The little girl was bleeding from between her legs. Yes, she was having her very first period. She dipped her finger into her cunt.
She was squatting over the toilet with her thighs apart. She pulled a reddened finger from her cunt and then held that finger to her nose.
She sniffed it and then impulsively licked it clean. She was becoming a woman. Her tits had already begun to sprout. They were going to be big juicy tits-there could be no doubt about that.
The little girl could tell that she was now a woman and she was old enough to fuck. She was old enough to take cock meat up her cunt.
She was old enough to take boners up her asshole-but mostly she thought about being old enough to suck cock, because that was what she wanted to do most of all!
CHAPTER ONE
"Oooooh, Daddy, I can see you taking a pee," Tina said.
"You shouldn't spy on your Daddy when he's in the bathroom."
"You left the door open, Daddy," Tina said demurely.
"Well, you go out in the hall now and shut the door behind you."
"Uh uh, Daddy. I want to stand here and watch you pee."
"No, sweetheart. That's not a nice thing for a little girl to do."
"But I'm not a nice little girl. I'm a naughty little girl."
"Yes, I can see that. Maybe you ARE old enough to watch," Daddy said.
"Gee, Daddy. Thanks. I will just kneel here by the sink."
"Make sure you get a good view. See? I am making bubbles in the potty."
"Are all guys as big as you are, Daddy?" Tina inquired curiously.
"No, sweetheart. I guess I am exceptional," Daddy said.
"You sure do have a big one, Daddy. How big is it?" she asked. "Right now about seven inches, but it gets bigger," Daddy said.
"I'll bet it does. I'll bet it gets stiffer and harder too."
"How did you know about that, sweetheart, at your age?" Daddy asked.
"I know all about the birds and the bees, Daddy. I know all about pleasure."
"Well, your mother had better not hear us talking about this."
"She tied one on last night, Daddy," Tina said nonchalantly.
"True, she'll probably be asleep till three this afternoon."
"That gives you and me plenty of time to play naughty games, Daddy."
"What sort of games are you talking about, sweetheart?" Daddy asked.
"You know what I mean. Adult games," Tina said with a girlish giggle.
"You are too young to play many adult games," Daddy said.
"If I am old enough to bleed, I am old enough to fuck."
"Oh? Is that what the neighborhood boys tell you?" Daddy asked.
"No, Daddy. I decided that, myself," Tina said, her eyes wide. She loved the way the piss looked as it came out of the little hole at the tip of her Daddy's pecker.
"Well, I don't think you are old enough to fuck," Daddy said.
"Awwww, gee. And I get such an ache in my cunt too."
"Well, you are going to have to find a boy your own age for that."
"Why, Daddy? Why can't you be the one to pop my cherry?"
"Because I am too big. I would tear you apart if I did it."
"It might be worth it," the little girl said, breathing hard.
"Don't talk like that. You don't want to bite off more than you can chew."
"But there must be something we can do," Tina said urgently.
"You could always-uh-suck my cock," Daddy said sweetly.
"Ooooh, Daddy! It's as if you read my mind," Tina exclaimed.
"I guess I have developed a sudden case of E.S.P. or something."
"You always were clairvoyant, Daddy," Tina giggled happily.
Daddy's bladder was empty. He jiggled his prick and shook the last few drops of piss off of his prick and into the yellow water in the toilet bowl below.
He flushed.
Then he turned to face his daughter. Daddy was dressed only in pajamas. His shirt was unbuttoned, baring his hairy chest. His bottoms were quickly tugged all the way down to his ankles.
Daddy stepped out of them.
The older man pulled the pajama tops back over his shoulders and then completely off. He tossed the flannel shirt aside carelessly-without even bothering to turn his head to see where it landed.
It ended up in the tub.
Daddy stood before his little girl as naked as the day he was born. He stood with both of his large feet on the bathmat beside the white porcelain tub.
Tina knelt directly in front of him.
She found that his cock and balls were just about at head level when she knelt in front of him. She wouldn't have to stretch or stoop to get at his private parts with either her hand or her mouth.
Her mouth was watering.
The little girl could feel her salivary gland working overtime. She discovered that she had to swallow more frequently than usual-just to keep from drooling.
Her nipples were hard.
The little girl was wearing a skimpy pink nightie that barely covered her ass even when she was standing up. The material was so thin that it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Her pussy was swollen.
The man was standing with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart-and that was saying something. Daddy had extremely broad shoulders.
He was very big.
Daddy had his chin tilted upward proudly. His shoulders were back and his chest was puffed out. It was obvious that his manly and incestuous passion was having an effect on his respiratory system.
He was panting.
His breaths were getting constantly shorter and closer together. He was panting like a wild jungle beast in heat. Daddy knew that it wouldn't be very long at all before he felt and sounded as if he were purposefully attempting to hyperventilate himself.
His heart raced.
His heart was pounding so hard that soon there would be a frightening moment or two when he would fear his ticker was going to pound its way right out of his chest.
He sucked in his belly.
His stomach was usually a flat plain of crisscrossed muscle. He sucked it in so that the base of his rib-cage became visible. His tummy became concave.
He arched his back.
The man then bent slightly at the knees and postured himself so that his masculinely sloped loins-and therefore his aroused genitalia-were out in front of the rest of his body.
His muscles tensed.
Daddy could feel various muscles throughout his body starting to tense up on him involuntarily. He found that he was having a constantly increasing difficulty in keeping his hips still.
He began to gyrate.
He began to writhe. The involuntary tension in Daddy's muscles was most noticeable of all in the cheeks of Iris small firm ass. The little girl ran the tip of her pink tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them.
Her breasts felt swollen.
But this was only an illusion created by her sexually aroused nervous-system. Her breasts were actually the same size. Only her nipples had grown larger.
Her pussy was wet.
The little girl could feel the glands up inside her virginal cunt starting to secrete their natural lubrication. She was lubricating herself for an incestuous fuck that was never to be. She was willing-but her Daddy said she was too little to have her cherry popped.
Maybe he was right.
But if he was, she wished the ache in her cunt would go away. It seemed unfair that nature had given her a desire she couldn't do anything about.
She didn't want to lose her cherry to a school boy.
Tina had heard about little girls who had lost their virginity to teenaged boys with stale beer on their breath in the back seat of somebody's car.
She didn't want it to be like that for her. No, not at all.
The little girl wanted her first fuck to be from an experienced lover-from a man who was familiar with the ways of pleasuring a woman.
Someone just like her Daddy, Tina thought silently to herself.
"Ooooh, Daddy, I hope it fits inside my mouth," Tina said.
"I think it will," Daddy said, sizing up the situation.
"Are you saying that I have a big mouth, Daddy?" she asked.
"No, I'm saying that your mouth is just big enough," he said.
"Oh. I'll bet I have to open up further than ever before," she said.
"With the possible exception of when you go to the dentist," he said.
"All I have to do is pretend that I am seeing your cock for the first time and my mouth drops open automatically," Tina said with a giggle.
"You are a funny girl. Actually you aren't a little girl anymore, are you?"
" Nope, and I'm not a woman either. Only getting fucked can make me a woman."
"I hope you aren't too disappointed, just getting to suck my cock and all."
"Not too disappointed. Actually I'm thrilled. It's better than nothing."
"Are you going to want me to shoot my come in your mouth?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. I'm dying to find out what your come tastes like."
"Ummmmm, I can feel an ache starting in my balls now, sweetheart."
"I can see your cock head and shaft getting harder and thicker."
"Pretty soon my cock head is going to defy gravity" he said.
"I can't wait to see that. I want to see your cock like a pole!"
"Just touch it a little. That's it. That'll make it grow."
Tina reached up with her right hand and made an "O" around his cock head with her thumb and forefinger. She slid her fingers up and down the shaft of his cock. She reached up with her left hand and tickled lightly at his balls a little bit with the fleshy part of her fingertips.
She pushed her head forward, lowering it a bit. She pulled her hair back over her ears and back over her shoulders so it would be out of her face and out of her way. The man had a full-fledged erection by this time. His cock was sticking straight out from his masculinely sloped loins. His dick was standing at attention like a good soldier. The tip of his prick was snapping upward toward his belly-the tip aiming for a spot several inches above his hairy belly button. The entire length of his cock was bobbing up and down as if the base were attached to his loins via a tightly hinged spring.
"Ummmm, that feels so good," Daddy said with a smile of bliss.
"I don't want to make you squirt before I get you in my mouth."
"Don't worry."
"I won't?"
"Nope."
The little girl didn't want to just give her Daddy a blow job, she wanted to give him a thorough oral pleasuring. She had read more than a couple porno books in the recent past-so she had a very good idea what was expected of her. She knew that there was more to this than just sucking cock. His thighs and balls were in need of pleasuring as well. She began to kiss and lick and nibble at the insides of her father's thighs. His hips moved in sensuous circles with a greater urgency than before. His balls felt very swollen-they felt as if they were at least twice their normal size. It had been many years since Tina's mother had been able to make Tina's father feel this horny. Daddy could tell right then and there that his little girl was going to grow up and be a very talented lover.
She kissed and licked and nibbled at his inner thighs all the way from his slightly bent knees to spots extremely close to the base of his scrotum-the wrinkled sack that held Daddy's swollen balls.
Tina allowed her loving father to feel some of her hot, moist breath on the base of his scrotal sac, but that was about it. She did not make direct contact with his testicles. Not yet. She was teasing him. He was panting very hard and she couldn't help but notice that he was moaning and groaning with more than a little urgency. He was making a frantic exclamation of anticipatory lust with each of his rapid exhales. His moans and groans were getting steadily louder and higher in pitch. The little girl could tell that they were getting louder because his passion was mounting. She could tell that his exclamations of incestuous pleasure were rising in ' pitch because the muscles in his neck were tensed. Those tensed muscles were squeezing at his baritone voice box, thus altering the product of his vocal cords. His face was getting red, as red as a beet, and his facial features were starting to contort from the intensity of the pleasure he was already experiencing. And the little girl had only just begun.
Then Tina allowed her own panting breath to beat upon Daddy's dangling scrotal sack. She then parted her fleshy, tingling wet lips. She allowed her tongue to protrude as far as she could possibly get it.
She stuck her tongue out so far that she could feel a tugging down by the roots, down by her hyperactive salivary gland at the base of her mouth. She concentrated on making the tip of her tongue as pointy as possible. She then touched the tip of her tongue to her father's scrotal sack and began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly. "Ummmm," he said. "Feel good?"
"Very."
"I'm glad."
"It's getting better."
"Should I lick harder."
"OH YES!"
"Shhh, Daddy."
"Don't wanna wake up Mommy!" ' No way!"
Tina simply LOVED the way her father's throbbing balls felt against the tip of her tongue. She started out licking softly but steadily increased the pressure as she went along. It wasn't very long at all before she was lapping at his balls eagerly and enthusiastically. She was licking with the flat part of her tongue, and she didn't stop until the entire sack was wet and shiny from the sweet spittle that had spilled from her steamy mouth.
The man could feel his silver seed heating up on him. The man's jism-swimming anxiously around his swollen testicles as if it wanted to get the hell out of there-was approaching the boiling point.
The man could feel a tickle of manly sexual anticipation forming at the base of his cock shaft-where his cock and balls came together.
He could tell that that little tickle could do nothing but increase in intensity as long as his sweet daughter was going down on him, kneeling before him.
Daddy knew that that tickle was going to grow until it was no longer a tickle at all-but rather a raging comet-like fireball of sexy anxiety.
It would be at that point that Daddy would know his libido had reached the point of no return, that his orgasm had reached the point of inevitability. It would be then that the man would know his incestuous passion had reached the saturation point. The little girl pulled her tongue away from his balls and puckered her preciously pink lips. She blew cool air onto his hot balls. This made the man shiver violently-as if he were trying to shake himself right out of his skin. He could feel the entire surface area of his body becoming covered with a thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh while the little hairs at the nape of his neck just below the base of his skull stood on end, just like his cock.
The little girl could tell that the man's bobbing cock was going to get in her way as she pleasured his balls. She reached up with her right hand and placed the fleshy part of her fingertips on the underside of his cock shaft. She simply loved the way her father's tool of masculinity felt as it pulsated against her sexually sensitized fingertips. She pushed upward, and she didn't stop pushing upward until the head of his cock was pinned against his belly several inches above his hairy belly button.
"Suck," Daddy said.
"Your cock?"
"My balls."
"You want them sucked hard?"
"No, you could hurt me that way. Suck gently."
"Okie-dokie," she said.
"Ahhhh, that's perfect," he said.
He snapped back his head and turned his handsome face toward the ceiling of the bathroom. He couldn't see the ceiling, however. His eyes were shut tightly.
His facial features contorted.
His eyes were closed so tightly that the lids were wrinkled. His eyelashes were crushed against the base of his bone eye sockets.
His back teeth were clenched desperately together-so desperately that his jaw had begun to ache. But Daddy was hardly aware of the slight discomfort in his lower face. It was next to nothing-all but insignificant,-compared to the roaring pleasure he was experiencing down below.
Still, his jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding. His lips were stretched back taut across his front teeth.
As his lips stretched in this manner his facial expression contorted itself into a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace, Tina noticed, glancing up.
She had concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft before sucking his right nut. She had made sure her lips were curled over her pearly white and perfectly straight teeth so she would not risk inadvertently biting him.
She wrapped her softened lips around his ball and sucked gently-creating a subtle vacuum inside her oral cavity. She hollowed her cheeks only slightly.
She kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times. She licked and sucked at his nut simultaneously. She did this for a long time before pulling her mouth away from his dangling scrotal sack.
"Now do the other one, do the other nut," he said.
He was so out of breath by this time that he was spitting out his words as if they were so many watermelon seeds. Soon he would be breathing so hard that it would seem as if he were hardly breathing at all. He was sweating. The hot perspiration of his incestuous sexual exertion was oozing from each and every pore on his body.
His skin was slick.
Shiny.
He smelled like a man! Tina liked that. Her nostrils flared.
She sucked at his second ball just as long as she had sucked at his first. The little girl then pulled her mouth away from his scrotal sack for the last time. She raised her left hand. She turned her left palm upward, so that it was facing the ceiling of the upstairs bathroom.
She curled her fingers at the knuckles and placed the fleshy part of her fingertips on the underside of the wrinkled and bloated sack. She wiggled her fingertips sexily and fondled his swollen glands of manhood in this fashion. Then she opened her fingers apart as far as she could get them and pushed her palm up under his scrotum. She could feel her middle finger pushing into the cleavage between his ass cheeks. She could tell that the tip of her left middle finger was only a millimeter or two a away from the mucous membranes at the mouth of Daddy's asshole. She began to squeeze his scrotum rhythmically.
She squeezed once for each beat of her Daddy's racing heart.
In this manner the criminally young teenager simulated the natural throbbing her father was experiencing own in his aching balls. His balls felt like a pair of sterno globs that had been recently lit. His nuts were on fire. His balls felt as if they were filled with about a thousand hornets-each and every one of whom were prepared to sting him at the same time. But they were going to sting him with pleasure rather than with pain.
The little girl knew that it was time to pleasure him where he needed it most of all-on his prick.
She once again parted her lips and allowed the tip of her pink tongue to protrude as far as possible.
She made the tip of her tongue as pointy as it could get it and placed it on the underside of his cock shaft.
She touched her Daddy's dick with her tongue at the very base of his cock shaft on the underside, where his dick and balls came together. Although the little girl didn't know it-she was touching him right where he was experiencing that ever-growing tickle of manly sexual anxiety.
She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth. She held his balls more snugly than before in her left palm-but still nowhere near tightly enough to risk hurting him. The very last thing the criminally young teenager wanted to do at that moment was cause her Daddy even the slightest twinge of pain.
His moans were very loud.
They echoed off the tiled walls of the upstairs bathroom.
The little girl straightened her back and licked slowly up the underside of his stiffened cock shaft-moving her tongue tip closer and closer to his cock head, where she instinctively knew his nerve-endings would be most sensitive of all. She licked upward steadily until she got to the fleslly patch of tissue just below the head of his cock, just below the groove in the underside of his cock head-the groove that made Daddy's bulbous purple glans greatly resemble a ripe plum.
She could tell that this was a magic spot, where his erogenous nerve-endings were clustered particularly densely. His entire body jerked when her tongue tip found that spot-so she allowed her tongue to linger there.
Then she ran the tip of her tongue right up the groove on the underside of his purple cock head-and she didn't stop until her tongue was actually touching the little hole at the tip of his pecker. She loosened the pressure on the underside of his cock shaft with her right fingertips a little bit-just enough for his cock head to come away from his belly about an inch. That gave her room to lick the man's entire glans with her busy pink tongue. She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the swollen lips astride his urethra for a moment. Then she rather lazily licked at his cock head with the sides of her tongue-and she didn't stop until his entire cock head was wet and shiny from the spittle that spilled from her mouth.
"I'm so hot," Daddy exclaimed.
"What now?" she asked.
"Suck," he said.
"Your cock?"
"Yes, dear God, yes!" Daddy said.
"Okay!" she said eagerly.
And so the little girl removed her right fingertips from the underside of his cock shaft completely. She was forced to draw back with her head and shoulders quickly to avoid being slapped in the face with his cock meat.
She reached up with her right hand once again and made a fist around the base of his dick. She steadied his pole with her hand and used that delicate paw to aim the tip of his prick at her puffy and tingling mouth.
