Daddy's Diary

"Here, daddy, why not have some of the fresh stuff." she said vindictively.

Mandy opened her mouth as wide as she could, and took daddy's thick rigid shaft into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She worked the stiff hot rod like a middle aged Vegas whore doing her last season on the streets, before she settles down, and marries some bald, old, fat, divorced business guy and retires to the Florida Keys; only doing tricks on the side for pocket money, and close friends--old habits die hard baby.

Mandy's dad, shocked back into the world of the living by the stink of daughter's fingers, dragged in an enormous gasp of air, and let out a long blood-curdling howl!

Mandy was giving it the old college try. Her head was moving up and down so fast that it's a wonder she didn't get whip-lash.

Daddy was groaning and sucking eagerly on her pungent fingers, and fucking her mouth like a stoat.

All summer long, Sarah and Mandy had practiced every weekend when they had slumber parties at Sarah's house. Mandy discovered that she had no gag response whatsoever, and could swallow whole sausages, and medium sized salamis. Sarah would be amazed as she pushed a three inch bratwurst sausage almost 10 inches down Mandy's throat, working it in and out. Breathing was the hard part, but Mandy loved it. Sarah would sneak into her older sister's room and borrow her strappy for the night. Mandy would orgasm hard under the sheets as they did the 69 thing all night long; Sarah licking her cunt out, and sucking on her clitoris, and fucking her wildly down the throat with her sister's strap-on dildo. Sarah and Mandy were very close friends.

It was getting late, and Mandy had to go pottie really bad now, so she opened wide, and pushed her tongue out as far as she could, and with daddy's roasting hot knob, situated snuggly between her tonsils, she went down on him. Her daddy shuddered and gasped.

She got a good three inches down her throat with the first run; constricted her neck muscles to simulate vaginal clamping, then slowly pulled her head back off her daddy's raging tube. The enormous head came out of her throat with a pop!

Mandy held the throbbing muscle in her tiny little hand, and licked the stiff shaft like a lollypop, lapping-up the overflowing honey that constantly oozed from the red-knob's eyelet.

She took another two fingers, and coated them thickly with the warm cream, and found daddy's willing ass-hole, quivering under him.

She was out of time, and had to go, so she gulped two huge lungful of air, took the bursting rod, back into her mouth, aligned it perfectly in her throat and forcefully descended all the way down her daddy's pulsating meat-pole. She could feel the huge head passing her tonsils, then passing her epiglottis, passing her bronchial tubes even, and forcing its way tightly into her very esophagus! Daddy was very thick and long down there between the legs--no wonder she could hear her mommy screaming in the night...

"You bastard, your going to split my fucking ass-in two with that thing...!"

And

"Oh! AAHHHH! My fucking ass, your going to ruin my fucking ass-hole...! No, no...noooo, please don't stop! I want it all. Give it to me all, oh yeah, oh yeah...oh yeaahhh fuck the booty, oh yeahhhh fuck the booty papa!"

Oh, really mother, what a whore you are; and a noisy one at that! Sarah fucks me in my ass-hole almost every week end with her sister's strap-on, and I don't make half the noise you do?

When I bottomed out on daddy's rock-hard tube, my little nose buried deep in his hairy bush, my long wet tongue flicking at his ascending ball-sack, I shoved my dripping fingers roughly through his puckered brown hairy eye; deep into his greedy ass chamber. I worked my fingers up him without quarter or mercy, digging relentlessly into his accepting dirt-hole, and at the same time working his throbbing shaft and exploding helmet with my throat and esophagus tube. Daddy barked like a dirty dog, and howled like a wounded wolf!

Mommy screamed up the stairs,

"What is all the noise about up there! Keep it down please..." she said in her sternest voice.

I took my stinking fingers out of daddy's mouth and put my hand over his mouth. I worked his ass like a steam engine's piston-arm, and I could hear him crying, and sobbing with ecstasy as I felt the first hot shot of cock cream splashing into my feeding tube, running down, warm and thick, into my hungry little tummy.

I felt something hard and throbbing up daddy's ass, and I caressed it with my fingers, daddy went wild, and as he shot another two loads into me I pulled off his rod, so that he could grease my throat and tonsils with his sticky, slippery sauce. I gasped in another two lungful of air and gave it all I had! I dug my nails viciously into daddy's ass-hole nut, and gave him the full run of my swallow, from the tip of my lips, down around my throat, through my tonsils, battering past my knobble epiglottis all the way down into the tight, greased tube of my esophagus, there I would pause for a millisecond, knowing that daddy's cock-eyelet was pulled wide open, and I would squeeze his vascular meat-shaft hard with my throat muscles, and let him blast another hot slimy load down into my starving belly, then back up again all the way out, to the very tip of my lips...then down again! I counted; I was up to three full complete cycles a second!

