My Personal Sex Journal

CHAPTER 8

Daddy isn't supposed to creep up on a girl and peek at her. It's his fault if he sees things that upset him. It's all his fault.

I don't think he should blame me, dear diary. If he doesn't want to see what he sees, he shouldn't look.

Besides, I sucked his nasty old stick and swallowed all that gooey stuff and I think it was mean of him to make me stay in my room.

And I won't.

I'll bet Mr. Hal won't treat me this way.

I'll bet Daddy will be sorry if I run away.

And I won't ever suck his old thing again-unless he says he's sorry about making me stay Јn my room…

Bob Preston was so overwhelmed and frightened by what he'd done with his daughter that he ordered her to stay in her room while he made breakfast and tried to think things over. He knew it was all his fault. From the moment he'd stopped spanking his daughter and instead played with her butt and little sex slit, he'd turned her into a nymphomaniac.

His hand still tingled with the delightful feel of driving her baton in her greasy little hole. His cock ached from being sucked. But the real ache, Preston knew, was his desire to stick it up her firm childish twat.

Bob Preston wanted to fuck his little girl. He couldn't conceal the truth from himself. That was all that mattered to him. Not good or bad or anything else. He wanted to toast his fuck stick in her little tunnel and stir it around and love the way it clasped his cock.

He wanted to slide into her soppy, tight hole right up to his balls. And then he wanted to fuck the shit out of her. He wanted to jab his prick up her asshole and pound her butt raw.

Preston put his head down on the table and moaned. It was perverted… and dangerous… what he was thinking.

He remembered her sweet, young lips sucking his hot cock into her mouth. And there was no argument that could dissuade him. But what he was terribly afraid of was the thought that she might tell her mother. His daughter might reveal what kind of pervert he really was.

Putting his hand under the table, he stroked his cock.

At that moment, his wife came in!

"Hi, darling!" she said.

She was all sort of wispy and willowy and fragile. Her robe floated around her and her breasts showed through, creamy with pink tips. Her waist was narrow, and her cunt was just barely visible, puffy soft under a canopy of soft, brown cunt hair.

She leaned over the table and kissed him and ran her tongue around inside his mouth. Her eyes were half closed and dreamy. She had a well-fucked look that invited more of the same.

Preston put his hand on her soft hip, his fingers caressing her butt, and drew her around the table to him. He forced her legs to straddle his knees and then she was sitting astraddle his lap, facing him, her breasts pressing against the front of his robe.

Preston put his hand in the front of his wife's negligee and cupped her full breast. Her tit hardened to a sharp point in his hand.

If she felt his hard cock pressing against her crotch, she gave it no notice. She dosed her eyes and sighed and snuggled against him.

His fingers played with her buttocks, squeezing and fondling them. His other hand played with his wife's breast until she moaned with desire. "Fuck me, darling," she murmured. "Hurry. I can't stand to wait."

She squirmed and rubbed his hard cock against her crotch. It was all the encouragement Bob Preston needed.

He tightened his hand under her and lifted. His wife lifted her butt and moved forward and when he eased his hold she sat down again-his cock resting squarely against her sleepy sex hole.

It drove in like it was a greased bullet. Annie's mother sighed again. It was a sigh full of passion. She loved the sensation of her husband's cock penetrating her cunny. She loved to feel her cunt stretching around his big stick as it filled her slot. She shivered, and the feeling of being split seemed to run from her cunt to her womb.

Expertly, Preston cupped her buttocks in his hands and began guiding her in an up and down motion that smoothly slid her cunt almost off his prick only to sheath it again to the balls. Each time his wife sat down full they were both jolted by the force of his cock penetrating her to the full length of her vagina.

In and out. His cock pulled out of her slowly with her fuck juices and then slipped back in with a slurpy sound.

Preston bent his head. He was panting hard. His lips fastened on the sharp point of his wife's nipple and he started sucking and gumming it with ever increasing force. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth only to let her draw it out again moments later.

"Oh, oh, oh. Oh, God, I love that, Bob," his wife moaned. "Oh, darling, fuck me deeper. Harder. Harder! Fuck me deeper. Bite my nipple. The other one, darling. Suck that one too. Bite it. Ooooh!"

His wife was squirming desperately on his lap. Her squishy cunt ground around his cock, but she was securely impaled on his prick. She couldn't get off and it felt like she was sucking and masturbating his prick at the same time with her frantic motions.

