"Wet Desires" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anonymous)Chapter 2Martha Maidier was a sophomore at Edward L. Norton High School in Collinsville, Pennsylvania, Her father was a mechanic and her mother was the high school librarian. It was the late spring as our story begins, and everyone was a little hornier than usual. Martha was a strawberry blonde, and a petite one at that. She was just about the prettiest thing in all of Norton High, but she was only now beginning to realize this. Martha was beginning to notice the way that boys and men, and even some women, were looking at her. She could see that they desired her. She knew that those leering men wanted to fuck her hot juicy cunt. Martha could tell that those men wanted her to kneel before them so she could suck their rock-hard cocks. Martha thought about this a great deal. She often wondered how it would feel to have a boner throbbing in her mouth. Even more frequently than that, she wondered how a cock would feel pushing deep, deep, deep, into her cunt. Every once in a while she wondered what a cock up inside her asshole, plowing deep in her bowels, would feel like. But she did not wonder this as frequently as she wondered about being taken in the cunt and in the mouth. Martha tried to think only about giving blow jobs, but she found that this was quite impossible. Martha knew that, for a good Catholic girl such as herself, giving blow jobs would be a necessity one day. The pretty little virgin knew that sucking off guys was the only way to save her chastity in the wacky world of teen dating! Martha was in school that Friday afternoon, and, as usual, she was having trouble keeping her mind off getting laid. The little girl spent the whole school day daydreaming about getting fucked and giving long, sensuous blow jobs. The petite maiden could feel her pussy getting quite wet by the middle of the afternoon. She could feel her pussy drooling, making a wet spot on the crotch of her panties. She hated when that happened. The moist cloth always crawled up in between her swollen little cunt lips. That made her pussy feel as if it were suffocating, as if her pussy were desperately in need of air. When that happened Martha Maidier always got this insatiable urge to remove all of her clothes and get nude. It was understandable that the diminutive maiden did not want to get her panties wet when she was in school. By the time the school day was just about through, Martha could feel her chaste honey pot seething. Her panties were soaking wet, and they were crawling deeper and deeper into the cleavage between her labia. Martha had a study hall for her last period that day and half way through she asked the proctor if she could be excused to the girl's room. "Of course," Miss Abercrombie said with a stale smile. "Thank you, Miss Abercrombie," Martha said politely. Martha walked hurriedly down the hall to the girls room. She was dismayed when she found that there were other girls in the rest room. Tough girls. They were smoking cigarettes. Martha moved to the stall furthest from the door. She was wearing a pink button-up blouse and a pair of her tightest jeans. They were designer bluejeans and they were skintight. The boys could see the cleavage between her ass cheeks from the back, and the cleavage between her vaginal lips from the front. Yeah, the boys could see the outline of Martha's juicy cunt lips right through the denim of her designer bluejeans. The boys could see her "burger," as they called it. "Martha's showing burger!" boys like Brutus Bataglia would say behind Martha's back, loud enough for her to hear. The desired effect was lost on Martha, however, as the diminutive strawberry blonde had no idea what burger meant. In the girls' room Martha undid her trousers quickly. The tough girls were talking about beating the shit out of some other tough chick on account of her bad manners and they were using a lot of foul language that made the angelic Martha feel uneasy. "I say we fuck her over." "Yeah, let's fuck her over good." "Let's fuck with her face." "Let's fuck her asshole with a broom." "Sounds good." "After school." "Behind the building." Martha would have liked to have gotten the hell out of there, but the other rest room was all the way on the other side of the school building and Martha's clit felt like it was going to blow up at any second. The little girl let out an almost audible sigh as she peeled down her super-tight designer bluejeans and then pulled down her panties. They were soaked. Her cunt could breathe. At last. The little girl sat down on the John with her knees apart as far as the elastic at the top of her panties would allow. She thrust her fingers down in between her legs. Pussy fingers. They would be all smelly with a tuna-like cunt smell by the time she was through jerking herself off. She pressed the middle finger of her right hand in between her inner cunt lips. She wanted to touch the mouth of her womb so badly she could taste it, but, of course, her cherry was in the way. And that was going to be the way it would remain for some time to come. Martha pressed her finger on her clit. She needed a come bad and then she wanted to get the hell out of that bathroom. Martha did not want to be