Deftly he massaged it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Then he took a long broadside swipe at it with his fully flattened tongue.
Carol squealed in delight, and shook her ass. Hank placed his lips over the mini clit and sucked hard. Carol flexed her ass in response. Hank sucked the little triangle steadily, but gently. Slowly he coaxed it to bloom. As he sucked on it, he flicked the tip with his tongue until it grew hard and stood erect.
By now Carol thought she would go out of her mind. She had grabbed a hunk of grass, with each hand, and was rolling her head back and forth, moaning softly.
Hank stopped for a moment to watch her writhe in the grass. All hot and bothered by his tongue work, she was beginning to learn a new meaning for sex.
"Is it good, my child?" Hank whispered.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, it's good." Carol replied, still writhing in the grass.
"Do you like what I am doing to you?" he queried politely.
"Yes, yes, I love it. I love it!" little Carol al most screamed.
"Has anyone ever sucked your pussy before?" sly Hank inquired of the innocent little girl.
"No, never," she panted her reply.
Hank smiled and looked down at the tight childlike cunt before him. He gave it a lick with his tongue, much as one would lick the icing off of a piece of cake. Carol groaned at the unbelievably sexy sensation.
"Do you think anyone will ever eat your pussy as well as I?" he asked her coyly.
"Never!" she said passionately. "No one could ever eat my pussy the way you are. You're the best! There could never be anyone to do it as well as you ever again. Ever…"
If she was going to say anything more, Hank never gave her the opportunity to do so. He began rimming the opening of her tight hole with the tip of his tongue, sending Carol into the arms of pleasure. She flexed her ass and started rolling her head back and forth in the grass again.
At that point, Hank was no longer concerned with the owner of this delicious desert. He was a man intent on mining cunt juice. He was hungry for it. He was thirsty for it. He had an absolute passion for the thick, creamy, slightly salty, sticky goo.
Quickly he reamed her hole. Then he formed his tongue into a long narrow scoop and went to work. In and out he thrust his tongue, his face shoved up to his nose in her snatch. Time and time again it dove in after the white honey.
Greedily Hank gulped down her thick, fresh cunt juice with a slurping that might have been heard for miles around. He sucked, munched, nibbled, and slurped until the poor girl was almost out of her gord with passion. She had never had a climax before, but she knew something was going to happen… something big.
Mining her honey with his tongue was becoming too slow an operation for Hank. He pulled back and rammed the first two fingers of his right hand into the virginal hole, reaming it out, reaping the harvest its delicate walls yielded so readily. He sucked the stuff from his fingers and dove them back in time and time again. He was totally unaware of the effect it was having on the poor little girl who was about to get her rocks off for the first time.
Hank was snapped out of his impassioned quest for cunt jam when the little thing began screaming out loud, "I'm going crazy! You are driving me crazy! I think my head is going to spin off!"
Hank snapped to attention. This was it. His little, blond teen-aged beauty was going to come.
"Come into my mouth, sweet thing!" he called to her. "Come into my mouth!" He put his mouth around her quivering hole and began tonguing her with the full length of his tongue, fast and sure. With his right hand he manipulated her clit.
Carol screamed, moaned and bucked like a baby bronco. She knew that if she didn't find release from this unbearable pleasure soon, she would go mad!
"I'm coming!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, digging her fingernails into the dirt. "I'm coming!"
Hank pulled his tongue out then rammed it in so far and so hard it ached. Carol screamed and her whole body convulsed.
Hank had a mental orgasm as he felt the inner walls of her vagina quake with a series of muscular contractions around his artful tongue. It was heaven!
When little Carol's spasms began to subside, he sucked on the flexing hole, drawing every drop of honey out, until he had sucked her dry and the last little bit of her fragrant secretion had trickled down his jaded palate.
When it was over, Hank leaned back on his haunches with his eyes closed and asked softly, "Wasn't that just fantastic; didn't you really like it?"
CHAPTER SIX
"Yeah, I loved it," growled a deep masculine voice sarcastically. "Now are you going to tell me what you want, Mac, or do I have to knock your ass out of the way so paying customers can get in here!"
Hank froze, then cautiously opened his eyes and found himself nose to nose with a surly, unshaven face that he quickly realized belonged to one of the food stand attendants.
"Did you hear me, Bud?" the unpleasant person said loudly and menacingly. "Yes, yes…" Hank mumbled trying to snap back to reality. "Ahhh, give me a hot dog."
"And?" the man prompted unceremoniously.
"Oh, yes, ahhh… a Coke," Hank replied, and then wondered why he had said it. He hated Cokes. But he knew he wouldn't change his order. He'd get a Coke, and he would drink it. "Oh well," he sighed.
Totally deflated, Hank trudged back to his spot on the beach. The shore was packed with people. When he spotted his striped towel, delineating the 4 by 6 spot of sand that was his, he somehow felt a bit reassured. He was smart to have come out early and staked his claim to that small bit of sand. He dropped onto his towel and began thoughtfully licking the mustard off of the hot dog. What the fuck do I care about that jerk at the stand? he asked himself. So damned smart, making fun of people, ordering them around.
The truth was that the stand attendant had made him feel insecure and vulnerable again. Probably it was because he had been so high from having given that little girl such a big thrill. He didn't even have to do it with his cock. He had done it with his tongue.
He had brought her to a howling orgasm with nothing but his expertise with his tongue. Just imagine what would have happened if he had shoved his rod into her! Ha, he thought smugly to himself, it's a good thing I didn't, probably would have given her a heart attack from pleasure. It was bad enough on her as it was, he fantasized.
But he still felt a little deflated, because he knew it was only a daydream. He'd been on the beach all day and no girl had made a pass at him yet. Not a real one, that is.
The day is only half over, he told himself and everyone knows girls don't get feeling really sexy until the sun begins to drop on the horizon.
Sure, he could go after a girl, but he wasn't going to. It was important that one come after him. After all, that's what it was all about.
He knew he would never get his sense of manhood back until some beautiful girl came after him. Then he'd know that all wasn't lost, and he could begin putting the pieces of his life back together again. He'd be a MAN again.
He'd show that lousy cunt of an ex-wife of his what a man was! What the hell was it she had called him when he had accused her of being unfaithful? "A limp prick", that's what she'd called him!
He'd caught her in bed with another man and called her a whore. She had laughed at him and said he was enough to drive any woman into the arms of the first man that came along… "You and your limp prick!" That's what she had said, right in front of her lover, "you and your limp prick!" The words rang in his ears. He'd never been the same since. Just because he had begun drinking and once in a while had had a little trouble getting it up.