As they walked toward it, Annie felt relieved. Now that she was off the hot bike seat, her crotch didn’t feel all sweaty and itchy. Some of that terrible urge to finger her throbbing lips between her legs was gone. In fact, the warm, summer wind blowing under her short dress caressed the insides of her moist, soft thighs and cooled the soggy crotch of her panties. That felt good to Annie. It was like a cool hand sliding over her pouting pee lips taking some of the fever away. She walked a little straddle legged, spreading her slender thighs as much as possible to get more of the wind. She hoped the man wouldn’t notice, the smell.
Hal couldn’t help but notice. From the moment the little girl had agreed to go home with him his eyes kept straying to her scantly covered crotch. Every flip of her dress that threatened to reveal a glimpse of her white panties made his cock harder and more urgent in his pants. He wanted to slide it between her thighs and rub it back and forth, squishing her soft, fat lips against his round pecker.
The wind kept shifting and wafting the heated odor of her hot twat to his nostrils and when Hal looked down all he could see was the flash of her long thighs sliding in and out under the hem of her dress.
“This is my house,” he managed to say. He held the gate open.
Annie thought it was a nice house and yard. A safe one. And with no hesitation she went into the yard and parked her bicycle next to the porch.
“Come in.” Hal held the door open with a sweaty hand.
Inside the house it was cool and dark. The scent of the ocean filled the room and Hal steered Annie to a long, green couch that dominated the living room.
The twelve-year-old girl sat down and nervously pressed her knees together. Her short skirt slid up the long, tanned expanse of her stockingless legs and the white crotch of her panties was just barely visible.
Hal sat next to her. “How are you now?”
“All right, I guess.” Annie looked up at him and smiled. She did fed better.
The itch in her crotch was a lot fainter. But her soggy panties were clammy and uncomfortable. They bunched up in the crack of her rear and they drew tight across her front, the fabric pressing into the slit between her legs. It didn’t hurt, but Annie experienced a weird feeling that made her want to touch herself there and either poke the panties into the hole or pull them out. That wasn’t nice, she knew, and she tittered, wondering what the nice man would say if he knew what she was thinking.
“Tell me, what’s your name, darling?”
“Annie. What’s yours?”
Hal told her and smiled. His forehead was sweaty and he knew he couldn’t stop now-whatever the consequences. He had gone too far. “Where does it hurt, Annie?” He placed his hand on her middle and pressed lightly. “There?”
The little girl shivered and shook her head. Hal’s hand felt so nice there that she wanted to lie to keep it there. “No,” she said innocently. “Lower. I feel funny lower.” And she blushed because she knew it wasn’t nice to talk about her crotch.
“Oh… there?” Hal slipped his hand down the little girl’s groin and felt his cock get harder, if that was possible. He stared in fascination at his tanned, brown hand on the lighter flesh of her thigh. Under his fingers he felt the throb of her pulse and the lush softness of her lower belly. The sweet curve of her crotch started there, too, and he imagined that his fingers could feel the tip of her angelic slit.
Annie squirmed and murmured something Hal didn’t catch.
She looked at his hand on her tummy and couldn’t imagine why it was giving her such wonderful sensations that made her squirm her little, soft butt on the couch and press up against his hand. All she knew was that the feeling was heavenly and she didn’t want it to stop, even if it was something dirty. She wanted his fingers down further. Instinctively, she knew if Hal scratched her down there, the itch would go away.
“Lower,” she murmured again, only in a slightly louder voice.
She bit her lip and looked down.
Hal’s hand seemed to barely inch its way down between her legs. It looked like something she had never seen before between her spread open thighs.
His hand pressed at her splayed thighs and forced them wider.
“Gee,” Annie gasped. Her eyes were wide as she looked down and watched his fingers disappear under-the edge of her short, yellow dress. And then she felt his fingertips sliding across her panties and touching her peehole through the material and she knew he was being very naughty.
But Annie didn’t say anything. Her flesh was quivering. She felt all electric between her legs. It felt heavenly. “Ooooh, do it some more, Mr. Hal,” she moaned. And she raised her hips and rubbed her itchy cunny against his probing fingers.
Hal couldn’t stop. The satiny feel of little girl flesh against his fingers was more than he could stand. Drips of cock fluid squeezed out of his cock head and he wanted to grab his own crotch and jack off while he touched Annie’s delectable cunt. Her sex odor made a cloud in the room and he sawed his finger. back and forth in the little girl’s weeping slot.
Annie was writhing and twisting on the couch. Hal had turned her so she was laying back and she could see his hand disappearing between her legs and feel what he was doing. And what she felt was super.
Something thick and firm was pressed against her panties. It just seemed to lie naturally in the little, hairless slot between her legs. And when it moved up and down, rubbing at the soft, grasping lips, chills of pleasure shot all through Annie.
The little girl put her hand to her mouth and sucked at her thumb, feeling Hal’s expert hand spreading her slot open. Her saliva drooled around her thumb wetting her face, but she didn’t mind. The feeling of being stretched down there was just wonderful. She wanted more and she raised her hips and shoved her crotch against Hal’s wonderful finger and she sucked her thumb.
“Can I take your panties off… and… make you feel better?” Hal asked, gasping desperately for air while he tried to show his beating heart and get his breathing back to normal.
Annie whimpered and nodded. Then she felt her panties being slipped down her slender legs. For a moment, the soggy crotch was held prisoner between her cunt lips. Then it came free and a rush of cold air filled the suddenly exposed void of sweaty, en flamed flesh.
“Ohhhhh,” Annie moaned. She opened her thighs wider, in a wordless invitation for something-anything. She didn’t know what was going to happen. But that didn’t matter. Surges of pleasure shot up and down her body and she was ready for anything.
CHAPTER 2
‘… I mean, I suppose Hal raped me, dear diary. That’s his name. Hal. He had me all laid out on the couch and he was doing naughty things to my little peepee hole and it isn’t so bad being rape. I mean, like Mommy and Daddy think it’s something horrible. It isn’t that way. Especially when he stuck out his tongue.
That’s when he raped me…
I think…’
Hal stared down at the little girl spread out on the couch. Her legs were wide open. Her skirt was flopped up to her waist. Her panties were an untidy white heap on the floor. And between her legs the skin was naked and smooth-like pink velvet. Her pubes were gentle pink mounds and as Annie’s legs stretched further apart they pouted open just a tiny bit and showed a red lining-like the inside of a ripe, juicy, sweet watermelon.
There was nothing then that could stop Hal. He leaned forward and his mouth opened and his hot, saliva slick lips clamped over the little girl’s cunnus and he kissed her right on the twat.
His cock pounded and he thought he was going to shoot in his pants. When Annie’s immature thighs lifted in the air and wrapped around his head he felt his precome juice pouring out of the swollen tip of his pecker. Her cunt in his mouth was so juicy he couldn’t let go. It was virginal and fresh. There wasn’t even the slightest trace of hair on her whole crotch and it was like sucking a luke warm tomato-but a million times more exciting.