Chapter 2
"Golly, Uncle Christopher, it sure is nice of you to give me a ride home from school," Tina said. Uncle Christopher was not really her uncle.
He was a friend of Daddy's. They worked together. Tina wasn't exactly sure why, but she knew Daddy wanted Christopher to be his friend very badly.
Tina correctly assumed that a lot rode on Uncle Christopher's friendship, as far as Daddy was concerned, so Tina went out of her way to be nice to the man.
And Uncle Christopher, in turn, had always done his best to be nice to Daddy and Uncle Christopher. Tina wasn't sure how she fit in.
She was very thankful when Uncle Christopher, it being his week off, arranged to ride Tina home from school in his luxury automobile.
This was a big favor to Tina, as her high school was three miles from home, an hour walk, and the school bus had stopped running because of budget cuts.
"It's nothing. I look forward to opportunities to be alone with you, Tina," Uncle Christopher said. Tina instinctively slid closer to him in the front seat.
"Gee, me too, Uncle Christopher. I just wish that we got to see each other more than a few minutes each day. By the time the conversation gets rolling we are home and you drop me off."
"Maybe you would like to some place. I could buy you a milkshake or something," Uncle Christopher said. Tina concurred that that was a swell idea.
Over milk shakes at the local malt shop Uncle Christopher began to look at the little girl in a way he had never looked at her before.
Tina could tell right away that the older man was flirting with her. She was surprised that he didn't get one milk shake with two straws.
"You know, I think you are a beautiful girl," Uncle Christopher said.
"I think you are very handsome also," Tina said, cocking her head a bit.
"Sometimes I wish you were older. I wish you were a woman."
"I keep forgetting that you are a bachelor, Uncle Christopher."
"It's true. I am a bachelor-a bachelor with needs."
"I wish I was older too. Of course, I'm not without talents."
"So your father tells me," Uncle Christopher said-referring innocently to Tina's piano lessons.
"HE TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT? About how I suh-" Tina stopped.
"This is interesting. Tell me more, Tina," Uncle Christopher said.
"I guess you know what I was going to say, huh?" Tina said.
Her face became very hot, and the little girl could tell that she was turning as red as a beet.
"You said that you went down on your father, didn't you?"
"Yes, but don't tell him I confessed. I should have known he wouldn't-"
Tina began to cry. Uncle Christopher pulled out his white, embroidered handkerchief from his breast pocket.
"There, there, there, there is nothing to cry about. I'm not going to tell. Not as long as I get mine."
"That gets me back to my original point-that I am not entirely without talents and all," Tina said.
Her crying had stopped. A brightness had returned to her face. Uncle Christopher knew the truth about her and her Daddy-and he understood.
Tina tried to ignore the fact that Uncle Christopher had threatened to blow the whistle on her if she didn't suck off his cock. She didn't like to think that she was about to give a blow job to a blackmailer-although she knew deep down inside that that was what it amounted to.
"Let's finish our milk shakes," Uncle Christopher said.
"Where do you want your cock sucked, Uncle Christopher?"
"I thought we might go out and do it in the car," he said.
"That would be fun. We can go to a parking lot and get in the back."
"Precisely what I had in mind, my dear," he said. They were sitting on opposite sides of the table. Tina rubbed her little shoes against his calves. The criminally young teenager intentionally dropped a fork she wasn't using and bent down under the table to pick it up. She had the naughtiest expression Uncle Christopher had ever seen as she dipped her head under the table and out of sight.
The little girl ran her fingertips up and down the insides of his thighs beneath the table. She came very close to touching the bulge at the crotch of her trousers when he stopped her.
"Not here."
"Why not?"
"Too risky."
"I like risk!"
'I'll bet you do."
"Out in the car?"
"Yes, Tina."
And so Tina climbed out from beneath the table and finished her milk shake noisily. She made loud slurpy sounds as she sucked bubbles from the bottom up through the straw.
