“Ole, yes, Daddy!” Annie cried. “Oh, come, come, come, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!”
The little girl gyrated with wild abandon as she felt her father’s pecker tighten in her asshole and twist greasily as it jerked and moved and slid with increasing sexual feeling.
She could feel her own come starting deep down inside of her. Annie hadn’t thought that she could come from her daddy’s big pole up her rear. But it felt like an earthquake was starting in her ass-a volcano even.
She shoved back harder and thrilled to the feel of his hairy balls laying across her spread open cant like crazy putty.
Then Annie felt herself exploding inside, white heat pouring out from her asshole into her legs and arms and fingers until they felt like they would melt. And at the same time she felt her daddy’s cock exploding too, shooting the hot white goo inside her and burning her asshole up from the inside.
“Oh, oh, oh, God, Daddy!” she squealed. And then she was breathless laying across the work table quivering with the wondrous sensation of his softening cock up her asshole.
A draft blew into the room across the two hot, sweaty bodies of father and daughter still grinding against each other in blind ecstasy. The wind came from the doorway.
Standing in the doorway, her hand to her mouth to stifle the scream she’d been holding back was Linda Preston, Annie’s mother. As she stared into the room cluttered with all the signs of an orgy, she thought she was going to faint.
And Annie and her father, looking up at that moment, felt equally as weak!
CHAPTER 12
‘When Mommy found out, dear diary, it was the end of practically everything.
I don’t know why she had to be that way. She fucks a lot. I’ve seen her, and if she can have daddy’s old thing poked up her pussy or her ass, so can I.
I mean, it just unfair: cock for her and none for me.’
Just saying that Linda Preston was shocked was a gross understatement. Struck by lightning would have been a closer description. She had been awakened by the muffled screaming of her daughter.
At first, lying in bed wrapped in the blankets, Mrs. Preston had thought that she was experiencing a nightmare. The sounds she heard were barely human.
Her first thought, like any wife, was to reach over and shake Bob awake and see if he heard the sounds in her dream too. But the spot next to her where she could usually count on her husband to be lying, snoring oblivious to everything, was empty. In fact, it wasn’t even warm. And that was strange.
The way they’d fucked earlier in the evening, and Linda Preston shivered with pleasure as- she thought of the way he had slid his cock up her throbbing cunt earlier and filled her aching cunt with his meat, was sure to have exhausted Bob. He was a solid cocksman. But even Bob was worn out after a few rounds of frenetic fucking.
She had felt confused and lost when she realized he wasn’t in bed. Her first thought had been, This is part of the nightmare, too!
But she stretched her legs and felt the way her empty cunt ached after the almost too violent physical fucking she had undergone, and Linda knew that it was no nightmare. She never felt delicate nuances like that in her sleep. That was a real life sensation.
Troubled by Bob’s absence, and a little scared, she’d gotten out of bed to investigate.
The noise had led her down the stairs and out the front of the house. With the long, dew laden grass brushing against her feet, Linda had walked noiselessly around the house to the workshop where the sounds seemed to be originating.
To her regret, Linda discovered that she had guessed right.
The doors, always well oiled, swung silently open. But even if it hadn’t, there’d been enough noise to cover her entrance. Her daughter was whimpering and moaning with sexual pleasure as Linda’s husband tongue fucked her.
Linda couldn’t help noticing the way Annie was tied down to the table while Bob slipped his face between his daughter’s spread thighs and dipped his tongue in her honeypot.
How disgusting. The perverted bastard. The child molester! Linda Preston felt sick to her stomach. Watching her husband pervert their only child, she couldn’t think of anything except how foul her husband was for doing it. She didn’t tell herself she was jealous, though she had to admit that she envied her daughter her smooth, silky skin. She could only watch and seethe with inward fury.
And then when her husband mounted the child, she wanted to cry. She watched with terrible frustration as he slipped his swollen penis up Annie’s tiny channel, stretching the poor girl until Linda thought she would burst.
He’s too big for anything but a full grown woman, Linda thought in a kind of horrified daze. He’ll hurt her. He’ll tear her poor little cunny in half. He‘s just too damn big!
But contrary to Linda’s expectations, she watched as her husband speared Annie from behind with his cock. She writhed as she watched the girl’s hairless, pink-lipped cunt gape open to receive her husband’s thick stem. And she cringed inwardly as Annie gurgled words and sounds of intense, indescribably delicious pleasure.
But there was nothing Linda could do. Transfixed by the shock of seeing what was actually happening, she was reduced to being a spectator with a ringside seat at an incest orgy.
When Bob slipped his hot pecker out of his daughter’s writhing snatch, Linda wanted to yell. His cock head flashed bright pink for an instant, and then he was plunging it back into Annie’s soft asshole.
Linda gurgled with shame and desire and jealousy, then. She couldn’t believe the ease with which it sank into Annie’s butt hole even as the little girl begged her father to punish her. And Linda remembered how difficult it was for her to grant Bob that special pleasure.
She had always liked it. But she had also always pretended to hate it at the same time. Her cunt was quivering with suppressed longing as she watched Bob slip the meat in his daughter’s asshole And she was doubly incensed when she realized what glee and joy her daughter took in being ass fucked by her very own father.
Linda concealed part of her own reaction with rage. But there was also no doubt in her own mind by then that she was jealous-of her own daughter!
The shame of the situation washed over her like a breaking wave. Her husband apparently preferred his own twelve-year-old daughter to her. Even when it came to ass fucking, Linda was mortified.
They were gasping and writhing against each other, making the most of Bob’s long, hard cock twisting in Annie’s tight, greasy hole when they came and Bob flooded his daughter’s ass with hot semen. And Linda screamed deep in her throat and they both looked up, as if on signal.
And saw her standing there!
She didn’t do anything or say anything. There was nothing she could add to the scene. Linda knew that much. What would happen would happen with or without her at that moment. To stamp for the door dreaming for a divorce would be useless.
She had to do something else, something constructive. And that, she was sure, required cool thinking.
Her mind was in turmoil. But Linda looked her husband in the eye and said, coolly, “I missed you, darling!”
Bob Preston was momentarily befuddled. He’d expected anything but that-but a casual acceptance of his transgression.
“Honey… I… I don’t know what… to say about this. Believe me… I…
“ He stuttered terribly searching for an explanation about why he had his daughter’s asshole plugged with his cock while his semen leaked out of her in big drops.
He needn’t have bothered trying to explain.
“I’ll see you upstairs in five minutes,” Linda said haughtily. Then she turned, her robe swirling around her to show off her full, mature figure, before she walked back to the house.
Bob Preston backed off his daughter. His cock was completely soft-finally-and it pulled out of Annie’s hole with a definite plop sound. “I… I have to go … to talk to your mother,” he mumbled. He pulled on the robe he had shed midway through their sexual activities. It was still sweaty.