My Personal Sex Journal

CHAPTER 1

Dear Diary:

I was coming home from school today and you won't believe what happened to me! I was raped… Well… Almost! I mean, it was like the same thing, like some big, ugly man had jumped out of the bushes and stuck his dirty cock in my little slittie and just fucked me silly. I mean, it was almost the same thing…

When Annie left the school grounds, she was already excited. The seat of her bicycle was pulsing hot from the sun and her cunt mini-skirt wasn't much protection when she got on the bicycle. The hot leather seemed to bum right through the thin nylon of her panties and her fat, little cunt lips were pressed reluctantly against the seat. Hurriedly, she started pedaling, standing up as she pumped the bike into motion. But the damage was already done. The soft, hairless lips of her slit were so agitated that the motion of her thighs as she pedaled the bicycle was enough to create a rising excitement in the little girl.

On her bicycle, Annie was a postcard maker's delight. Her dark, curly hair blew out behind her exposing a cute face, innocent with a stubby nose and wide brown eyes. Her gay miniskirt, with its tiny primroses on a bright yellow background, was made all the more interesting by the soft swell of immature breasts that just barely poked the material out from the flatness of her chest.

Her buttocks sloped back. A man looking on, the way Hal Green was doing, couldn't help but think that his hands would cup those soft cheeks almost perfectly with room for his fingers to slide between her slender thighs and stroke her pure little box.

The thought was so strong that Hal Green wanted to turn away when he saw Annie pedaling her bike down the boardwalk along the beach. But he couldn't. The girl's miniskirt was so short that as her knees came up, Hal imagined he could see the white crotch of her panties.

He stared, and after a moment, he was sure. He could see the flashes of white between the naked flashes of her soft inner thighs which were tanned an even, golden brown.

It might have stopped there, the girl riding by and the man continuing his stroll, but Annie chose that particular place to stop her bike and try to relieve the frantic itch that had been building up.

It was embarrassing. At least to Annie. The itch had started with the hot bicycle seat and had grown and grown until it seemed to the girl that she was being consumed by the itch in her crotch.

She desperately wanted to scratch, but she couldn't do that. At least, not there on the boardwalk where everyone could see her.

There was only one thing to do, and Annie did it. She slid forward on her bike saddle and then glided back, forcing the slick saddle leather against her crotch with the limit of her strength. It felt good. But not enough. So she did it again. And again.

Thrills of strange pleasure started shooting up through Annie's, body as she rocked her cunt back and forth on the bike saddle, working the tip against her soft, squishy crotch. She knew by then that her white nylon panties were soaking wet and that the bicycle seat smelled terrible, but that wasn't enough to make her stop doing it. The rubbing just felt so good that she couldn't stop.

Annie slid her butt forward on the slippery leather and sighed, luxuriating in the swift, gliding feel of the smooth saddle between her sleek thighs and the pressure on her little girl slit. She was oblivious that around her the sun was shining, the sidewalk was practically shimmering with heat and that white and tiny, fluffy clouds scudded overhead across the blue sky.

The sight of a twelve-year-old girl masturbating herself on her bicycle seat was out of place in that setting. But it was happening. Annie sat on her bike on the edge of the seawall and did it faster and faster, her cute little: butt practically shimmying on her seat as she dragged her excited twat lips across the end of the saddle. She became faint with the effort of trying to move faster and faster while the waves roared and pounded at the foot of the seawall twenty feet below her.

Oh, Annie thought, what if it sticks in me?

The girl imagined the pointed saddle horn getting rammed between her hot little lips and shivered with delicious fright. But she didn't stop. She couldn't. The feeling that something was going to happen was building in her.

Faster and faster her crotch sawed at the saddle. Her short skirt flipped frantically up at each back and forth thrust. The material practically snapped in the warm air and there was no doubt that she was exposing her crotch and panties to anyone who cared to look.

Hal Green looked. Standing rooted to the spot, barely ten feet from the girl, he couldn't move. His cock felt as big as an elephant's trunk in his pants. He was sure that everybody could see it. But he didn't care. What counted what watching Annie though he didn't know her name at the time.

The girl was standing as if transfixed, staring out to sea. But her eyes were blank and her pretty little mouth was open. Her pink lipstick-less lips trembled as if she were being transfixed, and her hips kept swaying back and forth.

Hal couldn't be sure! That was part of what griped him. Her skirt covered her thighs and the bicycle seat and he wasn't sure that her cunt was actually touching the seat. He knew he could just be imagining things-seeing more than there was to see. But he didn't think so. His cock, definitely, didn't think so. His balls were so full and heavy in his pants that he moved with difficulty when he did move.

Hal approached the little girl on the green bicycle with some trepidation. He assured himself that his intentions were honorable. He just had to find out if the girl in the bright yellow mini-dress was being naughty. It was his duty to reprimand her. At least, that's what he told himself.

"Are you lost, little girl?" he asked.

Annie's mouth closed with a snap and she froze. The terrible tingling shot through her and she was still itchy between the legs. She wished she could have gone on and on for a long while, but somebody was noticing her and it was time to go. Only her legs felt so weak she couldn't start pedaling.

"Are you lost, little girl?"

Annie shook her head and her curls bobbed.

"No sir," she said. Her voice was weak and uncertain. She was acutely aware of the wetness between her legs and the way her soggy panties stuck to her skin like they were glued on. She shivered. Maybe he knows, she thought. A tingle started in the hot slot between her thighs and drilled straight up her little pee hole and Annie felt like she had to take a pee right then and there. She was dizzy and lightheaded and the bicycle seat was poking between her legs and rubbing the little button there and sending guilty shocks of sexual feeling soaring through her body-thought she didn't know the feeling was sexual.

"Are you ill?"

Annie stared at the man. He was tall and sort of thin. Maybe he was as old as her daddy who was almost forty, and he had a little grey in his black hair. His face wasn't handsome, but it seemed kindly to her and Annie nodded her head in automatic agreement that she wasn't feeling altogether right.

"Well, would you like to come to my house and lie down?" Hal Green had to gulp when he asked that question. His cock was pressing so painfully against his trousers that he could barely walk. He knew that he didn't want Annie to go to his house because she was ill. Don't do it, his conscience screamed. And his prick got sweaty with fear that he would listen to his conscience after all.

"Yes," Annie said. "I would." And she got off her bike and walked alongside the nice man and tried not to think about that terrible itch between her legs.

Hal Green lived in a rented house that faced on the boardwalk. It was white with green trim around the windows and fake storm shutters that wouldn't close. The yard was full of flowers protected by a white, picket fence.

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 peeker.

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 feel 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 pee hole 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, enflamed 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.