Anonymous: Wet Desires

She rubbed her nipples with the fleshy part of her fingertips and she could actually feel those feminine erections getting both firmer and larger. She could feel her pussy starting to drool.

Martha could feel her natural lubrication dribbling out of the base of her pussy over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of her cunt and her asshole. She could feel her natural lubrication dribbling slowly over her asshole itself. Martha knew that it wouldn't be very long until the entire crack of her ass was wet and slippery from the aromatic juices that were dribbling from her swollen poontang.

The little girl knew that it wouldn't be very long before her drooling cunt made a wet spot on her dark red bedspread beneath her creamy ass.

Her thighs opened.

Further. Further still. She didn't stop opening her legs until her thighs had been parted to a perfect ninety degree angle.

She placed the balls and the soles of her dainty feet flat on the bed. She raised her knees into the air and stretched the muscles at the insides of her thighs in an attempt to point her knees at opposite walls of her bedroom. She didn't quite make it but she did manage to get her thighs open to an obtuse angle. Her toes were curling under. That, she would learn, always happened when she was feeling acutely horny.

The little girl began to open and close her thighs rapidly, as if she were tying to fan the already raging flame in her cunt.

The little girl could smell herself. Martha could smell the scent of her woman hood wafting from between her legs up toward her flaring nostrils. She liked the smell of her pussy.

It was the smell of lust. It was a womanly smell.

She smelled a little fishy, but that was okay with Martha. She LIKED fish!

The little girl got each of her breasts' feminine erections in between her thumbs and forefingers. She pinched at her nipples lightly. The little girl could feel ripples of sexual pleasure rolling up and down the entire length of her backbone, all the way from her tailbone to the base of her skull and back again.

As the little girl touched herself she found that it was increasingly difficult to keep her lower body still. He hips wanted to writhe.

Her hips wanted to gyrate.

She had ants in her pants.

Her loins wanted to move in slow sensuous circles. Indeed, her loins sometimes felt as if they wanted to violently buck upward toward the ceiling of the little girl's bedroom.

Martha pinched her nipples a little more firmly before, slightly flattening them in between the tips of her thumbs and forefingers. She pinched so hard that she felt a little pain mixed with her pleasure. But she didn't mind. It was intrinsically sexual pain, just as the pain of having her cherry popped would be, and she discovered that her brain was translating the sensations into pleasure for he. She tugged at both of her super-erect nipples simultaneously. She tugged until the skin all around each nipple was stretched as taut as cellophane. She pulled at both of her feminine erections until both of her tits looked a good deal pointier than usual, and that was saying something, because both of her tits were pointy to begin with.

She released her grip on her nipples and allowed them to snap back into place. She then placed the palms of he hands over her tits, positioning he hands so her nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of her slightly cupped palms.

She opened her fingers as far as she could get them and made a vain attempt at clutching her creamy and firm breast flesh in its entirety. But this was impossible. Her tits were too big.

Her hands were too small.

She squeezed what she could, however, squeezing hard enough to pucker her tit flesh a little bit with the tips of her dainty fingers.

She began to move her tits in slow sensuous circles. She pushed her tits upward toward her neck.

She pushed her tits downward toward her slightly protruding rib-cage. She pulled her tits apart so that the skin between them was stretched taut. Then the little girl pushed her tits together firmly so that her knockers were.slightly flattened on their insides and the cleavage between them was extraordinary long and deep.

She released her grip on her tits. She stroked her belly.

Her abdomen.

Her loins.

Her soft underbelly.

She moved her hands to the inside of her thighs. It felt GOOD to sin, she discovered. She had a suspicion that the priests and the nuns had warned her against touching her private parts because they knew how good it could feel. Martha felt as if she had discovered a brand new toy, and she knew that now she would never want to stop playing with it.

She sighed.

She moaned.

She tried to remain completely silent, but she soon discovered that this was impossible. She knew that it was going to become increasing difficult to stifle the exclamation's of pleasure that were welling up within her. She could tell that she was already making a wet spot on the bedspread. She knew that that wet spot was going to get a little bit bigger with each passing second, and that it was not going to stop growing until her masturbatory session was ended.

She sighed.

She felt dizzy.

She was starting to understand what it was to be a woman.

The little girl stroked up and down the insides of he thighs with the tips of her long fingernails. Then she caressed her inner thighs with the fleshy part of her fingertips. She allowed he fingertips to roam from her bent and outwardly turned knees to the tops of her inner thighs a fraction of an inch-on either side from the sides of her vulva. She allowed her fingertips to come as close as she possibly could to her cunt with making direct contact with those hypersensitive and super-erogenous mucous membranes.

She teased herself.

She instinctively knew that the intensity of her inevitable orgasm would be enhanced by this teasing. She knew that the longer she took to build her feminine sexual arousal up to the saturation point, the better it was going to feel when all of that sexy womanly tension was released simultaneously in the form of an orgasm.

She stroked up and down the insides of her thighs several times before she allowed herself to actually touch her cunt. She could tell that her sense of time and space were being severely altered by the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment. She was so horny that she was only vaguely aware of where she was. Her sense of time was being elongated by her lust. Each second was stretched so that it felt like a minute and each minute was elongated so that it felt like an hour. Martha could tell that her orgasm, when she finally got around to having it, would feel as if it were going to go on forever.

Martha shifted the weight of her lower torso to the small of he back.

She rolled her ass cheeks up off the bedspread a little bit. She was resting on the Y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of her ass.

This moved her pussy upward, making it easier for Martha to get at it with her suddenly bold and curious fingertips.

She placed the tip of her right forefinger on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of her pussy and her asshole. She could tell that her cunt's tissues were going to be nice and slippery and that her fingertip was going to GLIDE over those tissues with ease.

Her nostrils were flaring.

Her lips were parted.

She moistened her sensuous lips with the tip of her tongue.

Her face felt very hot, and the little girl could tell that she was turning as red as a beet because of the intensity of her horniness. She had long passed the point where she was hornier than she had eve been before. She was feeling hornier at this moment than she would have thought possibly unless she had experienced it for herself.