I took Lily home.
I was taking her home to fuck and use as my slut, just like we'd agreed.
Our perversions came at each other from opposing sides....her wanton whore inside that stayed aching and hungry for cock & cum versus the beast in me who screams for a tight young body to put his dick into.....a torrid teenager who I can empty my balls into.
She was still nervous and coy even though her belly was full of cum and her mouth tasted of my penis. Sticky fingers and sticky thighs and a vagina leaking sweet girl-cum. A soggy dirty labia, gluey with bitch-syrup. She could feel her skirt, damp against the back of her thighs, her pussy juice having oozed from her, down to her anus and onto the material.
I had my arm around her as I led her into my apartment. She was so quiet...nerves, excitement, fear and lust overloading her sense of place. I loved the idea I was corrupting her, using her, taking advantage of her. It made me want to do her immediately...just do her...drag her into the bedroom by her hair and throw her on the bed. Scramble onto her, see her fright as I reach down between my legs and stick it in her hot little twat.
The thought blinded me for a second and I found myself standing in the living room, her curvy figure silhouetted by the lights of the town down in the valley. She looked so innocent, holding herself....self-conscious and pretty.
I asked her whether she wanted a drink and left to get wine. When I returned Lily was sitting on the edge of a sofa...knees together, toes together, elbows resting on her thighs....like a little girl. I sat beside her and handed her a glass of wine. She sipped and turned to me and slumped back under the wing of my arm. The hem of her skirt rode her supple, baby-soft thighs that melted together. She wore a white blouse with a white tank underneath....the only other thing she was wearing were two hard nipples pushing and poking at the sheer material of her blouse. Beautiful full titties for one not yet a woman.
"Drink," I said.
I watched her sip, then gulp. I reloaded her glass and put mine down and pulled her to me. Her red wine splashed her white blouse and I took it from her, but not before she took another hearty gulp.
She smiled at me, and I sensed she had gotten a nice kick from the alcohol.
Her lips tasted of grapes, her tongue too, duelling with mine....I sucked it, the tip, lashing my tongue across her lips before sinking it into her mouth and crushing our slippery lips together. There was as much licking as kissing, tasting her lips right down in their corners, then feeling her paint mine all over with her wetness. Her hand reached around the back of my head as I stroked her throat, running my thumb all along it, then all the way back up, giving her neck a gentle squeeze. I sensed my power, my superior strength, and my will tempted to wilt...the little devil in my head telling me to take her, do her, make her scream.....make her cry....cum inside her as her tears run from the corners of her eyes.
Our tongues were dancing and her body started trembling and her kisses became wanton and greedy....almost as greedy and wanton as mine.....all soaking wetness and yummy noises.
My cock pulsated and I tore my mouth from her and stared at her panting expression. Her breasts were heaving and I told her to unbutton her blouse. Her eyes, big and brown, glancing to me and to each button in turn. Sweetheart, undoing herself for me....that's a good girl. She drew the blouse over her shoulders....soft, supple shoulders....I wanted to suck/kiss/lick every single tiny inch of her skin....and I told her exactly that.
"The straps," I said.
Lily's thumbs hooked them back and I held my breath as she peeled the tank top down her body...a curtain pulling back as her tits are presented to me. Her eyes looked to me for approval and her smile read my very thoughts. Like a beautiful present from her to me. A pair of breasts for my pleasure....and what breasts....not so huge, yet ample enough to thread my cock between....a perfect canvas for my ejaculating cock I circled her nipples with my tongue, puckering to suck it's hardening peak. Round and round my tongue span, every revolution ending in my lips coming together to pull and suck...and alternately, my teeth grazing them, causing a faint, restrained moan from my slut.
