The little girl put her hand to her mouth and sucked at her thumb, feeling Hal’s expert hand spreading her slot open. Her saliva drooled around her thumb wetting her face, but she didn’t mind. The feeling of being stretched down there was just wonderful. She wanted more and she raised her hips and shoved her crotch against Hal’s wonderful finger and she sucked her thumb.

“Can I take your panties off… and… make you feel better?” Hal asked, gasping desperately for air while he tried to show his beating heart and get his breathing back to normal.

Annie whimpered and nodded. Then she felt her panties being slipped down her slender legs. For a moment, the soggy crotch was held prisoner between her cunt lips. Then it came free and a rush of cold air filled the suddenly exposed void of sweaty, en flamed flesh.

“Ohhhhh,” Annie moaned. She opened her thighs wider, in a wordless invitation for something-anything. She didn’t know what was going to happen. But that didn’t matter. Surges of pleasure shot up and down her body and she was ready for anything.

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 rape. 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.