"Ow!" Mr. Hughes repeated.
Oh crips! Ted thought. What am I going to do now? She sat up on the blanket, still clad solely in rayon panties, white socks and sneakers. Maybe she ought to put her middy blouse back on again. But… if Mr. Hughes had been bitten by a snake there was no time to fiddle around. She began poking through the picnic things and found the knife he had used to cut cheese. Mr. Hughes did not come right away. She wondered if she ought to go to him. Then she realized he might have been bitten in some unlikely spot if he'd been crouched bare assed in the weeds doing number two. Maybe the poor man was struggling either to get his pants back up or all the way off. Maybe she ought to go help him. She was still undecided when Mr. Hughes resolved her problem by appearing himself.
Mr. Hughes had removed his pants completely. He had also removed his under drawers. He was parading solemnly toward her, fully dressed from the waist up, naked and barefoot from the waist down. Suddenly Ted was fully aware of where he had been bitten. She could see his cock already starting to swell.
At twelve Ted was a little girl's usual mixture of innocence and sophistication. She wondered if Mr. Hughes had really been bitten by a snake. She remembered how Mr. Hammel's cock had managed to swell even bigger without any snakebite. But… little girls are pretty much conditioned to believe what adults tell them. If Mr. Hughes said a snake had caused the swelling… Clad in socks, sneakers and pink panties, she sat on the blanket and waited. Seconds later the producer stood before her. "Where did it bite you?" Ted asked.
Wordlessly, the producer pointed at his cock. He was red-faced and even more glassy-eyed than when he had studied her crotch in tight-fitting shorts on the. way up.
"Does it hurt a lot?" she asked.
The producer nodded, gritting his teeth.
"Where do you want me to cut it?" Ted asked as she produced the knife.
The producer took a hasty step backward and his magnificent hard-on began shrinking. "Oh, no!" he hastened. "I already did that. That's what took me so long. I made the cut myself. See right in the end?"
Ted stared at his dwindling hard-on. The wet purple head of his hammer peeped from his tight-stretched foreskin. She saw the hole the peepee comes from. Nothing else. "Where's the cut?" she asked.
Mr. Hughes pointed at the hole in the end. Ted wasn't sure. It didn't look like any cut to her. It looked like the place where the white stuff used to come out of Mr. Hammel. But… Mr. Hughes was an adult and he was a producer. If be said so… Then she realized. "If you cut it, why isn't it bleeding?" she insisted.
"Poison," Mr. Hughes said in a funny choked voice. "Getting into my• bloodstream, spreading through my system. Got to suck it out quick or I'll die."
Ted was of two minds about the whole thing. She looked dubiously at Mr. Hughes and suspected the poor man was close to dying one way or another. She remembered all sorts of nice things Mr. Hammel had done to her down there. She had never considered that it might work both ways. "Do you want to lie down?" she asked.
Mr. Hughes let himself down carefully beside her on the blanket. His cock was bigger and harder now, pointing straight up. She could see the purple swollen head standing half out of his tight-stretched foreskin. "You.want me to suck it?" she asked.
Mr. Hughes made a strangling noise and nodded. Ted sighed. She really didn't believe Mr. Hughes had been snakebite at all but he was a grownup and if he said so. Besides, what if it was true? What if be really had been bitten and if she didn't hurry up and do her job right he would die and she would be up on this mountain top all alone and even if she went down again to the car she didn't know how to drive and… She guessed she'd better get busy.
Ted knelt beside Mr. Hughes. She bent over his colossal cock, opening her mouth. She smelled the peculiar male smell, not unpleasant but-different. She wondered what it would taste like. An instant later she found out when Mr. Hughes' impatient hands captured the nape of her neck and pulled her down like a glove over the hot throbbing length of his cock.
She felt it slide into her mouth-in much deeper than she had intended. The thick blunt head of Mr. Hughes' cock slid smoothly through her lips, over her tongue, past her-soft palate, and with only the slightest hesitation proceeded down her throat.
