I sure don't know what got into Momma. She was really weird. And I know she just fucked Daddy until he couldn't stand up.
I wonder if she sucked on his cock. I would have. Dear diary, sometimes I think it's a waste of time writing things down in you.
You never seem to have any answers.
Linda Preston was on the white sheets of her bed trembling with a repressed emotional tantrum. It was made up mostly of indignation, fear and jealousy. Once she got over the emotional shock of seeing her husband pounding his big prick into her daughter's asshole, her mind skittered off to contemplate a myraid of other things-like the fact that she wasn't as young as she used to be.
God, she thought, clutching the sheet in her tightly clenched hand, suppose I'm too loose to make him feel good anymore. It happens, damnit, it happens. Maybe that's why he wants a young, inexperienced girl like Annie. She's his own daughter, and it's disgusting. But… but maybe her cunt is more slippery and sexy than mine. Maybe that's the reason he's leaving me for her. Maybe I don't fuck enough!
By the time Bob Preston edged uncertainly into the room where his wife was waiting, Linda Preston was as unsure of herself as she could be. All she knew for sure was that her cunt was hot and runny and it needed reassurance that her husband could still provide.
She didn't want to lose Bob. She wanted to keep him, to love him. Yet she couldn't just forgive him. Not after what she caught him doing.
The words to talk to him wouldn't come when he was finally in the room. They froze in her throat and she just stared icily at him.
"Darling," he said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for fucking Annie."
"Ass fucking her, you mean, don't you!" Linda's voice was a sob. "I could understand if my cunt wasn't good enough for you anymore. You've worn it out. But why her asshole? Isn't mine tight enough? Isn't it good enough for you? Do I turn you off that much, that you have to screw our daughter to get off? Is that it?"
Linda threw her arm across her eyes and started sobbing.
Bob knelt on the bed. "No, darling! I love you. I love your cunt and your asshole. They're beautiful and I could stick my cock in them day and night and not get enough. They're really beautiful and tight and slippery. Jesus, I love fucking your ass more than anything. You have a big, beautiful ass. Not like Annie's. Not all stingy where I can't get a handful while I plow it. I love sticking my cock in your ass more than anything… "
Bob Preston realized his wife needed reassurance. And he gave it to her in the only way he knew how.
"Do you mean it?" Linda sat up in bed and stared at him, her eyes hollow-socketed and red-lined from her crying.
"Of course I do, darling." Preston put his arm around his wife and immediately she started sobbing again.
"Then why do you go around fucking your own daughter?" The anguish in her voice was real. "You're just some sort of pervert, then!"
The statement stopped Bob Preston cold. She was right. He was some kind of pervert. He didn't need to fuck his daughter's eager little cunt-not when he had a wife as hot as Linda. But just thinking about it made him red hot. His cock had already started to respond to his thoughts about his daughter's naked ass by rising up against his belly.
"There," Linda cried, "you're doing it. You're thinking about Annie and you're getting all hard and horny!"
"No," Bob said desperately. "I'm thinking about your beautiful ass, darling. I'm just thinking about how nice it is to hold it while I stick my cock up your asshole. It feels so good in my hands, it really turns me on just thinking about it."
"Really? You're not just saying that, are you?"
"No, darling. Honestly. It does, it turns me on' like mad."
Bob didn't have to lie. When he thought about it, Linda's beautiful ass did turn him on and make his cock eager to plow into it. But he couldn't get his daughter out of his mind to concentrate on it, that was all. And that was the crux of his problem.
"Prove it," Linda said. She spread her legs and gave her husband a glimpse of her brown-furred snatch. "Prove you're thinking about me and not my daughter-right now!"
Bob Preston didn't want to lose his wife. And looking at the soft, silky hair between her thighs and the vague shape of her cunt, he made up his mind what he was going to do.
Getting on his knees between her legs, he lowered his wife to her sprawled-open thighs. The heavy perfume of her sex filled his nostrils. It was dry and musky and sweet in his nose.
Her cunt lips were plump mounds of soft flesh, red-lined inside. That was what he was after.
Following the odor down to her slit, Bob Preston stuck out his tongue and began to swirl it around and around in the seething cauldron of her suctioning cunt!
Linda couldn't stay mad forever. At least, not with his tongue flailing the inside of her snatch. She moaned and ground her hips, feeling his tongue stretching her cunt out from the inside.
She began fucking her cunt against his face. She thrilled to the way that her husband's tongue pumped into her like a cock. She loved being sucked almost as much as she loved being fucked.
Bob Preston's head bobbed up and down frantically. He was using his tongue like a cock, jabbing it in and out of his wife's snatch. His lips mashed down on her love button causing her to squirm with renewed pleasure and vitality. He was hitting her where she lived and Linda couldn't help but respond.
She began sobbing and crying and Bob Preston recognized the symptoms. His wife was about to have an orgasm. Desperately he flailed his tongue in her hot hole, whipping the sides and enjoying the way her twat responded by grinding down on his lips. He glued his mouth to her hot hole and suddenly began sucking.
Linda had been about to come, and her husband's last maneuver didn't hurt at all. One moment she was full of slippery, hot tongue and the next minute she thought she was being sucked inside out. It was a heavenly delicious feeling. And she knew her husband was sucking her juices out of her cunt like mad.
She squeezed her thighs tight around his head and pushed her cunt cup up against his lips and luxuriated in the sudden swell of his tongue in her snatch. It was a heady feeling.
"Oooh, oh, oh, I'm comming, commmming," she wailed and thrashed her feet up and down while Bob sucked and tongue fucked her hot twat. She loved it. She loved the feel of his tongue in her snatch and thought it was wonderful and half dissolved in a flash of white heat and sexual exuberance.
But Bob wasn't anywhere near done.
