Annie's Dirty Diary
by Sean Harris


FOREWORD 

When a child becomes enmeshed in sex, it dominates his or her whole life. 
The danger is that an adult can also become involved. 

It is the adult's duty to protect the child, to end things when they become 
too serious or emotional. And if the adult can't do that, such a situation 
may go on and on until it can no longer be controlled by anyone-much less 
the adult sucked into it. 

The failure in our society is one of having adults unfit to practice sex 
among themselves, much less to be exposed to the temptation of sex with a 
child. Knowledge at all levels is the first step in sexual education. And 
even that, perhaps, is not enough. 

There has to be a serious effort to fight the sexual misconceptions that 
ultimately lead to misguided adults, the victims as much as the promoters of 
sexual "crimes". 

Sex with a child is a crime. But who is to be punished? 

Is the adult sick-or misguided? Is the crime venal-or simply the result of a 
poor background and too little training to handle the situation? 

We hope this books brings attention to this facet of sexual problems. 

- THE PUBLISHER 


Chapter 1 

Dear Diary: 

'I was coming home from school today and you won't believe what happened to 
me! I was raped ... Well ... Almost! I mean, it was like the same thing, 
like some big, ugly man had jumped out of the bushes and stuck his dirty 
cock in my little slittie and just fucked me silly. I mean, it was almost 
the same thing ...' 

When Annie left the school grounds, she was already excited. The seat of her 
bicycle was pulsing hot from the sun and her cunt mini-skirt wasn't much 
protection when she got on the bicycle. The hot leather seemed to burn right 
through the thin nylon of her panties and her fat, little cunt lips were 
pressed reluctantly against the seat. Hurriedly, she started pedaling, 
standing up as she pumped the bike into motion. But the damage was already 
done. The soft, hairless lips of her slit were so agitated that the motion 
of her thighs as she pedaled the bicycle was enough to create a rising 
excitement in the little girl. 

On her bicycle, Annie was a postcard maker's delight. Her dark, curly hair 
blew out behind her exposing a cute face, innocent with a stubby nose and 
wide brown eyes. Her gay miniskirt, with its tiny primroses on a bright 
yellow background, was made all the more interesting by the soft swell of 
immature breasts that just barely poked the material out from the flatness 
of her chest. 

Her buttocks sloped back. A man looking on, the way Hal Green was doing, 
couldn't help but think that his hands would cup those soft cheeks almost 
perfectly with room for his fingers to slide between her slender thighs and 
stroke her pure little box. 

The thought was so strong that Hal Green wanted to turn away when he saw 
Annie pedaling her bike down the boardwalk along the beach. But he couldn't. 
The girl's miniskirt was so short that as her knees came up, Hal imagined he 
could see the white crotch of her panties. 

He stared, and after a moment, he was sure. He could see the flashes of 
white between the naked flashes of her soft inner thighs which were tanned 
an even, golden brown. 

It might have stopped there, the girl riding by and the man continuing his 
stroll, but Annie chose that particular place to stop her bike and try to 
relieve the frantic itch that had been building up. 

It was embarrassing. At least to Annie. The itch had started with the hot 
bicycle seat and had grown and grown until it seemed to the girl that she 
was being consumed by the itch in her crotch. She desperately wanted to 
scratch, but she couldn't do that. At least, not there on the boardwalk 
where everyone could see her. 

There was only one thing to do, and Annie did it. 

She slid forward on her bike saddle and then glided back, forcing the slick 
saddle leather against her crotch with the limit of her strength. It felt 
good. But not enough. So she did it again. And again. 

Thrills of strange pleasure started shooting up through Annie's body as she 
rocked her cunt back and forth on the bike saddle, working the tip against 
her soft, squishy crotch. She knew by then that her white nylon panties were 
soaking wet and that the bicycle seat smelled terrible, but that wasn't 
enough to make her stop doing it. The rubbing just felt so good that she 
couldn't stop. 

Annie slid her butt forward on the slippery leather and sighed, luxuriating 
in the swift, gliding feel of the smooth saddle between her sleek thighs and 
the pressure on her little girl slit. She was oblivious that around her the 
sun was shining, the sidewalk was practically shimmering with heat and that 
white and tiny, fluffy clouds scudded overhead across the blue sky. 

The sight of a twelve year-old girl masturbating herself on her bicycle seat 
was out of place in that setting. But it was happening. Annie sat on her 
bike on the edge of the seawall and did it faster and faster, her cute 
little butt practically shimmying on her seat as she dragged .her excited 
twat lips across the end of the saddle. She became faint with the effort of 
trying to move faster and faster while the waves roared and pounded at the 
foot of the seawall twenty feet below her. 

Oh, Annie thought, what if it sticks in me? 

The girl imagined the pointed saddle horn getting rammed between her hot 
little lips and shivered with delicious fright. But she didn't stop. She 
couldn't. The feeling that something was going to happen was building in 
her. 

Faster and faster her crotch sawed at the saddle. Her short skirt flipped 
frantically up at each back and forth thrust. The material practically 
snapped in the warm air and there was no doubt that she was exposing her 
crotch and panties to anyone who cared to look. 

Hal Green looked. Standing rooted to the spot, barely ten feet from the 
girl, he couldn't move. His cock felt as big as an elephant's trunk in his 
pants. He was sure that everybody could see it. But he didn't cared. What 
counted what watching Annie-though he didn't know her name at the time. 

The girl was standing as if transfixed, staring out to sea. But her eyes 
were blank and her pretty little mouth was open. Her pink lipstickless lips 
trembled as if she were being transfixed, and her hips kept swaying back and 
forth. 

Hal couldn't be sure! That was part of what griped him. Her skirt covered 
her thighs and the bicycle seat and he wasn't sure that her cunt was 
actually touching the seat. He knew he could just be imagining things-seeing 
more than there was to see. But he didn't think so. His cock, definitely, 
didn't think so. His balls were so full and heavy in his pants that he moved 
with difficulty when he did move. 

Hal approached the little girl on the green bicycle with some trepidation. 
He assured himself that his intentions were honorable. He just had to find 
out if the girl in the bright yellow minidress was being naughty. It was his 
duty to reprimand her. At least, that's what he told himself. 

"Are you lost, little girl?" he asked. 

Annie's mouth closed with a snap and she froze. The terrible tingling shot 
through her and she was still itchy between the legs. She wished she could 
have gone on and on for a long while, but somebody was noticing her and it 
was time to go. Only her legs felt so weak she couldn't start pedaling. 

"Are you lost, little girl?" 

Annie shook her head and her curls bobbed. "No sir," she said. Her voice was 
weak and uncertain. She was acutely aware of the wetness between her legs 
and the way her soggy panties stuck to her skin like they were glued on. She 
shivered. Maybe he knows, she thought. A tingle started in the hot slot 
between her thighs and drilled straight up her little pee hole and Annie 
felt like she had to take a pee right then and there. She was dizzy and 
lightheaded and the bicycle seat was poking between her legs and rubbing the 
little button there and sending guilty shocks of sexual feeling soaring 
through her body-thought she didn't know the feeling was sexual. 

"Are you ill?" 

Annie stared at the man. He was tall and sort of thin. Maybe he was as old 
as her daddy who was almost forty, and he had a little grey in his black 
hair. His face wasn't handsome, but it seemed kindly to her and Annie nodded 
her head in automatic agreement that she wasn't feeling altogether right. 

"Well, would you like to come to my house and lie down?" Hal Green had to 
gulp when he asked that question. His cock was pressing so painfully against 
his trousers that he could barely walk. He knew that he didn't want Annie to 
go to his house because she was ill. Don't do it, his conscience screamed. 
And his prick got sweaty with fear that he would listen to his conscience 
after all. 

"Yes," Annie said. "I would." And she got off her bike and walked alongside 
the nice man and tried not to think about that terrible itch between her 
legs. 

Hal Green lived in a rented house that faced on the boardwalk. It was white 
with green trim around the windows and fake storm shutters that wouldn't 
dose. The yard was full of flowers protected by a white, picket fence. 

As they walked toward it, Annie felt relieved. Now that she was off the hot 
bike seat, her crotch didn't feel all sweaty and itchy. Some of that 
terrible urge to finger her throbbing lips between her legs was gone. In 
fact, the warm, summer wind blowing under her short dress caressed the 
insides of her moist, soft thighs and cooled the soggy crotch of her 
panties. That felt good to Annie. It was like a cool hand sliding over her 
pouting pee lips taking some of the fever away. She walked a little straddle 
legged, spreading her slender thighs as much as possible to get more of the 
wind. She hoped the man wouldn't notice, the smell. 

Hal couldn't help but notice. From the moment the little girl had agreed to 
go home with him his eyes kept straying to her scantly covered crotch. Every 
flip of her dress that threatened to reveal a glimpse of her white panties 
made his cock harder and more urgent in his pants. He wanted to slide it 
between her thighs and rub it back and forth, squishing her soft, fat lips 
against his round pecker. 

The wind kept shifting and wafting the heated odor of her hot twat to his 
nostrils and when Hal looked down all he could see was the flash of her long 
thighs sliding in and out under the hem of her dress. 

"This is my house," he managed to say. He held the gate open. 

Annie thought it was a nice house and yard. A safe one. And with no 
hesitation she went into the yard and parked her bicycle next to the porch. 

"Come in." Hal held the door open with a sweaty hand. 

Inside the house it was cool and dark. The scent of the ocean filled the 
room and Hal steered Annie to a long, green couch that dominated the living 
room. The twelve-year-old girl sat down and nervously pressed her knees 
together. Her short skirt slid up the long, tanned expanse of her 
stockingless legs and the white crotch of her panties was just barely 
visible. 

Hal sat next to her. "How are you now?" 

"All right, I guess." Annie looked up at him and smiled. She did fed better. 
The itch in her crotch was a lot fainter. But her soggy panties were clammy 
and uncomfortable. They bunched up in the crack of her rear and they drew 
tight across her front, the fabric pressing into the slit between her legs. 
It didn't hurt, but Annie experienced a weird feeling that made her want to 
touch herself there and either poke the panties into the hole or pull them 
out. That wasn't nice, she knew, and she tittered, wondering what the nice 
man would say if he knew what she was thinking. 

"Tell me, what's your name, darling?" 

"Annie. What's yours?" 

Hal told her and smiled. His forehead was sweaty and he knew he couldn't 
stop now-whatever the consequences. He had gone too far. "Where does it 
hurt, Annie?" He placed his hand on her middle and pressed lightly. "There?" 

The little girl shivered and shook her head. Hal's hand felt so nice there 
that she wanted to lie to keep it there. "No," she said innocently. "Lower. 
I feel funny lower." And she blushed because she knew it wasn't nice to talk 
about her crotch. 

"Oh ... there?" Hal slipped his hand down the little girl's groin and felt 
his cock get harder, if that was possible. He stared in fascination at his 
tanned, brown hand on the lighter flesh of her thigh. Under his fingers he 
felt the throb of her pulse and the lush softness of her lower belly. The 
sweet curve of her crotch started there, too, and he imagined that his 
fingers could feel the tip of her angelic slit. 

Annie squirmed and murmured something Hal didn't catch. 

She looked at his hand on her tummy and couldn't imagine why it was giving 
her such wonderful sensations that made her squirm her little, soft butt on 
the couch and press up against his hand. All she knew was that the feeling 
was heavenly and she didn't want it to stop, even if it was something dirty. 
She wanted his fingers down further. Instinctively, she knew if Hal 
scratched her down there, the itch would go away. 

"Lower," she murmured again, only in a slightly louder voice. 

She bit her lip and looked down. 

Hal's hand seemed to barely inch its way down between her legs. It looked 
like something she had never seen before between her spread open thighs. 

His hand pressed at her splayed thighs and forced them wider. 

"Gee," Annie gasped. Her eyes were wide as she looked down and watched his 
fingers disappear under-the edge of her short, yellow dress. And then she 
felt his fingertips sliding across her panties and touching her peehole 
through the material and she knew he was being very naughty. 

But Annie didn't say anything. Her flesh was quivering. She felt all 
electric between her legs. It felt heavenly. "Ooooh, do it some more, Mr. 
Hal," she moaned. And she raised her hips and rubbed her itchy cunny against 
his probing fingers. 

Hal couldn't stop. The satiny feel of little girl flesh against his fingers 
was more than he could stand. Drips of cock fluid squeezed out of his cock 
head and he wanted to grab his own crotch and jack off while he touched 
Annie's delectable cunt. Her sex odor made a cloud in the room and he sawed 
his finger. back and forth in the little girl's weeping slot. 

Annie was writhing and twisting on the couch. Hal had turned her so she was 
laying back and she could see his hand disappearing between her legs and 
feel what he was doing. And what she felt was super. 

Something thick and firm was pressed against her panties. It just seemed to 
lie naturally in the little, hairless slot between her legs. And when it 
moved up and down, rubbing at the soft, grasping lips, chills of pleasure 
shot all through Annie. 

The little girl put her hand to her mouth and sucked at her thumb, feeling 
Hal's expert hand spreading her slot open. Her saliva drooled around her 
thumb wetting her face, but she didn't mind. The feeling of being stretched 
down there was just wonderful. She wanted more and she raised her hips and 
shoved her crotch against Hal's wonderful finger and she sucked her thumb. 

"Can I take your panties off ... and ... make you feel better?" Hal asked, 
gasping desperately for air while he tried to show his beating heart and get 
his breathing back to normal. 

Annie whimpered and nodded. Then she felt her panties being slipped down her 
slender legs. For a moment, the soggy crotch was held prisoner between her 
cunt lips. Then it came free and a rush of cold air filled the suddenly 
exposed void of sweaty, en flamed flesh. 

