Anonymous - Wet Desires

She stroked up and down the outermost portions of her vulva. She touched her outer cunt lips, up and down the entire length of her super-swollen poontang gash.

The little girl allowed her fingertip to come within a fraction of an inch of her clit without actually touching it. She could tell instinctively that she could make herself orgasm very quickly if she put her finger right on her love button and began to diddle herself. But that was not what the little girl had in mind. That was not what the virginal teenage had in mind at all. She was determined to keep her willpower strong. She was determined to touch all of the nooks and crannies of her cunt before she allowed herself to touch the most sensitive spot of all, the magic spot at the very top of her cunt slash. Her clit, by this time was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of he feminine arousal, just like the rest of her cunt. Her little man in the boat had grown so large that it looked more like the head of a baby boy's cock than like the center of a little girl's desire.

She gasped.

She writhed.

She could feel her loins jerking upward wildly.

She could feel various muscles in her lovely little body tensing up on her involuntarily because of the acute nature of her sexual arousal.

Martha could tell that this was a situation that was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. She knew that it wouldn't be long before ALL of the muscles in her diminutive body would be tensed up on her involuntarily because her hot arousal was so close to the saturation point. She couldn't believe how densely the nerve-endings in her cunt were clustered.

She ran the tip of her right forefinger up and down in between her inner and outer cunt lips, once again moving the tip of that delicate digit all the way from the top to the bottom of her twat. She once again allowed her finger to come as close as she could possibly get it to he love button without actually touching it.

Martha ran her fingertip along the protruding and slightly curled back outer edge of her inner cunt lips.

The little girl then pushed the tip of her finger in between her inner cunt lips. She touched her own piss hole with the tip of that bold and curious digit. She was touching herself directly below and less than an inch away from her little man in the boat. Her clit felt like it would explode at any second from the intense internal pressure she was experiencing down there. Indeed, she felt as if her clit were going to come popping right out of her cunt.

Martha wanted to draw her fingertip upward that fraction of an inch so that she co, Id touch her clitoris in an erotic manner for the very first time but again she held back.

She was determined to tease hers if right down to the bitter end. She pushed her finger downward instead of pulling it upward. She kept the tip of her finger in between her inner cunt lips. She hooked her finger under the base of her pubic bone. She wanted to ram her finger way up deep inside her cunt, and she actually stand to do this, but she didn't get very far. She had only penetrated her unused fuck hole about an inch or so, about up to the first knuckle, when she felt something blocking the path to her womb. The little girl knew right away what this was.

Her cherry.

Her intact hymen.

Her precious maidenhead.

Thee was a part of the little girl that wanted to bust right through that thin wall of membrane, the thin wall that had for so very long been the sole guardian of her chastity, just so she could find out how it felt to be touched on the other side.

But there was a bigger part of her that wanted to save her cherry. There was a bigger part of the petty little teenager that wanted to save her cherry and offer it to her husband, or, if her willpower gave out one day, to the man she chose to be her first lover. She couldn't imagine letting a roan actually fuck her if she were not married to him, however. She was quite dogmatic concerning this point.

But, then again, she was only fifteen, and she was getting hornier every day. She knew there was no telling how she would feel concerning sex once she became a full-fledged woman.

She pushed against her hymen until the thin wall of membrane was stretched taut. She then withdrew.

She pulled her finger all the way out of her cunt. Her finger was wet and slippery from her poontang's natural lubrication. She drew that fingertip toward her face. She could see a bead of cunt juice clinging to he fingertip, readying to drip right off. She sniffed at that finger. She drew the scent of her rapidly emerging womanhood deep into her sinuses through her wildly flaring nostrils. She then impulsively popped that finger in her mouth. She sucked it. She licked it. She sucked and licked at her sticky finger simultaneously, and she didn't stop until it was as clean as a whistle, and the only thing making it wet and shiny was the sweet spittle from her panting mouth.

She began to writhe wildly on the bed.

Her body was jerking.

It seemed as if she had to suppress a loud exclamation of pleasure with each and every one of her rapid exhales.

She was sweating.

The hot perspiration of the little girl's sexual exertion was forming a film that completely covered her entire body.

Martha could tell that something wonderful was about to happen inside her body, something so spectacular that her imagination would have been unable to conjure such a thing. She could feel herself losing her ability to think rationally. She knew that if a man had come into her room at that moment she would have let him fuck her. Hell, she would have demanded that he fuck her.

The little girl placed her right hand back on her pussy. Her teasing was through.

It was time to make herself come. She touched her clit directly for the very first time with her right forefinger.

She touched her clit as lightly as she possibly could and she pulled her finger away from the magic spot almost immediately.

She sought and she found the most subtle clitoral caress. She knew that she didn't have to touch her little man in the boat very hard, not very hard at all.

After all, it was the most sensitive part of her entire body. She was startled by the intensity of the sensation her subtle clitoral caress spawned. The little girl could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting from her pussy to the base of her spine. She could feel that lightning bolt of sexual joy moving rapidly from her tailbone to the base of her skull where it paused and retreated rather than exploding into the gray matter of her brain as orgasmic pleasure would have. Still, she could tell that she was not going to have to touch her clit for very long to make the bombs go off in her loins, bombs of pleasure, bombs more intense than anything the little girl's imagination would have previously been able to conjure.

She touched her clit once again, just as lightly as before, and just as briefly as well.

She felt a second lightning bolt of pleasure course through her body, and the little girl was thrilled to discover that this rush of pleasure was even more intense than the first. She touched her clit with the fleshy part of her fingertip, always pulling her finger away from the fiery bulb at the top of her super-swollen poontang slash before her pleasure had an opportunity to become orgasmic. She was breathing so hard that she was hardly breathing at all.

Her face was red.

Her body was wet.

Her facial features were contorting with the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment. He eyes were closed so tightly that her eyelids were wrinkled. There were premature crows feet forming at the comers of her eyes. Her usually smooth forehead was now deeply furrowed with her sexual tension. Her little nose was moving up and down so that she looked for all the world like a bunny rabbit curiously sniffing at a patch of green clover.