Mr. Hughes still stared unbelieving at this vision of erotic loveliness. Ted pirouetted and did an entrechat, fully aware of the attention this called to her vibrating legs and crotch. Then she settled to the blanket with a dying swan gesture, coming gently down on her side with one leg pointing gracefully skyward.
Mr. Hughes' eyes singed her gaping crotch until she could actually feel the heat on her tight-stretched maidenhead. She remembered how wee it had felt when Mr. Hammel licked it and wondered if Mr. Hughes would be capable of learning his technique.
The producer settled beside her to the blanket.
His hands captured her skyward pointing leg and he began nuzzling and kissing the inside of her ankle. Ted relaxed with a happy sigh and waited to see what he would think of next.
As he slowly kissed his way up the inside of her leg from ankle to knee, Mr. Hughes imperceptibly moved his body around until they were facing each other, lying on their sides, but end to end. The angry purple tip of his deprived dong pointed accusingly at her face. She put forth a caressing hand, not to his over-excited cock, but to his well-haired balls. As her hand touched his scrotum his balls squirmed with anticipatory delight and he began kissing his way upward from her knee, tickling her tender inner thigh until she could not stop giggling.
Mr. Hughes slowly worked his way upward until she could feel the warmth of his face against the open inner surface of her tiny cunt. But he did not direct himself toward home plate. Instead, he kissed tender tantalizing circles around her cunt, pecking away at the cheeks of her muscular little ass, across both of her sensitive inner thighs, across the bony prominence of her hairless mons veneris, but never quite zeroing in on her prime target. It felt so goooooood!
Ted lay relaxed, enjoying the feel of a slow gentle turn-on, reveling in the feel of Mr. Hughes' busy mouth pleasuring her secret parts. It felt so good she was willing to lie here all afternoon just like this. But as she thought it, she gradually realized she was not. Even the finest of pleasures can pall. She was ready for better things. When was he going to stop this silly kissing around and around and get his tongue in there where it would do some good?
It took her a moment to realize that he was not going to. Mr. Hughes, she finally understood, was waiting for her to do something. She looked at the hot throbbing head of his cock still pointing accusing at her face. It was so big. Yet, she had managed to stretch her mouth over larger lollipops. Ted guessed she could do it-providing he didn't try to make her swallow it again. She opened her mouth and moved forward.
She felt the hot maleness of his cock warm her lips, her cheeks. She stretched her mouth wider, trying to engulf it totally before she touched it. When she guessed the whole head of his cock was inside her mouth she let her lips close softly but firmly over the head of Mr. Hughes' cock.
Mr. Hughes' reaction was predictable but delightful. Abruptly he stopped kissing loving circles around her virginal cunt. He reared back and emitted a long-held, heart-felt and tremendous "Aaaahhhh!" which abruptly changed into mumbling humming "Mmmmmmm!" as he buried his face in Ted's crotch.
Ted had never in her twelve years, not even during her month idyll with Mr. Hammel, never had she experienced anything one half so titillatingly delightful as the tickling, tantalizing, almost numbing feel of that prolonged hummmm as Mr. Hughes' vocal cords elicited a harmonic buzz from the tight-stretched membrane of her hymen.
That funny rush-blush feeling was growing in her belly, spreading upward to suffuse her tiny waist. She felt her nipples also fill with blood and grow marble-hard with the need for Mr. Hughes' kisses.
But most of all she felt his mouth locked securely over her honey pot, puffing and sucking in and out, making her feel as if she had to go pee, then as if she had been holding it all night and only now could look forward to a long, soul-satisfying emptying that would relax all the tensely complicated musculature of her sphincters.
He was still humming, humming her into heaven with his hymn to passion. But while he hummed and turned her whole belly to jellied lust his busy tongue was licking the inner sides of her cunt lips, darting out to tickle her tiny clit until it was as hard as her virginal nipples. Just as she could no longer stand any more of this he would switch targets and touch his tongue to her maidenhead just long enough to momentarily still the vibrant hum. Then before she could recover his agile tongue darted down to the edge of her hymen and augured its way through the tiny opening to explore the virgin territory of her vagina.
One corner of her mind wondered what it would be like to have a man's cock sliding in there, hot, hard, tireless. But that would be years in the future when she was ready to retire from dancing. Right now she was too busy enjoying to wonder about alternatives. The tip of his tongue touching the threshold of her play pen was enough to do what all the rest of it put together had not quite accomplished. With her mouth still surrounding Mr. Hughes' cock she abruptly realized that rush-blush was getting out of control. Her body was rebelling, all her insides twisting and knotting in funny ways, filling her with a tension that would kill her if she didn't know that soon, somehow it would all be over.
Then abruptly it was over as she felt all the twisted nerve endings loosen and unravel, felt her insides melt, flow, deliquesce into new patterns of passion. She wanted to lie back and relax, just let it happen but some tiny corner of her and warned her that the hot throbbing maleness in her mouth would not take no for an answer. She began moving her head back and forth rapidly, sliding her lips over the head of Mr. Hughes' cock. She felt the foreskin pop back, exposing the whole sensitive surface of his hot throbbing hammer.
He began thrusting and for a moment she was afraid he would go too deep again. Their passion grew and she knew she was rocking and humping, thumping her little ass as vigorously against Mr. Hughes' face as he was thrusting toward hers. She grasped his thighs and managed to syncopate her rhythm with his own, thus transforming his monumental dick burying shoves into a gentle in and out movement that kept her lips and tongue working gently on the sensitive head of his hammer.
Then she felt a tiny preliminary squirt and a moment later her mouth was filling with the hot sweetness of Mr. Hughes' spurting maleness. It felt so gooooooood!
Chapter 12
It felt so good that twenty-eight years later, suffering twin assaults from a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth, she still remembered the joy of that sun-dappled afternoon atop the mountain when she and Mr. Hughes had treated each other's snake bite.
But she was thirty-nine now. It was no time to dwell on the past-not when she had a curly-locked thirteen-year-old pumping steadily away between her legs, not believing his good fortune at finally being able to keep it up for more than one hair triggered explosive plunge at a time. The boy had been thrusting steadily, with long, slow strokes as regular as an oil pumping rig, stuffing her cunt to joyous satiation, filling the gaps with a prolonged game of "telephone" as he plugged one nipple of her firm upstanding tits into an ear and talked, licked, kissed and sucked his messages of love into the other. Now was no time to dwell in the past-not as long as little John could give her this kind of a present.
She had been so close to cumming again and explosively, with a gut-wrenching destruction that would make her faint again and leave her drawn and faint that her only salvation had been to get her mind on something else.
She didn't have her mind on it but she had her mouth around it: six solid thumping inches of Albert's fourteen-year-old cock. It was almost enough to make her forget the wonderful things little John was doing to her down below.