THE CONNOSSIEUR OF CUNTS

                         by              

                    Jack Hartford

     The girl was riveting.  She lay on the floor with her 
books, looking at him.   One of her trim legs was bent at 
the knee, its foot in the air.  

    “Hi,” she said.

    “Well, hi to you.  Who are you?”

    “Mary Lou.  I’m Ginger’s niece.  She’s upstairs.”

    Steve took a chair.

    “Homework, huh?”

    “Yeah.  Had to bring it with me.  We’re visiting from
Ohio but I have this project that’s due when I get back.”

     “I didn’t know they made girls as pretty as you in Ohio.”

     Mary Lou laughed.  “I’m the only one.”

     “I like your skirt.  It’s up kind of high, you know.”

     Mary Lou craned her neck.  Indeed, the skirt was well up the thigh of her upraised leg.

     “This is my cheerleading skirt,” she said, smoothing the skirt back where it belonged.   “My cheerleading sweater, too,” she said.  “I’m not in high school, though.  Junior high.  I’m in the eighth grade.”

     “So, you are what, thirteen?”

     “Yeah.”

     “I would say you have a very nice figure for a girl who’s only thirteen.  Nice legs, too.”

     “That’s redundant.  I mean legs are part of a person’s figure, you know.”

     “Mmm.  They are certainly a part of yours.”

     Mary Lou laughed.  “You’re a wise acre.  What’s your name?”  

     “Steve.  I am indeed a wise acre.  Stand up.”

     “What for?”

     “I want to see what you look like when you’re standing up.”

     Mary Lou squealed.  “Boy, you are something,” she said, standing up.  She pivoted twice while Steve appraised her.  

     “Not bad, huh?” she laughed, blushing.

     “Excellent, actually,” said Steve.  He wondered if he had ever seen tits like this on a thirteen year old.

     “I see where you’re looking,” Mary Lou scolded him.

     “Do you object?”

     “I don’t mind.  What the heck.  But you are a very fresh guy, in my opinion.”

     “Your tits aren’t big but they are terrific tits for
someone who’s thirteen,” Steve said.  “Do you mind if I feel them to check their firmness.”

      Mary Lou put her hands on her hips.  She told Steve she had never run into anybody as fresh as him, not even the freshest high school boys who wanted to make out with her were as fresh as him and he wasn’t even a boy, he was a man.  Steve replied that what he wondered about, besides Mary Lou’s tits, was what kind of panties she was wearing, because cheerleaders wear heavy duty panties and although Mary Lou was in her cheerleading outfit she wasn’t cheerleading at the moment so he wondered if she might be wearing tinier panties than her regular cheerleading ones or possibly not any panties at all.

     At this, Mary Lou howled and the blushes rose in her cheeks and she fastened her blue eyes on the outrageous
caller.

    “Well I am wearing panties,” she said after a moment.
“Want me to prove it?”

     “Sure.  I want to check your tits, too.”

     “Boy, I don’t know about you,” Mary Lou laughed, and then she raised her skirt and showed Steve her pink panties.  They were hardly the cheerleading kind.

     “Mmmmm, nice,” said Steve.  “I can almost see your cunt in those panties.”

     Mary Lou let go of her skirt and laughed.  “I know it,” she said.  

     “You probably didn’t know that I am a connoisseur of them.  Do you know what a connoisseur is?”

     “Someone who only likes the best stuff,” Mary Lou said promptly.

     “You’re not just pretty, you’re smart, too.  Well, because a connoisseur likes the best stuff that means he is able to judge what the best stuff is.  I’m a good judge of cunts, you see.”

    “Oh boy, I can’t believe you,” Mary Lou squealed, looking around with amazed eyes as if searching for someone else to hear this unbelievable talk.

    “Well, that’s not a nice word for it, I don’t think,” she said, finally.

    “What, ‘cunt”?  Wrong, ‘cunt’ is a fine word, a wonderful word.  You probably like ‘pussy’, I bet.”