She gave his cock several playful squeezes. Daddy's dick meat was so thicks that her fingers only barely made it around the shaft. Her fingertips were grazing the heel of her right palm.
She concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her face. She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose. This would be a necessity before long.
Soon, she knew, her mouth was going to be filled with throbbing cock meat. Her Daddy's throbbing cock meat! It was like a dream come true for the little girl. Her nostrils flared wildly as she snorted air into her sinuses and then deep down into her lungs.
She worked her jaw from side to side a little bit-just to get the kinks out of the hinges. Then she dropped her jaw as low as she could get it. Her mouth fell gaping open.
Her jaw dropped so low that it threatened to lock in the open position. Her jaw dropped so low that it began to ache a little bit-but Tina tried not to pay any attention to this. She tried to push her personal discomfort into the back of her head, as far as she could get it from her stream-of-consciousness. She tried to think exclusively of the pleasure she was giving. Her mouth opened so far that the skin at the corners of her lips stretched taut. . She once again made sure that her lips were curled over her pearly white teeth so she would not risk biting him as she sucked. She then pushed forward with her head and shoulders. She took the entire head of her father's cock inside her mouth.
She began to suck.
There was nothing cute or subtle about the way she sucked-as there had been when she was sucking at his balls just a few moments before.
She sucked as hard as she could.
She squeezed at his cock and balls in sync with one another. Almost all of Daddy's muscles were tensing up on him involuntarily by this time.
She correctly assumed that she wasn't going to have to suck him for very long to make him come. She could tell that his horniness was already very close to the saturation point. The man could feel his molten lava being sucked up out of his scrotal sack and into the base of his cock as his internal volcano came closer and closer to inevitable eruption.
She pumped up and down on the shaft of his prick with her right fist. He began to snap his loins forward, and the little girl found that she had to be increasingly agile with her head and shoulders to keep her loving father from ramming his cock meat right down her throat. She could feel even more blood than before pumping into the head of his dick, and still the damn thing did not explode from its intense internal pressure. Tina would not have believed it were possible unless she had felt it for herself. She had originally intended to lick and suck at his cock at the same time-but she quickly found that this was impossible. The head of her father's bulbous cock was so thick that her tongue was hopelessly pinned to the bottom of her mouth, down by her hyperactive salivary gland. The little girl had her lips wrapped desperately around the ring of scar tissue around the very top of his cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his cock head. She hollowed her smooth cheeks deeply with the intense vacuum she was creating. She made wet sloppy noises with her mouth as she pleasured him to the best of his ability. The additional size of his cock head forced her jaw open further than before-so far now, in fact, that the criminally young teenager half-expected to hear the bones in her face cracking at any second.
Then all of the man's muscles tensed. He began to shiver. She could feel the head of his cock beginning to convulse against the inside of her mouth. She could feel the shaft of his prick convulsing against her right palm and the insides of her tightly curled fingers. Indeed, the little girl was squeezing her father's cock so tightly by this time that each and every one of her knuckles had turned white.
"OH GOD! YES! TINA! TINA! YOU COCKSUCKER YOU! COCKSUCKER! COCKSUCKER! UMMM! SO GOOD! SUCK IT! SUCK MY COCK! SUCK THAT BIG FAT COCK FOR DADDY! YES! MAKE IT JIZZ! MAKE THE COME SPURT RIGHT INTO YOUR MOUTH! DRINK IT DOWN!" Daddy screamed at the top of his lungs. Then his mouth fell open and he let out an animalistic howling noise. There was nothing remotely human about the sound Daddy made at that moment.
The little girl tried to prepare herself mentally for what was about to happen. But there was no way she could have prepared herself-for she didn't really know what to expect.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!" Daddy hollered.
He howled like a wolf. He sounded as if he were paying homage to an invisible full moon. The little girl would not have been surprised if hair had come sprouting from her father's handsome kisser at that moment. He really did sound as if he had been magically and suddenly stricken with a case of lycanthropy.
He sounded as if he were about to turn into a werewolf. The little girl felt as if she were sucking out the last of Daddy's civilized soul along with his juicy come.
Then he began to squirt.
It didn't take the teenager very long at all to figure out that there was going to be a hell of a lot more silver seed than she had anticipated.
She tried desperately-and in the end futilely-to keep all of Daddy's come inside her mouth. She puffed out her cheeks so that she looked as if she had suddenly developed severe case of the mumps. She began to swallow hard and fast immediately.
But there was no way she could hold all of the jism inside her oral cavity-though she did give it the old college try. Her mouth was simply too little-and there was too much man come!
She could feel the jism oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth. The come rolled hotly and thickly down onto her chin where she could feel it beginning to cool and coagulate with its exposure to the fresh air.
Some of the come remained on her chin while some dripped off.
CHAPTER TWO
"Golly, Uncle Christopher, it sure is nice of you to give me a ride home from school," Tina said. Uncle Christopher was not really her uncle.
He was a friend of Daddy's. They worked together. Tina wasn't exactly sure why, but she knew Daddy wanted Christopher to be his friend very badly.
Tina correctly assumed that a lot rode on Uncle Christopher's friendship, as far as Daddy was concerned, so Tina went out of her way to be nice to the man.
And Uncle Christopher, in turn, had always done his best to be nice to Daddy and Uncle Christopher. Tina wasn't sure how she fit in.
She was very thankful when Uncle Christopher, it being his week off, arranged to ride Tina home from school in his luxury automobile.
This was a big favor to Tina, as her high school was three miles from home, an hour walk, and the school bus had stopped running because of budget cuts.
"It's nothing. I look forward to opportunities to be alone with you, Tina," Uncle Christopher said. Tina instinctively slid closer to him in the front seat.
"Gee, me too, Uncle Christopher. I just wish that we got to see each other more than a few minutes each day. By the time the conversation gets rolling we are home and you drop me off."
"Maybe you would like to some place. I could buy you a milkshake or something," Uncle Christopher said. Tina concurred that that was a swell idea.
Over milk shakes at the local malt shop Uncle Christopher began to look at the little girl in a way he had never looked at her before.
Tina could tell right away that the older man was flirting with her. She was surprised that he didn't get one milk shake with two straws.
"You know, I think you are a beautiful girl," Uncle Christopher said.
"I think you are very handsome also," Tina said, cocking her head a bit.
"Sometimes I wish you were older. I wish you were a woman."
"I keep forgetting that you are a bachelor, Uncle Christopher."
"It's true. I am a bachelor-a bachelor with needs."
"I wish I was older too. Of course, I'm not without talents."
"So your father tells me," Uncle Christopher said-referring innocently to Tina's piano lessons.
"HE TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT? About how I suh-" Tina stopped.
"This is interesting. Tell me more, Tina," Uncle Christopher said.
"I guess you know what I was going to say, huh?" Tina said.
Her face became very hot, and the little girl could tell that she was turning as red as a beet.
"You said that you went down on your father, didn't you?"
"Yes, but don't tell him I confessed. I should have known he wouldn't-"
Tina began to cry. Uncle Christopher pulled out his white, embroidered handkerchief from his breast pocket.
"There, there, there, there is nothing to cry about. I'm not going to tell. Not as long as I get mine."
"That gets me back to my original point-that I am not entirely without talents and all," Tina said.
Her crying had stopped. A brightness had returned to her face. Uncle Christopher knew the truth about her and her Daddy-and he understood.
Tina tried to ignore the fact that Uncle Christopher had threatened to blow the whistle on her if she didn't suck off his cock. She didn't like to think that she was about to give a blow job to a blackmailer-although she knew deep down inside that that was what it amounted to.
"Let's finish our milk shakes," Uncle Christopher said.
"Where do you want your cock sucked, Uncle Christopher?"
"I thought we might go out and do it in the car," he said.
"That would be fun. We can go to a parking lot and get in the back."
"Precisely what I had in mind, my dear," he said. They were sitting on opposite sides of the table. Tina rubbed her little shoes against his calves. The criminally young teenager intentionally dropped a fork she wasn't using and bent down under the table to pick it up. She had the naughtiest expression Uncle Christopher had ever seen as she dipped her head under the table and out of sight.
The little girl ran her fingertips up and down the insides of his thighs beneath the table. She came very close to touching the bulge at the crotch of her trousers when he stopped her.
"Not here."
"Why not?"
"Too risky."
"I like risk!"
'I'll bet you do."
"Out in the car?"
"Yes, Tina."
And so Tina climbed out from beneath the table and finished her milk shake noisily. She made loud slurpy sounds as she sucked bubbles from the bottom up through the straw.
"Let's go," Uncle Christopher said urgently. He removed his jacket and draped it across his lap. He was going to have to carry his jacket in front of him as they left the malt shop. The bulge in the crotch of his pants was quite visible.
'I'm right behind you," Tina said They went out to his car and parked in a nearby parking lot. They got out and got into the back. The man stretched himself out on the backseat. He was breathing very hard.
"Ummmmm, you are getting hard," Tina said. She knelt on the floor in front of the back seat. The luxury automobile had plenty of room in the back there for fucking and sucking. This was not the first time that Uncle Christopher had used the back seat of his car for just such a purpose.
The little girl ran her hand up and down the insides of his thighs once again-and this time she did not pull away before tickling his balls.
"We won't have to tell your father about this, will we?" Uncle Christopher said, sitting up for a moment and speaking to the little girl in a stern voice.
"Gee, I would think you would WANT him to know," Tina said, showing a keener awareness of human nature than Uncle Christopher had given her credit for.
"No, I don't want him to know, and we are not going to tell, are we?" Uncle Christopher said, raising a single eyebrow high up on his forehead.
"No, Uncle Christopher. Mum is the word," Tina said.
"Touch me more, Tina, you can't believe how good it feels."
"It's like the yellow pages," Tina said with a girlish giggle.
"How's that?" Uncle Christopher inquired in a whisper.
"I let my fingers do the walking," Tina said. She had ants in her pants.
"And your mouth, and your tongue," Uncle Christopher added.
"ESPECIALLY my tongue, Uncle Christopher," Tina said with twinkling eyes.
"Take down my pants and suck me. I need it so bad," he said.
"Do you want me to tongue and suck your balls too, Uncle Christopher?"
"No thank you, sweetheart. Let's get down to the nitty-gritty."
"Okie-dokie," the beautiful teenager exclaimed eagerly.
"This is so good. I can't believe this is happening," he said.
"Fairy tales can come true, Uncle Christopher. Lift your ass."
As the man hefted his buttocks from the back seat of his luxury automobile the little girl hitched down his pants and his underwear simultaneously.
His cock came flopping out of his pants and fell onto his soft, fleshy belly. The tip of the cock pointed at Uncle Christopher's handsome face.
The tip of his cock was bouncing up and down on his tummy urgently-and Tina discovered that she couldn't look at his bobbing cock without thinking how much it looked as if it were doing some sort of modern dance. His balls were obviously quite swollen and his scrotal sack appeared to be full.
She opened his shirt and rubbed his belly. She ran her tiny fingers through the hair on his chest, his belly, his abdomen, his loins!!!
"Ohhhh," Uncle Christopher moaned, closing his eyes.
"Feel good?" Tina said, making a purring sound inside her throat.
"The head of my cock is going to explode," Uncle Christopher said.
"I probably won't have to suck the big guy too long, huh?"
"It's liable to squirt the first time you touch it, Tina."
"Oh, I bet you can hold on longer than that," Tina said.
"I don't know. I'll try," Uncle Christopher exclaimed.
"I want you to wait until you are in my mouth," she said.
"You want me to come inside your mouth. Tina?" he inquired.
"Of course. That's my favorite part!" Tina proclaimed.
"You know come is almost one-hundred percent protein."
"You don't say. That's good news to me, Uncle Christopher."
"But not all woman enjoy it, swallowing it, I mean."
"How come?" Tina asked. "No pun intended," the girl added.
"I don't know. They don't like the taste. They find it degrading, they-"
"Those women are fools, Uncle Christopher," Tina said.
"I couldn't have put it better myself," the handsome man replied.
"I have to relax my jaw-because you are so THICK!"
"Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart," Uncle Christopher said.
She worked her jaw from side to side and pushed her gaping mouth over the head of his cock. She pushed her right fingertips in between his belly and his cock shaft.
She curled those fingers at the knuckles to form a cradle for the man's pecker. She lifted his cock head from his belly so that it would be easier for her to get that throbbing purple glans inside her mouth.
She pointed the tip of his cock straight up in the air, at twelve o'clock high. He had been right about his having a hair trigger when it came to coming.
The head of the man's cock was only in the little girl's oral cavity for a matter of seconds before Tina felt it spasming against her inner mouth.
He screamed with pleasure. He tensed and shivered with delight.
He filled her mouth with come. He didn't come in the quantity that Daddy had. She had to struggle but she managed to keep all of his come inside her mouth.
It didn't take her very long at all to figure out that his jism was a hell of a lot hotter than she thought it would be. It was so hot that she seriously wondered if the man were running a fever or something.
There was a frightening moment or two for the little girl when Tina feared that the mucous membranes on the inside of her mouth were being scalded by the molten lava from Uncle Christopher's erupting volcano.
The little girl found that she had to wait for a moment or two for the come to cool off a little bit before her taste buds could properly register what she knew was going to be the delicious flavor. The wait was more than worthwhile, as it turned out.
Tina was not disappointed by the flavor of Uncle Christopher's spunk. She found that Uncle Christopher's come was a lot tastier than Daddy's had been. She couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the men's diets.
Tina found that Uncle Christopher's come was salty and fishy and ever-so-refreshing. She thought that his come tasted like the froth of the sea.
Tina thought that Uncle Christopher's come tasted like life itself! She had to admit that she had never tasted caviar, but she would have bet a million dollars (if she had had a million dollars, of course) right then and there that Uncle Christopher's thick, creamy silver seed tasted a hell of a lot better than any overpriced fisheggs.
She found that she couldn't get enough of that funky stuff. She pumped his cock shaft with her tiny right hand. She bobbed his balls up and down with the fleshy part of her left fingertips-just as if she were trying to determine their weight.
They were heavy.
Very heavy.
The little girl was pleased to discover that she enjoyed the texture of the man's come every bit as much as she loved the flavor.
Tina discovered that Uncle Christopher's jism had the consistancy of raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her gullet toward the warm spot of contentment that was forming at the pit of her tummy.
Tina felt as if she were being fed a hot meal. She couldn't think of anything she would rather do than suck a man's cock and let him shoot his spunk in her mouth. She was really pleased to find out that a man's come was almost one-hundred percent protein. She could practically feel herself getting healthier as she swallowed that stuff down.
The little girl correctly assumed that the raw egg white texture of the come would have grossed her out royally in all but the most prurient context.
But that was a moot point at best, because no context could have been more prurient than the one Tina currently found herself encased in.
The little girl was getting quite a bellyful. The pumped the man's pecker hard and fast. She wanted to suck every last drop of come out of him.
Tina wanted Uncle Christopher's scrotum to be be all empty by the time she was through. She wanted his balls to be dried up like a pair of bones left to bleach white out in the hot summertime sunshine.
The little girl accomplished this goals. As it turned out, she had no trouble determining when Uncle Christopher's orgasm was through.
Not only did hot jism stop spurting from the tip of his prick, but all of Uncle Christopher's muscles relaxed simultaneously, as well.
The little girl could feel his cock shaft lose its urgent rigidity almost immediately. She feel his cock head losing some of its girth. Her fingers had an easier time making it all the way around his cock shaft as he softened.
He dwindled.
He deflated.
The little girl left her mouth on e head of Uncle Christopher's cock-just because it felt at home in there. The deflation of his glans allowed her jaw to relax a little bit. She continued to suck gently. She lightly flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the man's piss hole as she sucked. She could feel him jerking as some post-orgasmic tremors coursed his nervous-system.
She kept her hands on his cock and balls-but she loosened her grip considerably out of respect for his unadulterated sexual appeasement.
The man was relieved to find that lie could once again completely fill his lungs with air. This was quite a relief to him because he had hardly been able to breathe at all during the course of his fantastic manly orgasm.
His bloodstream's supply of fresh oxygen had been seriously depleted by the labored breathing of his passion and his system busily went about the task of replenishing the supply. Uncle Christopher continued to pant, but now his breaths were getting slower and further apart rather than faster and closer together as they had when his lust was mounting.
The steamy perspiration that shined his bare flesh cooled-not that his passion had been thoroughly satisfied by the teenager's sucking mouth.
Tina finally did pull her mouth off of the man's cock.
But she didn't remove it very far. She stopped pulling her head upward when her upper lip was still a fraction of an inch away from his puffy piss hole.
She crossed her eyes.
The little girl looked down past her nose and she could see that the tip of the man's cock and her upper lip were bridged by a string of come.
She lifted her head three inches more and the string broke.
Half of that bridge of gooey semen fell onto the little girl's upper tooth. The other half fell onto the sloping purple side of Uncle Christopher's softening and deflating cock head.
The little girl pumped the shaft of the man's cock three times.
The little girl instinctively knew that she should check and make sure that there was not any come trapped uncomfortably inside the man's semi-erect cock shaft.
Sure enough, three droplets of goo emerged from his urethra.
The droplets were murky yet waterier than his initial blasts of spunk. She knew that this was Uncle Christopher's post-orgasmic dogwater.
