Sean Harris - Annie_s Dirty Diary

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.

‘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.