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!

CHAPTER 3

‘After Hal… well… did that dirty thing to me, I had to go back, don’t ya see? I couldn‘t let him think that it was all his fault. He needed me to tell him I was okay-that he didn’t really hurt me with his big, ugly finger.