"Mr. Hughes," she called.
"Yes?"
"Do you mind if I take off my blouse too so my shoulders'll be the same as my neck?"
"Not at all, my dear. Go right ahead."
With one smooth motion she whipped off the middy blouse. She tossed it atop her shorts on the knapsack. She stood posing for a moment in first position, then sank gracefully to the blanket, clad only in white soaks, sneakers, and her snug-fitting rayon panties. She thought momentarily about taking them off too but… With Mr. Hammel it had been all right. But she didn't know whether Mr. Hughes… anything could happen. But if Mr. Hughes wanted to take her panties off he might as well do it himself. What on earth was taking him so long over in the bushes? She wondered if he was constipated.
"Ow!"
"Mr. Hughes, what's wrong?" she called.
"Ow!" Mr. Hughes repeated. "A snake just bit me!"
Chapter 11
"Ow!" Mr. Hughes repeated.
Oh crips! Ted thought. What am I going to do now? She sat up on the blanket, still clad solely in rayon panties, white socks and sneakers. Maybe she ought to put her middy blouse back on again. But… if Mr. Hughes had been bitten by a snake there was no time to fiddle around. She began poking through the picnic things and found the knife he had used to cut cheese. Mr. Hughes did not come right away. She wondered if she ought to go to him. Then she realized he might have been bitten in some unlikely spot if he'd been crouched bare assed in the weeds doing number two. Maybe the poor man was struggling either to get his pants back up or all the way off. Maybe she ought to go help him. She was still undecided when Mr. Hughes resolved her problem by appearing himself.
Mr. Hughes had removed his pants completely. He had also removed his under drawers. He was parading solemnly toward her, fully dressed from the waist up, naked and barefoot from the waist down. Suddenly Ted was fully aware of where he had been bitten. She could see his cock already starting to swell.
At twelve Ted was a little girl's usual mixture of innocence and sophistication. She wondered if Mr. Hughes had really been bitten by a snake. She remembered how Mr. Hammel's cock had managed to swell even bigger without any snakebite. But… little girls are pretty much conditioned to believe what adults tell them. If Mr. Hughes said a snake had caused the swelling… Clad in socks, sneakers and pink panties, she sat on the blanket and waited. Seconds later the producer stood before her. "Where did it bite you?" Ted asked.
Wordlessly, the producer pointed at his cock. He was red-faced and even more glassy-eyed than when he had studied her crotch in tight-fitting shorts on the. way up.
"Does it hurt a lot?" she asked.
The producer nodded, gritting his teeth.
"Where do you want me to cut it?" Ted asked as she produced the knife.
The producer took a hasty step backward and his magnificent hard-on began shrinking. "Oh, no!" he hastened. "I already did that. That's what took me so long. I made the cut myself. See right in the end?"
Ted stared at his dwindling hard-on. The wet purple head of his hammer peeped from his tight-stretched foreskin. She saw the hole the peepee comes from. Nothing else. "Where's the cut?" she asked.
Mr. Hughes pointed at the hole in the end. Ted wasn't sure. It didn't look like any cut to her. It looked like the place where the white stuff used to come out of Mr. Hammel. But… Mr. Hughes was an adult and he was a producer. If be said so… Then she realized. "If you cut it, why isn't it bleeding?" she insisted.
"Poison," Mr. Hughes said in a funny choked voice. "Getting into my• bloodstream, spreading through my system. Got to suck it out quick or I'll die."
Ted was of two minds about the whole thing. She looked dubiously at Mr. Hughes and suspected the poor man was close to dying one way or another. She remembered all sorts of nice things Mr. Hammel had done to her down there. She had never considered that it might work both ways. "Do you want to lie down?" she asked.
Mr. Hughes let himself down carefully beside her on the blanket. His cock was bigger and harder now, pointing straight up. She could see the purple swollen head standing half out of his tight-stretched foreskin. "You.want me to suck it?" she asked.
Mr. Hughes made a strangling noise and nodded. Ted sighed. She really didn't believe Mr. Hughes had been snakebite at all but he was a grownup and if he said so. Besides, what if it was true? What if be really had been bitten and if she didn't hurry up and do her job right he would die and she would be up on this mountain top all alone and even if she went down again to the car she didn't know how to drive and… She guessed she'd better get busy.
Ted knelt beside Mr. Hughes. She bent over his colossal cock, opening her mouth. She smelled the peculiar male smell, not unpleasant but-different. She wondered what it would taste like. An instant later she found out when Mr. Hughes' impatient hands captured the nape of her neck and pulled her down like a glove over the hot throbbing length of his cock.
She felt it slide into her mouth-in much deeper than she had intended. The thick blunt head of Mr. Hughes' cock slid smoothly through her lips, over her tongue, past her-soft palate, and with only the slightest hesitation proceeded down her throat.
Ted felt as if she had tried to swallow a whole potato. Then an instant later she felt as if she had tried to swallow a whole potato but that it had gotten stuck somehow and hung up in her throat, willing to go neither down nor back up. She felt her throat muscles squeeze convulsively. Her stomach rebelled and she tried her best to vomit.
Nothing worked. Mr. Hughes still pressed down on the nape of her neck and she could not back off this tremendous blunt spike of masculinity on which the producer had impaled her. Ted struggled to free herself but he was pressing so hard that she couldn't move. And that, she reflected in later years, was the moment in which she stopped being a little girl. In less than a second she made several important decisions and grew up.
First, she bit. Not hard, but hard enough to let Mr. Hughes know she meant business. Then she relaxed, totally and completely, limp as a rag doll, incapable of giving the producer's throbbing prick the slightest sensation. She sensed the uncertainty in his hands pressing down on the nape of her neck when it finally occurred to him that he might have done her some real damage. His cock shrunk and came out of her mouth. Slowly, Ted allowed herself to "revive." Turning to face him, she said, "Mr. Hughes, you play too rough."
There was a petulant, angry little boy look to the pink-faced producer. He glared at her but said nothing. Ted waited another moment until his disappointment was full and complete. "Besides," she added, "while you were gone off in the bushes a funny thing happened to me."
"What?" Mr. Hughes grumped. "A snake bit me too."
"Yeah? Where?"
Silently Ted pointed at the crotch of her pink panties.
"Ooohhh, yeeeaaah?" Mr. Hughes said after a moment of incredulous staring. Slowly, he reached for her slight body. Ted moved away from his grasping hands. She stood, then, using every trick she had ever learned at the practice bar, she made a production of shedding her panties
Finished, she posed before the producer, nude now except for the sneakers and white socks. She knew how perfect was the promise of her just developing twelve-year-old body, the long graceful curve of thigh, the flat, hard belly, tiny waist, her still slightly scrawny rib cage with its just-budding tits surmounted with tiny virginal nipples. She continued posing while Mr. Hughes' eyes threatened to burn off the faint fuzz of blonde hair that outlined her prominent bony mons veneris, accentuating the hairless pouting lips of her still-unfucked twat. Then, very slowly, she began moving back within grabbing distance. "No rough stuff now," she cautioned. "You treat my snakebite nice and I'll do the same for you." She paused and gave him a Mona Lisa smile. "Otherwise we might just die, both of us."