My Personal Sex Journal

CHAPTER 14

After Daddy fucked me in the ass, dear diary, everything seemed to change. Gee, it was just like a prison camp. I couldn't go anywhere or do anything. If I wanted to go to the store, Mommy or Daddy went with me. And around the house, I was never alone with Daddy at all.

Mommy was always right there and I couldn't even accidentally get my hand on his big thing in his pants.

I heard Mommy say they were raising a little nymphomaniac. What ever that is. Maybe it's some kind of plant, but they haven't shown it to me.

I sure wish I could get over to Mr. Hal's house. My little pussy is all itchy all of the time, anymore. And he sure knows how to make it better. Not as good as Daddy. But good…

Annie was really out of sorts. The next morning she woke up and her butt was really sore. She could hardly sit down anywhere except on a pillow. But that didn't matter to the little girl. What did matter was the knowledge that she had had her daddy's big thing in her tiny asshole and it hadn't really been all that bad. In fact, it had been super.

She dreamed about that long, stiff thing up her butt while she walked around in a sort of daze all day. She intended, at the very first chance, to get her daddy and do it again.

But something had happened. Annie suspected it was because her mother had caught Daddy fucking her. Whatever it was, she never seemed to have a moment alone with him.

It was two or three days later, time had been kind of hazy for the little girl, when she was down on the front porch, sitting on the edge and swinging her foot back and forth and daydreaming. The June day was bright with sunshine and a pleasant ocean breeze kept the air fresh. Annie was wearing a gaily checked blouse and skirt. Underneath, as had become her practice lately, she wore no underwear.

She sat on the edge of the porch railing, sulking and kicking her foot higher and higher. It was a kind of exciting game she played seeing how high her foot would go and knowing that a passerby could see dear up under her skirt where her panties should have been.

She'd been sulking. It seemed to Annie that her mom and dad never let her do anything anymore. Particularly fuck. She thought it was awfully selfish of her mother to keep her daddy from fucking her.

Annie knew that her daddy wanted to. There were lots of times that the little girl had accidentally on purpose let him see up between her cute, dimpled legs. And each time she was sure that his pants got humped out in front of him by his hard dinger.

It wasn't fair. All Annie wanted was to hold his throbbing hard-on in her own hot, little hand and maybe lick it and suck it a little until her daddy was ready to plunge it into her tight asshole.

That's one of the reasons that she was sitting on the edge of the porch showing her little naked pussy off to passerbys.

Suddenly she stopped swinging her leg. She looked up and realized a man was watching her from the sidewalk-peering intently under the edge of her skirt. And then he looked directly at her and Annie gasped. It was Mr. Hal.

Annie gasped and almost fell off the porch.

He started to walk across the lawn toward her and Annie realized what was liable to happen. Desperately, she waved him away.

Looking a little guilty, Hal Green turned and began strolling down the sidewalk, his back to little Annie.

The girl checked the house to make sure her mother wasn't watching, she'd been watching a lot lately, and then snuck across the lawn and out of the yard at an angle she knew she would be invisible from the house. She was panting by the time she caught up with Mr. Hal.

"Wait, wait!" she cried after him.

As if he was a felon, Hal Green tucked his head down between his shoulders and tried to walk faster, ignoring the little girl as if he didn't know her. He'd been afraid of something like this happening. They'd put him in jail and he'd never again stick his cock up Flo's willing ass or twat. All for the sake of a tight cunt child.

Annie grabbed at his shirt and kept hold.

The air seemed to go out of Hal, leaving him a deflated man. Even his insatiable cock was tiny and shriveled. It felt terribly lonely in the crotch of his pants. "All right," he said. "All right!"

He turned expecting to see a copy, or at least an irate father.

Instead, Hal Green saw only a small girl dressed in a neat blue and yellow plaid dress tugging at his short. A sweet little girl with a sweet mouth that he loved to have wrapped around his cock.

He felt stronger. "Please," he whispered, "don't do that!"

Furtively, Hal glanced around to see if anybody was watching from one of the houses. He'd known all along it was foolish to walk to his sister's house instead of taking the car. But it had been such a nice day… and there was always the chance of catching a glimpse of the little girl who dominated his wet dreams at night.

Well! He'd found her, all right. And she was still just as sweet.

Staring at her, Hal imagined he could still see her neat little cunny like the first time. It was all pink and hairless and tight. So tight that he'd almost failed to get his finger into. it. And now, just looking at her, he felt his cock rising in his pants. He knew he just had to fuck her one more time. He couldn't walk off and leave her. He had to know the delicious feeling of drilling his prick up her cunt one more time.

Christ, he thought, I'm going to shoot in my pants if I keep on thinking this way. It's indecent. It's lewd…

It was all of those things. And more. And Hal Green didn't give a single damn. By then all he wanted was to get his hands on Annie's hot little twat.

And, to be truthful, Annie wanted him to.

Ever since the little girl had seen Mr. Hal, she'd wondered how she could get a few minutes with him-long enough for him to ram his cock up her quaking cunt. Maybe even long enough for him to slide his clever finger up her asshole.

"Come on," Annie said. She took his big hand in her little one. "We can go in my daddy's workshop and… fuck… if you want to, Mr. Hal."

Hal wanted to. He was crazy to do it, but there was nothing on earth capable of stopping him. The thing he wanted more than anything else right then was a few minutes alone with the little girl, naked, feeling and fondling each other. It was insane, but anything was worth having those moments.

He followed Annie into her daddy's workshop.

They were barely inside before she was peeling off her clothes. She skinnied her dress up over her head revealing her tender young breast buds and Hal was on his knees in a moment, licking and adoring them. They were still tender, pink circles of flesh with tack sharp points on the skinniest swells of flesh. Flo's boobs were bigger and better to suck, but Hal Green couldn't keep his mouth off Annie's.

The little girl moaned and held his mouth to her nipples. And then Mr. Hal's head was slipping down and his tongue was lashing her belly and then even her fleshy little venus mound.

"Oooo," Annie said. It had been literally days since she'd had a hot tongue on her cunny, and now she had Mr. Hal's.

Annie rotated her hips in concentric circles, alternaly pressing his tongue and lips against her little girl hole, and other times making him chase it with his tongue, washing her crotch with sloppy misses.

Hal Green was drunk on the nectar of her cunt. He slurped her cunny juice with abandon, reveling in the flavor and- aroma.

His head bobbed again and again while his tongue played in her slot.

Annie was ecstatic with joy. Mr. Hal's tongue was better than ever. She just loved it. She convulsed and pressed her legs together and came, a long, shuddering orgasm. And then he was probing her soft cunt lips with his tongue again and she was soaring on the very tip, like her twat was balanced on the tip of an arrow in flight.

"Oh, oh, oh, I have to pee, Mr. Hal," she cried. "I have to make peepee."

Hal's excited fingers clutched her legs and held them tight. His tongue dwadled in her cunt and she felt it there, like a big, mobile cork filling her hole up.

It was so exciting she couldn't help it. She just had to pee. And he said to do it.

Annie scrunched her eyes closed and concentrated and suddenly the stream of hot liquid spurted out of her crack and over his searing tongue and onto his lips.

Hal pulled away, tasting the acrid yellow pee on his lips. He put one of his fingers up Annie's tight twat and the hot liquid seemed to spurt harder out of her hole and over his fingers into his hand to leak off onto the cement floor.

To Annie, it was super exciting. The feel of his finger in her crack while she was peeing was tremendous. She felt so full and acrid, the pee stinging her pussy lips in a delightful way. She shivered and forced some more pee out into his waiting hand.