Chapter 8
"I can't believe how cute your ass-hole is, Annette," Christopher said. His voice was breathless.
Christopher Adamms was spitting out his words in between desperate gasps for air. His cock was growing very fast.
"What is so cute about my ass-hole?" Annette asked. She too was spitting out her words as if she were ridding her mouth of so many watermelon seeds.
The little girl was clutching her ankles very tightly. She could feel the strain in her fingers. Her legs muscles were taut. She probably would have been uncomfortable if she weren't so goddamned horny.
"It has no hair on it," Christopher said.
"I have known men who had asked me if I shave my ass-hole."
"I can see that. A lot of women would love to look like you."
"I just never grew any hair down there. Men seem to like it."
"That is because it makes you look so young," he said.
"The younger the better with you guys, huh?" she said.
"Not necessarily. It is the content of the character that counts."
"Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit," Annette said with a gasp.
Christopher began to lap at her anus more eagerly-more enthusiastically. He licked at Annette's bung hole with the flat part of his tongue. He could taste the juicy that had dripped out of her anus. It did not take Christopher Adamms very long at all to figure out that Annette's cunt juice tasted every bit as good as it smelled.
He could taste Annette's ass-hole as well with his sexually aroused taste buds. The bung tasted meaty.
Christopher Adamms licked eagerly at Annette's tightest hole-her backdoor orifice-until all the flavor was gone. He laved until the delicious flavor was laved away.
"Do you know what I what I want you to do now, Christopher?"
"You want me to stick my tongue right up inside your ass."
"Why, that's right, how did you know?" Annette asked.
"Wild guess."
"Seriously."
"I have ESP."
"I almost believe you."
"You should."
"You bias your sample with your sexy self," she said.
"Oh, I know. I realize the book is about me," he said.
"So this is all bullshit, this research bullshit."
"If I believe the lie its easier to dupe my agent."
"I see. You are just out getting laid, then, right."
"AND writing about it."
"Yes, and writing about it." Then, after a pause, she added:
"I hope the chapter about me is really HOT!" she said.
"You don't have anything to worry about, Annette."
Christopher stiffened his tongue and placed the tip at the center of her pink asterisk of her ass-hole.
The tip of his tongue was pointy. Annette concentrated all of her attention of relaxing the ring of muscle at the mouth of her rectum. The little girl found that this was easy for her to do. Christopher Adamms began to push forward with his handsome head and his massive shoulders. Annette could feel the pressure increasing on her bung. Annette could feel her ass-hole starting to open the very instant he started to push. Annette could feel Christopher's tongue slipping inside her. She began to sound quite hysterical.
"STICK IT IN! STICK IT IN ME! STICK IT IN MY ASS! STICK YOUR TONGUE UP INSIDE MY ASSHOLE! DEEP! DEEP! DEEP! DEEPER! GIVE IT TO ME! STICK YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TONGUE UP INSIDE MY TIGHT, HOT ASSHOLE AS DEEPLY AS YOU CAN GET IT-OH YEAH!" she screamed.
The little girl could feel the tip of the man's cock pushing right up past her sphincter and up into her colon. She could feel Christopher doing precisely what she wanted him to do. Annette could feel Christopher pushing his tongue up inside her as deeply as he could get it. Christopher Adamms could feel her ass-hole gripping tightly at his tongue as it pushed inside. The tall blonde hunk of beefcake could feel her tongue actually sucking at his tongue, drawing the tip of his bold and curious taster up into her colon. The handsome and muscular writer knew that her ass-hole was designed to push objects out of her colonso that sucking from her twat was truly amazing. It meant that her muscles were working against her instincts, unless, of course, her instincts changed once her libido took complete control of Annette's nervous system.
"Oooooooooh! I can feel you pushing side me so deep, so very deep, so good, so hot, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
The man began to wiggle the tip of his cock around inside her colon. He did this quite playfully.
