Chapter 3
"Oh no!" Tina exclaimed. "What's the matter?"
"I wanted you to come in my mouth said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"I'll live. It's just disappointing."
"Next time."
"I guess."
Then he looked at her and laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Your face."
"What about my face."
"It has come all over it."
It was true. The little girl had great loopy strands of jism on her forehead, on her eyebrows, on her eyelids, in her eyelashes, on her cheekbones, on her cheeks, on the tip of her nose, on her chin, and even on her lips!
"Whose fault is that?" she asked.
"I'll take full responsibility," he said.
"Let me get something to wipe myself clean," Tina said.
"No, no, no, don't do that," Mr. . MacIntyre exclaimed.
"You want it to dry on there and get all crusty?" she asked.
"Nope," he said, slowly shaking his head from side to side.
"Then what?" she asked, raising a single eyebrow into a high arch.
"I want to lick your sweet face clean. Tina," the man said.
"Oooooooh, aren't you the kinky one," she asked rhetorically.
"You bring out the kinkier side of me, Tina," he responded. "How do you know you like the taste of your own come?" she asked.
"I don't. I'm just working on a hunch," Mr. .
MacIntyre said.
"I'd love to have you lick me clean," Tina said sweetly.
"Anything I licked off your kisser would taste great!"
"Ummmmmmmmm, the come I did get in my mouth was yummy."
"Next time I promise I will let you swallow the whole thing."
"If there is a next time, Mr. MacIntyre." she said sternly.
"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, Tina," the man said.
The little girl crawled up to his side and offered her face to him. He held her by the sides of her head and began to lick her face. She thought this felt very good. He licked her face clean.
"You are right," he said.
"About what?"
"My come. It is yummy."
She giggled.
"I want to do more than just lick your face clean," he said.
"Oh? Tell me what you want to do to me," she said breathlessly. The little girl could feel her cunt juice streaming down the insides of her thighs like sweet nectar oozing from a slash in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach.
"I want to kiss and lick you all over."
"Yes?"
"I want to caress you inside and out."
"Yes!"
"I want to go down on you just as you have gone down on me and I want to make you SCREAM with pleasure."
"Ummmmm," she said.
"Like that idea?"
"Sounds swell, Mr. MacIntyre. Don't just say it, do it," she said.
"You are beautiful, did you know that?" Mr. MacIntyre asked.
"I was starting to get that impression. I'm only just learning about the power I have over men," she said.
He looked at the little girl and shook his head from side to side as if in disbelief. It would have been an understatement to call her diminutive. She was teeny-tiny. Teeny tiny Tina.
He could see that she stood barely five feet tall and he correctly assumed that she had never weighed over one-hundred pounds in her entire life. The truth of the matter was that the little girl's weight varied from ninety-five to ninety-seven pounds depending on what time of the month it was. Yet she was not skinny and there was nothing boyish about her figure.
Her hair was fiery red and fell long and thick over her shoulders and down her back when she was standing up. Her hair was always shiny. She brushed her hair two-hundred strokes with a stiff-bristled brush each and every night to make sure her hair stayed that way.
Tina had her hair parted in the middle. The girl's tresses fell particularly thickly down the center of her back-in between her rather sharp shoulder blades.
Tina's hair fell in downy bangs that came almost all the way-down to her eyebrows. She appeared to be peering out from under her bangs. The little girl had a fair complexion. Her complexion was of perfect peaches and cream. She had the sort of skin that burned easily in the golden rays of the hot summertime sunshine.
The little girl's complexion was so clear that it was obvious to anyone who looked at her that she was one of those lucky teenager who had never suffered a facial blemish.
The teenager had a sprinkling of freckles across her nose, which she hated but Mr. MacIntyre loved. He thought her freckles made her look even cuter than she would have without them.
Her freckles turned a funny shade of yellow, like butter in home-made buttermilk, whenever she blushed.
Her face was round. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were the same red color as the hair that grew from her pink scalp.
Her eyebrows were slender and femininely angular-in spite of the fact that she had never plucked them.
Her eyelashes were long in spite of the fact that they were not lengthened and thickened with mascara. Her eyelashes turned upward at their tips.
Tina's red eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked-or winked for that matter.
Tina's eyes were big and round and her irises were emerald green. Tina's eyes sparkled with merriment whenever she was happy, yet they became deep and somber whenever she was feeling blue.
Her irises actually changed color depending on the teenager's emotions. Her eyes changed hue just like the mood rings that were very popular a few years back.
Her eyes were the mirror to her emotions, and they inevitably betrayed the way she was feeling. This was true so much that she was a lousy liar. People could see right through her. She knew that she had no future in acting, in spite of her good looks.
Her nose was not very large. It was a mere button, that turned up a little at the tip. Her nostrils were on the pinched side but they had a tendency to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something. Tina was very excited at the prospect of having her cunt eaten by the handsome schoolteacher, and her nostrils flared accordingly.
Her nose had a way of moving up and down when she laughed, as if she were sniffing. When her button nose moved up and down in that fashion, Mr. MacIntyre couldn't help but think that she looked a lot like a bunny rabbit sniffing curiously at a patch of green clover before nibbling.
