Anonymous
Wet Desires

Chapter 1

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.

She rubbed her nipples with the fleshy part of her fingertips and she could actually feel those feminine erections getting both firmer and larger. She could feel her pussy starting to drool.

Martha could feel her natural lubrication dribbling out of the base of her pussy over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of her cunt and her asshole. She could feel her natural lubrication dribbling slowly over her asshole itself. Martha knew that it wouldn't be very long until the entire crack of her ass was wet and slippery from the aromatic juices that were dribbling from her swollen poontang.

The little girl knew that it wouldn't be very long before her drooling cunt made a wet spot on her dark red bedspread beneath her creamy ass.

Her thighs opened.

Further. Further still. She didn't stop opening her legs until her thighs had been parted to a perfect ninety degree angle.

She placed the balls and the soles of her dainty feet flat on the bed. She raised her knees into the air and stretched the muscles at the insides of her thighs in an attempt to point her knees at opposite walls of her bedroom. She didn't quite make it but she did manage to get her thighs open to an obtuse angle. Her toes were curling under. That, she would learn, always happened when she was feeling acutely horny.

The little girl began to open and close her thighs rapidly, as if she were tying to fan the already raging flame in her cunt.

The little girl could smell herself. Martha could smell the scent of her woman hood wafting from between her legs up toward her flaring nostrils. She liked the smell of her pussy.

It was the smell of lust. It was a womanly smell.

She smelled a little fishy, but that was okay with Martha. She LIKED fish!

The little girl got each of her breasts' feminine erections in between her thumbs and forefingers. She pinched at her nipples lightly. The little girl could feel ripples of sexual pleasure rolling up and down the entire length of her backbone, all the way from her tailbone to the base of her skull and back again.

As the little girl touched herself she found that it was increasingly difficult to keep her lower body still. He hips wanted to writhe.

Her hips wanted to gyrate.

She had ants in her pants.

Her loins wanted to move in slow sensuous circles. Indeed, her loins sometimes felt as if they wanted to violently buck upward toward the ceiling of the little girl's bedroom.

Martha pinched her nipples a little more firmly before, slightly flattening them in between the tips of her thumbs and forefingers. She pinched so hard that she felt a little pain mixed with her pleasure. But she didn't mind. It was intrinsically sexual pain, just as the pain of having her cherry popped would be, and she discovered that her brain was translating the sensations into pleasure for he. She tugged at both of her super-erect nipples simultaneously. She tugged until the skin all around each nipple was stretched as taut as cellophane. She pulled at both of her feminine erections until both of her tits looked a good deal pointier than usual, and that was saying something, because both of her tits were pointy to begin with.

She released her grip on her nipples and allowed them to snap back into place. She then placed the palms of he hands over her tits, positioning he hands so her nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of her slightly cupped palms.

She opened her fingers as far as she could get them and made a vain attempt at clutching her creamy and firm breast flesh in its entirety. But this was impossible. Her tits were too big.

Her hands were too small.

She squeezed what she could, however, squeezing hard enough to pucker her tit flesh a little bit with the tips of her dainty fingers.

She began to move her tits in slow sensuous circles. She pushed her tits upward toward her neck.

She pushed her tits downward toward her slightly protruding rib-cage. She pulled her tits apart so that the skin between them was stretched taut. Then the little girl pushed her tits together firmly so that her knockers were.slightly flattened on their insides and the cleavage between them was extraordinary long and deep.

She released her grip on her tits. She stroked her belly.

Her abdomen.

Her loins.

Her soft underbelly.

She moved her hands to the inside of her thighs. It felt GOOD to sin, she discovered. She had a suspicion that the priests and the nuns had warned her against touching her private parts because they knew how good it could feel. Martha felt as if she had discovered a brand new toy, and she knew that now she would never want to stop playing with it.

She sighed.

She moaned.

She tried to remain completely silent, but she soon discovered that this was impossible. She knew that it was going to become increasing difficult to stifle the exclamation's of pleasure that were welling up within her. She could tell that she was already making a wet spot on the bedspread. She knew that that wet spot was going to get a little bit bigger with each passing second, and that it was not going to stop growing until her masturbatory session was ended.

She sighed.

She felt dizzy.

She was starting to understand what it was to be a woman.

The little girl stroked up and down the insides of he thighs with the tips of her long fingernails. Then she caressed her inner thighs with the fleshy part of her fingertips. She allowed he fingertips to roam from her bent and outwardly turned knees to the tops of her inner thighs a fraction of an inch-on either side from the sides of her vulva. She allowed her fingertips to come as close as she possibly could to her cunt with making direct contact with those hypersensitive and super-erogenous mucous membranes.

