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Ready or Not (Here I Come) Ch. 1

She’s so pretty, so innocent, so young.

My girl.

She knows who she is, but in this story I’ll call her ‘Lily’.

Eighteen and pure. Clean and good. Devoted and loyal. She’s my dream made real….any man’s dream. I notice them staring when we’re out in the town. The eyes that look and wonder, trying to fathom how I could find such a sweet bride. I wonder myself sometimes, when she’s holding my hand, her face all sunshine….and I can feel the envy when we share a kiss and a private word. But I have no fear that she’ll stray. She belongs to me….which she reminds me of quick-time whenever I accuse her of thinking about any other cock but mine. She assures me that I own her and is willing to prove it, always….in any way, at any time. Whatever my heart desires, Lily provides.

My sexy asian sweetie, with her easy smile and infectious giggle. She’s all that, yet so much more. What they don’t see is what’s beyond those big brown eyes, what desires are harbored there. They only see sweet innocence and the nice young thing she quite clearly is. Nobody knows our secret world. Nobody would understand our private bond. Anybody would damn my dark desires, but to understand her, they’d have to be like her, like a million other women who keep it to themselves for all their lives. No liberation for them, but for my Lily….I know how to set her free.

She told me: “The me that everyone sees is introverted, innocent….likes to pretend to know nothing about sex. The slut inside is the complete opposite….she may not be very vocal about what she wants, but takes it all, and will actually enjoy everything…..though she might say otherwise….”

Our home life is specific. My girl can do as she pleases, so long as she pleases me. Her obedience is everything. She adores the bastard inside me. He makes her pussy drip and undresses her slut. The relief she feels when I get her home is immense….to return to the bosom of my control. I can’t imagine how many strokes of cock I’ve given her pussy. When I look at her I feel every single stroke all at once….a lust so great, I feel a need to take her and tie her down. So long as she can’t do anything about it she’s a happy girl….her helplessness excuses her slut….she had no choice….it just felt so bad, she couldn’t help herself…..it just hurt so good, she had to take it all.

Speak to me, girl.

“Just thinking about it makes my pussy wet….makes me wanna fuck.”

She was standing at the sink in the kitchen when it crossed my mind. It was the skirt. Lily hardly ever wore a skirt….only when I want her to, like the very first time.

The very first time I fucked her….

Lily had arrived in town on the evening train.

I was waiting on the platform, anticipating her, my mind full of all the dispicable things I was going to do to her….of all the filthy acts her slut was going to commit. I knew exactly what was going to happen from the very first moment. I knew how her training would begin and progress over the weekend, but I wasn’t wholly sure how far I’d go, how carried away I’d become once I had her tender young pussy at my mercy.

I was imagining her riding the train, sitting in a corner, watching for other passengers as she slips a discrete finger in her cunt. Thinking about my cock, thinking about it driving into her almost-virgin fuckhole. I can hear the rattle and hum of the carriage on the tracks and the world whizzing by outside and the whole din drowning out her mantra…..her fuck my cunt cries and her slut pleading for a stiff cock to rape her over and over….and over again. I can see it in my head, I can see my bitch fingering herself, needing to cum, then remembering my instructions. My instructions to finger-fuck herself all the way to me, but not to cum….to stop just in time and let her sweet pussy throb and drip….and when it was safe, start again….start thinking of that cock inside and bring her snatch to a simmer….simmering and aching for dick as she steps out on the platform.

I want her ready to go, eager and hungry for my bastard.

Lily noticed me almost immediately, and I her. She looked just like the pretty young thing in the photos in my wallet, which she’d sent me over the net amid a plethora of emails and late nite chat. Those chats, those emails….they were her slut manual….instructions for the greedy whore she kept hidden. In all those words, she knew everything. Every detail of her submission, every secret on how to pleasure me, all the loving readiness.

Fantasy was over and the real world was about to come crashing in. The teaching was done and now the practical examination was about to begin.

My baby-doll princess was ready for a proper fucking..

She put down her bag and we nervously made our greeting. I could tell she was simmering, she was too inexperienced to be able to hide it. It had only been a couple of minutes since she’d pulled her fingers from her pussy just in time, and endured the torturous fantasy of how warm it is….how warm my cum is as it splashes her lips and face….she could almost taste my penis as the train shuddered to a stop…could almost feel my bloated cockhead on her tongue….determined to be the good girl I expected her to be.

