All this had been accomplished with the complete acquiescence and entire complacency of the little miss with the baby face and woman's
legs. City girls are more sensible than country girls.
When we got off the car I had such a hard-on, I wondered uneasily whether poeople wpuld notice my pants sticking out in front.
How to bring this fortuitous encounter to a satisfactory conclusion was the next problem. And, in a flash, there came to my recollection another charming feature of this amusement park which also greatly contributed to its popularity with young couples.
This feature consisted of a tiny lake where row boats were available for a shilling an hour. In the center of this lake was a small island with a bit of sandy beach and about its interior a few trees, and shrubbery. It was toward this island the boats carrying amourous couples were invariably steered and doubtless the trees thereon could have told many interesting stories of romances which had budded and come to flower beneath their discreet shadows on summer nights.
Elated I turned to my companion and suggested a ride on the lake. She was agreeable, but cautioned me that she must be home before nine-thirty, or her father would come after her. A hasty glance at my watch told me that it was then almost nine-thirty, but unscrupulously, I told her there was plenty of time. We hurried accross the park grounds to the lake, and under
a string of lights hanging above a floating platform to which were anchored several dozen row boats I made the necessary monetary arrangements for the use of one of them.
The boatman winked knowingly at me as I helped my little friend to seat herself. Seizing the oars, I quickly had the small craft skimming over the water. The moon was in first quarter, softly illuminating the scene and a circle of electric lights around the lake twinkled brightly and were reflected back from the velvet surface of the water, I saw with inward satisfaction that there were no other boats out and unless some couple was already at the island we would have it to ourselves. I circled it once and found that, as I had hoped, it was unoccupied.
"Shall we rest a little while on the sand?" I insinuated softly.
"If you want to!" she answered, with a sly smile.
A bit of maneuvering and I quickly had the prow of the boat close against the sandy shore. I jumped out, pulled the small craft up on the beach, and assisted my companion out.
We sat down on the sand. I knew from what she had said about being home early, that we had no time to loose. Placing an arm around her I drew her down so that her head was resting on my lap. I bent over her and as I covered
her mouth with mine I slipped a hand under the edge of her dress, and up between her legs. And a moment later one of my fingers was in-sided the temple.
The road had apparently been traveled already.
"You'e had it before, haven't you, cutie?" I murmured.
"Yes!" she replied shortly, her legs twitching under the effect of my fingering, "Lots of times"
"Who .'. . ?"
"Oh, some boys I know!"
When I put my hand between this girFs legs, I had first inserted a finger in her vegina to see whether the way was "open" and after assuring myself on this point, I withdrew it, and felt for her clitoris, with the intention of exciting it. I found, to my surprise that it was a great deal larger than that of any female I had previously manipulated. Also it was of a different shape. Instead of being a small elongated ridge it was conical in shape and stood up seemingly half an inch or so. Under my touch it became perceptibly firmer. It was like a diminutive little cock and it seemed to me the tip of it must project out between the upper lips of her cunt. Its likeness to a little cock was further apparent as I continued to finger it, for it pulsed and throbbed to the touch, standing out harder and
firmer. Absorbed in this unusual phenomena, I prolonged my digital examination, touching, squeezing, and feeling until my companion, frantic at the extended manipulation, exclaimed:
"I can't stand any more of that! Hurry up and let's do something!''
I straightened up and glanced out over the water. There was still no signs of other boating parties on the lake but the possibility that-some might arrive at an inopportune moment suggested prudency.
"L‹et's go back behind those bushes," I suggested, "so that if anyone comes, they won't see us."
"All right!" she agreed, and jumped to her feet.
We retired to the relative seclusion of a clump of vegetation not far away, and which offered aslight shield from possible observation, there, raising her dress and holding it tucked under her chin, she began unfastening her panties.
As she fingered what seemed to me an interminable number of buttons, I dropped my knees and endeavored to assist in the operation.
Freed, finally, the garment fell to her feet and she kicked it to one side, at the same time twisting the lower part of her dress around her waist. It was a pretty picture, which revealed by the subdued light of a crescent moon as she stood there with her bottom, thighs and legs down to the tops of her silk stockings exposed to my eager eyes.
I was still on my knees before her, when yielding to a sudden impulse, I pressed my mouth to the exposed surface of her stomach, below her navel. The skin was so refreshingly cool and smooth that for some moments I continued ot caress it. Then I became aware of the contact of the softest and finest of silken hair against my chin. And with it came the sudden realization that this was a golden opportunity to try something which had long intrigued my fancy, a rare and precious opportunity, dropped right into my lap by the Gods of chance and good fortune.
My heart leaped with excitement, and without wasting a moment in speculation or deliberation I slipped my arms around her naked bottom, drew her closer, and … pressed my mouth right over her moist little cunt.
As I did so, I felt her hands on my head, trying to push me away.
"What are you trying to do!" she gasped.
But my tongue was already inside the valley.
Up and down between the wet lips it raced pausing finally to centralize its caresses over and around the * odd, tit shaped clitoris. And, as when I had petted it, it responded by stiffening
out and increasing in size. I felt it throb violently each time my tongue passed over it, and my own cock began to jump in sympathy.
I stopped licking it, and getting the tip between my lips commenced to suck it.
" Don't do that!" she gasped again, but there was a strange disparity between her words and actions, for now, instead of trying to shove me away her fingers were entwined in my hair, and she was pulling me to her and at the same time had arched her body forward.
"Don't do … ah! Oh! Ohr! like that! Oh that feels nice! Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't stop! Don't atop "
This clamor aroused me to a perfect frenzy, and I redoubled my efforts, intending to make her have orgasm once this way as quickly as I could, and afterwards, put something bigger and stiffer than my tongue into her.
Suddenly I felt the muscle of her thighs tense, her clutch on my head tightened, I sensed some-hing wet and stricky dripping from my lips and chin, something which seemed to react on my own sensibilities, and before I could rip open the front of my trousers ejaculation was on me and the semen running down inside my clothing.
About this same moment, my companion's legs gave way beneath her, we were in a confused tangle of bodies on the ground, with her on top. We lay still for a few moments panting, and when I recovered from the effects of my involuntary orgasm, I ruefully squeezed out the last few drops from my now willing scepter of pleasure and wiped it off wth my shirt .tail-She pulled her dress down over her naked bottom and stoop up.
"Hurry up!" she urged, "it must be nine-thirty, and my father will come after me."
"Gee! I wanted to do it once the regular way before we went back!" I protested.