My Personal Sex Journal

CHAPTER 3

After Hal… well… did that dirty thing to me, I had to go back, don't ya see? I couldn't let him think that it was all his fault. He needed me to tell him I was okay-that he didn't really hurt me with his big, ugly finger.

I mean, he stretched my little hole all out of shape and I don't think I'll ever let anything in there again as big as his finger. But, it did feel kinda good.

In fact, I can remember just how it felt right now…

Annie walked her bicycle away from Hal Green's little white ocean front house. She still felt all tingly between her legs-and a little sore. And she had a lot to think about. She didn't want to get home too fast or she'd never figure anything out at all.

When she'd left, Hal was laying back on the sofa, a silly smile on his face, and Annie assumed he was happy about something. She had seen the wet all over his pants crotch and she wondered about that. But she didn't say anything. It was really embarrassing to wet your pants and have somebody notice.

"Are you… going?" he'd asked.

"Uh huh." Annie had nodded her head. "Mom and Dad get awful mad if I don't get home in time for dinner."

"Oh!" Hal's face fell, and then it seemed to brighten. "You had a good time, didn't you, Annie?"

Annie nodded. "I guess so, Mr. Hal. It was… different."

"Well… well. That's good, honey. And if you like, why don't you come by again some time after school and… we'll think of more games."

"Sure, Mr. Hal." Annie grinned at him and smoothed her skirt down over her naked pelvis. "We had a whole lot of fun, didn't we?"

Hal was standing at the door, grinning at her when she wheeled her bicycle away from the house.

It wasn't until Annie was half-way home and was riding her bicycle again that she remembered she had left her panties at Hal's. She was reminded of that fact by the way the bicycle seat rubbed against her soft, little gash. It was kind of like Hal's fingers caressing her fat, hairless cunny lips. And it made Annie remember what his hot tongue had felt like, too. The girl shivered with remembered delight and pedaled faster.

She was still pedaling like that when she swerved into the driveway at her house.

Annie's heart suddenly plummeted. Standing in the driveway, looking grim, was her father.

Bob Preston was about five foot eleven inches tall with a bulky build that started in big shoulders and worked its way down his body to his crotch where his cock was equally as large and massive. Annie didn't know about his cock, but she was aware of her daddy's muscular arms.

"You're a half hour later," Annie's father said.

His thick, black hair seemed to bristle when he was angry and his face, weathered from working outdoors as a construction crew foreman, was darker and more lined than ever. "Your mother is all ready to call the police department, young lady."

"Gee… gee… I'm sorry, Daddy." Annie started to sob. She'd learned that it didn't matter when she started crying, when her daddy was this mad she was going to cry sooner or later anyway.

She parked the bike, then meekly followed him into the garage for her punishment.

The double garage was Bob Preston's hideaway. One half he had partitioned and turned into a workshop. The other half held the car and tools he used to work on it.

Annie always had her punishment in there. It was partially soundproofed and the little girl had learned early that she could bawl her lungs out as much as she wanted and nobody would hear her.

Her father sat down on the long bench in front of his work table and beckoned her to come and get her punishment.

Biting her lip, Annie reluctantly got into position, laying across her father's knees and tightening up, ready to start sobbing at the first whack on her buttocks. And then there was a long pause.

"Where-are-your-panties?" her father's voice demanded hoarsely.

A chill descended over Annie. Her butt, revealed by her yellow skirt being lifted, was baby naked. The air was chilly between Annie's warm thighs and the little girl pressed her knees together.

"I-I guess I forgot to put them on this morning," Annie whimpered.

Another long pause was followed by her father's chocked voice saying, "You're a grown up girl, now, Annie. You mustn't ever forget to wear your… drawers… under a short skirt. Never!"

"I won't, Daddy!" Annie felt terrible for lying to her daddy, but she didn't think he'd be happy hearing the truth about how she had lost her panties at Hal's house. In fact, it might cost her another spanking-and she wasn't past the first one yet.

"You know why I'm going to punish you, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," Annie said meekly. "For coming home late."

"That's right, darling, and this is going to hurt me more than it will you."