Her mouth was not very large either-but her lips were full and sensuous. She had a pouting mouth.
It had been said that Tina was walking through life looking as if she needed to be kissed very badly-and there was a lot of truth in that.
As has already been illustrated, there were men in the world who could not look at that precious red flower of a mouth without wanting to ram their cock right into that hole.
The little girl tended to hold her lips slightly parted and slightly puckered at all times. Her lips always felt puffy and tingly when she was horny, like they needed to touch and be touched.
The little girl had a habit of running the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. Folks could tell that it was a habit because the teenager did it at times when her lips were already wet. Her teeth were smallish. They were perfectly straight. Pearly white.
Her neck was long, like that of a swan and her ears were small like shells. The little girl's ears clung closely to the sides of her head.
In spite of the little girl's youth and diminutive stature, her breasts were already very large-and they were growing larger every day. Her tits were so big that they would have been considered humongous even if they had grown on a larger girl. They were firm, too.
Tina's tits were so firm that they didn't sag, not, even a fraction of an inch. They were pert and perky. They rested high on her chest, looking a little pointy at the tips because of her erect nipples.
The truth of the matter is that the little girl had never worn a bra in her entire life. She didn't need to. Nature had supplied all of the lifting and separating her breasts needed-and hopefully would need for many years to come.
The little girl's fantastic boobs were so firm that they didn't flatten at all at that passionate moment-in spite of the fact that she had roiled over onto her back on the blanket to look at the sky and the force of gravity was directly against her tits.
Her boobs were not only firm but they were perfectly shaped as well. Her tits were sloped at their tops and rounded at their bottoms. They were shaped so that her nipples pointed slightly upward whenever she was standing or sitting up straight. She never slouched.
She had perfect posture.
It had been said that Tina walked as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her head. She had a very sexy walk. She swung her hips from side to side like a pendulum.
She moved like Jello on springs. Men had been known to cross the street or change the direction they were headed all together, just to have the honor of walking behind the little girl.
Her waist was very slender.
A mere twenty-two inches.
Yet, her hips were broad and rounded, both at the sides and in the rear. As they say, Tina was broad where a broad was supposed to be broad.
Her ass cheeks were super-smooth, soft yet supple. Her ass cheeks were every bit as smooth as they had been on the day Tina was born.
Mr. MacIntyre couldn't help but notice that the little girl had remarkably little body hair. They say that a lack of body hair is a sign of a pure bloodline. If that is true then Tina surely had a pedigree.
Mr. MacIntyre knew from experience that most girls, even of Tina's tender age, had inverted triangles of pubic hair above their pussies. They had hair growing along the sides of their vulvas, and down in between their ass cheeks as well, especially around their assholes.
But Tina had little of this. She merely had twin curls of red short and curly pubic hair growing at the base of her practically bald mound, above and to either side of her clitoral foreskin.
She had no hair growing along the edges of her cunt and she was equally bald in between her ass cheeks. She didn't even have any hair around her asshole-a fact that the handsome schoolteacher had yet to discover.
Her legs were not long but they were femininely shapely finely-turned, as they say. Her thighs tapered perfectly from her broad hips to her smooth knees.
Her knees were unscarred.
Tiny thought it was pretty amazing that her knees were as smooth as they were, taking into consideration the amount of clumsy roller skating she had done as a child upon cracked sidewalks.
Her shins were smooth also.
Her calves were rounded without being overly muscular. Her ankles were trim and her feet were dainty. Her toes were pink and chubby and cute. All of her toes were very close to being the same length including her two big toes.
She had the perfect feet and ankles for high heels. She couldn't wait until she was old enough, and rich enough, to wear the clothes of a real lady. She dreamed about herself in spike high heels and super-tight dresses with daring necklines, slit up the side so that she flashes plenty of gam when she walked.
Tina liked to think that the sexy swing of her hips was a natural part of her gait, and that she was unaffected in any way-but this was not quite the truth. Tina had to admit-to herself, anyway-that her ass always swung from side to side a little more when she knew some handsome guy was admiring her delicious fanny.
The little girl had long fingernails. She had been very concerned with her manicure ever since she began to bleed and grow tits and feel horny.
She carefully filed her nails so that they were long and all precisely the same length. Her nails all had a common curve to their tips.
She kept her fingernails painted a deep red color-the color of blood as it oozed from a freshly opened wound. She correctly assumed that this nail polish color went very well with her complexion and her hair. Her toenails were tiny, round and cute. Naturally she always kept her toenails painted so that they matched her fingernails.
The handsome man sensed her need for pleasure. She looked up at him with the most desperately wanton expression he had ever seen. She stretched out on her back. At first she kept her knees and ankles relatively close together-but that didn't last long. The little girl's thighs got further apart until she had them opened to a perfect ninety-degree angle.
The man lowered his face toward her.
"No one has ever done this for me before," she said.
"So precious," he whispered.
The man lowered his face towards her as if he were moving in slow motion. They both parted their lips. They closed their eyes. Tina licked her sexy lips. They paused when their mouths were so close together that they could feel the beating of each other's hot, moist breath. The little girl could feel her pouting lips tingling like wildfire!