"Let's go," Uncle Christopher said urgently. He removed his jacket and draped it across his lap. He was going to have to carry his jacket in front of him as they left the malt shop. The bulge in the crotch of his pants was quite visible.
'I'm right behind you," Tina said They went out to his car and parked in a nearby parking lot. They got out and got into the back. The man stretched himself out on the backseat. He was breathing very hard.
"Ummmmm, you are getting hard," Tina said. She knelt on the floor in front of the back seat. The luxury automobile had plenty of room in the back there for fucking and sucking. This was not the first time that Uncle Christopher had used the back seat of his car for just such a purpose.
The little girl ran her hand up and down the insides of his thighs once again-and this time she did not pull away before tickling his balls.
"We won't have to tell your father about this, will we?" Uncle Christopher said, sitting up for a moment and speaking to the little girl in a stern voice.
"Gee, I would think you would WANT him to know," Tina said, showing a keener awareness of human nature than Uncle Christopher had given her credit for.
"No, I don't want him to know, and we are not going to tell, are we?" Uncle Christopher said, raising a single eyebrow high up on his forehead.
"No, Uncle Christopher. Mum is the word," Tina said.
"Touch me more, Tina, you can't believe how good it feels."
"It's like the yellow pages," Tina said with a girlish giggle.
"How's that?" Uncle Christopher inquired in a whisper.
"I let my fingers do the walking," Tina said. She had ants in her pants.
"And your mouth, and your tongue," Uncle Christopher added.
"ESPECIALLY my tongue, Uncle Christopher," Tina said with twinkling eyes.
"Take down my pants and suck me. I need it so bad," he said.
"Do you want me to tongue and suck your balls too, Uncle Christopher?"
"No thank you, sweetheart. Let's get down to the nitty-gritty."
"Okie-dokie," the beautiful teenager exclaimed eagerly.
"This is so good. I can't believe this is happening," he said.
"Fairy tales can come true, Uncle Christopher. Lift your ass."
As the man hefted his buttocks from the back seat of his luxury automobile the little girl hitched down his pants and his underwear simultaneously.
His cock came flopping out of his pants and fell onto his soft, fleshy belly. The tip of the cock pointed at Uncle Christopher's handsome face.
The tip of his cock was bouncing up and down on his tummy urgently-and Tina discovered that she couldn't look at his bobbing cock without thinking how much it looked as if it were doing some sort of modern dance. His balls were obviously quite swollen and his scrotal sack appeared to be full.
She opened his shirt and rubbed his belly. She ran her tiny fingers through the hair on his chest, his belly, his abdomen, his loins!!!
"Ohhhh," Uncle Christopher moaned, closing his eyes.
"Feel good?" Tina said, making a purring sound inside her throat.
"The head of my cock is going to explode," Uncle Christopher said.
"I probably won't have to suck the big guy too long, huh?"
"It's liable to squirt the first time you touch it, Tina."
"Oh, I bet you can hold on longer than that," Tina said.
"I don't know. I'll try," Uncle Christopher exclaimed.
"I want you to wait until you are in my mouth," she said.
"You want me to come inside your mouth. Tina?" he inquired.
"Of course. That's my favorite part!" Tina proclaimed.
"You know come is almost one-hundred percent protein."
"You don't say. That's good news to me, Uncle Christopher."
"But not all woman enjoy it, swallowing it, I mean."
"How come?" Tina asked. "No pun intended," the girl added.
"I don't know. They don't like the taste. They find it degrading, they-"
"Those women are fools, Uncle Christopher," Tina said.
"I couldn't have put it better myself," the handsome man replied.
"I have to relax my jaw-because you are so THICK!"
"Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart," Uncle Christopher said.
She worked her jaw from side to side and pushed her gaping mouth over the head of his cock. She pushed her right fingertips in between his belly and his cock shaft.