Daddy was convulsing something terrible, and shaking and quaking, and I was baking! It was getting hot down there between daddy's legs. I put it down to friction?

I didn't know anyone could come that much...! I think he must have shot almost twenty loads of cream into my tummy, before I had sucked him dry. OoOoOoOW! My little tummy was packed full. I was livid! It was Sarah's turn to buy lunch at the mall this week, and I was as full as a butcher's dog. My God! Isn't there any justice in this world...?

Daddy was still flinching around; convulsing, and rolling about on the toilet seat, and I remember thinking that he would probably have that red ring around his ass for life after this sitting. His cock was throbbing still, but it wasn't shooting cream anymore: His balls were drier than a 50 year old menopausal nun's cunt. I felt I was flogging a dead horse here, so I pulled my fingers out of his ass-hole, and regurgitated his pee-pee tube. It slithered out of my throat like a deflated limp noodle with a busted tomato stuck to the end of it. I burped, and tasted daddy in the back of my throat again.

I was really late for the mall, now, and I just had to go potties real fast!

Daddy had passed out and I couldn't rouse him, or topple him off the pan, so I just jumped up and squatted over him placing my feet firmly in his groins.

I reached under me and dragged my panties to one side hard, and went pong-pong onto his bare belly. It was a long one, and stretched from his balls all the way up past his belly button. After the initial log dropped, and my ass-hole slammed shut, I immediately stepped up onto the window-sill behind the toilet. I held onto the curtains, looking down, out at the street below. The next door neighbor was in the garden digging and happened to look up and notice me. I was holding onto the curtains, squatting down with my legs wide open and my panties yanked way over to one side. It was rather cold out, and the neighbor dropped his shovel, and went around the side of the shed. I could see the plumes of steam blasting out of his face as he wanked his cock behind the garden shed, viewing my young open pussy hole. I saw him shudder, and noticed the steam rising from the end of his cock as he came time after time onto the earth, behind the garden shed staring up into my cunt. His wife came out, probably wondering where he was and what all the grunting was about. She looked up and saw me, and shook her fist in the air, then went around the back of the shed. She caught her husband wanking; just as he was finishing his come shooting. She chased him indoors beating him with her broom. I just hung there waiting then it came. I have noticed, that when one takes a shit, one is not done, after the first drop. The first load just takes the pressure off. No! One cannot say they have had a decent shit, until the obligatory second turd gets unloaded -- but the second load, although generally not quite as long, is usually always thicker, hotter, softer and quite a bit more stinky than the first. At last it had arrived. I lowered my open buns over daddy's panty-covered, horizontal, blissfully-comatose face, and waited. My bung-hole quavered, then opened wide. I laid a big fat juicy one down the exact length of daddy's head, from the tip of his chin to the top of his forehead. It was a roaster! and it made my eyes water from way up there on the window-sill. There was a blue-bottle fly in the room, and I saw it going in the opposite direction, even. I blamed it on daddy's secret meatball recipe from two days ago. Now I felt that I had gone bong-bong proper! I pulled myself up by the curtains, and turned around, my back-side facing the window and the street. I wriggled my panties down off of my firm young pert buttocks, and let them crawl down my upper limbs. I opened my legs wider than shoulder width, my panties stretching tight between my soft silky smooth thighs. I faintly heard more screaming coming from outside. I twisted and looked over my shoulder. The neighbor was out again, this time chasing her husband and her three sons around wielding her broom, they were running around the garden like scalded cats wanking like crazy and staring up at my ass. The wife was screaming up at me. I turned and ignored her, I had more important things on my mind right now. I looked down at my poor slumbering daddy. I had just caught him sniffing my panties, and wanking-off like a crazed baboon. On top of that I had blown him, finger-fucked his ass, and sucked every last drop of come out of his balls, and I had laid at least two feet of shit over the exhausted remains. I took a moment to just be quiet and take all of the repercussions in. Why, there were no repercussions! This was it! So this is what it feels like to WIN! I had won. I had all the aces, I just rolled a double six! Fuck I just got married to Donald Trump! I thought to myself.

