Was it really the same day? She couldn't believe it. Beautiful, exciting years had passed since that incident in the attic. But it didn't matter. They were naked together, he had stripped her, had done wonderful things to her body. He was sucking inside her cunt, was lapping up her juices and then he was going to put his glorious big cock inside her tiny little cunt and give her a fuck. After the fucking, she would be a woman, but that was going to make very little difference, she told herself. There was nothing in the world that could possibly make her happier; there could be no greater joy than what she was feeling now.

And then her body told her that she was wrong again. He had been licking her sensitized clit, his artful tongue warm, teasingly rough as it curled around the little passion bud in an act too great for her to describe, she felt her tender, naked body tensing as though poised on the edge of something great, fantastic.

Pete heard the change in her breathing, felt the tension and knew what was going to happen. Holding the cheeks of her ass more tightly, he slowly licked over and around her clitty, heard the rough cry begin in her throat, ten her sweat-wet body was jerking out of control as climax swept through her, carrying her off to heaven.

CHAPTER FIVE

"I just can't describe it, Pete," Judith told him with a little frown as she lay with her head on his chest as his right hand played with a beautiful young bun.

"Well, would you say you like having your sweet little cunt lapped?" he persisted.

"No. I wouldn't say that. I wouldn't even say that I loved it. Those words aren't strong enough. When you did all those wild things with your mouth and tongue, it was as though my cunt and my heart and my brain and all my nerves, everything, was in my crotch and you were licking them all."