My Personal Sex Journal

CHAPTER 6

Mommy and that blonde woman seemed to like having things stuck up their old butt holes. I don't think I'd like it, though, dear diary. I'll bet it hurts like anything. I'll bet that they don't sit down for a week.

Still, my finger in my old butt hole felt kind of good. Maybe I can get Mr. Hal to stick his finger in me there. It'll smell kind of funny, but he doesn't seem to mind about things like that.

I don't understand adults, dear diary. They're always telling me things not to do or that something is naughty-and then they do it themselves.

Maybe they just don't want me to do things that feel too good.

Like sticking my finger in. my little peepee hole. Or playing with Daddy's- funny stick.

I wonder what it would feel like to let Daddy put his thing up my little hole. I bet it would feel awful good…

Pedaling her bike home in the dark only reaffirmed Annie's determination. The cool seat against her hot twat was like teasing it. Her short skirt flapped against her thighs. But the girl felt daring. Every time she was swept by car headlights, she managed to flip her skirt high enough so the driver could see she wore no panties and it was her naked little pussy lips riding on the bicycle seat.

By the time she wheeled the bicycle up her own walk she was hotter than a shooting star. Her crotch tingled and when she left the bike in the garage, she couldn't help smelling the seat.

The odor was hot and pungent. Like a miasma of olfactory pleasure the smell surrounded the imitation leather, slick with her pussy juice.

Walking up the stairs to her own room, Annie wondered what it felt like to have a man's thing stuck up her tight hole and pouring out its juice. She trembled. Her legs felt weak as she imagined the sensation inside her hot twat.

The girl hurried to her room and shut the door behind her.

She couldn't wait! She just couldn't.

She ripped off her skirt and blouse and threw them down. Then she stood in front of the full length mirror and ran her hands down her lithe, naked body and wondered about the difference between her and Mommy or that other woman, Flo.

She didn't have any titties. Just little pink bubbins that seemed to get sharper as she stared at them, and soft swells underneath. Nothing like the big titties her mom had. And her waist went in just a little and then flared out for her just starting hips. And she didn't have any butt like Flo's.

Annie stared between her own legs for a long while. She was even different there!

What had been full-lipped cunts on the older women on her was nothing more than a pout. Her tight cunny lips revealed only the trace of a slit in her crotch. It looked so tiny!

Only Annie was determined to shove something big in there. Anything.

The girl couldn't stand wondering what it was like to have something big and hard like a cock shoved up there.

If they could do it, she knew she could. Looking at her crotch brought on the fever again, harder than ever before.

Going to the closet, she opened the door and rummaged through the junk piled on the floor until she found what she was looking for. Her baton!

Excited, the girl crossed the room to the bed and then flopped down on it on her back. She threw her legs up in the air and opened them as wide as she could.

But her hole stayed closed.

Annie lay the baton on her chest. It was long enough that she could rub the big end against her titties while the little end rubbed over the clasped lips of her cunt. She shivered with unexpected pleasure.

The round, white, hard rubber end of the baton seemed tremendous against her cunny. She rubbed it up and down, feeling at one end the knob pressing against her slit while the other end stroked her tiny nipple. Her nipple got sharper and harder.

She rubbed harder and it seemed to the excited girl that her cunt split open a little and she could just feel the baton touching the insides of her cunt lips. It felt heavenly.

Harder and faster she moved the baton up and down on her body, riding the round knob over her twat. She felt tremendous. Like she was being stretched open. Her open, tanned thighs quivered with lust.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted with the effort.

And then she turned the baton with her hands. The round, little end was pressing against her clever little cunny and the big end was down around her feet. She held it by the neck and she knew the time had come. She was so excited it had to.

Closing her eyes, because she knew it was going to hurt beautifully, Annie sighed and shoved the end of the baton up her twitching twat!

It did hurt-a little.

The end of the baton forced its way up her tight hole. She felt like she had something fantastically huge up her hole. But it felt good, too. Her crotch was all aquiver around that big knob and there was a warm glow between her legs.

Annie opened her eyes and looked down and almost fainted with ecstasy. The silvery stick of the baton projected out of her pink, strained twat like a spear handle. The rest was inside her.

She moved the baton-up and down-just a little. And she almost did pass out. Inside her cunt she was so tender that the slightest touch made her cunt walls vibrate joyfully.

It was like she had a tuning fork up her snatch.

Annie decided to experiment and she awkwardly rolled off the bed and stood up. The baton held firm between her legs. In fact, a strange vibrating feeling seemed to be shooting from it through her body. When she walked, the big end struck against her ankles and the shocks ran up the shaft into her innocent hole. Each one was like a hammer blow on a spike being driven up her twat.

She bent over and grabbed the baton with both hands and played with it. She rolled it between her hands and felt the head spinning in her hole until she was dizzy. Then she began forcing the shaft up and down, up and down until she couldn't stand another moment of that.

It felt tremendous. The end seemed to plunge up and down her tight, greasy tunnel and Annie could feel every inch of the path it took. She was so full she thought she would split. But it felt wonderful.

Her tight cunt lips had closed over the silvery handle. That slid cool and greasily up and down between her pursed twat lips and Annie watched her lips pucker and open as it did.

She couldn't stay bent over and eventually the girl straightened up. She found by flexing her knees she could strike the end of the baton against the floor and drive it forcefully up her sex hole. Which she did with regularity as she staggered back to the bed.

By the time she got there, the girl could hardly move a step. She fell into the bed on her back, both hands resolutely clasping the smooth, shiny staff of her baton and pumping madly.

She was half unconscious from joy. She overwhelmed by it. The metal between her fingers became, in her imagination, her daddy's hot cock. The rubber end pistoning up and down her tunnel was the swollen tip of the cock head.

The girl was so full she wanted to cry.

The rod flashed silvery in and out, in and out. Her fingers found the little button of her clitoris and played with it at the same time.

And all the while, Annie sobbed with frustration and joy.

Joy, because she was experiencing the most wonderful sensation she had ever known-and frustration because she knew that the baton jammed up her twat wasn't ever going to shoot white, hot goo in her hole.

"Ooooh… ahhhhhh!" she cried. Her cunt squeezed and electric sparks ran through her body and her insides turned to water and seemed to be racing out her hole.

Annie kicked her legs in the air and her toes pointed at the ceiling and the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever known engulfed her.

She was coming, coming, coming!

She wanted to scream and wake the house and tell everybody.

Only she didn't. The girl collapsed and smiled dreamily and played with her hand with the baton, still poking up between her legs into her joy slit.

And then she slipped into a deep, untroubled sleep…