Ted felt as if she had tried to swallow a whole potato. Then an instant later she felt as if she had tried to swallow a whole potato but that it had gotten stuck somehow and hung up in her throat, willing to go neither down nor back up. She felt her throat muscles squeeze convulsively. Her stomach rebelled and she tried her best to vomit.
Nothing worked. Mr. Hughes still pressed down on the nape of her neck and she could not back off this tremendous blunt spike of masculinity on which the producer had impaled her. Ted struggled to free herself but he was pressing so hard that she couldn't move. And that, she reflected in later years, was the moment in which she stopped being a little girl. In less than a second she made several important decisions and grew up.
First, she bit. Not hard, but hard enough to let Mr. Hughes know she meant business. Then she relaxed, totally and completely, limp as a rag doll, incapable of giving the producer's throbbing prick the slightest sensation. She sensed the uncertainty in his hands pressing down on the nape of her neck when it finally occurred to him that he might have done her some real damage. His cock shrunk and came out of her mouth. Slowly, Ted allowed herself to "revive." Turning to face him, she said, "Mr. Hughes, you play too rough."
There was a petulant, angry little boy look to the pink-faced producer. He glared at her but said nothing. Ted waited another moment until his disappointment was full and complete. "Besides," she added, "while you were gone off in the bushes a funny thing happened to me."
"What?" Mr. Hughes grumped. "A snake bit me too."
"Yeah? Where?"
Silently Ted pointed at the crotch of her pink panties.
"Ooohhh, yeeeaaah?" Mr. Hughes said after a moment of incredulous staring. Slowly, he reached for her slight body. Ted moved away from his grasping hands. She stood, then, using every trick she had ever learned at the practice bar, she made a production of shedding her panties
Finished, she posed before the producer, nude now except for the sneakers and white socks. She knew how perfect was the promise of her just developing twelve-year-old body, the long graceful curve of thigh, the flat, hard belly, tiny waist, her still slightly scrawny rib cage with its just-budding tits surmounted with tiny virginal nipples. She continued posing while Mr. Hughes' eyes threatened to burn off the faint fuzz of blonde hair that outlined her prominent bony mons veneris, accentuating the hairless pouting lips of her still-unfucked twat. Then, very slowly, she began moving back within grabbing distance. "No rough stuff now," she cautioned. "You treat my snakebite nice and I'll do the same for you." She paused and gave him a Mona Lisa smile. "Otherwise we might just die, both of us."
Mr. Hughes still stared unbelieving at this vision of erotic loveliness. Ted pirouetted and did an entrechat, fully aware of the attention this called to her vibrating legs and crotch. Then she settled to the blanket with a dying swan gesture, coming gently down on her side with one leg pointing gracefully skyward.
Mr. Hughes' eyes singed her gaping crotch until she could actually feel the heat on her tight-stretched maidenhead. She remembered how wee it had felt when Mr. Hammel licked it and wondered if Mr. Hughes would be capable of learning his technique.
The producer settled beside her to the blanket.
His hands captured her skyward pointing leg and he began nuzzling and kissing the inside of her ankle. Ted relaxed with a happy sigh and waited to see what he would think of next.
As he slowly kissed his way up the inside of her leg from ankle to knee, Mr. Hughes imperceptibly moved his body around until they were facing each other, lying on their sides, but end to end. The angry purple tip of his deprived dong pointed accusingly at her face. She put forth a caressing hand, not to his over-excited cock, but to his well-haired balls. As her hand touched his scrotum his balls squirmed with anticipatory delight and he began kissing his way upward from her knee, tickling her tender inner thigh until she could not stop giggling.
Mr. Hughes slowly worked his way upward until she could feel the warmth of his face against the open inner surface of her tiny cunt. But he did not direct himself toward home plate. Instead, he kissed tender tantalizing circles around her cunt, pecking away at the cheeks of her muscular little ass, across both of her sensitive inner thighs, across the bony prominence of her hairless mons veneris, but never quite zeroing in on her prime target. It felt so goooooood!