I looked down at her, her up at me. Beautiful Asia. So sweet, expression blooming, cheeks flush and smooth, staring into the blackness at the center of her big brown eyes. It was the horniest moment I’ve ever endured, and every time I’ve looked into her eyes the same way since. Her slut was hesitant, but I could see her in those eyes. Her soaking pussy exposed to the cool air and my bursting cock and those innocent eyes surrendering to the fright, to the admission, to the point she had to have her mouth against mine.

Her arms drew round my neck and I pulled her to me. I sucked her tongue and squeezed her tight. She was trembling, engrossed as I was in a slow, grinding, tongue-fuelled kiss. Trembling in my arms, her tight little cunt chewing itself, hungry to swallow dick. I could tell it was almost unbearable for her. She’d whipped herself up into such a cock-frenzy during the journey, her face seemed a little delirious, drunk on the begging and torment deep in her vagina.

Her lips pulled away and parted, her helpless expression gazing at me. I looked into her eyes and asked her whether she was ready to be my girl. Lily nodded and we kissed tenderly, until I suggested we go to the car before I dragged her into the nearest toilet cubicle and fucked her up against the door.

Her eyes were saying yes, please….fuck me now.

Another time, sweetie, but not for our first time.

My mouth tasted like a cunt and I knew she’d been sucking her own pussy-soaked fingers on the train. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road with her in the passenger seat. Just a girl, not long since eighteen. Deflowered, yet her pussy was still to be broken-in….a tender vice, unwilling and defiant, yet begging to be violated. Unlike most Asian girls, Lily had shape and tits and an ass and glorious tanned thighs that melted together into delicious puppy fat. I could see the baby-soft skin of her breasts and the darkness of her cleavage. I’d masturbated a hundred times to the thought of my cum running across her silken breasts.

She’d never had a man cum on her tits.

Still a virgin in so many ways.

As we stopped at a junction I told Lily to pull up her skirt so I could see her pussy. She did as she was told and treated me to my first sight of her young vagina. Skirt and no panties, at my behest….and this was the reason why….so it was right there for me at all times….so if I want I can take her by surprise whenever I please. I’ve since come to love her sense of panic when I’m giving her no warning. The momentary confusion just before she realises that it’s a fucking she’s getting….the realisation makes her slut flood out of her….and run down the insides of her supple thighs.

I told her I wanted to watch her finger herself as I drove her home. Her obedience made my cock throb. She said her snatch was slick and sopping, and started stroking her clit as her thighs peeled apart, exposing her delicate, puffy labia. I glanced at the road, then back again. Her fingers slid inside, her ass slid to the edge of the seat. Two glistening fingers fucking her sticky little hole.

I told her she was a good girl….to finger that pussy….harder….dig deep. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened and her eyes closed and all I could think of was where there might be a turn-off, a quiet country road….get anadolu yakası escort her out of the car and over the trunk…..bend her over and stab her stubborn pussy with that hard cock she craved.

She could see it….I could see it, and in both our minds we saw my slick swollen shaft pumping her beaten pussy….dragging her out and screwing her against the car. But her orgasm was imminent, having stewed deep in her cunt for all that time on the train.

Lily would love that, but she’d never make it, not the way she was frigging herself. Her hips were grinding, sprinting to an orgasm. I encouraged her and told her that I was going to give her what she’d needed….something warm and stiff and alive inside her. Her free hand reached out to my lap, fingertips grazing my swollen cock underneath. Her hips bucked and I said I was insatiable thinking about how tight her sweet pussy was. As her hips bucked again and she started cumming, I told her that I hoped her pussy was so tight I’d have to make it hurt a little….to get all the way inside…..to get really deep inside her.

Lily moaned loudly at my words and frigged her pussy quickly, then slower and slower, slowing to a stroke. Her chest was heaving, back arching as her hips spasmed and her thighs started to tremble. Her fingers slid out of her and she began massaging her cherry, melting into the seat. We drove a silent mile as she sat there, legs spread, oozing in the aftermath of all that teasing on the train….all that cock inside her mind.

She looked at me as I slowed the car. I pulled into a lay-by and parked.

Her face looked so fresh and relieved. She stared at me waiting for me to say something. I leant to her and kissed her. Little slight kisses becoming fuller, her hand back in my lap and then my whispers in her ear.

