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Chapter 4

Martha Maidier was about to go out on her first date.

"Are you nervous, sweetheart?" Mommy asked her little girl.

"A little, I guess," Martha said, her face slightly flushed.

"I want you to be a good girl," Mr. Maidier said.

"I will, Daddy, don't worry," Martha said. "Ryan is a nice boy. You don't have anything to worry about."

"I hope not," Daddy said. "I read stories in the newspapers about little girls growing up too fast and, well, it is enough to make my skin crawl."

"Daddy, I think you should worry about me growing up too slowly not growing up too fast," the strawberry blonde said with a girlish giggle.

"There's no such thing as growing up too slowly," Daddy said. "You have to understand, sweetheart, in my eyes you are NEVER going to grow up. You are always going to be my little girl."

A car horn blasted outside.

"That's Ryan. Gotta go," Martha said excitedly.

"He's not going to come to the door?" Daddy asked, with a concerned tone in his voice.

"Uhhhh, I don't think so, Daddy. I don't think that that sort of thing is done any longer," Martha said.

"Why, in my day a man would have kicked me right in the butt if I had honked for his daughter from the curb," Daddy said.

"Times have changed," Martha said.

She kissed Daddy on the cheek, and gave her Mommy a big hug.

"Toodles," Martha said.

"Have fun," Mommy said.

"Not too much fun," Daddy warned.

"I will, I won't," Martha replied.

Martha was out the door in a flash and in a matter of seconds she was sitting in the front seat of Ryan McCarthy's LTD.

"Nice car," Martha said.

"Thanks," Ryan said.

Martha thought that Ryan was one of the best looking guys in her school. He was on the football team and he was smart. He had a lot of friends, He had everything going for him. She hoped that this date worked out, because she knew that Ryan would make a perfect boyfriend.

"You look great," he said.

"Thanks," she replied.

"New dress?"

"Yup. I went shopping with my mother yesterday," she said.

"Lovely, You sure are hot looking, Martha," he said.

"Gosh, Ryan, I think you are very attractive too," she said, Ryan turned on the car radio. He tuned in his favorite rock and roll station. Work out of Philadelphia.

He turned up the volume as he pulled away from the curb in front of the Maidier home and began to beat out the rhythm of the song on the top of the steering wheel with the tips of his fingers.

"Ryan?"

"Yes?"

"What are we going to do on our date?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you taking me to the movies or dinner or something like that?"

"I hadn't planned on it. You hungry?"

"Not particularly."

"Good," he said and kept driving. He was heading for the edge of town.

"But… but, you didn't answer my question," she said.

"You really don't know what we are going to do?" Ryan asked.

"I've, gosh, I've never been on a date before."

"I see."

"Does that make a difference to you, Ryan?"

"No, I like playing teacher," the football player said.

"Teacher?"

"Uh huh."

"What are you going to be teaching me, Ryan?" she inquired.

"How to make out, of course," the football player replied.

"Oh."

"Something wrong?"

"No."

"You sound like there is something wrong," he said. He seemed to be able to drive without ever looking away from her, without even glancing at the road, as if he had the local thoroughfares memorized, or as if the car were on automatic pilot or something.

"It's just that, well, I'm not sure what you expect of me. You have to understand, Ryan. I guess this must sound pretty weird to a senior guy and all, but all of this is brand new to me," she said.

"I don't expect anything. I guess you could say I'll take whatever I can get," he said with a laugh.

"Good," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I don't, uh, I don't, what's the phrase?"

"You don't put out?"

"I guess. I'm a virgin and I want to stay that way."

"Okay." he said, trying to mask his disappointment.

"Don't be gloomy, Ryan," she said.

"I'll try. I guess you caught me. I guess I did have my hopes up, huh?"

"I'll be a fun date, Ryan, I promise. I understand where you are coming from. I know about men and their needs," she said.

"What does that mean, exactly?" he asked quickly.

"It means I won't give you blue balls. Ryan," Martha said.