"Ohhhhh," Annie moaned. She opened her thighs wider, in a wordless 
invitation for something-anything. She didn't know what was going to happen. 
But that didn't matter. Surges of pleasure shot up and down her body and she 
was ready for anything. 

Chapter 2 

' ... I mean, I suppose Hal raped me, dear diary. That's his name. Hal. He 
had me all laid out on the couch and he was doing naughty things to my 
little peepee hole and it isn't so bad being rape. I mean, like Mommy and 
Daddy think it's something horrible. It isn't that way. Especially when he 
stuck out his tongue. 

That's when he raped me ... 

I think ...' 

Hal stared down at the little girl spread out on the couch. Her legs were 
wide open. Her skirt was flopped up to her waist. Her panties were an untidy 
white heap on the floor. And between her legs the skin was naked and 
smooth-like pink velvet. Her pubes were gentle pink mounds and as Annie's 
legs stretched further apart they pouted open just a tiny bit and showed a 
red lining-like the inside of a ripe, juicy, sweet watermelon. 

There was nothing then that could stop Hal. He leaned forward and his mouth 
opened and his hot, saliva slick lips clamped over the little girl's cunnus 
and he kissed her right on the twat. 

His cock pounded and he thought he was going to shoot in his pants. When 
Annie's immature thighs lifted in the air and wrapped around his head he 
felt his precome juice pouring out of the swollen tip of his pecker. Her 
cunt in his mouth was so juicy he couldn't let go. It was virginal and 
fresh. There wasn't even the slightest trace of hair on her whole crotch and 
it was like sucking a luke warm tomato-but a million times more exciting. 

Slowly, his tongue stroked down the slightly open slot between Annie's 
trembling thighs and for the first time, Hal tasted the tangy little girl 
nectar pouring from her sweet little hole. 

"Aiiieeee!" Annie gasped softly. 

The little girl moaned and squirmed. She didn't know what was happening, but 
it was delicious. She raised her hips and felt the hot saliva of Hal's mouth 
bathing her crotch. 

And then it happened. 

With no warning, his tongue was jabbing between her quivering nether lips 
and she thought she'd die from the sudden surge of pleasure that swept over 
her and through her. It was huge-much bigger than her own little fingers-and 
it seemed to spread her crotch wide open with a fantastic kind of ecstatic 
joy. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped in a kind of soundless burbling as she thrilled to 
his wide, slippery tongue sticking up inside of her. 

Hal's tongue was narrow at the end and got wider and wider going back until 
it was bigger than anything Annie could ever imagine sticking in her own 
childish twat. But she didn't know that. 

Looking down, all Annie could see was the top of Hal's head, his grey 
streaked hair and the tips of his sunburned ears. 

But she could feel him! 

He started stroking up and down her joy slot with his tongue tip. At first 
that was enough and it was turning Annie inside out with forbidden pleasure. 
But as be licked faster and faster the girl felt like she was going to 
explode if she didn't get more and more and more. The original itch was 
gone, but her little flesh furrow had a new, more persistent feeling racing 
through it. She wanted that lovely tongue sucking and slurping through her 
crotch to stop and drill her-to stretch her open even further than she was 
already. 

She tightened her legs around his head. His ears felt fantastic against the 
naked insides of her thighs and she grabbed his hair and tugged on it and 
pressed her passionate pussy harder against his mouth. 

"Oooh, do it some more, Mr. Hal," she urged, practically sobbing. 

She pumped her hips up and down, practically forcing his tongue to impale 
her slippery little twat. Each jab into her gash was sheer heaven to Annie. 
His tongue was hot and slippery and squirmy. It was tapered and the deeper 
it sank into her juicy little snatch the wider open she was stretched. The 
stretching felt wonderful. Her cunt lips gaped open and shivered with 
excitement. She couldn't help the automatic reflex which squeezed her cunny 
tight around his tongue, threatening to throw it out of her snatch. 

The tingle-around her hole was fantastic. But the little girl breathed deep 
and sighed at what was going on inside her. 

The hot length of Hal's tongue wormed up her hole and it felt to Annie like 
she was stuffed with something incredibly long and warm. And then, to top 
that, Hal kept wiggling the tip of his tongue deep inside of her and she 
wanted to swoon when his tongue tip caressed the insides of her little 
cunny. 

"I feel sooo strange," she groaned to Hal. 

Indeed she did. She felt like she wanted to pee-but she couldn't because 
Hal's tongue filled her little peephole completely. It was like a cork in a 
bottle. And the pressure was building inside Annie. 

Annie had opened her eyes and she noticed the front of Hal's pants bulged 
lewdly and there was a big wet spot. But, while she was curious that a man 
Hal's age could wet his pants, she didn't say anything. She couldn't. 

Hal had started flicking his tongue rapidly in and out of the little girl's 
convulsing hole. 

"Ahuhahuhah!" Annie sighed and gasped. 

Each movement of the man's tongue in her slot was like a hammer blow. She 
was full-then empty-then full again. She writhed and twisted on the couch 
and tried to pull Hal's hair out. It was too exciting. 

His tongue kept lowing in and out of her snatch. She writhed around it as if 
it was a greased stake gliding up and down, in and out of her fevered cunt. 
Annie groaned and humped her hips and shoved down. The little girl was dizzy 
on the thrilling feeling that shot through her body. She had never felt 
anything like it. It was as if she was being ripped open and plugged full of 
thick, steamy meat. And then the next instant it was gone, gliding out of 
her hole, leaving her begging to get it back again. 

No, no. Put it back in me again! the little girl wanted to say when it felt 
like his drippy, red tongue was getting out of her slot. But she didn't. 
That wouldn't have been nice. 

Instead, she tightened her knees around Hal's head and felt her legs draw 
his face tighter against her smelly crotch. That seemed to help because when 
she did that his tongue went extra deep up her snatch and she couldn't help 
moaning. 

Suddenly, Hal pulled his face away from her slippery, wet crotch and Annie 
was really disappointed. She itched there something fierce and it seemed to 
her that just a few minutes more of that would have been enough. SOMETHING 
WAS GOING TO HAPPEN! The thought was so strong and fierce that she was ready 
to cry in frustration. 

"What's wrong?" Hal asked. His voice was weak as he stared down at the 
nymphet's twitching vagina. 

"I itch there," Annie said, also weakly, as she gestured toward her excited 
peepee hole. Her finger almost touched it and a savage thrill of exaltation 
swept Annie. The little girl just had to touch it. And that was something 
naughty-particularly with Hal watching! 

"Well ..." Hal said. "Well, scratch it then!" 

Hal's mouth was dry. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth as he 
watched her finger, hypnotized. 

Annie gurgled deep in her throat. Her legs opened wider and her delicate 
fingers inched down the inside of her thigh toward the plump mound of pink 
flesh Hal had been tormenting with his tongue. She thought she shouldn't do 
it, but she couldn't stop. Closer and closer her fingers neared her 
sensitive cunny lips. 

Hal was faint. He couldn't believe he was seeing what was happening. The 
tiny tip Annie's white finger rubbed against the edge of her soft, silky 
crack and opened it. Then her finger slid in. 

It was so smooth! One moment the gleaming fingernail was on top, and the 
next it was inside the little opening as, if it had been swallowed. Moisture 
welled out of her crack and frothed around her finger. She pressed deeper 
until her knuckle was being sucked by her twat, too. 

Hal imagined his cock in that tiny, tight hole and he almost came all over 
himself, and he didn't care. Anything was worth what he was watching happen. 

"It'll feel better, honey," he gasped, "if you rub your finger up and down." 

"Really?" Annie was surprised that Hal would know something like that. But 
it made her feel better. She pumped her finger up and down and could hear 
her cunny lips slurping around it. Explosions of joy surged through her body 
and her baby-sized hole tightened up and that was even greater. She was 
tingling way inside her body. She felt like she was going to turn inside out 
but, at the same time, Annie wished her finger was bigger, that she could 
reach further up her hole, that she was stretched wider open. She pumped her 
hips up and down, her knees out, while raising her crotch toward Hal's face. 
She wished he'd put his tongue back in her. 

He did lean down and lick around her finger, sucking up the juice that shot 
out of her clenching snatch. 

Annie sighed. His wet tongue sliding up and down her juicy finger and over 
her pouting cunt lips and occasionally flicking inside her hot little hole 
right next to her probing finger made her dizzy. 

Hal was dizzy, too. He sucked up the tangy joy juice welling out of the 
little girl's slot and his pecker jerked and swelled with unrestrained joy. 
His pants front was soaked, and he didn't care. He couldn't think of 
anything but that fantastic little girl hole. It was too small. He knew 
that. But he licked her whole crotch, his eyes inches away from her slot, 
staring at the shiny, smooth, glistening flesh between the girl's legs. Her 
finger drove up and down in her hole, cunt juice bubbling around it on each 
stroke and creating a fresh froth of moisture that he was eager to lick up 
as fast as it came. 

"Maybe ... maybe I can help you, darling ... " Hal whispered hoarsely. 

The middle-aged man knew he couldn't go on much longer this way. He was 
going to shoot all over himself. And he had to have his hands on the little 
girl's hot, pulsating flesh when he did. He just had to. 

Annie took her little finger out of her warm hole and stared in wonder as 
Hal put his hand on her crotch. His fingers were tanned brown and they 
contrasted sharply with her gleaming white skin. 

He inched his hand down and Annie sighed. It felt so good, having his hand 
there. It was warm and felt comfortable. 

And then she saw what he was going to do and her breath caught in her throat 
and it seemed like she couldn't breathe even the littlest bit. He was going 
to put his big, brown finger in her tiny pink hole and his finger seemed SO 
big! 

Annie closed her eyes. She wanted to say no! But she also wanted to have 
that big thing inside her, touching her in there where she couldn't reach 
and where Hal's tongue wouldn't go. 

She opened her eyes again in time to see Hal's dark finger pressing softly 
against her slot. It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt good! 

First his finger made a little dip in her skin that she felt clear to the 
top of her head. And she knew, then, that she wanted it to go into her 
deeper and deeper. 

And then his finger was in her hole and it felt absolutely heavenly and she 
was getting stretched widely open and that was a tremendous sensation and 
her hips shot -back and forth, encouraging him to go on. "Wow!" she sighed, 
and really meant it. 

Annie watched with unbelieving eyes as Hal's finger slipped deeper -and 
deeper in her well. The first knuckle was in and then the second and finally 
his finger was all gone eight up to his hand. 

"Hmmm," Annie sighed and stared at his brown hand on her soft, white lower 
belly and the way one finger disappeared into her tight crack. 

Then Hal wiggled his finger! 

Convulsing, Annie was practically propelled out of this world. 
"OhyeahoooGodogiveoittome ... pleeaassee," she sobbed. She shoved and 
hunched her crotch down on Hal's finger and sobbed for the fantastic joy she 
was feeling. 

Hal's finger started moving up and down, shooting in and out of her hole 
like a berserk torpedo, drawing out of her tight, slippery tunnel only to 
drive back in an express train speed. 

Annie didn't know what was happening to her, but it was absolutely 
tremendous, whatever it was. Her crotch rose and fell and she cried, "yes, 
yes, yes, Mr. Hal. YES!" 

She was going to explode. The feeling of being filled with too much pleasure 
enveloped her. Her cunny was soaked and leaking juice at a wild pace. 
"More," she groaned and lifted her lithe, child's hips and shoved her hole 
down hard on Hal's probing finger. 

Something seemed to seize her whole body and squeezed with all the pleasure 
in the world. Rockets exploded in her nerves. And Annie was sobbing for joy 
as her orgasm swept over her, making her scream with pleasure while she 
pulled her knees back to her almost flat chest and Hal's finger drilled 
unrelentingly into her banjoing hole. 

Sweat poured from Hal's face. His arm was cramped from shooting back and 
forth, driving his finger in the little girl's hot twat. But .he couldn't 
stop. Nothing could make him stop. 

Staring down at his brown finger flashing in and out of the sucking white 
flesh of Annie's twelve year-old snatch, that virgin little hole. Hal knew 
he was going to come and come and come. 

Her hole was hot, moist. It fit his finger like a glove and throbbed and 
tightened and loosened as his finger slid in and out. Each twitch of his 
hand was a new sensation. It was as if the child was sucking on his 
finger-only this was better. 

His cock twitched in his pants. His balls were hot and sweaty and filled 
with a heavy ache. His pumping finger seemed to say, you've got to come. 
You've got to come. You've got to come! 

His cock jerked in his pants, He put his other hand down and felt it through 
the material and wrapped his fingers around the swollen head and squeezed 
and milked it. 

"Oh, oh, I feel so funny," Annie cried ... And then she shrieked out her 
wild come and her cunny clenched on his finger and Hal squeezed his own 
cock. 

His come burned up his hose and spurted out against his pants with such 
force and heat that it oozed through and pearly drops of white goo clung 
there while Hal shivered from the force of his ejaculation. 

He sat there, luxuriating in the hot, liquid feel of both hands-one in a 
twelve-year-old twat and the other full of his own cock and come! 

 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've 
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 chastise 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 asscheeks 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 and 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 lithe 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, reluctantly and yet with anticipation, Annie's father 
began kissing his 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, nubile 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 squeezable 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 
torn 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 our 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 lingers. 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 

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. She tried to get away, but Bob held her. 

Suddenly her husband began pistoning his hips back and forth so that his 
cock slid in and out of her saliva filled mouth. It stroked her tongue and 
her throat and unexpectedly Millie started getting a sexy feeling in her 
mouth. It wasn't the same as when he was stroking in and out of her greasy 
vagina, but it turned her on just the same. 

"Hmmm," she mumbled around her mouth full of cock. 