Annie trembled as she felt her daddy lay his hand on her bare buttocks. She wasn't sure that he was telling the truth. Then his warm hand was gone from her soft butt cheek and she automatically tightened her rear end. Squeezing her eyes closed, she wished she'd come home on time-even though the last half hour with Hal's hot finger zipping in and out of her fervent little pussy had been really swell.

Bob Preston raised his hand and prepared to chastize his daughter. He knew he shouldn't. When she had laid down across his knees and he raised her skirt and discovered her bare behind, he knew he should have stopped. His little daughter's ass cheeks were round and plump. The skin was milky white in contrast to her tanned legs and there was the barest hint of baby pink. He wondered what she looked like if she opened her legs.

My God! What am I thinking about? My own daughter! Annie's father felt dazed by the impact of his own salacious thoughts. He couldn't help it. In that moment of weakness he had a mental picture of her tight pussy lips and virgin hole and it was too much for him. His cock immediately started to rise and press against the little girl's warm body.

He raised his hand arid brought it down hard, striking the drum taut skin on her shapely buttock. Immediately, Annie began to sob.

Bob Preston drew his arm back and looked down. There was a red blotch on one side of her rear. It was fiery red and hot looking. He noticed the way a long red bar, like an arrow, pointed down toward the creased flesh where her clever little rear joined her thigh.

His eyes followed the crease which ran down into the dark shelter between her legs. He knew it, led to her babyish cunny.

Desperately his arm rose and fell in a futile attempt to beat such thoughts out of his head and Annie's little butt grew redder and hotter. First one side and then the other. And it seemed that each blow brought his fingers closer and closer to the crack between her squeezed together thighs.

Annie's father knew what it was he wanted. He wanted his fingers to stroke between her beautiful legs and dabble in her swampy hot hole. He pounded her butt harder, feeling her body press against his probing cock and rubbing it, making it hotter and harder and longer.

"Daddy!" Annie whimpered. "Please, please stop, Daddy!"

Suddenly coming to his senses, Bob Preston stopped smacking his hand against his daughter's quivering rear. It glowed a bright pink. Not an inch of her creamy ass flesh had escaped the punishment of his hand and even after he stopped spanking her, Annie continued sobbing and crying.

"I'm sorry, baby," her father said. Gingerly he tried to massage the soft globes of her ass, and Annie cried out as the hurt penetrated her body. Preston snatched his hand away. He wanted to soothe his daughter's battered behind, but he didn't know how. And his cock was still embarrassingly hard, poking stiffly into the warmth of her belly.

"I'm sorry, darling," he said again. To show her how sorry, Bob Preston bent over and tenderly kissed her swollen ass cheek.

Annie sighed. The sudden movement and then the coolness of her daddy's lips on her burning rear forced the gasp of pleasure out of her even though she would have liked to have kept on sobbing. She couldn't tell her daddy, but it felt so much like when Hal had kissed her front that she couldn't help but wonder if Daddy was going to go further. And how much further would he go if he did…?

She didn't have to wait long for an answer to her question.

Annie's burning butt seemed to radiate heat to his lips and he lovingly began kissing the entire satiny surface of her soft globules. At first his lips slid around the outside curvatures of her beautiful buttocks. But then he began licking the jouncy globes. His tongue slid down into the crack at the base of Annie's spine, and then her father couldn't hold himself back another instant.

Seizing his daughter's buttocks in both hands and pulling them apart, Bob Preston ran his tongue down the exposed groove.

Annie squealed. The sensation of her father's tongue slipping down her butt crack was tremendous. His tongue was all soft and gushy like a sponge full of hot water. And when the tip flicked her little brown butt hole, she knew with delight how far her father was going.

The hurt was all gone from her behind. The main feeling was anticipation. Annie quivered as she lay across her daddy's knees. She was dimly aware of something poking out from her daddy's lap into her side. She wriggled and realized that it wasn't a pen or pencil in his pocket and she wondered what it could be. But there were other things to think about. Like what had happened to her rear. Nothing was happening!

