Chapter 3
There was something more than sexual pleasure in the joining of the mature woman's wetly hungering cunt and the young boy's manly prick. She was so ready, with every nerve in her cuntal spread so raw with desire, that she began to orgasm as soon as the head of the penis slipped into her vulva, into the aperture of her vagina.
"Oh, God, Timmie," she whispered, screwing her body up to meet his instinctive downthrust, "that feels so big! So wonderful! Ohhhhhh!" And she was conscious of the silent working of her vaginal muscles, "Do you want to make Aunt Lola cum? OHHHHHH! IT'S CUMMING!" she cried. "STICK IT IN ME, BABY! DEEP! DEEP! OHHHHHH! HOW SWEET!"
It was fantastic, the way she had shot her wad so instantaneously. And yet it was understandable.
This was what her body had been made for. To fuck and to be fucked. Those delicate but durable membranes that lined the valley between her thick, hairy outer lips, those sweetly closed bubbles of slickness that covered her cuntal entry and its muscles, they were given to her, by God, to give pleasure and to receive pleasure. And she held the boy's warm, strong body gladly and gratefully. He must stick this wonderful organ into that hot little Bond kid, into any other of his female playmates who, in their dumb need, wanted it so badly. As she had. Thirty-two years ago. When she was nine.
Tom Storick came to their home in San Diego as a wartime visitor. And, to the nine-year-old girl's surprise, since she thought of her mother as a stern and forbidding tyrant, he was made welcome.
Perhaps it was the flood of patriotism that touched everyone. Her dad and her mother both worked in plants that built planes for the Navy. Uncle Tom, turned by all the services because of an old spot of scar tissue on his lung, had come to the area to work in a war plant, too. To help his country, he had said simply. And mom had hugged him, saying: "You're always welcome here, Tommy."
She had pulled Lola forward, then, saying: "And this is little Lola," and the child, ready to love anyone who was friendly, took one look at her Uncle Tom, and fell in love with him. Not as a little girl, but hotly, passionately, not at all sure of what she wanted from her uncle, but feeling sure she would get it.
He was so tall that, when he went down on one knee to take her in his arms, he was still taller than she was, but her belly seemed to press on his chest, and she felt a wave of warmth spread through her young body. She knew very well all the differences between male and female, even knew the enormous and threatening size of a grown man's penis, having seen several by accident. And she knew that her right leg was pressed against where Uncle Tom's cock ought to be, as she let him hug her to him.
"Little Lola," he said. "Not so little, if you ask me. How old are you, Lola? Eleven? Twelve?"
Of course, mama had returned to her usual form, and said with a sniff: "Just a little over nine, really," but Uncle Tom had hugged her again, and she was very proud of her tiny but well shaped titties, which felt a tingling glow as he hugged her.
He had the room downstairs, at the back. Their home had been built on a hill, like so many in their part of the world. It was one story at the front, two at the back, with no stair from the upper floor to the one big room dug out of the hill.
And he was on the graveyard shift, midnight to eight, while her parents worked the swing shift, four to midnight. Thus, when Lola was off at school, her uncle was sleeping. And, not long after mom and dad had left for work, Uncle Tom was getting up.
It only took one day of this, plus the deep need ' the little girl had to be loved, to bring her down the little flight of steps and into Uncle Tom's room. Just to see if he had awakened up yet, surely an innocent idea.
It was nearly four. Her folks had left for work. She had come home from school. She just knew that Uncle Tom would be awake, would be glad to see her. But he wasn't. Wasn't awake, that is.
It was a warm day, and he had long ago kicked off the light blanket and sheet. He slept in pajamas, but he was on his back, and the child could see-how could she miss it?-that her uncle had an enormous erection. "Hard-on," Phyllis Armstrong called it. Said her brother called an erection by that hard, lovely name.
With her heart almost jumping out of her throat, and with a sudden sting of warmth in her immature vagina, Lola had crept in, barely able to breath, and moved silently to the big bed.
There was a magical aroma, once she got near enough. It smelled like her pussy after she rubbed it, only much stronger, much sweeter. And suddenly, while she watched, the straining pecker found its way somehow to the simple fly in the PJ bottoms, and shot up almost under the girl's startled, hot eyes. Beautiful! And simply enormous! And, as the big, dark red, shiny head began to appear as the pinkly wrinkled skin over it rolled back, Lola got a new whiff, an intoxicating whiff, of that frightenly sexy aroma.
