Anonymous: Wet Desires

"That is a right of every American adult," he-said.

"I'm not an adult," Martha said, her face feeling hot.

"No. And this is not America. This is Norton High."

"Are you going to kick me out of school, Mr. Busto?"

"That's up to you, sweetheart," he said, in a slimy voice.

"How do I avoid getting kicked out of school Mr. Busto?"

"You merely have to be mine for the next few minutes."

"Be yours?" Martha queried, tilting her head slightly to one side, raising a single eyebrow into a strawberry blonde arch.

"I want you to service me darling, service me as a woman services a man," Mr. Busto replied giving the pretty virgin a toothy grin mat mad her skin crawl a little bit. She had seen that look before. She could tell that Mean Mr. Busto was a dirty old man.

"I don't have the slightest idea WHAT you as talking about, Mr. Busto," Martha said her void ripe with indignant intonations.

"I want you to give me a blow job," Mr. Busto said. He tried to act nonchalant. He tried to be matter-of-fact about his clearly lecherous proposal.

"And if I don't?"

"You're expelled."

"Simple as that?"

"Simple as that."

"I guess I'll do it."

"I knew you would see things my way."

"I don't think I had much of a choice."

"Getting expelled is an ugly thing,"

"What would Mommy and daddy think?"

"There you go, You made the right choice, Martha."

"Uhhhh, there's something you should know, Mr. Busto."

"What's that, my little precious?"

"I've never given a blow job before." Martha confessed.

"Well, you are the precious little one." Mr. Busto said.

"I don't have to enjoy myself, do I?" Martha inquired.

"Desirable but not obligatory." the Dean of Discipline said.

"I don't think this is going to be much fun," she said.

"It isn't the worst of punishments, you know. I could spank you with my paddle, if you like. I could paddle your bare little fanny if you want me to." Mr. Busto said, sounding as if he were about to drool and slobber at any second.

"I still don't think that makes it FUN," Martha replied.

"That's because I have not shown you my cock yet, Martha."

"Gosh, Mr. Busto, I've never seen a dick before!"

"Never?"

"Uh uh," Martha said, shaking her head from side to side, with the beginnings of a smile appearing at the comers of her lips. She could feel the ache returning to her pussy, in spite of the fact that her fear had not subsided that much.

"Well, my cock is SPECIAL, Martha," Mr. Busto said. He stood up. Martha could see that there was a big bulge in the crotch of Mr. Busto's suit trousers.

Martha could tell that Mr. Busto was hung like a horse.

His hands went for his black leather belt. His elbows pushed his unbuttoned suit jacket open.

He had his hands clutching that black leather-strap on either side of his brass belt buckle.

The man then used thick and long, yet nimble-, fingers to unbuckle that belt buckle. He unbuttoned the single button and unsnapped the single snap that kept the top of his trousers fastened.

The little girl could feel herself starting to pant.

Martha could feel her pussy swelling and getting wet once again.

Martha could feel her tits heaving up and down inside her tight button-up blouse. Her tits felt and looked as if they wanted to get the hell out of that blouse.

"Kneel before me."

"Yes, Mr. Busto."

"Be gentle."

"I'll try."

"Do your best."

"I will."

"That's all I can ask of you, Martha," he said.

"I've thought about this moment a lot," Martha said.

"Is it anything like your fantasy, sweetheart?"

"No," she said, "I always thought there would be AFFECTION involved."

"That's because you are a foolish youngster," he said.

Mr. Busto pushed his fingers under the top of his trousers. He pushed his fingers inside his pants until his fingertips were inside the elastic at the top of his underwear as well. He then pulled down his pants and his underwear at the same time and his cock came popping out of his pants like some kind of horny jack in the box and the little girl's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her pupils and irises.

"Oh my."

"What is the matter?"

"Your cock."

"What about it?"

"It is huge."

"Yes."

"Humongous."

"I'm proud of it."

"It is a log."

"Pleasure me, Martha, pleasure me with your mouth."

Martha dropped to her knees before him, and she suddenly felt as if she were praying for her new god… The blasphemy of this thought made her flush in the cheeks. She could feel her clitoris poking its pink head out from under her clitoral foreskin as her horiness continued to grow. Her nipples were pressing pebble-like bumps in the front of her button-up blouse because they were so hard and erect with her feminine sexual arousal.

She could see that Mr. Busto's cock was easily ten inches long, but the truth of the matter was that it was not the length of his prick that boggled the strawberry blonde's mind most of ail. It was the thickness of his cock that really got to the little girl.

She could see that Mr. Busto's cock was easily thicker than one of her wrists. She could tell that it was close to being as thick as both of her wrists pressed together. Of course, the little girl had very slender wrists.

She could tell that his cock was thickest at the head. His dick was shaped like the cap of a mushroom at the bulbous head. Mr. Busto's thoroughly engorged glans was a deep purple color and it reminded the little girl of a ripe plum. She thought that the head of his dick looked like an over-sized acorn, the type from which mighty oak trees grow.

She couldn't imagine anything like that EVER fitting inside her tiny fifteen year old cunt.

She was even having trouble imagining something the size of Mr. Busto's tool of masculinity fitting inside her mouth. She wasn't sure that her jaw would open that wide.

It was going to be a tight fit, that much was for sure.

"I hope I can get my mouth open far enough," she said.

"I think you will, if you WANT to badly enough," he said.

"I want to. I'm out of school if I don't," Martha said.

"You are a smart girl, Martha," Mr. Busto said.

"You h-h-h-h-h-have to t-t-t-tell me what to d-d-d-do."

"Why don't you let your instincts guide you?" he asked.

"My instincts are telling me to run, Mr. Busto," she said.

"None of that. Why don't you start with my inner thighs."

"Would it be okay if I just stared at your cock for awhile?"

"Well… okay, but not for too long," the man said.

She could see that the skin covering the head of his cock was stretched thin and smooth by that bulbous glans thorough engorgement.

The little girl could see that no more blood could fit inside the head of Mr. Busto's awesome cock.

The little girl figured that the head of the dean of discipline's cock would surely blow up if any more blood tried to pump its way inside.

The little girl could not remember ever seeing anything quite as smooth as the skin covering the head of Mr. Busto's cock.

The strawberry blonde teenager couldn't wait to find out if that stretched skin was going to feel as smooth as it looked on her tastebuds.

Even the little girl's tastebuds felt erect with her arousal. Even her tastebuds were feeling horny as she stared for the first time at a full-fledged boner.

The little girl found herself looking at the little hole at the very tip of the man's pecker. She was smart enough to know that this was the hole from which both his silver seed and his golden urine emerged. The little girl could see that there were swollen lips on either side of the piss hole. She thought that those swollen lips made Mr. Busto's urethra look like a tiny nether mouth. Then the strawberry blonde teenager noticed that the hole was opening and closing anxiously and rhythmically from the tiny spasms the man was experiencing down there.