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!”