“I thought I asked you not to cum.”

I was so unfair. I felt her tremble and she said she was sorry. I stroked her cheek and ran my thumb a across her lips and she said she was very sorry. Her sudden nervousness made my balls ache, the hint of fear in her eyes sending lovely blunt throbs through the length of my cock. I told her that bad girl’s get a slap and an ass-fucking. She looked in my eyes and kissed my palm and said that it was up to me to decide whether she was a good girl or not.

“Put me in my place,” she said.

I pushed my thumb into her words and she sucked it like a little dick as I held back my bastard, held down the urge to slap her across her pretty face. I told her that she was still learning and this one time I thought it would be for the best if she just sucked my cock.

“Whatever you tell me to do,” she said nervously.

I felt her hand squeeze my shaft and I told her to take it out and put it in her mouth. As she unzipped me, I told her she was my cocksucker….show me your fastest blowjob, sweetie. She went down in my lap, held the shaft and rolled her lips down as far as she could and started briskly. Her head bobbed as my cock pulsated in her warm small mouth. I was almost there right away, her sucking was so ravenous, so desperate, so needful. My cock was delicious and my cum was boiling and rising and I did not slow her down….my prick was eager and throbbing and I pleaded with her to not stop…to not stop that hungry young mouth.

I brushed her hair away from her face and watched her….my sweet angel, eighteen all over my cock and balls….just a girl blowing me, tender innocence starved of giving head. And those yummy sounds she makes as she sucked me down, drawing that prize of spunk from my balls.

Almost right away, my excitement was so great, I told Lily I was going to cum and I reached around her neck and stroked her throat. I could hear my cockhead popping from her lips. Her sucks were so deep….and her toneless moan each time my cockhead bulged in her cheek was the catalyst….the pulse that made my dick explode, filling her mouth with sudden bursts of semen. I felt her throat contract in my palm as she swallowed my cum, and with each jerk of my cock, with each mouthful, I felt it again.

Lots of cum for a hungry girl….a full tummy and cock flavored kisses.

Her lips drew back, resting on the rim of my cockhead, her little tongue mopping at the beads of spunk every time she ran her fist up and down my shaft. Her face pulled away from my lap and I saw the tip of her tongue run across her spunky lips and down into the corners where she’d spilled some.

Lily leant forward and kissed me, softly, and looked into my eyes.

“Can we go home now?” she said…

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 anadolu yakası gecelik escort 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.

“I can feel that in my cunt,” I heard her say.

Shy girl spoke. Surprise struck me, halting my attention to her….my smile caused her to laugh and she could tell immediately how arousing her slut-talk was….to both of us. I was back on her mouth, kissing her roughly, my palm skating along the back of her thigh, where I felt her greasy cum up oh so near her sopping snatch….dripping for it….lubricated and ready to receive the penetration of a man’s hot stiff meat.

I told her to take her clothes off. Take them off.

Lily peeled herself and threw the tank and blouse to the carpet. She leant forward and I watched her reach around to the back of her skirt and unzip it. She rolled onto her back, into a big cushion, and drew her legs up and over onto the seat. As I took her feet in my lap she lifted her skirt….fingers lifting the hem along her soft delicious thighs…and the succulent “Y” where they meet her pussy. Shaved and puffy and smooth, her slit peeking, crown by the hood of her clit. I bowed into her lap and kissed her clean hairless mound and smelled her cunt…a musty devil-scent…the absolute aphrodisiac that sent shockwaves through my cock and caused pre-cum to leak from its head. The smell of horny pussy, all sopping and slick and ready for prick….a filthy hot humid bitch in heat.

I licked the center of her Y, right on her peeking clit. I heard her muffled squeal and pulled my mouth away….and as I did this I took her by the calves, dropping her left leg off the edge of the sofa and her right upward, hooking it over the back of the cushion.

I looked down at my spread Lily. Eighteen is beautiful, eighteen is fresh and clean and I want to make her dirty and guilty….guilty of being a slut….which I’d teach her would be nothing to be guilty about.

Her nakedness as I’m fully clothed. I told her it felt like she was my fucktoy…for me to play with…and she’s taken the wrapping off.

“One you can open up and play with whenever you want.” she said.