Naturally enough, the little girl did not allow those droplets of goo to remain at the tip of the man's pecker for very long. Not for very long at all.
The criminally young teenager looked as if she were doing a perfect imitation of a bullfrog capturing a horsefly out of midair as she flicked outward with her tongue.
The little girl licked those droplets of post-orgasmic dogwater from the tip of Uncle Christopher's cock with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip.
Then the little girl could see that the entire head of the man's cock was covered with a thin film of come. She used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean.
She didn't stop licking until his prick was as clean as a whistle and the only thing making his glans wet and shiny was the sweet spittle from her steamy mouth.
Tina then released her grip on the man's cock and balls simultaneously. His cock slumped and then slouched onto the inside of his left thigh.
The man moaned as lie felt the ecstasy of his manly come being replaced by the absolute warmth and contentment of his post-orgasmic afterglow.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Super," he said.
"What now?" she asked.
"Now I take you home."
" There's no more fun."
"Not today."
"Tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"What will we do tomorrow?"
"You can suck me off again, Tina."
"Oh ... okay, Uncle Christopher."
* * *
"That'll be all for today class. Your homework assignment is on the board," the handsome geology teacher said. "Class is dismissed, that is, except for you Tina. I would like to speak to you after class."
His name was Mr. MacIntyre, and Tina thought he was the best looking teacher at the whole high school. He was big and muscular and attractive enough to be a movie star in Hollywood or a male model or something.
And he was single. Tina knew that meant he was in need.
Her heart jumped as he asked her to stay after class. This happened for several reasons, actually. For one thing she knew that she was going to be alone with the handsome schoolteacher for the very first time in her life.
But, for another thing, she felt frightened. She was doing very poorly in Geology, and she had a feeling that this was the cause of Mr. MacIntyre's request for detension.
The little girl knew that, to be truthful, she was failing his class. She simply didn't find it very interesting-learning about rocks and stuff.
The classroom emptied. Soon it was only the little girl and the handsome man in the room. Tina felt fidgety in her chair. She shifted her weight nervously from one ass cheek to the other and then back again.
"Tina, do you know why I asked you to stay after class?"
"It has to do with my grades, huh, Mr. MacIntyre?" she said.
"That's right, Tina. You have been doing very, very poorly."
"I thought I did a little better on that last test," she said.
"You scored a thirty-nine, Tina. That was the worst in the class."
"Oh," the little girl said, lowering her eyes to her desk.
"Now I don't want to fail you and make you repeat," he said.
"Of course not, Mr. MacIntyre," Tina said, raising her eyes to meet his.
" That is why I am going to give you a chance to lift your grade."
"Does it involve Geology?" Tina asked, moistening her lips with her tongue. She could tell by the expression on Mr. MacIntyre's face that he thought she was just as attractive as she thought he was.
'Yes it does, you naughty girl," Mr. MacIntyre said with a sly smile.
He could tell that she was flirting with him. She could tell he liked it.
"Tell me about it," she said, placing her chin on her palm, propped up on her desk by her pointy elbow.
Her lips parted. They looked extremely kissable at that moment.
"I want you to assist me this weekend-on a dig," the man said.
"You mean on Saturday. You want me to play in the dirt with you?"
"That's right. Up in the hills in the afternoon," he said.
"What is the purpose of this dig, Mr. MacIntyre?" she asked.
"We are looking for granite samples for Monday's class."
"I see. It doesn't sound like very much fun," she said.
"Well, if you want to get an A in this class, you'll make it fun."
The man winked at her, and she could feel her heart leap into her throat. She knew that he was thinking the same thing she was thinking. She wanted to go down on him and suck his cock right then and there-but she could tell that he thought this was too risky. She wondered if she would be able to wait until Saturday. The thought of sucking Mr. MacIntyre's cock thrilled Tina a geat deal.
"I'll be glad to go on your little dig with you," she said.
"I thought you would see it my way," he said with twinkling eyes.
"My mouth waters thinking about granite between my fingers."
"Yes, aheam," Mr. MacIntyre said, blushing a little bit.
"Why, Mr. MacIntyre! You are turning red,"
Tina said.
"I don't make a habit of being alone with my female students."
"Why did you make an exception with me?" Tina asked, cocking her head.
"Because you are special-very special," was his sole reply.
"Gee, I am so excited I think I'll die," Tina confessed.
"By the way, if everything works out the way I think it will, you won't even have to take the final in this class. You will be getting an A."
"Thank you!"
"And, naturally, you won't mention this little arrangement to anyone, will you, Tina?" Mr. MacIntyre said, furrowing his usually smooth brow. He wasn't very old. Tina figured that Mr. MacIntyre was in his twenties somewhere.
"Of course not," she said.
"You may go now."
"If I can," she said.
"What do you mean?" Mr. MacIntyre inquired.
"I wonder if I can walk," she said. "I told you Geology could be interesting."
"It's so interesting that my panties are getting soaked!"
"You really HAD better go-before it's too late."
"What's the matter, Mr. MacIntyre, am I getting to ya? Maybe we shouldn't wait until Saturday. Maybe we should-"
"OUT!"
"Yes, Mr. MacIntyre."
"Good girl."
Saturday finally arrived.
Mr. MacIntyre picked up Tina behind the school at the appointed time and together they drove off into the hills. Tina figured that there wasn't even going to be any digging for granite-unless she were the one doing it inside the man's pants. The man had not brought along any tools. But he did bring along a blanket and a six-pack of beer. It was a beautiful day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sky was as blue as a pigeon's egg. The air was warm and the humidity was low. They drove down a country road and then turned off onto a dirt road that led into the foliage.
The little girl could feel herself getting extremely horny. Her pussy was getting swollen. Her cunt was getting wet. Her nipples were erect-as was her clitoris.
The little girl could feel her pussy juice pooling at the mouth of her virginal fuck hole as she sat beside him in his beat up old car. It was a far cry from the car Uncle Christopher drove.
The little girl could feel her natural lubrication gathering at the very base of her poontang slash, in between her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before her cunt's nectar came spilling right out of her pussy and onto her panties.
She hated when her panties got wet.
The little girl always felt as if her poontang were suffocating when her panties crawled up into her cunt, that way, and she always got a maddening urge to get completely naked.
The criminally young teenager wondered if Mr. MacIntyre just wanted to receive pleasure, as Daddy and Uncle Christopher had-or if he were willing to give pleasure too.
The little girl imagined for a brief moment that the man had that handsome face of his down between her legs and he was lapping happily at her soupy cunt. The mere thought of this made the little girl's cunt throb very sharply-so much that she forced this fantasy into the back of her head, as far from her stream-of-consciousness as she could get it, and tried as hard as she could to think about other things.
The man drove the car deep into the woods and finally stopped.
The little girl was glad that she had worn her sexiest clot lies and her sexiest pair of panties for the "dig." She was wearing a white tee-shirt with no bra underneath. The dark outline of her nipples was clearly visible through the white cotton. Her erect nipples were making pebble-like bumps in the already strained material of her shirt. She filled that shirt out particularly nicely, Mr. MacIntyre thought. The little girl was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, that had been cut so high, or short, that the bottoms of her buttocks were visible. The little girl's short shorts were so tight that the cleavage between her ass cheeks was visible-as was the cleavage between her cunt lips. She feared that it wouldn't be long before the juice from her pussy soaked right through that faded denim material.
On her feet she wore sneakers.
She wore no socks.
Mr. MacIntyre loved the way her bare ankles looked.
"We're here," Mr. MacIntyre said.
"Yippee!" the girl exclaimed.
"There's a clearing just on the other side of those trees. I think you will like the spot I have picked out for us," Mr. MacIntyre said.
"I'll bet I will."
"There is a bubbling brook nearby and a small grassy plain where we can stretch out the blanket. I think the spot will make us feel closer to nature.
"The only thing that makes me feel closer to nature is getting completely naked," Tina said.
"That's a good idea too," Mr. MacIntyre concurred.
Together they moved into the clearing and it was every bit as beautiful as Mr. MacIntyre had said it would be. The sun shone through the trees onto the grassy clearing.
The blanket was spread.
They began to undress, keeping their eyes on one another the whole time. When Mr. MacIntyre pulled down his underwear and his cock came popping out, the little girl thought her eyes were going to bug right out of her head.
Her eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils. She puckered her lips and sucked in cool air slowly.
As the criminally young teenager sucked air in through her mouth in this fashion she created a low whistling sound of unadulterated appreciation.
"My God," she said.
"What's the matter?"
"You are huge."
"I guess so."
"Humongous!"
"You act frightened."
"I am ... a little."
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you with my big cock."
She wanted to tell the man that his cock was even bigger than her father's-but she had made that mistake once with her older Uncle Christopher and she wasn't going to make it again. She was going to keep her mouth shut concerning her incestuous history.
She could see that the man's cock was easily ten inches long-but the truth of the matter was that it wasn't the length that impressed the little girl most of all.
It was the thickness of the handsome schoolteacher's tool of masculinity that really sent her mind to reeling. She felt a little dizzy. She concentrated on taking deep breaths so that her head would clear.
She could see that the man's cock was easily as thick as her wrist-maybe even as thickets both of her slender wrists pressed together.
The little girl could see that the man's cock was thickest at the head. She could see that the head of the man's dick was shaped like an acorn-the type from which mighty oak trees grow. She thought the head of the man's cock looked like a purple door-knob-or maybe a ripe plum. It was shaped like the cap of a mushroom. It looked like the head of his dick was going to explode at any second from the acute internal pressure he was experiencing down there. His glans had turned a deep purple color and was obviously fully engorged with the hot blood of his masculinity.
The skin covering the head of Mr. MacIntyre's prick was stretched thin and super-smooth by his swelling. She couldn't remember ever seeing anything smoother.
That skin was-by far-smoother than any polished tabletop Tina had run her sensuous fingertips across. She couldn't help but wonder if that stretched thin skin was going to feel just as smooth as it looked on her sexually aroused taste buds. Her mouth was watering as it did whenever she looked at cock meat. Her salivary gland and the moisture secreting glands inside her cunt seemed to be intrinsically connected at that point. They were both associated with her libido exclusively by this time.
The little girl found herself looking at the little hole at the tip of the man's pecker at that moment-the hole through which both Mr. MacIntyre's silver seed and golden urine emerged.
She could see that there were swollen little lips on either side of the piss hole. She thought those lips made the hole look like a tiny toothless mouth.
Tina could see that the handsome schoolteacher's piss hole was opening and closing rhythmically because of the tiny spasms he was experiencing.
As the little hole opened and closed in that fashion she almost giggled. She thought the toothless mouth was attempting, in vain of course, to sing aloud with its desire.
The little girl could see that there was a ring of scar tissue around the top of the man's cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his humongous purple glans.
The criminally young teenager correctly assumed that this scar tissue came from the operation Mr. MacIntyre had had, no doubt when he was just a little baby, to remove his useless foreskin.
The little girl could see that the shaft of his cock was a little bit skinnier than the head but that the difference was not a great one.
She could see that the shaft of the handsome man's pecker was also a slightly lighter shade of purple than the head. Again the difference in hue was minor.
But Tina could tell that the shaft of the man's boner was every bit as hard as the head of his dick. It was as hard as the granite they were supposed to be digging for.
As the tip of the man's prick snapped upward toward his belly the little girl could see that the underside of his stem was lined with dilated blue veins.
Those veins were protruding from his otherwise smooth cock stalk in crisscrossed patterns that reminded the little girl of blue lines on an erotic road map.
Those veins made his cock look craggy and angry and gnarled.
She could see that his prick certainly looked a lot more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making-and there was something about that which appealed to her.
She could see that there was one vein running along his cock shaft that was a good deal longer and thicker than any of the others.
This was the main vein.
Tina decided right then and there-that she was going to allow that vein to determine her tongue tip's route from the base to the tip of his cock, when she finally got around to that part of her oral pleasuring.
The little girl could tell that there was no way she would be able to get her fingers all the way around the shaft of his prick. It was too thick.
At that moment the panting little girl lowered her eyes and looked at the sack that held the man's swollen balls. She could see that his balls, like his cock, were by far the largest she had ever seen-not that she considered herself an expert on the subject or anything. She hoped to be an expert in the subject someday, however.
She could tell there was no way she would be able to hold the man's entire scrotal sack in the palm of a single hand at once. It would make no difference how hard she stretched her palm, or how far she separated her delicate fingers.
His balls were the size of golf balls and they were shaped like chicken eggs. His scrotal sack looked ready to overflow. Judging just from the look of his scrotum, Tina figured the handsome man hadn't shot his wad in at least a month.
She stripped naked. The man knelt on the blanket with his back straight. The little girl got on her hands and knees in front of him. She kissed and licked at his inner thighs. She licked and sucked at his balls. She pinned his cock to his flat belly with her right fingertips.
She traced that main vein with her tongue tip and paused just below his cock head where she knew he was hypersensitive and supererogenous.
She licked his glans and then began to suck him. She forgot to tell Mr. MacIntyre that she wanted to swallow his come, and he presumed that she would not want to swallow it, like most women he had encountered in his bachelor career.
She had to open her mouth very far to suck him. She tried not to think about the ache in her jaw. He began to toss his head from side to side as if he were saying "no" over and over again-but, by this time, the little girl was smart enough and experienced enough to know that the man meant precisely the opposite with this wild tossing of his head. She had to suck him for a long time. She pumped his cock shaft with her right hand. She held as much of his balls as she could with her left hand, totally distending her dainty fingers. Then she felt him spasm. She was psyched to taste his come.
But the man pulled his cock head out of the little girl's sucking mouth at the last moment. He reached down and grabbed his own dick. He jerked himself off. He expected that the little girl would make an attempt to get out of the way of his spewing jism. Instead, on the contrary, the teenager sought to catch as much of the flying jism in her gaping mouth as she could. The result was that he spewed his sticky spunk right into Tina's precious kisser.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh no!" Tina exclaimed. "What's the matter?"
"I wanted you to come in my mouth said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"I'll live. It's just disappointing."
"Next time."
"I guess."
Then he looked at her and laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"Your face."
"What about my face."
"It has come all over it."
It was true. The little girl had great loopy strands of jism on her forehead, on her eyebrows, on her eyelids, in her eyelashes, on her cheekbones, on her cheeks, on the tip of her nose, on her chin, and even on her lips!
"Whose fault is that?" she asked.
"I'll take full responsibility," he said.
"Let me get something to wipe myself clean," Tina said.
"No, no, no, don't do that," Mr. . MacIntyre exclaimed.
"You want it to dry on there and get all crusty?" she asked.
"Nope," he said, slowly shaking his head from side to side.
"Then what?" she asked, raising a single eyebrow into a high arch.
"I want to lick your sweet face clean. Tina," the man said.
"Oooooooh, aren't you the kinky one," she asked rhetorically.
"You bring out the kinkier side of me, Tina," he responded. "How do you know you like the taste of your own come?" she asked.
"I don't. I'm just working on a hunch," Mr. .
MacIntyre said.
"I'd love to have you lick me clean," Tina said sweetly.
"Anything I licked off your kisser would taste great!"
"Ummmmmmmmm, the come I did get in my mouth was yummy."
"Next time I promise I will let you swallow the whole thing."
"If there is a next time, Mr. MacIntyre." she said sternly.
"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions, Tina," the man said.
The little girl crawled up to his side and offered her face to him. He held her by the sides of her head and began to lick her face. She thought this felt very good. He licked her face clean.
"You are right," he said.
"About what?"
"My come. It is yummy."
She giggled.
"I want to do more than just lick your face clean," he said.
"Oh? Tell me what you want to do to me," she said breathlessly. The little girl could feel her cunt juice streaming down the insides of her thighs like sweet nectar oozing from a slash in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach.
"I want to kiss and lick you all over."
"Yes?"
"I want to caress you inside and out."
"Yes!"
"I want to go down on you just as you have gone down on me and I want to make you SCREAM with pleasure."
"Ummmmm," she said.
"Like that idea?"
"Sounds swell, Mr. MacIntyre. Don't just say it, do it," she said.
"You are beautiful, did you know that?" Mr. MacIntyre asked.
"I was starting to get that impression. I'm only just learning about the power I have over men," she said.
He looked at the little girl and shook his head from side to side as if in disbelief. It would have been an understatement to call her diminutive. She was teeny-tiny. Teeny tiny Tina.
He could see that she stood barely five feet tall and he correctly assumed that she had never weighed over one-hundred pounds in her entire life. The truth of the matter was that the little girl's weight varied from ninety-five to ninety-seven pounds depending on what time of the month it was. Yet she was not skinny and there was nothing boyish about her figure.
Her hair was fiery red and fell long and thick over her shoulders and down her back when she was standing up. Her hair was always shiny. She brushed her hair two-hundred strokes with a stiff-bristled brush each and every night to make sure her hair stayed that way.
Tina had her hair parted in the middle. The girl's tresses fell particularly thickly down the center of her back-in between her rather sharp shoulder blades.
Tina's hair fell in downy bangs that came almost all the way-down to her eyebrows. She appeared to be peering out from under her bangs. The little girl had a fair complexion. Her complexion was of perfect peaches and cream. She had the sort of skin that burned easily in the golden rays of the hot summertime sunshine.
The little girl's complexion was so clear that it was obvious to anyone who looked at her that she was one of those lucky teenager who had never suffered a facial blemish.