"Things are looking up," Ryan said, his face breaking into a toothy smile. He beat out the tempo of the rock and roll song on the radio with greater urgency against the top of his steering wheel with his drumming fingertips.

"Where are we going?"

"Sex Hill."

"I've heard of it."

"It's like a lovers lane, I guess, on top of one of those hills south of town, the hill on Stokoe's land."

"I suppose it is aptly named?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I think that as much drinking as fucking goes on up there if you really want to know the truth," Ryan said.

Martha blushed.

"Pardon my French."

"It's okay," she said.

"I hope that you aren't too shocked by all of this, Martha. I know that you are a good girl. I suppose you don't usually even think about this stuff, huh?"

"Don't be so sure. I am actually relieved that we are going up to Sex Hill to make out. I didn't want to spend the whole date worrying about whether or not you were going to kiss me goodnight, if you know what I mean."

"Uh huh. You are going to get kissed all right. You had better watch yourself. I can turn into quite an animal when I get myself worked up," Ryan said.

Ryan looked at the strawberry blonde and he had a hard time believing that she was real.

He could see that calling her diminutive was an understatement. He could tell that the little girl stood only five feet tall, maybe a quarter of an inch taller. He could see that there was no way the girl weighed more than one-hundred pounds.

The truth of the matter was that the little girl had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life. Her weight fluctuated between ninety-five and ninety-seven pounds, depending on what time of the month it was. The little girl always put on a couple of pounds just before she had her period because her body tended to retain water.

Her strawberry blonde hair was long and thick and neatly groomed. Her hair was straight and spilled gracefully over her shoulders and down her back. Her hair fell thickly between her rather sharp shoulder blades, and when she was standing up her hair dangled almost all the way down to the top of the crack of her ass.

Her hair was parted in a straight line down the middle of her head. One could see pink scalp through the part in her hair.

The little girl's hair had been cut so that it fell down onto her forehead in long bangs.

Her bangs were so long that they came down almost all the way to her eyebrows so that she appeared to be peering out from under them.

Her skin was milky white. She had a perfect peaches and cream complexion. It was obvious Jo anyone who looked at the little girl that she was one of those lucky teenagers who had never once suffered from a facial blemish.

Her eyebrows and her eyelashes were the same color as the hair on her head. Her eyebrows were neatly plucked so that they were slender and femininely angular.

Her eyelashes were very long. They were so long that they curled up slightly at their tips.

Her eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked, or winked for that matter.

Her eyes were big and round. Her irises were baby blue. Her eyes were the color of a cloudless summer sky. Her eyes were the color of a freshly-laid pigeon egg.

Martha's eyes twinkled when she was happy and became dull and somber on the rare occasion when she was feeling blue.

Martha's eyes actually changed color depending on what sort of mood she was in. They darkened when she was feeling down in the dumps, changing hue just like the mood rings that were all the rage a few years back.

Martha had a tiny nose, a mere button actually, and it turned up a little at its tip. Most of the boys, including Ryan, thought that Martha's nose looked very cute.

Ryan thought that the sprinkling, of freckles across the bridge of the little girl's nose made it look even cuter than it would have been without them.

Martha always thought that her nostrils were a little on the pinched side, but she was just about the only person in the world who thought so. Mommy agreed. That was about it.

Martha had a small mouth too, but her lips were full and sensuous. The little girl had a pouting mouth.

Her lips always looked a little puffy. She tended to hold her lips puckered and slightly parted at all times.

It had been said, and not incorrectly, that the strawberry blonde was walking through life looking as if she needed to be kissed very badly.

Martha had a sweet habit of running the tip of her pink tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. Folks could tell it was a habit.

Martha even did it at times when her lips were already wet. The little girl knew that it would not be very long at all before she would be kissing passionately for the first time. Her lips and her tongue were tingling with anticipation. She looked forward to getting kissed for the first time every bit as much as she was looking forward to swallowing come for the second time.

