Annie shook her head in disgust. Mr. Hal was like all adults. He hardly saw anything. If he had looked, he would have seen she was already off her bicycle.
And that she wasn’t interested in lemonade. But she went in the house anyway.
Once inside the house, Annie watched curiously as Mr. Hal closed and locked the door with trembling hands.
“Heh, heh,” he laughed weakly. “We wouldn’t want to be bothered by some salesman, would we, darling?”
Annie shook her head in agreement and Mr. Hal seemed happier.
“Why don’t you sit down and… take off your shoes and get comfortable?” he asked. “I’ll get the lemonade.”
Annie thought it was silly of him to tell her to take off her shoes. The little girl wanted to take off her dress, but she did what he asked.
When Hal came back into the living room he handed Annie her lemonade. The girl sat primly on the big, stuffed chair he usually sat on, but Hal elected to sit in the green carpet on the floor.
Suddenly, Annie was aware of Mr. Hal’s hands on her legs. They were stroking her calves and his fingers stripped her white socks off her ankles and feet.
His fingertips were cool and felt nice on her skin and she couldn’t help wriggling on the big, stuffed chair.
Hal turned his head to look at her and Annie suddenly blushed. He was looking directly between her open legs under her skirt.
Then his fingers were at her knees. They tickled and Annie threw her legs open to let them up her thighs. The stiff fabric of the chair felt prickly on her butt and that old, itchy feeling started in her crotch again. Only this time, Annie knew how she was going to scratch it.
Hal turned and knelt in front of the little girl. He had his hands up on the soft insides of her thighs and her skirt was rolled back to her waist. His face was red and strained with effort. He was breathing hard.
“What are you doing, Mr. Hal?” Annie asked in a little voice.
Hal had leaned forward until his face was between Annie’s spread thighs. His nose was filled with the odor of the girl’s steamy cunt. Gently his fingers tugged her panties, pulling them down and off her firm, young legs. He didn’t answer her.
Slowly he leaned forward and this time his breath washed over Annie’s naked cunny. The girl shivered. It was a delicious feeling. His breath was cool on her warm, moist cunt flesh. The wrinkled petals of her cunt lips seemed to swell and open. Dew sparkled in the heart other sex flower.
That was all the invitation Hal needed. He buried his face between the little girl’s thighs and, before she could object, his tongue was lancing up her contracting cunt hole.
“Aaahhhooo,” Annie cried. And electric spark seemed free to roam between her thighs. It felt so good she could barely keep her butt planted on the easy chair.
Her fingers wrapped in Hal’s hair and she guided his tongue as it lashed from the end of her hole up to the little button on the end-her clitoris. She moaned and groaned with feverish passion as his tongue trailed through her hot slit.
“More,” she cried. “More, Mr. Hal!”
Hal Green was doing his best. His tongue corkscrewed inside her hot little hole, reaming the girl out. His lips sucked and nipped at her distended clitoris… As Annie erupted into wild squirms of passion he sucked earnestly at her joyhole.
Hal’s cock was big in his pants. It ached and he knew what he had to have. As he sucked her little cunny, Hal dragged the girl off the chair until she was sprawled on her back on the green living room rug. Her dress was bunched under her arms so her tiny titties peeped out from under. Hal licked up from her squirming cunt over the hairless, pink sex lips and the soft, lower belly. His tongue trailed around her tiny belly button and then up where be could suck her pointed little nipples.
It was the first time Annie had felt passion in her immature breasts. She arched her back and shoved them up toward Hal’s exploring lips. She loved what was happening. It felt wonderful.
“Suck them,” she gasped. “Please, Mr. Hal, suck them harder.”
Hal’s hands had undone the front of his pants and released the long, hard length of his cock. Then he was moving up between her spread legs until his mouth, still tasting of her twat juice, was covering hers and his tongue was in her tight, eager, sucking mouth.
Annie clung tightly to him. The little girl was frightened, but exultant. She knew she was going to get his big rod in her tight hole and she was glad. She wanted it to happen.
For a long moment, there was nothing.
Then, with the stealth of a burglar, Hal’s hands found Annie’s little cunt and spread the come-slick petals back.
It was like electricity struck Annie. Her legs opened and she gasped in reaction to the unexpected shock of having her cunt opened that way.
And then she felt it-Hal’s cock.
“No,” the little girl moaned. “Please, no, Mr. Hal. It’s too big. It’s way too big. It won’t go in me. Noooooo!”
But her protestations died off in a gurgle of pleasure…
Hal was too hot, he had waited too long. Nothing could stop him from dipping his wick in the little girl’s inkpot.
Relentlessly he pressed down. The big, round knob of his cock pressed into the little girl’s quivery crack and Annie cried, out with wonder. It was bigger and better and hotter than her baton. It spread her open so wide she thought she would tear open-but she didn’t.
Deeper and deeper the hot, throbbing, blunt torpedo of Hal Green’s cock burrowed into her ecstatic cunt. Deeper and deeper, until it seemed to strike bottom. And then a shock wave of pure pleasure raced through Annie as she felt her stretched cunt lips squeezing and pressing on Hal’s hot pecker.
The little girl was stuffed so full of cock she could hardly move. But she loved every bit of the sensation.
And then Hal started moving.
Annie screamed shrilly with delight. Her hips flailed as her cunt sucked at the slowly retreating length of Hal’s pecker.
“More,” she moaned. “Fuck me more, Mr. Hal. Please!”
Grinning, Hal lifted his hips and felt her soft cunny slid down his gooey wet pole. He loved the clasp of her softer thighs around his hips and then he was drilling back down into her cunt.
His cock nosed her swampy channel open and he plunged his cock into the little girl’s turgid slot as hard as he could.
And still Anne screamed for more. She begged for it. This was what she had been waiting for it seemed like forever. The swift, even pistoning of Hal’s cock in and out of her fevered cunt was tremendous. She was being stretched all to hell and gone inside. Every movement of his rigid pecker in her twat was like a hammer blow of pleasure.
“Faster, faster, FASTER!” she grated out through clenched teeth.
She wrapped her arms around Hal’s back. She tried to twine her legs over his hips so she could pull him down into her suctioning, sucking cunt. She wanted to devour him with sex.
Hal was faint from ecstasy. The woman child under his pounding hips was sucking him in and her cunt was doing things he’d never though possible to his ramming cock. He shoved into her tight hole and it was like he was skinning his rigid pecker.
And then, once inside, it was like toasting his cock in a warm, snugly oven.
Her cunt walls pressed around his rod, massaging it with firm, steady contractions that brought him back to a searing boil.
Her legs tightened their stranglehold around his hips and ass and Hal knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.
Looking down into her little girl face with its serene expression, Hal said.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you with juice!”
Annie smiled. “Fuck,” she said. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Her hips drove up and Hal felt his cock sink into her like a drop of hot chocolate into a marshmallow until only his balls pressing against her hot crotch kept him from going in further.
Then he seemed to explode and his life was shooting out of the end of his pecker in steady, even spurts.