Anonymous - Wet Desires

Martha had a sweet habit of running the tip of her pink tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. Folks could tell it was a habit.

Martha even did it at times when her lips were already wet. The little girl knew that it would not be very long at all before she would be kissing passionately for the first time. Her lips and her tongue were tingling with anticipation. She looked forward to getting kissed for the first time every bit as much as she was looking forward to swallowing come for the second time.

Her lips were soft.

Red.

Wet.

Sensuous.

Hot.

Martha had perfectly straight teeth. Her choppers were pearly white. Her mouth was wet. Her mouth was steamy hot. Ryan could tell. He could tell just by looking at the nymphet how hot she was. He could tell that, deep down inside, the little girl wanted to be fucked for the first time very badly.

The boy correctly assumed that it was Martha Maidier's deep-rooted Catholicism that was keeping her cherry intact. It was The Church, and Father Hartman and Sister Louisa who were keeping Martha chaste.

The car turned off of South Road and pulled onto a single-lane dirt road that spiraled up this hill they called Sex.

The little girl slid across the front seat of the football quarterback's LTD so that she was snuggling against the boy, pressing against him, feeling the heat radiating wonderfully off of his large, muscular body.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Ummmmmm," she said.

"Almost there," he said.

"Hurry," she urged.

The little girl had small ears that were shaped like sea shells and her neck was long and white, like that of a swan.

"You sound like you are looking forward to this. Martha. I can hear that tone of need in your voice," Ryan exclaimed.

"Don't you worry about me, Ryan McCarthy," Martha said. "All I am concerned about tonight is YOUR pleasure."

"You mean you aren't even gonna let me feel you up a little?" Ryan asked, with a note of concern in his baritone voice.

"Well… I'll have to think about that. I sure would like to know what it is like getting touched all over," Martha confessed.

"I'd be glad to show you how it feels. I'm good at it. Girls call me "The Octopus" because I feel like I have eight hands when I am necking."

"Do most of the girls you bring here let you go all the way with them? You know, fuck them?"

There.

She said it.

The F word.

"All of them let me fuck them. If you hold out on me, I must say, it will be a first," Ryan said with a cocky grin.

"Don't sound so awful sure of yourself, Ryan. I'm not losing my cherry in the backseat of a car, you can bet your bunky on that," Martha said, pursing her lips and making an indignant clucking sound with the tip of her tongue.

"We'll see," was all Ryan had to say on the subject.

For a girl of the strawberry blonde's super-diminutive size, she had extraordinarily large knockers.

Her tits were so large that they would have been considered humongous even if they I sad grown on a much larger girl.

The car pulled to a stop on the fiat clearing at the top of Sex hill. From this vantage point one could see all of Madison County, including the entire village of Collinsville.

"Never been here before?"

"Nope."

"WHAT do you think?"

"Love it."

"Best view in the county."

"Very seductive."

"Can't see it from the backseat."

"Is that where we are going?"

"Steering wheel gets in the way up here," Ryan said.

"Let's move."

"Stay right there and I'll open the door for you."

"You are quite a gentleman, Ryan McCarthy," Martha exclaimed.

"So far," Ryan said, his mouth curling into a half-smile.

He opened her door for her. He loved the way her boobs pressed against the front of her dress.

"You have great tits," he said.

"Thanks," the strawberry blonde responded with a blush. It was so dark that Ryan could not see the reddening of the little girl's preciously beautiful kisser.

"They are not only big but they are FIRM," Ryan said.

"Uh huh. I don't have to wear a bra or anything," she said.

"Nature has supplied ail of your lifting and separating."

"Hopefully for many years to come, Ryan," she said.

"Why that sounds more vain than I would expect from you."

"Even humble girls don't want their boobs to sag, Ryan."

"I suppose. I can see that your nipples are erect," he said.

"It must be the chilly night air," Martha exclaimed.

"It wouldn't mean you are getting horny, would it?"

"What would give you a silly idea like that?" she inquired.

"Your nipples point slightly upward, don't they?"

"Well, yes, when I am standing up or sitting up straight," the little girl said.

"You always sit up and stand up straight, Martha, You never slouch," Ryan said.

"My Mommy says that I walk like I am balancing an invisible book on top of my head," Martha said with a giggle. She walked with him and stood close to him at his side as he opened the door to the backseat of the LTD. It was actually Ryan's father's car, but he told chicks that it was his.

"Did Mommy by any chance send you to some finishing school to give you such perfect posture?" Ryan asked.

"Maybe your folks can afford things like that, Ryan. But my Daddy is a mechanic and Mommy is a librarian, well, you knew that, and they could never afford to send me to a big city for schooling. I assure you that my perfect posture is quite natural," the strawberry blonde explained, and then she climbed into the backseat.

Ryan climbed in hurriedly behind her. The little girl's tits were rounded at their bottoms and sloped at their tops, which was why her nipples pointed slightly upward. At that moment her nipples were pressing pebble-like bumps in the front of her dress.

Her tits curved well back toward Martha's underarms.

Her nipples were large, just like her tits. Her nipples were the size of silver dollars and they were very pink, almost crimson when she was horny. She was very horny as she fell into Ryan McCarthy's arms in the backseat of the darkened LTD. She no longer cared about the greatest view in all of Madison County.

The little girl's waist was very slender. Indeed, her waist measured a mere twenty-two inches. Her hips were round at both the sides and at the rear. Her belly was flat.

Her bellybutton was dimpled and concave. Her loins were femininely sloped. Her fanny was every bit as smooth as when she was just a little baby.

The little girl had a very sexy walk, which, of course, Ryan had not failed to notice before he asked her out in the first place. The little girl could feel her tits heaving up and down inside her dress a little bit by this time as her respiratory system became affected by her growing lust.

The little girl swung her round hips from side to side like a pendulum as part of her natural gait.

There were no affectations involved in her walk.

Martha wrapped her slender arms around the football quarterback's thick neck. She twined her fingers at the back of his neck, just below the base of his skull, and clung to him tightly. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and pulled her even closer to him than before.

Her tits touched him.

He could feel how firm they were.

He could feel her hard nipples right through her dress, -right through his shirt. He was breathing funny too. He sounded as if he were in the fourth quarter of a close football game after scrambling away from a plethora of potential tacklers for a crucial first down.

"Kiss me," she said.

"With pleasure," he responded.

His face moved closer to her as if he were moving in slow motion. She closed- her eyes so that her long reddish eyelashes rested lightly on her cheekbones. She ran the tip of her pink tongue back and forth across her swollen lips to moisten them. She could feel him pause when their mouths were less than an inch apart. She could feel his hot moist breath beating onto her lips, making her lips tingle even worse than before with their now acute anticipation.