The teenager had a sprinkling of freckles across her nose, which she hated but Mr. MacIntyre loved. He thought her freckles made her look even cuter than she would have without them.
Her freckles turned a funny shade of yellow, like butter in home-made buttermilk, whenever she blushed.
Her face was round. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were the same red color as the hair that grew from her pink scalp.
Her eyebrows were slender and femininely angular-in spite of the fact that she had never plucked them.
Her eyelashes were long in spite of the fact that they were not lengthened and thickened with mascara. Her eyelashes turned upward at their tips.
Tina's red eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked-or winked for that matter.
Tina's eyes were big and round and her irises were emerald green. Tina's eyes sparkled with merriment whenever she was happy, yet they became deep and somber whenever she was feeling blue.
Her irises actually changed color depending on the teenager's emotions. Her eyes changed hue just like the mood rings that were very popular a few years back.
Her eyes were the mirror to her emotions, and they inevitably betrayed the way she was feeling. This was true so much that she was a lousy liar. People could see right through her. She knew that she had no future in acting, in spite of her good looks.
Her nose was not very large. It was a mere button, that turned up a little at the tip. Her nostrils were on the pinched side but they had a tendency to flare wide open whenever she was excited about something. Tina was very excited at the prospect of having her cunt eaten by the handsome schoolteacher, and her nostrils flared accordingly.
Her nose had a way of moving up and down when she laughed, as if she were sniffing. When her button nose moved up and down in that fashion, Mr. MacIntyre couldn't help but think that she looked a lot like a bunny rabbit sniffing curiously at a patch of green clover before nibbling.
Her mouth was not very large either-but her lips were full and sensuous. She had a pouting mouth.
It had been said that Tina was walking through life looking as if she needed to be kissed very badly-and there was a lot of truth in that.
As has already been illustrated, there were men in the world who could not look at that precious red flower of a mouth without wanting to ram their cock right into that hole.
The little girl tended to hold her lips slightly parted and slightly puckered at all times. Her lips always felt puffy and tingly when she was horny, like they needed to touch and be touched.
The little girl had a habit of running the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. Folks could tell that it was a habit because the teenager did it at times when her lips were already wet. Her teeth were smallish. They were perfectly straight. Pearly white.
Her neck was long, like that of a swan and her ears were small like shells. The little girl's ears clung closely to the sides of her head.
In spite of the little girl's youth and diminutive stature, her breasts were already very large-and they were growing larger every day. Her tits were so big that they would have been considered humongous even if they had grown on a larger girl. They were firm, too.
Tina's tits were so firm that they didn't sag, not, even a fraction of an inch. They were pert and perky. They rested high on her chest, looking a little pointy at the tips because of her erect nipples.
The truth of the matter is that the little girl had never worn a bra in her entire life. She didn't need to. Nature had supplied all of the lifting and separating her breasts needed-and hopefully would need for many years to come.
The little girl's fantastic boobs were so firm that they didn't flatten at all at that passionate moment-in spite of the fact that she had roiled over onto her back on the blanket to look at the sky and the force of gravity was directly against her tits.
Her boobs were not only firm but they were perfectly shaped as well. Her tits were sloped at their tops and rounded at their bottoms. They were shaped so that her nipples pointed slightly upward whenever she was standing or sitting up straight. She never slouched.
She had perfect posture.
It had been said that Tina walked as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her head. She had a very sexy walk. She swung her hips from side to side like a pendulum.
She moved like Jello on springs. Men had been known to cross the street or change the direction they were headed all together, just to have the honor of walking behind the little girl.
Her waist was very slender.
A mere twenty-two inches.
Yet, her hips were broad and rounded, both at the sides and in the rear. As they say, Tina was broad where a broad was supposed to be broad.
Her ass cheeks were super-smooth, soft yet supple. Her ass cheeks were every bit as smooth as they had been on the day Tina was born.
Mr. MacIntyre couldn't help but notice that the little girl had remarkably little body hair. They say that a lack of body hair is a sign of a pure bloodline. If that is true then Tina surely had a pedigree.
Mr. MacIntyre knew from experience that most girls, even of Tina's tender age, had inverted triangles of pubic hair above their pussies. They had hair growing along the sides of their vulvas, and down in between their ass cheeks as well, especially around their assholes.
But Tina had little of this. She merely had twin curls of red short and curly pubic hair growing at the base of her practically bald mound, above and to either side of her clitoral foreskin.
She had no hair growing along the edges of her cunt and she was equally bald in between her ass cheeks. She didn't even have any hair around her asshole-a fact that the handsome schoolteacher had yet to discover.
Her legs were not long but they were femininely shapely finely-turned, as they say. Her thighs tapered perfectly from her broad hips to her smooth knees.
Her knees were unscarred.
Tiny thought it was pretty amazing that her knees were as smooth as they were, taking into consideration the amount of clumsy roller skating she had done as a child upon cracked sidewalks.
Her shins were smooth also.
Her calves were rounded without being overly muscular. Her ankles were trim and her feet were dainty. Her toes were pink and chubby and cute. All of her toes were very close to being the same length including her two big toes.
She had the perfect feet and ankles for high heels. She couldn't wait until she was old enough, and rich enough, to wear the clothes of a real lady. She dreamed about herself in spike high heels and super-tight dresses with daring necklines, slit up the side so that she flashes plenty of gam when she walked.
Tina liked to think that the sexy swing of her hips was a natural part of her gait, and that she was unaffected in any way-but this was not quite the truth. Tina had to admit-to herself, anyway-that her ass always swung from side to side a little more when she knew some handsome guy was admiring her delicious fanny.
The little girl had long fingernails. She had been very concerned with her manicure ever since she began to bleed and grow tits and feel horny.
She carefully filed her nails so that they were long and all precisely the same length. Her nails all had a common curve to their tips.
She kept her fingernails painted a deep red color-the color of blood as it oozed from a freshly opened wound. She correctly assumed that this nail polish color went very well with her complexion and her hair. Her toenails were tiny, round and cute. Naturally she always kept her toenails painted so that they matched her fingernails.
The handsome man sensed her need for pleasure. She looked up at him with the most desperately wanton expression he had ever seen. She stretched out on her back. At first she kept her knees and ankles relatively close together-but that didn't last long. The little girl's thighs got further apart until she had them opened to a perfect ninety-degree angle.
The man lowered his face toward her.
"No one has ever done this for me before," she said.
"So precious," he whispered.
The man lowered his face towards her as if he were moving in slow motion. They both parted their lips. They closed their eyes. Tina licked her sexy lips. They paused when their mouths were so close together that they could feel the beating of each other's hot, moist breath. The little girl could feel her pouting lips tingling like wildfire!
Then they pressed their lips together-and the teenager was thrilled to discover that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.
They writhed their lips together. They kissed gently at first-then so firmly that the little girl could feel her lips being pushed back against her teeth.
They kissed with only their lips at first. Then, just as if they had rehearsed this oral embrace a thousand times in the past, they both offered the tips of their tongues at the same time.
They touched the tips of their tongues together lightly. They flicked back and forth. Soon they were rolling their tongues together wildly.
They rolled their tongues together as if they were performing a wet, pink internal swordfight. Their tongues felt as if they were battling one another. They thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths. The little girl could feel her cunt juice dribbling out of the base of her pussy, rolling over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between her pussy's base and her throbbing asshole. She could tell that it wouldn't be long before the entire crack of her ass was lubricated with that juice. Soon, Tina knew, she would be making a wet spot on the blanket with the nectar that drooled from her seething poontang, her boiling honey pot!
They licked at each other's teeth. They licked at each other's gums. They licked at the insides of each other's cheeks. They sucked each other's tongues. They swapped spit happily.
The kiss lasted for a very long time and they were both breathless with passion by the time it was through. When they pulled their steamy mouths apart strings of spittle bridged them for a moment.
The little girl placed the soles and balls of her feet flat on the blanket, gripping at the blanket with her chubby pink toes, so she could raise her knees in the air. She kept her thighs far apart. The little girl began to rapidly open and close her knees as if she were trying to fan the already raging flame in her crotch.
The man moved his mouth to the side of the little girl's neck. He began to kiss and lick and nibble up and down the entire length of her jugular vein.
He used his sharp choppers to give her neck little love bites, but he did not allow his teeth to linger in one spot for long enough to leave any lasting marks. The man correctly assumed that giving the little girl a hicky-considering that he was a teacher and she was a high school student was prohibitively indiscreet.
He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue as far as he could. After concentrating on making his tongue as pointy as possible at the tip the man began to flick back and forth across the teenager's unpierced earlobe. He used the tip of his tongue to explore the outer shell of her ear. Then he pushed his tongue right up inside her ear-exploring her inner ear canal. This felt a lot better than the teenager thought it would; The little girl shivered as if she were trying to get out of her skin and she could feel the entire surface area of her body becoming covered with a thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh. Her nipples were very hard. She could feel the little red hairs at the nape of her neck, just below the base of her skull, standing on end. The man pulled his tongue out of her ear and repeated the oral pleasuring process with the other ear and the other side of her neck. Then he kissed the front of her throat. He kissed downward toward her tits. Her tits ached with desire. Her boobs felt swollen. Her nipples were throbbing intensely.
"It feels too good!" she said.
"Shhh," he said.
"I'm afraid of the pleasure."
"Easy does it."
"It burns, oh, it burns."
"Hush, sweetheart."
The man began to kiss the little girl's left breast. He kissed from the bottom of that mountain toward the top, spiralling upward toward the tip. The man arranged his kisses so that each smooching smack was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before it. It seemed to the little girl like the man took forever but he finally managed to get his mouth where she wanted it-on her nipple. He kissed the feminine erection at the tip of her breast and she groaned loudly. She found that it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her sexy lower torso still. Her ass was writhing on the blanket. As he touched her nipple with his mouth her femininely sloped loins bucked upward rather violently toward the cloudless sky.
He placed the tip of his tongue right on her nipple. He rolled his tongue lazily all over her pink nipple, moistening the entire thing with his saliva. Her nipples-like her tits-were extraordinarily large. Her nipples were the size of silver dollars, and the man loved the way the left nipple felt as it throbbed against his taste buds.
He could feel the nipple growing larger.
Harder.
"SUCK!" she said.
The man wrapped his lips around her nipple and did as she said. He didn't suck gently. Not by any means. He sucked as hard as he could. He sucked so hard that he drew the feminine erection up and away from the rest of her chest. The skin all around that rosebud was stretched taut. He sucked so hard that he made her entire breast look a good deal pointier than usual. He kept the tip of his tongue busy so that he was licking and sucking at her nipple simultaneously.
"BITE!" she screamed.
He bit.
He bit gently at first.
"HARDER!" she hollered.
He bit hard, all right. He bit so hard that the little girl could feel a sharp twinge of pain mixing with her pleasure. But she didn't mind the pain.
It was intrinsically sexual pain-and somehow her aroused nervous-system was translating that pain into pleasure before the message got to her brain.
The man began to growl like an animal. He tugged her nipple with his teeth and tossed his face from side to side a bit. The little girl felt a twinge of fear blending with all of her other feelings.
She feared that the man had lost control. She feared that he was going to rip her nipple right off the tip of her tit with those sharp white teeth of his.
But Tina had nothing to worry about-not really.
The man knew precisely what he was doing. He had not lost control at all. He released his teeth's grip on her nipple before any damage could be done.
Her breast made a funny sound as the nipple snapped back into place.
She was amazed at the sensations she had just felt. She found that-for a moment-she couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain. She correctly assumed at that moment that there was a thin line between agony and ecstasy.
Pleasure and pain. They were seemingly opposite sensations-yet they had become al but indistinguishable as the handsome schoolteacher bit her nipple.
The little girl had her eyes closed during al of this.
She opened her eyes after the man released his biting grip on her feminine erection. She looked at the nipple that had just come out of the man's mouth.
Tina was astounded by what she saw. Her nipple was huge!
Her feminine erection had grown-by far-larger than it had ever grown before. She could see that the nipple was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of her tit.
She thought that maybe the man had stretched her nipple forever-not that she thought that was that bad.
The man lowered his head and began to repeat the process with the other nipple. He once again went all the way from gentle licking and kissing to harsh sucking and biting.
By the time the man lifted his head once again both of the little girl's nipples were again the same size. She was panting wildly. Her clitoris was so swollen that it looked more like the head of a baby boy's cock than like the focal point of a little girl's womanly desire. Her clit felt as if it were going to come popping right out of her poontang slash.
The man placed one hand on either of the little girl's tits. He stretched his palms and opened his fingers as far apart as he could get them.
He had to stretch his hands in this manner if he wanted to hold all of the teenager's breast flesh at the same time.
He positioned his hands so that her supererect nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of his slightly-cupped palms.
He curled his fingers at the knuckles a little bit and pressed the blunt tips of his fingers right into her tits-puckering the flesh with the pressure he exerted.
The handsome man began to move both of the girl's tits in slow sensuous circles at the same time. He pushed her tits upward toward her neck. He pushed her tits downward toward the flat plain of her belly.
The handsome man pulled her tits apart so that the skin in the cleavage was stretched taut. Then he pushed her tits together firmly so that they were flattened on their insides.
Mr. MacIntyre pressed the little girl's tits together so snugly that the cleavage between them became extraordinarily long and deep.
The handsome man then released his palms from her boobs and got each of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed them rhythmically. He tugged her nipples with his fingers. He pinched them almost flat. Then he lowered his face to her belly. He sucked at her belly flesh. He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue.
Mr. MacIntyre used the pointy tip of his pink tongue to trace a wet and crooked circle around the teenager's concave and dimpled bellybutton. Then he dipped the tip of his tongue right into Tina's navel-and she was thrilled to discover that this too felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to. She could tell that the man was going to have no trouble making her come. She knew that it wouldn't be long before one of life's biggest mysteries would be solved for her. She was going to find out what it felt like to come. She was finally going to discover what all of the fuss was about.
He kissed fer abdomen.
Her soft underbelly.
Her loins.
He tugged her pubies with his teeth.
The handsome man could smell the scent of her womanhood wafting up from between her legs. He could feel his nostrils flaring wildly so that he looked as if he were doing an impression of a two-car garage-as he sucked her aroma into his sinuses.
He loved that smell.
He was intoxicated by it.
He was drunk with passion.
Part of him wanted to start lapping happily at her cunt right then and there-but he held back. He had promised to kiss her and lick her all over-and that was precisely what lie intended to do. He moved from her side and crawled on his hands and knees down toward her feet. He lifted one of her dainty feet in his hands and held it to his face. He kissed her foot. He began to suck her toes. The little girl thought this felt very good-but, frankly, she was surprised that it didn't tickle. She had always thought of her feet as being acutely ticklish.
He sucked her toes one at a time at first and then in groups of twos and threes. He pulled her chubby toes apart with his fingers so he could flick the tip of his tongue back and forth in between them.
The little girl realized at this moment that it was impossible for her nervous-system to be sexually aroused and ticklish at the same time.
I le kissed her ankles. Her shins.
Her calves.
The man lifted her shapely little legs one at a time and flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across the backs of her knees, where the skin was soft, smooth, supererogenous, and hypersensitive. The natural lubrication was dribbling out of the base of the little girl's pussy in a steady flow by this time and the wet spot beneath her ass Tina was making on the blanket was getting a little bit bigger with each passing second. The handsome schoolteacher could see that juice flowing and he thought it looked as if there were so many melted pearls dripping from her poontang.
He began to kiss and lick at the insides of her thighs. He stretched himself out on his belly on the blanket-though his feet were in the grass.
He kissed and licked up and down the insides of her thighs all the way from her bent knees to the edges of her cunt. He allowed his mouth to get as close as possible to her outer cunt lips without making direct contact with them.
Then the man placed his large hands on the backs of her thighs. He pushed upward-forcing her feet up into the air. By pushing upward in this manner the man forced the little girl to roll backward, to shift the weight of her lower torso from her ass cheeks to the small of her back.
She drew her knees down to her chest. She kept her thighs separated.
She rolled her creamy buttocks up off the blanket and right into the handsome schoolteacher's eager face. He lowered his head until his chin touched the blanket. As it so happened, his chin was pressing the blanket right in the very center of the big wet spot the girl had made with her drooling cunt.
"What are you going to do, Mr. MacIntyre?"
"I'm going to kiss your ass."
"And then what?"
"Then I'm gonna kiss your asshole."
"Ooooh, and then what?"
"Then I'm well, let's let that be a surprise."
"You tease!"
"Shhh!"
The man told her that it might be a good idea for the girl to reach up and clutch herself at the ankles to help hold herself in this curled position. She did as she was told without offering a peep of protest. She gripped her own ankles all right. She gripped them so tightly, as a matter-of-fact, that each and every one of her knuckles turned white.
The man kissed and licked up and down the backs of her thighs.
He kissed the cheeks of her ass. He then bit into the flesh of her fanny hard. She squealed with the delightful combination of pleasure and pain she felt.
He bit so hard that she feared for a moment he had broken the skin with his sharp choppers, but this did not turn out to be the case. He did, however, leave semi-circles of red teeth marks in her milky white ass flesh. He pulled his face away from her ass and placed one hand on either of her buns. He rubbed her ass cheeks gently with his fingertips at first.
