The little girl closed her eyes with a sigh, and waited for whatever was going to happen. Hank breathed softly in her ear, just to give her a hint of the pleasure to come.
Gently he stroked her little tummy. It was so smooth that he moved down and began caressing it with his tongue. The little girl shivered with delight. The tip of Hank's tongue located her tiny navel and gently explored it.
Almost as if it were an afterthought, the little girl suddenly whispered, "My name is Carol."
Hank looked up from her stomach and gazed past the small rounds of her blossoming breasts to her little face. He noted with satisfaction the tiny smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
"That's a lovely name," he acknowledged graciously.
"Thank you," she said, obviously pleased. After a moment's hesitation she added, "Do continue, please."
Hank obliged. He flattened his tongue and bathed her stomach with his saliva. With each lick, he moved closer and closer to the top of Carol's green, string bikini bottom.
As he closed in on it, he gently placed his experienced fingers into the elasticized top, resting just over her hip bones. Slowly he eased it down over her small hips, anointing each newly bared inch of smooth skin. When the first few blond cunt hairs appeared, he let loose of the bikini.
With the tip of his tongue he flicked through the tender little hairs. He would catch one every now and then in his lips and give it a playful tug. Carol giggled. He knew he was getting her turned on. He was getting turned on himself.
When he had finished playing with the top ridge of her cunt hairs, Hank hooked his fingers into Carol's bikini bottom and eased it down further, his tongue following its progress. Just before he had completely uncovered her little box, he leaned back on his haunches to watch the last bit of the unveiling.
The baby-blond hair on Carol's box was so fine, Hank could see the rosy pink skin of her fleshy mound of venus shining through. He thought of the fleshy lips of her cunt, and the feel of her innocent little clit growing erect and hard under the expert work of his tongue. He almost drooled with expectant pleasure.
What a delight this child was! So clean, so fresh, so pure. And by fractions of an inch at a time he eased down the bikini until the desirable little blond triangle came fully into view.
Ah, thought Hank to himself, could any cunt be so tiny, look so new? But then it was just as he had imagined it would be, and he quietly complimented himself. He had proven again his skill at judging women — or girls — as the case might be.
"My dear Carol," Hank cooed at the supine child. "May I say you have a superb pussy."
"Awww," said little Carol bashfully. "You're just kidding me."
"No, indeed, child," Hank refuted! "I am quite serious. You have a most edible pussy. A feast fit for a king."
"Nawww," the girl protested modestly.
"Oh yes," suave Hank assured her most earnestly. "It is truly a delightful little tidbit. Here, I shall kiss it for you."
Hank leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her cunt hair at the apex of her clit.
"Oh, that was nice," Carol bubbled. "Do it again, please!"
Hank kissed her on the cunt again. Then, satisfied with how things were going, and anxious to get down to the meat of the thing, he deftly removed her bikini bottom entirely and dropped it into the grass beside her ass. Then he leaned back and studied the half-naked body lying in the grass before him.
She was delicately sculptured, a little thing. A fragile little piece of porcelain. Baby-blond hair framing her heart-shaped face, narrow sloping shoulders, breasts like two budding miniature melons, thin waist, narrow hips, and thin but carefully shaped legs ending in a lovely pair of delicate feet.
Hank took both of her feet, one in each hand, and lifted them to his mouth. Playfully he nibbled Carol's toes. She laughed and wiggled them in delight. Then, slowly, Hank moved her feet apart, spreading her legs so that he could get a full view of her glorious blond cunt.
As he moved her legs further apart, the v-shaped gap at her crotch widened to reveal her miniature clit.
His mouth watered, and he quickly positioned himself between her outstretched legs, cupped his hands around the mounds of her ass, and raised her cunt to his mouth.
Carol was equally excited. Oh, the wonder of the things this sexy suave man was doing to her! She could hardly wait to feel what would happen next. He was so different from the awkward, groping boys of her own age.
She had never let them fuck her or anything like that, but she had let them touch her breasts. And they had just pawed at her and gotten all excited and begun grabbing at her crotch, fumbling around… UGH!
They were so disgusting that she made them quit. She wanted someone to do some thing really pleasurable to her, but those boys always made it seem so ugly. When they fumbled around like that they turned her off faster than they turned her on.
She always thought sex should be some thing soft and luxurious, beautifully sensuous. She always thought it should be just the way it was right now. She loved the way this older man was handling her body, caressing it softly and lovingly, making her feel sexy by degrees, her temperature rising slowly but steadily. He was making her feel just the way she always dreamed a man could make her feel. He was good, really good!
Hank, totally unaware of the silent compliment being paid him by this lovely little nymph, buried his face in her box and inhaled. The dean fragrance of her female musk was glorious! He filled his lungs with her sweet cunt scent. He nuzzled her box gently, then pulled out and started to work. But then who could call such a pleasurable undertaking work?
Carol waited expectantly. At last she felt Hank's tongue sizzle up the inside of her left thigh. It thrilled her! He went over the same ground again. This time he used short strokes followed by a long one, using the flat of his wet tongue.
Hank always liked to work slowly, to start at the periphery and work his way slowly to the main object of his lust: lush pussy. He was a muff diver of the highest order. He knew how to build a girl's sexual desires from placid indifference to flaming passion. There were times when he thought he preferred cunt sucking to fucking. And there were times when he knew for sure that he did, and this was one of those times. After all, it wasn't often you got a hold of such a sweet, fresh little morsel as this. He turned his attention again to the inside of Carol's right thigh.
When he had done with the long strokes, he moved up closer to the blonde beauty's cunt and tickled the slender piece of muscle and tendon in the v-shaped valley between her cunt and her inner thigh. As he flicked the hard tip of his tongue over it, it filled Carol with a sensation she had never felt before. She wiggled with pleasure.
"Oh, you're so good!" she whispered in admiration. Hank moved over to the same muscle and tendon on the left side and repeated the little pleasuring. Turning his head a little sideways, he extended his wet caresses along to the outside of her soft labia.
Then he moved back and prepared for the main assault on her trembling cunt. Loading his tongue with saliva, Hank fucked it up her slit, full-length, from stem to stern.
"Ohhhhhhh," Carol softly moaned, happily.
Hank smiled and went back to work over the territory again, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into the valley of her slit.
Carol shivered with ecstasy; she had never felt anything so marvelous. She loved the way he was massaging her private parts with his expert tongue.
But she wasn't the only one who was enjoying it. Hank reveled in the sweetness of her sugary musky scent. Her juices were beginning to flow a little. He could pick up just the hint of their sticky sweetness as the tip of his tongue passed over her open hole.
He wanted those juices to really flow, so that when it got time for him to tongue-fuck her, he could scoop out that thick, creamy goodness and savor it in his mouth like an epicurean delight. His tongue flicked up to the apex of her slit.