    Mary Lou nodded.

    “See, this is why you need a connoisseur.  ‘Pussy’ is a slippery, off-putting word. ‘Cunt’ is soft and wet. It actually sounds when you say it like a warm hole opening.  If a woman says, ‘honey, here is my cunt’, I’m ready to dive in.  If she says, ‘honey, here is my pussy’, I expect to see something with bright little eyes and a tail.”    

    Steve went glibly on.

    “Now, you don’t need a connoisseur to tell you you’re good looking; you can see for yourself if your face is one of the best or whether your legs are the best or your tits are the best, which they all obviously are, but you can’t make an informed judgment about your own cunt and your cunt is important.  Very important.  It takes a connoisseur to judge whether your cunt is the best.”

    Mary Lou thought about this.   She said she was under the impression that… cunts… were pretty much alike.

    “Sorry, you’re seriously mistaken.  No two cunts are the same.  I mean you’ll find tens who have cunts at the low end of the scale and average or below average looking girls whose cunts are prize winners.”

    Mary Lou looked at him, wondering if she should believe this.  Then she frowned and said,

    “Well how do you tell which ones are the best?”

    “First by looking.  You can look yourself of course but
you probably haven’t seen that many cunts and wouldn’t be able to make useful comparisons.  So, the way a cunt looks is the first thing you check.  Then taste.  Taste and fragrance.  These are extremely important.  After that I would fuck you.”

    “Criminies!”

    “I will tell you, honestly, Mary Lou, from my experience I have a hunch, a strong hunch, that you have a
a fine cunt, maybe even a ten on the cunt scale, but I can’t be sure of that without checking.”

    “But you can’t fuck me!  Jeepers!”

    “Well, I would only fuck you for a minute at most, you know, just long enough to see what your cunt is like when it’s being fucked.  I’m sure you can understand how important that is, you know, the way a cunt is when it’s being fucked.  I wouldn’t have to completely fuck you.  Have you ever been fucked?”

    “Nope.  I’ve done some other things, but not that.”

    “I guess you’re not really interested in whether you have one of the best cunts then,” Steve said, not quite yawning.

     “It’s not that.  For Pete’s sake, my aunt is upstairs you know...”

     “I mean, let’s face it Mary Lou, your face is a ten, at least in my unhumble opinion it is, and your body is on its way to becoming a ten.   I would think you would want to know if your cunt measures up to the rest of you.  I would think any girl would want to know that.  But maybe you’re just a scaredycat.”

     “I’m not a scaredycat.”

     “Then come over here and let me check you out before Ginger comes down.  I can hear the water running upstairs which means she’s in the shower.  She won’t be down for a long time.  She doesn’t even know I’m here.  Right?”

     “I guess not.  How come you are?  Did you like sneak in the house or what?”

     “Never mind that.  Come over here and let me take those panties off.  Forget about the fucking part.  Maybe I can figure your cunt out just by looking.  It’s possible.”

     “You think so?”

     “Sometimes it’s possible to tell strictly by observation, there are certain signs a connoisseur can detect.  Won’t know until I look.”

     “Oh boy, I can’t believe this,” Mary Lou squealed as she presented herself to the connoisseur.

     “Okay, take a look, but that’s all.”

      She held up her skirt while Steve pulled her panties down and then she stepped out of the panties and stood for inspection, blushing and biting her lip and fastening her blue eyes on the lowered gaze of her judge.

     A few blonde hairs adorned the thirteen year old cunt which was delectable in all visible respects, from its soft
pear shaped mound to the pink slit and petal lips.  

     “How does it look?,” Mary Lou said, holding up her skirt.

     The connoisseur put his finger on the slit and parted the soft lips.  Mary Lou opened her mouth to object but realized that her cunt needed to be opened at least slightly in order to be seen.

     “Mmmmm.  Ooo, I hope you won’t have to do any more.  I can’t let you fuck me, for Pete’s sake!” Mary Lou said, speaking mainly to herself.