Her expression was automatic, something she couldn’t help, like the slut inside was awake and commanding her mouth rather than the shy young thing who’s usually in control.

Shy girl had the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. The final fading puppy-fat of her little girl remained, encroaching on her thick puffy outer labia, split by a dark slit and a clit trying to get out. I took her hands and drew them both between her legs. I sensed her fear return and her nerves and I told her to spread open her pussy for me. She nodded, licked her lips, and I watched her splay her pussy with her forefingers, showing me her pink. Salmon coloured petals, shiny like a mirror. I ran my finger tip over each in turn and looked at her watching my hand….looking at me as I touched her swollen clit. Small, sensitive and budding and burning….her head tilted back as her eyes closed and she melted back into the cushion. I stroked her flower and teased her greedy fuckhole, circling like a cunt-vulture. Fucking gorgeous little twat…the breasts of a woman….an ass born to take cock….and an angel-face hiding a whore. My own sweet living fuck-doll.

The grip on her pussy lips drained away and as her labia closed I ran my finger through her pink and straight into her sopping box. He legs contracted slighty, back arching, belly rising, tits heaving, head kicking back. Her arms rose and she threw them over her head.

I pushed my finger in, the walls of her young pussy tightening around me, like a mantis grabbing its prey. Her twat was so hungry, so fucking sticky. I felt my fingertips ride the wall of her slick vagina, all spongy, yet strong as a vice. I pushed to my knuckle, provoking an aching moan from my bitch, and another as I began rolling her clit under my thumb. I wanted to get her blood up…..brew her randiness….get her begging for cock.

Her nipples were hard, her tits flush and silken, belly falling and rising, legs limp and wide. Giving her snatch a good service. I gave her asshole a tickle and she almost jumped, then jumped for real as I started pushing my forefinger in her pussy alongside my middle finger. Two thick man fingers mining her little fuckhole.

I saw her bite her lip as I dug deep, then gasp and moan beautifully as I managed to work two fingers into her. My fingers pumped her, my thumb terrorising her throbbing clit. She got tighter the deeper I finger-fucked her and I declared to her that my cock was going to have trouble getting this deep….

“Oh, sweetie, your cunt is so fucking tight,” I blurted, grinding right down onto my knuckles.

I saw her whince and made her whince again….and again….and whince for me, girl. My cock was dripping as I hooked my fingers right up deep inside her. Her expression strained violently, my rough fingers invading her…and again, because her face looks so pretty in delighted anguish…..such a beautiful tortured expression….show me your slut….I want my bitch.

“Fuck me,” she sighed.

I could hardly hear her.

“Oh, god, fuck me,” she groaned, “fuck my pussy, baby…..”

She smiled, but there was no embarrassment about her slut taking control, just her begging eyes staring into mine and her moving lips chanting for me to fuck her.

“In my pussy…” she cried, biting her lip.

I shook my head and I sensed a flash of anger at my denial, but her sparking eyes faded and closed as my fingers finally drew down so deep her cunt started choking on my intrusion.

I told her that her pussy was so tight….the tightest. I told her to clench and her vagina bit my fingers….this made my soaking cock throb and just before she was about to cum, just at the second I was sure she was over the edge, I pulled my fingers free. I watched her orgasm, watched those hips grind and that cherry burn and my tender young bitch cum. Her hands returned to her lap and her eyes opened as she stroked her throbbing cunt.

Her lips were apart, dry and taking air, slowly growing into a smile. Her legs fell off the top of the sofa and she crawled toward me, her eyes staring into mine as her nakedness straddled my lap. I ran my cum-soaked fingers around her big, softening nipples and she watched as I sucked each back to hardness. I felt her hand through my hair and her other hand take my wrists and draw my sticky fingers to her mouth.

Lily looked down at me and as she sucked my fingers in turn and then both together, I felt her light touch run along the arcing bulge in my pants. Exuding confidence all of a sudden…..sure of herself….with the face of an angel and the eyes of a hungry slut. My bitch had risen from my shy girl…..I felt like she might just rape me where I sat.

She reached over and chugged at her wine and then descended on my mouth with hot boozy kisses. My hands ran over her perfectly round ass…….and as I split her cheeks and rubbed her tight anus she sucked on my tongue….kissed me…felt my finger dip in her cunt for some cream for her asshole. As I rubbed it over her hole she looked down at me, face curtained by long dark hair.