She had come to wake her uncle up, not knowing why, and certainly knowing how and how much she loved him. But now, she was afraid. Afraid, and yet unable to retreat. That big cock held her, unable to move backward, only forward, toward that trembling, throbbing column of hard, hot meat.
She could not help herself, moved by an instinct too deeply buried for a nine-year-old to recognize. To be sure, she had seen one faded, dog-eared picture of a woman performing fellatio on a man, but the woman was no one she, Lola, could identify with.
And yet, going to the cock like a needle to the pole, she knelt on the bed watching it with fascinated eyes, unconsciously licking her lips, swallowing the drool which flooded her mouth. She was sitting on her bare heels, and she felt the tickle of clitoris itch between her shapely young thighs. Her breasts, such tender and tiny little things, suddenly seemed too large for her tight dress, giving her the most delicious pain.
On an impulse as old as the race, the young girl made a big, wetly red "O" of her mouth, and shudderingly bent over and went down on the big cock. The blood was pounding in her ears, she could not think, she was very close to fainting, and yet she made a perfect descent on that hard, smooth pole of warm and vibrant flesh.
She rested for a split second with the cushioned head far back in her throat, actually pushing past her tonsils. By rights, she knew, it should have made her throw up. But it felt lovely and marvelous, filling her throat, driving her crazy for the white juice she knew was buried in her uncle's balls.
She withdrew, raising her head but keeping her tongue busy as the big cock slid through her cheeks and lips, and now, one small hand went straight to the base of the enormous prick, holding it in the soft clutch of love.
She knew there were balls down there in that sweaty PJ bottom, and wonderingly flashed the thought in her mind that she might get one of them in her mouth, too. But the cock tasted so strong, so beautiful, so much better than a finger full of her own pussy juice, that she banged her eager face down again, rotating her head as the cockhead went tightly into her throat.
Above her, a delighted Uncle Tom wondered which was best-to let this precocious child suck him off, perhaps getting half strangled with his flood of jism, or to risk startling her by letting her know she had awakened him. But, while he wondered, she decided the issue for him.
She had been in an uncomfortable position. She was too near, and had to go straight down on the long, throbbing prick. Also, sitting on her heels was uncomfortable, and her chaste little cottom panties were binding her crotch.
With a few movements, never letting the wonderful peter slip out of her mouth, she got up on her knees, pushed the panties down, got first one knee and then the other out of them, and quietly removed them with her left hand. It was a study in innocent efficiency, and her adoring uncle marveled that such knowledge-or skill-could be in a mind so untrained. But now she was ready. And now she gave her uncle his opportunity.
With a low moan of heat and happiness, Lola moved her knees and body, her young rump coming back right before Tom's delighted eyes.
There was an irresistible heat and joy rising in the completely juvenile fuck-system of the young girl. She was sucking as carefully as any grown woman, with a native talent that almost sent her uncle shooting up the wall, and it was having its effect on her. There was a hard throb that struck her around her well formed young clitoris each time she went down on Uncle Tom's cock, and she was so filled with desire that a warm, light touch on her shapely little ass did not frighten her at all. If she recognized it for what it was, her uncle's hand, the better part of her mind told her that it was friendly, that it was not slapping her, or pushing her away, or in any way rejecting her.
What did strike her, and it struck her like the benign blow of a loving fist, was a shudder of orgasm in her cunt. Probably the first genuine orgasm she had ever known, no matter how many times she had eagerly finger-fucked herself.
So she moved her sweet little butt, shoving it back, searching for something to love, something that would love her. Without meaning to, she spread her thighs wider, and this opened up the slick and shiny pinkness of her inner lips.
To her uncle, this was so wildly delightful that he could no longer resist, and he stroked gently into the heart of the child's cunt, first licking his finger to be sure it was slick enough to go into her, into the hot little hole that seemed to be leaking its ooze in a very mature way.
He had not had his cock in warm and living meat for over a week, since he was rather slow to pick up on glances sent his way by willing girls. Although he was in his late twenties, he had seldom had many passing affairs. But he was wise in the ways of sex, all the same, and he recognized that this hot, wildly loving child might be his answer for a long time to come.
