My Personal Sex Journal

CHAPTER 7

I'll bet that Mommy never had a baton up her old snatch. She's really missing out. And I'll bet Daddy doesn't ever tell her.

Just thinking about it makes me positively drooly between the legs, dear diary. Boy, I hope nobody ever sees what I've written in you. It would just blow their minds if they ever did.

I don't know why nobody ever told me before how much fun it is to have a hairy old thing jammed up my little slit.

Maybe they think that's all I'd ever do if I knew just how much fun it really was.

But that's silly!

A girl can't go around all the time with something up her little twat. She'd never be able to peepee. And besides, it might be awfully uncomfortable after a while.

I wouldn't want to be fucked all the time. I guess. At least, not every minute of the time. I'd still do other things… maybe!

Bob Preston woke up from a troubled sleep punctuated by fantasies of naked women engulfing him, flowing over him, smothering him with their pussies. Guilt had overwhelmed him finally. He realized that the ass fucking episode with his wife was the result of his guilt over letting his daughter play with his cock. He vowed never to let it happen again.

Quietly, he slipped out from under the covers. His wife's body was warm against his and she stirred in her sleep when she felt him sliding away.

He stared down at her, at the way she curled around the warm spot he had left in the bed, and wondered how he could have been so weak.

He was naked and shivered slightly in the cool, morning air. His penis was already up and hard-as it was every morning.

Bob Preston was a good looking man. His shoulders were broad and he had a rug of crisp, curly black hair on his chest. His eyes were greenish hazel, but at the moment they were haunted, standing stiffly up from his groin was his cock, flushed purple and pink.

He wondered how he could still be hard. After last night he was surprised he had anything to be hard about.

Walking down the hallway to the bathroom in his bathrobe, he wondered if it had all been a dream. Could it have been part of his fevered imagination that night? He shook his head-and then paused.

A sound from his daughter's bedroom had caught his attention. He paused and then turned. Putting his hand on the doorknob, he eased it open, not wanting to wake Annie if she was asleep.

Bob Preston gasped!

Annie's father couldn't help it. He was so shocked by what he saw that he was surprised that he didn't just faint.

His sweet daughter was sprawled naked on her back in the middle of her bed, her black hair spread across the white pillow. Her skin was irridescent gold against the bright pink spread.

But what had really caught his eye was the way her legs splayed lewdly across the bed-and the way the silver baton projected out of her tight clasped cunt.

At first he thought she was hurt. It seemed she had to be. There was no way that Bob Preston could imagine his virginal, innocent child to be in such a lewd pose. He imagined that a burglar had broken in and raped and ravished the poor child in the middle of the night; that she was dead at the intruder's hand.

And then Annie stirred. Her eyelids fluttered and then her eyes flicked open and she was staring up at her father without a hint of pain in her clear, brown eyes. Finally, she said. "Oh!"

The girl's innocent face and lewdly displayed body drew Bob Preston like the two ends of a horseshoe magnet, repelling and attracting at the same time. He couldn't control himself. The combination was irresistible.

Annie was just as shocked as her father. When she opened her eyes, she just stared at him without comprehension.

Then she felt the baton resting heavily in her cunt. And she felt the cool, morning air prickling her naked skin and she knew he could see everything. Everything! That's when she said, "Oh!"

Her father moved toward her, and Annie was afraid. She'd been terribly naughty and her daddy was going to punish her, that she was sure of. And she was sure that she deserved to be punished.

Bob Preston stopped at the side of the bed, staring down.

Annie was staring up, looking at the red and blue and yellow and white plaid of his woolen bathrobe. She saw the way the material jutted out below her daddy's belt. There was a strange but familiar odor in the air.

Hesitantly, Annie raised her hand. Her fingers closed around the rod that tented her daddy's bathrobe. And immediately the girl was excited again. Her breath rushed in and out of her lungs.

Her father felt some of the same emotions. He stared down at his daughter's hand wrapped around his throbbing pecker and he knew he had to tell her to let go-but he was too excited. He couldn't. It just felt too damn good to do anything like that.

It seemed to Bob Preston that he could feel everyone of her fingers even through his bathrobe. Each finger burned a hot brand in his skin and sent a separate throb of pleasure shooting down his cock.

Annie licked her lips. She wet them over and over until they shone with moisture, glistening red in the light through her window. And then she moved her hand and her daddy's penis poked stiffly through the front of his bathrobe, looking just like she remembered it.

The head was all swollen and tender looking.The slit in the end pulsed with a savage rhythm and Annie wondered if she could make it spit again. There was some strange fascination in the little girl's mind with the eruption of white cream from the end of his cock.

She didn't know why she did it. Maybe because her daddy looked so scared and his penis so cold and lonely, sticking out like that. It did look sort of like one of those pushup popsicles with the cardboard wrapper. But, whatever the reason, she raised her head and opened her lips and swallowed her daddy's throbbing thing into her hot, wet mouth.

"What are you doing, Annie?" her daddy wailed.

But he knew, all right. Just staring down at the way his daughter's twelve-year-old mouth stretched to wrap around his cock told him what she was doing. He didn't have to be told. Not in the least.

She was giving him a blow job. He was getting head from his very own daughter. And he wasn't doing a damn thing to stop it.

The reason was simple. It felt so damn good he couldn't stop Annie from doing whatever she wanted to do, just then. He told himself he wanted her to stop. But he knew damn well he was lying!

Annie's hot mouth had closed over his prick and her tongue swirled around it, caressing and bathing it with heat and saliva. Then her lips stroked down like silky pussy lips. She sucked and Bob Preston thought he was being turned inside out.

