My Personal Sex Journal

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 raped. 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 pre-come 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.

Slowly, his tongue stroked down the slightly open slot between Annie's trembling thighs and for the first time, Hal tasted the tangy little girl nectar pouring from her sweet little hole.

"Aiiieeee!" Annie gasped softly.

The little girl moaned and squirmed. She didn't know what was happening, but it was delicious. She raised her hips and felt the hot saliva of Hal's mouth bathing her crotch.

And then it happened.

With no warning, his tongue was jabbing between her quivering nether lips and she thought she'd die from the sudden surge of pleasure that swept over her and through her. It was huge-much bigger than her own little fingers-and it seemed to spread her crotch wide open with a fantastic kind of ecstatic joy.

"Oh, oh, oh" she gasped in a kind of soundless burbling as she thrilled to his wide, slippery tongue sticking up inside of her.

Hal's tongue was narrow at the end and got wider and wider going back until it was bigger than anything Annie could ever imagine sticking in her own childish twat. But she didn't know that.

Looking down, all Annie could see was the top of Hal's head, his grey streaked hair and the tips of his sunburned ears.

But she could feel him!

He started stroking up and down her joy slot with his tongue tip. At first that was enough and it was turning Annie inside out with forbidden pleasure. But as he licked faster arid faster the girl felt like she was going to explode if she didn't get more and more and more. The original itch was gone, but her little flesh furrow had a new, more persistent feeling racing through it. She wanted that lovely tongue sucking and slurping through her crotch to stop and drill her-to stretch her open even further than she was already.

She tightened her legs around his head. His ears felt fantastic against the naked insides of her thighs and she grabbed his hair and tugged on it and pressed her passionate pussy harder against his mouth.

"Oooh, do it some more, Mr. Hal," she urged, practically sobbing.

She pumped her hips up and down, practically forcing his tongue to impale her slippery little twat. Each jab into her gash was sheer heaven to Annie. His tongue was hot and slippery and squirmy. It was tapered and the deeper it sank into her juicy little snatch the wider open she was stretched. The stretching felt wonderful. Her cunt lips gaped open and shivered with excitement. She couldn't help the automatic reflex which squeezed her cunny tight around his tongue, threatening to throw it out of her snatch.

The tingle around her hole was fantastic. But the little girl breathed deep and sighed at what was going on inside her.

The hot length of Hal's tongue wormed up her hole and it felt to Annie like she was stuffed with something incredibly long and warm. And then, to top that, Hal kept wiggling the tip of his tongue deep inside of her and she wanted to swoon when his tongue tip caressed the insides of her little cunny.

"I feel sooo strange," she groaned to Hal.

Indeed she did. She felt like she wanted to pee-but she couldn't because Hal's tongue filled her little peehole completely. It was like a cork in a bottle. And the pressure was building inside Annie.

Annie had opened her eyes and she noticed the front of Hal's pants bulged lewdly and there was a big wet spot. But, while she was curious that a man Hal's age could wet his pants, she didn't say anything. She couldn't.

Hal had started flicking his tongue rapidly in and out of the little girl's convulsing hole. "Ahuhahuhah!" Annie sighed and gasped.

Each movement of the man's tongue in her slot was like a hammer blow. She was full-then empty-then full again. She writhed and twisted on the couch and tried to pull Hal's hair out. It was too exciting.

His tongue kept lowing in and out of her snatch. She writhed around it as if it was a greased stake gliding up and down, in and out of her fevered cunt. Annie groaned and humped her hips and shoved down. The little girl was dizzy on the thrilling feeling that shot through her body. She had never felt anything like it. It was as if she was being ripped open and plugged full of thick, steamy meat. And then the next instant it was gone, gliding out of her hole, leaving her begging to get it back again.

No, no. Put it back in me again! the little girl wanted to say when it felt like his drippy, red tongue was getting" out of her slot. But she didn't. That wouldn't have been nice.

Instead, she tightened her knees around Hal's head and felt her legs draw his face tighter against her smelly crotch. That seemed to help because when she did that, his tongue went extra deep up her snatch and she couldn't help moaning.

Suddenly, Hal pulled his face away from her slippery, wet crotch and Annie was really disappointed. She itched there something fierce and it seemed to her that just a few minutes more of that would have been enough. Something was going to happen! The thought was so strong and fierce that she was ready to cry in frustration.

"What's wrong?" Hal asked. His voice was weak as he stared down at the nymphet's twitching vagina.

"I itch there," Annie said, also weakly, as she gestured toward her excited peepee hole. Her finger almost touched it and a savage thrill of exaltation swept Annie. The little girl just had to touch it. And that was something naughty, particularly with Hal watching!

"Well… " Hal said. "Well, scratch it then!"

Hal's mouth was dry. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth as he watched her finger, hypnotized.

Annie gurgled deep in her throat. Her legs opened wider and her delicate fingers inched down the inside of her thigh toward the plump mound of pink flesh Hal had been tormenting with his tongue. She thought she shouldn't do it, but she couldn't stop. Closer and closer her fingers neared her sensitive cunny lips.

Hal was faint. He couldn't believe he was seeing what was happening. The tiny tip of Annie's white finger rubbed against the edge of her soft, silky crack and opened it. Then her finger slid in.

It was so smooth! One moment the gleaming fingernail was on top, and the next it was inside the little opening as, if it had been swallowed. Moisture welled out of her crack and frothed around her finger. She pressed deeper until her knuckle was being sucked by her twat, too.

Hal imagined his cock in that tiny, tight hole and he almost came allover himself, and he didn't care. Anything was worth what he was watching happen.

"It'll feel better, honey," he gasped, "if you rub your finger up and down."

"Really?" Annie was surprised that Hal would know something like that. But it made her feel better. She pumped her finger up and down and could hear her cunny lips slurping around it. Explosions of joy surged through her body and her baby-sized hole tightened up and that was even greater. She was tingling.way inside her body. She felt like she was going to turn inside out but, at the same time, Annie wished her finger was bigger, that she could reach further up her hole, that she was stretched wider open. She pumped her hips up and down, her knees out, while raising her crotch toward Hal's face. She wished he'd put his tongue back in her.

He did lean down and lick around her finger, sucking up the juice that shot out of her clenching snatch.

Annie sighed. His wet tongue sliding up and down her juicy finger and over her pouting cunt lips and occasionally flicking inside her hot little hole right next to her probing finger made her dizzy.

Hal was dizzy, too. He sucked up the tangy joy juice welling out of the little girl's slot and his pecker jerked and swelled with unrestrained joy. His pants front was soaked, and he didn't care. He couldn't think of anything but that fantastic little girl hole. It was too small. He knew that. But he licked her whole crotch, his eyes inches away from her slot, staring at the shiny, smooth, glistening flesh between the girl's legs. Her finger drove up and down in her hole, cunt juice bubbling around it on each stroke and creating a fresh froth of moisture that he was eager to lick up as fast as it came.

"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 wiidddeee 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 right 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!