Foreword
"What a big hot tongue you have," Annie said and humped her whole luscious little teenage body up and down on the guy's tongue.
She whirled her cunt around in a circle and took the thing straight up her slit. It fit pretty tightly, all things considered.
She smiled and squirmed around harder on the hard, rolled-up log of his tongue and on his wet, sensual thick lips. He nibbled her clit with his big, yellow teeth. He nibbled her cunt like a beaver gnawing balsa wood.
"Ooooooh," she said, feeling slightly dizzy there for a moment.
Maybe she shouldn't come just yet, because if she did, he might get the idea she was more seasoned than she was supposed to be.
Trying to pass yourself off as a twelve year old when you had already passed eighteen was proving very difficult indeed.
But it was also proving fun.
Professor Witherspoon helped her down off his mouth. "You're adorable," he said, "and how would you like to play a new game? I call it 'Three Blind Mice.' Sound like fun?"
Annie scrunched up her nose and thought a moment.
"Well, it involves my bending over like this," the man said and lowered his head to the pillow. "Now you close your eyes and start groping for my ass hole with your tongue. I'll tell you if you're hot or cold."
And then, for no reason she could think, Annie nodded. She nodded so hard her pigtails fluttered.