Annie's mouth was blissfully full. The twelve year-old girl had never experienced anything like this before. Her mouth was so full that it reminded her of the way the baton still filled her hot little, twat. As the girl slowly slid her mouth up and down on her daddy's cock she was wistfully reminded of the way the baton had slid in and out of her greasy pee hole and she wished it would do it again.

Stroking her mouth down to the end of her daddy's thing and then kissing it, she said, "Daddy, please, move the… the thing around down there and make me feel all funny and good. Please."

Annie was humiliated by her own request. But she wanted that feeling to start up between her legs and her hands were too busy helping her mouth to do it herself. Her fingers had found her daddy's big balls and lovingly squeezed and stroked them, feeling the warmth and excitement.

His cock responded to the movements of her hands on his balls and Annie was thrilled by the way it jerked and pulsed in her mouth. It felt like she had a second vagina. And she knew she was making her daddy happy by the way he gasped and panted as she mouthed his pee stick.

"Please, Daddy," she mumbled around the cock in her mouth. "Please."

Bob Preston could barely contain the feeling that ran through his cock and balls. His daughter's hot, wet mouth sucked and pulled at his fuck tube and sent electric sparks lancing through his body.

He stared down at his daughter's clasping lips. The sight of their ruby lushness slipping greasily up and down his throbbing prick and the feel, like slipping his cock in and out of a hot, tight, buttered glove was almost more than he could stand.

Half reluctantly, Bob Preston put his hand on the cool metal of the baton. He was thinking how awful it was to even contemplate masturbating his daughter with the cheerleader's stick. He even thought it might be worse than letting her suck his cock. Almost, anyway.

Gritting his teeth, Preston resisted the terrible urge to shoot his sticky, white come in his daughter's hot, suctioning mouth. His fingers closed on the cool metal of the baton. Then his wrist was moving. He was jerking and twisting the baton, literally spinning it inside his daughter's fuck hole. His hand started moving, too. He began stroking it in and out, in and out with a simple, rhythmic cadence.

"Ooooo, Daddy!" Annie squirmed and kicked her legs up in the air and arched her cunt up at the stick in her father's hand. It. felt so good she couldn't imagine it stopping-ever. Her hole was on fire. Her father's cock flipped out of her mouth.

Annie's whole body throbbed in unison to the sliding, surging baton running in and out of her pulsating cunt. She was so slippery wet between her legs and the cool shaft felt so delicious sliding between her cunt lips that she thought she would swoon from the pleasure.

"Harder, Daddy! Faster! OOOO, do it to me, Daddy! "

Annie wriggled and turned. Her hips turned up and presented her father with an unforgettable picture of her clasping cunt lips sucking at the silver shaft of the baton. Her ass pounded up and down on the bed as she drove the shaft in and out harder and harder.

Annie thought her mind would explode from the pressure of the baton pistoning in and out, in and out between her smooth thighs.

Bob Preston was ready to explode, too. As his daughter's frenzy increased, her lips had tightened on his throbbing cock shaft. Her little tongue darted and swirled around it, licking it like crazy.

All of Bob Preston's feeling concentrated in the end of his pecker. He was hot and cold by turns. His daughter's flushed face, hot with passion a. "I'd exercise, pink and beautiful, turned him on. Her clinging lips sliding down his fuck stem excited him to an almost unbearable pitch.

"Don't, darling!" he murmured.

If Annie heard him, she gave no sign. Her brown eyes were glazed with passion. The slipping and the sliding of his cock in her mouth turned her on, too. The feel of his big, swollen cock head gave her a wild, sexual thrill in her mouth…

But most of all, Annie was on fire from the baton her daddy was slipping in and out of her snatch. It was so big and so smooth and so slippery it was driving her crazy. One minute it was stretching her open. The next minute it was escaping from her quivering cunt and leaving her vacant feeling, like she absolutely had to have something inside her twat jamming her open.

"Oooo, Daddy!" Annie gurgled around his slippery cock as it jabbed desperately in her hot mouth.

She felt herself turning inside out. Her little hole was spewing flames and smoke she was so hot. She felt like a volcano erupting molten lava, pouring out her heat in a frenzied burst of activity.

Her twat was sizzling and something strange was happening inside her body. Annie thought she was going to burst. The baton inside her seemed bigger and bigger, swelling up until it was incredibly enormous. Her tiny breasts were throbbing with sweet feeling.

And then her world shattered into a blaze of lights and strange feelings. Flames seemed to leap from her pores. She gave off particles of joy like a fourth of July sparkler bursting into incandescence.

"Aaah, aaaah, aaahhhhaaa!!!" Annie screamed and she lifted her hips and thrust them up and impaled her quivering snatch on the metallic rod plunging into her.

At the same time, Bob Preston, her father, tensed and quivered and his cock sunk between her sweet, sucking lips released its deluge of hot spunk. Preston closed his eyes and felt his juice burning its way out the end of his pecker. His fingers released the slippery baton, greasy with his daughter's sex juice, and twined instead in her hair. His cock jerked and he groaned as bolts of lightning seemed to shoot through his body.

It was sinful and awful. It was something he couldn't ever imagine himself doing-and he was doing it. But that didn't stop the pleasure from flowing through him like a raging river.

Bob Preston closed his eyes so he couldn't see his daughter's young, sweet, virginal lips sucking at his rod as he poured out his stream of hot, white come juice.

It was enough that he kept his eyes closed' and felt it filling her mouth and then escaping to flow hotly over her clasping lips and down her chin.

"Oh, God," he cried in a sort of ecstatic despair, as he stuffed his pumping prick balls deep in his own daughter's mouth.