    “That would be my preference also,” the connoisseur  said, solemnly.

    “Yeah?  No, sir.  Oooo.”
 
    The finger slid between the lips.  Warmth and moisture were fine.  Was this the general state of affairs or only a localized phenomenon?  The finger explored for the answer to this question.

    “Believe me, if I can complete my work here without fucking you, Mary Lou, I will.  I just hope that is possible.”
     
    “Oh gosh!” “Oh!  You’re fingerfucking me!!  You didn’t say you were going to do THAT!”

    The finger plowed in and out a few times more and then withdrew and rose into the light.  Steve squinted at it.  Mary Lou caught her breath and watched the connoisseur study the shiny digit.   It occurred to her that perhaps cunt juice was supposed to glisten in a certain way.  The connoisseur put the finger in his mouth and licked it.

    “Does it taste okay?”, Mary Lou said, worriedly.

    “You’ll have my report when I’m through, young lady.  This is a preliminary taste to prepare the pallet.  The true taste must occur directly on the tongue, you see.  Lie down.”

   “I thought you were just going to look.  You didn’t say you were going to fingerfuck me and…and do this!”, Mary Lou complained as she arranged herself on the floor.    Without answering,  the connoisseur folded back Mary Lou’s skirt, exposing the thirteen year old to her bellybutton, then put his hands under Mary Lou’s sweater and pushed up the sweater and bra and Mary Lou’s tits popped out, perfect as the rest of her.  Amazing!  The connoisseur took control of the tits, giving particular attention to the sweet but swollen nipples.

    “Ooooo,” said Mary Lou.

    “Ah, I see you like having your tits felt up.  That’s good.  It is a known fact that girls who enjoy having their tits felt up have sweeter cuntjuice than other girls.”

    “Mmmmm.  Then mine must be sweet,” said Mary Lou, who had wondered what the connoisseur’s purpose could be in feeling her up.

    “I’ll bet you’ve been felt up before.“

    “Yeah.”

    “I’ll bet those horny high school boys go after you like bees after honey.”

    “Mmmmmm. You’re feeling me up soooo much.”

    “Tell me about the boys.”

    “What for?”

    “Talking helps get you hot.  It’s good for the cuntjuice.”

   This made sense to Mary Lou so while the connoisseur felt up her tits and put his mouth on them, Mary Lou told him without going into detail about the boys she let feel her up and fingerfuck her but she didn’t mention the other person who had done the same, the other person who was a certain girlfriend’s sex-crazed mother, and Mary Lou laughed and giggled, and sighed and gasped, and she moaned, and from the way she tingled from head to toe she figured her cuntjuice must be as sweet as melted sugar candy by now, and then she held her breath because the connoisseur’s mouth left her tits and began to journey downward, licking her ribs and her belly and her bellybutton and that tongue went straight down to Mary Lou’s cunt and when it got there it went inside like some rampaging thing dying of thirst.

   “Oh!!”, said Mary Lou in a loud voice, forgetting her aunt was upstairs, and she kicked her legs up and they flailed and straightened and flailed again while the connoisseur drank up her cuntjuice and just about made her cum.   Indeed, Mary Lou was sure she would have cum if the connoisseur had eaten her about ten seconds longer but instead he pulled his head up and wiped his face and smiled at Mary Lou who opened her eyes and looked up, still gasping and panting.

   “I was thinking that maybe you weren’t done yet,” she said, breathlessly.

   “It depends on what you mean by that.  I’m finished tasting you.  I’m fairly certain of my conclusion, Mary Lou
but I need to be absolutely sure.  I’m afraid I’m going to have to fuck you after all.  Just a little bit, I promise.”

   Mary Lou looked at him, blinking.  She definitely wanted her cunt to be a ten.  How could she not have a ten??   Oh,
it was reassurance she wanted from the connoisseur, not information.  Could she live with a nine?  No, anything less than a ten would necessitate a second opinion.

   “Do you think I’m going to be a ten,” she breathed.