Her lips were soft.

Red.

Wet.

Sensuous.

Hot.

Martha had perfectly straight teeth. Her choppers were pearly white. Her mouth was wet. Her mouth was steamy hot. Ryan could tell. He could tell just by looking at the nymphet how hot she was. He could tell that, deep down inside, the little girl wanted to be fucked for the first time very badly.

The boy correctly assumed that it was Martha Maidier's deep-rooted Catholicism that was keeping her cherry intact. It was The Church, and Father Hartman and Sister Louisa who were keeping Martha chaste.

The car turned off of South Road and pulled onto a single-lane dirt road that spiraled up this hill they called Sex.

The little girl slid across the front seat of the football quarterback's LTD so that she was snuggling against the boy, pressing against him, feeling the heat radiating wonderfully off of his large, muscular body.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Ummmmmm," she said.

"Almost there," he said.

"Hurry," she urged.

The little girl had small ears that were shaped like sea shells and her neck was long and white, like that of a swan.

"You sound like you are looking forward to this. Martha. I can hear that tone of need in your voice," Ryan exclaimed.

"Don't you worry about me, Ryan McCarthy," Martha said. "All I am concerned about tonight is YOUR pleasure."

"You mean you aren't even gonna let me feel you up a little?" Ryan asked, with a note of concern in his baritone voice.

"Well… I'll have to think about that. I sure would like to know what it is like getting touched all over," Martha confessed.

"I'd be glad to show you how it feels. I'm good at it. Girls call me "The Octopus" because I feel like I have eight hands when I am necking."

"Do most of the girls you bring here let you go all the way with them? You know, fuck them?"

There.

She said it.

The F word.

"All of them let me fuck them. If you hold out on me, I must say, it will be a first," Ryan said with a cocky grin.

"Don't sound so awful sure of yourself, Ryan. I'm not losing my cherry in the backseat of a car, you can bet your bunky on that," Martha said, pursing her lips and making an indignant clucking sound with the tip of her tongue.

"We'll see," was all Ryan had to say on the subject.

For a girl of the strawberry blonde's super-diminutive size, she had extraordinarily large knockers.

Her tits were so large that they would have been considered humongous even if they I sad grown on a much larger girl.

The car pulled to a stop on the fiat clearing at the top of Sex hill. From this vantage point one could see all of Madison County, including the entire village of Collinsville.

"Never been here before?"

"Nope."

"WHAT do you think?"

"Love it."

"Best view in the county."

"Very seductive."

"Can't see it from the backseat."

"Is that where we are going?"

"Steering wheel gets in the way up here," Ryan said.

"Let's move."

"Stay right there and I'll open the door for you."

"You are quite a gentleman, Ryan McCarthy," Martha exclaimed.

"So far," Ryan said, his mouth curling into a half-smile.

He opened her door for her. He loved the way her boobs pressed against the front of her dress.

"You have great tits," he said.

"Thanks," the strawberry blonde responded with a blush. It was so dark that Ryan could not see the reddening of the little girl's preciously beautiful kisser.

"They are not only big but they are FIRM," Ryan said.

"Uh huh. I don't have to wear a bra or anything," she said.

"Nature has supplied ail of your lifting and separating."

"Hopefully for many years to come, Ryan," she said.

"Why that sounds more vain than I would expect from you."

"Even humble girls don't want their boobs to sag, Ryan."

"I suppose. I can see that your nipples are erect," he said.

"It must be the chilly night air," Martha exclaimed.

"It wouldn't mean you are getting horny, would it?"

"What would give you a silly idea like that?" she inquired.

"Your nipples point slightly upward, don't they?"

"Well, yes, when I am standing up or sitting up straight," the little girl said.

"You always sit up and stand up straight, Martha, You never slouch," Ryan said.

"My Mommy says that I walk like I am balancing an invisible book on top of my head," Martha said with a giggle. She walked with him and stood close to him at his side as he opened the door to the backseat of the LTD. It was actually Ryan's father's car, but he told chicks that it was his.