Ted lay relaxed, enjoying the feel of a slow gentle turn-on, reveling in the feel of Mr. Hughes' busy mouth pleasuring her secret parts. It felt so good she was willing to lie here all afternoon just like this. But as she thought it, she gradually realized she was not. Even the finest of pleasures can pall. She was ready for better things. When was he going to stop this silly kissing around and around and get his tongue in there where it would do some good?
It took her a moment to realize that he was not going to. Mr. Hughes, she finally understood, was waiting for her to do something. She looked at the hot throbbing head of his cock still pointing accusing at her face. It was so big. Yet, she had managed to stretch her mouth over larger lollipops. Ted guessed she could do it-providing he didn't try to make her swallow it again. She opened her mouth and moved forward.
She felt the hot maleness of his cock warm her lips, her cheeks. She stretched her mouth wider, trying to engulf it totally before she touched it. When she guessed the whole head of his cock was inside her mouth she let her lips close softly but firmly over the head of Mr. Hughes' cock.
Mr. Hughes' reaction was predictable but delightful. Abruptly he stopped kissing loving circles around her virginal cunt. He reared back and emitted a long-held, heart-felt and tremendous "Aaaahhhh!" which abruptly changed into mumbling humming "Mmmmmmm!" as he buried his face in Ted's crotch.
Ted had never in her twelve years, not even during her month idyll with Mr. Hammel, never had she experienced anything one half so titillatingly delightful as the tickling, tantalizing, almost numbing feel of that prolonged hummmm as Mr. Hughes' vocal cords elicited a harmonic buzz from the tight-stretched membrane of her hymen.
That funny rush-blush feeling was growing in her belly, spreading upward to suffuse her tiny waist. She felt her nipples also fill with blood and grow marble-hard with the need for Mr. Hughes' kisses.
But most of all she felt his mouth locked securely over her honey pot, puffing and sucking in and out, making her feel as if she had to go pee, then as if she had been holding it all night and only now could look forward to a long, soul-satisfying emptying that would relax all the tensely complicated musculature of her sphincters.
He was still humming, humming her into heaven with his hymn to passion. But while he hummed and turned her whole belly to jellied lust his busy tongue was licking the inner sides of her cunt lips, darting out to tickle her tiny clit until it was as hard as her virginal nipples. Just as she could no longer stand any more of this he would switch targets and touch his tongue to her maidenhead just long enough to momentarily still the vibrant hum. Then before she could recover his agile tongue darted down to the edge of her hymen and augured its way through the tiny opening to explore the virgin territory of her vagina.
One corner of her mind wondered what it would be like to have a man's cock sliding in there, hot, hard, tireless. But that would be years in the future when she was ready to retire from dancing. Right now she was too busy enjoying to wonder about alternatives. The tip of his tongue touching the threshold of her play pen was enough to do what all the rest of it put together had not quite accomplished. With her mouth still surrounding Mr. Hughes' cock she abruptly realized that rush-blush was getting out of control. Her body was rebelling, all her insides twisting and knotting in funny ways, filling her with a tension that would kill her if she didn't know that soon, somehow it would all be over.
Then abruptly it was over as she felt all the twisted nerve endings loosen and unravel, felt her insides melt, flow, deliquesce into new patterns of passion. She wanted to lie back and relax, just let it happen but some tiny corner of her and warned her that the hot throbbing maleness in her mouth would not take no for an answer. She began moving her head back and forth rapidly, sliding her lips over the head of Mr. Hughes' cock. She felt the foreskin pop back, exposing the whole sensitive surface of his hot throbbing hammer.
He began thrusting and for a moment she was afraid he would go too deep again. Their passion grew and she knew she was rocking and humping, thumping her little ass as vigorously against Mr. Hughes' face as he was thrusting toward hers. She grasped his thighs and managed to syncopate her rhythm with his own, thus transforming his monumental dick burying shoves into a gentle in and out movement that kept her lips and tongue working gently on the sensitive head of his hammer.
Then she felt a tiny preliminary squirt and a moment later her mouth was filling with the hot sweetness of Mr. Hughes' spurting maleness. It felt so gooooooood!