She curled those fingers at the knuckles to form a cradle for the man's pecker. She lifted his cock head from his belly so that it would be easier for her to get that throbbing purple glans inside her mouth.
She pointed the tip of his cock straight up in the air, at twelve o'clock high. He had been right about his having a hair trigger when it came to coming.
The head of the man's cock was only in the little girl's oral cavity for a matter of seconds before Tina felt it spasming against her inner mouth.
He screamed with pleasure. He tensed and shivered with delight.
He filled her mouth with come. He didn't come in the quantity that Daddy had. She had to struggle but she managed to keep all of his come inside her mouth.
It didn't take her very long at all to figure out that his jism was a hell of a lot hotter than she thought it would be. It was so hot that she seriously wondered if the man were running a fever or something.
There was a frightening moment or two for the little girl when Tina feared that the mucous membranes on the inside of her mouth were being scalded by the molten lava from Uncle Christopher's erupting volcano.
The little girl found that she had to wait for a moment or two for the come to cool off a little bit before her taste buds could properly register what she knew was going to be the delicious flavor. The wait was more than worthwhile, as it turned out.
Tina was not disappointed by the flavor of Uncle Christopher's spunk. She found that Uncle Christopher's come was a lot tastier than Daddy's had been. She couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the men's diets.
Tina found that Uncle Christopher's come was salty and fishy and ever-so-refreshing. She thought that his come tasted like the froth of the sea.
Tina thought that Uncle Christopher's come tasted like life itself! She had to admit that she had never tasted caviar, but she would have bet a million dollars (if she had had a million dollars, of course) right then and there that Uncle Christopher's thick, creamy silver seed tasted a hell of a lot better than any overpriced fisheggs.
She found that she couldn't get enough of that funky stuff. She pumped his cock shaft with her tiny right hand. She bobbed his balls up and down with the fleshy part of her left fingertips-just as if she were trying to determine their weight.
They were heavy.
Very heavy.
The little girl was pleased to discover that she enjoyed the texture of the man's come every bit as much as she loved the flavor.
Tina discovered that Uncle Christopher's jism had the consistancy of raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her gullet toward the warm spot of contentment that was forming at the pit of her tummy.
Tina felt as if she were being fed a hot meal. She couldn't think of anything she would rather do than suck a man's cock and let him shoot his spunk in her mouth. She was really pleased to find out that a man's come was almost one-hundred percent protein. She could practically feel herself getting healthier as she swallowed that stuff down.
The little girl correctly assumed that the raw egg white texture of the come would have grossed her out royally in all but the most prurient context.
But that was a moot point at best, because no context could have been more prurient than the one Tina currently found herself encased in.
The little girl was getting quite a bellyful. The pumped the man's pecker hard and fast. She wanted to suck every last drop of come out of him.
Tina wanted Uncle Christopher's scrotum to be be all empty by the time she was through. She wanted his balls to be dried up like a pair of bones left to bleach white out in the hot summertime sunshine.
The little girl accomplished this goals. As it turned out, she had no trouble determining when Uncle Christopher's orgasm was through.
Not only did hot jism stop spurting from the tip of his prick, but all of Uncle Christopher's muscles relaxed simultaneously, as well.
The little girl could feel his cock shaft lose its urgent rigidity almost immediately. She feel his cock head losing some of its girth. Her fingers had an easier time making it all the way around his cock shaft as he softened.
He dwindled.
He deflated.
The little girl left her mouth on e head of Uncle Christopher's cock-just because it felt at home in there. The deflation of his glans allowed her jaw to relax a little bit. She continued to suck gently. She lightly flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the man's piss hole as she sucked. She could feel him jerking as some post-orgasmic tremors coursed his nervous-system.
She kept her hands on his cock and balls-but she loosened her grip considerably out of respect for his unadulterated sexual appeasement.
The man was relieved to find that lie could once again completely fill his lungs with air. This was quite a relief to him because he had hardly been able to breathe at all during the course of his fantastic manly orgasm.