When he touched the indescribable softness and slickness of her opened cunt, as free of pubic hair as a baby's, and the girl groaned around the hard circumference of his cock, thrusting back at him, he shoved his finger in a little deeper, and moved it around.
Immediately, two things began to happen.
For one, the sight of her little hairless butt, with its thick, soft cunt lips protruding behind and between her buttocks, had added many degrees of heat to his cock, already being sucked. Indeed, the mere idea of such a young child in this scene was as aphrodisiac as anything he had ever dreamt.
And then, as he thrust his big finger into that tiny, reddened opening, and the girl's small but perfect body ground back at him, with immature cunt muscles closing and nibbling on his finger, it brought him to white heat.
And the second thing? Maybe it was the second and third things.
The girl began to cum, and she did not know how to restrain herself. She wanted to scream, but she felt the big cock swell, grow harder and thicker, and somehow she sensed that it was about to shoot its precious load. I have to make this good for Uncle Tommy, she thought desperately. Her very first real orgasm was blowing her tender cunt apart, was exploding deep in her guts, so that she felt as if she were slowly coming wide open, like a huge mouth roaring.
Somehow, her mouth and her cunt seemed to be one. She felt her vagina close and clasp as it were sucking and getting nourishment from whatever Uncle Tommy had stuck into her. And the thick, creamy load that was flooding her mouth, some shooting into her throat, to find its nutritive way into her stomach, ah, that was pure delight! In her throat, but also, seemingly, in her cunt as well. And she sucked up the divinely rich fuck juice, feeling drops ooze out of the comer of her mouth, no matter how fast she swallowed and sucked.
Until, at last, she could stand it no longer, and fell side way across her uncle's trim, muscular body, her softly divided little ass right in his grinning and appreciative face.
He held her for a moment, fearful lest this very heavy experience should have damaged the young girl, and felt a sob shake her small, beautiful body. After all, my God! Only nine!
He kissed her quickly, deeply, right in the crack of her virgin ass, and took a quick suck as he tasted the richly flavored juice that had poured forth in such wonderful generosity from this tiny girl. As she groaned and twisted, he sucked again, right over the softly fluttering cunt hole, and the child screamed as the nerve-rasped cunt walls came together under his powerful suction.
She was fighting weakly, and crying, and he quickly turned her in his powerful grasp, raining kisses on her small, lovely face.
"Don't cry, my darling," he whispered. "Don't you ever cry about such things! Not with me, anyhow! I love you, you know I love you!"
Under his kisses, the young girl went still and relaxed, then opened her eyes, a doubtful look on her face. "You sure you're not mad at me, Uncle Tom?" she asked. "That was a terrible sin I committed!"
Sin! There it was! The word that young Timmie had just used. Now thirty-two years later, feeling the hard, sweetly churning cock of the young boy buried deep in her oozing, softly gripping warmth, Lola Todd remembered, with a burst of sweetness that made her wrap her powerful thighs around Timmie's strong young body, her heels driving his cock deeper into her flowing, bursting pussy. Sin! A word she hated, a word that had made her hate her mother.
In that long ago time, as clear as the present, she saw and heard the beginning of a marvelous beauty that had entered her life.
"Sin?" her uncle said, holding her tight. It was like a question, but not one you had to answer. He was angry. "Sin? I knew my sister had turned religious, but for her to call fucking a sin! Wow! That's almost too much!" He hugged the young girl, held her away and looked at her squarely with his kind, honest blue eyes.
"You were so sweet to do that," he said in a low voice. "Here, take off that stupid dress, let me see those little beauties that are ripening and going to waste under there!"
He pinched one of her small titties, and she felt their inadequacy, but Uncle Tommy stuck out his broad tongue, smirked at her, and said: "I'll make them big, big, big, baby! I'll suck you clear down into my belly!" And then, as she hastily shucked off the dress, which had suddenly seemed too tight and utterly useless, he peeled off his shirt, thumbed his jammy tops down as he rolled, and there he was, bare naked, the most beautiful sight little Lola ever saw.
She was too shy to let him see her. She had one forearm across her achingly sensitive little bud-breasts, the other across her smoothly tanned abdomen, her hand covering her softly split little cunt. "I'm such a baby," she apologized, and the tall man with the sweet smile and the suddenly beautiful face said quickly: "You're no baby! Young, maybe, and maybe I'll call you my baby! But you're somewhere between being a young girl-and a woman!"