Then he massaged her ass flesh with strong fingers-kneading her fanny cheeks as if he were a baker preparing unrisen dough for a stint in the oven. Then he pushed his fingers inward toward the crack of her ass while pushing his elbows outward until they were pointed in opposite directions.
He pushed his fingertips right into the crack of her ass, deeper and deeper into the cleavage between her buns. He didn't stop pushing his fingertips inward toward one another until the tips of his middle fingers were only a millimeter or two away from her asshole on either side.
He curled his fingers at the knuckles and pressed his fingertips right into her ass flesh, puckering that flesh deeply. He began to pull her ass cheeks apart.
He did this slowly.
Patiently.
Ceremoniously.
The man pulled her ass cheeks apart as if he were separating the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit. He didn't stop pulling her buttocks open until they were as far apart as they could possibly go.
The little girl could feel a cool breeze on her bung. The man tugged her buns open until the skin in the crack of her ass was stretched taut. Even some of the puckers in her rectum were smoothed out a bit by the pressure he was exerting. He then lowered his head once again and stuck out his tongue as far as he could get it. He placed the pointy tip of his tongue at the very top of the crack of her ass. There was a Y-shaped cleft there, near the small of her back, near where she rested upon the blanket, directly in between the twin dimples that indicated the location of her kidneys.
He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth.
He lifted his strong chin away from the blanket and drew his tongue upward slowly-a fraction of an inch at a time. He drew his tongue steadily deeper into the cleavage. He licked steadily closer to her asshole.
Her bung throbbed.
Her nether eye winked.
She could feel her asshole tingling with desire. That desire was spreading inward from the mouth of her rectum. Soon her anal craving filled her tight tubular sphincter muscle.
Then her colon.
Then the pit of her bowels.
It seemed to Tina as if the man took an eternity and a half to get there, but he finally touched her completely bald asshole with the tip of his tongue. He thought it was marvelous that she didn't have any hair around her bung. One thing was for sure, he thought to himself. Tina never had to worry about dingleberries.
The man flicked the tip of his tongue lightly and quickly all around the outer edges of her anus.
"MY ASS!" she screamed.
The man began to lick across her pooper with the flat part of his tongue. He licked eagerly and enthusiastically.
"MY ASSHOLE!"
The handsome schoolteacher didn't stop lapping at her bung, which was also flavored by her dripping cunt juice, until all of the delicious anal taste had been laved away.
"MY ASSHOLE IS SO HOT!"
Then came the part that the man had been saving as a surprise. He placed the tip of his tongue right on the center of her pink asterisk of an asshole.
"SO FUCKING HOT!"
He stiffened his tongue and began to push forward with his face and head. He even pushed forward with his shoulders. She could feel the pressure on her asshole increasing rapidly. It was at this point that the little girl figured out what the handsome schoolteacher was attempting to do.
"YES!" she screamed.
She could tell that the man was going to stick his tongue right up inside her asshole. She could tell he was going to probe her as deeply as he could with his tongue.
"STICK IT IN! STICK IT IN ME! STICK YOUR TONGUE UP MY ASSHOLI-OWWWWWW! YES! SO GOOD! DEEPER! HARDER! MR. MACINTYRE! MR. MACINTYRE! STICK YOUR TONGUE AS DEf'P IN MY ASSHOLE AS YOU CAN! OOOOOH! SO GOOD! HARDER! Yl-S! OHHHH!"
The little girl could feel the tip of his tongue pushing right up past her tight tubular sphincter muscle.
The teenager could feel the schoolteacher's tongue pushing right up into the softer flesh of her colon.
But it was not enough.
Not enough to appease her.
It didn't take the girl very long at all to figure out that the man's tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease her deep-anal urges.
She could tell that the satisfaction of her ass's yearnings was a task that only an erect prick could accomplish adequately. The little girl discovered something about herself at that moment. For the first time she realized that she was going to grow up to be the sort of woman who enjoyed being fucked in all three of her holes.
He wiggled his tongue inside her.
Sensuously.
Playfully.
Teasingly.
She loved it.
He worked his tongue in and out of her asshole-giving her a shallow fuck, tugging and pushing at the puckered mouth of that super-tight hole.
He sensed he was only teasing her so he pulled his tongue all the way out of her asshole slowly. He pullled the tip of his tongue out particularly slowly so that her anus would not be forced to slam shut on her uncomfortably.
"My cunt!" she called out.
"What about it?" he asked.
She could tell by the expression on his face that he knew the answer to the question before he asked it.
"It's boiling, Mr. MacIntyre."
"Poor baby."
"It aches so bad."
"Awwww."
"Please help me."
"But how?"
" Make me come."
"We'll see."
"OH! You!" she cried out in frustration. The man turned up one corner of his mouth slyly, creating a half-smile of inward amusement.
The told the little girl that it was okay for her to release her grip on her ankles at that moment if she wanted to. She did want to.
She lowered her feet back down to the blanket, placing her toes on either side of the man's broad shoulders.
She then stretched the muscles at the insides of her thighs as she attempted to open her legs as far as was humanly possible.
Her pussy lips opened along with her finely tapered thighs.
She tried, in vain, to open her thighs to a straight angle. She came very close to pointing her knees in opposite directions. She once again gripped tightly at the blanket's material with her curled under toes.
The man placed his fingers along the little girl's thoroughly engorged outer cunt lips. He puckered the flesh with his fingertips. He once again had his elbows pointed outward-just as he had when he similarly pulled open her ass. Now he was pulling open her cunt.
He did this gently.
Gingerly.
He didn't stop tugging her practically bald pink pussy open until it looked like a slab of raw meat.
He then parted his lips and stuck his tongue far out of his mouth.
The handsome schoolteacher placed., the tip of his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane between the base of her drooling soaking wet honey pot and her asshole.
Her thoroughly -rimmed asshole.
The man found that her pussy nectar was gathered thickly at the hypersensitive spot where he touched her with his tongue tip. He used his lips to suck that juice right up into his mouth.
The man could tell already that the little girl's unfucked cunt was going to taste every bit as good as it smelled. It was going to taste as if there were really honey dripping from her honey pot.
Her clitoris felt more than ever like it was going to come popping right out of its little nest at the top of her pink poontang slash.
Her little man in the boat was so sensitive at that moment that it was practically demanding attention. There was no way the little girl could keep still on the blanket.
She squirmed with lust.
Her breasts heaved as she panted.
She was slick with sweat.
She was moaning and groaning with each and every one of her rapid exhales. Her exclamations of pleasure were getting steadily louder and higher in pitch.
She felt as if she were going to burst into the very first orgasm of her life the very second he made direct contact with her love button.
The man began to flick the tip of his tongue up and down the outer lips of her cunt. He licked all the way from the base to the top of her cunt slash, and then back down again. He made his tongue come very close to her clit without making direct contact with it. This was the ultimate tease as far as the redheaded teenager was concerned.
He licked at the sides of her clit.
He licked just above her little man in the boat, at her clitoral foreskin. The virgin could feel his breath beating down upon the focal point of her womanly pleasure, and this caress-as subtle as it was-was almost enough to tip her over the edge into feminine bliss.
The man flicked his tongue up and down in between her inner and outer cunt lips-then he flicked lightly at the protruding and curled back outer edges of her inner labia.
The handsome schoolteacher pushed the tip of his tongue in between her inner cunt lips-not far from the top of her poontang slash.
The redheaded teenager could feel the tip of the man's tongue touching her piss hole-directly below and less than an inch away from her clit.
The little girl yearned for the man to lick upward with his tongue to the magic focal point of her desire-but Mr. MacIntyre had different ideas concerning this subject.
He licked downward instead. The handsome man hooked the tip of his tongue up under the base of her pubic bone. He tilted his head slightly to one side. He licked deeper and deeper into her cunt, exploring the many folds of pink tissue, at the mouth of her virginal fuck hole. She loved it.
For a moment or two the little girl couldn't figure out why the man had tilted his head to one side that way, at such an odd angle.
Then she figured it out.
The man wanted to avoid touching her clitoris with the tip of his nose. He was smart enough to know that even that might have started her orgasm.
He didn't want her to come.
Not yet.
He wasn't done yet.
The man intended to ram his tongue as deep up inside the little girl's cunt as it would go, but, as it turned out, he didn't get very far.
The man had penetrated the mouth of her fuck hole only about an inch or so when his tongue struck an obstacle-a wall that was blocking the pathway toward the mouth of her womb.
The handsome schoolteacher knew instantly what he was touching with the tip of his tongue. It was her cherry. It was her intact hymen.
Her precious maidenhead.
It was the thin wall of membrane that had been-for so very long-the sole guardian of her chastity. He pressed against that wall until the membrane was stretched taut.
"I'M SO CLOSE!" she screamed.
"Easy," he said.
He pulled his tongue out of her pussy only long enough to speak-then he rammed it right up inside her again. Her face was very red.
Her freckles looked yellow.
Her usually smooth forehead was deeply furrowed with the intensity of her pleasure. Her nose had pushed itself upward so that cute little crinkles had formed across its bridge.
Then the man pulled his tongue all the way out of her cunt. He could tell that it probably was not wise to tease her for much longer.
"SO FUCKING CLOSE!" she screamed.
The man could see that most of the muscles in her body were tensing up on her involuntarily. He feared she would hurt herself if he teased her any longer. He was afraid that she would pull a muscle or something.
He placed the tip of his right forefinger at the very top of her quivering quim-directly in between her twin red curls of pubic iiair.
He touched her clitoral foreskin.
He peeled that sheath upward slowly.
He rendered the bulb naked.
Her clit was vulnerable to his caress.
The man blew cool air through puckered lips onto her fiery bulb. She shivered violently and pleaded with him once again for the ultimate pleasure.
"MAKE ME COME! OOOOH! MAKE ME COME! PLEASE! PLEASE! PUH-LEASE MAKE ME CUH-CUH-CUH-COME!!!!" the little girl screamed at the top of her lungs.
The handsome schoolteacher was glad that he had taken the little girl out to the middle of nowhere to pleasure her. This way she could scream as loudly as she wanted to-and they wouldn't have to worry about anyone hearing her. They could hear the sound of her shrill cries echoing off the trees that surrounded them on all sides. The only other sounds were those of birds churping and that of the bubbling brook passing by.
The man flicked Iris tongue outward, and, for the first time, he touched her clitoris directly. He touched that magic spot as lightly as he could.
And as briefly.
The man pulled his tongue away from the fiery bulb almost the instant the contact was made. He sought, and he found, the most subtle clitoral caress.
He knew that he didn't have to touch that supererogenous spot very hard. After all, it was the most sensitive point on her entire body.
In spite of the fact that he touched her clit as lightly and briefly as possible, the little girl could feel a thunderbolt of pleasure shooting through her.
Tina could feel that rush of pleasure starting at her tailbone, then shooting up her spine toward the base of her skull. At the base of her skull the pleasure paused, stopped, and then retreated.
The physical enjoyment did not explode into her brain the way the absolute pleasure of an orgasm would have. All of her muscles were tensed.
She had all but stopped breathing.
She clutched her own tits.
Her nipples pulsated against her palms.
The man dabbed his tongue at her clit.
Being the cruel tease that he was, Mr. MacIntyre continued to pull his tongue away from the focal point of her desire before her orgasm could begin.
The little girl could feel her sense of time and space being altered considerably by the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that divinely sexy moment.
She pressed down hard against the blanket with the balls of her feet. She did the same thing with the back of her head. She arched her back sharply.
Her ass cheeks were tensed.
Her creamy white buttocks were pressed together as tightly as she could get them. She lifted her ass from the blanket as she thrust her femininely sloped loins skyward.
She arched herself so severely that she looked like a bow that was about to shoot an arrow. Her facial features were contorting so severely that she didn't even look like herself anymore.
Her sense of space was so warped that she was only vaguely aware of where she was. She was only vaguely aware of whom she was with.
Mr. MacIntyre was nothing but one big tongue to Tina at that moment. She-on the other hand-felt as if she had been transformed into a huge cunt.
Her sense of time was so elongated by her pleasure that each second seemed like a minute. Each minute seemed like a full-fledged hour.
She could tell that her orgasm was going to feel better than she had expected-and that was saying something, because she had expected her first climax to feel damn good.
Her cunt felt ready to gush.
Her clit was ready to pop.
Her inner cunt lips were opening and closing eagerly as if they were anxious to suck the man's entire fist right up in between them.
The man kept her on the edge of bliss. She could feel herself teetering at the edge of the cliff, yearning to fall endlessly into the bottomless abyss of her womanly ecstasy.
The man gave her what she wanted.
He placed the tip of his tongue on her clit and this time he kept it there. He kept Ids tongue tip still at first and merely alternated the pressure.
He touched her softly.
Then firmly.
Then softly again.
The man then began to roll her cut in a slow sensuous circle with the slightly stiffened and pointy tip of his pink tongue. She screamed.
He rolled her little man in the boat around in several circles-just as if he were rolling a ball bearing around in a sea of boiling oil.
He didn't have to do that for long.
She felt the explosions start.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!! she screamed.
The man began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her clit. He did this slowly and softly at first-but he steadily increased the tempo and the pressure of his tongue's movements as he went along.
He could feel a little squirt of liquid coming from her urethra. A less experienced lover might have thought she was pissing, having lost control of her bladder.
But the handsome schoolteacher knew that this was actually her feminine ejaculation and proof of her tremendous orgasm's authenticity.
The little girl could feel her orgasmic explosions starting at her clitoris, naturally enough, and then spreading outward from there.
The redhead could feel the pleasure spreading to fill her vulva-inside and out-and then her entire lower torso. She could tell that it was not going to stop spreading until she was enveloped by it.
She could tell that it was not going to stop spreading until each and every one of her nerve-endings were affected. She could feel the pleasure once again ripping up her spine.
But this time the pleasure did not stop at the base of her skull. It did not even pause there. It exploded directly into her brain.
She tossed her contorting face wildly from side to side. The little girl's tongue flopped in and out of her mouth. She was going berserk.
The redheaded teenager looked as if she were having some sort of seizure as she flopped her tongue in and out of her mouth in that fashion.
The handsome schoolteacher would not have been surprised if foam had come pouring out of the little girl's mouth at that moment-or out of her convulsing pussy, for that matter.
The little girl felt lighter than air, as light as a feather. She felt like an astronaut in outer space. She felt a s if she were levitating.
She could feel herself spiralling upward off the blanket up into the air. The little girl thought she could feel the earth spinning on its axis.
The bizarre thing was that Tina thought she was spinning in the opposite direction. She felt as if she were astral-projecting, like the Hindus do after long stints of peaceful meditation.
The redhead thought that her spiritual self and her physical self were parting. She thought her spirit was drifting up into the air, while her body-which felt more than ever like one gigantic cunt-remained on the blanket.
"IT FEELS SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD THAT IT HURTS!" she hollered. She could see bright splashes of color on the insides of her eyelids. Her eyes were closed more tightly than ever. Her eyelids were wrinkled.
The little girl could feel the man's tongue movements increasing their pressure and speed. Soon, the man was lapping at her clit as hard and fast as he could.
The little girl's sense of time was so shattered-so elongated-by this time, that she seriously thought her climax might go on forever.
The girl could feel her pleasure continuing to mount until she thought she might pass out. Tina actually felt as if she were going to pass out because of too much pleasure-in spite of the fact that the teenager had previously doubted that there was any such thing as too much pleasure.
The man waited until it seemed as if her spasms were about to stop. Then he did something that the little girl would not have anticipated-not in a million years.
The handsome schoolteacher wrapped his sensuously thick lips around her cut and., its surrounding pink tissues. He began to suck. He sucked rather hard.
The little girl could feel her little man in the boat being tugged at its roots. She could feel her spasms returning to maximum strength.
The man, of course, kept the tip of his tongue busy at all times. He sucked and licked at her fiery pink bulb simultaneously. He didn't stop sucking and licking until her come was through.
She collapsed back down onto the blanket, her back straightening and her tensed ass cheeks lowering, with the final convulsion of her climax.
She could feel the ecstasy of her very first clitoral release being replaced by the warmth and contentment of her post-climactic afterglow.
The little girl caught her breath. She released her grip on her tits. The man pulled his lips and tongue away from her love button immediately.
The man was an experienced lover-and he knew that the focal point of her womanly desires was too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments following that desire's appeasement.
He rested his chin on her practically bald mound. He could see that the little girl had cried a single tear. It clung to her cheek just to prove it was brave.
She opened her eyes and looked at him sleepily. Her lids were heavy, her eyes slightly swollen. Her lips were especially puffy and she licked them lightly with the tip of her tongue regularly.
"Like that?" the handsome schoolteacher inquired curiously.
"It was even better than I thought it would be, Mr. MacIntyre."
"Do you think we might get together and do this again sometime."
"But I already have an A in Geology, don't I?" she asked.
"I was hoping we could do it, you know, just for the fun of it."
"Gee, that's sweet of you, Mr. MacIntyre, but we'll have to see."
"Now I'm the one with my face all wet and sticky," he said. You licked me clean. I should return the favor," she said.
"I think that is a great idea," the man said with a grin.
"Come here and give me a hug. Get your face close to mine."
The man did as she said. She wrapped her arms around him and lapped tenderly at his handsome face with her little pink tongue. He licked his face clean.