Then they pressed their lips together-and the teenager was thrilled to discover that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.
They writhed their lips together. They kissed gently at first-then so firmly that the little girl could feel her lips being pushed back against her teeth.
They kissed with only their lips at first. Then, just as if they had rehearsed this oral embrace a thousand times in the past, they both offered the tips of their tongues at the same time.
They touched the tips of their tongues together lightly. They flicked back and forth. Soon they were rolling their tongues together wildly.
They rolled their tongues together as if they were performing a wet, pink internal swordfight. Their tongues felt as if they were battling one another. They thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths. The little girl could feel her cunt juice dribbling out of the base of her pussy, rolling over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between her pussy's base and her throbbing asshole. She could tell that it wouldn't be long before the entire crack of her ass was lubricated with that juice. Soon, Tina knew, she would be making a wet spot on the blanket with the nectar that drooled from her seething poontang, her boiling honey pot!
They licked at each other's teeth. They licked at each other's gums. They licked at the insides of each other's cheeks. They sucked each other's tongues. They swapped spit happily.
The kiss lasted for a very long time and they were both breathless with passion by the time it was through. When they pulled their steamy mouths apart strings of spittle bridged them for a moment.
The little girl placed the soles and balls of her feet flat on the blanket, gripping at the blanket with her chubby pink toes, so she could raise her knees in the air. She kept her thighs far apart. The little girl began to rapidly open and close her knees as if she were trying to fan the already raging flame in her crotch.
The man moved his mouth to the side of the little girl's neck. He began to kiss and lick and nibble up and down the entire length of her jugular vein.
He used his sharp choppers to give her neck little love bites, but he did not allow his teeth to linger in one spot for long enough to leave any lasting marks. The man correctly assumed that giving the little girl a hicky-considering that he was a teacher and she was a high school student was prohibitively indiscreet.
He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue as far as he could. After concentrating on making his tongue as pointy as possible at the tip the man began to flick back and forth across the teenager's unpierced earlobe. He used the tip of his tongue to explore the outer shell of her ear. Then he pushed his tongue right up inside her ear-exploring her inner ear canal. This felt a lot better than the teenager thought it would; The little girl shivered as if she were trying to get out of her skin and she could feel the entire surface area of her body becoming covered with a thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh. Her nipples were very hard. She could feel the little red hairs at the nape of her neck, just below the base of her skull, standing on end. The man pulled his tongue out of her ear and repeated the oral pleasuring process with the other ear and the other side of her neck. Then he kissed the front of her throat. He kissed downward toward her tits. Her tits ached with desire. Her boobs felt swollen. Her nipples were throbbing intensely.
"It feels too good!" she said.
"Shhh," he said.
"I'm afraid of the pleasure."
"Easy does it."
"It burns, oh, it burns."
"Hush, sweetheart."
The man began to kiss the little girl's left breast. He kissed from the bottom of that mountain toward the top, spiralling upward toward the tip. The man arranged his kisses so that each smooching smack was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before it. It seemed to the little girl like the man took forever but he finally managed to get his mouth where she wanted it-on her nipple. He kissed the feminine erection at the tip of her breast and she groaned loudly. She found that it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her sexy lower torso still. Her ass was writhing on the blanket. As he touched her nipple with his mouth her femininely sloped loins bucked upward rather violently toward the cloudless sky.
He placed the tip of his tongue right on her nipple. He rolled his tongue lazily all over her pink nipple, moistening the entire thing with his saliva. Her nipples-like her tits-were extraordinarily large. Her nipples were the size of silver dollars, and the man loved the way the left nipple felt as it throbbed against his taste buds.
He could feel the nipple growing larger.
Harder.
"SUCK!" she said.
The man wrapped his lips around her nipple and did as she said. He didn't suck gently. Not by any means. He sucked as hard as he could. He sucked so hard that he drew the feminine erection up and away from the rest of her chest. The skin all around that rosebud was stretched taut. He sucked so hard that he made her entire breast look a good deal pointier than usual. He kept the tip of his tongue busy so that he was licking and sucking at her nipple simultaneously.
"BITE!" she screamed.
He bit.
He bit gently at first.
"HARDER!" she hollered.
He bit hard, all right. He bit so hard that the little girl could feel a sharp twinge of pain mixing with her pleasure. But she didn't mind the pain.
It was intrinsically sexual pain-and somehow her aroused nervous-system was translating that pain into pleasure before the message got to her brain.
The man began to growl like an animal. He tugged her nipple with his teeth and tossed his face from side to side a bit. The little girl felt a twinge of fear blending with all of her other feelings.
She feared that the man had lost control. She feared that he was going to rip her nipple right off the tip of her tit with those sharp white teeth of his.
But Tina had nothing to worry about-not really.
The man knew precisely what he was doing. He had not lost control at all. He released his teeth's grip on her nipple before any damage could be done.
Her breast made a funny sound as the nipple snapped back into place.
She was amazed at the sensations she had just felt. She found that-for a moment-she couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain. She correctly assumed at that moment that there was a thin line between agony and ecstasy.