Just as she had a week ago, before he got a job, the first day he had come into her life, his words thrilled her. That day, he had thought she might be eleven or twelve. Twelve was old enough to fuck, she knew that. Phyllis Armstrong's brother told her that. Better yet, he'd told her that he'd fuck her, himself, when she got to be twelve. And she had been so delighted that she had begged him to let her jerk him off, and he had let her. But, she'd be willing to bet, her brother never had said she was somewhere between being a little girl and a woman! Wow! If she could only tell Phyllis that!
She felt her face go taut, as if she were going to cry, but her uncle took her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips, saying: "All I want to do is help you learn, my darling baby! My darling baby woman! With your sweet little mouth that already seems to know so much." He studied her face. "Why do you say you're such a baby?" he asked. "A baby couldn't give a guy a blow job like you just gave me."
She felt herself blushing. "I couldn't help it," she muttered. "I came down to see if you were awake, and he-he-this one," and she reached under herself and petted his cock, "he was standing up so cute, like he was begging. So I just, well-I did what I did." She felt hot all over, ashamed to look this sweet and wonderful person in the eye. "I guess it was stupid, even if it wasn't a sin. Did you say it wasn't a sin?" She was twisting her fingers anxiously, still not looking at him.
With his enormous strength, he lifted her off him and got on one elbow over her. He placed his big, smooth hand over her smooth little twat, letting one big finger play up and down in the slick little crack, so well greased by her juvenile cunt oils.
"You sweet, mistreated little love," he whispered, "It's no more a sin to use your body to have pleasure than it is to use your eyes to enjoy a beautiful sunset. Or to use your ears to listen to beautiful music. Do you understand? What you did for me was instinctive. Do you know what 'instinctive' means?"
The child answered. "Something you do without stopping to think, I guess," she said. "That's what I did." She licked her lips and shuddered as a feeling of echoing lust pounded its sweet little way through her cuntal system. "Oooooooh!" she breathed. "I guess I must've, you know, what do you call it? Had an orgasm?" She clung to him, her breath rasping in her throat.
He felt of her cunt again. "Yeah, orgasm," he said. "Or you could say you came. Or a lot of other things. Listen, Lola my dear, I know you're only a little over nine. Like nine and a half, maybe? So, okay. I don't know how much young girls have learned by this time in their life." He laughed. "I don't want to make a fool of myself, so I don't want to teach you something you already know. But I want to help you. I didn't realize your mom was so far out in her stupid God damned religion."
As she looked alarmed, he said: "Don't worry. God-the real God, that is, the one who made men and girls as they are, with cocks and cunts-he and I are good friends. He won't strike you dead, any more than he will me." He shook her gently. "You've got to believe that, if you want to be happy. Is your mother happy with her God?"
The girl shook herself. Some understanding seemed to warm her.
"She's sick, mama's sick and unhappy," she said, amazed that she could realize this, more amazed that she could say it. "Okay, Uncle Tommy, I believe it. Oh, God! How marvelous to feel free! How crazy, wild and wonderful not to die from sin!"
Her voice was rising, almost to hysteria, and her uncle turned her over on her soft young belly, and jammed his finger deep into her tender young pussy. It had the desired effect-the young girl's slender body arched like a bow, and her scream, muffled in the sheets, was one of pure joy.
When he turned her again on her back, looming so big above her, the child looked at him with respect as well as love, and said: "I never dreamed anything like this could ever happen to me."
In the tall man's mind, there was a vision of an illimitable succession of days like this. His heart leaped at the prospect. To love and have a girl of nine-well, not ten yet, by a few months-to teach, to introduce to sex for her own protections as well as for their mutual delight, was as near heaven as a man could wish.
He leaned down and sucked on one of her tiny little breasts. They were as soft as whipped cream, and not much larger than a marshmallow. Puffed up aureolae, mostly, but with nipples almost womanly in size and hardness. As he sucked, the little girl humped her body up and down in delight, holding his head tight against her, just as if she were grown.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! That's so wonderful, Uncle Tommy!" the child cried. "Why is it that it feels so good in my titty, and so good in my pussy at the same time? OHHH!" And she thrashed wildly, kicking her lovely young legs in the air. "That almost made me cum! Just like when you put your finger up me!"