   “Not sure.  We’ll know in a minute though.  Don’t worry.
I have a good feeling about this.”  He reached for her and
pulled her into his lap.  A part of the connoisseur Mary Lou hadn’t seen before jutted dangerously in the open fly.

   “Oh gosh!”

   Mary Lou looked bravely into his eyes.

   “I better have a ten,” she warned.

   “It’s up to him now.”

   Mary Lou gazed down at her new judge.

    “That means there’s a good chance it’s a ten,” she persisted.

    The connoisseur conceded there was an excellent chance of that.  Mary Lou sighed, still gazing below.

   “Then I guess you have to be sure,” she sighed.

   The connoisseur lifted her, instructing Mary Lou to hold up her skirt.   It would help in judging to observe her cunt
while he fucked her, he explained, and Mary Lou dutifully hoisted her skirt as she herself was hoisted like something being craned into position.  The crane brought her slowly down.

    “Oh!  Jeepers!  Oh, Mmmmm, Oh! Oh gosh! Ooooo, You’re
FUCKING ME!!!!”

   The connoisseur, scarcely able to believe the wondrous clasp on his judging stick, impaled himself fully, allowing the girl to come to rest against his hairy groin. Then, holding Mary Lou by her hips, he lifted her until only his cockhead remained embedded, then down again, then up again, down and up and down up went Mary Lou, a little faster, then faster still, then very fast, using all his strength to pump Mary Lou on his throbbing dick. 

   Mary Lou put her hands on her judge’s shoulders, steadying herself for fucking.  She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed through her open mouth.  

   “Aren’t you finished?!,” she gasped, willing for the answer to be no.

   “Yes, I’m finished with the judging,” Steve grunted.  “I’m fucking you now just to fuck you,” Steve grunted.

   “Oh, okay,” Mary Lou, whimpered.  “Am I a ten!!!!?”

   “Yessss.”

   

  The click of high heels sounded Ginger’s descent to the living room.  Could never sneak up on anyone with these on, she laughed to herself.  Her mind flashed back to when she had poked her head into the sexpot’s room that morning to call her to breakfast and found the girl in her panties and tee shirt, gazing at herself in the mirror.  Ginger made her announcement and promptly left but the image of half naked Mary Lou lingered even to this moment.  Ginger shook her head.  How could a thirteen year old look like that?  Ginger’s nipples twinged.  She chased away the thought as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

   “Steve?”

   “Hi, Gin.  I forgot about the relatives coming.”

   “I guess you’ve met Mary Lou.”  Ginger gave her face a glance in the tall mirror.  She rarely put on lipstick.

   “Good guess.”  

   Ginger looked at them.  Mary Lou seemed to be breathing rather hard and her face was flushed.  The youngster had seated herself on the floor for some reason.

   “Fix your skirt, honey.  Were you out jogging again?” 

   “Yeah, I just got back,” Mary Lou said.  She left her skirt the way it was.

   Mary Lou’s exposed thigh made an impression on her aunt, who again thought it an exceptional thigh for a girl as young as Mary Lou.  She hoped that Steve was not paying undue attention to Mary Lou’s thigh.  A shudder ran through Ginger at the idea that Steve might be quite as fascinated by Mary Lou’s thigh as she herself was.  Ginger glanced at the clock.  She felt a slight giddiness which she attributed to the scotch she had downed a few minutes before to steel herself for the party.

   “Did you know Mary Lou is a cheerleader?”, Ginger said.

   “She told me.  Her outfit gives a hint.” 

   “She does a wonderful cartwheel split.  Mary Lou, why don’t you do your cartwheel split for Steve?”, said Ginger
giving reign to a reckless urge. 

    Mary Lou laughed.  “I better not,” she said.

    Ginger told herself she didn’t really want to see Mary Lou’s thighs at this exact moment and, in any case,  such a wish would be improper and silly for an aunt to have,  but the urge persisted in spite of her smart reasoning.

   “Go ahead.  Show us,” Ginger said.