“You fucking slut,” I said.

Lily squeezed my cock as I said it and she told me she needed it. She needed it inside her pussy so bad.

Her expression was desperate, her nipples hard in expectation.

It would have been cruel to deny her any longer.

I was going to enjoy myself being cruel to her. There would be a little bit of pain just to remind her who she belonged to, but it was also her vagina that I wanted to make scream. It was aching and post-orgasmic and so slick and ready for prick….although aching isn’t begging and just plain slick isn’t a pleading pussy.

I imagine Lily would have done anything for me at that moment. My naked little girl, all slave-like as I led her to the bedroom. Anything. I told her that the bedroom was her cage, the bed a sex-altar, and that she was my sacrifice, just come of age to be slain by cock. Anything my filthy mind could conjure….all of those deplorable and degrading thoughts…..my full bastard treating her like shit…..we could hardly contain ourselves.

I gave her ass a stinging slap as anadolu yakası sınırsız escort I pushed the door open, and followed with the wine and cock. Lily rubbed her stung cheek and pulled a face. I told her in my most heartless voice that I was sorry….and pulled her naked body to me for a sloppy snog. I trapped her against me and held her jaw so her sweet mouth couldn’t get away from the raping my tongue was giving her. I gave her small mouth as much tongue as I could and span her against the wall. My dick felt like an iron bar in my pants, desperate to spring free and fill her young snatch to it’s tightest limit.

My hand held her there by the neck, and as her eyes closed and her mouth gaped I finished my tongue-assault. I felt her tense and her hands grab my waist as I gripped her throat…..and harder when she squeezed that iron bar in my pants. That’s what the my bitch wanted, to get hold of my cock, to get it out and push it through her slit and guide it straight into her sopping box.

I swear I heard Lily grunt as the clinking sound of steel cut through our yummy moans.

Her lips kept closing and suckling my tongue and I set her free to see her eyes dart to the handcuffs in my hand. I released her neck and she stared me dead in the eyes as I took her wrists around her back. Her mouth was gaping and that new found confidence had surrendered to the delicious fright of her shy girl….I could see the nerves trembling through her, the weakness of the knees folding slightly as she heard the raking teeth of the cuffs. Tight and cold against her skin.

She was helpless and I could smell her excitement…..smouldering and ebbing from between her legs…..I could smell her cunt……like a dog to a bitch in heat. I told her. I told her that I could smell that cunt of hers…..that once fresh snatch now filthy and sticky and stinking deliciously…..I told her she was a little whore and she gulped and admitted it.

“A dirty slut…..just for you….” said her shy girl, nervously.

Submission made her twat ache for dick all the more, and helplessness made her lovely labia all slippery, her nipples harden….and the surrender of all argument took her little pussy to whore heaven….a place where she could bloom and be a cumslut…..laid down and used as a fucktoy….like she dreamed about late at night in bed alone….two fingers in her tender pussy instead of my determined violation…..finger-fucks instead of my dreamy, violent penetration. She wanted me to bang her and bone her ruthlessly…..merciless strokes raping the depth of her almost-virgin puss.

I gave her a peck on her lips and said, “You’re such a good bitch, Lily.”

She shuddered and her shoulders bumped back against the wall. She pushed her hairless mound at me like a filthy tart and I stroked it with my fingertips. So smooth, so soft, such a delicious pussy…..such a young pussy…..pubescent-like and forbidden. Her eyes drew narrower and naughtier and her mouth opened wide, then closed, her front teeth grating over her bottom lip. Fuelled by wine. If she were an actor they’d call it “hamming it up”, but it was exactly what I wanted from my bitch….to play that shy little girl to the hilt. To revert to her girl knowing that if I spread her pussy open I’d find a dirty slut. Exactly right, sweetheart. This was a good girl….this coy young thing was the kind of good girl that got what she wanted……and she’d only been rewarded once, a long time ago, by some boy she’d trusted her cherry to……almost a virgin, yet she knows how it feels to have cock inside.

We were getting delirious, drowning in the smut of the occasion.

I started unbuttoning my shirt and she licked her lips and I told her that she’d been a very good girl……that she hardly spilled any cum in the car. I pulled my shirt off and gave her a kiss and asked how was it to have a mouthful of cum.

“Lovely,” she whined.