Pleasure and pain. They were seemingly opposite sensations-yet they had become al but indistinguishable as the handsome schoolteacher bit her nipple.
The little girl had her eyes closed during al of this.
She opened her eyes after the man released his biting grip on her feminine erection. She looked at the nipple that had just come out of the man's mouth.
Tina was astounded by what she saw. Her nipple was huge!
Her feminine erection had grown-by far-larger than it had ever grown before. She could see that the nipple was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of her tit.
She thought that maybe the man had stretched her nipple forever-not that she thought that was that bad.
The man lowered his head and began to repeat the process with the other nipple. He once again went all the way from gentle licking and kissing to harsh sucking and biting.
By the time the man lifted his head once again both of the little girl's nipples were again the same size. She was panting wildly. Her clitoris was so swollen that it looked more like the head of a baby boy's cock than like the focal point of a little girl's womanly desire. Her clit felt as if it were going to come popping right out of her poontang slash.
The man placed one hand on either of the little girl's tits. He stretched his palms and opened his fingers as far apart as he could get them.
He had to stretch his hands in this manner if he wanted to hold all of the teenager's breast flesh at the same time.
He positioned his hands so that her supererect nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of his slightly-cupped palms.
He curled his fingers at the knuckles a little bit and pressed the blunt tips of his fingers right into her tits-puckering the flesh with the pressure he exerted.
The handsome man began to move both of the girl's tits in slow sensuous circles at the same time. He pushed her tits upward toward her neck. He pushed her tits downward toward the flat plain of her belly.
The handsome man pulled her tits apart so that the skin in the cleavage was stretched taut. Then he pushed her tits together firmly so that they were flattened on their insides.
Mr. MacIntyre pressed the little girl's tits together so snugly that the cleavage between them became extraordinarily long and deep.
The handsome man then released his palms from her boobs and got each of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed them rhythmically. He tugged her nipples with his fingers. He pinched them almost flat. Then he lowered his face to her belly. He sucked at her belly flesh. He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue.
Mr. MacIntyre used the pointy tip of his pink tongue to trace a wet and crooked circle around the teenager's concave and dimpled bellybutton. Then he dipped the tip of his tongue right into Tina's navel-and she was thrilled to discover that this too felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to. She could tell that the man was going to have no trouble making her come. She knew that it wouldn't be long before one of life's biggest mysteries would be solved for her. She was going to find out what it felt like to come. She was finally going to discover what all of the fuss was about.
He kissed fer abdomen.
Her soft underbelly.
Her loins.
He tugged her pubies with his teeth.
The handsome man could smell the scent of her womanhood wafting up from between her legs. He could feel his nostrils flaring wildly so that he looked as if he were doing an impression of a two-car garage-as he sucked her aroma into his sinuses.
He loved that smell.
He was intoxicated by it.
He was drunk with passion.
Part of him wanted to start lapping happily at her cunt right then and there-but he held back. He had promised to kiss her and lick her all over-and that was precisely what lie intended to do. He moved from her side and crawled on his hands and knees down toward her feet. He lifted one of her dainty feet in his hands and held it to his face. He kissed her foot. He began to suck her toes. The little girl thought this felt very good-but, frankly, she was surprised that it didn't tickle. She had always thought of her feet as being acutely ticklish.
He sucked her toes one at a time at first and then in groups of twos and threes. He pulled her chubby toes apart with his fingers so he could flick the tip of his tongue back and forth in between them.
The little girl realized at this moment that it was impossible for her nervous-system to be sexually aroused and ticklish at the same time.
I le kissed her ankles. Her shins.
Her calves.
The man lifted her shapely little legs one at a time and flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across the backs of her knees, where the skin was soft, smooth, supererogenous, and hypersensitive. The natural lubrication was dribbling out of the base of the little girl's pussy in a steady flow by this time and the wet spot beneath her ass Tina was making on the blanket was getting a little bit bigger with each passing second. The handsome schoolteacher could see that juice flowing and he thought it looked as if there were so many melted pearls dripping from her poontang.
He began to kiss and lick at the insides of her thighs. He stretched himself out on his belly on the blanket-though his feet were in the grass.
He kissed and licked up and down the insides of her thighs all the way from her bent knees to the edges of her cunt. He allowed his mouth to get as close as possible to her outer cunt lips without making direct contact with them.
Then the man placed his large hands on the backs of her thighs. He pushed upward-forcing her feet up into the air. By pushing upward in this manner the man forced the little girl to roll backward, to shift the weight of her lower torso from her ass cheeks to the small of her back.
She drew her knees down to her chest. She kept her thighs separated.
She rolled her creamy buttocks up off the blanket and right into the handsome schoolteacher's eager face. He lowered his head until his chin touched the blanket. As it so happened, his chin was pressing the blanket right in the very center of the big wet spot the girl had made with her drooling cunt.
"What are you going to do, Mr. MacIntyre?"
"I'm going to kiss your ass."
"And then what?"
"Then I'm gonna kiss your asshole."
"Ooooh, and then what?"
"Then I'm well, let's let that be a surprise."
"You tease!"
"Shhh!"
