Sean Harris - Annie_s Dirty Diary

Relentlessly he pressed down. The big, round knob of his cock pressed into the little girl’s quivery crack and Annie cried, out with wonder. It was bigger and better and hotter than her baton. It spread her open so wide she thought she would tear open-but she didn’t.

Deeper and deeper the hot, throbbing, blunt torpedo of Hal Green’s cock burrowed into her ecstatic cunt. Deeper and deeper, until it seemed to strike bottom. And then a shock wave of pure pleasure raced through Annie as she felt her stretched cunt lips squeezing and pressing on Hal’s hot pecker.

The little girl was stuffed so full of cock she could hardly move. But she loved every bit of the sensation.

And then Hal started moving.

Annie screamed shrilly with delight. Her hips flailed as her cunt sucked at the slowly retreating length of Hal’s pecker.

“More,” she moaned. “Fuck me more, Mr. Hal. Please!”

Grinning, Hal lifted his hips and felt her soft cunny slid down his gooey wet pole. He loved the clasp of her softer thighs around his hips and then he was drilling back down into her cunt.

His cock nosed her swampy channel open and he plunged his cock into the little girl’s turgid slot as hard as he could.

And still Anne screamed for more. She begged for it. This was what she had been waiting for it seemed like forever. The swift, even pistoning of Hal’s cock in and out of her fevered cunt was tremendous. She was being stretched all to hell and gone inside. Every movement of his rigid pecker in her twat was like a hammer blow of pleasure.

“Faster, faster, FASTER!” she grated out through clenched teeth.

She wrapped her arms around Hal’s back. She tried to twine her legs over his hips so she could pull him down into her suctioning, sucking cunt. She wanted to devour him with sex.

Hal was faint from ecstasy. The woman child under his pounding hips was sucking him in and her cunt was doing things he’d never though possible to his ramming cock. He shoved into her tight hole and it was like he was skinning his rigid pecker.

And then, once inside, it was like toasting his cock in a warm, snugly oven.

Her cunt walls pressed around his rod, massaging it with firm, steady contractions that brought him back to a searing boil.

Her legs tightened their stranglehold around his hips and ass and Hal knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.

Looking down into her little girl face with its serene expression, Hal said.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you with juice!”

Annie smiled. “Fuck,” she said. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her hips drove up and Hal felt his cock sink into her like a drop of hot chocolate into a marshmallow until only his balls pressing against her hot crotch kept him from going in further.

Then he seemed to explode and his life was shooting out of the end of his pecker in steady, even spurts.

Annie felt it, too. She was being scalded on the inside and she loved it. The hot, fervent feel of pecker juice filling her unfillable well was sheer ecstasy.

“Oh, give it to me, Mr. Hal. Pour me full. I love it. I looooove it all to pieces. Shoot it into me so I feel it all over.”

Annie writhed and squirmed and her elastic cunt milked Hal’s hard pumping cock, wringing him out until his balls were empty and drained and felt like they were hollow cores of cardboard.

Then, and only then, did Annie lay back and open her legs and let the older man get free of her clasping body.

Hal was shaken by the experience. He felt drained and, as he lay next to Annie watching her youthful body flex and twitch and turn, begging for more cock and more come, he knew he couldn’t keep up. And he hoped his wife would never find out.

Ann was oblivious to him, though. It had felt so fantastic. It had been so fantastic. Inside her cunt she was all squishy with Hal’s come juice and she felt like she could use some more. Her head was filled with the instant memories of what it felt like to have his dick pumping in and out of her plunging crotch, filling and emptying her snatch every second, it seemed like.

The wonderful friction of his cock squeezing between her excited cunt lips could never be matched by her fingers. Never again.

The little girl sighed and stretched and wondered if she could get Mr. Hal to stick his old thing in her cunt again. She felt that feeling coming on again.

She rolled over and looked at him and suggestively spread her legs so he could see her grinning cunt. But Mr. Hal only groaned and lay back on the floor. His cock was all soft and limp and she guessed that he wasn’t going to want to fuck again for a while. But she sure did.

Standing up, she shrugged her dress into place and felt a drop of his come drip down the inside of her thigh. She knew what it was, she felt like a woman, now!

‘God, I love to do it, dear diary. I wish you were a real person to talk to.

Then I could tell, you how good it is to fuck and suck. I just hope nobody ever finds this diary.

I hope…’

For a girl of her tender years, Annie knew an awful lot about sex, most of it learned in just the past few days. She also knew that she needed and wanted it, that her life would no longer be complete without a hot cock plugging her tender little hole.

On the bicycle ride home, her pecker trap reminded her of that fact. Every time she stretched to reach the pedals her greasy cunt opened and slid excitingly along the bicycle seat. And she encouraged it. She discovered she could masturbate her slit successfully by rubbing it against the imitation black leather, threatening to jam it up her cunny.

But even that couldn’t keep her interested for long.

What Annie wanted was a live, warm, throbbing penis shoved up her aching snatch. Her thighs ached for it.

She imagined the bicycle seat turning into a long, black pecker and worming its way into her snatch. That really turned her on. Her plump vulva squirmed in anticipation. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter just thinking about black cock, about swallowing it in her mouth and maybe seeing if it tasted different. Her thighs throbbed. Her cunny ached and she squirmed some more on the bicycle seat.

She was glad to be home, finally. She was so hot she couldn’t stand it anymore.

She needed to do something, anything.

She put the bicycle in the garage-and then stopped. If she went into the house, the girl knew she was in for a long, dull period of squirming. Her daddy was going, to be all tired out after fucking her mommy all evening. He might not even look in on her until morning. And Annie was sure that was too, too late.

She needed to be fucked now!

Or…

Staring around the garage, the little girl spied the tire pump. It reminded her of her fantasy about the bicycle seat being a big, black cock. The hose wasn’t so awfully thick, but it was flexible and the cold looking brass fitting on the end did remind her of a penis head.

Trembling, Annie picked up the pump and walked into her daddy’s workroom. She sprawled out on his favorite canvas over a wire frame chair. And then she contemplated what she was about to do.

The hose felt almost alive in her hands. She spread her legs more until her skirt didn’t quite cover her crotch anymore.

Then, watching with avid fascination, Annie inserted the end of the hose between the soft, warm, hairless lips of her baby fresh vagina.

“Aaaahhhh!” she screamed, muting the sound. The brass fitting was cold. As it slid in it shocked Annie into crying out. But after that, it was easy. The black hose pushed further and further up her sucking cunt. It felt funny. Good, but funny. The rubber pressing between her cunt lips was almost alive. It seemed to twist and turn as it went in. And it went in an incredible distance-until Annie felt stuffed almost to her throat. She squeezed her legs together and began twisting and jabbing the hose in and out of her vagina with furious energy.