The little girl was .pleasantly surprised by the flavor of her own cunt juice. She was sad when the man's face was clean, because the taste of her cunt was gone.
Then they necked wildly. When there was a pause in their hot kissing Mr. MacIntyre remembered the six pack of beer he had brought along.
"Would you like a beer?" he asked.
"Gee, I never had one before."
"You've never had beer?"
"I've tasted it-but I've never had a whole bottle to myself before."
"Would you like one?"
"Yes, please," she said.
And so they drank the beer and-as Mr. MacIntyre expected, it didn't take very much of the lager to get the little girl tipsy. She began to giggle and make stupid jokes.
The handsome schoolteacher suggested that they go skinny-dipping in the babbling brook. Tina thought that this was a splendid idea.
Her ass wiggled from side to side as she ran down the little grassy slope toward the crystal clear water. Her tits bobbed up and down.
The schoolteacher could feel his balls start to ache once again as he watched the little girl's ass, her tits, and that precious angel face of hers.
"Ooooooh, it's COLD!" she said.
"That's good," he said.
"It is?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied.
"Why?" she inquired.
"It'll refresh you."
"I guess. Brrrr."
They both got in the water. Mr. MacIntyre, once he got in the water, also felt it was too cold, but he didn't say anything about it. He wanted to seem tough.
Tougher than he actually was. They splashed each other and giggled like children. Tina began to feel as if they were Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Then the little girl noticed that the blood was pumping back into the man's cock. The hot blood of his masculine horniness was moving downward in his body very quickly-and each and every drop of that blood was headed for his dick.
His cock head grew larger.
His cock shaft thickened.
The little girl could see his cock getting a little bit longer, a little bit thicker and a little bit harder with each beat of his heart.
The man's balls felt swollen.
The tip of his cock began to raise in the air. The little girl could see that the tip of his porker was defying gravity once again.
"Let's get out of the water," she suggested.
"Too cold for you?" he asked.
"Uh uh. You're too hot," she said.
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"It means I want to suck you off again," she said.
"Your timing is perfect," he said. "Guys have a way of wearing their lust on their sleeves," she said. And they both laughed.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was summer vacation and Tina decided that, for the first time in her life, she was going to get a decent suntan. She decided that she wanted to be tanned all over.
She didn't want to have a tan line caused by a bathing suit like other girls. Tina thought that tan lines looked UGLY! She thought about where she could go to be completely alone so that she could sunbathe in the nude.
She decided that the best place to go was out by the George Bridge which crossed Blackwood Creek, very close to the edge of town.
The George Bridge was a railroad bridge that had not been used in years. The tracks across it were covered with weeds and rusted into uselessness.
The bridge was black and the word "GEORGE" had been written across it on the side in large white letters. It was the town's most famous piece of graffiti.
The paint job had been done sometime in the late fifties, so long ago that everyone in the town had forgotten who George was. He had single-handedly named a bridge after himself and then had returned to anonymity.
Tina lived in a small town called Painted Post, Pennsylvania. Painted Post was a diminutive community, a mere crossroads really, not far from the source of the Genessee River.
Painted Post was a conservative town where deviations from the norm were most definitely frowned upon. It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white with green trim, without variation. No one would dare think of painting their house another color. The houses were narrowed, straddled with sidewalks and mature maple trees.
Tina was pleased that her father had not requested that she get a summer job. Instead, he was giving her an allowance for some minor chores around the house.
Tina had never had a real job. She knew sooner or later she would have to go out and make some money all by herself-but she preferred that that be later.
The little girl told her father that she was going out swimming on that fateful Saturday. She put on her skimpy bathing suit, and then shorts and a tee-shirt over that. She slipped sneakers over bare toes. She put on her bathing suit even though she had no intention of keeping it on once she reached her destination.
The spot she had picked to do her nude sunbathing was behind the Painted Post sewage treatment plant. The surrounding area didn't smell as bad as you might think, but the local folks frequently buzzed with worry over what the treatment plant was doing to the waters of Blackwood Creek.
Since it was Saturday, no one would be working at the treatment plant, and even if there were teenagers diving off the George Bridge, they wouldn't be able to see her where she planned to stretch out on a blanket.
The little girl walked to the spot-since it was less than a mile from her home. She thought about taking her bicycle, but decided against it. It was a hot day, and there was hardly any breeze. She would have worked up quite a sweat on a bike. It was a better day for a slow stroll.
Since the little girl's skin was so fair, and she burned so easily, she left the house with a picnic basket filled with suntan lotions, oils, creams and various sunscreens.
She felt a little nervous, getting completely naked right out in the open, even if her privacy was protested by a large building on one side and trees on the other three.
She removed her tee-shirt and shorts once she reached her spot. Her blanket was spread out. She turned her transistor radio on to her favorite rock and roll station.
Then she pulled off her bikini bottoms. She removed her bikini tops. She stretched out on her back on the blanket and closed her eyes to the sun. The rays felt warm and good on her bare skin. She rolled over on her belly for a moment so that she could toast her buns a bit.
She opened up her picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of suntan oil. She sat up with her knees in the air. She began to oil her breasts. She could feel her nipples getting hard and erect as she touched them. She gasped. She could feel herself getting horny.
She began to feel naughty. She rubbed her breasts with oil much longer than she really had to. She then rubbed oil on her feet and her legs. She allowed her dainty fingertips to linger at the insides of her thighs. She oiled her ass and her shoulders and arms. She oiled as much of her back and she could reach, and then put some of the slippery stuff on her face. She donned a pair of hip sunglasses and stretched out on her back once again. Her horniness had not gone away. In fact, it was worse than ever.
Many nights the little girl had felt this way in bed all alone beneath the covers in the darkness and privacy of her bedroom. She had a room to herself. She was an only child. Tina had no brothers and sisters. She didn't know if being an only child was an advantage or a disadvantage. The jury was still out on that one as far as the pretty redheaded teenager was concerned.
She had had severe cases of insomnia because of the ache between her legs at night-yet she had never touched herself in an impure manner. She wanted a man to teach her about those sensations.
Now that Mr. MacIntyre had taught her what an orgasm felt like, she figured that she might as well do something that she had never done before.
She decided that she was going to diddle herself. The second she made this decision the little girl could feel her pussy getting wet and swollen. She could feel her natural lubrication gathering at the base of her slash.
She stroked up and down the insides of her oiled thighs with the tips of her long red fingernails. She touched herself from her knees to the sides of her cunt.
She touched her pussy for the first time and shivered violently. She ran her fingers up and down her snatch very lightly. She spread her thighs apart as far as she could get them. Just as she had done on the day she shared the blanket with Mr. MacIntyre, Tina made a futile attempt to point her knees in opposite directions. The little girl rubbed her asshole. She pushed her finger inside her cunt. She actually touched her cherry with the tip of a fingernail. Then she found her clit with her fingertip.
She began to diddle.
She diddled softly.
Slowly.
Then faster.
Harder.
She could tell that she was going to have no trouble making herself come. She could feel the intensity of her womanly passion growing rapidly.
She could feel her clit swelling against her sensitized fingertip. She rolled her clit in a slow circle. She moved her love button in a figure eight with the delicate tip of her finger. She had that finger arched at the knuckles so that she would not risk accidentally scratching her cunt's mucous membranes with her long red fingernails. She pressed her clit against the base of her pubic bone and began to flick her fingertip back and forth across it. She moved her finger back and forth so fast that it was a blur to the naked eye. She could feel her muscles tensing, her breath quickening, her heart pounding. She squirmed on the blanket. She was once again unadulteratedly in tune with nature. She could feel herself starting to come. She let out a single sharp cry of pleasure and sat up quickly as the electric shocks of pleasure ripped through her. She didn't stop diddling her little man in the boat until her come was completely through.
* * *
Tina glowed in the sun. She glowed with sexual satisafction. She sunned her back and then her belly. Her tiny transistor radio could get pretty loud considering its size. At that moment the radio was blasting out her favorite rock and roll song.
"HELLO! I LOVE YOU! WON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME? HELLO! I LOVE YOU! LET ME JUMP IN YOUR GAME! HELLO! HELLO! HELLO!" the man on the radio screamed.
Then the little girl heard an odd and somewhat frightening rumbling sound in the distance. At first she thought a thunderstorm was headed that way. She thought maybe Painted Post, Pennsylvania was in for some nasty weather. She sat up for a moment and looked around. She could see that there were only three clouds in the entire sky and they were all fluffy and white.
Then the little girl thought maybe the sound was coming from her radio. She turned off the loud rock and roll song and the rumbling continued. As a matter-of-fact, the rumbling grew louder.
She thought maybe they were having an earthquake or something. She could feel a strange vibration in the ground. She looked toward the sewage treatment plant. She feared shit gas was accumulating and preparing to explode. Then she saw dust in the air near the edge of the treatment plant and the rumbling sound not only became louder, but also more familiar.
The rumbling was the sound of many roaring motorcycles.
The sound lessened and then she realized she was in big trouble. A gang of dirty, filthy and huge bikers came around the corner of the building and drove their bikes right across he open field toward the blanker where Tina stretched in all of her glory.
She didn't know what to do.
She couldn't run. The only escape route was to run right toward them. If she ran naked into the woods she would tear her flesh repeatedly on the thick prickered foliage.
She could feel butterflies flopping around inside her tummy.
Her heart began to pound its way up into her throat. She hurriedly sniffed her fingers, and, realizing that they smelled heavily of her own cunt, she popped them in her mouth to suck them clean.
Then she grabbed her blanket and wrapped it around her in a pathetic attempt at privacy. It was too late. The bikers had already seen her.
They saw that she was female.
They saw that she was naked.
That was pretty much all they cared about.
The bikers formed a circle around the girl's blanket. They revved their engines-creating a roar so loud that it hurt the little girl's tender shell-like ears.
Then they killed the engines.
The bikers were all wearing sleeveless denim jackets that were oil and looked as if they had been soaked in the sewage treatment plant.
They wore leather pants.
Cowboy boots.
One of them turned his back to her for a moment and she could see that he had a cloth emblem sewn onto the back of his sun-faded denim lacket.
It said: THE HACKERS.
The name of the gang, no doubt, she thought to herself. She could see that there was one biker who was a good deal larger (and uglier) than the others.
It came as little surprise to the little girl when this biker turned out to be the leader of the gang.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Looky here, looky here, looky here," the leader of the bikers said. Tina could see that the oily man had a toothpick in the side of his mouth.
The girl could see that there was a tattoo on the man's right arm, in between his shoulder and his elbow. The tattoo was green and red.
It showed a human skull with a snake crawling through the mouth, nose and eye holes. Beneath the skull and snake was, in ornamented letters, "MOM."
"Leave m-m-m-m-me alone," Tina said.
"Why?" the man said.
"Because I want to be alone."
"You own this property?"
"Uhhhh-YES! Uh-my Daddy does."
"Bullshit."
"Oh God," the little girl said, more or less to herself, in dismay.
"God ain't here," one of the other bikers said. "Just us," said the leader.
"We are messengers of Satan," said yet another biker.
"Who ARE you guys?" she asked.
"The name is Jackson. Vernon Jackson," the leader said.
"Greasy Garner," said another biker.
"Axelrod Johnson," said a third.
And so on.
"Who are you, little girl?" Vernon Jackson asked, chewing his toothpick vigorously.
"T-t-t-t-t-tina," she said with a pathetic little stammer. Her fear showed in her eyes. The savage men enjoyed seeing her fear. They planned to exploit it.
"Tina, you are gonna be used, cunt," Vernon Jackson said.
"PI ease have m-m-m-m-m-m-mercy on m-m-m-m-me," she said.
"Mercy! HA! We don't even know the meaning of the word."
"Please don't hurt m-m-m-m-me," Tina pleaded with a whine.
"We ain't gonna hurt you," Greasy Garner said with a chuckle.
"Not any more than we have to, that is," Vernon Jackson said.
All of the bikers laughed at their leader's little joke.
Then the leader of the bikers unstraddled his stripped down Harley chopper and walked toward the little girl. He strutted in his cowboy boots. He swaggered, moving his broad shoulders from side to side as he moved.
He grabbed her blanket and pulled it away from her. She sat before them in the cool grass totally exposed. They ogled her rudely and made frighteningly explicit comments concerning their ugly plans for her.
"I say we cut off her tits and eat them for supper," one said.
"I say we fist fuck her."
"In the asshole."
"Good idea."
"Yeah!"
"Shaddup," Vernon Jackson said to his subservients. "Nobody ain't gonna do nothing to the cunt until I'm through with her, hear?"
"Yes, Vernon," the others said.
"And I'm gonna use her mouth!" Vernon said.
The little girl could see that the biker was humongous. He was the largest man she had seen in a long ime. He could easily have been a football player.
The redheaded teenager correctly assumed that the man did not have the proper character, however, for athletic competition. He was a hood, through and through.
She could see that the man stood well over six feet tall. He was six four to be precise. She could tell that he tipped the scales at well over two-hundred pounds when he last checked.
That is not to say that the man was obese, or even the slightest bit overweight. The truth of the matter was that Vernon Jackson did not have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.
He was all muscle.
Iron-thewed muscle.
The man had thick slabs of muscle across his chest, his shoulders and his back. The man tore off his denim jacket and tossed it aside. The little girl could see the biker's finely tuned muscles rippling with each and every one of his movements.
The man had extraordinarily broad shoulders. His entire upper torso was huge. He had hair that was as black as pitch-and looked as if it had not been washed in ages.
His hair was long and unkempt. It spilled down over his forehead and the tops of his ears. It was long and curled upward a bit at the neck.
The man had eyebrows and eyelashes that were just as black as the hair on his head. He had one eyebrow actually, which went all the way across. There was no break between his eyebrows at the bridge of his nose.
His eyes were very dark. They were actually dark brown in color-but they were so dark that they frequently looked as ebony as his hair.
His nose looked as if it had been broken many times.
There was a big scar across Vernon Jackson's right cheek.
The man had a lot of body hair. The little girl could see that there was a thick rug of black fur covering the man's chest and belly.
The hair was so thick that it was practically impossible for the little girl to see either his nipples or his bellybutton. She liked hairy men.
The more hair a guy had the more he seemed like a beast to Tina and less like a human being. Oddly, there was something about this that appealed to the little girl a great deal.
In spite of the massive girth of the man's upper torso, his waist and hips were remarkably slender. He was built like a triangle with its point down.
The little girl could see that there was a big ratio between his chest and-waist measurements. On the other hand, the redheaded teenager could see that there was hardly any ratio at all between his waist and hip measurements.
She could see that his thighs were very thick. She knew that she would never get around to measuring but she suspected right off that one of the man's thighs was bigger around than her entire waist. Of course, Tina had a tiny waist.
His legs were long.
His hands and feet were humongous, and the little girl could tell by the bulge in the crotch of his leather pants that the same thing was true of another all-important part of Vernon Jackson's masculine anatony.
"Ooooweee! Look at those tits!" Gr easy said.
"She's got no cunt hair," Axelrod said.
"Hardly none anyway," Greasy said.
"Easy, boys. Keep it in your pants," Vernon said. The leader of the biker gang reached down with both hands and grabbed the brass buckle to his black leather belt.
He unbuckled it.
He undid the top of his pants. It didn't come as any extreme shock to the little girl that he was wearing no underwear. He didn't seem like the type who would. He seemed more like the type who would wear his pants backwards, just to prove he was tough.
His cock was stiff by the time it popped out of his tight leather trousers, and this came as no shock to the little girl either. The man walked right up to Tina and reached down to grab her by the hair.
"I can tell just by looking at your mouth that you already know what to do," Vernon Jackson said.
"You want me to suck you off, right?"
"That's right."
"That's all?"
"For now."
"No sweat."
She couldn't believe that it was going to be that easy. Of course, it wasn't. There was a big aspect of this sex act that Vernon had not bothered to explain to the little girl. He had too handfuls of her thick red hair. He pulled her hair so hard that she thought it was all going to come ripping out of her scalp by the roots. She straightened her back and moved her face so that it was directly in front of his dancing boner. She sat on her heels and kept her knees close together. She was very afraid. She had a sneaking suspicion that these sadistic men were just searching for an excuse to beat the living shit out of her.
"You better not bite me, cunt. If you do I'll pull out every tooth in your head with a pair of greasy pliers," Vernon Jackson said. His threat was not without effect.
The man grabbed the little girl by the head. He pushed his fingers through her thick red hair until he was pressing hard against her scalp.
The leader of the biker gang then pushed his fingers over the top of her head, to the back of her head, then down to the base of her skull.
He pressed his fingertips into the nape of her neck hard, puckering the flesh-hurting her severely. The little girl could feel tears welling in her emerald green eyes.
The tears began to drip from the ducts at the inner corners of her big round eyes. Those rivulets of saltwater ran over her high cheekbones and down her smooth cheeks.
Her face was soon stained with the tracks of her tears. Her tears made it into her mouth and onto her tongue. They tasted both salty and bitter-as if they had been tainted and poisoned by her acute sense of hopelessness and despair.
The man held the little girl's skull so tightly that she feared he was going to crush her head-just as if it were a ripe grape.
The man then turned his wrists and moved his palms so that they were covering the little girl's ears. Her ears were pinned to the sides of her head by his huge dirty hand.
In this manner the leader of the bikers made it very difficult for the little girl to hear anything at all. The things she could hear sounded as if they were coming from far far away.