Annette could feel Christopher Adamms pressing the tip of his tongue against various spots within her colon-using a wide variety of pressures. He then began to move his tongue in and out of her ass-hole. Annette could feel her bung being pushed and pulled by the increasingly rapid movements of Christopher Adamms' stiffened tongue. She could feel his tongue pushing even deeper than before into her anus-and Annette would not have thought this possible unless she had felt it for herself. The little girl, however, did not take long to figure out that, in spite of the intense pleasure this tongue-fucking was giving her ass, Christopher's tongue was nowhere near long enough, nor thick enough, to appease her deep-anal craving. She knew that his tongue was not big enough to stretch her the way her ass-hole needed to be stretched.
Annette knew that Christopher's tongue was not long enough to reach the secret ache within her. Annette knew that the appeasement of her ass-hole was a task reserved exclusively for Christopher Adamms' tool of manhood, the pecker which was once again hard as a rock in between his legs. All of these sensations were strange to the little black girl. She had never been fucked in the ass-hole before. Annette had never even wanted to be fucked in the ass-hole before.
Now it was all she could think about.
He was building a fire inside her ass with his fucking tongue-and it was a fire that only his cock could put out.
The man sensed that he was only teasing her with his tongue. He pulled his taster all the way out of her ass-hole, removing the tip very slowly so that her anus would not be forced to slam shut on her.
"Now my pussy?"
"Now your pussy!"
"Oh, good."
"I am going to lick every nook and cranny of your cunt."
"Please do."
"And I am going to save your little love button for last."
"You tease."
"That's right. I am going to keep you on the very edge."
"The edge?"
"The edge of orgasm, my little chocolate bunny," he said.
"You are a savage beast, Christopher Adamms!" she said.
"Yes."
"You are going to make me hurt myself with tension."
"I don't think so."
"You are going to make me pull a muscle or something."
"I suspect not."
"How can you be so sure, Christopher?" Annette asked. "Because I will know the appropriate time to make you come."
"I'll bet you will! I'll just bet you will!" she said.
"Now lower your feet so I can get at your cooze."
"Okay."
"That's good."
He parted his lips and placed the tip of his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between Annette ass-hole and the base of Annette's cunt slash. Her natural lubrication was gathered there thickly. He sucked that spot and drank of her juice, her pussy's natural lubricant!
Then the man moved his fingertips to the completely bald dark brown outer lips of Annette's cunt.
Christopher turned his elbows outward, just as he had when tugging Annette's fanny cakes wide open.
Christopher Adamms curled his fingers at the knuckles and began to separate Annette's pussy labia.
The tall blonde hunk of beefcake pulled her pussy lips open until Annette's gash looked like a slab of raw meat.
The handsome and muscular writer could see that her clitoris was swollen to three times its normal size.
The good-looking sex journalist could see that he was not going to have to lick her clit for long to make her come.
Christopher could tell that Annette was already very close to the edge-to the edge of her female climax.
He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her outer cunt lips, up and down the entire length of her gash.
Christopher allowed himself to lick very close to her clit, without making direct contact with the fiery bulb.
Annette was convinced that her little man in the boat was going to burst at any second. She could feel it throbbing far out from under its protective sheath at the top of her Negro cunt. The man licked to the sides of her clit and then above her love button-at her clitoral foreskin. Just about every muscle in Annette's shapely and diminutive body had tensed up on her by this time. She felt as if she were about to shiver uncontrollably. Her back teeth were clenched together. Her nose was moving up and down on her face in a cute manner-so that Annette looked for all the world like a black bunny rabbit sniffing curiously at some fresh clover out in the middle of a meadow somewhere. The man licked up and down in between her inner and outer cunt lips, once again allowing the tip of his taster to come very close to her clit without actually touching it. Christopher flicked the tip of his tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the outermost edges of Annette's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips he wiggled his face from side to side and pushed his tongue in between her cunt lips. He stiffened his tongue and tilted his face to one side so that he could push the tip of his tongue as deeply as it would go into her pussy. Annette thought it was odd that Christopher tilted his head in this manner before penetrating her cunt with his tongue. Then the little black girl realized just how smart he was. Christopher knew that just about any stimulation to her clit was apt to make Annette pop her rocks at this deliciously sexy point, even if that contact were made by his nose!
Christopher Adamms' tongue made a vain search for her cervix.