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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 r…

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 he 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 cared 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.

Mille 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 pis toned in and out of her suckling lips. He was groaning and Millie stroked his balls with her dainty fingers while her saliva ran down 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 pleasureable. 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 hits 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 rear. 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…