Anonymous: Wet Desires

As she looked at the hole opening and closing in that fashion she almost laughed, because she could not help but think that the nether mouth looked as if it were attempting, in vain of course, to sing aloud with its intense desire.

The little girl could see that the shaft of the man's cock was only slightly skinnier than the head. She could see that the stalk of his pecker was also a slightly lighter shade of purple than the bulbous glans.

But it was just as hard.

As hard as rock.

Granite.

Marble.

Yes, that's what it was. His cock was as hard as a pillar of marble, such as those used to support the White House facade.

The little girl could see that the entire length of the man's cock was bobbing up and down as if it were attached to his loins at the base by a tightly-sprung hinge. She could see that the tip of the man's awesome member was snapping upward higher and higher toward his flat and tightly muscled tummy.

She could see that the very tip of the man's tool of masculinity was aiming for a spot several inches above his bellybutton, giving the reader a concrete image of just how long that dong was.

The little girl pulled her long strawberry blonde hair out of her face, over the tops of her tiny ears and back of her shoulders, so it would not get in her way as she was orally pleasuring the man.

The little girl could see that the underside of the man's cock, the part of his dick of which she got the best view, was lined with a series of dilated blue veins. The veins bulged from the otherwise smooth surface of his cock and made his prick look gnarled.

Craggy.

Angry.

The little girl certainly thought that the man's cock looked more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making. Still, there was something about that appealed to the little girl.

She could tell that her cunt was aching worse than it would have been if the man's cock had popped out of his trousers perfectly smooth all over. Yes, there was something about the contrast in textures, the smooth of his glans and the roughness of his cock, that appealed to the little girl a great deal.

She then noticed that there was one vein that was a good deal longer and thicker than the others. She figured that this was the main vein.

The little girl could tell that this was the perfect vein to determine her tongue tip's route from the base to the top of his pecker's stalk when she got to that phase in her oral love-making. She then lowered her eyes arid found herself looking at the sack that held the man's bails.

The little girl could tell right away that the man's scrotal sack, like his cock, was a hell of a lot bigger than she thought it would be.

She could see that his balls were the size of golf balls, and they were shaped just like chicken eggs.

Those nuts were resting heavily at the base of the man's scrotal sack. The sack itself appeared to be filled to the brim with come. Judging just from the looks of that sack the little girl would have thought that the man had not ejaculated in at least a month, but something in the back of her head told her that that was probably not the case.

She could tell that the shaft of the man's cock was so thick that there was no way her fingers would make it all the way around her girth, at least not without the help of her long fingernails. She could, by the same token, tell that his scrotum was so huge that she couldn't possibly fit it in the palm of her hand all at one time, no matter how far she stretched her palm or parted her fingers.

She could see that there was a thick patch of hair growing all around the base of his cock, and she could see that there were even short and curly hairs growing directly out of his scrotal sack.

She then lowered her head and began to stroke his muscular inner thighs with her tingling lips. Mr. Busto could tell right away that she was going to be good at this.

"Oh baby, that feels great," Mr. Busto said. "I hope I catch you smoking in the girls room more frequently."

Pig, the little girl thought silently.

"That's it. Work on the thighs. Work up and down the thighs. Kiss. Lick. Bite a little bit. Ahhhhhhhhh, oh that's good. That's soooo good. Keep it up. Work your mouth up toward my balls, YES."

She parted her fleshy red lips and allowed her tongue to protrude as far as she could possibly get it. She concentrated for a moment or two on making the tip of her tongue as pointy as possible. She then placed the tip of her tongue on the underside of his scrotal sack and she began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly.

The little girl heard the man moan and gasp. She could tell that the man's cock was going to only get in her way, with all of the bobbing up and down it was doing, while she was trying to pleasure his balls with her mouth.

Something had to be done.

Martha knew what.

She pulled her tongue away from the underside of his balls for a moment and reached up with her right hand. She arched her dainty fingers at the knuckles so that her long fingernails wouldn't get in the way. She placed the tips of her fingers on the underside of his cock shaft and pushed upward, not stopping until the head of his cock was pinned securely on Mr. Busto's tummy, several inches above the aforementioned bellybutton.

"You sure you have never done this before?" Mr. Busto asked.

"Positive. I wouldn't lie about a thing like that."

"You sure are good at this. I can tell," he said.

"Beginner's luck, I guess, Mr. Busto," she replied.

"No, no, no, no, I think it is more than that," he said.

"What is it, Mr. Busto?" the strawberry blonde queried.

"I think you display a NATURAL sensuality, Martha," he said.

"Far out. I practice, I guess, when I am alone," she said.

"Is that what you were doing in the girls room?" he asked.

"Why… yes, I guess so, Mr. Busto. Why do you ask?"

"I could hardly miss the scent of pussy on your fingers."

"No, I guess not, it is rather pungent, huh?" she said.

The little girl masked her embarrassment and once again began to flick the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the base of his balls. She ran her right fingertips up and down the underside of his cock shaft, and pleasured his awesome meatloaf in this fashion.

"I like the way your fingers smell, Martha, and I LOVE the way your tongue feels on my balls," Mr. Busto exclaimed. He was standing with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. His shoulders were back and his chin was tilted upward. His eyes were lowered so that he was looking downward past his nose toward the little girl's head.

Her licking became more eager.

More enthusiastic.

"Oh God, that feels so good, Martha. You are making me so hot, so fucking hot," he said.

She began to lap at his balls with the flat part of her tongue. She lifted and lowered his balls gently with the coated part of her bold and curious taster.

She didn't stop lapping happily at the man's scrotum until the entire wrinkled and hairy sack was covered with her slippery and shiny saliva. Her spittle was dripping from his balls.

The little girl could feel her salivary gland working overtime as she went down on a man and gave a man head for the very first time in her life.

Her mouth was watering and the little girl had discovered for some time that she had to swallow more frequently than usual just to keep herself from drooling.

The little girl could taste his balls all salty and she could actually feel his super-swollen testicles at times throbbing against her tongue, right through the vein-filled and hairy skin covering his twin glands of masculinity.

The little girl pulled her head away and waited for further instructions. Her eyes were wide and sincere as she looked up at the man. Mr. Busto could almost imagine the halo hovering over the girl's head. He could see that there was a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of the little girl's se. He could see that her lips were wet and reddened and slightly puffy.