She wondered if Bob would force the final humiliation on her-would he shoot 
in her mouth? Her cunt felt all gooey just from thinking about it and she 
half wished he would and half wished he wouldn't. Before, when he'd filled 
her sucking mouth with come she'd thought it was dirty and had felt ill-and 
secretly elated. She'd made him pour his seed in her mouth and it gave her a 
thrilling sense of power. 

In and out. In and out his cock pistoned in and out of her suckling lips. He 
was groaning and Millie stroked his balls with her dainty fingers while her 
saliva ran dawn his shaft all over them. 

And then, unexpectedly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. His hand on her 
head held her down on the table as he walked around behind her. And then she 
felt her skirt flung up around her waist. 

"This is silly, Bob," she mumbled. "Let's go to bed." 

Bob wasn't listening to her. 

Millie shrieked when she felt her husband's hand grab her panties and 
literally ripped them off of her. Her knees shivered as she realized she was 
bending naked over her dining room table, her bare boobs dangling in the 
mashed potatoes and butter, her naked butt quivering in the chill air. If 
someone walked in, they'd be able to see her Jelloy gash shaking under its 
coat of fine brown fur. 

It didn't help Millie's state of mind any that she was balanced precariously 
on high heels that accentuated the lewd picture her bent over body made. 

Bob chuckled and walked around his wife and he slipped his hard cock between 
her thighs and spread them wider and plunged it up her pussy. 

"Uuuuuh!" Millie gasped. She was dizzy. The cock had rammed all the way up 
her snatch without a pause. The sexual stimulation was sizzling. Her cunt 
felt like an oven. She was roasting her husband's cock in it. 

Later, Millie knew, she'd scold him for what he was doing. But at that 
moment, Millie couldn't scold anybody. She was too turned on. She twitched 
her hips and enjoyed the feel of Bob's fuck stick churning around inside her 
pussy lips. She ground her hair pie against her hairy groin and looked down 
between her dangling, greasy and potatoed tits to see his black pubic hair 
mingle with her brown fuzz. 

"Good, good, good," she murmured lovingly. "Fuck me harder. Deeper. Do it to 
me good, Bob. Please screw my cunt out." 

Bob lurched and pounded into her clasping snatch. He loved the feel, too. 

And Millie responded. She shot higher and higher, feeling the drag and pound 
of his pussy slamming in and out of her fuck hole. It was like a violin 
singing. She could feel her come building in her in her ears. 

"Uh, uh, uhuhuh ... " she moaned as her cunt was burnt out by her husband's 
relentless poking into her pussy. 

She closed her eyes and laid on the table and felt the potatoes squish 
around her tit and her other boob slip off the butter dish. But she didn't 
care. She was flying. Soaring. She had a rocket between her quivering legs 
and it was exploding into heat and smoke and fire. 

"Ghhhaaaahhhh!" she cried when her closed eyes saw streaks of color and 
sound on her eyelids and it felt like her pussy was burning to a crisp. She 
soared and soared and finally exploded in a shower of incandescent sparks. 

Bob Preston didn't wait for his wife to come down. He stepped back and his 
throbbing cock meat pulled all the way out of her clasping cunt. From the 
table he snatched a stalk of celery and pushed it up that greedy 
hole-further and further until it was almost all inside. 

Millie shrieked. 

First his cock had escaped, leaving her feeling worm and empty. Then 
something long and cool and limber had pushed up her vagina, cooling the 
fever in her slash, and her pussy lips ground down on it in the fury of her 
orgasm, causing her to come again. 

And then she felt his cock in her rear! 

The head was huge! HUGE! 

"No," she screamed suddenly. "Not there. You can't. You mustn't. No! NO! 
NO!" Millie knew she'd be torn apart and she struggled. 

But her husband lay forward on her back and pressed her down while his cock 
pushed into her tight, squirmy butt hole. He shoved and she shrieked. But 
his pecker went in. It pulled the round lips open and slid in like a 
telephone post going into a greased hole in the ground. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Millie wailed. But she couldn't resist. 

Her ass was being pulled apart by a red hot poker. And as it went in she 
became more and more aware of the thing crowding her cunt. She felt the 
celery bending under the furious assault of her twitching sex tunnel. Her 
asshole writhed and fought, too. But it was no use. 

Bob lunged and sighed. His pecker had rammed forward and was buried in her 
shit chute to the balls. 

Gingerly he eased back and Millie cried out. Her stretched asshole hurt. And 
then it seemed he would be out, but he changed his mind and slammed back 
into his wife's rear and she yelped. 

In and out. In and out. Millie lost track of the hard flesh rod zipping back 
and forth in her rear hole, tantalizing her. 

It got hotter, like a boy scout with a pair of sticks making fire. And then 
it got more pleasurable. She started liking it. Then, feeling his round cock 
spiking her hole and frictioning her asshole rim, she loved it. 

"More," she groaned. "Give me more, darling. Stick it up my ass until it 
hurts my tonsils. Plug my shit hole. That's the way. That's the way. Yeah. 
YEAHHHHH!" 

The celery in her cunt filled her like a second cock and she felt herself 
coming front and back and then Bob was plunging against her soft buttocks 
like a stallion and she felt her asshole being washed from the inside with 
the hot fluid of his liquid come. 

She sank back down, exhausted, on the dining room table. She was numb with 
pleasure but she felt his pulling the celery out of her twitchy twat even 
though his big, softening cock stayed in her ass. 

She looked up and Bob smiled at her. And then he ate the fragrant celery 
that he had so thoughtfully baked in her oven. 

Annie had sat down on the cold bicycle seat and then remembered she didn't 
have any panties. The leather slipped like ice under her naked crotch 
chilled by the wet night air. 

Hurriedly, she got off, shaken by the strange feeling, though it wasn't 
unpleasant. 

Quietly she ran back to the house. She was going to slip in and run upstairs 
and get a new pair of panties when she got the door open and stopped where 
she was on the porch ... 

Inside the dining room, her mother was sprawled practically naked across the 
dinner table. Her legs were spread and her daddy had just pulled his cock 
out of her mouth with an audible popping sound. And then her daddy had 
walked around her mommy and stuck his big old thing between her legs. Annie 
had gasped. Her mommy had such a small slit and her daddy's thing was so big 
it seemed impossible. But he did it anyway. 

Annie watched with disbelief when his cock shoved all the way up his 
mother's furry little kitty, stopping with only his big, round balls outside 
of her. 

In and out, in and out. Annie was entranced by the way her daddy's long, 
wrinkly stick went in. and out of her mommy's twat, glistening with juices 
that hadn't been on it when he started. And mommy moaned and twisted as he 
did it. Annie thought her mommy enjoyed it too much, the way she was acting. 
She yelled, too, and humped her ass back. 

And then suddenly Daddy pulled his pecker out of her mother's cunt and 
jammed a long, green piece of celery in her hole and her mother didn't seem 
to mind a bit. Even though Millie thought that would have felt awful funny. 
And then her daddy was jamming his flesh stick in her mommy's rear and her 
mommy really complained-at first. 

Annie was so hot watching that, without realizing it, her hand had crept 
down to the hem of her dress and she fingered her own twat. 

Watching her mommy being punished in the butt was really exciting to Annie. 
Her little fingers stuck in her slot and she remembered Hal's finger and 
tongue there. And looking at Daddy screwing Mommy's asshole, Annie wondered 
if it felt anything like Daddy putting his tongue in her real. She hoped 
she'd never have anything like that in her butt. She knew her mommy must 
have been awful bad to be punished like that. 

And then her little fingers closed on her little button and Annie was filled 
with a raging torrent of feeling. Her water was dripping all over her hand 
all hot and sticky and she was getting all smelly and it didn't matter. 

In and out, in and out. Her hand pumped in a nervous frenzy as she watched 
her daddy fuck her mommy's butt, even if she didn't know the words to 
describe the event. And when her mommy cried out, it electrified Annie's 
little hole and she froze, her fingers buried there while she felt herself 
throbbing and suddenly it was like a landslide inside her. She twisted and 
turned and her insides seemed to be pouring out onto her clever little 
fingers and Annie leaned against the house. Her knees were so weak she 
thought that she'd fell if she didn't sit down. 

When her heart stopped thumping, she squeezed the door closed and sneaked 
off the porch back to her bicycle and she wondered if Hal could show her 
anything else. 

Chapter 5 

'It took longer than I thought to get away from home, dear diary. Mommy and 
Daddy were doing the most terrible thing you could think of Daddy had his 
big, round stick stuck up Mommy's butt. It must have hurt like anything. And 
he kept shoving it in and out and she yelled a lot. 

It was kind of exciting and I got my hand all wet and smelly. 

I don't know if I should unite this down because somebody might come along 
and see it. You can never tell who goes around reading a person's very own 
personal diary. 

Anyway, I really liked riding over to Hal's. You know the way my bicycle 
seat comes to a point at the end. Well, I discovered that if! stood forward 
and didn't wear any panties it just fit my little slit and all the way to 
Hal's I pretended it was Daddy's nasty thing. 

Boy, the seat was all slimy when I finally got there ...' 

Annie slid her body forward on the bicycle seat and sort of balanced herself 
on the sharp tip. Every time she went down on one side pedaling the seat tip 
caught her slot and made her feel real zingy. Then she did the other side 
and her little cunny was really juicy. 

Hal's house looked different in the dark. The light poured out in bright 
yellow bars and the sea sounded ominous as it pounded at the seawall a few 
hundred feet away. 

Annie parked her bike and crept up on the house. For some reason that was 
unclear in the girl's mind, she felt furtive going to see Hal. It may have 
been because what she was doing was sexy and nasty. She wasn't sure. The 
little girl wasn't even sure what sexy was. 

The voices drifted out into the night from an open window. Mostly it was a 
loud, unhappy female voice. Annie was uncertain whether to go to the door or 
leave-so she compromised by standing ~next to the open window and staring 
in, listening as she did. 

"Damn," the woman's exasperated, shrill voice rose and fell with each 
syllable, "I'm away all day working and you ... you bastard ... you're 
playing around with some floozy. I can smell it all through the house. Smell 
it!" 

"Now ... Flo ... take it easy. Okay?" 

It was Hal's voice. Annie recognized it at once. She wondered if they were 
talking about her. Maybe the woman, Flo, guessed Hal had put his big old 
finger up Annie's pussy and made her feel good. And she didn't like it for 
some reason. Annie supposed she was jealous. The girl shivered with a sort 
of strange delight that made her crotch all tingly. It would really be 
something to make a grown woman jealous! 

"Take it easy, take it easy takeiteasy! That's all you know how to say." 
Flo's voice was glass brittle. I'm not good enough to fuck anymore. Right? 
My cunt's all worn out from you sticking your dirty cock in it every night? 
Now you want the new model ... a trade in ... just like your last wife. Well 
... well ..." Her voice faded away. 

"It's not like that, Flo." Hal put his arm around the weeping woman and 
Annie was surprised and slightly shocked to see his hand caressing her 
breast. Flo turned and buried her face against Hal's shoulder. Her back was 
shaking, like she was crying. 

Hal's hand had stroked down the pretty blonde woman's back until it rode 
over the swell of her butt. Flo had broad hips and a nice, softly rounded 
rear and Hal's hand cupped her spongy asscheeks and squeezed. 

Annie wished he was doing that to her butt. She felt a weird excitement back 
there. She knew it would be super to have his big fingers squeezing her ass 
and then ... Annie sighed. 

Hal's fingers had burrowed between Flo's thighs. The blonde woman stiffened 
and then sighed too. Hal's fingers were moving and twisting and Annie knew 
what was happening. It made her knees weak just thinking about it. Hal was 
sticking his linger in Flo's greasy crack right through her dress. 

The cool night air stroked up under Annie's short dress and stroked her 
trembling, sweaty thighs. The twelve-year-old spread her legs and luxuriated 
in the new sensation. Her cunt was being caressed too. What she needed to 
mike it complete was that big, nasty linger of Hal's twisting up her little 
slot. 

And then Annie's attention was caught by what was happening in Hal's house. 
Flo was whimpering as Hal pulled her dress up around her waist and revealed 
her crotch, all bulgy and pouty looking under the blonde woman's sheer 
undies. 

"Bend over," Hal ordered huskily into Flo's ear. 

The woman had stopped sobbing. She was quivering with sexual anticipation as 
she did as he asked, showing her broad-hipped roar to Annie at the window. 

Annie slid her fingers down under her skirt. She squeezed her little cunnie 
as if holding back her pee. She felt that way, like she wanted to pee just 
then. Her pee hole was all tingly and it felt like something inside wanted 
out. Annie experienced an almost ecstatic urge to piss. She knew it would 
feel wonderful. 

And then something happened! 

Inside the house, Flo was bending over the burgundy colored heavily 
upholstered chair. Hal had pulled her panties down her gently rounded, 
nicely curved thighs and dropped them on the floor around her ankles. Flo 
tried to kick them loose and Hal stopped her. 

"I can't get my legs apart, honey," Flo protested. 

Hal smiled. "It doesn't matter this time." 

"Oooh, no, Hal!" Flo wiggled her big buttocks in consternation and Annie was 
surprised to see the plump lips of her cunny, visible through her light 
blonde pubic hair, writhe against each other. "Please don't ... don't fuck 
me in the ass. Pleaaase." 

"You love it, Flo!" Hal's voice was thick. He stroked her soft butt and ran 
his fingers between her thighs. 

Annie could see Flo's cunt lips bulge around his finger. She shivered. She 
wished Hal's finger was sawing between her own sweet cunt lips. She worked 
her fingers across her snatch and thrilled to the feel. 

"I ... I don't," Flo sobbed. "It's dirty. Nasty! We shouldn't be doing it, 
Hal. Please don't!" She didn't move from her position, though. 

Hal's finger trailed up from her excited cunt lips and drew a glistening 
line of cunt juice up between her asscheeks and stopped only when his finger 
was pressing against the tight know of ass muscle. 