"Did Mommy by any chance send you to some finishing school to give you such perfect posture?" Ryan asked.

"Maybe your folks can afford things like that, Ryan. But my Daddy is a mechanic and Mommy is a librarian, well, you knew that, and they could never afford to send me to a big city for schooling. I assure you that my perfect posture is quite natural," the strawberry blonde explained, and then she climbed into the backseat.

Ryan climbed in hurriedly behind her. The little girl's tits were rounded at their bottoms and sloped at their tops, which was why her nipples pointed slightly upward. At that moment her nipples were pressing pebble-like bumps in the front of her dress.

Her tits curved well back toward Martha's underarms.

Her nipples were large, just like her tits. Her nipples were the size of silver dollars and they were very pink, almost crimson when she was horny. She was very horny as she fell into Ryan McCarthy's arms in the backseat of the darkened LTD. She no longer cared about the greatest view in all of Madison County.

The little girl's waist was very slender. Indeed, her waist measured a mere twenty-two inches. Her hips were round at both the sides and at the rear. Her belly was flat.

Her bellybutton was dimpled and concave. Her loins were femininely sloped. Her fanny was every bit as smooth as when she was just a little baby.

The little girl had a very sexy walk, which, of course, Ryan had not failed to notice before he asked her out in the first place. The little girl could feel her tits heaving up and down inside her dress a little bit by this time as her respiratory system became affected by her growing lust.

The little girl swung her round hips from side to side like a pendulum as part of her natural gait.

There were no affectations involved in her walk.

Martha wrapped her slender arms around the football quarterback's thick neck. She twined her fingers at the back of his neck, just below the base of his skull, and clung to him tightly. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and pulled her even closer to him than before.

Her tits touched him.

He could feel how firm they were.

He could feel her hard nipples right through her dress, -right through his shirt. He was breathing funny too. He sounded as if he were in the fourth quarter of a close football game after scrambling away from a plethora of potential tacklers for a crucial first down.

"Kiss me," she said.

"With pleasure," he responded.

His face moved closer to her as if he were moving in slow motion. She closed- her eyes so that her long reddish eyelashes rested lightly on her cheekbones. She ran the tip of her pink tongue back and forth across her swollen lips to moisten them. She could feel him pause when their mouths were less than an inch apart. She could feel his hot moist breath beating onto her lips, making her lips tingle even worse than before with their now acute anticipation.

Then the boy pressed his mouth over the little girl's parted, lips, and it didn't take Martha very long at all to discover that passionate kissing felt even better, a hell of a lot better, than she thought it was going to.

The little girl could feel the football quarterback pressing his lips gently over her own at first, but the gingerly nature of the oral embrace did not last for very long.

It was not very long at all before the horny boy was pushing his lips against the little girl's mouth so hard that she could feel her lips pressing against her teeth.

The little girl could feel them kissing with their lips only at first, but this too did not last. Just as if the pair of young lovers had rehearsed this act a thousand times in the past, they each offered the tips of their tongues at precisely the same time.

They touched the tips of their tongues together lightly, The little girl could feel a rush of physical pleasure running up and down the entire length of her spine, all the way from the base of her skull to her tailbone and then back again.

The little girl could feel her pussy swelling rapidly with her horniness, rapidly approaching thorough engorgement. The little girl could feel her pussy getting wet.

Martha could feel herself making a wet spot at the crotch of her panties, and she had a feeling that that wet spot was going to get a hell of a lot larger before she was through making out with the boy.

It wasn't long before the football quarterback and the strawberry blonde were rolling their tongues wildly together. They were performing a wet pink internal swordfight with their battling tongues.

They explored the insides of each other's mouths thoroughly with their tongues.

They licked at each other's teeth.

Gums.

Inner cheeks.

The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both breathless with passion by the time it was through. The jock pulled away from the little girl so that he could place his hands over her tits.

