"No," Ted admitted when she was able to speak again. "Does it feel like that when I do it to you?"
"Why don't you try it and find out," Mr. Hughes said.
Ted reached around through his crotch until she was touching his backbone. Slowly, she tickled her way down through his ass, across anus and perineum until she was all but lost in the impenetrable jungle of hair around his scrotum.
Mr. Hughes reacted by caressing the back of her neck, closing his thighs gently over her ears, and by kissing her taut cherry. It felt so good Ted was encouraged to experiment. She began twiddling the hairs on Mr. Hughes' scrotum, trying to count them. Suddenly she realized the producer's cock was starting to swell again.
She wondered if she was going to have to swallow it all over again so soon. To heck with that, she decided. There had to be other ways to keep him amused-amused enough to keep on doing all the nice things he was doing to her. She took a deep breath and blew warm air on the head of his thumping hammer. Immediately it swelled harder and she could see the faint pulsation in time to his heartbeat quicken. She continued her slow gentle hair count on his scrotum.
Mr. Hughes was licking her pussy again, running his tongue over the pouting hairless lips of her virginal vulva, twiddling her clit until she wanted to giggle and scream. Instead, she clasped her slim muscular thighs over his ears and squeezed. She was rewarded by his arms around her ass hugging, pulling her in closer until his face was buried in her crotch. It felt so wondrously warm and gooood.
Ted was willing to lie here like this forever, just letting the lawsuit-conscious producer lick her cherry, turning her on without damage, without any evidence that could stand up in a court of law. She tried to focus her eyes on the hot throbbing cock that pointed at her but it was so close she could see it no better than she could see her own nose. She relaxed, head loosely clamped between Mr. Hughes' hairy thighs, clasping his head between the milky whitenesses of her own soft sensitive inner thighs. The producer's tongue darted out to touch her twittery anal sphincter.
Ted's slight, half grown body had already been conditioned by a month with Mr. Hammel to react to this stimulus. She felt herself going all soft and quivery. She wished he would do it again but Mr. Hughes seemed to be in no hurry. He was hugging her tiny ass to him, caressing her whole body, holding her close as he endeavored to perfect his method for reciprocal snake bite treatment.
She wondered what she had to do to make him lick her asshole again. Finally the obvious solution occurred to her. She had long since given up trying to focus her eyes on the blob of male meat that loomed-so close she could feel its heat warming her nose and face. She opened her mouth in what she hoped was a lady-like gesture and began licking the underside of Mr. Hughes' cock, running her tongue from the base where it nested in scrotal hair, running her tongue slowly up its tender sensitive underside until she reached the sudden burgeoning swell of his glans penis.
There she hesitated for a moment, then ran her tongue slowly around his cock in a loving circle. Mr. Hughes rewarded her with a sudden almost convulsive squeeze of his arms around her trim little ass, drawing her around his face like a glove as he struggled to lick and kiss every part of her at the same time. It felt so gooooooooood! Abruptly he stopped holding her close to him. Powerful hands grasped her ass and pulled her away from him. He pulled her slowly back toward him but this time his tongue was auguring into her tiny navel.
At twelve Ted wouldn't have known an erogenous zone from the Canal Zone but she knew what it felt like when Mr. Hughes stuck his tongue in her belly button. She didn't have words to describe the shimmery waves of delight that coursed through her small hard-muscled body but she knew what she liked. And this was it. As the producer withdrew and began kissing and licking lazy circles around her belly button she held her breath, waiting and praying he would do it again.
Slowly he kissed his way around her belly in widening circles until he was working his way across the hairless bony prominence of her mons veneris. He darted in for a quick peck at her clit, a quick lick of hymen, then back out to kiss his way around her belly, up and down the tender inner surfaces of her sensitive thighs.
Ted tried to relax and enjoy it but She couldn't. It felt so good she wanted to wiggle and giggle and kick and scream. She tried to lick the underside of Mr. Hughes' cock, to run a loving tongue around its head but Mr. Hughes was doing so many nice things to her that she was starting to jerk and tremble all over and she didn't know if she could control herself enough to…
It felt so gooooooooo! It felt so good she wanted it to stop, to end. But she didn't want it ever to end. She could feel her body building tension, getting ready to explode, to twist and tear itself to pieces. She didn't know what to do about it. She supposed she ought to make Mr. Hughes stop it but the things he was doing felt so nice that even if she had wanted to Ted knew she would never have the will power to make the hairy man stop all the lovely-, things he was doing to her cunt and asshole.
She wondered if he would stop it if she were to capture the tip of his trip hammer in her mouth and lick and suck another jet out of him. That would cool him off-soon enough, she guessed. But did she really want him to stop? It felt so goooooooo! She tried to relax, just let it happen.
He was licking her cunt, licking lazy circles around her hairless ups, darting his tongue into the inner circle in lightning forays to clit and hymen, auguring the prehensile tip of his tongue up through the narrow opening at the bottom of her cherry to tickle the inside of her virgin vagina.
His hands clasped her ass, holding her to him, filling her with a warmth she had never known existed. She was straining and pushing to get closer to his-knowledgeable mouth but it was not the back-breaking, ass-twisting kind of strain she had known at ballet practice. Instead, this kind of exercise seemed to bring its own reward-and not in some distant and future heaven, but right now each time his face left her crotch long enough to lick her flat little belly, to auger into her navel and provoke a fresh attack of the giggles.
She wished it could go on forever but a month of fun and games with Mr. Hammel had taught her the danger signals. She knew from the way she, was trembling and giggling uncontrollably that soon that internal cataclysm would strike again, making her laugh and cry, push and embrace, making her do all kinds of self-contradictory and uncontrollable things in the throes of love's fulfillment.
She sensed that Mr. Hughes was, growing more excited too. He was licking her legs, her belly, her cunt, even arching his back occasionally to scoot upward along the smooth hairless length of her body to lock the tiny bulges that would someday be tits. Each time his tongue touched one of her virginal nipples Ted felt her insides turn to water. Each time he kissed and licked his way back down to her waist, running his rough hands along her ribs she giggled more.
When his tongue augured into her navel it felt so good Ted couldn't even giggle for a moment. She lay tense and straining while he kissed and licked his way in meandering circles around her belly, up and down her tender inner thighs, gradually working his way back toward cunt country.
Finally his peregrinations ended and once more he was licking the swollen pouting lips of her hairless twelve-year-old pussy. She still lay unable to move, unable to believe anything could feel one half so good as that warm wet tongue laying her secret slit. It gave her such a warm wonderful feeling she hoped it would never end.
But she knew it couldn't last forever. Soon it would happen: that funny twisting, melting peeing feel that had always happened just before Mr. Hammel had given his final lunge and filled her ass with cum. But Mr. Hughes didn't have his cock up her ass. It was out in the open right in front of her face, swollen to full length, rock hard, foreskin peeled back. She tried to focus her eyes on its length but it was too close. She could smell the pleasant maleness, could feel the heat radiating from his raging rod. She wondered if she ought to kiss it or lick it. It was hard to decide.