"Tell me you don't want it now, darling." 

"No, no. Hal, don't, just a little." Flo's voice cracked and her ass wiggled 
and she said, "Give me just a little there, darling." 

Annie gasped with horror. The blonde lady was asking Hal to stick his big, 
old finger up her ass. Annie would have bet that would hurt like anything. 
But she was asking him to do it. 

Then Annie sucked in her breath. Because Hal's finger seemed to be getting 
shorter. Actually, it was just disappearing into Flo's quivering butt hole. 
First his fingernail was gone. Then the hard, brown length of finger to the 
second knuckle was inside and it seemed to Annie that Flo's asshole was 
chewing and grinding at it with abandon. 

"Oh God, that's good," Flo moaned. She lifted her ass for his finger and Hal 
jerked it in and out and Flo moaned and groaned some more. She pushed her 
butt back to impale it and grunted with delight. "That feels marvelous, 
honey," Flo sighed. She heaved her butt back and forth, faster and faster, 
sheathing Hal's finger in her shivering butt as quick as she could move. 

Annie winced. That must have felt awful. Yet Flo seemed to be enjoying it 
enough to ask for more. 

The little girl was so excited her cunny was gushing juice. Her finger 
stirred it in her hot pot and thrill after savage thrill shook her body. 
Daringly, she inserted a second finger into her crack. 

"Aaahhhaaa!" she moaned. The extra streeetchhh was like a pleasure flame 
licking through her hole. Something was happening inside her snatch that 
made her writhe as she stood in the darkness, pressing her tender crotch 
against the corner of the building, working her cunt up and down against the 
rough, cool wood-and then alternating by zipping her slash against her own 
clever, smooth, hot fingers. 

"Ggghhhaaahh!" 

Flo's sudden cry broke through the harsh panting and sobbing of voices 
inside the house. Hal had moved behind his wife. He had stepped out of his 
pants and Annie stared in fascination at his huge, purplish cock. But only 
for a few hurried seconds. Because it disappeared. 

Into Flo's pulsating butthole! 

Annie wanted to cry when it happened. She saw it, but didn't believe what 
was happening. The big, bullet-shaped head nuzzled against Flo's asshole and 
pressed-and then, just like Hal's finger, it was disappearing like magic. 

Flo's asshole puckered around the huge rod. The flesh dimpled and pouted out 
and clasped it with feverish abandon. Flo was sobbing, but that didn't seem 
to bother either of them. She pushed back and grunted through her sobs and 
mewed with pleasure. 

Annie worked a tentative finger against her own turgid asshole. She put it 
in while she watched Hal's drilling his wife's butt. 

It felt funny, but kind of good. Only, and as Annie watched Hal surge back 
and forth and heard his body slapping briskly against Flo's broad asscheeks, 
she knew it just had to burn something awful. 

"Ooooooh, honey. That's the way I like it. You asshole bandit, shove it up 
there. That's the way. Twist it around in there. Grind it in there, darling. 
Fuck my ass. Fuck it, fuck it, fuckitfuckit. fuck ... " 

The blonde's body jerked back and forth and Hal's cock drew out and out and 
out until it seemed it would fall out, and then at what seemed the last 
minute, he shoved in, drilling his wife's rectum. 

His cock was thick and gnarled. It was slippery with juices. The lights in 
the room glinted off his massive meat when it slipped out of his wife's ass. 

Annie held herself with two fingers in her front hole and one in her back, 
her short skirt tucked up around her hands, while she panted with unfamiliar 
lust. The girl rocked her hips back and forth, shoving down first on the 
fingers in front, then the one in her back door. 

She could see that the flaring head of Hal's pecker pulled out of his 
wife's, butt hole almost completely before pounding back in. She wondered 
what it felt like. It was so big She licked her lips and thought about it 
and knew her legs would spread eagle around that huge thing it was so huge. 
She couldn't get it in her tiny slot, much less her butthole. She didn't 
think she could. But even as she engulfed in surges of feeling that 
threatened to consume her, she thought about trying! 

"I'm coming, darling. I'm cooommming," Flo trilled. 

The blonde had buried her face in her arms and heaved her rear back. Hal 
reciprocated. He shoved his cock into her with full force and stood still, 
straining against her pink flesh. 

Annie wondered what was happening. And then she knew. 

Thick, hot, white cream spurted out of Flo's battered butt and leaked back 
around Hal's flesh-sheathed penis. 

He grunted and pressed into her and still it dripped in long, white 
streamers down the inside of her quivering, naked thigh. 

Hal twisted his body against his wife's and she moaned and collapsed forward 
on the chair and he fell forward with her, filling her asshole with his cock 
all the while. 

Annie squeezed her thighs together and felt her hand between them. She 
shivered with joy and slowly sank to a sitting position against the house. 
Her finger stirred in her cunt and she felt like she was sitting on a great 
big baton with the end jabbed in her asshole. 

And then wave after wave of sweet feeling swept over Annie and she came and 
came again with volcanic force. 

As the fever raced between her legs, she opened her thighs and let the cool 
sea breeze take the heat from between her thighs. 

It was naughty. She knew it was naughty, sitting with her legs open and her 
fingers in her little, hairless slit. Somebody could come by and look up her 
dress. But Annie didn't care. 

She just wished somebody would come along and put something bigger in her 
clutching, greasy hole. Anything! 

Annie was damned tired of fucking around with her fingers. 

She decided she wanted a little action! 

And she was going to get it. 

Chapter 6 

'Mommy and that blonde woman seemed to like having things stuck up their old 
butt holes. I didn't think I'd like it, though, dear diary. I'll bet it 
hurts like anything. I'll bet that they don't sit down for a week. 

Still, my finger in my old butt hole felt kind of good. Maybe I can get Mr. 
Hal to stick his finger in me there. It'll smell kind of funny, but he 
doesn't seem to mind about things like that. 

I don't understand adults, dear diary. They're always telling me things not 
to do or that something is naughty-and then they do it themselves. 

Maybe they just don't want me to do things that fuel too good. 

Like sticking my finger in my little peepee hole. Or playing with Daddy's 
funny stick. 

I wonder what it would feel like to let Daddy put his thing up my little 
hole. I bet it would feel awful good ...' 

Pedaling her bike home in the dark only reaffirmed Annie's determination The 
cool seat against her hot twat was like teasing it. Her short skirt flapped 
against her thighs. But the girl felt daring. Every time she was swept by 
car headlights, she managed to flip her skirt high enough so the driver 
could see she wore no panties and it was her naked little pussy lips riding 
on the bicycle seat. 

By the time she wheeled the bicycle up her own walk she, was hotter than a 
shooting star. Her crotch tingled and when she left the bike in the garage, 
she couldn't help smelling the seat. 

The odor was hot and pungent. Like a miasma of olfactory pleasure the smell 
surrounded the imitation leather, slick with her pussy juice. 

Walking up the stairs to her own room, Annie wondered what it felt like to 
have a man's thing stuck up her tight hole and pouring out its juice. She 
trembled. Her legs felt weak as she imagined the sensation inside her hot 
twat. 

The girl hurried to her room and shut the door behind her. 

She couldn't wait! She just couldn't. 

She ripped off her skirt and blouse and threw them down. Then she stood in 
front of the full length mirror and ran her hands down her lithe, naked 
body, and wondered about the difference between her and Mommy or that other 
woman, Flo. 

She didn't have any titties. Just little pink bubbins that seemed to get 
sharper as she stared at them, and soft swells underneath. Nothing like the 
big titties her mom had. And her waist went in just a little and then flared 
out for her just starting hips. And she didn't have any butt like Flo's. 

Annie stared between her own legs for a long while. She was even different 
there! 

What had been full-lipped cunts on the older women on her was nothing more 
than a pout. Her tight cunny lips revealed only the trace of a slit in her 
crotch. It looked so tiny! 

Only Annie was determined to shove something big in there. Anything. 

The girl couldn't stand wondering what it was like to have something big and 
hard like a cock shoved up there. 

If they could do it, she knew she could. Looking at her crotch brought on 
the fever again, harder than ever before. 

Going to the closet, she opened the door and rummaged through the junk piled 
on the floor until she found what she was looking for. Her baton! 

Excited, the girl crossed the room to the bed and then flopped down on it on 
her back. She threw her legs up in the air and opened them as wide as she 
could. 

But her hole stayed closed. 

Annie lay the baton on her chest. It was long enough that she could rub the 
big end against her titties while the little end rubbed over the clasped 
lips of her cunt. She shivered with unexpected pleasure. 

The round, white, hard rubber end of the baton seemed tremendous against her 
cunny. She rubbed it up and down, feeling at one end the knob pressing 
against her slit while the other end stroked her tiny nipple. Her nipple got 
sharper and harder. 

She rubbed harder and it seemed to the excited girl that her cunt split open 
a little and she could just feel the baton touching the insides of her cunt 
lips. It felt heavenly. 

Harder and faster she moved the baton up and down on her body, riding the 
round knob over her twat. She felt tremendous. Like she was being stretched 
open. Her open, tanned thighs quivered with lust. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted with the effort. 

And then she turned the baton with her hands. The round, little end was 
pressing against her clever little cunny and the big end was down around her 
feet. She held it by the neck and she knew the time had come. She was so 
excited it had to. 

Closing her eyes, because she knew it was going to hurt beautifully, Annie 
sighed and shoved the end of the, baton up her twitching twat! 

It did hurt-a little. 

The end of the baton forced its way up her tight hole. She felt like she had 
something fantastically huge up her hole. But it felt good, too. Her crotch 
was all aquiver around that big knob and there was a warm glow between her 
legs. 

Annie opened her eyes and looked down and almost fainted with ecstasy. The 
silvery stick of the baton projected out of her pink, strained twat like a 
spear handle. The rest was inside her. 

She moved the baton-up and down-just a little. And she almost did pass out. 
Inside her cunt she was so tender that the slightest touch made her cunt 
walls vibrate joyfully. 

It was like she bad a tuning fork up her snatch. 

Annie decided to experiment and she awkwardly rolled off the bed and stood 
up. The baton held firm between her legs. In fact, a strange vibrating 
feeling seemed to be shooting from it through her body. When she walked, the 
big end struck against her insides and the shocks ran up the shaft into her 
innocent hole. Each one was like a hammer blow on a spike being driven up 
her twat. 

She bent over and grabbed the baton with both hands and played with it. She 
rolled it between her hands and felt the head spinning in her hole until she 
was dizzy. Then she began forcing the shaft up and down, up and down until 
she couldn't stand another moment of that. 

It felt tremendous. The end seemed to plunge up and down her tight, greasy 
tunnel and Annie could feel every inch of the path it took. She was so full 
she thought she would split. But it felt wonderful. 

Her tight cunt lips had closed over the silvery handle. That slid cool and 
greasily up and down between her pursed twat lips and Annie watched her lips 
pucker and open as it did. 

She couldn't stay bent over and eventually the girl straightened up. She 
found by flexing her knees she could strike the end of the baton against the 
floor and drive it forcefully up her sex hole. Which she did with regularity 
as she staggered back to the bed. 

By the time she got there, the girl could hardly move a step. She fell into 
the bed on her back, both hands resolutely clasping the smooth, shiny staff 
of her baton and pumping madly. 

She was half unconscious from joy. She overwhelmed by it. The metal between 
her fingers became, in her imagination, her daddy's hot cock. The rubber end 
pistoning up and down her tunnel was the swollen tip of the cock head. 

The girl was so full she wanted to cry. 

The rod flashed silvery in and out, in and out. Her fingers found the little 
button of her clitoris and played with it at the same time. 

And all the while, Annie sobbed with frustration and joy. 

Joy, because she was experiencing the most wonderful sensation she had ever 
known-and frustration because she knew that the baton jammed up her twat 
wasn't ever going to shoot white, hot goo in her hole. 

"Ooooh ... ahhhhhh!" she cried. Her cunt squeezed and electric sparks ran 
through her body and her insides turned to water and seemed to be racing out 
her hole. 

Annie kicked her legs in the air and her toes pointed: at the ceiling and 
the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever known engulfed her. 

She was coming, coming, coming! 

She wanted to scream and wake the house and tell everybody. 

Only she didn't. The girl collapsed and smiled dreamily and played with her 
hand with the baton, still poking up between her legs into her joy slit. 

And then she slipped into a deep, untroubled sleep ... 

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 drolly 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 assfucking 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 iridescent 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 every one 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 and 
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. 

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 site 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 in 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 closed 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. Re 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 cunt 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 tall 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!" 

Chapter 9 

'Somehow, dear diary, things just aren't the same anymore. I mean, watching 
Daddy stick his big old thing up Mommy's twat makes a girl stop and think. 
Mommy sure seemed to like it, and so did Daddy. 

It gets me all itchy between my legs just remembering things like that. And, 
Mr. Hal liked doing the same sort of thing. I bet he'd love to stick his 
nasty old thing up Mommy's hole. 

I bet. 

I wasn't sure that I should go over to his house. But he did have a yummy 
finger. And I bet that if I licked it nice after he stuck it up my snatch it 
would sure taste good. 

And I bet he'd think of something else we could do ...' 

Annie's heart was beating like mad by the time she got to Hal Green's house. 
And it wasn't from the short, fast bicycle ride she'd made to get there. 

Standing outside the low, white picket fence holding her bicycle, Annie had 
misgivings. She'd been really upset when she was there the day before. But 
now she wasn't nearly so excited and she remembered all the times her mommy 
had told her not to go anywhere with strangers. 

Besides, and Annie had to admit it to herself, a man who would stick his 
finger up a strange little girl's peepee hole had to be weird. Her daddy 
always told her to be careful of the weirdoes. 

She was feeling scared and would have turned and left, only at that moment 
Hal Green chose to step outside. 

