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Chapter 3

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.

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.

The little girl found that the Dean of Discipline's come was also a hell of a lot hotter than she thought it would be.

There was a frightening moment or two when the little girl thought the inside of her mouth was being scalded by the man's steamy come.

The little girl found that the man's come was so hot that she worried that he might be running a fever, and it occurred to her that this was an odd time for her maternal instincts to kick in. Still, she had an urge to feel the man's forehead just to make sure that he was not coming down with something.

The strawberry blonde teenager found that she had to wait for a second or two for the jism to cool off inside her mouth before her tastebuds could appropriately register the flavor.

IT was worth the wait.

She was not disappointed.

Not one iota.

The little girl discovered in time that the man's jism was, indeed, every bit as delicious as her womanly intuition had told her it would be.

The strawberry blonde found that his come tasted fishy.

Salty.

Refreshing.

Delicious.

The little girl figured that the man's come probably tasted better than the world's most expensive caviar.

Now, of course, the little girl had never tasted the world's most expensive caviar.

But Martha Maidier would have bet a million dollars right then and there that Mr. Busto's jism was a hell of a lot tastier than any over-priced fish eggs.

The little girl discovered that she enjoyed the texture of the man's come every bit as much as she enjoyed the flavor.

She thought that the man's come felt like raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her throat toward the warm spot of contentment that was forming at the pit of her stomach.

She was delighted to find that she had no trouble keeping all the man's come inside her mouth following that first massive squirt.

The little girl really did feel as if she were being fed a hot meal by the man's, convulsing prick.

The strawberry blonde found that the quantity of come in each of the man's squirts diminished rapidly after the first one.

"Keep sucking. Keep sucking. Suck me dry," the man said.

The little girl was determined to keep sucking until his scrotal sack was completely empty. She was determined to keep sucking until the man's balls were as dry as a pair of bones left out to bleach white in the hot summertime sunshine.

As it turned out, the little girl had no trouble determining when the man's come was through. Not only did the jism stop spewing from the little hole at the tip of the man's pecker but all of his muscles also relaxed at the same time. He caught his breath. He listened to the rate of his racing heartbeat slowing down, returning gradually to normal. The man could feel the hot perspiration that had lathered his body because of his intense sexual exertion starting to cool off.

The little girl left her mouth on the head of the man's cock for a moment or two even after Mean Mr. Busto could feel the ecstasy of his climax being replaced by the warmth and contentment of is post-orgasmic afterglow.

His cock head felt at home inside her mouth.

The little girl could feel the hot blood of the man's horniness pumping back out of the head and shaft of his cock.

The fifteen year old could feel her jaw getting a chance to relax a little bit as the head of his cock lost some of its awesome girth because of his absolute sexual appeasement.

The little girl could feel the muscles at the sides of her preciously beautiful face getting a chance to relax for the first time in what felt to Martha Maidier like ages.

When the little girl did pull her mouth off of the head of his cock she didn't remove it very far.

The little girl stopped pulling back with her pretty head and her slender shoulders when her lips were still less than an inch away from the tip of his pecker.

The strawberry blonde female crossed her eyes and looked down past her tiny nose and she could see that her upper lips was connected to the little hole at the tip of the man's pecker by a string of come.

The little girl could see that the come was bridging them. She pulled back with her head and shoulders three more inches. That string of come stretched and drooped and finally broke at its center. The little girl could tell that the tip of Mr. Busto's cock had lost its ability to defy the law of gravity because of his absolute satisfaction. She could tell that his cock was going to droop downward when she let go of it. The little girl could tell that her right hand and her right hand alone were keeping the tip of the man's cock aloft at this point.

The little girl pumped at the shaft of the man's softening cock three times, instinctively checking to make sure that there was not any come trapped uncomfortably inside his cock shaft.

Sure enough, there was.

Three droplets.

Her eyes lit up.

Her mouth watered.

More come.

More come for her to eat.

The little girl could see three droplets of murky fluid oozing from between the swollen lips astride the man's urethra. She saw to it that those three droplets were not allowed to stay there for very long. The little girl's tongue darted out of her mouth and she looked as if she were doing a perfect imitation of a bullfrog capturing a horsefly in midair.

She laved away the droplets of post-orgasmic dog water from the tip of his dong with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip. Then the little girl could see. that the entire head of the man's cock was covered with a thin film of come, so she used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean.

She didn't stop licking until the head of his cock was as clean as a whistle. She didn't stop licking until the head of the man's cock was as clean as a whistle and the only thing making it wet and shiny was the sweet spittle that spilled from her tired mouth.

Then she released her grip on his cock and balls at the same time. She could hear him let out a long sigh. Just as she had earlier suspected, the tip of the man's cock drooped downward in between his thick and heavily-muscled inner thighs as soon as she released her grip on it.

She looked up at him.

Her eyes were wide. Her eyes were bright and sincere.

"How did I do?"

"Fantastic."

"Thanks."

"It wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Uh uh," she said, shaking her head from side to side. "I thought it was fun."

That was the really surprising thing.

That she could have thought it fun. All her life she'd been trained to think those kinds of things were degrading… and now, here she was, really getting off on it. Gosh! Life sure was funny, sometimes.