The man told her that it might be a good idea for the girl to reach up and clutch herself at the ankles to help hold herself in this curled position. She did as she was told without offering a peep of protest. She gripped her own ankles all right. She gripped them so tightly, as a matter-of-fact, that each and every one of her knuckles turned white.
The man kissed and licked up and down the backs of her thighs.
He kissed the cheeks of her ass. He then bit into the flesh of her fanny hard. She squealed with the delightful combination of pleasure and pain she felt.
He bit so hard that she feared for a moment he had broken the skin with his sharp choppers, but this did not turn out to be the case. He did, however, leave semi-circles of red teeth marks in her milky white ass flesh. He pulled his face away from her ass and placed one hand on either of her buns. He rubbed her ass cheeks gently with his fingertips at first.
Then he massaged her ass flesh with strong fingers-kneading her fanny cheeks as if he were a baker preparing unrisen dough for a stint in the oven. Then he pushed his fingers inward toward the crack of her ass while pushing his elbows outward until they were pointed in opposite directions.
He pushed his fingertips right into the crack of her ass, deeper and deeper into the cleavage between her buns. He didn't stop pushing his fingertips inward toward one another until the tips of his middle fingers were only a millimeter or two away from her asshole on either side.
He curled his fingers at the knuckles and pressed his fingertips right into her ass flesh, puckering that flesh deeply. He began to pull her ass cheeks apart.
He did this slowly.
Patiently.
Ceremoniously.
The man pulled her ass cheeks apart as if he were separating the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit. He didn't stop pulling her buttocks open until they were as far apart as they could possibly go.
The little girl could feel a cool breeze on her bung. The man tugged her buns open until the skin in the crack of her ass was stretched taut. Even some of the puckers in her rectum were smoothed out a bit by the pressure he was exerting. He then lowered his head once again and stuck out his tongue as far as he could get it. He placed the pointy tip of his tongue at the very top of the crack of her ass. There was a Y-shaped cleft there, near the small of her back, near where she rested upon the blanket, directly in between the twin dimples that indicated the location of her kidneys.
He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth.
He lifted his strong chin away from the blanket and drew his tongue upward slowly-a fraction of an inch at a time. He drew his tongue steadily deeper into the cleavage. He licked steadily closer to her asshole.
Her bung throbbed.
Her nether eye winked.
She could feel her asshole tingling with desire. That desire was spreading inward from the mouth of her rectum. Soon her anal craving filled her tight tubular sphincter muscle.
Then her colon.
Then the pit of her bowels.
It seemed to Tina as if the man took an eternity and a half to get there, but he finally touched her completely bald asshole with the tip of his tongue. He thought it was marvelous that she didn't have any hair around her bung. One thing was for sure, he thought to himself. Tina never had to worry about dingleberries.
The man flicked the tip of his tongue lightly and quickly all around the outer edges of her anus.
"MY ASS!" she screamed.
The man began to lick across her pooper with the flat part of his tongue. He licked eagerly and enthusiastically.
"MY ASSHOLE!"
The handsome schoolteacher didn't stop lapping at her bung, which was also flavored by her dripping cunt juice, until all of the delicious anal taste had been laved away.
"MY ASSHOLE IS SO HOT!"
Then came the part that the man had been saving as a surprise. He placed the tip of his tongue right on the center of her pink asterisk of an asshole.
"SO FUCKING HOT!"
He stiffened his tongue and began to push forward with his face and head. He even pushed forward with his shoulders. She could feel the pressure on her asshole increasing rapidly. It was at this point that the little girl figured out what the handsome schoolteacher was attempting to do.
"YES!" she screamed.
She could tell that the man was going to stick his tongue right up inside her asshole. She could tell he was going to probe her as deeply as he could with his tongue.
"STICK IT IN! STICK IT IN ME! STICK YOUR TONGUE UP MY ASSHOLI-OWWWWWW! YES! SO GOOD! DEEPER! HARDER! MR. MACINTYRE! MR. MACINTYRE! STICK YOUR TONGUE AS DEf'P IN MY ASSHOLE AS YOU CAN! OOOOOH! SO GOOD! HARDER! Yl-S! OHHHH!"
The little girl could feel the tip of his tongue pushing right up past her tight tubular sphincter muscle.
The teenager could feel the schoolteacher's tongue pushing right up into the softer flesh of her colon.
But it was not enough.
Not enough to appease her.
It didn't take the girl very long at all to figure out that the man's tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease her deep-anal urges.
She could tell that the satisfaction of her ass's yearnings was a task that only an erect prick could accomplish adequately. The little girl discovered something about herself at that moment. For the first time she realized that she was going to grow up to be the sort of woman who enjoyed being fucked in all three of her holes.
He wiggled his tongue inside her.
Sensuously.
Playfully.
Teasingly.
She loved it.
He worked his tongue in and out of her asshole-giving her a shallow fuck, tugging and pushing at the puckered mouth of that super-tight hole.
He sensed he was only teasing her so he pulled his tongue all the way out of her asshole slowly. He pullled the tip of his tongue out particularly slowly so that her anus would not be forced to slam shut on her uncomfortably.
"My cunt!" she called out.
"What about it?" he asked.