They saw each other at the same time and Annie experienced a curious 
weakness in her crotch. She was all wet and loose all of a sudden and she 
could have bet right then that she could have gotten her daddy's big prick 
up her quivering, yearning hole. 

Hal Green stared at her and the blood rose in his face. He was suddenly as 
nervous and eager as a young bridegroom. He couldn't kid himself any longer. 
What he wanted more than anything else in the world was that young ass. He 
didn't care if he had to go to jail to get it-but he wanted to slip his 
pulsating cock up her hairless crack and jack it up and down until he dumped 
his load between her baby fat twat lips. 

His cock ached from just thinking about it. Flo would probably guess, 
somehow, that he'd done it again with Annie. But that couldn't be helped. 
Hal put his hand on his throbbing cock and knew that all that mattered to 
him in his life at that moment was getting his pecker into Annie-one way or 
another. 

He smiled at her, the spider to the fly, and invited the little girl to get 
off her green bicycle and come into his parlor for lemonade. 

Annie shook her head in disgust. Mr. Hal was like all adults. He hardly saw 
anything. If he had looked, he would have seen she was already off her 
bicycle. And that she wasn't interested in lemonade. But she went in the 
house anyway. 

Once inside the house, Annie watched curiously as Mr. Hal closed and locked 
the door with trembling hands. 

"Heh, heh," he laughed weakly. "We wouldn't want to be bothered by some 
salesman, would we, darling?" 

Annie shook her head in agreement and Mr. Hal seemed happier. 

"Why don't you sit down and ... take off your shoes and get comfortable?" he 
asked. "I'll get the lemonade." 

Annie thought it was silly of him to tell her to take off her shoes. The 
little girl wanted to take off her dress, but she did what he asked. 

When Hal came back into the living room he handed Annie her lemonade. The 
girl sat primly on the big, stuffed chair he usually sat on, but Hal elected 
to sit in the green carpet on the floor. 

Suddenly, Annie was aware of Mr. Hal's hands on her legs. They were stroking 
her calves and his fingers stripped her white socks off her ankles and feet. 
His fingertips were cool and felt nice on her skin and she couldn't help 
wriggling on the big, stuffed chair. 

Hal turned his head to look at her and Annie suddenly blushed. He was 
looking directly between her open legs under her skirt. 

Then his fingers were at her knees. They tickled and Annie threw her legs 
open to let them up her thighs. The stiff fabric of the chair felt prickly 
on her butt and that old, itchy feeling started in her crotch again. Only 
this time, Annie knew how she was going to scratch it. 

Hal turned and knelt in front of the little girl. He had his hands up on the 
soft insides of her thighs and her skirt was rolled back to her waist. His 
face was red and strained with effort. He was breathing hard. 

"What are you doing, Mr. Hal?" Annie asked in a little voice. 

Hal had leaned forward until his face was between Annie's spread thighs. His 
nose was filled with the odor of the girl's steamy cunt. Gently his fingers 
tugged her panties, pulling them down and off her firm, young legs. He 
didn't answer her. 

Slowly he leaned forward and this time his breath washed over Annie's naked 
cunny. The girl shivered. It was a delicious feeling. His breath was cool on 
her warm, moist cunt flesh. The wrinkled petals of her cunt lips seemed to 
swell and open. Dew sparkled in the heart other sex flower. 

That was all the invitation Hal needed. He buried his face between the 
little girl's thighs and, before she could object, his tongue was lancing up 
her contracting cunt hole. 

"Aaahhhooo," Annie cried. And electric spark seemed free to roam between her 
thighs. It felt so good she could barely keep her butt planted on the easy 
chair. 

Her fingers wrapped in Hal's hair and she guided his tongue as it lashed 
from the end of her hole up to the little button on the end-her clitoris. 
She moaned and groaned with feverish passion as his tongue trailed through 
her hot slit. "More," she cried. "More, Mr. Hal!" 

Hal Green was doing his best. His tongue corkscrewed inside her hot little 
hole, reaming the girl out. His lips sucked and nipped at her distended 
clitoris ... As Annie erupted into wild squirms of passion he sucked 
earnestly at her joyhole. 

Hal's cock was big in his pants. It ached and he knew what he had to have. 
As he sucked her little cunny, Hal dragged the girl off the chair until she 
was sprawled on her back on the green living room rug. Her dress was bunched 
under her arms so her tiny titties peeped out from under. Hal licked up from 
her squirming cunt over the hairless, pink sex lips and the soft, lower 
belly. His tongue trailed around her tiny belly button and then up where be 
could suck her pointed little nipples. 

It was the first time Annie had felt passion in her immature breasts. She 
arched her back and shoved them up toward Hal's exploring lips. She loved 
what was happening. It felt wonderful. 

"Suck them," she gasped. "Please, Mr. Hal, suck them harder." 

Hal's hands had undone the front of his pants and released the long, hard 
length of his cock. Then he was moving up between her spread legs until his 
mouth, still tasting of her twat juice, was covering hers and his tongue was 
in her tight, eager, sucking mouth. 

Annie clung tightly to him. The little girl was frightened, but exultant. 
She knew she was going to get his big rod in her tight hole and she was 
glad. She wanted it to happen. 

For a long moment, there was nothing. 

Then, with the stealth of a burglar, Hal's hands found Annie's little cunt 
and spread the come-slick petals back. 

It was like electricity struck Annie. Her legs opened and she gasped in 
reaction to the unexpected shock of having her cunt opened that way. 

And then she felt it-Hal's cock. 

"No," the little girl moaned. "Please, no, Mr. Hal. It's too big. It's way 
too big. It won't go in me. Noooooo!" 

But her protestations died off in a gurgle of pleasure ... 

Hal was too hot, he had waited too long. Nothing could stop him from dipping 
his wick in the little girl's inkpot. 

Relentlessly he pressed down. The big, round knob of his cock pressed into 
the little girl's quivery crack and Annie cried, out with wonder. It was 
bigger and better and hotter than her baton. It spread her open so wide she 
thought she would tear open-but she didn't. 

Deeper and deeper the hot, throbbing, blunt torpedo of Hal Green's cock 
burrowed into her ecstatic cunt. Deeper and deeper, until it seemed to 
strike bottom. And then a shock wave of pure pleasure raced through Annie as 
she felt her stretched cunt lips squeezing and pressing on Hal's hot pecker. 

The little girl was stuffed so full of cock she could hardly move. But she 
loved every bit of the sensation. 

And then Hal started moving. 

Annie screamed shrilly with delight. Her hips flailed as her cunt sucked at 
the slowly retreating length of Hal's pecker. 

"More," she moaned. "Fuck me more, Mr. Hal. Please!" 

Grinning, Hal lifted his hips and felt her soft cunny slid down his gooey 
wet pole. He loved the clasp of her softer thighs around his hips and then 
he was drilling back down into her cunt. 

His cock nosed her swampy channel open and he plunged his cock into the 
little girl's turgid slot as hard as he could. 

And still Anne screamed for more. She begged for it. This was what she had 
been waiting for it seemed like forever. The swift, even pistoning of Hal's 
cock in and out of her fevered cunt was tremendous. She was being stretched 
all to hell and gone inside. Every movement of his rigid pecker in her twat 
was like a hammer blow of pleasure. 

"Faster, faster, FASTER!" she grated out through clenched teeth. 

She wrapped her arms around Hal's back. She tried to twine her legs over his 
hips so she could pull him down into her suctioning, sucking cunt. She 
wanted to devour him with sex. 

Hal was faint from ecstasy. The woman child under his pounding hips was 
sucking him in and her cunt was doing things he'd never though possible to 
his ramming cock. He shoved into her tight hole and it was like he was 
skinning his rigid pecker. 

And then, once inside, it was like toasting his cock in a warm, snugly oven. 
Her cunt walls pressed around his rod, massaging it with firm, steady 
contractions that brought him back to a searing boil. 

Her legs tightened their stranglehold around his hips and ass and Hal knew 
he couldn't hold back much longer. 

Looking down into her little girl face with its serene expression, Hal said. 
"I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you with juice!" 

Annie smiled. "Fuck," she said. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

Her hips drove up and Hal felt his cock sink into her like a drop of hot 
chocolate into a marshmallow until only his balls pressing against her hot 
crotch kept him from going in further. 

Then he seemed to explode and his life was shooting out of the end of his 
pecker in steady, even spurts. 

Annie felt it, too. She was being scalded on the inside and she loved it. 
The hot, fervent feel of pecker juice filling her unfillable well was sheer 
ecstasy. 

"Oh, give it to me, Mr. Hal. Pour me full. I love it. I looooove it all to 
pieces. Shoot it into me so I feel it all over." 

Annie writhed and squirmed and her elastic cunt milked Hal's hard pumping 
cock, wringing him out until his balls were empty and drained and felt like 
they were hollow cores of cardboard. 

Then, and only then, did Annie lay back and open her legs and let the older 
man get free of her clasping body. 

Hal was shaken by the experience. He felt drained and, as he lay next to 
Annie watching her youthful body flex and twitch and turn, begging for more 
cock and more come, he knew he couldn't keep up. And he hoped his wife would 
never find out. 

Ann was oblivious to him, though. It had felt so fantastic. It had been so 
fantastic. Inside her cunt she was all squishy with Hal's come juice and she 
felt like she could use some more. Her head was filled with the instant 
memories of what it felt like to have his dick pumping in and out of her 
plunging crotch, filling and emptying her snatch every second, it seemed 
like. 

The wonderful friction of his cock squeezing between her excited cunt lips 
could never be matched by her fingers. Never again. 

The little girl sighed and stretched and wondered if she could get Mr. Hal 
to stick his old thing in her cunt again. She felt that feeling coming on 
again. 

She rolled over and looked at him and suggestively spread her legs so he 
could see her grinning cunt. But Mr. Hal only groaned and lay back on the 
floor. His cock was all soft and limp and she guessed that he wasn't going 
to want to fuck again for a while. But she sure did. 

Standing up, she shrugged her dress into place and felt a drop of his come 
drip down the inside of her thigh. She knew what it was, she felt like a 
woman, now! 

Chapter 10 

'God, I love to do it, dear diary. I wish you were a real person to talk to. 
Then I could tell, you how good it is to fuck and suck. I just hope nobody 
ever finds this diary. 

I hope ...' 

For a girl of her tender years, Annie knew an awful lot about sex, most of 
it learned in just the past few days. She also knew that she needed and 
wanted it, that her life would no longer be complete without a hot cock 
plugging her tender little hole. 

On the bicycle ride home, her pecker trap reminded her of that fact. Every 
time she stretched to reach the pedals her greasy cunt opened and slid 
excitingly along the bicycle seat. And she encouraged it. She discovered she 
could masturbate her slit successfully by rubbing it against the imitation 
black leather, threatening to jam it up her cunny. 

But even that couldn't keep her interested for long. 

What Annie wanted was a live, warm, throbbing penis shoved up her aching 
snatch. Her thighs ached for it. 

She imagined the bicycle seat turning into a long, black pecker and worming 
its way into her snatch. That really turned her on. Her plump vulva squirmed 
in anticipation. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter just thinking 
about black cock, about swallowing it in her mouth and maybe seeing if it 
tasted different. Her thighs throbbed. Her cunny ached and she squirmed some 
more on the bicycle seat. 

She was glad to be home, finally. She was so hot she couldn't stand it 
anymore. She needed to do something, anything. 

She put the bicycle in the garage-and then stopped. If she went into the 
house, the girl knew she was in for a long, dull period of squirming. Her 
daddy was going, to be all tired out after fucking her mommy all evening. He 
might not even look in on her until morning. And Annie was sure that was 
too, too late. She needed to be fucked now! 

Or ... 

Staring around the garage, the little girl spied the tire pump. It reminded 
her of her fantasy about the bicycle seat being a big, black cock. The hose 
wasn't so awfully thick, but it was flexible and the cold looking brass 
fitting on the end did remind her of a penis head. 

Trembling, Annie picked up the pump and walked into her daddy's workroom. 
She sprawled out on his favorite canvas over a wire frame chair. And then 
she contemplated what she was about to do. 

The hose felt almost alive in her hands. She spread her legs more until her 
skirt didn't quite cover her crotch anymore. 

Then, watching with avid fascination, Annie inserted the end of the hose 
between the soft, warm, hairless lips of her baby fresh vagina. 

"Aaaahhhh!" she screamed, muting the sound. The brass fitting was cold. As 
it slid in it shocked Annie into crying out. But after that, it was easy. 
The black hose pushed further and further up her sucking cunt. It felt 
funny. Good, but funny. The rubber pressing between her cunt lips was almost 
alive. It seemed to twist and turn as it went in. And it went in an 
incredible distance-until Annie felt stuffed almost to her throat. She 
squeezed her legs together and began twisting and jabbing the hose in and 
out of her vagina with furious energy. 

Each movement excited the girl more. But it just wasn't enough. The 
artificial phallus wasn't really satisfying to the girl. 

Desperately, she grabbed the tire pump and began stroking the handle up and 
down, injecting air into her sex excited vagina. She felt herself swelling 
inside. She seemed lighter, dizzier. And then she stopped pumping and she 
watched her cunt lips flutter as the air phizzed out of her throbbing hole. 

Slowly Annie pulled the hose out of her cunt. It was shiny with her sex 
juice. Gingerly she held it up her face and smelled the odor. That was 
strong and pungent. And when she licked the hose her mouth was filled with 
the acrid taste of her own sex. 

Annie wanted to cry. She needed to be fucked, now! And she knew she couldn't 
live without it. She just had to have it! She had to! 

Bob Preston had been sleeping fitfully. His sleep was the result of a guilty 
conscience at the very least. That and a hard prick. Whatever he did, he 
couldn't seem to get it down-at least, not since his daughter had fondled it 
and stroked it into ejaculation with her mouth. 