    Mary Lou remembered how Ginger had looked at her in her panties that morning in her bedroom and realized that Ginger was looking at her the same way now.

   “You might get mad at me,” Mary Lou warned.
    
    Ginger smiled at Mary Lou and promised she wouldn’t get mad even if Mary Lou did a poor cartwheel.  Steve looked at Mary Lou and then he looked at Ginger and grinned.  

    “This should be interesting,” Steve said.

    Mary Lou ignored Steve’s remark and stood up.  She stepped off the oriental rug onto the polished wood.  Another carpet lay several feet to Mary Lou’s left and she did her cartwheel in that direction.  Taking one quick step,
Mary Lou launched herself.  Her left hand landed squarely on the wood.  Her legs opened.  The skirt fell, partly covering
Mary Lou’s face.   Then the left hand landed smoothly on the
rug, followed smoothly by the right, and Mary Lou looked up grinning at her audience, her perfect split keeping the skirt around her waist.  

    “I hit it,” Mary Lou said, proudly.

    Ginger blinked.  She blinked again.

    “Honey, you forgot to put your panties on!”

    Mary Lou laughed.  “I told you I shouldn’t do it.”
The thirteen year old remained in her split, posing for the grownups.  The skirt was like a rumpled cummerbund across
the trim waist, hiding nothing below.  Ginger’s face reddened as she stared.  Mary Lou smiled at her.

    “You can look,” Mary Lou said, laughing, full of pride that her pretty aunt was admiring her fuckhole.

    “Oh, really.  And what about him?  Can he look, too?”

    “Sure.  He’s a connoisseur.”  Mary Lou explained to her aunt the kind of connoisseur that Steve was.  She confessed that this was the reason her panties were gone.
    
    “I didn’t forget!,” she laughed.  Then blushing and looking at her aunt, Mary Lou lay back with her skirt up and her legs open, letting Ginger look some more if she felt like it.  

    Ginger felt as if her brain were in a vice. She wanted to laugh only she was too amazed and dazzled to do anything except stand there and look and feel the clamp in her head.   A connoisseur of cunts!  What did the girl mean!?  What had been going on down here!?  She couldn’t take her eyes away!  

   “You showed Steve your pussy!?”

   “Mmm hmm, to see if I have a ten or not, and I do.”

   Ginger looked at Steve.  He looked back.

   Ginger swallowed.  She wondered why her pussy was warming.  And she wondered why her nipples were hard and why they teased themselves against her bra.  It was just…too much!

   “You might as well show us your tits too, honey,” Ginger heard herself say.

   Mary Lou blushed and giggled.

   “Oh boy, you are very naughty for an aunt,” the thirteen year old said.

   “You are very naughty for a niece.  I didn’t know you were so naughty.”

   Mary Lou smiled.

   “Steve says my cunt is a ten.  Is yours a ten?”

   “I have no idea,” Ginger laughed.  “And neither does he.” 

   “Well, you should let him check you out.  I’ll bet you could have a ten, too.”

   Ginger felt woozy.  She looked again at the twin delights in Mary Lou’s sweater and they made her feel woozier.  Mary Lou blushed.

   “It’s your turn to show something, Aunt Ginger.”

   “That’s right, Ginger,” Steve agreed.

   “It’s not fair that I have to show everything and you don’t have to show anything,” Mary Lou argued.

   Ginger looked at them.  Her cheeks were red.

   “Show us your panties, why don’t you,” Mary Lou suggested.

   “Yeah,” said Steve.

   Ginger swallowed.  She felt like showing them her panties.  She couldn’t believe she wanted to show them her panties so she waited a moment for the delirium to pass, but it didn’t pass.   

   “Come on, it’ll be fun.  Get down here on the floor,”
chirped Mary Lou.

     There were thoughts like air raid sirens at the fringes of Ginger’s mind trying to scream their way in, but Ginger closed them out.  She looked at Mary Lou and laughed and sat down next to Mary Lou on the oriental rug.
 
