“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.