Anonymous: Wet Desires

She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils once again. She knew that it wouldn't be long before this was a necessity.

Her mouth was soon going to be full. Yes, her mouth was soon going to be chock full, filled to the brim, with the Dean of Discipline's cock meat.

The little girl concentrated on keeping her lips curled over her teeth so that she would not risk biting the man's cock when she sucked him off.

Martha Maidier then dropped her jaw and she allowed her mouth to fall gaping open. Her mouth opened so far that the skin at the corners of her lips was stretched taut.

Her jaw dropped so low that it threatened to lock in the open position. She could feel an ache starting in her jaw almost immediately because it was open so far.

She knew that she was going to have to thrust her personal discomfort into the back of her head.

Martha knew that she was going to have to push the pain in her face as far away from her stream-of-consciousness as she could get it so that she would be able to dedicate one-hundred percent of her attention on the pleasure she was giving. She reached up with her right hand and made a fist around the base of the man's cock shaft.

The little strawberry blonde discovered that she had been correct earlier when she assumed that her fingers would not make it all the way around the shaft of his prick without the help of her long fingernails.

Martha just LOVED the way the shaft of the man's cock felt as it throbbed intensely against her right palm and the insides of her right fingers. She squeezed his cock rhythmically. She was squeezing and his cock and at his balls in sync with one another.

"Suck," the man said.

She heard him.

She pushed forward with her face and used her right fist to guide his cock head right into her mouth. There were times when she was squeezing at his awesomely hard pole with her right fist so hard that each and every one of her knuckles turned white.

The little girl could feel the corners of her mouth stretching back further than before, and she would not have thought that was possible unless she had experienced it for herself.

She managed to keep her teeth off of the head of his cock as it slipped into her mouth, and this, all by itself, was quite an accomplishment.

"Suck," the man said.

She did.

She sucked.

She sucked hard.

There was nothing cute or subtle about the way the little girl sucked, as there had been a few moments earlier when she was sucking at his balls.

Martha Maidier created an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity and hollowed her cheeks deeply. She wanted to suck the come right out of his balls and out through the little hole at the tip of his pecker. She could feel the head of the man's cock throbbing against her tongue and the mucous membranes at the insides of her cheeks. She loved the way that felt. She knew that it wouldn't be very long now before she would discover for the first time in her life what a man's come tasted like.

A little voice in the back of the little girl's head told her that the man's' come was going to taste wonderful. Her sixth sense, her womanly intuition, told her that Mr. Busto's come was going to taste better than anything she had ever taste before.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, so gooooood," Mr. Busto said. His lower torso was jerking. The little girl discovered that she had to be more agile than ever with her head and shoulders if she wanted to keep the man from shoving the entire length of his cock right down her virginal throat.

She wanted to respond but she knew that it would be a mistake to stop sucking, even if it were for just an instant. She didn't want to tease him. She wanted him to shoot his wad into her sucking mouth as quickly as she could. She began to pump up and down on the shaft of his cock as she sucked.

The little girl had read, somewhere along the line while researching sex, her favorite subject, that a man's come was almost one-hundred percent protein. This was good news as far as the strawberry blonde was concerned. She knew that it was actually healthy and good for her to drink down Mr. Busto's jism.

It would be like being fed a hot meal. The little girl did not know that there were many women in the world who would not swallow the come of their lovers. If she had known this, however, Martha would have thought that those women were fools.

The little girl could hear the man's exclamations of pleasure getting steadily louder and higher in pitch. She could tell that the muscles in Mr. Busto's neck were tensed. Those tensed muscles were squeezing at the man's voice box and altering the product of his vocal cords.

She could tell that they were in the homestretch of the blow job. They were coming around the final turn and they were headed for the wire.

"Martha baby, you are going to make me come. You are going to make me come so fucking hard, so fucking hard. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, baby, you are going to suck the spunk right out of my cock. I want to come. I want to come so fucking bad. Make me come. Make me come right into your sucking mouth."

The little girl could feel the shaft of the man's cock becoming more urgently erect against her tightly curled right fingers and the inside of her palm.

The strawberry blonde virgin could feel the head of his cock swelling even larger than before. She could feel even more hot blood than before pumping into the awesome crown of the man's lance, and still the head of his cock did not explode. The little girl discovered that this was just another one of many things that she would not have believed possible unless she had experienced it for herself.

"Ccccoooommmmininnnngggg," the man screamed.

The little girl could feel the man's cock starting to spasm, starting to convulse wildly, inside-her gaping mouth.

All of the man's muscles tensed up on him and he began to shiver. His facial features were contorting wildly. His face was very red. His lips were stretched back over his front teeth so that his facial expression had contorted itself into a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace.

The little girl heard the man scream again. This time he spoke no intelligible words.

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh," Mr. Busto called out at the top of his lungs, tossing his head from side to side as if he were saying "no" over and over again.

The little girl was smart enough to realize that the huge man meant precisely the opposite with that reckless tossing of his head. She feared he would hurt his neck, his super-thick neck, if he kept it up for too long.

There was nothing remotely human about the sound that Mr. Busto made at that moment. His cry of absolute pleasure was unadulteratedly animalistic.

He began to shoot his wad.

His volcano erupted.

His molten lava began to flow.

It didn't take the pretty little teenaged virgin very long at all to realize that the man was going to shoot a hell of a lot more semen into her mouth than she had been anticipating.

She could tell right away that there was no way she was going to be able to hold all of the man's come inside her mouth.

But she was sure as hell going to try to keep it all inside. She puffed out her cheeks so that they were bloated outward with come and air. She made herself look, as if she had magically and suddenly developed a severe case of the mumps. She made herself look like a squirrel that was storing nuts in her pouches. She began to swallow immediately and very hard. But she still couldn't hold all of the man's steamy silver seed inside her struggling oral cavity.

Her mouth was too small.

There was too much come.

The little girl could feel the come oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth. She could feel the jism dribbling thickly and hotly down onto her chin. Some of the come was going to remain on her chin where it would cool and coagulate with its exposure to the fresh air. Some of the come dripped right off the tip of the little girl's tiny chin, so that it landed, plop, plop, plop, onto the inside of her left wrist.