He released her tingling breast, rubbed his soft hand on her smooth young belly, and said: "It's all a part of your sexual system, dear. There are scientific words for it, but never mind them. The important thing is that it gives me pleasure to be so intimate with you, to suck your pretty little titties, and that hot little nerves run from them, right down to your sweet little cunt."
Her question and his answer reminded him of his previous question, concerning how much the little girl knew, and he reminded her gently: "You didn't tell me what you need to know. I'll gladly teach you everything I can. But you tell me if I'm covering something you've already learned. Not that it's ever the same just to hear something as it is to learn by experience."
From a bold little girl, bold enough or wild enough to try and suck a grown man's cock while he was asleep, little Lola had suddenly become unsure of herself. But the very fact that she was lying here, naked and in bed with a naked and grown man, gave her the deepest possible thrill. And with it, a new touch of boldness. "I never held a guy's dick in my hand," she said, "except Nola Prentice's little brother. And he's only six and a half. I don't really know anything about them. Except that they shoot off."
Her face was crimson, and she closed her eyes. Remembering the warmth, the richness, the wildly wonderful taste of her uncle's cum juice made her shudder with pleasure. "That's what makes babies in a girl's belly, isn't it, Uncle Tom? But you could never get that big thing into me, into my poor little old pussy, could you?" It twisted her guts even to think of it.
Her uncle looked down at her paternally, smiling. "I got my finger into you," he said. "You were tight. Very tight. Maybe my cock wouldn't go into you, the first time we tried, but it would be fun to deep on trying. You really came, a while ago. Did you notice how much juice came out of you? That's a girl's natural lubricant. Supposed to make your little cunt slick enough so that a big prick can go inside you, up your little twat."
Lola shivered ecstatically. "Will you try to get it in me?" she asked in a hushed voice. "Even if it only went in a little way, I'm sure I'd love it. OOOHHH! It just makes me shiver inside to think of it!" She stroked his cock, which was beginning to fill with blood again, to rise and harden. Her warm little hand, soft as the lips of her girlish pussy, made it jerk with anticipation. The antics of the mysteriously lovely thing touched the girl with new heat. She flung herself over to where she could look it directly in its little "eye", and pulled the loose skin back off the swelling head.
It was too much. With a little cry of gladness, she opened her soft lips and sucked it in, rolling her eyes up in unconscious coquetry at her uncle.
As she licked around the head, her smooth cheeks sucked in with her effort, he dropped on his side, his face near her thighs. There was a strangely mature aroma coming from her heated cunt, and he saw that her soft, thick outer lips were opening of themselves, pushed out by the blood-swollen inner lips.
Very gently, he held one of her legs high in the air, opening her as far as she would go, and probed deeply into her tight little fuck hole with his pointed tongue. It went in a surprising distance, and he thought: Well, at least the kid's got no maidenhead to break. Hot little devil, probably fucks herself with something besides her finger. He had to arch his back to get to her as well as he wanted to, but his cock was long enough so that she could at least gargle on the head without his actions pulling it out of her mouth. He had a deep respect for innate, inborn talent, and he knew many grown women who could not suck a cock with the pleasure-giving expertise of Lola.
He was filled with joy at the many implications in this unexpected relationship. With a grown woman, he would be called upon, like as not, to fuck or suck or play as the woman wanted, or for as long as she demanded. Often, this had led to disappointing situations. Now, with a nine-year-old, he could be the complete boss, doing as he liked, when he liked, the way he wanted to. And she would be grateful. Not that he would ever take advantage of her ignorance. She was too dear to him, too touchingly sweet and eager.
He stopped the play of his tongue in her cunt, and the little girl's body became still at once. "Did you like what I was doing, Lola?" he asked, and the child promptly nodded, again and again. The motion of her head made a magnificent change in what her mouth was doing to his cock, which was now hard and tender.
"Wow!" he ejaculated. "That's super, Lola! I won't have to teach you much about sucking a cock, that's for sure!"
The child, holding his cock in her hand, removed her mouth from it. "Oh, thank you, Uncle Tommy!" she said. "Listen, do your balls-well-what I mean, I've heard they're real tender. Would it hurt them if I got them in my mouth and sucked on them a little? Would it feel good to you?" Her voice was trembling with eagerness.