Her vision was blurred because of her tears. The little girl found that she had to blink more frequently than usual if she wanted to see properly.
She realized that the man was holding her head stringently. She gasped with fear when she discovered that she could no longer move her face from side to side-not even a fraction of an inch.
The redheaded teenager realized that she could no longer pull back away from Vernon Jackson's loins with her pretty head and round shoulders.
Tina discovered that the only direction she could move her head was forward, and that would make sense to her in time, as forward proved to be the only direction the head biker was interested in.
The little girl opened her mouth as far as she could get it. She could feel her eyes swelling. She correctly assumed that her green eyes were getting extremely bloodshot.
Her eyes were so swollen that she discovered, to her dismay, that she could only blink with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty and discomfort.
The teenager's inner eyelids felt as if they had suddenly and magically been transformed into a particularly rough variety of sandpaper.
The man pushed forward with his loins a bit and then he began to swing his ass from side to side-thus causing his cock meat to slap her rudely in the cheeks.
"Smack her with your cock!"
"Beat her face with your meat!"
"Put your dong in her mouth!"
"Ram it in, Vernon!"
"Do it, one time for Billy."
Billy was a Hacker who had been killed in a police shootout only two weeks before. His name still cropped up in conversation quite frequently. The bikers knew that guys like them often didn't live to be very old.
The head biker stopped slapping the little girl's cute kisser with his boner. He pushed the head of his dick right into her mouth.
She sucked.
She made sloppy noises.
She sucked as hard as she possibly could at the biker's pecker.
"You fool," he said to her.
She looked up at him while he sucked, turning her swollen and reddened eyes skyward. His ass cheeks were tensed and his buttocks were pushed together as tightly as he could get them.
"You little foolish cunt," he said.
The little girl knew that he had to be shouting because she could hear what he was saying in spite of the way his huge greasy hands covered her ears.
"Did you think I would be satisfied with having just the head of my cock sucked, huh, you little foolish chick?" Vernon Jackson said.
He turned his head and spat on the grass.
The little girl closed her eyes, even though this hurt. She was not sure what the man was talking about-but she didn't like the sound of it. "No, cunt. This is the easy part," the man said. The little girl could feel his glans throbbing against her lips, her tongue, and the insides of her cheeks. The head of the biker's cock was so thick that her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her oral cavity.
She concentrated on keeping her teeth off of his cock. She knew that he wasn't bluffing when he threatened to pull out her teeth with a pair of pliers. She could tell that Vernon Jackson was not the type of dude to bluff.
This men played for keeps.
"No, stupid cunt! I am not going to be satisfied until I have shoved the entire length of my cock right down your tight little throat," Vernon said.
The little girl could feel the blood draining from her face. She could tell that she was turning as white as a sheet-as pale as a ghost.
She was also getting sunburned severely, but she wouldn't realize this until much later. The butterflies down in the little girl's tummy were now flopping around on top of one another as if they were anxious to get the hell out of there.
"This ain't gonna be no regular blow job, chickie baby. This is going to be a-uh-a FACE FUCK!" Vernon Jackson said, searching momentarily for the correct words.
The little girl tried desperately to think of what to do. She could feel her brain becoming incapable of rational thought. Her stream-of-consciousness was shattered by her fear.
The teenager's brain felt as if it were headed in a thousand different directions at the same time t and she couldn't hold onto a single thought for more than the most minute fraction of a second.
Her nostrils flared wildly-and she could hear herself making sharp snorting noises. Then she realized that it might be a good idea to move her knees back in the grass, away from the biker's boots.
This enabled the teenager to straighten her swan-like neck.
The redhead correctly assumed that the complete violation of her neck would be more comfortable for both of them if she straightened her gullet out. The man began to push forward with his masculinely slender lower torso.
The little girl tried desperately to relax the muscles down in her throat so that she could keep her inevitable discomfort to a minimum.
But the teenager was so frightened that she found ninety-nine percent of her attempt to relax was in vain. She was too nervous to relax any part of her body-much less the part of her body that was directly under attack.
The man pushed his cock head down into the back of her mouth and then into., her throat. Just as the little girl expected, she began to gag horribly immediately.
The pain was severe.
Her tears continued to flow.
She felt sick to her stomach.
She felt as if she had just been stabbed in the gullet with a red-hot poker! It burned.
But it felt good in a way ... Sort of right for her.
CHAPTER SIX
Tina's throat was on fire.
Her eyes opened widly. They bugged and bulged. She could feel a great pressure behind those orbs.
"Yeah," Vernon sighed.
He continued to push forward steadily, making it perfectly clear through his behavior that he had no intention of stopping the forward pressure of his lower torso until the entire length of his cock was down her throat. It was all the little girl could do to keep her teeth off his prick by this time. There was a growing part of the girl that wanted to bite the biker's cock right off with her sharp white choppers. She knew that the others would kill her, probably torture her to death or something, if she attempted a nasty stunt like that.
The little girl could feel her lips crawling down the shaft of his rock hard cock toward the base. Her button nose got closer and closer to the thick patch of ebony short and curly pubic hairs growing on his pubic bone directly above the base of his dong.
The teenager could tell that there was no way the man was going to stop pushing forward until her nose was imbedded in that pubic bush. The thought of this filled the little girl with panic. She knew that she wouldn't be able to breathe at all once her nose pushed into his bush. She might suffocate. The man was going to kill her by depriving her of air with his cock, she feared. She could tell that the spasms and convulsions she was feeling in her violently gagging throat were pleasuring the head biker in a couple of ways.
For one thing, he was a sadist, so he would derive pleasure from any pain he caused her. For another thing, more directly, her spasms were squeezing and tugging at his cock. Each time the little girl gagged the huge biker could feel a ripple of manly pleasure rolling up and down the entire length of his spine, all the way from his tailbone to the base of his skull and then back again.
The man entered her throat slowly. She could tell that there was no way the huge black haired man was going to stop shoving his cock inside her until his balls were resting on her chin!
He stabbed forward hard and drove the remainder of his cock into her. She could feel his balls on her chin. Her nose was buried in his pubies. Her face was as red as her fingernails.
Her freckles looked especially yellow at that moment. There was a single vein at the little girl's right temple near the surface that was throbbing visibly. That vein looked all too much like it was going to bust at any second. She couldn't believe how deeply her throat was being probed by his dick. She couldn't believe how stuffed full of cock meat her gullet felt at that moment.
The man did not leave the entire length of his member down the little girl's throat for very long-not for very long at all. He did not want her to suffocate. He knew that she would be no fun to play with anymore if she died on him. The bikers were a sick crew but they didn't fuck with corpses. He began to withdraw.
He pulled back with his tensed ass every bit as slowly as he had originally penetrated. He didn't stop pulling back until, once again, only the head of his cock was inside her mouth. The little girl's lips gripped desperately at the top of his cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his bulbous purple glans.
He smelled terrible-but the little girl came to like the aroma. No woman could ever smell that way. Vernon Jackson's scent was intrinsically male.
Then the leader of the biker gang took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs with air. His chest expanded to what seemed like twice its normal size.
Then he let out all of the air with a sharp grunt and drove the entire length of his cock into the little girl's throat all in one fell swoop.
The little girl could feel the pressure behind her eyes getting suddenly worse. Her eyes bulged and bugged so severely that it worried Tina.
The redhead spent a terrifying moment or two fearing that her swollen eyes were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets.
As it turned out, the girl was more shocked than injured by the violent violation of her gullet.
She had simply been unaware of the fact that her throat could go from completely empty to completely full with that kind of extraordinary rapidity.
Just when the little girl thought she could take the pain no longer, she could feel her discomfort beginning to lessen. The uncontrollable spasms and convulsions in her throat stopped, more because the muscles surrounding her gullet were exhausted than for any other reason.
She found that she could control her throat muscles. The man began to fuck her face with a smooth steady motion. She could tell that he wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before the biker spilled his seed into her mouth.
Then she feared that the man would shoot his creamy come into her while the entire length of his cock was inside her. This would have been quite a disappointment as far as the redheaded teenager was concerned.
If he shot his wad while her lips grabbed his dick at the base, his come would miss her tongue completely, and she would not get a chance to savor the delicious flavor of his manly jism. It was as if he read her mind.
He pulled back his hips at the last second.
He shot his come right into her mouth-and she sucked down every drop of that goo like a good girl.
"SUCK IT! CUNT! SUCK THAT BIG SPASMING PORKER! SUCK IT GOOD! OOOH! SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW MY JIZZ BITCH! SWALLOW IT RIGHT DOWN! GULP IT! GOBBLE IT LIKE A TURKEY!"
The second the man's come was through he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He was through but the other biker's were hornier than ever.
The little girl knew that her abuse had only just begun. She knew that she would have the come of ten men inside her belly by the time the gang bang was through.
* * *
Ten Bikers.
Ten loads of jism.
All in Tina's tummy.
She was ready to puke.
She loved come, and she would have thought that she couldn't get enough of the stuff, but she had been proven wrong by the savage bikers.
She learned at that moment that too much of a good thing-no matter how good the thing was-was a bad thing. There was come on her face. There was come dripping off the tip of her chin onto the cleavage between her breasts. The bikers were drinking beer. They-drank differently from others she had seen. They quaffed down a twelve ounce can of lager in three swallows and then crushed the can in huge fists, all in one motion.
"Holy shit!" Greasy Garner said.
"What's the problem?" Vernon asked.
"I gotta leak."
"So leak."
"Where?" Gresy asked. "Anywhere, jerk-off. You are outside."
"I don't feel like wasting my piss."
"What do you mean by that?" Vernon asked.
"I want the cunt to be my toilet," Greasy said.
"That's a great idea," Vernon said.
"Let 's all piss on her," Axelrod said.
"Not just on her," Greasy said.
"In her. In her mouth," Vernon clarified.
"That's even a better idea," Axelrod said.
The little girl looked only semi-conscious at this point. She had fallen onto her side on the grass. Her body was still but her breaths were still short and anxious.
She had stopped listening to the vulgar interchanges between the savage men-but now their conversation once again drew her attention. She sat up.
"Don't do it," she said.
"Why not?" Vernon asked, his body shaking with laughter.
"It's not nice," the little girl said with despair in her voice.
"Fuck being nice, cunt," Axelrod said with an evil smile.
"We LIKE to be mean," Greasy said, whipping out his prick again.
"You will poison me if you make me drink that stuff," she said.
"Maybe," Verson said. His voice was filled with an annoying calm.
Greasy stepped over to the little girl and grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her into a kneeling position.
"Bitch, I'm not even sure that you are worthy of being my toilet," the biker said with clenched fists. She could tell that her best bet was to do as the bikers wished, and pray that the whole thing was over quickly.
She knelt before him. She tilted back her head. His cock was flaccid. She turned her face toward the tip of his prick. The man pushed his thumbs, his filthy thumbs, into her mouth and forced her jaw open so violently that the redheaded teenager half-expected to hear the bones in the lower half of her preciously cute kisser breaking on her at any second.
" Leave your mouth open!" Gr easy said, making it clear through his vocal intonations that he was not then, nor would he ever be, in the mood to take no for an answer.
He wasn't asking.
He was telling.
This was no request.
This was a command!
The man had been telling the truth about having to take a wicked piss. His bladder was full to the point where he thought it was going to burst.
He reached down and held his cock with his right thumb and forefinger. He used his fingers to aim the tip of his prick. Then he opened Ids floodgates and he let his piss flow!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tina kept her swollen and reddened eyes open until the last second. She could see the swollen little lips on either side of his piss hole stretching apart.
She could see the yellow liquid shooting from the winking eye at the tip of his flaccid and dangling pecker, then she closed her eyes as tightly as she could get them.
Tina crushed her long red eyelashes against her high cheekbones and wrinkled her eyelids. Her usually smooth forehead became deeply furrowed.
Her slender eyebrows became increasingly angular with her frown-yet she continued to hold her mouth open as far as it would go.
The little girl instinctively knew that the piss would burn her eyes if any got in them. The biker missed her mouth with his piss at first.
He did this on purpose. He sprayed her entire face with urine, just to enhance her already incredible degradation and humiliation.
Then he used his fingertips to re-adjust his aim. He made his pee go right into her mouth. The little girl only had two choices at that moment.
She could drink.
Or she could drown.
That was like no choice at all.
Tina drank.
The piss burned her tongue and her throat as it went down. The pee felt sour in her already troubled tummy. Fresh tears fell from her eyes.
She stifled her urge to gag. Luckily, her gagging muscles were already exhausted from the abuse they had received earlier, so stifling them was not as difficult for the little girl as if would have been if she had tried to do it before getting her precious kisser fucked by ten men.
She tried to take the piss down without swallowing at all, by simply opening up her throat--like she was pretending she was a college student chugalugging a stein of cool beer.
She drank until Greasy's bladder was completely empty.
He jiggled his prick and allowed the last few droplets of steamy urine to rain down upon her cute little face. She opened her eyes.
She still wasn't done. All of the bikers had now decided that they had to take a leak-and they all wanted to do it in the little girl's mouth.
The little girl had been convinced earlier that she was going to have a nasty sore throat after getting her gullet plowed so many times.
But this, to her delight, did not turn out to be the case.
She found that the bikers' come was soothing on her ravaged gullet tissues. The come had worked as a medicinal balm as it slithered down the entire length of her throat toward her belly.
All of the pain caused by the face-fucking had been washed away by the come. Now her throat was beginning to burn once again because of the piss she was forced to swallow.
When all ten of the men had finished pissing in her mouth Tina's stomach finally turned on her. She moved to her hands and knees and puked her guts out.
* * *
While the bikers all restraddled their stripped down Harley choppers, kicked their engines into a roar, and left the area, Tina was still having the dry heaves in the grass.
She retched until bile came out of her mouth and then she continued to retch. She felt as if she had left the real world and had woken up inside somebody's nightmare. She couldn't believe that something like that had actually happened to her. She knew one thing for sure. If she did any sunbathing at all during the remainder of the summer, she was going to do it with her bikini on, and she was going to do it in the privacy of her own backyard.
She managed to clear her head and stop throwing up after a time. She put her bikini on and then her shorts and her tee shirt. She gathered up her blanket and her tiny radio.
She thought about walking down to Blackwood Creek to clean herself up a little bit-then she figured that probably wasn't smart.
She couldn't stop thinking about the abuse she had received. She didn't feel traumatized. She didn't tell herself foolish things like she would never be the same again.
She was not seriously injured. She might have a bruise here and there, but she didn't think anyone would notice there was anything wrong with her once the redness left her eyes and the scent of puke had been washed away from her breath.
She couldn't help but wonder why her fear and pain had had such a sweetness to them. She. almost felt as if she had enjoyed the abuse. She felt cleansed and enlightened by the abuse she had received.
The little girl didn't sleep well that night, as might be expected. She ended up jerking herself off by rubbing her cunt against a corner of her pillow three times before she finally managed to fall asleep.
The next day Tina did something that was very strange for her. She went to the Painted Post Public Library, which was on Main Street, right next to the police station and the firehouse.
She looked up "SEX" in the card catalogue and found that there were many books written on the subject. She pulled them down from the shelves and took them to a table. She began to read.
The little girl discovered that there was such a thing as sado-masochistic sex. She learned that, just as there were men who liked to hurt women, there were women who enjoyed being hurt by men.
Tina correctly assumed that she fit into the latter category. That was why she had enjoyed it so much when Mr. MacIntyre bit her nipples so hard.
She continued to read. She read about bondage, slave training, watersports, golden showers etc. By the time she left the library that afternoon she felt as if she knew everything there was to know about S and M sex.
And she was anxious to try it all!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was August.
The weather was hot.
Sticky.
Tina's Mommy, on this particular Sunday, began drinking early, even earlier than usual for the boozy woman. By three in the afternoon Mommy was dead to the world on the living room couch.
"The woman needs help," Daddy said.
"You're the only one who can help her," Tina said.
"I don't know what to do," Daddy confessed.
"Are you going to let her destroy erself?"
"What should I do? Commit her?"
"Get her to a clinic or something."
"I've tried. She won't go. She has to want to help herself. She has to take the first step," Daddy said.
"I don't want to talk about Mommy anymore, Daddy," Tina said.
"What would you like to talk about, pumpkin?" Daddy asked.
"Sex," Tina said, her eyes once again twinkling.
"I had a feeling that was what was on your mind."
"How could you tell?" Tina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"There was something about the expression on your face."
"Well, it's true. I keep thinking about that day in the John."
"It was nice for me too," Daddy said in a whispery voice.
"You remember you told me I was too young to get fucked."
"All too well," Daddy said, his chest heaving with a sigh.
"Why do you say it that way, Daddy?" Tina queried.
"Because I have regretted it ever since," he said.
"Really! That's great. I still have my cherry and I want you to pop it!"
The grown man and the little girl moved toward one another, not far at all from the prone and unconscious form of his wife, her mother.
"I was afraid that I had blown it," Daddy said. "I was afraid that I had missed my opportunity to be your first real lover Thank God you waited."
"Can we do it now?"
"OF COURSE!" Daddy exclaimed loudly and enthusiastically.
"But, there's something else too, Daddy," Tina said.
"What is it, pumpkin," her old man asked quietly.
He brushed her smooth cheek with his fingertips lightly.
"It's kind of hard to say. I don't know how you'll react."
