her hips into the green spongy surface in a vain attempt to escape the incredible sensation. But John's tongue flicked out again, and darted over the entire length of her pink throbbing cunt.
'Oh! Oh! Oh!' she cried, her hips jumping from side to side. But John grasped her firmly just below the waist, and held her fast. Then once again, his tongue darted out and began to probe at the hidden folds of her tender young cunt. It prodded under the swollen outer lips, and his mouth pulled gently at the purplish inner lips. He searched the secret recesses of her cunt, and finally came to rest on the pulsating head of her clitoris. He took the tiny button between his lips and imprisoning it there, began to tease it with the tip of his tongue. Carla writhed from the novel contact, and John could feel the head growing beneath his tonguing. He nipped gently at it, and then began to peck in a series of small birdlike bites.
'Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh,' Carla sighed, her moans taking on a new more urgent sound now. He raised his eyes, and could see a faint blush of red spreading over her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip.
She lowered her hands and groping, felt the wiry hairs of his head. She sunk her hands in the dark strands, and began to pull at them, trying to seek release from the tantalizing pecking at her tiny sensitive vaginal opening.
John's tongue slavered on, licking and sucking at her palpitating cunt. The tongue dabbed at her viscous cuntal opening, trying to force an entry, and eliciting gasps of pain-pleasure from Carla. With a surge, John finally managed to insert just the tip of his frenzied tongue into the tight membrane of her tight virginal cunt. The tongue wriggled and squirmed inside her, trying to force itself further into the warm pulsating little hole.
'Oh, Mr. Harrault-t-t-t…' Carla moaned, and ground her pelvis up to receive his thrusting tongue. Frantically, he buried his tongue deeper and deeper into her tight fleshy sheath, which began to close in around his plundering organ. He spread apart the furry flanges of her cunt to allow himself greater access to her succulent pussy. His nose and mouth were buried in her warmth, and he could feel his own hot breath returning in clouds from the expanded tunnel to heat his face.
Carla was in the throes of a spine-trembling delight. She had never known anything like it. She had wanted Mr. Harrault; plotted and schemed to engineer this outing, and guided him intentionally to this solitude. Even as she had done so, she had no idea it would be like this — she couldn't believe that his tongue could arouse this primitive joy in her. Passion rushed through her from the tips of her toes to the top of her skull. His darting tongue sent electric shocks of excruciating pleasure through every vein in her body and she lay writhing in the sensual thrill of his nerve tingling ministrations.
The slight stubble on his chin abrasively added to her increasing pleasure, stimulating her dewy flesh into greater erotic heights. Her hands were clawing at his head, pushing his working face deeper into the throbbing opening of her cunt. Tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her body and she could feel herself buffeted by sexual paroxysms of lust.
John labored on, his ever-working tongue coaxing her responses into fever-pitch. He felt her hips begin to rise and fall with an involuntary, fury, and a savage gurgle was beginning in her throat. With a driving grind, she matched his thrusts, mashing his face with her now fully awakened crotch on the upgrind, and suctioning his tongue painfully as she bore down.
Finally, a series of rending wails pierced the air — her body was flailing like a bottle at sea, her hands pulled cruelly at his hair and her hips bucked as furiously as if she were riding a wild bronco.
'Ohhh… ohhhhh… ohhhhh…' she moaned, her cries cut off and sounding again like a static radio.
John, his exhausted tongue still probing and sucking, less energetically but still effectively, felt a warm moistness envelop his face as her unleashed sexual juices gushed out of their secret retreat and drenched his swirling member.
Then she was still. John lay, face down in the pines, his breathing ragged, his tongue sore and tender from its workout. His head was still between her widespread legs, and her orgasmic juices drained from her cunt and darkened the needles on the ground.
Minutes later, John, dozing in a sort of sexual twilight sleep, felt the young girl stirring beneath him. Raising himself up, he saw that her head was raised and resting on her elbow, and she was looking down at him.