The reason that Annie wondered was because Bob Preston was trying to stop himself from continuing. He stared down at his daughter's little body sprawled across his knees and his eyes wandered to the inviting crack between her buttocks' cheeks. She was all glistening wet with his saliva, though the angry red still glowed in her skin where he'd spanked her. Try as he could, Annie's father couldn't get the taste of his daughter's luscious skin out of his mouth. Nor could he ignore the insatiable demand to lick her tender twat.

Lowering his head, anticipation, Annie's daughter's butt.

Annie gasped. No, Daddy! That's dirty, she wanted to say. But she didn't say it out loud. Her daddy's tongue had slipped into "her rear again. The tip paused at the round muscle in her rear. It felt funny and wet back there and she felt alternately tight and loose as her asshole quivered around the tip of her daddy's probing tongue.

"Noooo, Daddy," she moaned and wiggled her little butt.

And at that instant her daddy's tongue shoved its way into her spasming asshole, spreading her butt wide, wide open.

It felt really funny, her daddy's tongue sliding up her rear and probing around inside of her hole. Sudden thrills lanced through her body. Even her toes and fingers tingled. Weird sensations worked through her middle and seemed to settle in her crotch in front. It was sort of the same, but different from when Hal stuck his tongue in her little crack.

At first it hurt so much that Annie thought her daddy was punishing her more. She was shoved full of her daddy's thick tongue and it seemed to the girl that it was ripping her open. "Ooohhh!" she moaned.

He played his tongue back and forth in his daughter's glove-tight asshole, and as he did, Bob Preston thought he'd surely come. The sensation was so exotic and voluptuous that he could barely contain the urgent feeling in his cock. My little girl, he thought, and his tongue lunged down her little butt hole and she squealed. How can I do this to my own daughter? How can I? But the answer was simple. It was easy. He was so hot he'd have sucked a cow, and it was his sweet, nublie daughter's fault. As his tongue lanced into her butt well and she squealed and writhed around it, Bob Preston thought of his cock pumping in and out of his daughter's tight snatch, and he almost squealed.

Annie was surging to new heights of pleasure as her daddy's tongue snaked its way up her rear hole. Surprisingly, it had started feeling better and better as her daddy pumped his squeezeable tongue in and out of her exciting feeling butt. The sensation of his tongue lancing back and forth, sliding in and out, thrilling the clenching rim of her asshole had started her whole body vibrating. Her nerves twanged and she felt an empty sensation in her stomach that her daddy's tongue, pushing up from her butt, threatened to fill.

"Oh, oh, oh, DADDY!" Annie screamed. Her asshole clenched around her father's tongue and it felt like he was filling her up inside. Her little twat felt so empty and neglected that she couldn't stand it. Annie was being tom between ecstasy and need.

She needed something, even Hal's great big finger, pumping up and down in her pink little snatch to counteract the throb in her tight, pulsating ass.

She shivered and twisted, her hot butt fucking itself on his wiggly tongue. Her soft body pounded against her daddy's penis.

Bob Preston raised his face from her rear. He couldn't stand anymore. He was so hot he was going to explode.

Pulling her onto his lap with one hand, Annie's father fumbled his pants open with his other hand.

Annie was startled as she felt something rise up against her soft buttocks. And then her daddy pulled her back against him and the long, cushiony tube sprang up between her legs. Annie gasped.

Preston held his daughter on his lap. He was breathing hoarsely. His cock stuck up obscenely naked between his daughter's naked thighs. The head was purple and angry looking. Thin blue veins criss-crossed the surface of the skin and a fold of bright pink skin huddled around the neck of his cock like a fold of knitted scarf.

"Ouuuhhh, Daddy!" Annie wriggled and squirmed. The warm shaft of his peter pressed against her tender vaginal lips and really turned the little girl on. Somehow she knew that his big thing was made to go into her little slot. It's too big, Daddy! she thought. It's way too big! Not that she said anything. She just thought it.

But Bob Preston knew he couldn't do anything so gross as rape his little girl. He had to have relief. It was like his cock was tearing out at the roots. It was so hot and sweaty he couldn't stand it.

When his pecker popped out into the cool air a chill of. pleasure ran down the length of his glistening, sweaty meat and up his body into his brain. But the coolness was only a momentary respite. Annie clamped her hot little thighs around his flesh stick and he almost came. He felt her crack open slightly and hug his penis. Her naked thighs squeezed it.

