shared laughter, and fear vanished from her face.
They were friends now. So Hank began expanding the lesson to include the fruit and water. Then he offered her the fruit, but she refused to come closer. He offered her water, and she still hung back. Then the girl fell silent and began studying him again.
She looked at him and then looked at herself.
'Ahhh, you little heathen devil,' Hank said warmly. 'You're beginning to take stock of the differences, huh? Well maybe it's time for an anatomy lesson.' But first he pulled out one of the bottles of rum and poured a goodly portion of it into the two gourds. He kept the little one and pushed the big one toward her. She displayed interest, but no intention of taking it.
Hank picked up his gourd and pointed to it. 'Drink. Good.' He took a sip. The warm rum ran down his throat. In a few minutes, the warm afternoon sun began to feel sensuous. This was just the feeling he had wanted to conjure up. Now to get her to take some… and then the basic anatomy lesson.
It took some doing, but finally the gorgeous wild girl crept closer and drank from the gourd of rum Hank had put out for her.
'That's it, honey. And another. Yes. And another.' At first the girl made a face of dislike, but, encouraged by Hank she took another sip and another, and slowly a smile crept across her face.
'That's more like it,' he smiled at her. Slowly, he removed his T-shirt, making sure that he did it without any awkward movements. The girl watched, fascinated. When he had it off, he slowly flexed the muscles of his arms, and then took a deep breath and preened before her in the sun.
He could see that she was delighted and at the same time puzzled. She looked at his chest and then down at hers. She pointed at his breasts and then touched hers, looking at him questioningly.
'Well, my little wild bird, why don't you drop the top of your dress and we'll have a real look-see,' Hank said to her softly and again encouragingly. After many gestures, the girl got the idea and slipped down the top of her woven hemp dress.
Slowly one strap slipped down over her soft, rounded left shoulder, half exposing her luscious left tit. Then she slowly let the strap fall down off of her right shoulder. Now both of her firm, full tits were exposed. Hank kept encouraging her. Finally, she let the handmade dress fall to her tiny waist, fully exposing her boobs.
Hank sucked air sharply. He had never seen such perfectly formed orbs before in his life. They were taut cones tipped with the reddest of rose-bud nipples. They glistened beckoningly, teasingly, in the sensuous afternoon sun.
Unconsciously Hank started forward, hand outstretched. The girl jumped back. Hank had to catch himself and gentle her down again with soothing words. When she had quieted down, Hank started working on getting her to preen a bit for him.
He inhaled deeply, expanding his chest and moved it back and forth in a rocking movement. She giggled and then did the same. Her tits stood out straight, the little rose buds describing undulating curves as she moved back and forth.
Hank took a deep swig of rum and bid her do the same. He had never seen a strip show any more sexy than this private showing he was getting for free on the lonely, deserted tropical island.
After a while he slowly rose up, dropped his trousers, and stood nude before her. She looked at him wonderingly, and then slowly stood up and let her dress fall to the ground. She looked at Hank's prick and balls and then down at her own little tousled, haired cunt. She pointed at his manliness and then to herself. 'Boy?' she asked. 'Girl?'
'Well, honey, can't say you don't learn fast. Now for a basic demonstration. I'm gonna show you something you probably ain't never seen before.'
Between the warm tropical sun, the rum and the vision of the luscious creature standing bare-assed in front of him, Hank was beginning to feel that familiar buzzing in his balls.
She really was beautiful. Her long, dark, uncombed hair hung heavily around her soft rounded shoulders. Her tits jutted out like two miracles. Her rib cage sloped in towards a miniature waist. Her tummy was flat and smooth. Her well rounded hips led into a pair of shapely legs with thin ankles and small feet. Her coot area was small and covered with a mysterious tangle of black silken hair.
Her skin, tanned by the tropical sun, glistened like beige satin. Her face was innocent, her almond shaped dark eyes had the look of those of a wild free animal. In short, she was enough to cause a buzzing in a eunuch's balls.
Hank took his dick in his right hand and began caressing it. He slowly pumped it a bit, all the time looking at her, and she all the time with eyes fixed in wonder on his prick. Slowly it grew, and he would stop and let her see how it was growing. She made sounds of awe as she watched what to her seemed a miracle.
Hank pumped his dick a bit more. Then he let it go and it stood straight out at a right angle from his balls.
'Oooowwwww!' the girl uttered in admiration. She looked down at her cunt and tried to pull her clit, but became puzzled because nothing happened… except that it felt good.
She looked back at Hank. He stood with both hands on his hips and wiggled his prick up and down.
The girl giggled. He did it again, and she took a step forward, hand outstretched.
'That's it, baby. You wanna feel it? Com'on you little cock sucker, grab a handful.'
But the girl's fears returned and she didn't come any closer. So Hank continued playing with himself, meanwhile drinking in the beautiful female standing naked before him.
He kept coaxing her closer and closer. It occurred to him that she might feel safer if he lay down, so he did. His cock stood straight up in the air, fat and blood-gorged.
The fascinated girl crept closer and closer. Her tits swung enticingly as she moved. At last, she was within arm's length of Hank. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out a hand toward his big cock. She touched it. A thrill ran down Hank's spine. The girl giggled.
'Com'on you beautiful hunk of wild filly,' Hank encouraged the girl, even though she didn't understand a word he was saying. 'Com' on and take it in your lovely little hand.'
But the girl moved closer and trailed her fingers along his chest and stomach instead. She reached up and touched his face. Hank kissed her fingertips. She liked it.
He didn't move to touch her. Instead he let her explore his body with her soft hands. She stroked his shoulders, his chest, and rimmed his nipples. Then she stroked her tits, cupping them in her hands and playing with her nipples.
Hank was drinking it all in, trying to hold himself in check. Finally, she reached for his left hand and placed it on her right boob. She reached down for his cock and gently pumped it.
'Now you're catching on, ain't you, baby,' Hank said, as he gently began massaging her tits with both hands. They were such lovely orbs. He fondled them and began playing with the rose bud ends. He moved his hand slowly down to her waist and gently moved her closer so her tits were near enough to suck.
He started on the right one. Holding it in both hands, he licked it. Then he took the entire end into his mouth and sucked on it, moving from the orb to the tip. He sucked and tongued the nipple until it started getting big and hard. Then he went to work on her left tit in the same manner.
When he had sucked and licked and tongued the tiny rose bud nipple into a beautiful hard blossom like the right one, Hank pushed them both together and began feasting on both of her tits together.
The wild girl cooed and cooed in obvious pleasure. She stepped up her pumping activities on his cock and then began trailing her fingers over his balls. Slowly she began undulating her hips in rhythm to his sucking of her tits. Things were going along beautifully.
Hank let go of the tits and with his right hand began stroking the girl's satin-smooth skin from her shoulders down to her ass. He was getting ready for the big move.
With his left hand he slowly caressed the girl's thigh. Ever wider and ever wider he made the strokes until he reached between her legs and drew a finger up the full length of the crack of her cunt.
The girl jumped with surprise and a little fear. But Hank began nuzzling her soft neck and stroking her back with his left hand until she quieted down again.
Slowly he fingered her clit, rimming around it and then massaging it gently. He moved his finger down to her love hole. It was as small and tight as an ass hole. It was obvious nothing had ever gotten into it before.
With the middle finger of his left hand, Hank began working around the opening in small deft circles, forcing it