     “All right,  I’ll be fair”. 

     Mary Lou scrambled to her knees, causing her skirt to resume its normal function.

     “Let me do it,” she said and before Ginger could react, Mary Lou pushed her down and took hold of the hem of the dress.   “Now just lie there, silly,” Mary Lou ordered.
“My, this is a pretty dress, Aunt Ginger.  I wonder what kind of panties a person wears with a dress like this.  Hmmm.”  And Mary Lou pulled back the hem and slowly brought
up the dress.

     “Ohh!,” Ginger cried as the dress feathered the tops of her thighs and she could tell from the air that her panties had come into view.

     “Boy, they’re nice ones,” said Mary Lou. “Aunt Ginger, you have to open your legs more so we can see the cunt part better,” the eighth grader ordered.

      Ginger bit her lip.  The alarms were dimming.  The
calendar girl legs hesitated and then opened like a fan.

      Mary Lou made a low whistle.

      The panties were black except at the vee which presented in pink.  The edges of the panties were fringed in black lace.  At the vee, Ginger interspersed the lace with her own fringe of light brown cunt hairs.  The mound within softly pressed and bulged, like something plump to eat beneath its wrapper, and from her vantage point Mary Lou could make out the shadow of the veiled hole.

      Ginger squeezed her eyes shut and let herself feel the eyes of the others.  Steve’s eyes.  She had known him for years as her best friend’s seemingly permanent fiancée, and as her own date the past few weeks.  She had been understandably cautious in the new waters and now here she was, lying on her back and giving him, with charming pubescent assistance, a panty show.  Mmmmmmm.  She hoped he liked it.

      “What do you think, Steve?”, said Mary Lou, holding the hem up high enough to make a tent of Ginger’s dress.

      “Of her legs, you mean?”

      Mary Lou laughed.

     “Yeah, all right.  What do her legs get?”

     “Ten,” Steve said at once.

     “Mmmm.  I agree.  That’s pretty good Aunt Ginger to get a ten when you’re, you know, older than most girls who are tens.”

      “Yes, being thirty-two and all, I’m fortunate they’re not falling off,” said Ginger, pleased in spite of the impolite reference to her age.  The air was cool on Ginger’s thighs and becoming cooler, somehow.   Ginger looked up.  The upraised dress shielded her view of Steve.  She wondered how long Mary Lou was going to continue exposing her.

      “What about her cunt?,” Mary Lou said.

      “Mmmm, her cunt.  Mary Lou wants me to judge your cunt, Ginger,” Steve said, in case Ginger hadn’t heard.

      Ginger closed her eyes again.  It was too, too much!
Her nipples ached and the hot pulsing in her cunt was almost
more than she could bear.  It was all happening so fast!  She knew she was getting wet and she was afraid the sex juice would seep through her panties, embarrassing her further.  She closed her legs.

      Mary Lou sighed and put the dress down, folding it 
over neatly and inch or so above the pretty navel.

      “Aunt Ginger, don’t you know we’re not done looking yet,” Mary Lou scolded as she used both hands to push the unresisting legs back out where they were supposed to be.  

     Then Steve said that Mary Lou was doing such a good job
of assisting that she could be a judge, too.  After all, he 
pointed out, most judging events had more than one judge.
That’s true, Mary Lou said, and she brought up figure skating as an example, but Steve pointed out that beauty contests were probably a better example in this case and beauty contests always had more than a single judge.  Besides, Mary Lou had just demonstrated her good judgment in agreeing that Ginger’s legs were a ten.  Ginger listened to this in silence, listening also to her heart pound, and then Steve said that they could not judge Ginger’s cunt very well with her panties on, that her panties would have to come off and Steve instructed Ginger to ask Mary Lou to take off her panties for her because persons having their cunts judged were never allowed to take off their own panties.

     Ginger’s eyes fluttered opened.  They focused on her sexpot niece.  

    “Well, take them off,” she hissed.