And then she was heaving her butt up and down with frantic zest. Her ass pounded down with jack hammer force. Bob put his hand between their clashing bodies until his fingers found her stiff clitoris. He began rubbing it even as his cock jabbed in and out of her slick sex hole. He could feel his own cock slipping in and out of the clenching lips of her cunt as his fingers turned her sexual arousal into an eruption of feeling.

"Harder, darling. More!" his wife moaned as she fucked back.

His fingers slipped across the straining membrane of sex skin at the top of her slot and then he hooked one and drove it up her hole along with his cock.

"Ooooh!" she said. She was so startled for a moment that she sat rock still on his penetrating prick. And then she asked, "What did you do to me, darling?"

"I put a finger in too," he whispered back into her ear.

"That's dirty," she panted and settled down, enjoying the double penetration of her soppy wet cunt.

She rubbed her slit back and forth on his lap, twisting his penis and finger around in her loose, sex distended hole.

Preston put his other hand behind her and found her gaping asshole and drove a hard finger up that and it seemed to revitalize her frantic need to be fucked.

"Ohmigod!" Annie's mother screamed. Sobbing and crying she drove up and down, frantic to ride the intruders to a shuddering orgasm.

She felt her husband's prick stiffen and get bigger in her snatch, his finger playing in her asshole and swelling her rear up until she thought she was going to burst. She pressed into it. "Oh, oh, oh!" she wailed in strident rhythm. She ground down harder and harder and then she felt what she'd been waiting for: the hot splatter of come pouring into her vagina, searing her convulsing, clenching cunt walls.

She felt burned out inside even as she climaxed frantically with her convulsing husband…

Annie watched from the head of the stairs.

The little girl watched her mother get on her daddy's lap. She couldn't help but see the way that incredibly long cock stuck up between her mommy's legs and poked in that hairy hole. And then she listened to all the disgusting noises her mother made and she was getting hot and sweaty between her legs again.

As her mother screwed her cunt up and down on her husband's waiting prick, Annie rubbed her own twat with her hand, wondering if she would ever get a hard cock shoving up her own tiny pee hole.

If Mommy can do it, I can, the little girl thought defiantly. She watched her daddy's cock pulling out and shoving back in her mommy's hole and almost gave up her resolve, though. It was big and shiny and hard. The purple plum at the end seemed to pulse and swell and she could see her mommy was sweating with the effort of getting that huge thing inside her hole. Her little cunny thrilled at the thought of feeling her daddy's cock with its ropey blue veins driving up her little hole.

Annie thought she had waited long enough. And if her daddy wasn't man enough to put his big old thing inside her slit, she knew where she could go to get one just as big and just as hard – Mr. Hal!

Her mother was looking straight at her!

For a minute, Annie thought she was seen. And then she heard her mother sobbing and realized her eyes were glazed with passion.

"Uh, uh, uh, I'm coming, darling," Annie's mother sobbed. She ground down with her crotch on her husband's hand and cock jamming her cunt and wagged her rear around his other hand manipulating her asshole.

Annie couldn't help but notice as her parents stiffened while her daddy shot his white stuff into her mother's cunt. She thought it was disgusting of them, acting that way. She whimpered as her own hand dug into her little slot and twisted around. She imagined it was her daddy's hard pecker in her snatch and then she was gushing smelly fluid all over her fingers. She wiped them off on the hem of her blue dress and then snuck down the stairs and out the front of the house.

So what if daddy punishes me, she thought defiantly. But the girl couldn't forget how the last time her daddy had punished her ended. I'll bet he sticks his smelly old thing up my cunny, she thought smugly. And if he's really good, I'll let him put it up my shit hole. She amended a hasty, maybe, to her last promise.

Inside the house, Annie's mother was still dizzy from the fucking her husband had given her. Her Clint and asshole felt all stretched and tingly and still she wanted more.

But something was bothering her. She couldn't shake the impression that she had seen her daughter's face while they were fucking. It seemed to Mrs. Preston that she had looked up and seen her little girl's innocent face.

She wanted to tell her husband-but how could she?

It was her fault. She'd started them fucking in plain sight where her daughter could see them. She may have corrupted the girl for life and how could she admit to Bob she had done something like that? How could he ever forgive her?

Mrs. Preston wanted to be punished.

"Now," she said, a sob in her voice, "fuck me in the ass!"