She grabbed his wrists and pulled his huge hands away from her tits.

"Ryan, please."

"No?"

"Uh uh."

"Why not?"

"We are concentrating on your pleasure, remember?"

"But, if it feels good, why do you want me to stop?"

"It feels too good, Ryan," the little girl exclaimed.

"I don't think I'll ever understand chicks," Ryan said.

"I'm a tougher nut to crack than most, I suspect," she said.

"You can say that again," Ryan said with a laugh that communicated an unfamiliar combination of humor and frustration. Ryan McCarthy was not used to getting his gas shut off.

"Okay, Martha. You want to pleasure me, go ahead and pleasure me," Ryan said, taking her hand and placing it on the bulge that had formed at the crotch of his super-tight and faded bluejeans.

She squeezed that bulge.

He moaned.

The little girl's legs were not long, but they were superbly shaped. She didn't look like a little girl at all. She looked like a full-fledged woman, only in miniature.

Her thighs were perfectly tapered from her round hips to her unscarred 'knees. Martha thought that it was pretty amazing that her knees were as unscarred as they were, taking into consideration, as she did, the amount of roller-skating the little girl had done on the cracked sidewalks of Collinsville before puberty struck.

The little girl's shins were flat and smooth. Her calves were rounded without being overly muscled. Her ankles were trim. Her feet were dainty She had the perfect legs, and especially the perfect ankles, for high heels. She had worn a pair of simple fiat shoes for her first date. She would like to have worn high heels, because she knew that they would have made her look sexier, but she knew that Mommy and daddy would have had a shit fit if she had come downstairs wearing anything remotely seductive.

The strawberry blonde moved her lips to the side of Ryan McCarthy's thick neck. She began to kiss and lick and bite at the side of his neck, concentrating her oral attention on his jugular vein. She used her teeth to give him little love bites, which Ryan discovered hurt and felt good at the same time.

Mostly they felt good.

The little girl, however, did not allow her teeth to linger in one spot for long enough to leave any lasting marks: Martha correctly assumed that it would be prohibitively indiscreet to give the football quarterback a hickey on their very first date.

The truth was that Ryan did not like girls who wanted to leave their signature on his neck when they necked. He was always embarrassed when he had a hickey and he wore turtleneck shirts to cover it up until it faded away.

"I have a boner," he said, his eyes closing.

"I can feel it, Ryan," she said in a high-pitched voice.

"I feel like my cock is going to burst," he said.

"Ummm, I hope it bursts in my mouth," the little girl said.

"I can feel my b-b-b-b-b-balls aching, so bad," he said.

"I think I can make that ache go away," Martha replied.

"You weren't kidding before, were you, Martha?" he said.

"About what?" the little girl asked, tilting her head slightly to one side. She looked at him quizzically.

"You ARE fun on a date, aren't you?" Ryan exclaimed.

Martha giggled.

"I try," she said.

She once again kissed and licked and nibbled with her teeth up and down the entire length of his jugular vein.

"My ear, I want to feel your tongue on my ear," Ryan said, a little breathlessly. He felt as if he had ants in his pants. He was rocking back and forth, shifting the weight of his lower torso from one ass cheek to the other and then back again.

The little girl parted her lips and allowed the tip of her tongue to protrude as far as it would go. She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across his dangling earlobe.

The little girl used the pointy tip of her tongue to explore the outer shell of the football quarterback's ear.

"Inside too?" she asked.

"Ummmmmm, yes," the handsome teenager replied with a sigh.

She plunged her tongue right into his ear, pushing as deep as she could get. She could feel the little hairs inside his ear and she could taste the bitter taste of earwax on the tastebuds on the very tip of her tongue.

The football quarterback shivered violently. He could feel the little hairs at the nape of his neck just below the base of his skull standing on end. The football quarterback could feel the entire surface area of his body, and that encompassed a lot of space, becoming covered with a thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh.