    “Say please,” Steve said, pleasantly.

    “I won’t say please,” Ginger said, miserably.  She wanted desperately to rub her nipples.

    Steve shrugged and then he smiled at Mary Lou and told her to remove Ginger’s panties with her mouth.

    Mary Lou squealed.

    “Oh boy, do you have the naughtiest ideas!”  Mary Lou wondered if removing Ginger’s panties in this manner would give her a chance to employ the taste criteria in cunt judging.  She thought it probably would but decided not to mention this right now.

    “Noo,” Ginger moaned, but Mary Lou was already moving between her aunt’s legs, the blue eyes making a study of
her assignment.   Ginger held her breath as the sweet face
descended and at once Ginger felt the girl’s nose and moist lips on her stomach, and then Mary Lou’s tongue emerged and lickingly probed at the band of the panties, trying to snake its way under.  After a while, Mary Lou got a grip on the panties with her teeth and, tugging with her head, inched the panties in the desired direction.  It was hard work.  Mary Lou took a deep breath and raised her head to better appraise her progress.

    The cunt was half in the open, the lips pink and moist
and beneath a sandy brown tuft, the top of the panties crossing midway on the pulsing slit.  Mary Lou glanced at her aunt’s face.  Ginger’s eyes were closed and her cheeks were red.  Several drops of perspiration had appeared at the top of her forehead.  Mary Lou looked down again and weighed her options. She could go after the panties where they stretched on Ginger’s hips or she could bury her mouth in that hot pudding.  An obvious choice, Mary Lou thought, opening her mouth.

    Ginger let out a hopeless cry and the perfect tens flung
upward.  

    Mary Lou hadn’t forgotten her task but the route to Ginger’s panties was through the tropical valley that encased her tongue and the thirteen year old would make it an interesting journey.  Mmmmm, she thought , Steve was
right about cunts being different.  Not only did Ginger’s
look different from Mrs. Johnson’s, it tasted different, too.  It tasted better.  Mmmmmmm.  Ginger let her tongue go in deeper and then she licked against the walls which were very warm and cloying with honey and then Mary Lou backed up and found Ginger’s hard and swollen clitoris and she lathed it and teased it until her Aunt Ginger’s hips bucked, rocking Mary Lou’s head while Ginger’s own head twisted helplessly on the polished wood.

    After she let the clitoris go, Mary Lou sucked up more of the delicious cunt juice, liking the taste of it more and more.  She knew by now that Aunt Ginger’s cunt was a sure ten and she had no excuse therefore to delay further so, with a sigh, Mary Lou, bit into the ridge of the panties and brought them down, using her hands to help.  Mary Lou tugged the panties down Ginger’s legs, which Ginger folded together to make the going easier, and then, with the panties still in the grip of her perfect white teeth, Mary Lou pulled the panties over Ginger’s ankles and feet and let them drop to the floor. 

    “Whew!,” Mary Lou said, smiling.  She looked at Steve with her cute wet face.  Then she looked at Ginger.

    “You don’t have to close them anymore,” Mary Lou said,
critically, and she put her hands on Ginger’s knees and pushed the auntly legs apart.  

     Ginger’s red face looked up.

     “You ate me.”

     Mary Lou sighed again and wiped her mouth and chin.  She had been savoring her treat.

    “Well, yeah.  If you’re going to be a judge you have to eat the person.  It’s not just how it looks.  The taste is real important, Aunt Ginger.  Steve is going to eat you too.”       

    Ginger groaned.  Then she licked her lips, the words
of that sweet voice burning through her:  “Steve is going to eat you too.”

    “Did he eat you?”

    “Uh huh.  And he fucked me.”

    “Ohhhh.”  Ginger closed her eyes.  Her legs lay limp and open.  Her nipples rebelled like spikes in her dress.

    “I barely fucked her.  Had to stop when we heard you on the stairs,” Steve said, mildly.  He rubbed his hands together, in thought.  “Actually, the truest taste would be when she cums, Mary Lou.  One of us should eat her and make her cum.  Would you like to do it?”

