Anonymous - Wet Desires

Then the boy pressed his mouth over the little girl's parted, lips, and it didn't take Martha very long at all to discover that passionate kissing felt even better, a hell of a lot better, than she thought it was going to.

The little girl could feel the football quarterback pressing his lips gently over her own at first, but the gingerly nature of the oral embrace did not last for very long.

It was not very long at all before the horny boy was pushing his lips against the little girl's mouth so hard that she could feel her lips pressing against her teeth.

The little girl could feel them kissing with their lips only at first, but this too did not last. Just as if the pair of young lovers had rehearsed this act a thousand times in the past, they each offered the tips of their tongues at precisely the same time.

They touched the tips of their tongues together lightly, The little girl could feel a rush of physical pleasure running up and down the entire length of her spine, all the way from the base of her skull to her tailbone and then back again.

The little girl could feel her pussy swelling rapidly with her horniness, rapidly approaching thorough engorgement. The little girl could feel her pussy getting wet.

Martha could feel herself making a wet spot at the crotch of her panties, and she had a feeling that that wet spot was going to get a hell of a lot larger before she was through making out with the boy.

It wasn't long before the football quarterback and the strawberry blonde were rolling their tongues wildly together. They were performing a wet pink internal swordfight with their battling tongues.

They explored the insides of each other's mouths thoroughly with their tongues.

They licked at each other's teeth.

Gums.

Inner cheeks.

The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both breathless with passion by the time it was through. The jock pulled away from the little girl so that he could place his hands over her tits.

She grabbed his wrists and pulled his huge hands away from her tits.

"Ryan, please."

"No?"

"Uh uh."

"Why not?"

"We are concentrating on your pleasure, remember?"

"But, if it feels good, why do you want me to stop?"

"It feels too good, Ryan," the little girl exclaimed.

"I don't think I'll ever understand chicks," Ryan said.

"I'm a tougher nut to crack than most, I suspect," she said.

"You can say that again," Ryan said with a laugh that communicated an unfamiliar combination of humor and frustration. Ryan McCarthy was not used to getting his gas shut off.

"Okay, Martha. You want to pleasure me, go ahead and pleasure me," Ryan said, taking her hand and placing it on the bulge that had formed at the crotch of his super-tight and faded bluejeans.

She squeezed that bulge.

He moaned.

The little girl's legs were not long, but they were superbly shaped. She didn't look like a little girl at all. She looked like a full-fledged woman, only in miniature.

Her thighs were perfectly tapered from her round hips to her unscarred 'knees. Martha thought that it was pretty amazing that her knees were as unscarred as they were, taking into consideration, as she did, the amount of roller-skating the little girl had done on the cracked sidewalks of Collinsville before puberty struck.

The little girl's shins were flat and smooth. Her calves were rounded without being overly muscled. Her ankles were trim. Her feet were dainty She had the perfect legs, and especially the perfect ankles, for high heels. She had worn a pair of simple fiat shoes for her first date. She would like to have worn high heels, because she knew that they would have made her look sexier, but she knew that Mommy and daddy would have had a shit fit if she had come downstairs wearing anything remotely seductive.

The strawberry blonde moved her lips to the side of Ryan McCarthy's thick neck. She began to kiss and lick and bite at the side of his neck, concentrating her oral attention on his jugular vein. She used her teeth to give him little love bites, which Ryan discovered hurt and felt good at the same time.

Mostly they felt good.

The little girl, however, did not allow her teeth to linger in one spot for long enough to leave any lasting marks: Martha correctly assumed that it would be prohibitively indiscreet to give the football quarterback a hickey on their very first date.

The truth was that Ryan did not like girls who wanted to leave their signature on his neck when they necked. He was always embarrassed when he had a hickey and he wore turtleneck shirts to cover it up until it faded away.

"I have a boner," he said, his eyes closing.

"I can feel it, Ryan," she said in a high-pitched voice.

"I feel like my cock is going to burst," he said.

"Ummm, I hope it bursts in my mouth," the little girl said.

"I can feel my b-b-b-b-b-balls aching, so bad," he said.

"I think I can make that ache go away," Martha replied.

"You weren't kidding before, were you, Martha?" he said.

"About what?" the little girl asked, tilting her head slightly to one side. She looked at him quizzically.

"You ARE fun on a date, aren't you?" Ryan exclaimed.

Martha giggled.

"I try," she said.

She once again kissed and licked and nibbled with her teeth up and down the entire length of his jugular vein.

"My ear, I want to feel your tongue on my ear," Ryan said, a little breathlessly. He felt as if he had ants in his pants. He was rocking back and forth, shifting the weight of his lower torso from one ass cheek to the other and then back again.

The little girl parted her lips and allowed the tip of her tongue to protrude as far as it would go. She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across his dangling earlobe.

The little girl used the pointy tip of her tongue to explore the outer shell of the football quarterback's ear.

"Inside too?" she asked.

"Ummmmmm, yes," the handsome teenager replied with a sigh.

She plunged her tongue right into his ear, pushing as deep as she could get. She could feel the little hairs inside his ear and she could taste the bitter taste of earwax on the tastebuds on the very tip of her tongue.

The football quarterback shivered violently. He could feel the little hairs at the nape of his neck just below the base of his skull standing on end. The football quarterback could feel the entire surface area of his body, and that encompassed a lot of space, becoming covered with a thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh.

The little girl pulled her tongue out of the boy's ear and quickly repeated the whole process with the other side of his neck and his other ear.

"You have too many clothes on, Ryan," she said.

"I don't think I have the patience to take off all my clothes," Ryan said.

"What do you have the patience for, Ryan?" the little girl queried quickly. Her inquiry was laden with her sexual curiosity.

The little girl could feel her panties crawling up deep into the cleavage between her cunt lips. She could feel that claustrophobic feeling in her pussy, the feeling that her quivering quim was suffocating, the feeling that her oozing cooze was desperately in the need of fresh air. She was getting the feeling that she wanted to get completely nude.

"You're hot," he said.

"You can tell?"

"Your breathing… "

"I am panting."

"Your nipples."

"They are hard," the little girl confessed in a whispery voice.

"You can't blame the cold now, Martha," he said.

"I never claimed I don't get horny Ryan. I merely said that I don't put out," the little girl said.

"I'm gonna just whip out my cock."

"Okie-dokie."

"Ever suck before?"

"Once."

"Who?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Sure."

"Mr. Busto."