His bloodstream's supply of fresh oxygen had been seriously depleted by the labored breathing of his passion and his system busily went about the task of replenishing the supply. Uncle Christopher continued to pant, but now his breaths were getting slower and further apart rather than faster and closer together as they had when his lust was mounting.
The steamy perspiration that shined his bare flesh cooled-not that his passion had been thoroughly satisfied by the teenager's sucking mouth.
Tina finally did pull her mouth off of the man's cock.
But she didn't remove it very far. She stopped pulling her head upward when her upper lip was still a fraction of an inch away from his puffy piss hole.
She crossed her eyes.
The little girl looked down past her nose and she could see that the tip of the man's cock and her upper lip were bridged by a string of come.
She lifted her head three inches more and the string broke.
Half of that bridge of gooey semen fell onto the little girl's upper tooth. The other half fell onto the sloping purple side of Uncle Christopher's softening and deflating cock head.
The little girl pumped the shaft of the man's cock three times.
The little girl instinctively knew that she should check and make sure that there was not any come trapped uncomfortably inside the man's semi-erect cock shaft.
Sure enough, three droplets of goo emerged from his urethra.
The droplets were murky yet waterier than his initial blasts of spunk. She knew that this was Uncle Christopher's post-orgasmic dogwater.
Naturally enough, the little girl did not allow those droplets of goo to remain at the tip of the man's pecker for very long. Not for very long at all.
The criminally young teenager looked as if she were doing a perfect imitation of a bullfrog capturing a horsefly out of midair as she flicked outward with her tongue.
The little girl licked those droplets of post-orgasmic dogwater from the tip of Uncle Christopher's cock with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip.
Then the little girl could see that the entire head of the man's cock was covered with a thin film of come. She used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean.
She didn't stop licking until his prick was as clean as a whistle and the only thing making his glans wet and shiny was the sweet spittle from her steamy mouth.
Tina then released her grip on the man's cock and balls simultaneously. His cock slumped and then slouched onto the inside of his left thigh.
The man moaned as lie felt the ecstasy of his manly come being replaced by the absolute warmth and contentment of his post-orgasmic afterglow.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Super," he said.
"What now?" she asked.
"Now I take you home."
" There's no more fun."
"Not today."
"Tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"What will we do tomorrow?"
"You can suck me off again, Tina."
"Oh ... okay, Uncle Christopher."
"That'll be all for today class. Your homework assignment is on the board," the handsome geology teacher said. "Class is dismissed, that is, except for you Tina. I would like to speak to you after class."
His name was Mr. MacIntyre, and Tina thought he was the best looking teacher at the whole high school. He was big and muscular and attractive enough to be a movie star in Hollywood or a male model or something.
And he was single. Tina knew that meant he was in need.
Her heart jumped as he asked her to stay after class. This happened for several reasons, actually. For one thing she knew that she was going to be alone with the handsome schoolteacher for the very first time in her life.
But, for another thing, she felt frightened. She was doing very poorly in Geology, and she had a feeling that this was the cause of Mr. MacIntyre's request for detension.
The little girl knew that, to be truthful, she was failing his class. She simply didn't find it very interesting-learning about rocks and stuff.
The classroom emptied. Soon it was only the little girl and the handsome man in the room. Tina felt fidgety in her chair. She shifted her weight nervously from one ass cheek to the other and then back again.
"Tina, do you know why I asked you to stay after class?"
"It has to do with my grades, huh, Mr. MacIntyre?" she said.
"That's right, Tina. You have been doing very, very poorly."
"I thought I did a little better on that last test," she said.
"You scored a thirty-nine, Tina. That was the worst in the class."
"Oh," the little girl said, lowering her eyes to her desk.
"Now I don't want to fail you and make you repeat," he said.
"Of course not, Mr. MacIntyre," Tina said, raising her eyes to meet his.
