"So I shifted around and started licking her breasts and sucking up the knobs and getting her nipples hard and I kept on fingering her till she went off – wild ass jumping around and holding her breath and going 'Mmmmmmmmmmm' in her throat even with the folks gone."
"Then I started kissing and licking down her body… over her warm, smooth skin. She had skin like white velvet, and I loved to run my hands over any part of her, just to feel that warm, smooth skin. She was rounded… no sharp corners or bones poking up. God, it was something to smell her like that, naked and sort of soapy and soft and warm and young."
"I licked down over her belly and onto her mound and I wet down the beginning hairs she had there, and I pushed open her thighs wide, real wide, and licked down into the warm damp place, down between, and licked along those dark pink pussy lips. I got a taste of her juice, too… kind of tart and tasteless and a little bit metallic and acidy too. A girl's juice there has a special taste… no way to tell in words what it's like. Every man has to find out for himself."
"I started pointing my tongue and stabbing it inside her there – and I was trying to hit her clit."
"I guess I stabbed right on the button because her hips gave a little jerk and I looked up and she was up on her elbows watching me do it and there was a funny look on her face… kind of disgusted, but liking it, too."
"I was digging it. It was sexy as hell for me. I had a stiff on like a piece of lead. I finally got my mouth right down on her pussy – on those wet lips – and I dug my tongue right in and got a good taste of her in there and I licked around in there and finally found her clit – it was stiff, too, and a little higher up than my tongue was, so I lifted my head a bit and started licking that little hard pea in between those inside folds that almost hide it."
"It's altogether different for a guy, licking a girl off, than fingering her or fucking her. I mean, you're right down there with your face against her pussy, and she's got you with her legs, and it's a helluva lot more personal."
"Louisa was going 'Oooo…' and starting to squirm against my mouth almost from the beginning. She was really reacting, she really liked it. And the more she liked it the more I liked doing it. I licked that clit faster and faster, till my jaws were tired and my tongue was aching and felt strained."
"The thing was, I couldn't stop because Louisa was going into a big climax – rubbing her pussy all over my face, moaning and panting like a steam engine, and even rubbing and squeezing her own tits with both hands, and with her eyes tight shut and a scrunched up look on her face."
"I kept licking her and holding her hips and trying to breathe a little. She was wild, really out of control. I was really giving her something to think about. The climax was blowing her mind, just wiping her out."
"And it went on for a minute, a good long minute, before she started to relax. I stopped and lifted my head up out of that socket and asked her how she liked it. I was grinning."
"She looked used up, all loose and soft and sat. She just said, 'You know.' And the way she said it was great for me."
"I wiped my mouth with the sheet and figured I'd let my jaw and tongue rest for a while. I wanted to lick her off again before we had to quit."
"Louisa said, 'I want a drink.' She closed up her robe and went upstairs. I was afraid she wasn't going to come back, even to jack me off."
"But she did, with a glass of milk and a couple maple bars. Mom is queer for maple bars and so is Louisa. They eat half a dozen a day."
"She gave me one of them and got back up on the bed without spilling her full glass. She drank and chewed and swallowed and stared at me."
"I asked, 'You liked that, huh?'"
"I guess I did pretty much." She swallowed and drank and broke into a grin. "Wow. I still tingle."
"Do it again for you if you want."
"Okay!" She finished her milk and had a little bit of her maple bar left. She fingered off some of the soft dark frosting and smeared it on the head of my half-soft prick. She giggled.
"What are you doing?"
"Making myself something to suck on."
"You going to do it?"
"I guess. I guess I'll try it once." She put the last of the maple bar in her mouth and licked her fingers while she started to play with my prick with her other hand.
"I got so hard so fast you wouldn't believe it. I kept watching the smear of brown syrup on the head of my prick and seeing her mouth down there on it – sucking, and licking."
"She took it in both hands and started jacking me off slow and easy. Then she brought her head close and seemed to decide, and then she stuck her little pink tongue out – like a kitten's tongue – and she licked at the syrup a couple times."
"She giggled and started to lick again, harder and faster, holding my prick like a club in her hands, and it started to get to me – the sensations. She was licking right in the right place, you know, underneath the head in that sensitive place."
"She stopped and asked, 'Feel good?' When I nodded, she said, 'Tell me if the gravy is going to squirt.' And she started licking again."
"After a minute she started to dig doing it; or something – she started taking the whole head into her mouth. Shit, it was like she was a born cock-sucker. She knew, she knew… she started using her tongue and sucking and bobbing her head up and down, and on top of that, she started pumping the skin up and down, too!"
"I couldn't take much of that! It was too effective! That cute little chick, with her long black hair and those lovely tits jiggling and hanging down, brushing my legs… and that sucking mouth of hers, and the way both her hands had a hold of my prick, slowly pumping up and down, with her mouth coming down on it, taking the head and a couple inches besides, when her hands went down, and raising up when her hands came up… like synchronized."
"God, it wasn't a minute before I got that hot, tingling, burning, gathering feeling in my guts. I knew I had to tell her but I didn't want to lose her mouth."
"So the feeling got stronger and stronger and I was getting tense and tight and stiff, and I could feel it coming."
"I didn't tell her. I couldn't. I thought she knew I was ready, from the way I was breathing and stiffening up like a board."
"And then my prick was shooting and I was in some kind of orgasm! I thought the top of my head was going to come off. I couldn't see straight. God, I must have shot that stuff right into her throat… I guess that first one came just when she had her mouth all the way down."
"Then I was squirting in the air and she had jerked her head up and she – her eyes were wide and shocked and her mouth was open and I saw the white stuff dribbling out and her mouth was turned down in an awful expression and she made a terrible retching sound and spit on my legs and the bed and everything. She didn't vomit but I thought she would."
"I said I was sorry but she started to cry and ran upstairs."
"I was scared shitless. If she was really mad and told… So I went upstairs, too, and said I was sorry and everything. She was in the kitchen eating sugar right out of the bowl."
She said, "It's all slimy!"
"Anyway, I got her to promise not to tell. I gave her some money, too. But everything was ruined after that. I tried a couple times to make up and hint around that we could do the hand-and-finger routine again, but she wouldn't do it."
"So I blew it with her… no pun intended. I really screwed myself up. God – when I think of her tits, and how she is now…"
Sexually precocious Louisa is now, as one can guess from the foregoing, a thriving and lovely young lady. Donald, however, still suffers pangs of guilt. Thus we see that, although the child's psyche may be tender, the adult psyche, with its more fully developed superego, is more susceptible, in some cases, to harm.