"I'm thirsty again," he said and the Asian-Mexican girl turned towards him, her dark, almond eyes twinkling as she saw his thickening organ.

"But there's nothing to drink," she said teasingly. "Our drinks are back with our things." She looked away to where they had left from, where the other beach-goers were, just a haze in the distance. They were alone. She looked back at him. "How thirsty are you?" she asked, lifting her foot and nudging his penis with her toe.

"I'm dying of thirst," he replied, his eyes focusing on her sex. "I need a drink right now." He sat up, feeling the hot dry sand tickling as it fell from his skin. She was standing between his spread legs, her groin just below his face. He ran his hand up the inside of her leg into the heat of her bare crotch. "Here is the source," he said, his finger stroking between her labia and over her urethral opening. "The fountain of youth."

"And what is this the fountain of," she laughed, putting her foot on his now erect penis. Once again, Terry was amazed at this young girl's maturity. Her spontaneity and her sexual awareness of his desires was quite remarkable in one so young. No matter what he said or did, she seemed to get delight from pleasing him and doing as he wanted. His impotency was certainly a thing of the past. He was like a horny teenager again, with the lovely youngsters he now had access to. The sand on her foot scratched his skin, not unpleasantly.

He wrapped his hands around her rounded buttocks and pulled her on to his mouth. He pressed his lips over her swollen pubes, his tongue slipping between her folds and searching her inner flesh. He could taste the salt water mixed in with her taste and his combined inside her. A wet warmth suddenly flowed into his mouth and the acidy taste of her urine over-rode the other tastes. Her smell filled his nostrils and he moaned as he gulped her fluid. It trickled out of his mouth and ran in tickling rivulets down his skin, warm against his sea-cooled body. He could feel it dribbling around his genitals, dripping from his tightly shrivelled scrotum. He pulled her in tighter against him, forcing her sex open with his mouth to take as much of her as he could into him. Sue-Lin's hands were clutched in his hair, encouraging him to press harder against her.

He could hear her gasping and her flow eased off; but she kept him pressing into her. Then her body began shuddering and Terry realised she was reaching her orgasm...that she was truly enjoying what they were doing. He swallowed the last of her urine and pushed his tongue inside her as far as it could go. Her inner taste was so sweet after the acidity of her waters and he sucked and lathed her as her body shook and her little squeals of delight told him he was doing right.

Finally the little girl pulled his head away from her groin and leaned back, looking down at him. "You do that the best of anyone, Terry," she said, her voice husky. "Even better than my dad."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I like doing it to you. And I love drinking from you." He wiped his hand over his mouth then over the streaks of urine shining on his nude body.

"Do you need to pee?" Sue-Lin asked, squatting in front of him and taking hold of his stiffness. He was sandy and she brushed the dry sand off him. "You need a wash," she said, looking at him. "You've got sand stuck around your rim.".....(cont)