" That is why I am going to give you a chance to lift your grade."
"Does it involve Geology?" Tina asked, moistening her lips with her tongue. She could tell by the expression on Mr. MacIntyre's face that he thought she was just as attractive as she thought he was.
'Yes it does, you naughty girl," Mr. MacIntyre said with a sly smile.
He could tell that she was flirting with him. She could tell he liked it.
"Tell me about it," she said, placing her chin on her palm, propped up on her desk by her pointy elbow.
Her lips parted. They looked extremely kissable at that moment.
"I want you to assist me this weekend-on a dig," the man said.
"You mean on Saturday. You want me to play in the dirt with you?"
"That's right. Up in the hills in the afternoon," he said.
"What is the purpose of this dig, Mr. MacIntyre?" she asked.
"We are looking for granite samples for Monday's class."
"I see. It doesn't sound like very much fun," she said.
"Well, if you want to get an A in this class, you'll make it fun."
The man winked at her, and she could feel her heart leap into her throat. She knew that he was thinking the same thing she was thinking. She wanted to go down on him and suck his cock right then and there-but she could tell that he thought this was too risky. She wondered if she would be able to wait until Saturday. The thought of sucking Mr. MacIntyre's cock thrilled Tina a geat deal.
"I'll be glad to go on your little dig with you," she said.
"I thought you would see it my way," he said with twinkling eyes.
"My mouth waters thinking about granite between my fingers."
"Yes, aheam," Mr. MacIntyre said, blushing a little bit.
"Why, Mr. MacIntyre! You are turning red,"
Tina said.
"I don't make a habit of being alone with my female students."
"Why did you make an exception with me?" Tina asked, cocking her head.
"Because you are special-very special," was his sole reply.
"Gee, I am so excited I think I'll die," Tina confessed.
"By the way, if everything works out the way I think it will, you won't even have to take the final in this class. You will be getting an A."
"Thank you!"
"And, naturally, you won't mention this little arrangement to anyone, will you, Tina?" Mr. MacIntyre said, furrowing his usually smooth brow. He wasn't very old. Tina figured that Mr. MacIntyre was in his twenties somewhere.
"Of course not," she said.
"You may go now."
"If I can," she said.
"What do you mean?" Mr. MacIntyre inquired.
"I wonder if I can walk," she said. "I told you Geology could be interesting."
"It's so interesting that my panties are getting soaked!"
"You really HAD better go-before it's too late."
"What's the matter, Mr. MacIntyre, am I getting to ya? Maybe we shouldn't wait until Saturday. Maybe we should-"
"OUT!"
"Yes, Mr. MacIntyre."
"Good girl."
Saturday finally arrived.
Mr. MacIntyre picked up Tina behind the school at the appointed time and together they drove off into the hills. Tina figured that there wasn't even going to be any digging for granite-unless she were the one doing it inside the man's pants. The man had not brought along any tools. But he did bring along a blanket and a six-pack of beer. It was a beautiful day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sky was as blue as a pigeon's egg. The air was warm and the humidity was low. They drove down a country road and then turned off onto a dirt road that led into the foliage.
The little girl could feel herself getting extremely horny. Her pussy was getting swollen. Her cunt was getting wet. Her nipples were erect-as was her clitoris.
The little girl could feel her pussy juice pooling at the mouth of her virginal fuck hole as she sat beside him in his beat up old car. It was a far cry from the car Uncle Christopher drove.
The little girl could feel her natural lubrication gathering at the very base of her poontang slash, in between her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before her cunt's nectar came spilling right out of her pussy and onto her panties.
She hated when her panties got wet.
The little girl always felt as if her poontang were suffocating when her panties crawled up into her cunt, that way, and she always got a maddening urge to get completely naked.
The criminally young teenager wondered if Mr. MacIntyre just wanted to receive pleasure, as Daddy and Uncle Christopher had-or if he were willing to give pleasure too.