"I don't mind if you are having your period, if that's what's troubling you."
"No, that's not it-but that's nice to know, Daddy'., she said.
"Then what is it? Come on, sweetheart. Spit it out," he said.
"I want you to tie me up before you fuck me, Daddy."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. I've been reading about bondage and discipline."
"I think you know more about this than I do," he said.
"I need to be rendered helpless, and totally vulnerable."
"You are sure about this?" he asked. She noticed he was panting.
"It looks to me like you like the idea too, Daddy," she said.
"I don't dislike it as much as I thought I would," he said.
"I want you to treat me rough, Daddy. Use me. Fuck me."
"I have to think. What will I use to tie you up?" he said.
"There is rope out in the garage," little Tina suggested.
"Right! Go get it and meet me upstairs," Daddy said;
"You wanna do it in the master bedroom?" she asked.
"That seems like a sin, with Mommy here and all," Daddy said.
"You're right. Besides, my bed has bedposts," Tina said.
"What difference do bedposts make?" her loving father inquired.
"It will make it easier for you to tie me up," she exclaimed. She then wiggled her little ass and ran out to the garage to get the rope. Daddy walked upstairs with a slight limp. It was hard to walk with his boner raging inside his trousers.
* * *
By the time the little girl got to her bedroom with the ropes her father had gotten out of all of his clothes. It was only the second time she had seen him in the buff;
She stared at his cock for a moment and then began to undress herself. It didn't take her very long to get naked because she had not been wearing very much in the first place, it being such a hot sticky day and all.
Her pussy became thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of her feminine arousal. Her pussy as soaking wet with juice. Her clit was so swollen it felt ready to pop.
While she had been away Daddy had felt some troubling emotions bubbling up inside of him. His daughter's request for bondage and abuse had kindled a spark within him. He could feel a side of himself emerging that he had not previously known existed.
He could feel the sadistic part of him emerging full-blown. He was breathing very hard and there was a wild look in his eyes that Tina could not remember ever seeing before.
The little girl pulled both of her foam rubber pillows out from under her covers and placed them on top of one another. She punched the top pillow with a tightly clenched right fist to make an indentation for the back of her head.
The little girl stretched out on her back on the bed and pushed her feet toward the foot of the bed-keeping her trim ankles and smooth knees close together.
"Tie me tight," she said.
"You want it, you're gonna get it," Daddy said, smacking his lips obscenely. He grabbed her by her left wrist so tightly that she felt as if she were caught in a bear trap or something. She could feel his fingertips digging right into her wrist flesh.
He was hurting her.
She liked it.
He liked it too.
The man then pulled the little girl's left arm back over her head toward the head of the bed viciously. He yanked her arm so hard that she squealed with pain and tears welled in her eyes.
Just as the first droplets of saltwater dripped from the ducts at the inner corners of her eyes, the first droplets of cunt juice oozed from the base of her needy twat.
The man pulled the little girl's arm so hard that she half-expected to hear the bones snapping at her wrist or elbow at any second. He yanked her arm so hard that she feared he was going to yank her shoulder right out of its socket-and she loved every twinge of pain the man gave her.
CHAPTER NINE
Daddy pulled his daughter's arm so that her hand was pressed up against the desired bedpost. He made sure that her elbow was locked in the straight position.
He then tied the rope around the bedpost and his daughter's wrist at the same time. It was clear that he no longer cared how much he hurt her.
As a matter-of-fact, it was becoming increasingly obvious that the man was relishing his little girl's discomfort, that he was deriving physical pleasure from her discomfort, just like a full-fledged sadist would.
He tied the rope around the little girl's wrist so tightly that Tina could feel the rough hemp biting painfully into her sensitive flesh.
The redheaded teenager could tell that the rope was going to leave an ugly red mark on her wrist, a mark that would linger for days even after the bondage was removed.
The little girl could feel a pressure at her left fingertips. She could tell that the rope was around her wrist so tightly that the circulation of blood to her hand had been completely cut off.
The teenager could tell without looking that the tops of her fingers were turning a deep purple color. In fact, she could tell that her left fingertips were turning the same shade of purple as the head of Daddy's stiff thick cock.
She could feel pins and needles in the tips of her dainty fingers-but Tina correctly assumed that she would not be able to feel those pins and needles for very long.
Tina could tell that her fingertips would soon be rendered numb by the stringent rope bindage the man was violently administering.
The same would be true of her fingers, and her entire hand. The little girl tried to wiggle her left fingers at their knuckles. She found that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
Her knuckles became stiffer and stiffer. The redhead knew that it wouldn't be long before she wouldn't be able to wiggle her fingers at all.
Her hand was to be rendered both motionless and feelingless by the bondage Daddy applied. The head of the bed was pushed flush against Tina's bedroom wall.
That meant that Daddy had to circle all the way around the foot of the bed to get to the other side so he could bind the other arm.
He took long strides as he moved swiftly around the bed. He moved with a surprising grace. An animalistic grace. Daddy looked, for all the world, like a wild jungle beast encircling his helpless prey.
That was just how Tina felt at that moment-like helpless prey. That was the way she wanted to feel. That was the way she ALWAYS wanted to feel.
Daddy tied her right arm back over her head just as tightly as he had tied her left. Soon she couldn't feel anything in her right hand either.
Daddy then moved to the foot of the bed. He jackknifed at the waist and reached down with straightened arms to grip both of his daughter's trim ankles simultaneously.
Then, with a single outward swoop of his straightened arms, he pulled her legs apart to a perfect ninety-degree angle. He looked very much as if he were making a wish over a human wishbone as he pulled his little girl's shapely gams apart in that manner.
Her pussy lips opened along with her thighs and her juice began to spill from her quivering quim immediately. Her cunt's scent filled the room.
He tied her ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Her knees, like her elbows, were locked in the straight position. She could actually see her toes turning purple.
The rough hemp hurt the little girl's ankles, especially at the anklebones. She tried to wiggle her toes until she could no longer move them at all.
There!
It was done!
She was bound spread-eagled on the bed. She was tied up so stringently that she could not move a muscle. She could tense and relax her muscles-but she couldn't move any of them.
Tina discovered that the only part of her body that she could move was her head. She could lift the back of her head from her top foam rubber pillow if she wanted to.
She could turn her face from side to side if she had to also, but these movements took a lot of energy, more energy than they were worth, Tina concluded.
She correctly assumed that she was going to need all of the pooled energy she could muster before the S and M sex session was through.
The little girl could feel her clitoris' role as the center of her womanly pleasure being usurped by a new magic spot-a new focal point for her intense sexual yearning.
The new spot was deep inside Tina's tiny cunt, up past her cherry, in a spot where the diminutive teenager had never before been touched.
The new magic spot was on the upper roof of her inner cunt, not far from her cervix, not far from the mouth of her womb. She could tell that something splendid was going to happen when Daddy touched her there for the first time with the tip of his dick.
Of course, she knew she had a long way to go before that happened. Her thoroughly intact hymen had to be disposed of before she could think about pleasure.
Tina was astounded by the simple fact that she was looking forward to having her cherry popped in spite of the pain she knew it would cause. That was because, for one thing, she liked pain, and for another, she knew that each and every twinge of her cherry-popping's pain would be more than worthwhile in the long run.
This pain would open up for Tina a lifetime of exquisite physical enjoyment. She felt as if she were about to be graduated into womanhood by Daddy's cock.
The little girl felt as if something were about to be torn away from her-something that would never grow back. Not just her cherry.
But her childhood itself.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Please."
She was seething.
Her cunt was wet and sticky and smelled of her horniness. Her poontang reeked of her lust. Her cunt juice dripped from her gash in a steady flow.
Tina was making a big wet spot on her bedspread by this time. She could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed high by her growing and vibrating clit.
There was a maddening itch of sexual desire in Tina's cunt-an itch that was demanding to be stretched. She yearned to writhe, yet she could not move.
She tossed her head a little and whimpered-making sounds in her throat about as wanton and needy as anything her Daddy could imagine.
Meanwhile, Tina was trying to imagine how far apart her inner cunt lips were going to have to open before just the head of his cock would fit inside her.
But there was no use in trying or her efforts were one-hundred percent futile. Tina's imagination failed to conjure such a gaping image.
The little girl tried to imagine how far into the soft tissues of her underbelly the tip of Daddy's member would have to push before her gaping inner labia would have the honor of holding his fleshy sword at the hilt.
Again her mind was boggled with her aborted fantasy. She couldn't help but wonder if the man was going to tear her apart, split her in two, with his purple sword.
Daddy got up on the bed and stretched out on top of his little girl. For a moment the full weight of Daddy's upper torso crushed down upon the little girl's chest.
Her tits were pressed flat.
She was unable to breathe.
Tina found herself staring up at Daddy's Adam's apple.
"Oooooh, baby, you are gonna be so tight," Daddy said.
"Plow me deep, Daddy! Plow my cunt deep, Daddy!"
"I will, sweetheart-don't you worry about that!"
"Fuck me hard and fast. I want you to hurt me!!"
"I don't want to hurt you too badly," Daddy said.
"Yes you do, Daddy. I can see it in your eyes," she said.
"I have to-maintain-control," Daddy said evilly.
"Don't, Daddy. Be a beast. Be a wild animal, Daddy!!!"
"You know that I am going to make you bleed?" he asked.
"Pop my cherry like a cork out of a champagne bottle!" she said.
CHAPTER TEN
Daddy placed the palms of his hands flat on the bedspread on either side of the little girl's head. His fingertips were tucked beneath her pillows.
He pushed down with his palms and lifted his elbows from the bed a bit. He arched his back so that he released some of the weight from her chest.
Her tits were still slightly flattened against him, but much more comfortably so. She liked the way his body felt pressing hard against her pebble-like nipples.
She could feel the entire length of Daddy's cock being pinned between their lower bellies. His balls were resting against the protruding and slightly curled back outer edges of Tina's inner cunt lips.
She could feel the base of his cock throbbing against her practically bald mound, directly in between her crimson curls of pubic hair.
She could feel the tip of his cock pulsating against a spot between her dimpled and concave bellybutton and her slightly flattened boobs.
The man kicked his legs out toward the foot of the bed. His feet dangled over the edge when he did this and his toes pointed downward toward the floor of Tina's bedroom.
The man lifted his lower torso with his knees. He had his knees very close together-so close that they were almost touching at their insides.
He lifted his. loins so that his balls lifted away from her pussy and the base of his cock lifted from her mound.
He lifted until just the very end, the tip of his humongous pecker was touching her, on a spot between the top of her slit and her navel.
Daddy supported the weight of his upper torso with his left arm exclusively. He straightened his left arm. He arched his back more sharply than before.
He lifted his chest so that only the little girl's nipples were touching him. The teenager's breasts returned to their normal shape.
Daddy reached back with his right hand and made a tight fist around the base of his dick. He gave his cock three quick squeezes. He was just checking to make sure his cock was as hard and thick as possible. The man had nothing to worry about in the boner department. One thing was for sure: Daddy's erection was full-fledged.
Tina moaned.
"I need it," she said.
Daddy used his right hand to move the head of his cock toward her cooze, her oozing cooze. He rubbed his piss hole against her clit for a moment.
Tina groaned.
"So good," she whispered.
Yes, Tina thought his prick's direct stimulation of her clit felt very good indeed, but it was no longer what she wanted most of all.
She whimpered. "Inside," she said.
The man stopped rubbing her clit. Instead he moved his glans up and down the entire length of her poontang slash, slowly and steadily.
She cried.
"SO HOT!" she said.
The man was doing this for a couple of reasons. For one thing it felt very good for both of them. But he also wanted to cover his cock head with a liberal layer of his natural lubrication.
He sighed.
"So wet," he said.
He knew that the initial penetration of the little girl's love tunnel would be easier for both of them if both her hole and his pole were wet and slippery.
She grunted.
"Now!" she said.
"Soon," he replied.
The little girl's father moved the bulbous purple head of his cock to the base of her cunt slash.
The muscular man wiggled his ass cheeks from side to side and worked the tip of his tool in between her inner labia.
He then adjusted his hips so that the shaft of his cock was at the correct angle for cunt penetration.
He made sure that the crown of his lance was poised at the very mouth of her super-needy fuck hole!
He then tensed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass and pressed his buttocks together very hard!
He took a deep breath. He began to push. He jackknifed slightly at the waist. The girl tried to relax.
Tina tried as hard as she could to completely relax the muscles on either side of her poontang.
Tina didn't have much luck however. She could feel the pressure on her cunt steadily increasing.
The little girl could not feel her cunt lips opening, however. They didn't even begin to open!
The little girl feared that she had bitten off more than she could chew this time. She feared that she and her Daddy were attempting something that was physically impossible.
She feared his cock was too thick.
She feared her cunt was too tight.
She feared her cherry was too thick.
She feared that she was too young.
She feared that they were literally trying to put a square peg in a round hole.
But Daddy was not so quick to panic. The muscular man knew that there was only one thing that was going to get his huge pole inside her tight hole. Brute strength!
Luckily for the both of them, brute strength was something of which Daddy had plenty. He took another deep breath, filling his large lungs to capacity.
He grunted out all of the air at once and stabbed down as hard as he could with his masculinely slender lower torso. Her cunt opened, all right.
It opened far.
Further than it had ever opened before. It opened as far as it could possibly go. Her cunt was like a rubberband stretched to the snapping point.
Even in retrospect the little girl would believe that her pussy really would have torn wide open at that moment if Daddy's cock had been a millimeter or two greater in girth.
He stabbed down again.
She heard the tearing sound.
Her cherry popped.
Her hymen tore brutally hard away from the inner walls of her cunt. Her precious maidenhead was no more. Tina's virginity was gone forever.
The little girl actually heard the tearing sound a fraction of a second before she felt the pain. Her sexually aroused nervous-system took that long to get the painful message to her brain.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" the little girl hollered.
"Should I stop?"
"No!"
"You want it deeper?"
"Yes!"
"It hurts?"
"Yes, Daddy! MAKE IT HURT MORE! MORE!" Tina cried out.
The man heard the answer he had wanted to hear and he kept pushing. He wasn't sure that he would have been able to stop fucking even if she had wanted him to, but his civilized soul had remained intact enough for him to realize he should at least ask if the pain was too severe. In spite of the fact that her cherry was gone forever, it was still going to be no easy task to get the entire length of his cock into her. The man could tell that his lovely, criminally young, daughter's cunt was all shriveled and closed inside, from lack of use, and it had to be pried gaping open with the tip of his cock as the only tool. He continued to push downward with his glans, yet his prick only pushed deeper into her a fraction of an inch at a time. But eventually she felt him touch her cervix. She moaned loudly. The pain from her cherry's loss left as her libido took over. She felt him pressing the back wall of her cunt. She felt filled to the brim with cock meat and she knew there were still several inches of dick at the base of Daddy's shaft remaining to be inserted. He rammed the rest inside and she felt completely impaled by his cock as it pressed against the bottom of her slippery fuck hole!
EPILOGUE
As you might expect, after Tina got fucked by her Daddy she turned into a real slut. A whore and a half. She began to fuck every guy she encountered.
She fucked every member of the high school football team. She fucked most of her teachers. She went to college and fucked a new guy every night for her entire freshman year.
She let her Math teacher in college fuck her in the ass. It hurt like hell and she cried-but she loved him for the thrill, for the new experience.
Tina always wanted to try something new. She took enemas up the fanny. She had a nipple pierced. She had her cunt fist-fucked by another woman. Yes, she had a lesbian experience.
But the ultimate came one day when she let three guys fuck her at once. One in the cunt, one in the ass, and one down the throat.
After all, she still liked sucking cock best of all!
Tina would never forget how good it felt to have three cocks inside her at once. She thought that she had died and gone to Heaven or something like that.
The first guy got on his back and stretched his legs out in front of him. His cock..flopped on his belly and bounced up and down anxiously. Tina straddled his hips.
Tina straddled his hips so that she was facing him. She used her right hand to lift his cock from his stomach. She ran the tip of his prick up and down her cunt lips.
Tina massaged the entire length of her pussy with Ids glans-covering the cock nead with juice. She then pushed his dick head right up inside her fuck hole.
She lowered herself on his meat loaf until that tube steak was all the way up inside her whisker biscuit. Her inner cunt lips gripped the fleshy sword at the hilt.
The second she had the cock all the way inside herself she kicked her legs out behind her. The second man mounted her from the rear and pushed his cock head between her ass cheeks.
He found her hole and thrust inside, making her cry out. She realized that there was only a thin wall of flesh separating her inner ass from her inner cunt.
She could tell that that wall of flesh was being stretched-by far-thinner than it ever had been stretched before as she took a cock in each of her lower fuck holes.
The third handsome stud knelt at the head of the pack and pried Tina's eager mouth wide open. He then rammed his cock head into her mouth-and then right down her throat.
It had been agreed ahead of time that none of the three studs would start their in and out fucking motion until all three had their cocks inside her.
This was for the benefit of the stud who was porking Tina's fanny, as he said it would be tough enough getting up her bung without aiming at a moving target.
Once all three cocks were in Tina's fuck holes however all hell broke loose. They pulled their cocks out together. They stabbed their cocks back in together.
They fucked in sync with one another, and they even kept in sync as all three simultaneously picked up the pace of the incredible triple-fuck. Tina loved it.