She teased herself.

She instinctively knew that the intensity of her inevitable orgasm would be enhanced by this teasing. She knew that the longer she took to build her feminine sexual arousal up to the saturation point, the better it was going to feel when all of that sexy womanly tension was released simultaneously in the form of an orgasm.

She stroked up and down the insides of her thighs several times before she allowed herself to actually touch her cunt. She could tell that her sense of time and space were being severely altered by the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment. She was so horny that she was only vaguely aware of where she was. Her sense of time was being elongated by her lust. Each second was stretched so that it felt like a minute and each minute was elongated so that it felt like an hour. Martha could tell that her orgasm, when she finally got around to having it, would feel as if it were going to go on forever.

Martha shifted the weight of her lower torso to the small of he back.

She rolled her ass cheeks up off the bedspread a little bit. She was resting on the Y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of her ass.

This moved her pussy upward, making it easier for Martha to get at it with her suddenly bold and curious fingertips.

She placed the tip of her right forefinger on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of her pussy and her asshole. She could tell that her cunt's tissues were going to be nice and slippery and that her fingertip was going to GLIDE over those tissues with ease.

Her nostrils were flaring.

Her lips were parted.

She moistened her sensuous lips with the tip of her tongue.

Her face felt very hot, and the little girl could tell that she was turning as red as a beet because of the intensity of her horniness. She had long passed the point where she was hornier than she had eve been before. She was feeling hornier at this moment than she would have thought possibly unless she had experienced it for herself.

She stroked up and down the outermost portions of her vulva. She touched her outer cunt lips, up and down the entire length of her super-swollen poontang gash.

The little girl allowed her fingertip to come within a fraction of an inch of her clit without actually touching it. She could tell instinctively that she could make herself orgasm very quickly if she put her finger right on her love button and began to diddle herself. But that was not what the little girl had in mind. That was not what the virginal teenage had in mind at all. She was determined to keep her willpower strong. She was determined to touch all of the nooks and crannies of her cunt before she allowed herself to touch the most sensitive spot of all, the magic spot at the very top of her cunt slash. Her clit, by this time was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of he feminine arousal, just like the rest of her cunt. Her little man in the boat had grown so large that it looked more like the head of a baby boy's cock than like the center of a little girl's desire.

She gasped.

She writhed.

She could feel her loins jerking upward wildly.

She could feel various muscles in her lovely little body tensing up on her involuntarily because of the acute nature of her sexual arousal.

Martha could tell that this was a situation that was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. She knew that it wouldn't be long before ALL of the muscles in her diminutive body would be tensed up on her involuntarily because her hot arousal was so close to the saturation point. She couldn't believe how densely the nerve-endings in her cunt were clustered.

She ran the tip of her right forefinger up and down in between her inner and outer cunt lips, once again moving the tip of that delicate digit all the way from the top to the bottom of her twat. She once again allowed her finger to come as close as she could possibly get it to he love button without actually touching it.

Martha ran her fingertip along the protruding and slightly curled back outer edge of her inner cunt lips.

The little girl then pushed the tip of her finger in between her inner cunt lips. She touched her own piss hole with the tip of that bold and curious digit. She was touching herself directly below and less than an inch away from her little man in the boat. Her clit felt like it would explode at any second from the intense internal pressure she was experiencing down there. Indeed, she felt as if her clit were going to come popping right out of her cunt.

Martha wanted to draw her fingertip upward that fraction of an inch so that she co, Id touch her clitoris in an erotic manner for the very first time but again she held back.

She was determined to tease hers if right down to the bitter end. She pushed her finger downward instead of pulling it upward. She kept the tip of her finger in between her inner cunt lips. She hooked her finger under the base of her pubic bone. She wanted to ram her finger way up deep inside her cunt, and she actually stand to do this, but she didn't get very far. She had only penetrated her unused fuck hole about an inch or so, about up to the first knuckle, when she felt something blocking the path to her womb. The little girl knew right away what this was.

Her cherry.

Her intact hymen.

Her precious maidenhead.

Thee was a part of the little girl that wanted to bust right through that thin wall of membrane, the thin wall that had for so very long been the sole guardian of her chastity, just so she could find out how it felt to be touched on the other side.