The little girl imagined for a brief moment that the man had that handsome face of his down between her legs and he was lapping happily at her soupy cunt. The mere thought of this made the little girl's cunt throb very sharply-so much that she forced this fantasy into the back of her head, as far from her stream-of-consciousness as she could get it, and tried as hard as she could to think about other things.
The man drove the car deep into the woods and finally stopped.
The little girl was glad that she had worn her sexiest clot lies and her sexiest pair of panties for the "dig." She was wearing a white tee-shirt with no bra underneath. The dark outline of her nipples was clearly visible through the white cotton. Her erect nipples were making pebble-like bumps in the already strained material of her shirt. She filled that shirt out particularly nicely, Mr. MacIntyre thought. The little girl was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, that had been cut so high, or short, that the bottoms of her buttocks were visible. The little girl's short shorts were so tight that the cleavage between her ass cheeks was visible-as was the cleavage between her cunt lips. She feared that it wouldn't be long before the juice from her pussy soaked right through that faded denim material.
On her feet she wore sneakers.
She wore no socks.
Mr. MacIntyre loved the way her bare ankles looked.
"We're here," Mr. MacIntyre said.
"Yippee!" the girl exclaimed.
"There's a clearing just on the other side of those trees. I think you will like the spot I have picked out for us," Mr. MacIntyre said.
"I'll bet I will."
"There is a bubbling brook nearby and a small grassy plain where we can stretch out the blanket. I think the spot will make us feel closer to nature.
"The only thing that makes me feel closer to nature is getting completely naked," Tina said.
"That's a good idea too," Mr. MacIntyre concurred.
Together they moved into the clearing and it was every bit as beautiful as Mr. MacIntyre had said it would be. The sun shone through the trees onto the grassy clearing.
The blanket was spread.
They began to undress, keeping their eyes on one another the whole time. When Mr. MacIntyre pulled down his underwear and his cock came popping out, the little girl thought her eyes were going to bug right out of her head.
Her eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils. She puckered her lips and sucked in cool air slowly.
As the criminally young teenager sucked air in through her mouth in this fashion she created a low whistling sound of unadulterated appreciation.
"My God," she said.
"What's the matter?"
"You are huge."
"I guess so."
"Humongous!"
"You act frightened."
"I am ... a little."
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you with my big cock."
She wanted to tell the man that his cock was even bigger than her father's-but she had made that mistake once with her older Uncle Christopher and she wasn't going to make it again. She was going to keep her mouth shut concerning her incestuous history.
She could see that the man's cock was easily ten inches long-but the truth of the matter was that it wasn't the length that impressed the little girl most of all.
It was the thickness of the handsome schoolteacher's tool of masculinity that really sent her mind to reeling. She felt a little dizzy. She concentrated on taking deep breaths so that her head would clear.
She could see that the man's cock was easily as thick as her wrist-maybe even as thickets both of her slender wrists pressed together.
The little girl could see that the man's cock was thickest at the head. She could see that the head of the man's dick was shaped like an acorn-the type from which mighty oak trees grow. She thought the head of the man's cock looked like a purple door-knob-or maybe a ripe plum. It was shaped like the cap of a mushroom. It looked like the head of his dick was going to explode at any second from the acute internal pressure he was experiencing down there. His glans had turned a deep purple color and was obviously fully engorged with the hot blood of his masculinity.
The skin covering the head of Mr. MacIntyre's prick was stretched thin and super-smooth by his swelling. She couldn't remember ever seeing anything smoother.
That skin was-by far-smoother than any polished tabletop Tina had run her sensuous fingertips across. She couldn't help but wonder if that stretched thin skin was going to feel just as smooth as it looked on her sexually aroused taste buds. Her mouth was watering as it did whenever she looked at cock meat. Her salivary gland and the moisture secreting glands inside her cunt seemed to be intrinsically connected at that point. They were both associated with her libido exclusively by this time.
