Renee's tongue began circling his cock-head, washing it again and again as her narrow lips formed a circle and hooded the penile dome, slowly moving lower, pulling his stiff shaft into her hot mouth.

Down, her pretty little face descended, absorbing the man's throbbing penis into the heated depths of her tiny, narrow mouth, sheltering the pulsing glans, her pink tongue wickedly lashing. Renee's mouth worked hard against the heavy flesh, almost sensing the multitude of veins under his skin. Then, when Renee felt her head could go no lower, she slowly began raising her mouth, tightening her lips automatically, naturally, as if it was the correct thing to do. Larry's hot, pulsing penis was very palatable, and Renee moved her head up very slowly, reluctant to let go. Her tongue swirled its way all around the hard cock, and Larry's thighs tightened as the man gasped. And then her tongue was tickling the sightless eye, trying to tease out more oily "tears".

"No more!" Larry gasped. "Oh, no more! You do that again, and I'll shoot a wad into your mouth. Oh damn!"

Larry Winter gently tugged Renee's head away from his cock, then staggered to his feet as the young girl remained on the ground. He began staggering around within the little copse, and Renee stared at him as if he were a madman.

"What did I do wrong?" The girl could still taste his cock in her mouth, feel it, and she was afraid she'd hurt him.

"Wrong?" Larry Hunter giggled. "Wrong? Hell! You haven't done a thing wrong. You've done everything right. You got the oil boiling inside me, but we don't want to waste it."

Renee smiled, as if feeling all was right with the world. She was glad she was able to do this correctly even though she had never done it before. So far, toying with the man's cock seemed like so much fun. The girl lay on her side as Larry dropped beside her, facing her, and when his lips came softly down on hers, and his hand ran over her silken flesh.