So the cry in his garage workroom that went unnoticed by his wife managed to 
reach his conscious mind and he struggled awake out of a half sleep. Pulling 
on his bathrobe and picking up a flashlight from the night table, he walked 
barefooted down the stairs and let himself quietly out of the house. 

The leaves on the grass crackled loudly under foot in the darkened yard. 
There was a slight breeze carrying with it the salty odor of the ocean. For 
the first time, Bob Preston thought of the possibility that the noise was 
made by a prowler. The thought made him cautious and he tried to creep more 
quietly on his bare feet through the grass. 

When he cracked open the door of his workroom, though, he forgot all such 
thoughts. Because sprawled out in his favorite chair was his twelve-year-old 
daughter, masturbating with the hose on his tire pump. 

Bob Preston was struck speechless. His beautiful little daughter had her 
face contorted into expressions of lust that he'd never imagined possible. 
She sprawled lewdly in the chair and the black hose was rammed savagely in 
and out of her tender pink twat by her hand. Her toes curled and uncurled in 
unison to the stroking she was giving her cunt. Saliva leaked from the 
corners of her lips. Her glazed and unseeing eyes were flat brown and burned 
with an inner light. 

Bob Preston let himself in the door and closed it behind him, staring in 
shock as he heard his daughter muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck meeeee," in a 
desperate tone of voice, almost a whine, that he had never heard her utter 
before. 

And then she was furiously pumping the tire pump handle and he could also 
hear the wail of escaping air from between her clenching cunt lips. When the 
girl took the wet hose and put it in her mouth, her father knew he had to do 
something. Anything. 

He walked across the sawdusty floor and before she even realized he was in 
the room, pulled her out of the chair and stood her up. 

"Damn, Annie, what are you doing?" 

His voice was tinged with panic and sorrow. He didn't know how to handle his 
own excessive sexuality and he sure didn't know what to do about hers. But 
he knew what she was doing was wrong! 

"Nothing, Daddy!" Annie whimpered. 

Her skirt covered her aching crotch again and she didn't know how much he 
had seen. Whatever it was, it was too much, Annie knew. The things she had 
been doing had to be very, very naughty. 

"I'm going to have to punish you so that you never do anything like this 
ever again. EVER!" Preston practically thundered. 

"Yes, Daddy," Annie agreed in a very subdued tone. 

She didn't protest when her daddy stripped her dress off her, leaving her 
standing naked except for her shoes on the cement floor. 

Nor did she protest when he led her over to his work bench where he pushed 
his tool aside, heedless of the fart that they clattered to the hard cement 
floor. 

Taking a role of masking tape, he stretched his daughter's arms along the 
table and wrapped the tape around and around one wrist and the shelf upright 
at one end. Then he pulled her other arm to the other end of the table and 
repeated the process. 

Annie didn't say anything. The little girl knew she deserved to be punished. 
The fact that her daddy was tying her up was unusual, but so was her crime. 
And she didn't mind that he had spread her arms on his workbench so that her 
cheek was on the clean wood and she smelled the sawdust his saw had left 
there. 

It was even an exciting position. Annie's naked butt quivered from the cool 
night air. It was thrust up higher than her back and it seemed to Annie that 
she was offering it up for sacrifice. Her legs trembled in anticipation of 
what was going to happen. And the air between her naked thighs made her 
crotch feel clammy. 

"Please, don't hurt me much, Daddy," Annie whimpered. 

"Don't scream," Bob Preston warned her roughly. "We don't want to wake your 
mother up, do we? She doesn't have to know what a bad girl you've been, does 
she, Annie?" 

"No, Daddy. Please don't tell Mommy and I won't scream." 

And then Bob Preston's big hand slammed against his daughter's creamy 
buttocks and the little girl bit her lip. But she didn't make a single 
sound. 

Bob Preston was sweating. He'd only spanked his daughter once, but the sweat 
was rolling off of him in a torrent. His hand hesitated on her soft, round 
bottom. He began stroking her buttocks in gentle, circular motions that 
kneaded the flesh. And his fingers couldn't keep away from the clever little 
slot between her tender thighs. 

I can't finger fuck my little daughter! he told himself over and over. But 
he knew he could and that he would. 

His hand rose and hesitated. Then it fell with a resounding crack and Annie 
flinched, but she didn't make a sound. 

But when his fingers delved between her spread legs and pushed into the 
mouth of her cunt, she said with a sigh, "Oh, Daddy!" 

Annie was a cauldron of emotion inside. Heat boiled through her body and 
seemed to erupt between her feverish thighs. When her father's hand rose and 
fell, smacking with authority against her bare buttock, Annie stifled her 
sobs of pain and embarrassment. She felt the heat of the spanking spreading 
through her body, making her hot all over. 

But then she felt her daddy's fingers sliding between her spread thighs. His 
fingers were rough on her satin smooth skin. And they were spots of 
coolness. 

Do it, Daddy! she thought. Ohhh, please do it to me, Daddy! 

She didn't know exactly what it was she wanted, but the twelve-year-old girl 
was sure whatever it was, it was sexual. So when his first finger found the 
juicy entrance to her cunny and plunged in, her only response was a 
startled, "Oh, Daddy!" 

And then the girl started twisting and writhing. The feel of his finger in 
her sex hole was over whelming. It went in and stretched her open and then 
he was twisting it around in her greasy slot, titillating her before drawing 
it out to plunge it back in with a mindless fury. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she grunted in response to his manipulation of her sex box. 
Annie thrust her butt back out with a willful violence that threatened to 
overwhelm her father. 

"More, Daddy'!" she sobbed with a pleading note in her voice. 

Bob Preston heard her. He couldn't restrain himself. He slipped another 
finger into that tight orifice of flesh. Both fingers slid noisily in and 
out of her clenching dint lips. His hand was drenched with her sloppy sex 
fluid. He was panting and grunting with the effort. 

And still Annie threw herself back, begging to be fucked harder and faster 
and still harder and deeper. 

Bob Preston collapsed back down on the chair behind his daughter's heaving 
body. His wrist ached. He couldn't give her any more hand job and he knew 
it. He was flat worn out. 

But Annie wasn't. The twelve-year-old twisted and writhed on the table. It 
was as if fire ants were swarming across her enflamed rear and she couldn't 
keep still. Her tiny titties rubbed frantically against the work table and 
she ground her buttocks and pelvis, trying to rub her frantic cunt lips 
against each other in a form of masturbation. 

She had to have relief. She had to come! 

Perhaps her father recognized that fact. He knew be had to do something. His 
daughter was so hot her moaning sounded like a cow in heat. He leaned 
forward and drilled his slippery tongue smoothly into the gaping hole of her 
eager cunt. And Annie came to an abrupt halt. 

The girl sighed loudly. It felt wonderful having her father's tongue rammed 
up her excited little cunny. It was all hot and slippery and when it twisted 
and turned inside her snatch she thought she would come all over it. Liquid 
seemed to gush in her hairless snatch. 

Bob Preston flicked his tongue up and down in her fat twat. 

His tongue slid in and out and then he began licking the outside of her slot 
and that made the little girl cry out with delight. 

His red tongue traced a path up the girl's rear and suddenly was plying 
around the tight, clenched muscle of her asshole. 

"Oh, oh, ohoooo, Daddy!" Annie screamed deep in her throat as she felt her 
daddy's salacious tongue dig into her butt and ream out her rear tunnel. It 
was almost more than she could bear. She was on fire back there. His tongue 
darting in and out of her shit hole was as exciting as having Mr. Hal's 
prick running in and out of her front hole. She couldn't decide which she 
liked more. 

"Punish me, Daddy!" she cried. "Do it to me, Daddy. I need it." 

And that was exactly what Bob Preston intended to do. 

His cock was popped up in front of him like a tent pole. It stuck out the 
opening in the front of his robe, glistening in the light from the overhead 
fluorescent bulb. Droplets of fluid seeped out of the end of his eternally 
hard cock and he knew if he didn't do something soon he was going to come 
all over himself. 

"All right, darling," he groaned. "I'll ... punish you!" 

He stood behind his darling daughter and stared down at the way he had her 
trussed and spread-eagled across his workbench. 

Moving gently, he stood behind her and slid his cock into her quivering 
cunt. He was surprised at how easy his long, thick cock went in. But she was 
super excited, he knew that, and her tunnel was all greasy with her cum 
juice literally bubbling in her snatch. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, Daddy," Annie cried ecstatically. "Fuck me good, Daddy. 
Fuck the shit out of me!" She howled and ground her rear end in circles 
feeling his cock arching around inside her cunt. 

It felt so good, so damn good, that Annie started coming right then. Her 
insides compressed and sucked at her daddy's pecker and tried to make it 
shoot its hot stuff up her pulsating tunnel. She seemed to swell up inside, 
like a balloon about to burst. And then the balloon did burst-but instead of 
falling she was still floating and soaring on the most incredible feeling 
she had ever experienced. 

"My daddy's fucking me!" she cried. "My daddy's fucking me good!" 

The only thing that would have made it better for Annie was if he had 
sprayed her insides with his juicy come, making her even hotter in there. 

But Annie vowed to make him do it again, so he did squirt. 

And then Bob Preston took his gleaming wet penis out of his daughter's 
convulsing, orgasming snatch and slid the head up and placed it against her 
asshole! 

Chapter 11 

'Boy, being fucked in the ass is really something. I thought it would hurt, 
and it really did. 

But there's more to it than that, dear diary. 

I wish I had a cock so I could fuck some girl in the ass. I know I could 
really make her love it. I know, because I love it. 

I wish every man in the world would fuck my ass!' 

"No! Oh, no? Daddy. Don't do that to my poor little asshole," Annie cried. 
She writhed and squirmed. What her daddy was planning to do was dirty. She'd 
seen him do it to her mother, but that was different. Annie knew her little 
asshole had to be lots smaller than her mom's. She knew he was going to tear 
her apart with his hot cock. 

She tore and pulled at the tape and tried to get away. But her father had 
taped her wrists too strongly and there was nothing she could do that 
helped. 

And all the time, she was aware of the heavy pressure of his torpedo headed 
cock bearing on the wrinkled opening of her butt hole. 

Finally Annie slumped down on the work bench. Her cunt still felt 
ecstatically numb from where he had fucked her. There was nothing to do but 
to endure what was going to happen. 

"Do it, Daddy," she said in a small voice. "Punish me the way you punished 
Mommy!" 

Bob Preston was so excited he didn't even notice the reference to the time 
he had stuck his cock up Linda's lucky asshole. Even if he had noticed, it 
probably wouldn't have stopped what was about to happen. 

He couldn't be blamed. Looking down, all he could see was the outthrust 
humps of Annie's butt. The cleavage between her asscheeks was so smooth and 
neat and even it was irresistible. Like the perfect carving, it had to be 
touched and fondled. It wasn't enough that he just look at it and wonder. 

In the center was the wrinkled, pink hole he had just been tonguing. He 
still remembered how it had squeezed and sucked his tongue. And he wondered 
how it would feel around his probing cock. 

Bob Preston couldn't help but wonder. His thoughts were dominated by the 
feelings that radiated out from his penis. His cock had stiffened and was 
more pronounced than ever as it stuck out between the flaps of his bathrobe. 

Annie looked back and her heart almost stopped. 

The girl's eyes were slightly below the level of his pecker, and that made 
it seem even huger than it really was. It looked as thick across as her 
wrist and as long as her forearm. The girl imagined that huge pole gliding 
into her tight butt and shivered with fear. 

And then there wasn't anything to think about any longer. 

Bob Preston had snuggled up against Annie's delectable rear. His fingers 
guided his bulbous head on the end of his thick, stiff shaft to nestle 
against her pouting butt. Annie felt the cock pressing against her there 
first as a dull, warm pressure. 

And then it was pushing into her asshole and she cried out with pain. 

"Daddy, Daddy," Annie screamed, "you're tearing my butthole in half. It 
won't fit. It won't, Daddy," Annie sobbed hopelessly. 

But Bob Preston wasn't to be put off. He'd had his cock in some tight 
assholes and it always fit-eventually. And he was so hot to plunge his 
pecker in his daughter's rearmost well that he couldn't stop. 

He told himself that she'd be all right. Later. But punishment had to hurt 
if it was going to do any good. It had to. And besides, Annie was learning 
something about sex that she'd never discover in any other way that pain 
frequently preceded pleasure. 

His cock rubbed and drilled against his daughter's butt. And then there was 
a soundless popping sound and Bob Preston gasped at the heavenly sensation 
of his cock length sliding into the tight, greasy rear tube into his 
daughter's lovely little body. 

And if Bob Preston gasped, Annie screamed. It had hurt like anything-like 
her asshole was being torn open. 

"Ooooh" she moaned. If her hands weren't bound she would have put them back 
to protect her tender butt from anymore ministrations by her daddy. She was 
so full she felt like she wanted to shit. 

Surprisingly, it only hurt at the outside, where his cock shoved inside her 
asshole. Inside, Annie felt good. The sensation of having his huge dick 
rammed up her butt was a pleasant one. And when he moved, it was sort of 
like fucking. 

Her father began to saw his hips in and out in a moment. He was entranced, 
watching his big cock plowing in and out of his daughter's tight asshole. 
Her asshole rim puckered and sucked at his cock and seemed to pull at it as 
he backed off and drew the gleaming length out of her shitter. And then, 
when he plowed forward, the rim resisted again. 

The sensation was excruciating. In away, it felt like he was roasting his 
cock in an open flame. The end tingled with the heat. But the whole length 
was being hugged and squeezed in such a way that he was delirious with 
sexual joy. 