The big man kissed her lightly between the puffed up lips of her sex, so sweet in their hairless simplicity. Knowing that it was the idea rather than the feeling which so pleased a man, the fact of having his balls "loved" by a girl's mouth rather than any cum-sensitive feeling, he told her a white lie: "It will feel wonderful to me, baby," he said. "Maybe one at a time would be better than trying to get both of them in your mouth."
He lay quiet, feeling the soft and tender young mouth sucking in one ball. Would she be able to mouth both of them? He felt her smooth, warm little body move sharply, as if in pleasure, and knew she had been able to get both big, hairy eggs into her sweet cheeks. As he felt her tongue go over and around them gently, something in him said, as if a voice were speaking in his mind: You've got something very precious here, old buddy. See that you 're good to her.
Very carefully, so as not to pull his delicately nerved testicles from the jaws of the bemused little girl, Tom pulled the shapely child's left thigh across his chest, and laid his cheek on the inner part of her right thigh. The position stretched her young pussy into a long line, from which, due to her heat, some part of the inner lips protruded. At this close range, he could see that they were a darker pink due to the rush of blood to the surface veins.
And she was juicing, too, like a grown woman, the clear stream of thick, clear cunt syrup leaking out from the soft, hairless slit. He gently picked it up with his tongue, gradually going deeper between the tender surface of her outer lips. And, with each lick, he felt the young body tense. He wanted to make her cum, wanted to feel her leap and hear her scream, but he feared for what might happen to his captive balls if the child blew her top in orgasm.
His nose was in the humid crack of the little girl's ass, and it was a weird experience for him to nuzzle in a crack so smooth and so delicately scented. He felt his cock throb as the raunchy need to suck out her asshole struck him, but he was cautious.
Very gently, as though waking a somnambulist, he slipped his warm hand under the young girl's arm and patted her. "Lola, baby," he whispered "Lola, can you hear me? Don't nod yes," he said hastily. "Take my balls out of your mouth. Carefully."
There was a wordless moan of protest, then the girl disgorged his testicles, raising her head to look at him with flushed face and dripping mouth. "Oh, Uncle Tommy," she breathed, "that was so marvelous. You're mean to make me stop it," and she pouted, holding his cock against her full lips, rubbing its head in the drool that slobbered, unchecked, from her saliva-filled mouth.
He hunched his loins unconsciously toward her, wondering if he could bend his back enough to fuck into her throat and, at the same time, suck both her cunt and her tender asshole.
"Which would you like to try?" he asked her. "For us to suck each other off at the same time? Or to see if we can get my big old cock at least part way into your beautiful little cunt?" The very phrasing of the words seemed to have an effect on his fuck nerves, for his cock suddenly stood out very hard, as it did when he was about to cum, and its big veins swelled with rich blood. Once more, he thought how wonderful it was to have this chance, to be allowed by fate to teach this child how to be free, how to enjoy her sexuality without guilt, and a sense of humility and gratitude swept him.
"I never got all of that creamy stuff, did I?" the little girl asked artlessly. "Can you shoot some more of it? Phyllis said-that's Phyllis Armstrong-her brother told her a guy couldn't, uh, shoot it as often as a girl."
"Don't worry, baby," her uncle said, "I still have plenty. Does that mean you want me to shoot it in your mouth? Or, if we can get it part way in, enough so you can cum and I can shoot it in your little cunt, I can suck it out and let you get it from my kiss. Whatever you want."
Now, thirty-two years after that wonderful afternoon, lying on her back with the cum juice drizzling from her happily sated cunt, Lola Todd could remember every detail, every tone of that dear voice. All he had ever wanted from her was to help her, to see that she knew how to get the most from her life. And so, as she held young Tim Shelton's softening cock in her hand, feeling his cooling jism on her fingers,, she silently vowed: All I want for you, Timmie dear, is to help you live and enjoy.
She could, in a very warm way, remember the stretch, the marvelous pain in her soft young cunt as she and her uncle spent nearly an hour trying to get his big prick into her. Oh, God, how it had hurt! But how beautiful the pain had been. And how she had bled!
It was so different, now, with her cunt still tight, but so well able to take in the big end of that fantastic electric cock. That was wonderful, stretching her almost like Uncle Tommie had.
But not, of course, as lovely, as sweet, as satisfying as the very human piece of swinging meat that hung from young Tim's belly.