took. She was so full she thought she would split. But it felt wonderful.
Her tight cunt lips had closed over the silvery handle. That slid cool and greasily up and down between her pursed twat lips and Annie watched her lips pucker and open as it did.
She couldn’t stay bent over and eventually the girl straightened up. She found by flexing her knees she could strike the end of the baton against the floor and drive it forcefully up her sex hole. Which she did with regularity as she staggered back to the bed.
By the time she got there, the girl could hardly move a step. She fell into the bed on her back, both hands resolutely clasping the smooth, shiny staff of her baton and pumping madly.
She was half unconscious from joy. She overwhelmed by it. The metal between her fingers became, in her imagination, her daddy’s hot cock. The rubber end pistoning up and down her tunnel was the swollen tip of the cock head.
The girl was so full she wanted to cry.
The rod flashed silvery in and out, in and out. Her fingers found the little button of her clitoris and played with it at the same time.
And all the while, Annie sobbed with frustration and joy.
Joy, because she was experiencing the most wonderful sensation she had ever known-and frustration because she knew that the baton jammed up her twat wasn’t ever going to shoot white, hot goo in her hole.
“Ooooh… ahhhhhh!” she cried. Her cunt squeezed and electric sparks ran through her body and her insides turned to water and seemed to be racing out her hole.
Annie kicked her legs in the air and her toes pointed: at the ceiling and the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever known engulfed her.
She was coming, coming, coming!
She wanted to scream and wake the house and tell everybody.
Only she didn’t. The girl collapsed and smiled dreamily and played with her hand with the baton, still poking up between her legs into her joy slit.
And then she slipped into a deep, untroubled sleep…
CHAPTER 7
‘I’ll bet that Mommy never had a baton up her old snatch. She’s really missing out. And I’ll bet Daddy doesn’t ever tell her.
Just thinking about it makes me positively drolly between the legs, dear diary.
Boy, I hope nobody ever sees what I’ve written in you. It would just blow their minds if they ever did.
I don’t know why nobody ever told me before how much fun it is to have a hairy old thing jammed up my little slit.
Maybe they think that’s all I’d ever do if I knew just how much fun it really was.
But that’s silly!
A girl can‘t go around all the time with something up her little twat. She’d never be able to peepee. And besides, it might be awfully uncomfortable after a while.
I wouldn’t want to be fucked all the time. I guess. At least, not every minute of the time. I’d still do other things… maybe!’
Bob Preston woke up from a troubled sleep punctuated by fantasies of naked women engulfing him, flowing over him, smothering him with their pussies. Guilt had overwhelmed him finally. He realized that the assfucking episode with his wife was the result of his guilt over letting his daughter play with his cock.
He vowed never to let it happen again.
Quietly, he slipped out from under the covers. His wife’s body was warm against his and she stirred in her sleep when she felt him sliding away. He stared down at her, at the way she curled around the warm spot he had left in the bed, and wondered how he could have been so weak.
He was naked and shivered slightly in the cool, morning air. His, penis was already up and hard-as it was every morning.
Bob Preston was a good looking man. His shoulders were broad and he had a rug of crisp, curly black hair on his chest. His eyes were greenish hazel, but at the moment they were haunted, standing stiffly up from his groin was his cock, flushed purple and pink.
He wondered how he could still be hard. After last night he was surprised he had anything to be hard about.