Sean Harris - Annie_s Dirty Diary

Mrs. Preston wanted to be punished.

“Now,” she said, a sob in her voice, “fuck me in the ass!”

‘Somehow, dear diary, things just aren’t the same anymore. I mean, watching Daddy stick his big old thing up Mommy’s twat makes a girl stop and think.

Mommy sure seemed to like it, and so did Daddy.

It gets me all itchy between my legs just remembering things like that. And, Mr. Hal liked doing the same sort of thing. I bet he’d love to stick his nasty old thing up Mommy’s hole.

I bet.

I wasn‘t sure that I should go over to his house. But he did have a yummy finger. And I bet that if I licked it nice after he stuck it up my snatch it would sure taste good.

And I bet he’d think of something else we could do…’

Annie’s heart was beating like mad by the time she got to Hal Green’s house.

And it wasn’t from the short, fast bicycle ride she’d made to get there.

Standing outside the low, white picket fence holding her bicycle, Annie had misgivings. She’d been really upset when she was there the day before. But now she wasn’t nearly so excited and she remembered all the times her mommy had told her not to go anywhere with strangers.

Besides, and Annie had to admit it to herself, a man who would stick his finger up a strange little girl’s peepee hole had to be weird. Her daddy always told her to be careful of the weirdoes.

She was feeling scared and would have turned and left, only at that moment Hal Green chose to step outside.

They saw each other at the same time and Annie experienced a curious weakness in her crotch. She was all wet and loose all of a sudden and she could have bet right then that she could have gotten her daddy’s big prick up her quivering, yearning hole.

Hal Green stared at her and the blood rose in his face. He was suddenly as nervous and eager as a young bridegroom. He couldn’t kid himself any longer.

What he wanted more than anything else in the world was that young ass. He didn’t care if he had to go to jail to get it-but he wanted to slip his pulsating cock up her hairless crack and jack it up and down until he dumped his load between her baby fat twat lips.

His cock ached from just thinking about it. Flo would probably guess, somehow, that he’d done it again with Annie. But that couldn’t be helped. Hal put his hand on his throbbing cock and knew that all that mattered to him in his life at that moment was getting his pecker into Annie-one way or another.

He smiled at her, the spider to the fly, and invited the little girl to get off her green bicycle and come into his parlor for lemonade.

Annie shook her head in disgust. Mr. Hal was like all adults. He hardly saw anything. If he had looked, he would have seen she was already off her bicycle.

And that she wasn’t interested in lemonade. But she went in the house anyway.

Once inside the house, Annie watched curiously as Mr. Hal closed and locked the door with trembling hands.

“Heh, heh,” he laughed weakly. “We wouldn’t want to be bothered by some salesman, would we, darling?”

Annie shook her head in agreement and Mr. Hal seemed happier.

“Why don’t you sit down and… take off your shoes and get comfortable?” he asked. “I’ll get the lemonade.”

Annie thought it was silly of him to tell her to take off her shoes. The little girl wanted to take off her dress, but she did what he asked.

When Hal came back into the living room he handed Annie her lemonade. The girl sat primly on the big, stuffed chair he usually sat on, but Hal elected to sit in the green carpet on the floor.

Suddenly, Annie was aware of Mr. Hal’s hands on her legs. They were stroking her calves and his fingers stripped her white socks off her ankles and feet.

His fingertips were cool and felt nice on her skin and she couldn’t help wriggling on the big, stuffed chair.

Hal turned his head to look at her and Annie suddenly blushed. He was looking directly between her open legs under her skirt.

Then his fingers were at her knees. They tickled and Annie threw her legs open to let them up her thighs. The stiff fabric of the chair felt prickly on her butt and that old, itchy feeling started in her crotch again. Only this time, Annie knew how she was going to scratch it.

Hal turned and knelt in front of the little girl. He had his hands up on the soft insides of her thighs and her skirt was rolled back to her waist. His face was red and strained with effort. He was breathing hard.

“What are you doing, Mr. Hal?” Annie asked in a little voice.

Hal had leaned forward until his face was between Annie’s spread thighs. His nose was filled with the odor of the girl’s steamy cunt. Gently his fingers tugged her panties, pulling them down and off her firm, young legs. He didn’t answer her.

Slowly he leaned forward and this time his breath washed over Annie’s naked cunny. The girl shivered. It was a delicious feeling. His breath was cool on her warm, moist cunt flesh. The wrinkled petals of her cunt lips seemed to swell and open. Dew sparkled in the heart other sex flower.

That was all the invitation Hal needed. He buried his face between the little girl’s thighs and, before she could object, his tongue was lancing up her contracting cunt hole.

“Aaahhhooo,” Annie cried. And electric spark seemed free to roam between her thighs. It felt so good she could barely keep her butt planted on the easy chair.

Her fingers wrapped in Hal’s hair and she guided his tongue as it lashed from the end of her hole up to the little button on the end-her clitoris. She moaned and groaned with feverish passion as his tongue trailed through her hot slit.

“More,” she cried. “More, Mr. Hal!”

Hal Green was doing his best. His tongue corkscrewed inside her hot little hole, reaming the girl out. His lips sucked and nipped at her distended clitoris… As Annie erupted into wild squirms of passion he sucked earnestly at her joyhole.

Hal’s cock was big in his pants. It ached and he knew what he had to have. As he sucked her little cunny, Hal dragged the girl off the chair until she was sprawled on her back on the green living room rug. Her dress was bunched under her arms so her tiny titties peeped out from under. Hal licked up from her squirming cunt over the hairless, pink sex lips and the soft, lower belly. His tongue trailed around her tiny belly button and then up where be could suck her pointed little nipples.

It was the first time Annie had felt passion in her immature breasts. She arched her back and shoved them up toward Hal’s exploring lips. She loved what was happening. It felt wonderful.

“Suck them,” she gasped. “Please, Mr. Hal, suck them harder.”

Hal’s hands had undone the front of his pants and released the long, hard length of his cock. Then he was moving up between her spread legs until his mouth, still tasting of her twat juice, was covering hers and his tongue was in her tight, eager, sucking mouth.

Annie clung tightly to him. The little girl was frightened, but exultant. She knew she was going to get his big rod in her tight hole and she was glad. She wanted it to happen.

For a long moment, there was nothing.

Then, with the stealth of a burglar, Hal’s hands found Annie’s little cunt and spread the come-slick petals back.

It was like electricity struck Annie. Her legs opened and she gasped in reaction to the unexpected shock of having her cunt opened that way.

And then she felt it-Hal’s cock.

“No,” the little girl moaned. “Please, no, Mr. Hal. It’s too big. It’s way too big. It won’t go in me. Noooooo!”

But her protestations died off in a gurgle of pleasure…

Hal was too hot, he had waited too long. Nothing could stop him from dipping his wick in the little girl’s inkpot.