    “Sure.  Oh, boy.” 

   “No, don’t make me cum,” Ginger pleaded, but Mary Lou even then was moving between the slack legs and Ginger made no movement of protest. 

   “Push the dress up first.  Let’s see her tits,” Steve counseled.

   “Okay,” Mary Lou said, and, gathered in folds, the dress
retreated, uncovering Ginger’s smooth stomach and then her ribs and over the black lace encased tits it went and, an instant later, Mary Lou’s hands rode beneath the bra and lifted it with the dress and the two garments lay together like an unkempt scarf across Ginger’s shoulders and neck, a piece of the fabric tickling the base of her upturned chin.

    The cool air on her nipples was the final straw for Ginger.  She gasped and put her hands on her tits, giving the nipples the relief they had been demanding.

    “Man, those tits are tens,” Steve said, admiringly but 
without surprise.

    “Yeah,” said Mary Lou.  “I’m going to eat her,” she giggled, getting down between the spread legs and looking at Ginger’s cunt.   It was so pretty, prettier than Mrs. Johnson’s cunt, Mary Lou thought, and it looked very much like it needed to be eaten by a naughty cunt eating girl.
Mary Lou moved closer.  She felt the cunt’s heat on her face.  Mary Lou opened her mouth and smothered it over the waiting cunt.

    “Oh!”  Ginger rubbed her nipples while Mary Lou ate her.  Ginger bit her lip and opened and closed her eyes. She kicked her legs up and let them fall and kicked again.  Ginger bucked her hips, driving her hot pussy hard against Mary Lou’s sucking mouth.  Ginger moaned and sighed and gasped.  She looked up and saw Steve watching.  Steve met her liquid gaze and smiled.  Such a superior smile it was.  The smile alone almost made Ginger want to cum.  It occurred to her then that soon she would cum and that Steve would see it.  They had been friends for so long and he had seen her do the thousands of things that friends will do and now he was going to see her cum.   Ginger blinked but held his gaze while she panted shamelessly through her slack mouth and rubbed her hard nipples.  Then she closed her eyes and came.

              *       *      *       *

     “Boy that was good,” Mary Lou said, breathlessly.  She looked at Steve who smiled at the thirteen year old’s flushed, wet face.  

     “You look like you dipped your head in something,” he
laughed.

    “I did,” Mary Lou laughed back.

    “Well, how does she taste?”

    “She’s a ten, Steve.  She tastes really good.  You were right about her cum.  Aren’t you going to taste her yourself?”

    “Yeah, come here.”

    Mary Lou looked at her tutor and laughed.  Then she got up and walked over to Steve and sat on his lap.  The lap featured a hard protrusion.   Steve pushed Mary Lou’s head toward his own and kissed her on the mouth.  The mouths opened and Steve licked inside, tasting the mixture of cunt juice and saliva while Mary Lou gasped and squirmed her bottom on the trousered hardness.  Then Steve removed his tongue from the eighth grader’s mouth and licked her lips and chin and cheeks, finding numerous tasty samples of Ginger’s fuckjuice.

     “Mmmmm, not bad,” Steve said, depositing Mary Lou on the floor, where she sat observing him as he evaluated, his eyes closed like a true professional.

     “Ginger, please open your cunt with your fingers,” Steve said, after a few moments of savoring.  “I want another look at her fuckhole and clitoris,” he explained to his colleague. 

     Ginger sat up and let her legs fall open.  The dress tumbled down, covering her tits but Ginger’s legs kept it high enough.  Ginger opened her cunt as instructed.  
        
     “It’s a beautiful cunt, all right.  Tastes good, too.
Very sweet.  Almost as sweet as yours, Mary Lou.  I don’t even have to fuck her.  I pronounce it a ten.”

     Mary Lou clapped her hands and made a little jump.

     “That’s great, isn’t it Aunt Ginger.  We’re both tens.
I was hoping we both would be!!”