caught in the company of these girls. Martha pressed her clit against the base of her pubic bone. She pressed her love button with the sexually sensitized and fleshy tip of her digit so hard that she slightly flattened that fiery bulb. Collinsville, Pennsylvania: A community of orgasms. Martha Maidier was only beginning to learn. She could feel the fireworks going off inside her brain as she quickly diddled herself to orgasm. Then all hell broke loose. Everything happened so quickly that, later, Martha's memories of these events would be sketchy. "All right, girls, break it up. Might as well finish them as long as you have them lit," the man's voice said. It was Mr. Busto. Mean Mr. Busto. "Hey, Mr. Busto, we wasn't smoking." "Yeah, this is incense." "Cut the jokes, girls. Let's march. We're going down to my office," the man said in his baritone voice. "Hey, who is that over in the stall?" "Just some girl." "Some wimp sophomore." "Hey, you, get out of there." "I'm going to the bathroom, s-s-s-s-sir," the strawberry blonde said, her face flushed with he post-orgasmic afterglow, her lingers smelly will the herring scent of her poontang. "Hurry up and finish," Mean Mr. Busto said. "But I wasn't smoking," Martha Maidier replied. "Guilty by association. Guilty by association." There were tears in Martha's pretty eyes as she sat in the waiting room, just outside Mr. Busto's office. Mr. Busto, whose first name was reportedly Rocky, was the Dean of Discipline at Norton High. The tough girls went in first. They were expelled from school. No ifs ands or buts. No plea-bargaining. They were out. The seniors among them would not graduate. Even tough girls cry at a time like that. Then it was Martha's turn. Mr. Busto stood in the doorway of his creepy, dark private office, his den of punishment. "Come in. Martha isn't it?" "Yes, Mr. Busto." Martha could feel about a zillion butterflies fluttering around inside her tummy on top of one another. They were fluttering impatiently as if they wanted to get the hell out of there. She could feel her heart pounding as if it wanted to beat its way out of her chest, just like it did when she was about to have an orgasm. Martha felt very self-conscious. She was convinced that everyone in the whole world knew that she was jerking off at the time of the bust. "Martha, please sit in the easy chair," Mr. Busto said. "Thank you very much, sir," Martha replied politely. "You know, of course that you are in very serious trouble." "Yes, sir." "You were in the room. Cigarettes WERE lit." "Yes, sir. Guilt by association," Martha said. "Precisely. "But I am innocent, Mr. Busto," Martha Maidier pleaded. "Perhaps." "I thought a person was innocent until PROVEN guilty." "That is a right of every American adult," he-said. "I'm not an adult," Martha said, her face feeling hot. "No. And this is not America. This is Norton High." "Are you going to kick me out of school, Mr. Busto?" "That's up to you, sweetheart," he said, in a slimy voice. "How do I avoid getting kicked out of school Mr. Busto?" "You merely have to be mine for the next few minutes." "Be yours?" Martha queried, tilting her head slightly to one side, raising a single eyebrow into a strawberry blonde arch. "I want you to service me darling, service me as a woman services a man," Mr. Busto replied giving the pretty virgin a toothy grin mat mad her skin crawl a little bit. She had seen that look before. She could tell that Mean Mr. Busto was a dirty old man. "I don't have the slightest idea WHAT you as talking about, Mr. Busto," Martha said her void ripe with indignant intonations. "I want you to give me a blow job," Mr. Busto said. He tried to act nonchalant. He tried to be matter-of-fact about his clearly lecherous proposal. "And if I don't?" "You're expelled." "Simple as that?" "Simple as that." "I guess I'll do it." "I knew you would see things my way." "I don't think I had much of a choice." "Getting expelled is an ugly thing," "What would Mommy and daddy think?" "There you go, You made the right choice, Martha." "Uhhhh, there's something you should know, Mr. Busto." "What's that, my little precious?" "I've never given a blow job before." Martha confessed. "Well, you are the precious little one." Mr. Busto said. "I don't have to enjoy myself, do I?" Martha inquired. "Desirable but not obligatory." the Dean of Discipline said. "I don't think this is going to be much fun," she said. "It isn't the worst of punishments, you know. I could spank you with my paddle, if you like. I could paddle your bare little fanny if you want me to." Mr. Busto said, sounding as if he were about to drool and slobber at any second. "I still don't think that makes it FUN," Martha replied. "That's because I have not shown you my cock yet, Martha." "Gosh, Mr. Busto, I've never seen a dick before!" "Never?" "Uh uh," Martha said, shaking her head from side to side, with the beginnings of a smile appearing at the comers of her lips. She could feel the ache returning to her pussy, in spite of the fact that her fear had not subsided that much. "Well, my cock is SPECIAL, Martha," Mr. Busto said. He stood up. Martha could see that there was a big bulge in the crotch of Mr. Busto's suit trousers. Martha could tell that Mr. Busto was hung like a