"Is this how Cleopatra felt, or Joan of Ark? Is this what it feels like to be a female -- AND -- to win, also...?

I was ecstatic! I was thrilled, Hell I was finally --TURNED ON!

I opened my vulva lips with my index and middle fingers. My clitoris was harder, and longer and thicker than I had ever seen it before. I started to flick at it and jumped! It was so, so, so...electrifying that it sent shockwaves through my entire frame, that dug deep, down into my very core! I was ALIVE at last! I continued flicking. The screaming outside grew louder, I glanced around. Half of the street had gathered there. Couples were kissing now: Others were fucking behind the shed. Men were wanking unashamed -- and enjoying it for a change! Women were kneeling and fighting to drink their man's come; Neighbors wives who hadn't spoken to othe neighbors wives were now rolling around on the floor licking each other in the cunt 69 style. Finally the world had come around to the female way of thinking!

Come Ye all you mothers, let us rejoice...for---The King Is Dead!

I started to come, and it was simply -- wonderful!

Wave after wave hit me. I heard beautiful music emanate out of nowhere. All the colors of the rainbow danced in perfect unison before mine very eyes. A general feeling of wellbeing flooded my sensibilities, I was surely in a state of utter bliss. I was experiencing a pure form of Utopia. At last, I had finally found the elusive land of Nirvana!

In reality, I was holding my vulva lips apart and pissing like a boy. I sprayed everything in sight! It went everywhere. All over daddy and the floor -- every-fucking-where. And on top of that I was hurling projectile vomit out of my gut spraying daddy from head to toe with partly digested semen.

I reached back, and wiped my bung-hole with two fingers. It was rather messy, and I drew a smiley face on the window with it for the neighbors.

I jumped down from the sill, pulled my panties up, and whispered into daddy's ear,

"See daddy, see what you get if you make me mad, see...I told you not to make me mad, now see what you made me do...see...?"

Mandy's daddy didn't answer. He was out cold still.

I rushed over to the mirror, washed my hands, and brushed my hair, and put a little lipstick gloss on my lips and ran out leaving the door open.

"Bye Daddy. I lo--ve you." she said as she went out of the bathroom door.

A moment later she came back and popped her head around the door.

"Oh yes, Can I stay at Sarah's tonight please daddy...pretty please." She said in her best infantile voice.

Mandy realized some years ago, that if she asks her daddy for something, and speaks in her 6 year old little girl voice, then she is certain to get whatever she asks for. But if she does that with mommy, then she is liable to get sent to her room and grounded!

No. Mandy knows, if she wants something from mommy, then she has to use her, low, monotone -- "fuck you mommy I know you suck daddy's cock, and swallow his come, and you love getting fucked in your fudge-hole, and have daddy lick you stinking cunt-hole out three times a week" -- voice, then maybe she'll get what she asked for.

Mandy waited for an answer from her comatose daddy. But there was just dead silence in there. As she turned to go, her daddy farted loudly in his sex-induced stupor. The sound reached Mandy, And she turned back again excitedly, popping her head back around the door again saying,

"Awww, Thanks dad... I lo--ve you! You the kindest dad a girl could ever wish for."

Mandy blew her dad a kiss, and skipped down the hallway.

She bounded down the stairs, and yelled to her mom that she was going to the mall with Sarah, and that she would be staying over her house tonight for a jammi party.

Mom, came flying out of the kitchen, and said,

"Mandy. Have you asked your father if you can stay over at Sarah's tonight...?"

She nodded yes.

"And what did he say...?"

"Oh Mom! He grunted , as usual...! Which you know means--yes. You know what dad is like..."

"Okay, Just checking young lady..."

I turned to go, but mom stopped me at the front door and said,

"Mandy. What was all that noise coming from upstairs earlier...?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and shook my head.

Mom looked at me with squinted eyes, and said,

"What is that on your chin..?"

I ran to the hallway mirror, and saw a wad of daddy's creamy-come driveling down my chin.

I scooped it up and licked my fingers clean.

I said, "Oh, it's nothing. I was eating a Twinkie, and some of the cream--"

I didn't finish the sentence, and bolted for the door.

"Hold on young lady, not so fast, come her to your mother."

I stopped and strode languidly over to her.

"Oh mom, what now...?" I moaned, "I'm late for the mall with Sarah, and I just have to get my Prom dress today, or...or--" I pleaded.

"Very well then, but give your mother a kiss before you go darling." said mommy lovingly.

