Anonymous - Wet Desires

"Suck."

"Your cock?"

"My balls."

"Hard?"

"Soft."

"Okay."

"You could hurt me if you suck too hard, Martha. You could hurt me severely. You have to treat a man's balls very, very gently at ail times, for they are very easily crushed. You have to remember that you should always treat a man's balls as if they were eggs."

"Gosh, Mr. Busto, the very LAST THING in the whole wide world I would want to do right now is cause you even the slightest twinge of pain," the little girl said, in her most sincere voice. Her fear had made the little girl's voice rise in pitch, and this made her sound very young, even younger than she really was.

The little girl concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft.

She curled her lips over her perfectly straight and pearly white teeth so that she would not risk inadvertently biting the man's balls as she sucked him. She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose. She could feel her nostrils flaring accordingly. She then wrapped her tips around the man's right testicle and she began to suck.

The little girl sucked nowhere near as hard as she possibly could.

She sucked with a subtle vacuum inside her oral cavity, and Martha hollowed her cheeks slightly.

The little girl kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times so that she was sucking and licking at the man's balls simultaneously. The little girl heard the man moan and she could tell that he was no longer able to keep his masculinity slender lower torso still.

He writhed, and his hips gyrated. The little girl could tell that she was going to have to be increasingly agile with her head and shoulders if she hoped to keep her mouth and her tongue precisely where she wanted them at all times. "Feels so good," Mr. Busto said, clenching his back teeth together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding.

The little girl sucked at that nut for a long time, and the man could feel his masculine arousal rising rapidly toward the saturation point, toward the point of ejaculatory inevitability. The little girl could tell just by the animalistic sounds the huge man was making down inside his gullet that she was not to have to suck him for very long to make him come.

The little girl pulled her mouth off of his scrotal sack for a moment just so she could catch her breath a little bit.

"Don't stop."

"Other nut?"

"Oh yes."

"Okie-dokie."

Martha placed the pointy tip of her tongue on the underside of the man's cock shaft and began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly.

The little girl reached up with her left hand, turning her palm toward the ceiling. She placed her fingertips at the underside of the man's scrotal sack and wiggled them.

The little girl fondled the man's testicles in this manner. She bobbed his balls up and down as if she were trying to determine how much they weighed.

They were heavy. Very heavy.

She then opened her left fingers and pushed her left palm under the wrinkled sack that held the man's balls.

In this manner the little girl verified her earlier assumption that there was no way the man's entire scrotal sack would fit in her palm at once.

She began to squeeze at the man's swollen nuts. The little girl squeezed both sensuously and rhythmically. She squeezed in sync with the man's racing heartbeat. In this manner the little girl simulated the natural throbbing the Dean of Discipline was experiencing in his balls.

She straightened her back and she began to lick upward, toward the tip of his cock. She followed the longest and thickest vein, just as she had earlier decided to do.

The little girl licked upward very slowly and patiently. She licked upward a mere fraction of an inch at a time, a mere millimeter at a time.

Mr. Busto thought it was going to take the little girl forever to get her tongue tip onto his glans. The little girl paused when she got to a fleshy patch just below the man's awesome, thick cock head.

The man's entire body jerked when she licked that spot. She could tell that he was hypersensitive at that spot.

The little girl could tell that this was a magic spot, a super-erogenous spot.

The spot was directly below the split in the underside of the man's cock head, the groove that made the crown of his lance greatly resemble a ripe plum.

Then the little girl ran the pointy tip of her tongue right up the underside of his cock head, and she didn't stop until her tongue tip was on the little hole at the very tip of his pecker.

The little girl loosened the pressure on the underside of his cock shaft with her arched right fingers. She loosened the pressure just enough for the head of his cock to come away from his button-up shirt about an inch.

This gave the little girl room to get at his entire cock head with her tongue. The little girl flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the swollen lips astride the man's urethra.

"Oh, you have no idea how good that feels," the man said, spitting out his words in between desperate gasps for air.

He spit out his words as if he were getting rid of so many watermelon seeds. The little girl used the sides of her tongue to lave the stretched skin covering the head of the man's cock, She was pleased to discover that the skin on the crown of the man's awesome lance felt every bit as smooth on the little girl's sexually aroused tastebuds as it had originally looked.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the huge man exclaimed. The little girl could feel his cock shaft throbbing against her right fingertips with a greater urgency than before.

The little girl didn't stop laving sensuously at the head of the man's cock until the entire bulbous glans was covered with a thin layer of her spittle.

The little girl then licked up and down the entire length of his cock shaft, up and down, up and down, just as if she were pretending in her mind that his mind-bogglingly large dick were an all-day sucker.

The little girl then removed her right fingertips from the underside of his cock shaft and allowed the tip of his pecker to snap downward, away from his flat belly.

The little girl had to pull back sharply with her head and her shoulders at that moment, just to avoid being slapped in the face by the man's rock-hard cock meat.

She held onto his.balls a little more firmly than before with her left hand, but still nowhere near hard enough to risk hurting him in any way.

She had been wrong before.

She was having fun.

She was enjoying herself.

She was having the time of her life, as a matter of fact.

"Do you know what time it is now, Martha?" he asked.

"Time to suck on your cock, Mr. Busto?" she inquired.

"Smart girl. You had better open up wide," he said.

"I'll give it my best shot," the little girl said. There was a trembling in her voice.

It was obvious that the little girl was extremely nervous.

"I know you will, sweetheart. I know you will," Mr. Busto said. He placed his hands at the sides of his waist. He bent slightly at the knees and he arched his back.

Mr. Busto postured himself so that his loins, and therefore his super-aroused cock and balls, were out in front of the rest of his body.

She loved that body.

What a hunky body.

She loved his cock.

So huge.

The little girl concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her jaw. She wondered if she really were about to open her mouth further than she had ever opened it before.

The little girl remembered sitting in the dentist's chair when she was thirteen and she had to have a cavity filled in her right rear molar. She had thought at that time that her mouth was propped open as far as it could possibly go. Could she have been wrong?

Martha couldn't help but wonder.