“Maybe… maybe I can help you, darling… ” Hal whispered hoarsely.
The middle-aged man knew he couldn’t go on much longer this way. He was going to shoot all over himself. And he had to have his hands on the little girl’s hot, pulsating flesh when he did. He just had to.
Annie took her little finger out of her warm hole and stared in wonder as Hal put his hand on her crotch. His fingers were tanned brown and they contrasted sharply with her gleaming white skin.
He inched his hand down and Annie sighed. It felt so good, having his hand there. It was warm and felt comfortable.
And then she saw what he was going to do and her breath caught in her throat and it seemed like she couldn’t breathe even the littlest bit. He was going to put his big, brown finger in her tiny pink hole and his finger seemed SO big!
Annie closed her eyes. She wanted to say no! But she also wanted to have that big thing inside her, touching her in there where she couldn’t reach and where Hal’s tongue wouldn’t go.
She opened her eyes again in time to see Hal’s dark finger pressing softly against her slot. It didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt good!
First his finger made a little dip in her skin that she felt clear to the top of her head. And she knew, then, that she wanted it to go into her deeper and deeper.
And then his finger was in her hole and it felt absolutely heavenly and she was getting stretched widely open and that was a tremendous sensation and her hips shot — back and forth, encouraging him to go on. “Wow!” she sighed, and really meant it.
Annie watched with unbelieving eyes as Hal’s finger slipped deeper — and deeper in her well. The first knuckle was in and then the second and finally his finger was all gone eight up to his hand.
“Hmmm,” Annie sighed and stared at his brown hand on her soft, white lower belly and the way one finger disappeared into her tight crack.
Then Hal wiggled his finger!
Convulsing, Annie was practically propelled out of this world.
“OhyeahoooGodogiveoittome… pleeaassee,” she sobbed. She shoved and hunched her crotch down on Hal’s finger and sobbed for the fantastic joy she was feeling.
Hal’s finger started moving up and down, shooting in and out of her hole like a berserk torpedo, drawing out of her tight, slippery tunnel only to drive back in an express train speed.
Annie didn’t know what was happening to her, but it was absolutely tremendous, whatever it was. Her crotch rose and fell and she cried, “yes, yes, yes, Mr. Hal. Yes!”
She was going to explode. The feeling of being filled with too much pleasure enveloped her. Her cunny was soaked and leaking juice at a wild pace. “More,” she groaned and lifted her lithe, child’s hips and shoved her hole down hard on Hal’s probing finger.
Something seemed to seize her whole body and squeezed with all the pleasure in the world. Rockets exploded in her nerves. And Annie was sobbing for joy as her orgasm swept over her, making her scream with pleasure while she pulled her knees back to her almost flat chest and Hal’s finger drilled unrelentingly into her banjoing hole.
Sweat poured from Hal’s face. His arm was cramped from shooting back and forth, driving his finger in the little girl’s hot twat. But.he couldn’t stop.
Nothing could make him stop.
Staring down at his brown finger flashing in and out of the sucking white flesh of Annie’s twelve year-old snatch, that virgin little hole. Hal knew he was going to come and come and come.
Her hole was hot, moist. It fit his finger like a glove and throbbed and tightened and loosened as his finger slid in and out. Each twitch of his hand was a new sensation. It was as if the child was sucking on his finger-only this was better.
His cock twitched in his pants. His balls were hot and sweaty and filled with a heavy ache. His pumping finger seemed to say, you‘ve got to come. You’ve got to come. You’ve got to come!
His cock jerked in his pants, He put his other hand down and felt it through the material and wrapped his fingers around the swollen head and squeezed and milked it.
“Oh, oh, I feel so funny,” Annie cried… And then she shrieked out her wild come and her cunny clenched on his finger and Hal squeezed his own cock.
His come burned up his hose and spurted out against his pants with such force and heat that it oozed through and pearly drops of white goo clung there while Hal shivered from the force of his ejaculation.
He sat there, luxuriating in the hot, liquid feel of both hands-one in a twelve-year-old twat and the other full of his own cock and come!
CHAPTER 3
‘After Hal… well… did that dirty thing to me, I had to go back, don’t ya see? I couldn‘t let him think that it was all his fault. He needed me to tell him I was okay-that he didn’t really hurt me with his big, ugly finger.
I mean, he stretched my little hole all out of shape and I don’t think I’ve ever let anything in there again as big as his finger. But, it did feel kinda good.
In fact, I can remember just how it felt right now…’
Annie walked-her bicycle away from Hal Green’s little white ocean front house.
She still felt all tingly between her legs-and a little sore. And she had a lot to think about. She didn’t want to get home too fast or she’d never figure anything out at all.
When she’d left, Hal was laying back on the sofa, a silly smile on his face, and Annie assumed he was happy about something. She had seen the wet all over his pants crotch and she wondered about that. But she didn’t say anything. It was really embarrassing to wet your pants and have somebody notice.
“Are you… going?” he’d asked.
“Uh huh.” Annie had nodded her head. “Mom and Dad get awful mad if I don’t get home in time for dinner.”
“Oh!” Hal’s face fell, and then it seemed to brighten. “You had a good time, didn’t you, Annie?”
Annie nodded. “I guess so, Mr. Hal. It was… different.”
“Well… well. That’s good, honey. And if you like, why don’t you come by again some time after school and… we’ll think of more games.”
“Sure, Mr. Hal.” Annie grinned at him and smoothed her skirt down over her naked pelvis. “We had a whole lot of fun, didn’t we?”
Hal was standing at the door, grinning at her when she wheeled her bicycle away from the house.
It wasn’t until Annie was half-way home and was riding her bicycle again that she remembered she had left her panties at Hal’s. She was reminded of that fact by the way the bicycle seat rubbed against her soft, little gash. It was kind of like Hal’s fingers caressing her fat, hairless cunny lips. And it made Annie remember what his hot tongue had felt like, too. The girl shivered with remembered delight and pedaled faster.
She was still pedaling like-that when she swerved into the driveway at her house.
Annie’s heart suddenly plummeted. Standing in the driveway, looking grim, was her father.
Bob Preston was about five foot eleven inches tall with a bulky build that started in big shoulders and worked its way down his body to his crotch where his cock was equally as large and massive. Annie didn’t know about his cock, but she was aware of her daddy’s muscular arms.
“You’re a half hour later,” Annie’s father said. His thick, black hair seemed to bristle when he was angry and his face, weathered from working outdoors as a construction crew foreman, was darker and more lined than ever. “Your mother is all ready to call the police department, young lady.”
“Gee… gee… I’m sorry, Daddy.” Annie started to sob. She’d learned that it didn’t matter when she started crying, when her daddy was this mad she was going to cry sooner or later anyway.
She parked the bike, then meekly, followed him into the garage for her punishment.
The double garage was Bob Preston’s hideaway. One half he had partitioned and turned into a workshop. The other half held the car and tools he used to work on it.