Bob Preston was ready to explode, too. As his daughter’s frenzy increased, her lips had tightened on his throbbing cock shaft. Her little tongue darted and swirled around it, licking it like crazy.
All of Bob Preston’s feeling concentrated in the end of his pecker. He was hot and cold by turns. His daughter’s flushed face, hot with passion and exercise, pink and beautiful, turned him on. Her clinging lips sliding down his fuck stem excited him to an almost unbearable pitch.
“Don’t, darling!” he murmured.
If Annie heard him, she gave no sign. Her brown eyes were glazed with passion.
The slipping and the sliding of his cock in her mouth turned her on, too. The feel of his big, swollen cock head gave her a wild, sexual thrill in her mouth.
But most of all, Annie was on fire from the baton her daddy was slipping in and out of her snatch. It was so big and so smooth and so slippery it was driving her crazy. One minute it was stretching her open. The next minute it was escaping from her quivering cunt and leaving her vacant feeling, like she absolutely had to have something inside her twat jamming her open.
“Oooo, Daddy!” Annie gurgled around his slippery cock as it jabbed desperately in her hot mouth.
She felt herself turning inside out. Her little hole was spewing flames and smoke she was so hot. She felt like a volcano erupting molten lava, pouring out her heat in a frenzied burst of activity.
Her twat was sizzling and something strange was happening inside her body.
Annie thought she was going to burst. The baton inside her seemed bigger and bigger, swelling up until it was incredibly enormous. Her tiny breasts were throbbing with sweet feeling.
And then her world shattered into a blaze of lights and strange feelings.
Flames seemed to leap from her pores. She gave off particles of joy like a fourth of July sparkler bursting into incandescence.
“Aaah, aaaah, aaahhhhaaa!!!“ Annie screamed and she lifted her hips and thrust them up and impaled her quivering snatch on the metallic rod plunging into her.
At the same time, Bob Preston, her father, tensed and quivered and his cock sunk between her sweet, sucking lips released its deluge of hot spunk. Preston closed his eyes and felt his juice burning its way out the end of his pecker.
His fingers released the slippery baton, greasy with his daughter’s sex juice, and twined instead in her hair. His cock jerked and he groaned as bolts of lightning seemed to shoot through his body.
It was, sinful and awful. It was something he couldn’t ever imagine himself doing-and he was doing it. But that didn’t stop the pleasure from flowing through him like a raging river.
Bob Preston closed his eyes so he couldn’t see his daughter’s young, sweet, virginal lips sucking at his rod as he poured out his stream of hot, white come juice.
It was enough that he kept his eyes closed and felt it filling her mouth and then escaping to flow hotly over her clasping lips and down her chin.
“Oh, God,” he cried in a sort of ecstatic despair, as he stuffed his pumping prick balls deep in his own daughter’s mouth.
CHAPTER 8
‘Daddy isn‘t supposed to creep up on a girl and peek at her. It’s his fault if he sees things that upset him. It’s all his fault.
I don‘t think he should blame me, dear diary. If he doesn‘t want to see what he sees, he shouldn‘t look.
Besides, I sucked his nasty old stick and swallowed all that gooey stuff and I think it was mean of him to make me stay in my room.
And I won‘t.
I’ll bet Mr. Hal won’t treat site this way.
I’ll bet Daddy will be sorry if I run away.
And I won‘t ever suck his old thing again-unless he says he’s sorry about making me stay in my room…’
Bob Preston was so overwhelmed and frightened by what he’d done with his daughter that he ordered her to stay in her room while he made breakfast and tried to think things over. He knew it was all his fault. From the moment he’d stopped spanking his daughter and instead played with her butt and little sex slit, he’d turned her into a nymphomaniac.
His hand still tingled with the delightful feel of driving her baton in her greasy little hole. His cock ached from being sucked. But the real ache, Preston knew, was his desire to stick it up her firm childish twat.
Bob Preston wanted to fuck his little girl. He couldn’t conceal the truth from himself. That was all that mattered to him. Not good or bad or anything else.
He wanted to toast his fuck stick in her little tunnel and stir it around and love the way it clasped his cock.
He wanted to slide into her soppy, tight hole right up to his balls. And then he wanted to fuck the shit out of her. He wanted to jab his prick up her asshole and pound her butt raw.
Preston put his head down on the table and moaned. It was perverted… and dangerous… what he was thinking.
He remembered her sweet, young lips sucking his hot cock into her mouth. And there was no argument that could dissuade him. But what he was terribly afraid of was the thought that she might tell her mother. His daughter might reveal what kind of pervert he really was.
Putting his hand under the table, he stroked his cock.
At that moment, his wife came in! “Hi, darling!” she said.
She was all sort of wispy and willowy and fragile. Her robe floated around her and her breasts showed through, creamy with pink tips. Her waist was narrow, and her cunt was just barely visible, puffy soft under a canopy of soft, brown cunt hair.
She leaned over the table and kissed him and ran her tongue around inside his mouth. Her eyes were half closed and dreamy. She had a well-fucked look that invited more of the same.
Preston put his hand on her soft hip, his fingers caressing her butt, and drew her around the table to him. He forced her legs to straddle his knees and then she was sitting astraddle his lap, facing him, her breasts pressing against the front of his robe.
Preston put his hand in the front of his wife’s negligee and cupped her full breast. Her tit hardened to a sharp point in his hand.
If she felt his hard cock pressing against her crotch, she gave it no notice.
She closed her eyes and sighed and snuggled against him.
His fingers played with her buttocks, squeezing and fondling them. His other hand played with his wife’s breast until she moaned with desire. “Fuck me, darling,” she murmured. “Hurry. I can’t stand to wait.”
She squirmed and rubbed his hard cock against her crotch. It was all the encouragement Bob Preston needed.
He tightened his hand under her and lifted. His wife lifted her butt and moved forward and when he eased his hold she sat down again-his cock resting squarely against her sleepy sex hole.
It drove in like it was a greased bullet. Annie’s mother sighed again. It was a sigh full of passion. She loved the sensation of her husband’s cock penetrating her cunny. She loved to feel her cunt stretching around his big stick as it filled her slot. She shivered and the feeling of being split seemed to run from her cunt to her womb.
Expertly, Preston cupped her buttocks in his hands and began guiding her in an up and down motion that smoothly slid her cunt almost off his prick only to sheath it again to the balls. Each time his wife sat down full they were both jolted by the force of his cock penetrating her to the full length of her vagina.
In and out. His cock pulled out of her slowly with her fuck juices and then slipped back in with a slurpy sound.
Preston bent his head. Re was panting hard. His lips fastened on the sharp point of his wife’s nipple and he started sucking and gumming it with ever increasing force. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth only to let her draw it out again moments later.
“Oh, oh, oh. Oh, God, I love that, Bob,” his wife moaned. “Oh, darling, fuck me deeper. Harder. Harder! Fuck me deeper. Bite my nipple. The other one, darling.