His neglected cock leaped into semierection from the piercing sensuality of her gaze. Her smouldering dark eyes stared at him, and her full red lips were flushed with passion. Her nipples were still raised from her small mounds, and her other hand was resting on the dark triangle of her pubic mound.
John stared back, mesmerized. In all his life, he had never seen anything so erotic as the sight of this young girl lying on the beach beside him.
He didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter, because his throat was arid and he could only gurgle like an imbecile. Her unwavering stare burned right through him, down to the pit of sensuality which was fermenting in his loins.
With an animalistic growl, he rose up and almost leaping on top of her, knocked her flat on her back. He smashed his mouth down on hers, and all gentleness thrown to the winds, he ground down with a harsh brutal kiss on her lips. Again, her arms reached up and pulled him down on her, and she returned the crushing bestiality of his kiss, biting at his lips, sucking his tongue far back into her mouth, until he felt it would surely be pulled from its roots. She raked her nails down his back, and John could feel the sun burning into the rawness of her catlike scratches. He could feel her turgid young nipples digging into his chest like electric prods, and his head began to spin from the combined pain and lust which enveloped his body.
His cock which was fully erect was pressing painfully against the hard bone of Carla's pubic mound, and he shifted his hips, allowing it to slip between her legs. Immediately, her thighs closed in on the hardened rod of flesh, and began to hollow in and out on his cock, milking it and drawing it to even greater length. With a moan, he pulled his lips from her impassioned kiss, and began to bite at her neck, leaving teeth marks of kisses on her tanned skin, trailing down over her swanlike throat and even further to her upthrust breasts. Savagely he bit at the tantalizing orbs, wringing cries of pain from Carla, but still she pressed his mouth down on her flesh. Brutally, he spread her legs with his knees and grasping his enlarged prick in his hand, he guided the mammoth shaft towards her tiny cuntal opening. Without hesitation, he surged forward, pressing with all his might.
'AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!' Carla's heart-rendering shriek rang through the forest, silencing the birds who had been, until now, gaily singing. Even the chipmunks and the crickets ceased their music, and a deathly silence pervaded the area. Carla's agonized cry had brought John to some semblance of his usual senses. Of course, he thought, she's a virgin! Oh, God, how could I be so stupid! Frightened, he looked up, and saw that tears were streaming down her face. Her hands, now released from his body, were clenched in pain, and her face was contorted with agony. Her features seemed particularly childlike, and for the first time, realization of what he was doing dawned on John! Tremors of fear and remorse coursed through him as the full implications of his actions seeped through his lust-inflamed brain. Shakily, he tried to rise to his knees, but he was stopped by Carla's had on his shoulder.
'Oh, Mr. Harrault, please… don't stop… but not so hard… please, darling…'
He couldn't believe it. Was she actually asking him to continue? After what he had done to her? Anxiously, he peered at her again. The agonized look of pain was gone from her face and once again, animal lust had replaced it. Her limpid eyes gazed back at his, and her hand reached down and encircled his huge cock.
'Put it in me… fuck me…' she said, never taking her eyes from his face.
The lewd words coming from so young and supposedly innocent a mouth incited John to greater lust and banished all thoughts of conscience from his head.
His passion-inflated prick was aching for release, and he slowly lowered himself over her willing body once more. Gently, he massaged her soft inner thighs, drawing them apart, widening her cuntal plain for his entry. He could see the petallike opening of her cunt contracting in expectancy, and a thin stream of perspiration ran down from her vagina to her tiny puckered anus nestling teasingly down between the amber moons of her buttocks.
Gently, this time, he guided the engorged head of his prick and lay it at the small cuntal entrance. Gazing at the astronomical difference in circumference, John could hardly believe that he could penetrate her tiny virginal canal. She squirmed back from the contact of his rockhard penis against her soft cunt, and John briefly wondered whether he should abandon his attempt to enter her. But the sight of her silky pink skin, and the memory of her saltine taste in his mouth overpowered him, and he began to moisten the head in the lubricants which were still flowing around her pulsating pussy.
Tenderly, he tested the moistened head against the star-shaped hole, and flexed his hips slightly in an
