"Oh, John, do it to me please… oh, please kiss me all over… John…"
Tenderly, he stroked the firm curves of her hips, and ran the tip of his tongue over her flat youthful stomach. His hands dropped to her smooth inner thighs, and played there, caressing the sensitive flesh with his fingertips, awakening each erogenous area in turn.
Almost reverently, he kissed the sparse young curls of her raised pubic mound, and breathed in the faint female odor of her which was beginning to rise from the moist awakening entrance down between her squirming legs.
His fingers played along the inside of her thighs, and gently he eased them further apart. He could see a faint sheen of moisture there, as he pressed aside the soft fleshy portals of her tight little vaginal mouth.
He could see the faint pink of her slit, lying under the dark immature fleece like a half-open magnolia. The tiny tip of her clitoris was barely discernible, peeping out like a vermilion needlepoint through the teasing fuzz of her outer cunt lips.
The trembling young girl began to whimper, and her hands, no longer able to reach John's shoulders, began to feverishly dig into the pine needle carpet, and futilely squeeze whole clumps of them as if trying to awaken some life, elicit some response from the inanimate objects.
John looked up, afraid instantly at the sound of her whimpering. Was she sorry? Did she want to stop? Had she come to her senses?
"Oh, Mr. Harrault," she moaned, "Please, please don't stop… please…"
Her answer came immediately, and John, hesitating no longer, pushed her knees up until the whole expanse of her virginal young pussy was visible to his hungry view.
The thinly-haired outer lips were throbbing faintly and increasing in size, almost before his eyes, as they became blood-laden with desire. He could see the tattered edges of her tiny inner lips, guarding the pink pulsating point of her clitoris. Her already-moist cuntal opening, ragged and clustered like a delicate rose, lay beneath the sensuous pivot, and below that, John could see the faint brown ring of her tight little anus. His breathing was becoming more jagged now as he surveyed the bewitching panorama before him. He ran the tip of his wet red tongue over his lips, by now parched from the combination of the sun and the mounting heat of his own still rising desire.
Then slowly, surely, he lowered his head between her tanned upright legs, and reaching out with his long saliva-moistened tongue, gently flicked at the narrow slit before him.
Carla jerked back from the strange new sensation of a living tongue licking between her legs, and ground her hips into the green spongy surface in a vain attempt to escape the incredible sensation. But John's tongue flicked out again, and darted over the entire length of her pink throbbing cunt.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, her hips jumping from side to side. But John grasped her firmly just below the waist, and held her fast. Then once again, his tongue darted out and began to probe at the hidden folds of her tender young cunt. It prodded under the swollen outer lips, and his mouth pulled gently at the purplish inner lips. He searched the secret recesses of her cunt, and finally came to rest on the pulsating head of her clitoris. He took the tiny button between his lips and imprisoning it there, began to tease it with the tip of his tongue. Carla writhed from the novel contact, and John could feel the head growing beneath his tonguing. He nipped gently at it, and then began to peck in a series of small birdlike bites.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," Carla sighed, her moans taking on a new more urgent sound now. He raised his eyes, and could see a faint blush of red spreading over her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip.
She lowered her hands and groping, felt the wiry hairs of his head. She sunk her hands in the dark strands, and began to pull at them, trying to seek release from the tantalizing pecking at her tiny sensitive vaginal opening.
John's tongue slavered on, licking and sucking at her palpitating cunt. The tongue dabbed at her viscous cuntal opening, trying to force an entry, and eliciting gasps of pain-pleasure from Carla. With a surge, John finally managed to insert just the tip of his frenzied tongue into the tight membrane of her tight virginal cunt. The tongue wriggled and squirmed inside her, trying to force itself further into the warm pulsating little hole.
"Oh, Mr. Harrault-t-t-t…" Carla moaned, and ground her pelvis up to receive his thrusting tongue. Frantically, he buried his tongue deeper and deeper into her tight fleshy sheath, which began to close in around his plundering organ. He spread apart the furry flanges of her cunt to allow himself greater access to her succulent pussy. His nose and mouth were buried in her warmth, and he could feel his own hot breath returning in clouds from the expanded tunnel to heat his face.
Carla was in the throes of a spine-trembling delight. She had never known anything like it. She had wanted Mr. Harrault; plotted and schemed to engineer this outing, and guided him intentionally to this solitude. Even as she had done so, she had no idea it would be like this — she couldn't believe that his tongue could arouse this primitive joy in her. Passion rushed through her from the tips of her toes to the top of her skull. His darting tongue sent electric shocks of excruciating pleasure through every vein in her body and she lay writhing in the sensual thrill of his nerve tingling ministrations.
The slight stubble on his chin abrasively added to her increasing pleasure, stimulating her dewy flesh into greater erotic heights. Her hands were clawing at his head, pushing his working face deeper into the throbbing opening of her cunt. Tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her body and she could feel herself buffeted by sexual paroxysms of lust.
John labored on, his ever-working tongue coaxing her responses into fever-pitch. He felt her hips begin to rise and fall with an involuntary, fury, and a savage gurgle was beginning in her throat. With a driving grind, she matched his thrusts, mashing his face with her now fully awakened crotch on the upgrind, and suctioning his tongue painfully as she bore down.
Finally, a series of rending wails pierced the air — her body was flailing like a bottle at sea, her hands pulled cruelly at his hair and her hips bucked as furiously as if she were riding a wild bronco.
"Ohhh… ohhhhh… ohhhhh…" she moaned, her cries cut off and sounding again like a static radio.
John, his exhausted tongue still probing and sucking, less energetically but still effectively, felt a warm moistness envelop his face as her unleashed sexual juices gushed out of their secret retreat and drenched his swirling member.
Then she was still. John lay, face down in the pines, his breathing ragged, his tongue sore and tender from its workout. His head was still between her widespread legs, and her orgasmic juices drained from her cunt and darkened the needles on the ground.
Minutes later, John, dozing in a sort of sexual twilight sleep, felt the young girl stirring beneath him. Raising himself up, he saw that her head was raised and resting on her elbow, and she was looking down at him.
His neglected cock leaped into semierection from the piercing sensuality of her gaze. Her smouldering dark eyes stared at him, and her full red lips were flushed with passion. Her nipples were still raised from her small mounds, and her other hand was resting on the dark triangle of her pubic mound.
John stared back, mesmerized. In all his life, he had never seen anything so erotic as the sight of this young girl lying on the beach beside him.
He didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter, because his throat was arid and he could only gurgle like an imbecile. Her unwavering stare burned right through him, down to the pit of sensuality which was fermenting in his loins.