He sighed. 'There was no doubt about it, though,' he told himself. 'The redhead really liked being banged by me. I sure taught her the marvels of my prick and had one helluva fuck… for free!'
As he was musing over this, he suddenly realized that all this fucking around (even if it had only been in his mind) had given him an enormous appetite… for food.
Hank hoisted himself up on one elbow and looked around to see if he could locate a food stand. He spotted one not too far away, almost obscured by the mob of people.
He lumbered to his feet, secured his wallet and trudged off toward the fast food stand.
Hungry sun worshipers were stacked four and five deep around the small rectangular refreshment stand. There would be a good wait before Hank could make it to the counter, but he was still half in a dream haze and didn't mind the wait. Besides, he had just caught a glimpse of a little blonde in a green, string bikini. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, and her pert little face was more freckled than tan.
He angled and craned his head for a better view. She was just a little thing. Her nubile breasts hardly filling out the 'A' cup of her suit. The bones showed through her rib cage; he could count them. Her stomach was so flat it was almost hollow. Hank strained to see the rest of her.
Ah, there was her navel, as tiny as the dimple in an orange. The wisp of string cloth hung precariously on her thin hips. It curved high over her trim thighs and disappeared into a thin line in the V of her crotch. It was so tiny, her little labial lips almost bulged out from under it.
What a sweet little cunt she has, Hank thought. Small and tight. Just right for sucking. Yeah, he said to himself, licking his lips, there is one little pussy just right for eating, Hank began mentally undressing the little girl. While his mind was preoccupied with sex, he automatically moved forward as the slow moving crowd pressed to get nearer the refreshment stand counter.
Hank began daydreaming again. He saw himself moving slowly, suavely towards the sweet child with the baby-blond hair and freckles. As he neared, he moistened his lips with a flick of his expectant tongue.
He stood quietly beside her, thinking heavy, sexual thoughts. The girl was unaware of his presence at first. But as if she could feel the vibrations of his lust, she turned and looked up at him, full in the face, with her frank, innocent, hazel eyes.
'Little girl,' sexy Hank Fisher said, looking down at her innocent open face, gazing deeply and meaningfully into her clear hazel eyes, 'has anyone ever sucked your cunt, chewed on your clit, or stuck his tongue in your hole?'
The little girl pursed her tiny mouth thoughtfully. 'Ummm, no,' she answered sweetly, 'at least not that I can remember.'
'Then kindly,' Hank said in his cultured manly voice, offering her his arm, 'let me be the first.'
The little girl smiled shyly at this handsome man of the world, tucked a tiny hand in the crook of his proffered elbow trustingly. Hank patted her tender little hand and led her majestically away from the people to a secluded clump of bushes.
He gently eased her down onto a soft thatch of luxuriant grass. He knelt over her, smiling gently into her trusting little face.
'You… you won't hurt me, will you?' she asked him in her sweet little voice.
'Of course not, my little bird,' Hank said reassuringly and brushed his lips across her cheek. 'What kind of a cad do you take me for?'
The little girl closed her eyes with a sigh, and waited for whatever was going to happen. Hank breathed softly in her ear, just to give her a hint of the pleasure to come.
Gently he stroked her little tummy. It was so smooth that he moved down and began caressing it with his tongue. The little girl shivered with delight. The tip of Hank's tongue located her tiny navel and gently explored it.
Almost as if it were an afterthought, the little girl suddenly whispered, 'My name is Carol.'
Hank looked up from her stomach and gazed past the small rounds of her blossoming breasts to her little face. He noted with satisfaction the tiny smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
'That's a lovely name,' he acknowledged graciously.
'Thank you,' she said, obviously pleased. After a moment's hesitation she added, 'Do continue, please.'
Hank obliged. He flattened his tongue and bathed her stomach with his saliva. With each lick, he moved closer and closer to the top of Carol's green, string bikini bottom.
As he closed in on it, he gently placed his experienced fingers into the elasticized top, resting just over her hip bones. Slowly he eased it down over her small hips, anointing each newly bared inch of smooth skin. When the first few blond cunt hairs appeared, he let loose of the bikini.
With the tip of his tongue he flicked through the tender little hairs. He would catch one every now and then in his lips and give it a playful tug. Carol giggled. He knew he was getting her turned on. He was getting turned on himself.
When he had finished playing with the top ridge of her cunt hairs, Hank hooked his fingers into Carol's bikini bottom and eased it down further, his tongue following its progress. Just before he had completely uncovered her little box, he leaned back on his haunches to watch the last bit of the unveiling.
The baby-blond hair on Carol's box was so fine, Hank could see the rosy pink skin of her fleshy mound of venus shining through. He thought of the fleshy lips of her cunt, and the feel of her innocent little clit growing erect and hard under the expert work of his tongue. He almost drooled with expectant pleasure.
What a delight this child was! So clean, so fresh, so pure. And by fractions of an inch at a time he eased down the bikini until the desirable little blond triangle came fully into view.
Ah, thought Hank to himself, could any cunt be so tiny, look so new? But then it was just as he had imagined it would be, and he quietly complimented himself. He had proven again his skill at judging women — or girls — as the case might be.
'My dear Carol,' Hank cooed at the supine child. 'May I say you have a superb pussy.'
'Awww,' said little Carol bashfully. 'You're just kidding me.'
'No, indeed, child,' Hank refuted! 'I am quite serious. You have a most edible pussy. A feast fit for a king.'
'Nawww,' the girl protested modestly.
'Oh yes,' suave Hank assured her most earnestly. 'It is truly a delightful little tidbit. Here, I shall kiss it for you.'
Hank leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her cunt hair at the apex of her clit.
'Oh, that was nice,' Carol bubbled. 'Do it again, please!'
Hank kissed her on the cunt again. Then, satisfied with how things were going, and anxious to get down to the meat of the thing, he deftly removed her bikini bottom entirely and dropped it into the grass beside her ass. Then he leaned back and studied the half-naked body lying in the grass before him.
She was delicately sculptured, a little thing. A fragile little piece of porcelain. Baby-blond hair framing her heart-shaped face, narrow sloping shoulders, breasts like two budding miniature melons, thin waist, narrow hips, and thin but carefully shaped legs ending in a lovely pair of delicate feet.
Hank took both of her feet, one in each hand, and lifted them to his mouth. Playfully he nibbled Carol's toes. She laughed and wiggled them in delight. Then, slowly, Hank moved her feet apart, spreading her legs so that he could get a full view of her glorious blond cunt.
As he moved her legs further apart, the v-shaped gap at her crotch widened to reveal her miniature clit.
His mouth watered, and he quickly positioned himself between her outstretched legs, cupped his hands around the mounds of her ass, and raised her cunt to his mouth.
Carol was equally excited. Oh, the wonder of the things this sexy suave man was doing to her! She could hardly wait to feel what would happen next. He was so different from the awkward, groping boys of her own age.
She had never let them fuck her or anything like that, but she had let them touch her breasts. And they had just pawed at her and gotten all excited and begun grabbing at her crotch, fumbling around… UGH!
They were so disgusting that she made them quit. She wanted someone to do some thing really pleasurable to her, but those boys always made it seem so ugly. When they fumbled around like that they turned her off faster than they turned her on.
She always thought sex should be some thing soft and luxurious, beautifully sensuous. She always thought it
