Sean Harris - Annie_s Dirty Diary

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!!

‘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!”