I threw my arms around her neck dramatically , and kissed her long and puckered on the lips, with a loud smack! And said I lo--ve you mommy.

Mommy licked her lips, and my breath smelled a lot like daddy's come. Mommy looked at me with utter disbelief in her eyes.

I could feel her nipples harden under her blouse, as the smell and taste of daddy's come registered somewhere in her unconscious.

"Oh mommy I lo--ve you and daddy so, so much...! But I have to run, I'm late...I lo--ve you."

I left her there -- standing in the hallway -- wondering.

Just before I closed the door, I saw mommy turn and ascend the stairs, She was calling for daddy.

"Fred...where are you? What was all that noise I heard earlier...? Fred...Fred..."

I closed the door behind me, and as I walked down the street, I heard a long terrible scream! It sounded like mother.

A mob of angry neighbors started to follow me.

I started to run...run fast!

"...Perhaps I can live with Sarah at her house?" I thought.

"I'll ask her at the mall...after I get my dress, that is..."

As I Turned the second corner, and lost the marauding crowd, I started to realize how much trouble daddy might be in right now.

But I felt it wasn't entirely my fault. Daddy was such a sweet softy, that he never spanked me, or scolded me when I was naughty, and so...I really have no idea what it is to be -- naughty...?

I just wanted to go pottie really bad, and, and daddy was taking so long, that I felt I could rush things along -- that's all.

I never thought that step-mommy would get upset if I emptied daddy's balls...? Why, why, he was trying to do it himself, I, I, just wanted to help.

Then daddy got so relaxed, I just had to go pottie, or I would have done pee-pee and bang-bang in my panties.

I thought daddy wouldn't mind. He never minded when I was little. I always went pong-pong and pee-pee when He was holding me. I loved it. I would save it up until daddy got home.

It was daddy's mommy's fault, that daddy never punished me. I never learned what it was to be naughty.

Daddy's mommy punished him so much with the her black hood, and cane, that he just couldn't bring himself to inflict the same on his loving daughter, I guess.

Thanks, grand mamma, thanks a lot!

I remember reading in daddy's diary...

(The Reading Of The Diary.)

Daddy has a black silk hood and a cane in his bedroom closet. It's all he took: His mother passed-on during a difficult birth some 18 years ago. The same year I was born. We met, he said, but I can't remember. Daddy didn't want anything else from her house - just the hood and the cane. That's all he wanted - that's all he got.

Daddy is the disciplinarian in our home. He is such a softy he can't even swat a fly. If I am naughty and he finds out, he doesn't know what to do then. Daddy is the one who must punish me when I'm bad. He has a silk hood and a cane in his closet. He took them from his mommy's home after she died. That's all he asked for. That's all he wanted. That's all he got.

Daddy always pretends that he is going to get the hood and cane out of the closet when I'm naughty. I pretend to be afraid, and run off into my room. I lock the door, and listen to music, and rub myself. I can stay in my room for days, until he buys me something. Then we are okay together again, and I love him, and kiss him, and flirt with him--and I wear my panties an extra day or two and leave them hanging about on the bathroom door-knob, or on top of the laundry basket, turned inside-out. I know he likes to smell them, so I rub the gusset into my pussy for him for three days, and squirt and I don't wipe. I love my daddy, and he needs to have some sort of a release. I caught him rubbing his thingy and sniffing my panties once. He must have forgotten to lock the bathroom door, and he was shooting as I walked in on him. He couldn't stop I guess, because he just kept on sniffing and rubbing his pole, sitting there on the toilet bowl. His face was all twisted and contorted, and his cream was shooting out of the end of his thingy like a fountain. He was so embarrassed. I couldn't imagine why? I rub myself off at least four to six times a day, and if daddy, or anyone else for that matter, asked me, why, I would do it right there on the floor, or on the kitchen table for that matter, at a drop of a hat. I don't see what all the fuss is about? I do it everywhere! At school, at lunch, on the bus. Hell I do it at least three times a week in the back of daddy's car, as he drives me to school. I thought he knew? I mean I can't help making the noises back there, and the smell fills the car? I was elated that daddy found my scent erotic and sexy, and ran to my room and rubbed myself off twice just on the afterthought of it all. He bought me anything, and everything I wanted for months after that. I milked it to the hilt, and only let him of the hook after he walked in on me riding a coke bottle. I was coming and couldn't stop. It was my first time to take the bulge in the middle all the way into my hole. Daddy's eyeballs almost popped out! He only buys 2 liter bottles now. I'm working on it!