She could tell by the expression on his face that he knew the answer to the question before he asked it.
"It's boiling, Mr. MacIntyre."
"Poor baby."
"It aches so bad."
"Awwww."
"Please help me."
"But how?"
" Make me come."
"We'll see."
"OH! You!" she cried out in frustration. The man turned up one corner of his mouth slyly, creating a half-smile of inward amusement.
The told the little girl that it was okay for her to release her grip on her ankles at that moment if she wanted to. She did want to.
She lowered her feet back down to the blanket, placing her toes on either side of the man's broad shoulders.
She then stretched the muscles at the insides of her thighs as she attempted to open her legs as far as was humanly possible.
Her pussy lips opened along with her finely tapered thighs.
She tried, in vain, to open her thighs to a straight angle. She came very close to pointing her knees in opposite directions. She once again gripped tightly at the blanket's material with her curled under toes.
The man placed his fingers along the little girl's thoroughly engorged outer cunt lips. He puckered the flesh with his fingertips. He once again had his elbows pointed outward-just as he had when he similarly pulled open her ass. Now he was pulling open her cunt.
He did this gently.
Gingerly.
He didn't stop tugging her practically bald pink pussy open until it looked like a slab of raw meat.
He then parted his lips and stuck his tongue far out of his mouth.
The handsome schoolteacher placed., the tip of his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane between the base of her drooling soaking wet honey pot and her asshole.
Her thoroughly -rimmed asshole.
The man found that her pussy nectar was gathered thickly at the hypersensitive spot where he touched her with his tongue tip. He used his lips to suck that juice right up into his mouth.
The man could tell already that the little girl's unfucked cunt was going to taste every bit as good as it smelled. It was going to taste as if there were really honey dripping from her honey pot.
Her clitoris felt more than ever like it was going to come popping right out of its little nest at the top of her pink poontang slash.
Her little man in the boat was so sensitive at that moment that it was practically demanding attention. There was no way the little girl could keep still on the blanket.
She squirmed with lust.
Her breasts heaved as she panted.
She was slick with sweat.
She was moaning and groaning with each and every one of her rapid exhales. Her exclamations of pleasure were getting steadily louder and higher in pitch.
She felt as if she were going to burst into the very first orgasm of her life the very second he made direct contact with her love button.
The man began to flick the tip of his tongue up and down the outer lips of her cunt. He licked all the way from the base to the top of her cunt slash, and then back down again. He made his tongue come very close to her clit without making direct contact with it. This was the ultimate tease as far as the redheaded teenager was concerned.
He licked at the sides of her clit.
He licked just above her little man in the boat, at her clitoral foreskin. The virgin could feel his breath beating down upon the focal point of her womanly pleasure, and this caress-as subtle as it was-was almost enough to tip her over the edge into feminine bliss.
The man flicked his tongue up and down in between her inner and outer cunt lips-then he flicked lightly at the protruding and curled back outer edges of her inner labia.
The handsome schoolteacher pushed the tip of his tongue in between her inner cunt lips-not far from the top of her poontang slash.
The redheaded teenager could feel the tip of the man's tongue touching her piss hole-directly below and less than an inch away from her clit.
The little girl yearned for the man to lick upward with his tongue to the magic focal point of her desire-but Mr. MacIntyre had different ideas concerning this subject.
He licked downward instead. The handsome man hooked the tip of his tongue up under the base of her pubic bone. He tilted his head slightly to one side. He licked deeper and deeper into her cunt, exploring the many folds of pink tissue, at the mouth of her virginal fuck hole. She loved it.
For a moment or two the little girl couldn't figure out why the man had tilted his head to one side that way, at such an odd angle.
Then she figured it out.
The man wanted to avoid touching her clitoris with the tip of his nose. He was smart enough to know that even that might have started her orgasm.
He didn't want her to come.
Not yet.
He wasn't done yet.
The man intended to ram his tongue as deep up inside the little girl's cunt as it would go, but, as it turned out, he didn't get very far.
The man had penetrated the mouth of her fuck hole only about an inch or so when his tongue struck an obstacle-a wall that was blocking the pathway toward the mouth of her womb.
The handsome schoolteacher knew instantly what he was touching with the tip of his tongue. It was her cherry. It was her intact hymen.
Her precious maidenhead.
It was the thin wall of membrane that had been-for so very long-the sole guardian of her chastity. He pressed against that wall until the membrane was stretched taut.
"I'M SO CLOSE!" she screamed.
"Easy," he said.
He pulled his tongue out of her pussy only long enough to speak-then he rammed it right up inside her again. Her face was very red.
Her freckles looked yellow.
Her usually smooth forehead was deeply furrowed with the intensity of her pleasure. Her nose had pushed itself upward so that cute little crinkles had formed across its bridge.
Then the man pulled his tongue all the way out of her cunt. He could tell that it probably was not wise to tease her for much longer.
"SO FUCKING CLOSE!" she screamed.
The man could see that most of the muscles in her body were tensing up on her involuntarily. He feared she would hurt herself if he teased her any longer. He was afraid that she would pull a muscle or something.
He placed the tip of his right forefinger at the very top of her quivering quim-directly in between her twin red curls of pubic iiair.