The little girl pulled her tongue out of the boy's ear and quickly repeated the whole process with the other side of his neck and his other ear.

"You have too many clothes on, Ryan," she said.

"I don't think I have the patience to take off all my clothes," Ryan said.

"What do you have the patience for, Ryan?" the little girl queried quickly. Her inquiry was laden with her sexual curiosity.

The little girl could feel her panties crawling up deep into the cleavage between her cunt lips. She could feel that claustrophobic feeling in her pussy, the feeling that her quivering quim was suffocating, the feeling that her oozing cooze was desperately in the need of fresh air. She was getting the feeling that she wanted to get completely nude.

"You're hot," he said.

"You can tell?"

"Your breathing… "

"I am panting."

"Your nipples."

"They are hard," the little girl confessed in a whispery voice.

"You can't blame the cold now, Martha," he said.

"I never claimed I don't get horny Ryan. I merely said that I don't put out," the little girl said.

"I'm gonna just whip out my cock."

"Okie-dokie."

"Ever suck before?"

"Once."

"Who?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Sure."

"Mr. Busto."

"No… it is a joke."

"It is true."

"It takes all kinds, I guess," Ryan said. The little girl thought of offering an explanation, but she figured that she hade spoken too much already and it was best to quit while she was ahead.

The boy hurriedly pulled his pecker out of his pants. The little girl lowered her head into his lap. He opened his thighs as far apart as he could get them. He rolled onto the small of his back so that the little girl would be able to get at his scrotal sack and somewhat at his ass cheeks with her mouth. What the hell? As long as she was down there, He yanked his trousers and his underwear rapidly ail the way down to his ankles as the little girl moved so that she was kneeling on the floor in front of the backseat in between his parted knees. She began to kiss and lick up and down the insides of his thighs, and he began to bounce up and down anxiously on the cheeks of his ass.

The little girl kissed the backs of his thighs. She assumed because of the way he had postured himself on the small of his back that he wanted his ass orally caressed and she thought that was a very good idea. She kissed up and down at the backs of his thighs as he lifted his legs in the air. He was cooperating with her. They were in tune with each other's thinking.

She told him to tuck up in a ball, pulling his knees toward his chest. He reached up and gripped himself at the ankles to help hold him in this position. She pulled his pants and underwear completely off over his sneakers and his socks, because she could tell they were only going to get in the way. The little girl could see that the jock was gripping at his ankles so tightly that each and every one of his knuckles had turned white. She removed his socks and sneakers while he failed to offer a peep of protest. She sucked his toes.

She sucked each and every one of his toes, one at a time at first. Then she sucked them in groups of twos and threes. She used her dainty little fingers to pull his toes apart so that she could flick the tip of her tongue back and forth in between them.

The little girl began to kiss and lick up and down the backs of his thighs. She worked her mouth slowly downward toward his buttocks. But before her mouth got to the cheeks of his ass she stopped and lifted his legs one at a time so that she could flick the pointy pink tip of her tongue back and forth across the hypersensitive and super-erogenous skin at the backs of the football quarterback's knees. She then moved her mouth back down to the cheeks of his ass.

She began to kiss lightly and lick gingerly at the boy's taut ass. She bit hard at his ass cheeks. For a moment or two the teenaged hunk feared that the little girl was biting the cheeks of his ass so hard that she was going to break the skin.

She was not, in reality, biting quite that hard.

She did however, leave semi-circles of red teeth marks in his flesh. She pulled her face away from the cheeks of his ass.

The little girl placed one hand on either of the handsome football player's ass cheeks. She stroked lightly at the flesh, using the fleshy part of her fingertips. She then scratched lightly at his fanny cakes, using only the tips of her long fingernails.

The little girl began to massage the flesh. She began to knead the flesh of Ryan's ass cheeks, just as if she were kneading unrisen dough in preparation for a stint in the baker's oven.

Then the little girl turned the tips of her dainty, feminine fingers inward toward the crack of her ass, and she pushed her elbows outward so that they were pointing at opposite doors on either side of Ryan's father's LTD.

