Suck that one too. Bite it. Ooooh!”
His wife was squirming desperately on his lap. Her squishy cunt ground around his cock, but she was securely impaled on his prick. She couldn’t get off and it felt like she was sucking and masturbating his prick at the same time with her frantic motions.
And then she was heaving her butt up and down with frantic zest. Her ass pounded down with jack hammer force Bob put his hand between their clashing bodies until his fingers found her stiff clitoris. He began rubbing it even as his cock jabbed in and out of her slick sex hole. He could feel his own cock slipping in and out of the clenching lips of her cunt as his fingers turned her sexual arousal into an eruption of feeling.
“Harder, darling. More!” his wife moaned as she fucked back.
His fingers slipped across the straining membrane of sex skin at the top of her slot and then he hooked one and drove it up her hole along with his cock.
“Ooooh!” she said. She was so startled for a moment that she sat rock still on his penetrating prick. And then she asked, “What did you do to me, darling?”
“I put a finger in too,” he whispered back into her ear.
“That’s dirty,” she panted and settled down, enjoying the double penetration of her soppy wet cunt.
She rubbed her slit back and forth on his lap, twisting his penis and finger around in her loose, sex distended hole.
Preston put his other hand behind her and found her gaping asshole and drove a hard finger up that and it seemed to revitalize her frantic need to be fucked.
“Ohmigod!” Annie’s mother screamed. Sobbing and crying she drove up and down, frantic to ride the intruders to a shuddering orgasm.
She felt her husband’s prick stiffen and get bigger in her snatch, his finger playing in her asshole and swelling her rear up until she thought she was going to burst. She pressed into it. “Oh, oh, oh!” she wailed in strident rhythm. She ground down harder and harder and then she felt what she’d been waiting for the hot splatter of come pouring into her vagina, searing her convulsing, clenching cunt walls.
She felt burned out inside even as she climaxed frantically with her convulsing husband…
Annie watched from the head of the stairs.
The little girl watched her mother get on her daddy’s lap. She couldn’t help but see the way that incredibly long cock stuck up between her mommy’s legs and poked in that hairy hole. And then she listened to all the disgusting noises her mother made and she was getting hot and sweaty between her legs again.
As her mother screwed her cunt up and down on her husband’s waiting prick, Annie rubbed her own twat with her hand, wondering if she would ever get a hard cock shoving up her own tiny pee hole.
If Mommy can do it, I can, the little girl thought defiantly. She watched her daddy’s cock pulling out and shoving back in her mommy’s hole and almost gave up her resolve, though. It was big and shiny and hard. The purple plum at the end seemed to pulse and swell and she could see her mommy was sweating with the effort of getting that huge thing inside her hole. Her little cunny thrilled at the thought of feeling her daddy’s cock with its ropey blue veins driving up her little hole.
Annie thought she had waited long enough. And if her daddy wasn’t man enough to put his big old thing inside her slit, she knew where she could go to get one just as big and just as hard-Mr. Hal!
Her mother was looking straight at her!
For a minute, Annie thought she was seen. And then she heard her mother sobbing and realized her eyes were glazed with passion.
“Uh, uh, uh, I’m coming, darling,” Annie’s mother sobbed. She ground down with her crotch on her husband’s hand and cock jamming her cunt and wagged her rear around his other hand manipulating her asshole.
Annie couldn’t help but notice as her parents stiffened while her daddy shot his white stuff into her mother’s cunt. She thought it was disgusting of them, acting that way. She whimpered as her own hand dug into her little slot and twisted around. She imagined it was her daddy’s hard pecker in her snatch and then she was gushing smelly fluid all over her fingers. She wiped them off on the hem of her blue dress and then snuck down the stairs and out the front of the house.
So what if daddy punishes me, she thought defiantly. But the girl couldn’t forget how the last time her daddy had punished her ended. I’ll bet he sticks his smelly old thing up my cunny, she thought smugly. And if he’s really good, I’ll let him put it up my shit hole. She amended a hasty, maybe, to her last promise.
Inside the house, Annie’s mother was still dizzy from the fucking her husband had given her. Her cunt and asshole felt all stretched and tingly and still she wanted more.
But something was bothering her. She couldn’t shake the impression that she had seen her daughter’s face while they were fucking. It seemed to Mrs. Preston that she had looked up and seen her little girl’s innocent face.
She wanted to tall her husband-but how could she?
It was her fault. She’d started them fucking in plain sight where her daughter could see them. She may have corrupted the girl for life and how could she admit to Bob she had done something like that? How could he ever forgive her?
Mrs. Preston wanted to be punished.
“Now,” she said, a sob in her voice, “fuck me in the ass!”
CHAPTER 9
‘Somehow, dear diary, things just aren’t the same anymore. I mean, watching Daddy stick his big old thing up Mommy’s twat makes a girl stop and think.
Mommy sure seemed to like it, and so did Daddy.
It gets me all itchy between my legs just remembering things like that. And, Mr. Hal liked doing the same sort of thing. I bet he’d love to stick his nasty old thing up Mommy’s hole.
I bet.
I wasn‘t sure that I should go over to his house. But he did have a yummy finger. And I bet that if I licked it nice after he stuck it up my snatch it would sure taste good.
And I bet he’d think of something else we could do…’
Annie’s heart was beating like mad by the time she got to Hal Green’s house.
And it wasn’t from the short, fast bicycle ride she’d made to get there.
Standing outside the low, white picket fence holding her bicycle, Annie had misgivings. She’d been really upset when she was there the day before. But now she wasn’t nearly so excited and she remembered all the times her mommy had told her not to go anywhere with strangers.
Besides, and Annie had to admit it to herself, a man who would stick his finger up a strange little girl’s peepee hole had to be weird. Her daddy always told her to be careful of the weirdoes.
She was feeling scared and would have turned and left, only at that moment Hal Green chose to step outside.
They saw each other at the same time and Annie experienced a curious weakness in her crotch. She was all wet and loose all of a sudden and she could have bet right then that she could have gotten her daddy’s big prick up her quivering, yearning hole.
Hal Green stared at her and the blood rose in his face. He was suddenly as nervous and eager as a young bridegroom. He couldn’t kid himself any longer.
What he wanted more than anything else in the world was that young ass. He didn’t care if he had to go to jail to get it-but he wanted to slip his pulsating cock up her hairless crack and jack it up and down until he dumped his load between her baby fat twat lips.
His cock ached from just thinking about it. Flo would probably guess, somehow, that he’d done it again with Annie. But that couldn’t be helped. Hal put his hand on his throbbing cock and knew that all that mattered to him in his life at that moment was getting his pecker into Annie-one way or another.
He smiled at her, the spider to the fly, and invited the little girl to get off her green bicycle and come into his parlor for lemonade.