His daughter was the best assfuck he had ever had. He couldn't have stopped 
if he wanted. He worked his hips back and forth, back and forth harder and 
harder, plowing deeper and deeper into Annie's unresisting asshole. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," Annie breathed in cadence with his fucking. 

"Give it to me, Daddy," she cried in a weak voice. She was dizzy with 
pleasure. She decided she loved being fucked in the rear. She loved the feel 
of her daddy's cock drilling into her asshole more than anything in the 
whole world. "Harder, Daddy," she screamed. 

She shoved back and impaled herself so hard on his rampant prick that it 
felt like it was shoving all the way through her body. And she loved it. She 
was so full of cock. The only thing that would have been better, she 
decided, was if there was something in her little cunny. 

"Turn my hands loose, Daddy," she begged. "I'll be good. I'll help you 
punish me all you want. Pleaaaaase, Daddy!" 

Bob Preston was laboring over his daughter's bent over body. Sweat poured 
down his face and he was practically delirious with the pleasure of fucking 
her in the ass. His own sweet daughter's innocent ass, and he was jazzing 
his cock in and out of it with a wild passion that he couldn't control, and 
loving every minute of it. 

But he couldn't refuse Annie's request. Her face was turned up and looking 
sweet. Her brown eyes were bottomless, limpid pools of passion that he knew 
he was drowning his cock in them. 

Wordlessly, Bob Preston released his daughter's arms and then stood behind 
her again and grunted in wild cadence as he rammed his cock up her shit 
chute. It felt so goddamn warm and snug and good Preston was going out of 
his mind. 

His hands fondled her cute little butt, squeezing the soft cheeks around his 
thrusting pecker. It felt just like she was sucking on it with her hot 
mouth. 

The force of his hot come rose in his pecker. It felt like it was going to 
explode like a bomb in her asshole-and Preston didn't care. 

Annie didn't care either. In fact, she wanted it to happen. 

"Ooooh, Daddy," she sighed. She snuggled one of her little hands down 
between her thighs and began playing with her little sex button. It felt 
wonderful and when she slipped a finger in her sticky little crack it felt 
like she had a cock pumping in her front and in her back holes at the same 
time. For a moment, she wondered what that would truly feel like. But only 
for a moment. 

Her father chose that moment to grip her hips and yank her ass back on his 
thrusting pecker and cry out, "I'm coming, darling, I'm coming in your 
sweet, little asshole!" 

"Ole, yes, Daddy!" Annie cried. "Oh, come, come, come, fuck, fuck, 
fuckfuckfuck!" 

The little girl gyrated with wild abandon as she felt her father's pecker 
tighten in her asshole and twist greasily as it jerked and moved and slid 
with increasing sexual feeling. 

She could feel her own come starting deep down inside of her. Annie hadn't 
thought that she could come from her daddy's big pole up her rear. But it 
felt like an earthquake was starting in her ass-a volcano even. 

She shoved back harder and thrilled to the feel of his hairy balls laying 
across her spread open cant like crazy putty. 

Then Annie felt herself exploding inside, white heat pouring out from her 
asshole into her legs and arms and fingers until they felt like they would 
melt. And at the same time she felt her daddy's cock exploding too, shooting 
the hot white goo inside her and burning her asshole up from the inside. 

"Oh, oh, oh, God, Daddy!" she squealed. And then she was breathless laying 
across the work table quivering with the wondrous sensation of his softening 
cock up her asshole. 

A draft blew into the room across the two hot, sweaty bodies of father and 
daughter still grinding against each other in blind ecstasy. The wind came 
from the doorway. 

Standing in the doorway, her hand to her mouth to stifle the scream she'd 
been holding back was Linda Preston, Annie's mother. As she stared into the 
room cluttered with all the signs of an orgy, she thought she was going to 
faint. 

And Annie and her father, looking up at that moment, felt equally as weak! 

 Chapter 12 

'When Mommy found out, dear diary, it was the end of practically everything. 

I don't know why she had to be that way. She fucks a lot. I've seen her, and 
if she can have daddy's old thing poked up her pussy or her ass, so can I. 

I mean, it just unfair: cock for her and none for me.' 

Just saying that Linda Preston was shocked was a gross understatement. 
Struck by lightning would have been a closer description. She had been 
awakened by the muffled screaming of her daughter. 

At first, lying in bed wrapped in the blankets, Mrs. Preston had thought 
that she was experiencing a nightmare. The sounds she heard were barely 
human. 

Her first thought, like any wife, was to reach over and shake Bob awake and 
see if he heard the sounds in her dream too. But the spot next to her where 
she could usually count on her husband to be lying, snoring oblivious to 
everything, was empty. In fact, it wasn't even warm. And that was strange. 

The way they'd fucked earlier in the evening, and Linda Preston shivered 
with pleasure as- she thought of the way he had slid his cock up her 
throbbing cunt earlier and filled her aching cunt with his meat, was sure to 
have exhausted Bob. He was a solid cocksman. But even Bob was worn out after 
a few rounds of frenetic fucking. 

She had felt confused and lost when she realized he wasn't in bed. Her first 
thought had been, This is part of the nightmare, too! 

But she stretched her legs and felt the way her empty cunt ached after the 
almost too violent physical fucking she had undergone, and Linda knew that 
it was no nightmare. She never felt delicate nuances like that in her sleep. 
That was a real life sensation. 

Troubled by Bob's absence, and a little scared, she'd gotten out of bed to 
investigate. 

The noise had led her down the stairs and out the front of the house. With 
the long, dew laden grass brushing against her feet, Linda had walked 
noiselessly around the house to the workshop where the sounds seemed to be 
originating. 

To her regret, Linda discovered that she had guessed right. 

The doors, always well oiled, swung silently open. But even if it hadn't, 
there'd been enough noise to cover her entrance. Her daughter was whimpering 
and moaning with sexual pleasure as Linda's husband tongue fucked her. 

Linda couldn't help noticing the way Annie was tied down to the table while 
Bob slipped his face between his daughter's spread thighs and dipped his 
tongue in her honeypot. 

How disgusting. The perverted bastard. The child molester! Linda Preston 
felt sick to her stomach. Watching her husband pervert their only child, she 
couldn't think of anything except how foul her husband was for doing it. She 
didn't tell herself she was jealous, though she had to admit that she envied 
her daughter her smooth, silky skin. She could only watch and seethe with 
inward fury. 

And then when her husband mounted the child, she wanted to cry. She watched 
with terrible frustration as he slipped his swollen penis up Annie's tiny 
channel, stretching the poor girl until Linda thought she would burst. 

He's too big for anything but a full grown woman, Linda thought in a kind of 
horrified daze. He'll hurt her. He'll tear her poor little cunny in half. 
He's just too damn big! 

But contrary to Linda's expectations, she watched as her husband speared 
Annie from behind with his cock. She writhed as she watched the girl's 
hairless, pink-lipped cunt gape open to receive her husband's thick stem. 
And she cringed inwardly as Annie gurgled words and sounds of intense, 
indescribably delicious pleasure. 

But there was nothing Linda could do. Transfixed by the shock of seeing what 
was actually happening, she was reduced to being a spectator with a ringside 
seat at an incest orgy. 

When Bob slipped his hot pecker out of his daughter's writhing snatch, Linda 
wanted to yell. His cock head flashed bright pink for an instant, and then 
he was plunging it back into Annie's soft asshole. 

Linda gurgled with shame and desire and jealousy, then. She couldn't believe 
the ease with which it sank into Annie's butt hole even as the little girl 
begged her father to punish her. And Linda remembered how difficult it was 
for her to grant Bob that special pleasure. 

She had always liked it. But she had also always pretended to hate it at the 
same time. Her cunt was quivering with suppressed longing as she watched Bob 
slip the meat in his daughter's asshole And she was doubly incensed when she 
realized what glee and joy her daughter took in being ass fucked by her very 
own father. 

Linda concealed part of her own reaction with rage. But there was also no 
doubt in her own mind by then that she was jealous-of her own daughter! 

The shame of the situation washed over her like a breaking wave. Her husband 
apparently preferred his own twelve-year-old daughter to her. Even when it 
came to ass fucking, Linda was mortified. 

They were gasping and writhing against each other, making the most of Bob's 
long, hard cock twisting in Annie's tight, greasy hole when they came and 
Bob flooded his daughter's ass with hot semen. And Linda screamed deep in 
her throat and they both looked up, as if on signal. 

And saw her standing there! 

She didn't do anything or say anything. There was nothing she could add to 
the scene. Linda knew that much. What would happen would happen with or 
without her at that moment. To stamp for the door dreaming for a divorce 
would be useless. She had to do something else, something constructive. And 
that, she was sure, required cool thinking. 

Her mind was in turmoil. But Linda looked her husband in the eye and said, 
coolly, "I missed you, darling!" 

Bob Preston was momentarily befuddled. He'd expected anything but that-but a 
casual acceptance of his transgression. 

"Honey ... I ... I don't know what ... to say about this. Believe me ... I 
... " He stuttered terribly searching for an explanation about why he had 
his daughter's asshole plugged with his cock while his semen leaked out of 
her in big drops. 

He needn't have bothered trying to explain. 

"I'll see you upstairs in five minutes," Linda said haughtily. Then she 
turned, her robe swirling around her to show off her full, mature figure, 
before she walked back to the house. 

Bob Preston backed off his daughter. His cock was completely 
soft-finally-and it pulled out of Annie's hole with a definite plop sound. 
"I ... I have to go ... to talk to your mother," he mumbled. He pulled on 
the robe he had shed midway through their sexual activities. It was still 
sweaty. 

"You'll be all right, won't you, darling?" Preston asked his daughter 
worriedly. "I mean, you're not hurt or anything, are you?" 

"No, Daddy," Annie said. And she meant it. She wasn't hurt at all. In fact, 
she felt pretty good. The continuous sexual throb that had dominated her 
whole body all day seemed to be diminishing. 

When her daddy pulled his cock out of her butt, it felt pretty good. The 
freedom was invigorating. She wiggled her butt and enjoyed the unrestrained 
activity. 

Bob Preston pulled his robe on, covering his hairy chest and legs. Now that 
his cock was loose and limp, even that didn't show. "You're sure, darling?" 

"Yes, Daddy," Annie said. And she was sure. Except as she watched him go out 
the door, she wondered why she hadn't thought to lick his penis until it was 
all clean and bard before he went upstairs to mother. 

Annie didn't know what sense it was that she was operating on, but she was 
sure that she could have made him clean and hard before he got to her 
mommy's room. 

And that was sure to improve things for her daddy, she was sure. 

Without knowing it, Annie was so like her mother sexually that she could 
guess what the older, more mature woman was likely to do. In fact, exactly 
what her mother was going to do. 

It wasn't a hard guess. 

It was just that Annie realized that so long as there were hard cocks and 
soft cunts, her mother was going to get one to drill the other with the most 
force she could raise-and negotiate later. 

Bob Preston was on his way to a fucking without even knowing it. 

But both his daughter and his wife knew. 

Unwittingly, he was outnumbered. 

Chapter 13 

'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 
myriad 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 
butthole. 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 asscheeks, 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 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 asscheeks. 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!! 

Chapter 14 

'After Daddy fucked me in the ass, dear diary, everything seemed to change. 
Gee, it was just like a prison camp. I couldn't go anywhere or do anything. 
If I wanted to go to the store, Mommy or Daddy went with me. And around the 
house, I was never alone with Daddy at all. 

Mommy was always right there and I couldn't even accidentally get my hand on 
his big thing in his pants. 

I heard Mommy say they were raising a little nymphomaniac. Whatever that is. 
Maybe it's some kind of plant, but they haven't shown it to me. 

I sure wish I could get over to Mr. Hal's house. My little pussy is all 
itchy all of the time, anymore. And he sure knows how to make it better. Not 
as good as Daddy. But good ...' 

Annie was really out of sorts. The next morning she woke up and her butt was 
really sore. She could hardly sit down anywhere except on a pillow. But that 
didn't matter to the little girl. What did matter was the knowledge that she 
had had her daddy's big thing in her tiny- asshole and it hadn't really been 
all that bad. In fact, it had been super. 

She dreamed about that long, stiff thing up her butt while she walked around 
in a sort of daze all day. She intended, at the very first chance, to get 
her daddy and do it again. 

But something had happened. Annie suspected it was because her mother had 
caught Daddy fucking her. Whatever it was, she never seemed to have a moment 
alone with him. 

It was two or three days later, time had been kind of hazy for the little 
girl, when she was down on the front porch, sitting on the edge and swinging 
her foot back and forth and daydreaming. The June day was bright with 
sunshine and a pleasant ocean breeze kept the air fresh. Annie was wearing a 
gaily checked blouse and skirt. Underneath, as had become her practice 
lately, she wore no underwear. 

She sat on the edge of the porch railing, sulking and kicking her foot 
higher and higher. It was a kind of exciting game she played seeing how high 
her foot would go and knowing that a passerby could see clear up under her 
skirt where her panties should have been. 

She'd been sulking. It seemed to Annie that her mom and dad never let her do 
anything anymore. Particularly luck. She thought it was awfully selfish of 
her mother to keep her daddy from fucking her. 

Annie knew that her daddy wanted to. There were lots of times that the 
little girl had accidentally on purpose let him see up between her cute, 
dimpled legs. And each time she was sure that his pants got humped out in 
front of him by his hard dinger. 

It wasn't fair. All Annie wanted was to hold his throbbing hardon in her own 
hot, little hand and maybe lick it and suck it a little until her daddy was 
ready to plunge it into her tight asshole. 

That's one of the reasons that she was sitting on the edge of the porch 
showing her little naked pussy off to passerbys. 

Suddenly she stopped swinging her leg. She looked up and realized a man was 
watching her from the sidewalk-peering intently under the edge of her skirt. 
And then he looked directly at her and Annie gasped. It was Mr. Hal. 