He touched her clitoral foreskin.
He peeled that sheath upward slowly.
He rendered the bulb naked.
Her clit was vulnerable to his caress.
The man blew cool air through puckered lips onto her fiery bulb. She shivered violently and pleaded with him once again for the ultimate pleasure.
"MAKE ME COME! OOOOH! MAKE ME COME! PLEASE! PLEASE! PUH-LEASE MAKE ME CUH-CUH-CUH-COME!!!!" the little girl screamed at the top of her lungs.
The handsome schoolteacher was glad that he had taken the little girl out to the middle of nowhere to pleasure her. This way she could scream as loudly as she wanted to-and they wouldn't have to worry about anyone hearing her. They could hear the sound of her shrill cries echoing off the trees that surrounded them on all sides. The only other sounds were those of birds churping and that of the bubbling brook passing by.
The man flicked Iris tongue outward, and, for the first time, he touched her clitoris directly. He touched that magic spot as lightly as he could.
And as briefly.
The man pulled his tongue away from the fiery bulb almost the instant the contact was made. He sought, and he found, the most subtle clitoral caress.
He knew that he didn't have to touch that supererogenous spot very hard. After all, it was the most sensitive point on her entire body.
In spite of the fact that he touched her clit as lightly and briefly as possible, the little girl could feel a thunderbolt of pleasure shooting through her.
Tina could feel that rush of pleasure starting at her tailbone, then shooting up her spine toward the base of her skull. At the base of her skull the pleasure paused, stopped, and then retreated.
The physical enjoyment did not explode into her brain the way the absolute pleasure of an orgasm would have. All of her muscles were tensed.
She had all but stopped breathing.
She clutched her own tits.
Her nipples pulsated against her palms.
The man dabbed his tongue at her clit.
Being the cruel tease that he was, Mr. MacIntyre continued to pull his tongue away from the focal point of her desire before her orgasm could begin.
The little girl could feel her sense of time and space being altered considerably by the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that divinely sexy moment.
She pressed down hard against the blanket with the balls of her feet. She did the same thing with the back of her head. She arched her back sharply.
Her ass cheeks were tensed.
Her creamy white buttocks were pressed together as tightly as she could get them. She lifted her ass from the blanket as she thrust her femininely sloped loins skyward.
She arched herself so severely that she looked like a bow that was about to shoot an arrow. Her facial features were contorting so severely that she didn't even look like herself anymore.
Her sense of space was so warped that she was only vaguely aware of where she was. She was only vaguely aware of whom she was with.
Mr. MacIntyre was nothing but one big tongue to Tina at that moment. She-on the other hand-felt as if she had been transformed into a huge cunt.
Her sense of time was so elongated by her pleasure that each second seemed like a minute. Each minute seemed like a full-fledged hour.
She could tell that her orgasm was going to feel better than she had expected-and that was saying something, because she had expected her first climax to feel damn good.
Her cunt felt ready to gush.
Her clit was ready to pop.
Her inner cunt lips were opening and closing eagerly as if they were anxious to suck the man's entire fist right up in between them.
The man kept her on the edge of bliss. She could feel herself teetering at the edge of the cliff, yearning to fall endlessly into the bottomless abyss of her womanly ecstasy.
The man gave her what she wanted.
He placed the tip of his tongue on her clit and this time he kept it there. He kept Ids tongue tip still at first and merely alternated the pressure.
He touched her softly.
Then firmly.
Then softly again.
The man then began to roll her cut in a slow sensuous circle with the slightly stiffened and pointy tip of his pink tongue. She screamed.
He rolled her little man in the boat around in several circles-just as if he were rolling a ball bearing around in a sea of boiling oil.
He didn't have to do that for long.
She felt the explosions start.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!! she screamed.
The man began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her clit. He did this slowly and softly at first-but he steadily increased the tempo and the pressure of his tongue's movements as he went along.
He could feel a little squirt of liquid coming from her urethra. A less experienced lover might have thought she was pissing, having lost control of her bladder.
But the handsome schoolteacher knew that this was actually her feminine ejaculation and proof of her tremendous orgasm's authenticity.
The little girl could feel her orgasmic explosions starting at her clitoris, naturally enough, and then spreading outward from there.
The redhead could feel the pleasure spreading to fill her vulva-inside and out-and then her entire lower torso. She could tell that it was not going to stop spreading until she was enveloped by it.
She could tell that it was not going to stop spreading until each and every one of her nerve-endings were affected. She could feel the pleasure once again ripping up her spine.
But this time the pleasure did not stop at the base of her skull. It did not even pause there. It exploded directly into her brain.
She tossed her contorting face wildly from side to side. The little girl's tongue flopped in and out of her mouth. She was going berserk.
The redheaded teenager looked as if she were having some sort of seizure as she flopped her tongue in and out of her mouth in that fashion.
The handsome schoolteacher would not have been surprised if foam had come pouring out of the little girl's mouth at that moment-or out of her convulsing pussy, for that matter.
The little girl felt lighter than air, as light as a feather. She felt like an astronaut in outer space. She felt a s if she were levitating.