His hot tongue skittered down from her cunt hole as he raised his wife's knees so they draped gracefully over his shoulders. And his tongue didn't stop until it was resting right on the opening of her tight, little asshole ring.
Bob Preston hadn't lied. He was turned on just thinking about his wife's butt hole. And when he had a chance to shove his tongue into her little he took it. There was a certain satisfaction in feeling the circular ring squeezing his tongue and then letting it in. The taste wasn't anything to write home about, but he really enjoyed the frantic excitement that Linda incurred while he was turning her on this way. And, though he didn't want to admit it, part of the fun was the way his wife always objected that it was "dirty" and that she didn't want to do it that way anymore.
She loved it. From the very first time he had stuck his tongue up her shivering asshole, Linda had been ecstatic about getting it in the ass-just like she was now!
Her legs tightened alongside his head. Bob Preston didn't mind. He liked the way her warm thighs pressed against the side of his head. He was also engulfed by the warm smell of her cum oozing cunt.
His tongue licked faster and faster at Linda's asshole. He swabbed between her ass cheeks, causing her crotch to twist and turn as she experienced an unscratchable itch where his tongue had been.
Then, when he judged she was ready, Bob Preston shifted her legs so her ankles were around his neck and then he was driving his hot cock deep into her gaping asshole.
Linda screamed deep in her throat. She hadn't been expecting what happened. It was a double shock.
The first shock was just having Bob slide his big cock against the entrance of her pulsating asshole. The second was when he drove it all the way in one hard thrust, swelling her insides until she was filled to overflowing with cock meat.
It hurt and felt tremendously good at the same time. She had never gotten used to the initial penetration, the feel of his cock tearing the outside of her asshole open with one solid thrust. But once inside, it felt absolutely great.
Linda groaned with pleasure.
"Show me," she said, "show me how you love my asshole better than Annie's, you daughter fucking asshole bandit."
Bob Preston was ready and willing to do just as his wife asked. His cock was baking in her asshole at a fevered heat. He almost couldn't stand the acute sensations running through his body. They were all he could bear and he knew it. When he started playing with his wife's butt, he'd been thinking about his daughter's asshole. But no longer. All he was concerned with was the tight, sweaty feeling of her asshole rim sliding up and down his boiling cock flesh.
Bob Preston grunted and heaved against his wife's rear, his bathrobe flopping like wings against her body as they fucked in a fury of orgiastic pleasure. Her asshole sucked on his cock just the way her cunt did. It was like sinking his pecker into a bowl of hot mush and fighting steaming quicksand to get it back.
He rotated his hips and twisted his cock furiously in her rear.
Linda heaved and bucked in response. She loved that particular motion. It seemed he was twisting her wide open like a corkscrew and yet every movement was an expression of ecstasy. In a way, it was pure pleasure. She was so excited inside she wanted to shit and come at the same time. But she was so full of pleasure, she could do neither.
All Linda Preston could do was wait for her husband to finish fucking her, to fill her with the forbidden ecstasy that she knew was wrong. And that she waited patiently for, because every moment she waited was filled with overwhelming sensations of unbearable joy.
Furiously, Bob Preston drove his jack-hammering cock in and out of his wife's ass. Her asshole rim sucked at it and tried to stretch it so it would go in deeper and longer. The rim of his cock was pulsating with wild feeling. He knew he couldn't go on much longer.
Linda heaved her butt up in wild feeling, jamming it up around her husband's cock until she felt the soft cushion of his balls at the edge of her asshole. She was filled with throbbing cock. It filled the length of her asshole, it seemed like. And she loved it.
At the same time, Bob had driven down and the sudden shock of sheathing his cock deeper in her butt than it had ever gone before was transmitted through his whole body.
He groaned and then his body quivered desperately as his balls squeezed out a dry, sporadic squirt of come. It sprayed the insides of Linda's butthole and was the hot match that touched off her own sexual explosion.
She lay back, her legs resting on her husband's shoulders, his cock jammed up her asshole, and unconsciously did the same thing she had seen her daughter do earlier-frigged her finger in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
At the same time she enjoyed the explosion in her bowels. The come that exploded against the inside of her asshole like hot hail was the thing she'd been waiting for, needed to reach her own soul-shattering orgasm. Her hips heaved and her legs, supporting her husband's weight trembled as she let him fill her rectum with his hot sperm.
She kissed him then. Her lips sealed his hot lips with passion that threatened to burn him. Her tongue in his mouth was like a cock fucking him.
And her husband didn't mind. He swallowed her saliva and sucked her cock and pumped his sticky white goo into her butt until he was totally exhausted and his soft stick came out and rubbed against her ass cheeks. Then he finally rolled off.
"Did you like it?" Linda asked contritely.
"I loved it!" Bob Preston protested vehemently.
He had to. There was no other answer possible.
And he had loved it even if it sucked his balls dry and left him with sucked dry balls and no energy. He thought about his daughter's hot ass and his pecker stirred. But just a little.
Linda noticed though. She pressed against him and ran her hand down his body and captured his slimy fuck stick.
"If you loved it so much," she whispered, "let's do it again. I'm ready whenever you are."
Silently, Bob Preston groaned. He was all fucked out. But how could he explain that to his wife without bringing up their daughter and what he did with her. "Later," he said. "I've got to recharge my batteries."
"I understand, darling," his wife said. She ran her hand down from his nipples to his flaccid cock and then back up again in an attempt to stir passion in his battered body. "We'll lay here and talk a while and I'm sure you'll get ready to do it again. We'll talk sexy!"
Bob Preston stifled a groan. He wasn't sure, but he thought there was a hint of threat in his wife's voice. And he was very sure that just talking sexy wasn't going to put anything back in his totally depleted balls!!