Annie gasped with horror. The blonde lady was asking Hal to stick his big, old finger up her ass. Annie would have bet that would hurt like anything. But she was asking him to do it.
Then Annie sucked in her breath. Because Hal’s finger seemed to be getting shorter. Actually, it was just disappearing into Flo’s quivering butt hole.
First his fingernail was gone. Then the hard, brown length of finger to the second knuckle was inside and it seemed to Annie that Flo’s asshole was chewing and grinding at it with abandon.
“Oh God, that’s good,” Flo moaned. She lifted her ass for his finger and Hal jerked it in and out and Flo moaned and groaned some more. She pushed her butt back to impale it and grunted with delight. “That feels marvelous, honey,” Flo sighed. She heaved her butt back and forth, faster and faster, sheathing Hal’s finger in her shivering butt as quick as she could move.
Annie winced. That must have felt awful. Yet Flo seemed to be enjoying it enough to ask for more.
The little girl was so excited her cunny was gushing juice. Her finger stirred it in her hot pot and thrill after savage thrill shook her body. Daringly, she inserted a second finger into her crack.
“Aaahhhaaa!” she moaned. The extra streeetchhh was like a pleasure flame licking through her hole. Something was happening inside her snatch that made her writhe as she stood in the darkness, pressing her tender crotch against the corner of the building, working her cunt up and down against the rough, cool wood-and then alternating by zipping her slash against her own clever, smooth, hot fingers.
“Ggghhhaaahh!”
Flo’s sudden cry broke through the harsh panting and sobbing of voices inside the house. Hal had moved behind his wife. He had stepped out of his pants and Annie stared in fascination at his huge, purplish cock. But only for a few hurried seconds. Because it disappeared.
Into Flo’s pulsating butthole!
Annie wanted to cry when it happened. She saw it, but didn’t believe what was happening. The big, bullet-shaped head nuzzled against Flo’s asshole and pressed-and then, just like Hal’s finger, it was disappearing like magic.
Flo’s asshole puckered around the huge rod. The flesh dimpled and pouted out and clasped it with feverish abandon. Flo was sobbing, but that didn’t seem to bother either of them. She pushed back and grunted through her sobs and mewed with pleasure.
Annie worked a tentative finger against her own turgid asshole. She put it in while she watched Hal’s drilling his wife’s butt.
It felt funny, but kind of good. Only, and as Annie watched Hal surge back and forth and heard his body slapping briskly against Flo’s broad asscheeks, she knew it just had to burn something awful.
“Ooooooh, honey. That’s the way I like it. You asshole bandit, shove it up there. That’s the way. Twist it around in there. Grind it in there, darling.
Fuck my ass. Fuck it, fuck it, fuckitfuckit. fuck… “
The blonde’s body jerked back and forth and Hal’s cock drew out and out and out until it seemed it would fall out, and then at what seemed the last minute, he shoved in, drilling his wife’s rectum.
His cock was thick and gnarled. It was slippery with juices. The lights in the room glinted off his massive meat when it slipped out of his wife’s ass.
Annie held herself with two fingers in her front hole and one in her back, her short skirt tucked up around her hands, while she panted with unfamiliar lust.
The girl rocked her hips back and forth, shoving down first on the fingers in front, then the one in her back door.
She could see that the flaring head of Hal’s pecker pulled out of his wife’s, butt hole almost completely before pounding back in. She wondered what it felt like. It was so big She licked her lips and thought about it and knew her legs would spread eagle around that huge thing it was so huge. She couldn’t get it in her tiny slot, much less her butthole. She didn’t think she could. But even as she engulfed in surges of feeling that threatened to consume her, she thought about trying! “I’m coming, darling. I’m cooommming,” Flo trilled.
The blonde had buried her face in her arms and heaved her rear back. Hal reciprocated. He shoved his cock into her with full force and stood still, straining against her pink flesh.
Annie wondered what was happening. And then she knew.
Thick, hot, white cream spurted out of Flo’s battered butt and leaked back around Hal’s flesh-sheathed penis.
He grunted and pressed into her and still it dripped in long, white streamers down the inside of her quivering, naked thigh.
Hal twisted his body against his wife’s and she moaned and collapsed forward on the chair and he fell forward with her, filling her asshole with his cock all the while.
Annie squeezed her thighs together and felt her hand between them. She shivered with joy and slowly sank to a sitting position against the house. Her finger stirred in her cunt and she felt like she was sitting on a great big baton with the end jabbed in her asshole.
And then wave after wave of sweet feeling swept over Annie and she came and came again with volcanic force.
As the fever raced between her legs, she opened her thighs and let the cool sea breeze take the heat from between her thighs.
It was naughty. She knew it was naughty, sitting with her legs open and her fingers in her little, hairless slit. Somebody could come by and look up her dress. But Annie didn’t care.
She just wished somebody would come along and put something bigger in her clutching, greasy hole. Anything!
Annie was damned tired of fucking around with her fingers.
She decided she wanted a little action!
And she was going to get it.
CHAPTER 6
‘Mommy and that blonde woman seemed to like having things stuck up their old butt holes. I didn‘t think I’d like it, though, dear diary. I’ll bet it hurts like anything. I’ll bet that they don‘t sit down for a week.
Still, my finger in my old butt hole felt kind of good. Maybe I can get Mr. Hal to stick his finger in me there. It’ll smell kind of funny, but he doesn’t seem to mind about things like that.
I don’t understand adults, dear diary. They‘re always telling me things not to do or that something is naughty-and then they do it themselves.
Maybe they just don‘t want me to do things that fuel too good.
Like sticking my finger in my little peepee hole. Or playing with Daddy‘s funny stick.
I wonder what it would feel like to let Daddy put his thing up my little hole.
I bet it would feel awful good…’
Pedaling her bike home in the dark only reaffirmed Annie’s determination The cool seat against her hot twat was like teasing it. Her short skirt flapped against her thighs. But the girl felt daring. Every time she was swept by car headlights, she managed to flip her skirt high enough so the driver could see she wore no panties and it was her naked little pussy lips riding on the bicycle seat.
By the time she wheeled the bicycle up her own walk she, was hotter than a shooting star. Her crotch tingled and when she left the bike in the garage, she couldn’t help smelling the seat.
The odor was hot and pungent. Like a miasma of olfactory pleasure the smell surrounded the imitation leather, slick with her pussy juice.
Walking up the stairs to her own room, Annie wondered what it felt like to have a man’s thing stuck up her tight hole and pouring out its juice. She trembled.
Her legs felt weak as she imagined the sensation inside her hot twat.
The girl hurried to her room and shut the door behind her.
She couldn’t wait! She just couldn’t.
She ripped off her skirt and blouse and threw them down. Then she stood in front of the full length mirror and ran her hands down her lithe, naked body, and wondered about the difference between her and Mommy or that other woman, Flo.