Anonymous - Wet Desires

The little girl found that the Dean of Discipline's come was also a hell of a lot hotter than she thought it would be.

There was a frightening moment or two when the little girl thought the inside of her mouth was being scalded by the man's steamy come.

The little girl found that the man's come was so hot that she worried that he might be running a fever, and it occurred to her that this was an odd time for her maternal instincts to kick in. Still, she had an urge to feel the man's forehead just to make sure that he was not coming down with something.

The strawberry blonde teenager found that she had to wait for a second or two for the jism to cool off inside her mouth before her tastebuds could appropriately register the flavor.

IT was worth the wait.

She was not disappointed.

Not one iota.

The little girl discovered in time that the man's jism was, indeed, every bit as delicious as her womanly intuition had told her it would be.

The strawberry blonde found that his come tasted fishy.

Salty.

Refreshing.

Delicious.

The little girl figured that the man's come probably tasted better than the world's most expensive caviar.

Now, of course, the little girl had never tasted the world's most expensive caviar.

But Martha Maidier would have bet a million dollars right then and there that Mr. Busto's jism was a hell of a lot tastier than any over-priced fish eggs.

The little girl discovered that she enjoyed the texture of the man's come every bit as much as she enjoyed the flavor.

She thought that the man's come felt like raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her throat toward the warm spot of contentment that was forming at the pit of her stomach.

She was delighted to find that she had no trouble keeping all the man's come inside her mouth following that first massive squirt.

The little girl really did feel as if she were being fed a hot meal by the man's, convulsing prick.

The strawberry blonde found that the quantity of come in each of the man's squirts diminished rapidly after the first one.

"Keep sucking. Keep sucking. Suck me dry," the man said.

The little girl was determined to keep sucking until his scrotal sack was completely empty. She was determined to keep sucking until the man's balls were as dry as a pair of bones left out to bleach white in the hot summertime sunshine.

As it turned out, the little girl had no trouble determining when the man's come was through. Not only did the jism stop spewing from the little hole at the tip of the man's pecker but all of his muscles also relaxed at the same time. He caught his breath. He listened to the rate of his racing heartbeat slowing down, returning gradually to normal. The man could feel the hot perspiration that had lathered his body because of his intense sexual exertion starting to cool off.

The little girl left her mouth on the head of the man's cock for a moment or two even after Mean Mr. Busto could feel the ecstasy of his climax being replaced by the warmth and contentment of is post-orgasmic afterglow.

His cock head felt at home inside her mouth.

The little girl could feel the hot blood of the man's horniness pumping back out of the head and shaft of his cock.

The fifteen year old could feel her jaw getting a chance to relax a little bit as the head of his cock lost some of its awesome girth because of his absolute sexual appeasement.

The little girl could feel the muscles at the sides of her preciously beautiful face getting a chance to relax for the first time in what felt to Martha Maidier like ages.

When the little girl did pull her mouth off of the head of his cock she didn't remove it very far.

The little girl stopped pulling back with her pretty head and her slender shoulders when her lips were still less than an inch away from the tip of his pecker.

The strawberry blonde female crossed her eyes and looked down past her tiny nose and she could see that her upper lips was connected to the little hole at the tip of the man's pecker by a string of come.

The little girl could see that the come was bridging them. She pulled back with her head and shoulders three more inches. That string of come stretched and drooped and finally broke at its center. The little girl could tell that the tip of Mr. Busto's cock had lost its ability to defy the law of gravity because of his absolute satisfaction. She could tell that his cock was going to droop downward when she let go of it. The little girl could tell that her right hand and her right hand alone were keeping the tip of the man's cock aloft at this point.

The little girl pumped at the shaft of the man's softening cock three times, instinctively checking to make sure that there was not any come trapped uncomfortably inside his cock shaft.

Sure enough, there was.

Three droplets.

Her eyes lit up.

Her mouth watered.

More come.

More come for her to eat.

The little girl could see three droplets of murky fluid oozing from between the swollen lips astride the man's urethra. She saw to it that those three droplets were not allowed to stay there for very long. The little girl's tongue darted out of her mouth and she looked as if she were doing a perfect imitation of a bullfrog capturing a horsefly in midair.

She laved away the droplets of post-orgasmic dog water from the tip of his dong with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip. Then the little girl could see. that the entire head of the man's cock was covered with a thin film of come, so she used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean.

She didn't stop licking until the head of his cock was as clean as a whistle. She didn't stop licking until the head of the man's cock was as clean as a whistle and the only thing making it wet and shiny was the sweet spittle that spilled from her tired mouth.

Then she released her grip on his cock and balls at the same time. She could hear him let out a long sigh. Just as she had earlier suspected, the tip of the man's cock drooped downward in between his thick and heavily-muscled inner thighs as soon as she released her grip on it.

She looked up at him.

Her eyes were wide. Her eyes were bright and sincere.

"How did I do?"

"Fantastic."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Uh uh," she said, shaking her head from side to side. "I thought it was fun."

That was the really surprising thing.

That she could have thought it fun. All her life she'd been trained to think those kinds of things were degrading… and now, here she was, really getting off on it. Gosh! Life sure was funny, sometimes.

Martha Maidier was about to go out on her first date.

"Are you nervous, sweetheart?" Mommy asked her little girl.

"A little, I guess," Martha said, her face slightly flushed.

"I want you to be a good girl," Mr. Maidier said.

"I will, Daddy, don't worry," Martha said. "Ryan is a nice boy. You don't have anything to worry about."

"I hope not," Daddy said. "I read stories in the newspapers about little girls growing up too fast and, well, it is enough to make my skin crawl."

"Daddy, I think you should worry about me growing up too slowly not growing up too fast," the strawberry blonde said with a girlish giggle.

"There's no such thing as growing up too slowly," Daddy said. "You have to understand, sweetheart, in my eyes you are NEVER going to grow up. You are always going to be my little girl."

A car horn blasted outside.

"That's Ryan. Gotta go," Martha said excitedly.

"He's not going to come to the door?" Daddy asked, with a concerned tone in his voice.

"Uhhhh, I don't think so, Daddy. I don't think that that sort of thing is done any longer," Martha said.