It was okay if she was lying, because there’s absolutely everything horny about cumming in a girl’s mouth who doesn’t care for the taste of cum. Either way…..although it was clear she lusted after the act of it, because she has to…..because she’s terrified of the ass-fucking I’ll give her…..the ass-fucking she secretly craves, yet fears in equal measure.

Lily watched my hands unbuckle my belt and draw down my zipper. She peeled her ass from the wall and bumped my knuckles with her thrusting mound. Eager expectation crossed her expression and she licked her dry lips……and let out an unrestrained moan as I presented my cock to her. I could see the lust flood her sweet Asian face and her teeth grind as she looked at me…..but she couldn’t keep her hungry eyes off my dick…..couldn’t stop licking her lips…..couldn’t keep her mouth shut……couldn’t quell the electric tides running through her starving vagina. That’s it….a beautiful sexy eighteen year old…..panting…..anxiety rising……young body at the mercy of my touch……almost begging……almost.

She held her breath as I pulled back the foreskin of my cock, and groaned and licked her dry-again lips at the sight of my cum-covered purple head. As I pointed my glistening end toward her Y, Lily pushed her silken baby-girl mound to meet it. I greased her shaven mound with my sticky pre-cum and ran my cockhead up to her pierced belly-button and back down, leaving a shiny cum-trail on her baby-soft skin. She was almost breatheless….stern nips and blushing breasts……a delicious desperation she couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back.

“Oh, yeah,” she enthused as I gave my cock a few strokes with my fist.

I drew a couple of beads of pre-cum to her peeking clit and she quivered…..we could both see it shining at the top of her slit, right there where the soft hood of her clit poked through……a tiny hint of her sweet jewel. I bumped her cherry with the tip of my leaking cockhead and her bum pressed against the wall…..she looked at me, mouth gaping, lips dry, and I felt her sticky thighs peel apart……inviting me in.

Now she licked her lips wet-again, now she was looking down at my cock in my clenched fist…..guiding the head down onto her burning clit. Her lips opened and she stopped breathing as we watched my cockhead slide between her barely-parted thighs. I heard a sorry whimper and she swallowed dryly and licked her lips once again. As my shaft started to vanish, I could feel the top of my head parting her juicy puffy labia. It was so slick…..and resistant right down at the center of her pussy lips kiss….further and wetter…..I felt the resistance give way…….and sensed I was right there, her sopping cunthole directly above my pulsating cockhead…..I could feel where her little hole was, absolutely dripping…..and amid all the slipperiness, my cock throbbed and we felt my head poke her cunthole…..just slightly….just her snatch giving my burning head a hot wet kiss.

“OhmyGodI’mgonnacumagain!” she cried, “put it in-put it in…..put it in….”

Lily groaned and her chin rose sharply to show me her slut face. She was so beautiful, her shy girl shattered, her radiance shining past the point of any inhibition. My glowing slut stared me right in the eye, feeling the tremors of a quake that was about to start just about where my flaming cockhead was blistering her melting vagina.

“Please,” she said, laughing, panting, her face drawing as she saw the lust in my eyes. “Please,” she insisted, kissing me, “I wanna cum all over your cock.”

She looked down at my angry prick and back into my eyes.

“I want it…..I have to have it.” She sounded so sincere.

I came down on her with a hard kiss that softened and became juicier and wetter until we were licking each others tongues. I told her amid our kiss-along that I was going to bend her over the dresser and fuck her like a dog fucks his bitch.

She shuddered at my bastard words and almost came.

Lily glanced to it across the room……it had a large mirror……she could just about see my ass in it from here.

She looked at me and I said, “So you can look at yourself while I put this into you.”

She looked at my cock, in my eyes and to my lips and kissed me.

I looked down at her and her eyes flashed up at me and she said, “Bend me over and fuck me like your bitch…..”

I gazed down at her precious face and for a second I wondered how wicked it might be of me to deny her……maybe one more time……could I be that cruel?

She gave me another lick and kiss and I sensed a little bit of shy girl come out to play….to intice me…..to make me lose my cool and be a savage about it…..she knows I can’t resist.

Lily looked at my cock…….her flat tongue licking to the corner of mouth, where its point savored the fading flavor of my cum.

“Please,” she said.

I looked down at my Lily…..I kissed her sweetly and grabbed her by the cuffs.

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