Anonymous - Wet Desires

The little girl was sprawled on top of her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about becoming a woman. Things were changing quickly for Martha.

She felt as if she were getting a little bit hornier every day. She didn't know what to do about it, either. She had been raised a strict Catholic, taught that having sex before marriage was a sin that would make her burn in hell forever.

Something was wrong.

She couldn't believe that anyone wanted her to suffer this way. She sprawled on her bed and sighed. The ache between her legs was terrible. This was one of those nights when she couldn't seem to think of anything but boys and sex and how much she needed to get fucked.

Martha was only fifteen years old and she would have been the first to admit that she didn't know very much.about life. Martha was a virgin in every sense of the word. She had never even been kissed passionately. She had never been on a date. The little girl had no idea what a come felt like.

Catholicism was cruel, -but as far as she could tell, sticking to the rules she had learned was the only way to spend eternity in heaven after she died. Martha's confusion had been enhanced by a book she had read only the previous week. The book told her that it was okay to masturbate. Indeed, the book had told her that it was NORMAL to jerk off, that EVERYONE did it. She had spent a lot of lonely nights in her room staring at her ceiling being an insomniac because of her lust that would not go away. She had been taught by her Mommy that touching herself in an impure manner would cause hah- to sprout from the palms of her hands.

She had been taught that jerking off would make her come down with a terminal case of acne, or that it would make her sterile so that she could never make babies. Now she had read a book that said that all of these axioms were lies, indeed, that they were lies told to Martha by her very own mother.

Her body was certainly telling her that it was okay to touch herself. It would take courage, but she knew she could do it. For the very first time in her life she was going to sin on purpose. She was going to willingly touch herself in an impure manner and she wasn't going to stop until she had given herself her very first orgasm.

Martha figured it was high time she found out what all of the fuss was about.

She had stripped herself naked and she was thinking about the ache between her legs. The pretty little virgin could feel her horniness getting a little bit worse with each passing second.

The little girl could feel the hot blood of her youthful feminine arousal pumping downward in her body, and she could tell that each and every drop of that blood was headed for the pink delta between her finely tapered thighs.

The little girl could feel her pussy getting a little more swollen with each passing second. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before all of the hypersensitive mucous membranes in between her legs were thoroughly engorged with that hot blood.

The pretty little virgin could feel the little glands inside her pussy starting to secrete her natural lubrication, indeed, it felt as if the inner walls of her hot teenaged cunt were sweating. Her pussy was moist, but Martha could tell that it was not going to stay moist for very long. She could tell that soon her pussy was going to be more than just moist, more than just damp. Soon, she knew, her pussy was going to be soaking wet.

The little girl was stretched out on her back. She then rolled over on her side and placed both of her pillows on top of one another. Her pillows were made of foam rubber and her pillowcases were white with lace edges. She punched her top foam rubber pillow with a tightly clenched right fist to make an indentation for the back of her head. She had her femininely shapely legs stretched out toward the foot of the bed. Her knees were locked in the straight position and her knees and ankles were very close together. Martha had a sneaking suspicion that her legs were not going to stay together for very long.

Her breasts were firm.

Plump.

Pert.

Perky.

The little girl's tits were so firm, as a matter of fact, that they didn't flatten at all, in spite of the fact that she was on her back and the force of gravity was directly against them. Her nipples were hard and erect.

Her entire body felt as if it were tingling desire. Each and every one of her nerve-endings began to feel as if they were intrinsically connected to those inside her pussy. She could feel the flesh of her pussy starting to crawl around in between her slender thighs just as if it had magically and suddenly developed a mind of its own.

The little girl could feel her inner cunt lips opening and closing rhythmically as if they wanted to suck something right up inside between them, like a man's rock-hard boner for example.

The little girl could feel her clitoris swelling, just like the rest of her cunt.

The little girl could feel her clitoris, the center of her womanly pleasure, growing into a fiery bulb. As her clit grew it began to push its pink head out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covered it. The little girl could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed up and out of the way by her bulging little man in the boat. She could feel her clit becoming increasingly sensitive as it grew. She could tell that it would not be very long at all before her clit was practically DEMANDING to be touched. She could feel her inner thighs getting hot. She could feel a pressure, an ache, in her loins-, and she knew that that ache was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it went away.

She began to touch herself. She could feel her horniness having an effect on her respiratory system. Martha could feel her breaths getting steadily shorter and close together. She was panting, panting just like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become.

She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before she would sound and feel as if she were purposefully attempting to hyperventilate herself, She began touching her own breasts.

She realized immediately that touching herself was going to feel even better than she thought it would. She felt like moaning, but she held back. Her Mommy and daddy, after all, were right down the hall, and the very LAST thing the little girl wanted was for her parents to know what she was doing. She knew that she would probably curl up and die of shame if her Mommy and Daddy found out that she was touching herself in an impure manner. She could feel her natural lubrication gathering at the base of her pussy slash, Her cunt juice was accumulating rather rapidly at the mouth of her unused fuckhole, right in between her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.

Her tits felt swollen, but this was merely an illusion created by the little girl's sexually aroused nervous-system.

Only her nipples had grown. Her nipples, at that sexy moment, were like pebbles. Her nipples were like firm rosebuds. Those feminine erections at the tips of her fantastic tits were like arrows indicating the location of Martha's bedroom ceiling.

The little girl stroked her tits delicately with the fleshy part of her fingertips.

Martha stroked up the sides of her tits toward her nipples. She felt her heart start to ache and she could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before her heart would be beating so hard that it would seem for all the world as if it wanted to beat its way right out of her chest. Her panting was worse than ever and her breasts were heaving up and down on her chest as she anxiously sucked air deep into her lungs.