Sean Harris - Annie_s Dirty Diary

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!

‘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.