But there was a bigger part of her that wanted to save her cherry. There was a bigger part of the petty little teenager that wanted to save her cherry and offer it to her husband, or, if her willpower gave out one day, to the man she chose to be her first lover. She couldn't imagine letting a roan actually fuck her if she were not married to him, however. She was quite dogmatic concerning this point.

But, then again, she was only fifteen, and she was getting hornier every day. She knew there was no telling how she would feel concerning sex once she became a full-fledged woman.

She pushed against her hymen until the thin wall of membrane was stretched taut. She then withdrew.

She pulled her finger all the way out of her cunt. Her finger was wet and slippery from her poontang's natural lubrication. She drew that fingertip toward her face. She could see a bead of cunt juice clinging to he fingertip, readying to drip right off. She sniffed at that finger. She drew the scent of her rapidly emerging womanhood deep into her sinuses through her wildly flaring nostrils. She then impulsively popped that finger in her mouth. She sucked it. She licked it. She sucked and licked at her sticky finger simultaneously, and she didn't stop until it was as clean as a whistle, and the only thing making it wet and shiny was the sweet spittle from her panting mouth.

She began to writhe wildly on the bed.

Her body was jerking.

It seemed as if she had to suppress a loud exclamation of pleasure with each and every one of her rapid exhales.

She was sweating.

The hot perspiration of the little girl's sexual exertion was forming a film that completely covered her entire body.

Martha could tell that something wonderful was about to happen inside her body, something so spectacular that her imagination would have been unable to conjure such a thing. She could feel herself losing her ability to think rationally. She knew that if a man had come into her room at that moment she would have let him fuck her. Hell, she would have demanded that he fuck her.

The little girl placed her right hand back on her pussy. Her teasing was through.

It was time to make herself come. She touched her clit directly for the very first time with her right forefinger.

She touched her clit as lightly as she possibly could and she pulled her finger away from the magic spot almost immediately.

She sought and she found the most subtle clitoral caress. She knew that she didn't have to touch her little man in the boat very hard, not very hard at all.

After all, it was the most sensitive part of her entire body. She was startled by the intensity of the sensation her subtle clitoral caress spawned. The little girl could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting from her pussy to the base of her spine. She could feel that lightning bolt of sexual joy moving rapidly from her tailbone to the base of her skull where it paused and retreated rather than exploding into the gray matter of her brain as orgasmic pleasure would have. Still, she could tell that she was not going to have to touch her clit for very long to make the bombs go off in her loins, bombs of pleasure, bombs more intense than anything the little girl's imagination would have previously been able to conjure.

She touched her clit once again, just as lightly as before, and just as briefly as well.

She felt a second lightning bolt of pleasure course through her body, and the little girl was thrilled to discover that this rush of pleasure was even more intense than the first. She touched her clit with the fleshy part of her fingertip, always pulling her finger away from the fiery bulb at the top of her super-swollen poontang slash before her pleasure had an opportunity to become orgasmic. She was breathing so hard that she was hardly breathing at all.

Her face was red.

Her body was wet.

Her facial features were contorting with the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment. He eyes were closed so tightly that her eyelids were wrinkled. There were premature crows feet forming at the comers of her eyes. Her usually smooth forehead was now deeply furrowed with her sexual tension. Her little nose was moving up and down so that she looked for all the world like a bunny rabbit curiously sniffing at a patch of green clover.

Her back teeth were clenched. She was grinding her molars together so hard that the muscles at the sides of her face were protruding. Her jaw ached a bit, but the pretty little teenager hardly noticed.

The slight discomfort in the lower half of her face was next to nothing, all but insignificant, compared to the roaring pleasure she was feeling down below.

In her pussy.

Her quivering quim.

Her oozing cooze.

She knew that she had to make herself come, She feared that she would hurt herself, pull a muscle or something, if she kept herself hovering at the edge of orgasm for any longer. She was teetering at the edge of the cliff, yearning to fall down, down, down, into the dark and bottomless abyss of her womanly ecstasy.

She put her forefinger directly on her clit once again, and this time she kept it there.

The little girl kept the tip of her finger perfectly-still at first. She merely alternated the pressure from gingerly to firm and then back to gingerly once again. Then she began to roll her clit in a slow sensuous circle with her fingertip. She rolled that fiery bulb, that hot pink pea, around as if it were a ball bearing floating in a sea of boiling oil.

She didn't have to do that for very long at all before time, for the pretty little girl, stopped. The bombs went off. The earth moved.