horse. His hands went for his black leather belt. His elbows pushed his unbuttoned suit jacket open. He had his hands clutching that black leather-strap on either side of his brass belt buckle. The man then used thick and long, yet nimble-, fingers to unbuckle that belt buckle. He unbuttoned the single button and unsnapped the single snap that kept the top of his trousers fastened. The little girl could feel herself starting to pant. Martha could feel her pussy swelling and getting wet once again. Martha could feel her tits heaving up and down inside her tight button-up blouse. Her tits felt and looked as if they wanted to get the hell out of that blouse. "Kneel before me." "Yes, Mr. Busto." "Be gentle." "I'll try." "Do your best." "I will." "That's all I can ask of you, Martha," he said. "I've thought about this moment a lot," Martha said. "Is it anything like your fantasy, sweetheart?" "No," she said, "I always thought there would be AFFECTION involved." "That's because you are a foolish youngster," he said. Mr. Busto pushed his fingers under the top of his trousers. He pushed his fingers inside his pants until his fingertips were inside the elastic at the top of his underwear as well. He then pulled down his pants and his underwear at the same time and his cock came popping out of his pants like some kind of horny jack in the box and the little girl's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her pupils and irises. "Oh my." "What is the matter?" "Your cock." "What about it?" "It is huge." "Yes." "Humongous." "I'm proud of it." "It is a log." "Pleasure me, Martha, pleasure me with your mouth." Martha dropped to her knees before him, and she suddenly felt as if she were praying for her new god… The blasphemy of this thought made her flush in the cheeks. She could feel her clitoris poking its pink head out from under her clitoral foreskin as her horiness continued to grow. Her nipples were pressing pebble-like bumps in the front of her button-up blouse because they were so hard and erect with her feminine sexual arousal. She could see that Mr. Busto's cock was easily ten inches long, but the truth of the matter was that it was not the length of his prick that boggled the strawberry blonde's mind most of ail. It was the thickness of his cock that really got to the little girl. She could see that Mr. Busto's cock was easily thicker than one of her wrists. She could tell that it was close to being as thick as both of her wrists pressed together. Of course, the little girl had very slender wrists. She could tell that his cock was thickest at the head. His dick was shaped like the cap of a mushroom at the bulbous head. Mr. Busto's thoroughly engorged glans was a deep purple color and it reminded the little girl of a ripe plum. She thought that the head of his dick looked like an over-sized acorn, the type from which mighty oak trees grow. She couldn't imagine anything like that EVER fitting inside her tiny fifteen year old cunt. She was even having trouble imagining something the size of Mr. Busto's tool of masculinity fitting inside her mouth. She wasn't sure that her jaw would open that wide. It was going to be a tight fit, that much was for sure. "I hope I can get my mouth open far enough," she said. "I think you will, if you WANT to badly enough," he said. "I want to. I'm out of school if I don't," Martha said. "You are a smart girl, Martha," Mr. Busto said. "You h-h-h-h-h-have to t-t-t-tell me what to d-d-d-do." "Why don't you let your instincts guide you?" he asked. "My instincts are telling me to run, Mr. Busto," she said. "None of that. Why don't you start with my inner thighs." "Would it be okay if I just stared at your cock for awhile?" "Well… okay, but not for too long," the man said. She could see that the skin covering the head of his cock was stretched thin and smooth by that bulbous glans thorough engorgement. The little girl could see that no more blood could fit inside the head of Mr. Busto's awesome cock. The little girl figured that the head of the dean of discipline's cock would surely blow up if any more blood tried to pump its way inside. The little girl could not remember ever seeing anything quite as smooth as the skin covering the head of Mr. Busto's cock. The strawberry blonde teenager couldn't wait to find out if that stretched skin was going to feel as smooth as it looked on her tastebuds. Even the little girl's tastebuds felt erect with her arousal. Even her tastebuds were feeling horny as she stared for the first time at a full-fledged boner. The little girl found herself looking at the little hole at the very tip of the man's pecker. She was smart enough to know that this was the hole from which both his silver seed and his golden urine emerged. The little girl could see that there were swollen lips on either side of the piss hole. She thought that those swollen lips made Mr. Busto's urethra look like a tiny nether mouth. Then the strawberry blonde teenager noticed that the hole was opening and closing anxiously and rhythmically from the tiny spasms the man was experiencing down there. 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. "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." |
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