The little girl found herself looking at the little hole at the tip of the man's pecker at that moment-the hole through which both Mr. MacIntyre's silver seed and golden urine emerged.
She could see that there were swollen little lips on either side of the piss hole. She thought those lips made the hole look like a tiny toothless mouth.
Tina could see that the handsome schoolteacher's piss hole was opening and closing rhythmically because of the tiny spasms he was experiencing.
As the little hole opened and closed in that fashion she almost giggled. She thought the toothless mouth was attempting, in vain of course, to sing aloud with its desire.
The little girl could see that there was a ring of scar tissue around the top of the man's cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his humongous purple glans.
The criminally young teenager correctly assumed that this scar tissue came from the operation Mr. MacIntyre had had, no doubt when he was just a little baby, to remove his useless foreskin.
The little girl could see that the shaft of his cock was a little bit skinnier than the head but that the difference was not a great one.
She could see that the shaft of the handsome man's pecker was also a slightly lighter shade of purple than the head. Again the difference in hue was minor.
But Tina could tell that the shaft of the man's boner was every bit as hard as the head of his dick. It was as hard as the granite they were supposed to be digging for.
As the tip of the man's prick snapped upward toward his belly the little girl could see that the underside of his stem was lined with dilated blue veins.
Those veins were protruding from his otherwise smooth cock stalk in crisscrossed patterns that reminded the little girl of blue lines on an erotic road map.
Those veins made his cock look craggy and angry and gnarled.
She could see that his prick certainly looked a lot more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making-and there was something about that which appealed to her.
She could see that there was one vein running along his cock shaft that was a good deal longer and thicker than any of the others.
This was the main vein.
Tina decided right then and there-that she was going to allow that vein to determine her tongue tip's route from the base to the tip of his cock, when she finally got around to that part of her oral pleasuring.
The little girl could tell that there was no way she would be able to get her fingers all the way around the shaft of his prick. It was too thick.
At that moment the panting little girl lowered her eyes and looked at the sack that held the man's swollen balls. She could see that his balls, like his cock, were by far the largest she had ever seen-not that she considered herself an expert on the subject or anything. She hoped to be an expert in the subject someday, however.
She could tell there was no way she would be able to hold the man's entire scrotal sack in the palm of a single hand at once. It would make no difference how hard she stretched her palm, or how far she separated her delicate fingers.
His balls were the size of golf balls and they were shaped like chicken eggs. His scrotal sack looked ready to overflow. Judging just from the look of his scrotum, Tina figured the handsome man hadn't shot his wad in at least a month.
She stripped naked. The man knelt on the blanket with his back straight. The little girl got on her hands and knees in front of him. She kissed and licked at his inner thighs. She licked and sucked at his balls. She pinned his cock to his flat belly with her right fingertips.
She traced that main vein with her tongue tip and paused just below his cock head where she knew he was hypersensitive and supererogenous.
She licked his glans and then began to suck him. She forgot to tell Mr. MacIntyre that she wanted to swallow his come, and he presumed that she would not want to swallow it, like most women he had encountered in his bachelor career.
She had to open her mouth very far to suck him. She tried not to think about the ache in her jaw. He began to toss his head from side to side as if he were saying "no" over and over again-but, by this time, the little girl was smart enough and experienced enough to know that the man meant precisely the opposite with this wild tossing of his head. She had to suck him for a long time. She pumped his cock shaft with her right hand. She held as much of his balls as she could with her left hand, totally distending her dainty fingers. Then she felt him spasm. She was psyched to taste his come.
But the man pulled his cock head out of the little girl's sucking mouth at the last moment. He reached down and grabbed his own dick. He jerked himself off. He expected that the little girl would make an attempt to get out of the way of his spewing jism. Instead, on the contrary, the teenager sought to catch as much of the flying jism in her gaping mouth as she could. The result was that he spewed his sticky spunk right into Tina's precious kisser.