She bit her lip to keep from screaming bloody murder with pleasure. She could feel her flesh melting. She could feel the spasms of pleasure starting at her clit, naturally enough, and spreading outward from there. She could feel the pleasure spreading in ever-increasing concentric circles, just like ripples on a smooth pond interrupted by a tossed pebble. The pleasure spread to fill her vulva. The pleasure spread to fill her entire lower torso…

The pretty little virgin could tell that the pleasure was not going to stop spreading until she was enveloped by it, until each and every one of her sexually-aroused never-endings were going berserk with her joyousness.

Martha could feel the pleasure ripping up her spine toward the base of her skull once again.

This time the pleasure did not stop at the base of her skull. As a matter of fact, this time the pleasure did not even pause at the base of her skull. It exploded directly into her already reeling brain. The little girl could feel a fleshquake in her abdomen. She could feel her orgasm in the tips of her fingers. She could feel her orgasm all the way down to her toes. The little girl felt as light as a feather. She felt lighter than air as if she were out in outer space. She felt as if she were levitating. She felt as if she were drifting upward toward the ceiling of her room, spiraling as she went. The little girl felt as if she could feel the world spinning on its axis, and the bizarre thing was that she felt as if she were spinning in precisely the opposite direction. She felt, oddly yet wonderfully, that her spiritual self and her physical self were separating. She felt as if she were astral-projecting, just like Hindus do when they meditate for long stretches of time.

She felt as if her spiritual self were drifting upward toward the ceiling while her physical self remained on the bed, sweating through her dark red bedspread.

She started out rolling her clit with her fingertip slowly and gently, but the little girl steadily increased both the tempo and the pressure of her fingertip's movements as she went along.

Her cunt spasmed.

Her clit convulsed.

Her inner pussy contracted.

She felt as if she were leaving the real world and entering another. She could tell that her right hand was growing to all wet and sticky from the cunt juices that were spilling from her orgasming cunt by the time she was through. She moved her clitoris in a quick figure eight.

Then Martha began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth across the focal point of her womanly pleasure. She diddled herself. Her face contorted so severely at this point that she didn't even look very much like herself any longer.

She wanted to scream, But she could not scream.

She held her scream inside.

She let out a single grunt.

She was determined to keep her finger on her clit until her orgasm was completely over, and that was precisely what the little girl did.

She had NO idea how long her come lasted. It could have lasted only a matter of seconds or it could have lasted an hour. The little girl had no idea.

Her sense of time was shattered by the intensity of her orgasmic sensations. She was somewhat startled to find that her come ended every bit as abruptly as it had begun.

She could feel the explosions stop and reality slowly drifted back downward into the little girl's brain. Martha could feel her orgasmic ecstasy being replaced by the absolute warmth and contentment of her post-climactic afterglow.

The little girl left her hand in her cunt, in between her opened thighs, for a moment or two after her come was through. It felt at home in there. During the final stages of the little girl's orgasm she had been pressing the back of her head very very hard against her top foam rubber pillow. She had been pressing very hard against the bedspread with the balls and soles of her dainty feet.

She had arched her back and had lifted her tensed ass cheeks way up in the air as she thrust her femininely sloped loins toward the ceiling of her bedroom. Indeed, the little girl arched herself so that she resembled a bow that was about to shoot an arrow.

Now that her come was through all of her muscles were relaxed. Very relaxed.

As a matter of fact there was a part of the virginal teenager that felt as if she were relaxed for the very first time in her life.

The little girl found that, once her orgasm was through, she could once again completely fill her lungs with air. This was a great relief to the little girl, because she had hardly been able to breathe at ail during her orgasm, or during the later stages of her arousal's rise toward saturation. She found that her bloodstream's supply of fresh oxygen was badly depleted by her come, so the diminutive teenager rapidly and busily went about the task of replenishing the supply.

She continued to pant.

But now the virgin's breaths were getting longer and further apart rather than shorter and closer together as they had when she was approaching her sexual career's debut climax.

She knew that she was obsessed.

She knew that she would never be able to stop touching herself now that she knew how good it felt to come. She feared that she would turn into a nymphomaniac or something like that if she didn't do something to stop herself. But what could she do? Nature was simply talking its course, and the little girl believed that anything that felt as good as masturbation could not possibly be the work of the devil, like the priests and the nuns at her church and at her school told her. She knew no hair was going to grow on the palms of her hands. She knew that she was not going to go blind. She knew that she was not going to come down with a terminal case of acne. She knew that she was not going to render herself sterile.

And the pretty little teenager was starting to suspect that she wasn't going to burn in hell for all eternity for touching herself in an impure manner either, especially if she confessed this sin on Saturday in the confessional to Father Hartman.