Her pussy was soaking wet. She told me so as she grabbed me around my neck.
My lips were aching and I'd been kissing this fine young thing ever since she plucked up the courage at last orders. Slippery lips and duelling tongues, from the dance floor to the cloakroom to the cab. I pawed at her firm ass and her very sexy golden thighs. She seemed hesitant in touching me, but I just couldn't help myself as we headed back to my place.
My palm skated along her hamstring and as we remained lip/tongue locked, I stroked her pussy lips through her damp, cum-soaked knickers. Finger tips over her puffy swollen outer-labia, the cotton clinging, wet-through and sticky.
She was melting, skin glowing from the humid night air and the disco sweat. I could still smell the flowers of her perfume beyond the musty scent of her lust. She groaned as I hooked the crotch of her knickers aside. I could feel little hairs around her lips, matted to her skin with thick girl-cum.
Her kisses faded and I split her cunt with my middle finger. She hugged me tight, allowing a small moan. As I touched her clit I felt her petite frame spasm in my embrace. She hugged me tighter and I ran my finger back down to her hole. Her cunt clenched and her round bottom instinctively pushed down. My finger slid in her and her tight little vagina bit it hard. Her cunthole was full of cream, chewing at my finger, all juicy and cumming again.
The girl's stranglehold on my neck eased and her hands sank to my chest as her sweet, wasted expression gazed up at me. She looked into my eyes, to my lips and back again. Then as she looked at my lips again, she licked hers and started planting soft kisses to mine, licking the length of each. I pulled my cum-soaked finger from her and she slid down into the seat, hooking her underwear back into place. She sat there limply, looking at me, her wasted expression growing a smile that got wider and wider, until she giggled. She was probably the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen....she made not just my mouth water, but my aching cock, too.
I moved to her, giving her a hard, flat kiss. I used the finger I'd taken from her, painting her lips, making them sticky and extra kissable. She looked into my eyes and began sucking and licking the tip of my finger, like it was a little cock.
I felt the cab slow, pulling to the curb.
She straightened her skirt and I paid the driver. I held her hand as we walked the path. It seemed small in my palm, like the rest of her, except those long, long legs that grew her to my chin. Nineteen, she'd said, although I assumed she'd added a year or so. Still a girl, not quite a woman. I was old enough to be her father, but I couldn't help myself, and I couldn't wait to play with her.
As soon as we were in my apartment I was all over her.
"Come here," I said, pulling her to me.
I took the drunken girl in my arms and we began right away.
Coffee could wait, but my cock was screaming at me to fuck her, and my balls were aching to cum all over her. I pushed the girl against the wall and assaulted her mouth with my tongue as she hung onto me. Her kisses were frantic and I undid my tie. I slid it from my neck and took both of her hands. As I pulled her arms down, her mouth tore from mine. She gasped excitedly as I lifted her bottom from the wall and swung her arms behind her back. I sank my tongue into her mouth again as I drew her wrists together....pushing my chest against her little breasts as I tied her.