She could feel herself spiralling upward off the blanket up into the air. The little girl thought she could feel the earth spinning on its axis.
The bizarre thing was that Tina thought she was spinning in the opposite direction. She felt as if she were astral-projecting, like the Hindus do after long stints of peaceful meditation.
The redhead thought that her spiritual self and her physical self were parting. She thought her spirit was drifting up into the air, while her body-which felt more than ever like one gigantic cunt-remained on the blanket.
"IT FEELS SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD THAT IT HURTS!" she hollered. She could see bright splashes of color on the insides of her eyelids. Her eyes were closed more tightly than ever. Her eyelids were wrinkled.
The little girl could feel the man's tongue movements increasing their pressure and speed. Soon, the man was lapping at her clit as hard and fast as he could.
The little girl's sense of time was so shattered-so elongated-by this time, that she seriously thought her climax might go on forever.
The girl could feel her pleasure continuing to mount until she thought she might pass out. Tina actually felt as if she were going to pass out because of too much pleasure-in spite of the fact that the teenager had previously doubted that there was any such thing as too much pleasure.
The man waited until it seemed as if her spasms were about to stop. Then he did something that the little girl would not have anticipated-not in a million years.
The handsome schoolteacher wrapped his sensuously thick lips around her cut and., its surrounding pink tissues. He began to suck. He sucked rather hard.
The little girl could feel her little man in the boat being tugged at its roots. She could feel her spasms returning to maximum strength.
The man, of course, kept the tip of his tongue busy at all times. He sucked and licked at her fiery pink bulb simultaneously. He didn't stop sucking and licking until her come was through.
She collapsed back down onto the blanket, her back straightening and her tensed ass cheeks lowering, with the final convulsion of her climax.
She could feel the ecstasy of her very first clitoral release being replaced by the warmth and contentment of her post-climactic afterglow.
The little girl caught her breath. She released her grip on her tits. The man pulled his lips and tongue away from her love button immediately.
The man was an experienced lover-and he knew that the focal point of her womanly desires was too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments following that desire's appeasement.
He rested his chin on her practically bald mound. He could see that the little girl had cried a single tear. It clung to her cheek just to prove it was brave.
She opened her eyes and looked at him sleepily. Her lids were heavy, her eyes slightly swollen. Her lips were especially puffy and she licked them lightly with the tip of her tongue regularly.
"Like that?" the handsome schoolteacher inquired curiously.
"It was even better than I thought it would be, Mr. MacIntyre."
"Do you think we might get together and do this again sometime."
"But I already have an A in Geology, don't I?" she asked.
"I was hoping we could do it, you know, just for the fun of it."
"Gee, that's sweet of you, Mr. MacIntyre, but we'll have to see."
"Now I'm the one with my face all wet and sticky," he said. You licked me clean. I should return the favor," she said.
"I think that is a great idea," the man said with a grin.
"Come here and give me a hug. Get your face close to mine."
The man did as she said. She wrapped her arms around him and lapped tenderly at his handsome face with her little pink tongue. He licked his face clean.
The little girl was .pleasantly surprised by the flavor of her own cunt juice. She was sad when the man's face was clean, because the taste of her cunt was gone.
Then they necked wildly. When there was a pause in their hot kissing Mr. MacIntyre remembered the six pack of beer he had brought along.
"Would you like a beer?" he asked.
"Gee, I never had one before."
"You've never had beer?"
"I've tasted it-but I've never had a whole bottle to myself before."
"Would you like one?"
"Yes, please," she said.
And so they drank the beer and-as Mr. MacIntyre expected, it didn't take very much of the lager to get the little girl tipsy. She began to giggle and make stupid jokes.
The handsome schoolteacher suggested that they go skinny-dipping in the babbling brook. Tina thought that this was a splendid idea.
Her ass wiggled from side to side as she ran down the little grassy slope toward the crystal clear water. Her tits bobbed up and down.
The schoolteacher could feel his balls start to ache once again as he watched the little girl's ass, her tits, and that precious angel face of hers.
"Ooooooh, it's COLD!" she said.
"That's good," he said.
"It is?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied.
"Why?" she inquired.
"It'll refresh you."
"I guess. Brrrr."
They both got in the water. Mr. MacIntyre, once he got in the water, also felt it was too cold, but he didn't say anything about it. He wanted to seem tough.
Tougher than he actually was. They splashed each other and giggled like children. Tina began to feel as if they were Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Then the little girl noticed that the blood was pumping back into the man's cock. The hot blood of his masculine horniness was moving downward in his body very quickly-and each and every drop of that blood was headed for his dick.
His cock head grew larger.
His cock shaft thickened.
The little girl could see his cock getting a little bit longer, a little bit thicker and a little bit harder with each beat of his heart.
The man's balls felt swollen.
The tip of his cock began to raise in the air. The little girl could see that the tip of his porker was defying gravity once again.
"Let's get out of the water," she suggested.
"Too cold for you?" he asked.
"Uh uh. You're too hot," she said.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"It means I want to suck you off again," she said.
"Your timing is perfect," he said. "Guys have a way of wearing their lust on their sleeves," she said. And they both laughed.