Annie was so surprised that she almost fell off her daddy’s lap. She had felt something happening. Her hands had dashed up and down with vigor on his slippery pole. And she had felt the funny throb in his thing. Her hands had been on the top of his slippery knob when his stuff came out and it splattered on and through her fingers and on her face.
The gooey white liquid burned when it touched her lips and she had automatically licked the droplets of come off. They tasted funny. She licked some more. The taste was stronger, tangy, but not unpleasant.
“You taste funny, Daddy,” she said. “Not like peepee-I don’t think!” She licked again to check her first impression and nodded.
Her daddy’s stick was getting soft in her hands.
Wilting like a flower in autumn, and it scared Annie.
“I hurt you, Daddy,” she murmured, frightened.
“No! No, darling,” her daddy gasped. “I’ll be all Annie’s sweet fingers caressed the sagging cock flesh and tried to keep it hard, to hold it up. His white come dripped over her hands.
“You’re bleeding white stuff, Daddy,” she said.
In amazement, Annie lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the funny juice off and discovered it tasted the same as the stuff that had splattered on her lips.
She tightened her thighs around his flaccid cock. More white stuff bubbled up out of the pink end where the hole was.
Preston couldn’t take anymore. He lifted Annie off his lap and stood on weak knees. He was shaky all over. His cock dangled limply out the open fly of his pants, making wet spots on the material.
“Oh, you’re hurt, Daddy!” Annie cried with compassion.
The child flung her arms around her daddy’s hips and bent her head a little and began kissing his dangling pecker. Her hot lips rimmed it and her tongue licked at it and in a moment it was stiffer than before.
“Don’t. Don’t do that any more, Annie!” Bob Preston ordered his daughter.
“That’s very naughty. Very naughty. Don’t!”
Annie pulled her face away from her father’s crotch and let his stick pull out of her mouth. “That’s naughty?” she asked.
Her father nodded weakly as the big, plum shaped and colored head of his cock pulled out of his daughter’s sweet mouth. He thought he would come again. “It’s … it’s sort of naughty,” he said. He told himself he didn’t want to give his little girl sexual hang-ups later in life. He didn’t want her to become an anti-sex kook.
But what he was really thinking was how good it felt. And how much better it would be if he had his twelve-year-old daughter suck him off. And Bob Preston knew that was a very naughty thought for him to have.
Annie wasn’t as sophisticated. What she was doing was kind of nice. She liked the feel of her father’s thick worm in her mouth. There were all sorts of good feelings as it stirred around and seemed to stiffen. It was nice and warm, like a wiener. Annie told herself the next chance she got, the was going to take the wiener out of the hot dog bun and suck on it and see if it was better than her daddy’s.
But, for all that had happened, it dawned on Annie that she was still itchy between her legs.
And she thought that she couldn’t say anything to daddy about that.
At least, not at that particular moment.
That was when she decided to go see Hal Green again. And see if maybe he couldn’t do something for her with his big, brown finger!
CHAPTER 4
‘I think that what happened to me had something to do with sex. But they don’t teach that sort of thing in school ‘til next year. Anyway, after Daddy let me lick his thing and play with it, I had to see if Hal had one too. I just had to.
It didn’t seem like anything could be right at all if I didn’t.
Daddy sure acted strange.
He looked funny at Mommy during dinner. And he was all swollen up. I dropped my napkin so I could bend over and look.
I wonder if Mommy likes sucking on Daddy‘s thing.
I do…‘
After dinner, Annie couldn’t want to get out of the house. Everything that had happened that day made her super eager to get moving. Strange feelings dominated her crotch. She couldn’t help it. All the time she’d sat at the dinner table, eating, she’d been thinking about her daddy’s tongue her butt and how good it finally felt. When he’d looked at her, Annie had giggled. She wished, then, he’d put his tongue in her hot hole too!
Bob Preston wished the same thing. He hadn’t been able to help it. As he ate dinner and looked past his wife at his demure twelve-year-old daughter, he had fervently wished he hadn’t been so timid and had put his tongue where he really wanted it to go.
He sucked Millie’s pussy when she’d let him-which wasn’t often. But her twat was covered with hair and big and her crack bulged open so that his tongue slid in without any feeling.
But his daughter…
Preston knew Annie would be different from his wife. Her little cunt would have been hairless, smooth like glass. It would have been tight and full of sweet juice. And-he couldn’t help thinking-his tongue would have been the very first. He wasn’t sure that he’d been the first to tongue Millie’s snatch. But he knew he would have been with his daughter.
Just the salacious thoughts gave Preston a bone hard that threatened to lift the table. So when Annie asked to be excused to go out and play, Preston was all ready to cooperate. He looked at his wife’s jutting breasts and her demure face and he knew he was going to fuck her in the butt the minute Annie was out of the house-and pretend it was Annie’s virgin snatch be was screwing.
Millie was going to complain. Loudly. And the further away from the house that Annie got, the better it would be.
But Bob Preston knew he had to have his wife’s ass or he’d die of frustration.
“Have a good time, dear,” he said to Annie. “Be back by nine.”
“All right, Daddy,” she said. Eagerly she slipped off the chair and out into the yard and the driveway where her bicycle was waiting. She knew before she even got on it that the seat would feel super against her quivery crack.
Bob Preston waited until his daughter was out the, front door. Then he stood up and unbuckled his pants and let them and his underwear fall down to his ankles.
He stepped out of them and let his cock lay on the dinner table. It was hard and long and pulsating.
“Bob!!!” Millie said. She looked at his pecker displayed obscenely on the tablecloth and swallowed hard. The brown-haired woman thought her husband had gone suddenly stark raving mad.
“Lick it,” Bob Preston ordered his wife. “Now!”
Millie was so scared she couldn’t do anything else. She leaned over the table and gingerly licked the large, purplish knob on the end as she wondered what was happening so suddenly to her husband.
She felt his hands fumbling at her dress, undoing the back, and then he had pulled it down and her large boobs spilled out. The pink nipples rubbed against the glistening white table cloth and suddenly expanded to sharp points that dragged on the starched linen.
Millie was excited, too, though she tried not to show it. Her husband was acting so strange. And the lewdness of the position she was in, bending over the table to lick his penis, was mind boggling.
It was wicked, but Millie didn’t have to take any responsibility for that. It was out of her control. She felt her panties getting wet and she squeezed her thighs together, but that only made her sexy sensation stronger.
Bob’s pecker seemed to raise and his hands on her head urged her to take it in her mouth. Millie didn’t usually like to do things like that. But this time his knob slipped between her suctioning lips and filled her mouth easily. She sucked and his cock stiffened some more.
This isn’t so bad, Millie thought. Even if Bob‘s slipped his marbles about wanting sex at the dinner table, I suppose it’s all right.
Millie squirmed and one of her tits dipped in the mashed potatoes. She writhed, and then the other dragged across the butter dish and was all greasy. Millie felt obscenely soiled. To have her breasts smeared with food was unthinkable.