The little girl allowed the tips of her fingers to crawl right into the cleavage between Ryan's ass cheeks, and she didn't stop until the nails at the tips of her middle fingers were only a millimeter or two away from the mucous membranes at the mouth of his rectum on either side. She curled her fingers at the knuckles and pressed the tips of her fingers right into the football quarterback's ass flesh.

The little girl pressed hard enough to pucker the ass flesh deeply beneath her dainty fingertips. She then began to pull the jock's ass cheeks apart.

She did this slowly and ceremoniously, just as if she were separating the halves of a ripe and sacred fruit.

The little girl did not stop pulling apart the boy's ass cheeks until she had separated those fanny cakes as far as they could possibly go.

The little girl pulled the football player's ass cheeks apart until the skin in the cleavage was stretched taut. She pulled the ass cheeks apart so far that even some of the puckers in his ass hole were smoothed.

Then the little girl lowered her head so that her chin was against the backseat.

The little girl then parted her pouting lips and stuck out her tongue as far as she could get it. She -made her tongue pointy at the tip.

Martha placed the tip of her tongue on the very top of the crack of his ass, very close to the backseat and the small of Ryan's back, directly in between the twin dimples that indicated the location of the boy's kidneys.

She began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth. At the same time she lifted her chin from the seat and drew her tongue upward, deeper and deeper into the crack of his ass.

Closer and closer to his asshole.

His winking nether eye.

"Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Do it. Do it. Lick it. Lick it good Martha. Lick it. Lick my asshole, ohhhhhhh Lick it. I can tell I can tell it is going to feel so good, so fucking good-pardon my french."

The little girl licked upward slowly, making him wait, and she only stopped once before she got to his bung hole. She had to pluck a short and curly ass hair from the tip of her tongue with her right thumb and forefinger.

She licked his asshole.

Slowly.

Gently.

Then eagerly.

Enthusiastically.

At first the little girl used just the tip of her tongue, but, as her laving rim-job became more eager and enthusiastic she switched to the coated part of her tongue, the flat part of her pink, wet taster.

The little girl didn't stop lapping at the boy's asshole until all of the delicious anal flavor was gone. She was still holding his ass cheeks apart as far as they could go. She then did something that the boy could not have anticipated. Martha did something at that moment that the boy could not have expected in a million years. She stiffened her tongue and made it pointy at the tip. Then she placed the tip of her tongue right on the center of the pink asterisk of the man's asshole. She began to push. The boy realized what she was going to do and he quickly communicated his approval.

"Stick it. Stick it inside. Stick your tongue inside. Stick your tongue inside my asshole. Stick your tongue deep deep deep inside my asshole," he said. He concentrated on relaxing the ring of muscle at the mouth of his rectum so it would be even easier for the cute little strawberry blonde to do what she set out to do.

His ass opened.

Her tongue entered.

She kept pushing.

She didn't stop pushing until she had pushed her tongue up his ass as far as she could get it.

She could feel the tip of her tongue pushing past his sphincter muscle and into his colon.

She pushed inside so deeply that she even managed to stimulate his prostate gland a little, just with the tip of her tongue. Her button nose was pressed directly against his huge scrotal sack.

She pushed her tongue inside him and wiggled it. She pressed against various internal, tissues with the tip of her tongue, using a variety of pressures.

"So deep," he said.

She worked her tongue in and out of his asshole sensuously.

"So hot," he said.

She pulled her tongue all the way out of his asshole slowly. She pulled the tip of her tongue out of his asshole slowest of all. She didn't want his asshole to have to slam shut on him uncomfortably. After all, that was why turds were tapered.

She licked his balls.

Sucked them.

She licked his cock.

Sucked it.

Then the boy began to jerk frantically and ail of his muscles tensed as his cock spasmed. He shot a heavy load into her mouth and she swallowed down every drop like a good girl.