Harry Baxter - Little Tina_s playtime lovers

There was no avoiding Tina Rogers once she walked into a room. She stood six foot three inches, and had long, jet black hair that fell straight past her waist, brushing the tops of her buttocks. Her long straight hair made her look even taller than she was, and to this she added boots or platform shoes with a three or four inch heel. Yes, she stood out in a crowd, but not only because of her height. Her tell frame was covered with the juiciest arrangement of flesh any man could hope for. Her breasts we large and firm and didn't need a bra to hold them up, her waist was slim and her hips full-fleshed and very, very suggestive.

Today she wore a halter-top that let the bottom of her breasts swing free, and exposed her middle to the bright sunshine. She also wore a pair of faded dungaree shorts that started about four inches below her cute navel. They ended just an inch or two below her crotch – the crotch that had driven men to do dangerous and foolish things. Her legs were golden tan from the sun. She was sitting in a swing made from some rope and an old, worn-out tire. She swung back and forth from the branch of an ancient, gnarled oak, swinging her legs so that her bare toes brushed the top of the neatly manicured grass.

"Hey Peter," she called gaily. "Peter, come here and swing me. I haven't done this since I was seven."

Peter, tall and bronzed, rose from his lawn chair and walked around behind her.

"I'd rather swing with you than swing you," he said, placing his hands on her full, rounded ass and pushing forward, sending her soaring up towards the outstretched, leafy branches of the giant oak.

Tina swung back to Peter, and again he pushed her forward and upward, making sure to get a generous handful of her ass. They were alone today at Peter Jamison's Long Island estate which he had inherited from his parents. He usually spent all summer here and always invited friends to stay for a couple of days or weeks, whatever. The estate rolled over 60 acres and had it's own dock for sail and powerboats.

Tina swung back and forth, feeling the wind against her face lifting her long hair, sending if flying in all directions. The wind also lifted the edges of Tina's halter and Peter could see a flash of breast, a hint of cherry-red nipple as the wind toyed with the edges of Tina's lacy frock. Back and forth, higher and higher Tina swung with Peter pushing her. At the top of each swing she kicked her long legs up high, almost touching the leaves of the tree with her big toe, making no attempt to keep her frock from billowing out and baring her breasts to the winds and the skies.

With each trip of the swing Peter got more and more turned on. He was grabbing a handful of her ass each time she passed him and he wanted more. On her next swing by him Peter reached out and quickly undid one of the snaps at the back of Tina's halter. She squealed as he did it, but again she kicked up her legs as she approached the branches of the giant oak, letting her now partly loose halter swing free. Peter waited patiently for Tina to make the return swing, and this time he managed to free another of the three snaps. Tina squealed again, laughing as she made the upswing and kicking her legs up again.

This time the halter new up in Tina's face, entirely baring her breasts. Peter watched with his mouth open as Tina's breasts rolled back and forth, their rich, red nipples becoming sharp and pointed. Tina pushed the halter back down but it didn't do any good because as she swung by Peter he undid the last of the snaps and the halter fell away, floating in the air current created by Tina's swinging and falling to the ground.

Slowly Tina slowed her swinging down. Her breasts rolling back and forth as she swung through the warm summer air felt good. She looked around for Peter but couldn't see him. Still on the swing she undid the snaps of her dungaree shorts and squirmed out of them tossing them in the air and letting them float off. The smooth rubber tire felt good against her bare ass as she continued swinging and looking for Peter.

She swung back and forth, her head thrown back looking up at the leaves above, letting her hair fly wildly in the breeze when she suddenly felt Peter's hands grab her and pull her from her comfortable seat. She fell to the ground and wrestled with him, trying to break free from his grip. She felt him flip her over, and for the first time she looked at him and saw that he had shed his clothes.

"So you went and hid behind the tree," she laughed, breaking from his grip and running across the lawn.

Wordlessly, he pursued her and again caught her and pulled her to the ground. They rolled over and over in the soft grass, he entangled in her long, smooth, muscular legs. She wrapped her legs around him firmly and locked them together, trapping him. Peter struggled vainly, but he couldn't break loose. He continued squirming and managed to turn himself around so that he was facing her. Now his mouth was right at the patch of black hair behind which her sweet slit was hidden.

He lashed out with his tongue, poking through the hair and running his wet, pink, tongue up and down her cunt-lips. He felt a shudder run through her body and he felt the grip of her legs around his waist loosen, but this time he didn't try to break free. He continued lapping his tongue up and down in long leisurely strokes. From bottom to top and from top to bottom, very slowly, keeping an even tempo.

Tina lay back, completely relaxed now, supporting herself on her elbows. Her head rocked from left to right as she fell deeper and deeper under the spell of Peter's slow, rhythmic lapping at her cunt. Her long hair swept back and forth, brushing through the grass. Her legs had locked themselves first but were now spread wide open to receive Peter's tantalizing, teasing tongue. Her buttocks alternately squeezed tight and then relaxed, pulsating to the rhythm of Peter's licking.

Tina felt the pressure beginning to build, and now she slid forward, trying to get Peter's tongue into her twat deeper, but Peter pulled back, keeping his tongue only at the doorway to her pleasure hole. Now Tina started moving up and down in the direction opposite to the one Peter was working in. Her body shuddered as she got more and more excited. She brought her thin, long-fingered hands to her breasts and squeezed them slightly. They were full and ripe and her cool fingers felt good against her hot breasts. Her nipples were hard, and their points were tender to the touch. Slowly she dragged her hands across her breasts, one finger at a time, lingering a little each time one of her fingernails reached her aching nipples.

Her breath became more and more shallow as Peter speeded up the movements of his tongue. She groaned softly as she felt herself relinquish control of her body and felt the orgasm welling up and taking over her consciousness.

"Now, Peter, now," she whispered, summoning up all her strength to utter those three words.

Her prayers were answered as Peter suddenly shot his tongue out and poked it deep into her honey pot, licking the sweet, fragrant juices that surged through her roaring cunt. Peter felt her body buck and toss as she came again and again while he made circular motions inside of her, wrapping his tongue around her clit, and pulling on it, poking his tongue deep into her slit and running it up and down the back wall. She pressed her crotch against his face, trying to swallow his entire head with her orifice.

"Take me, Peter, take me," she cooed as she felt the first waves of orgasm fading away. She fell flat on her back and spread her legs.

Peter advanced further up her body on all fours. His dick was firm and ready to do its worst on Tina's body. He crawled forward slowly, his pink prick pointing forward. Their faces were even now, and he leaned down to kiss Tina. She took his mouth and poked her tongue into it, still tasting the remnants of her juices. She loved the taste and she ran her tongue around his clockwise and counter clockwise, licking the last few drops of her pussy juice that Peter hadn't swallowed.