"Put your hand on it, darling," Preston told his daughter. Obeying, as she always did, Annie reached out with her hand and grabbed the swollen knob on the end of her daddy's stick. It felt so good and warm and interesting that once she had her hand on it she didn't want to let go.

Her daddy seemed to want her to hold on, too.

"That's the way, Annie," he said hoarsely. "Now move your hand up and down on it. That's the way, baby. Faster. Faster. Oh, that's really good!"

Annie was mesmerized by the action of her slender white hand on her daddy's thick stick. She squeezed and it flowed around her fingers. It really felt good and she moved her hand and gently stroked the pink head and stared curiously at the eye in the very center. The eye was pulsating and twitching and Annie could feel a deep throb in her daddy's stick. Something, she was sure, was going to happen.

Bob Preston was sure, too. He was hypnotized by the motion of his aching prick between the girl's lovely thighs. He had his hands wrapped around her buttocks and was lifting her up and down. His cock slid up and down between her clenching thighs and he was thrilled by the delicate friction of his meat against her dewy flesh.

He nuzzled her ear and she turned her head and he kissed her on the mouth. His daughter was so surprised that she opened her mouth and his tongue slipped inside and she was instantly sucking on his tongue.

At the same time, she pulled his cock against her dripping wet cunny, agog with the strange excitement that seemed to grasp her.

His bulgy cock head shoved against her little sex button. It was like an electric switch had been thrown. Annie struggled to cram the bulging head into her trembling hole. It was too big, but she wanted it there. The fiery touch of his cock flesh on her little button had electrified the girl. She squirmed and moaned, "Golly, golly, Daddy!"

Annie couldn't describe the excitement that gripped her. Staring down between her own legs and seeing that fierce pole of her daddy's sticking up between her own them was shocking. But not half as shocking as the touch of his moist flesh against her inner thighs and particularly against her zingy crack.

It was a whole lot better than when Hal's finger had rubbed her there. His cock seemed all bristly, though it wasn't. All Annie was sure of was that when it touched her she tingled in the funniest places. Her little twat seeped liquid and the little girl was afraid that she was peeing against her wishes.

"Pump it. Up and down," Bob Preston groaned.

He quivered as he watched his daughter slide her hand over his hard knob and experienced a sensation like velvet brushing across silk. His cock got harder under the little girl's smooth, white hands.

"Up and down, honey. Up and down," Preston croaked.

He sighed as his daughter began sliding her fingers up and down the horny length of his stick. She did it like she had had lots of practice, like she knew what it was all about.

Preston writhed and felt her buttocks sliding across his lap in mute sympathy with the excruciating pleasure his cock was experiencing.

Annie's fingers slipped up to the fiery tip and stroked the fat, mushroom shaped head. Then they slid down, squeezing and massaging his heavy joint and rubbing it delightfully until they were on his balls.

"Harder, baby. Harder!"

"Yes, Daddy!" Annie was breathing hard. She didn't know why. It wasn't hard doing what her daddy wanted-massaging the heavy cock between her baby fat thighs. But it sure felt good. As she played with his stick, she pulled it against her little crack and button and it made her insane with joy. She wanted to go ahead and stick it up her crack, but that wouldn't be right. She knew that without being told… and, besides, it was way too big to fit up inside her. She thought. But… and in the last couple of hours… she was finding out that she didn't know what she was really, truly capable of putting in there. A secret thrill coursed through her just as a result of thinking about it.

"Oh, God, Annie!" Bob Preston writhed and heaved his hips. He couldn't stand any more. His groin was pounding apart and when his daughter gripped his balls with her hot hands he thought he would come instantly.

Annie pulled on his big suck stick and he thought about it being so close to her hot mouth.

And that was all Bob Preston could stand. His hips heaved and his arms tightened around his daughter and his cock pumped furiously and a white hot geyser of molten liquid spewed up into the air and spattered his daughter's perky, innocent face and lips.

And Bob Preston felt so good-and so ashamed-he wanted to die.

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 right." 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 allover. His cock dangled limpy 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 weiner. Annie told herself the next chance she got, she was going to take the weiner 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!