Annie gasped and almost fell off the porch. 

He started to walk across the lawn toward her and Annie realized what was 
liable to happen. Desperately, she waved him away. 

Looking. a little guilty, Hal Green turned and began strolling down the 
sidewalk, his back to little Annie. 

The girl checked the house to make sure her mother wasn't watching, she'd 
been watching a lot lately, and then snuck across the lawn and Out of the 
yard at an angle she knew she would be invisible from the house. She was 
panting by the time she caught up with Mr. Hal. 

"Wait, wait!" she cried after him. 

As if he was a felon, Hal Green tucked his head down between his shoulders 
and tried to walk faster, ignoring the little girl as if he didn't know her. 
He'd been afraid of something like this happening. They'd put him in jail 
and he'd never again stick his cock up Flo's willing ass or twat. All for 
the sake of a tight cunt child. 

Annie grabbed at his shirt and kept hold. 

The air seemed to go out of Hal, leaving him a deflated man. Even his 
insatiable cock was tiny and shriveled. It felt terribly lonely in the 
crotch of his pants. "All right," he said. "All right!" 

He turned expecting to see a copy, or at least an irate father. 

Instead, Hal Green saw only a small girl dressed in a neat blue and yellow 
plaid dress tugging at his short. A sweet little girl with a sweet mouth 
that he loved to have wrapped around his cock. 

He felt stronger. "Please," he whispered, "don't do that!" 

Furtively, Hal glanced around to see if anybody was watching from one of the 
houses. He'd known all along it was foolish to walk to his sister's house 
instead of taking the car. But it had been such a nice day ... and there was 
always the chance of catching a glimpse of the little girl who dominated his 
wet dreams at night. 

Well! He'd found her, All right. And she was still just as sweet. 

Staring at her, Hal imagined he could still see her neat little cunny like 
the first time. It was all pink and hairless and tight. So, tight that he'd 
almost failed to get his finger into it. And now, just looking at her, be 
felt his cock rising in his pants. He knew he just had to fuck her one more 
time. He couldn't walk off and leave her. He had to know the delicious 
feeling of drilling his prick up her cunt one more time. 

Christ, he thought, I'm going to shoot in my pants if I keep on thinking 
this way. It's indecent. It's lewd ... 

It was all of those things. And more. And Hal Green didn't give a single 
damn. By then all he wanted was to get his hands on, Annie's hot little 
twat. 

And, to be truthful, Annie wanted him to. 

Ever since the little girl had seen Mr. Hal, she'd wondered how she could 
get a few minutes with him-long enough for him to ram his cock up her 
quaking cunt. Maybe even long enough for him to slide his clever finger up 
her asshole. 

"Come on," Annie said. She took his big hand in her little one. "We can go 
in my daddy's workshop and ... fuck ... if you want to, Mr. Hal." 

Hal wanted to. He was crazy to do it, but there was nothing on earth capable 
.of stopping him. The thing he wanted more than anything else right then was 
a few minutes alone with the little girl, naked, feeling and fondling each 
other. It was insane, but anything was worth having those moments. 

He followed Annie into her daddy's workshop. 

They were barely inside before she was peeling off her clothes. She skinnied 
her dress up over her head revealing her tender young breast buds and Hal 
was on his knees in a moment, licking and adoring them. They were still 
tender, pink circles of flesh with tack sharp points on the skinniest swells 
of flesh. Flo's boobs were bigger and better to suck, but Hal Green couldn't 
keep his mouth off Annie's. 

The little girl moaned and held his mouth to her nipples. And then Mr. Hal's 
head was slipping down and his tongue was lashing her belly and then even 
her fleshy little venus mound. 

"Oooo," Annie said. It had been literally days since she'd had a hot tongue 
on her cunny, and now she had Mr. Hal's. 

Annie rotated her hips in concentric circles, alternaly pressing his tongue 
and lips against her little girl hole, and other times making him chase it 
with his tongue, washing her crotch with sloppy misses. 

Hal Green was drunk on the nectar of her cunt. He slurped her cunny juice 
with abandon, reveling in the flavor and aroma. 

His head bobbed again and again while his tongue played in her slot. 

Annie was ecstatic with joy. Mr. Hal's tongue was better than ever. She just 
loved it. She convulsed and pressed her legs together and came, a long, 
shuddering orgasm. And then he was probing her soft cunt lips with his 
tongue again and she was soaring on the very tip, like her twat was balanced 
on the tip of an arrow in flight. 

"Oh, oh, oh, I have to pee, Mr. Hal," she cried. "I have to make peepee." 

Hal's excited fingers clutched her legs and held them tight. His tongue 
dwadled in her cunt and she felt it there, like a big, mobile cork filling 
her hole up. 

It was so exciting she couldn't help it. She just had to pee. And he said to 
do it. 

Annie scrunched her eyes closed and concentrated and suddenly the stream of 
hot liquid spurted out of her crack and over his searing tongue and onto his 
lips. 

Hal pulled away, tasting the acrid yellow pee on his lips. He put one of his 
fingers up Annie's tight twat and the hot liquid seemed to spurt harder out 
of her hole and over his fingers into his hand to leak off onto the cement 
floor. 

To Annie, it was super exciting. The feel of his finger in her crack while 
she was peeing was tremendous. She felt so full and acrid, the pee stinging 
her pussy lips in a delightful way. She shivered and forced some more pee 
out into his waiting hand. 

Chapter 15 

'Gosh, dear diary, it was the most exciting thing. I mean, when I started 
peeing I got all dizzy and excited. I almost fell on my head, it felt so 
good. And when Mr. Hal's tongue slipped out of my twat and he put his hand 
there, his finger up my icky hole with all that pee squirting on it ... 
Gee!!! 

I bet I came buckets and buckets. I never felt anything like it. I almost 
couldn't peepee another drop. 

I wonder what it would be like for Mr. Hal to take his thick old thing and 
peepee all over me ... like between my legs. He could try to peepee in my 
little hole. 

I'll bet I'd like that a whole lot ...' 

Hal Green was dizzy with excitement. The girl's pee in his mouth, the 
knowledge that he had had his tongue in her twat when she peed was so 
perverted and delicious he almost ejaculated right there. 

And then Annie made the suggestion that almost caused him to have a heart 
attack. 

"Gee, Mr. Hal," she said. "Would you like it if you put your big old thing 
in my ass this time? Would you?" 

Hal, trying to keep his voice steady, said, "Yes, darling, I think I might 
even like that. If you would." 

"Sure I would. I do it lots with my daddy, and it sure is a whole load of 
fun." 

What Annie didn't add was that lately her daddy wasn't putting anything in 
her cunt or asshole. 

That her mommy wouldn't let him and it was driving Annie wild with lust. 

Hal Green peeled off his clothes in a daze of sexual excitement. He was so 
shaken and excited he couldn't stand the touch of his own clothes and it 
made him uneasy knowing that if he hesitated, if he said the wrong thing the 
virginal, innocent young girl might change her mind. Surely, he thought, she 
doesn't know what she's doing. 

That, of course, was only his opinion. Annie knew beyond a shadow of a doubt 
that a good hard prick in her asshole was what she was really interested in 
having. Nothing could touch that for pleasure. And she wanted it in a way 
Hal Green couldn't comprehend. 

She was ready from the minute she said it, and kept saying to Hal, "Come on, 
come on, let's go." 

Hal stood up and with no coyness at all, Annie nestled her butt up against 
him. He was too high, his balls barely stroked her butt. Frantically he 
hooked a box with his foot and brought it over so Annie had something to 
stand on. 

Once she was up on the box, things looked better. His cock head poked 
delightfully in her crack at the rear and Annie's cunt was drooling with 
precome fluid. She bent over and said between her legs, "put it in my front 
and get it all slippery first." 

Hal was quick to do what the little girl told him. It was as much as he 
could bear to get his cock between her little, dimpled thighs. Her tiny 
white hands caught his prick and lined it up with her cunt and guided him 
forward and suddenly his cock was sliding up her steamy sex tunnel. 

"Aaahhh," Hal said, relieved that he hadn't shot his load into her just when 
his cock touched her hot twat. 

And then he was rocking back and forth, enjoying the ecstatic pleasure of 
his penis plunging in and out of her, snatch. It was so hot and tight and 
squishy that he kept waiting to come and come and come. And he had to grit 
his teeth and hold back and wait for the treat that the little girl had 
promised him-to fuck her ass. 

Annie felt like a queen on a pedestal. She was bent forward and every lunge 
of Hal's cock into her spread open cunny was a miracle of sexual feeling. 
She groaned and gasped and rose on pillars of sexual joy until it was almost 
too much for her to contain. She wanted to reach her climax in the worst 
way. She was dizzy. Her cunt was swollen around Mr. Hal's cock and she was 
afraid he would shoot into her snatch too early. 

She didn't want to let that happen. He might not be able to get stiff again 
right away, though Annie was willing to suck his big dingus as long and as 
hard as it took. But she didn't know how long before her father would be 
home and somehow she didn't think he would be happy to find her on the box 
with Mr. Hal fucking her front and back and having her suck his big thing. 

And Annie didn't want the pleasurable feelings to stop. 

Suddenly she pulled her cushiony pussy right off Mr. Hal's cock and 
luxuriated in the sudden feeling of desire that ran rampant through her. She 
tingled all over as she waited for what was going to happen to happen. 

"Fuck me in the ass, Mr. Hal," she cried. 

She perked her sweet little butt out where he couldn't miss it. 

And then Annie felt his slimy cock nosing around her bottom hole, slipping 
and sliding with abandon. She moaned as it stretched her asshole open and 
then it was going in and in and in. 

"Aaaaghhh," Annie cried. She was ready for it, but it felt so good she 
couldn't be silent. She seemed to be as tight as she was when her daddy 
first jammed it up her butt, though it didn't seem to hurt as much. 

"O, fuck, fuck, fuck my asshole, fuck," she screamed. 

And Hal strove to please the frantic little girl. There was no holding back. 
He was going to bang her rear as quick as he could. He twisted and drove his 
cock in like a spike, almost knocking the girl off the box. But she drove 
her butt back and sank it down on his cock and moaned with the pleasure that 
she was experiencing. It felt so damn gooooood! She groaned and twitched her 
ass and felt it flail inside her asshole and she couldn't stop moving. Her 
asshole felt like a redhot poker of pleasure was jabbing in and out, in and 
out. 

Hal's hands played with her little girl breasts. He tweaked and twisted them 
until they almost hurt. But still they were an uncovered pleasure that Annie 
loved. 

The little girl's hands were between her own thighs. Her fingers were twined 
in her own hot box. She was crazy with the feel of them there and orgasm 
after orgasm swept through her body making her doubly dizzy. Nothing that 
Hal did had any meaning for her anymore. 

And then Hal couldn't take it anymore. His cock was baked, burned. It was 
exploding in her turbulent twat 

His come shot into her and Annie screamed. 

Hal may have shouted too. He didn't know. Neither of them did. They were 
engrossed with the total feeling of ecstatic pleasure that engulfed them 
together, joined by the slender link of Hal's pulsing cock meat pouring out 
its juice in Annie's tiny asshole. 

They didn't even hear Bob Preston walk in, straight home from work for a 
change. 

Nor did they see the expression on his face. 

At first ... 

Chapter L6 

'I told Daddy everything would be all right, dear diary. I guess he believed 
me. Boy, his cock is sure super. 

There are a lot of things I like him to do with his old pecker, but mostly I 
like him to fuck me a lot. 

That, and having Mr. Hal do it, really turns me on ...' 

Bob Preston walked up to his daughter in a daze. He ignored the man behind 
her. All he could see was that delicate little body, naked, being jazzed by 
a cock pushing in and out of her rear. 

He knew she was a nymphomaniac. Whoever was fucking her was her victim-like 
he'd been himself. 

"Darling," he said in a broken voice. "Darling ..." 

"Don't cry, Daddy," Annie said. She touched his face. "Fuck me, Daddy." 

The little girl spread her cunny apart with her fingers and let him look. 
And, God help him, he looked. 

Her little twat was all red and angry looking. It seemed to beckon him and 
he advanced, unbuttorung his pants. 

He didn't know how it happened, but in seconds his cock was sunk balls deep 
in her soft slot. She was hot around his sex meat. Her cunny quivered and 
shook and it was like sticking his pecker in a hot tube of melted butter. 

Bob Preston wanted to stop, but he couldn't. 

Hal Green had the same problem. He wanted to pull out and get away. But 
Annie caught his cock and guided it back to her rear. 

In a fog, Hal pressed up against Annie's warm back. His cock seemed to be 
having a harder time than before getting in her hole. Finally it popped in. 
It filled her up so tight it almost hurt Hal. 

Bob Preston moaned. And then Annie's hips were moving like a machine gun. 

The girl was in seventh heaven. She had managed to slide both pricks in her 
front hole. She was stretching to bursting. And she loved it. She loved the 
sensitive feel of cock sliding against cock in her crowded twat. She loved 
the feel of being pulled impossibly apart. Annie was enjoying everything 
about her latest fuck that it was possible to enjoy. 

"Harder," she groaned and she pressed down harder and let her legs hang 
until she was impaled on the two cocks and dangling from them. 

"O, oh, oh," she moaned, practically sick with the fantastic wonderful 
feeling of being doubly fucked. 

Suddenly her father pressed against her front and sucked her titties and she 
felt him shooting his come into her hole. 

And then, as if triggered by that, Hal too bucked his hips and shot into 
her, filling her vagina to overflowing until both their white come drooled 
down her legs. 

Hanging on to them, Annie crooned. "You're both mine, now." 

And she hugged her father and rubbed her ass against Hal. 

And she wondered how her mother would fit into their threesome. Because, 
somehow, Annie knew it was going to go on and on ... and on! 


End
