Swaying seductively and shivering with lust and anxiety over what she knew she was about to do, she moved slowly towards him like a metal filing shimmying to a magnet. He didn’t notice her at first but when she was nearly on him, her faint moon shadow fell on his downcast face and he slowly raised his eyes to catch a silhouette that he immediately recognized as female. Lilly stepped slightly to his right to let the moonlight illuminate his face. He was perhaps 40 years old, but like all of his kind he looked much older. Like feral dogs, they are reduced to a single monotonous physiognomy by the great leveling effects of the harsh environment that is their home; they are truly brothers, spawn of the same cruel and neglectful parents. His oily very dirty blond hair hung in long gnarled strings that partially draped his face. Through the filthy tangle, Lilly could vaguely make out a deeply lined forehead that sheltered drooping eyelids and alcohol-dimmed eyes, windows to fear and confusion. His mouth was partially opened to aid his labored breathing; his broken teeth were stained and yellow and his lips, though permanently parched from elemental exposure, were now mercifully soothed by a glistening purple film of cheap wine.
His wildness, his foul odor, his patent undesirability and, above all, his filthiness enflamed and frightened Lilly all at once. But instead of snuffing the flames of her lust, the fear that he might be violent or murderously sadistic only fanned them. She took another step towards the seated bum and, was now nearly straddling his drawn up knees. Her advance startled him and he hunched down protectively against the headless parking meter. His eyes were wild and fearful. Lilly fixed him with a steady but soft, almost sleepy, gaze, spread her fingers wide and dragged her hands slowly up the front of her shorts until they reached the hem of her blouse. Her splayed fingers closed gently over the hem and, still gazing at him, she slowly drew her blouse up exposing the soft warm flesh of her flat belly.
His eyes had remained fixed on hers so she nodded her head downward. Following her eyes, he found the fine dark muff of fur that spilled over the top of her waistband short inches below her perfect navel. Illuminated by the soft moonlight, it was a landscape of near perfect femininity – a landscape so totally alien to him, that it took a few seconds for him to absorb it and understand that a sweetly beautiful young woman was in the slow and deliberate process of becoming naked for him.
As she slowly dragged her blouse up her belly and over her ribs, Lilly could feel the warmth spreading out from her cunt in ever widening ripples. When the hem of the blouse reached the swell of her small but perfect breasts, its already slow ascent was momentarily arrested as it caught on the taut points of swollen nipples. A quick jerk and the two perfect chocolate kisses of her puffy areolae were bathed in moonlight. Her eyes had never moved from his face and she was keenly aware that his gaze had followed the path of her blouse up her abdomen and had come to rest on the twin beauties of her round firm breasts. Never in her life had she felt like such a wanton slut; never had she felt so nasty, so in violation of good taste and discretion. And she loved it.
He still had not spoken and though his eyes had widened and fixed on her bare tits, his expression had not changed.
“Would you like some?” She asked softly, the corners of her mouth upturning in the first hint of a smile.
He stared back at her with distrustful, confused eyes.
“Ain’t got no money.“ He said in a thick, unfamiliar accent , clutching his bottle closer to him.
“I don’t want money. I want to know if you like these” She said thrusting her tits forward. ”Would you like them? You can have them. It’s OK. I want to give them to you”
“You ain’t no whore? You ain’t lookin for customers?”
“No, I want to let you play with my tits.”
He set the bottle aside, stood up slowly and took her arm and sat her down on the grass. Then he crouched in front of her and started to rub her breasts awkwardly though her blouse. The feeling was electric. Lilly pulled the blouse back up over her breasts and gasped as she felt his sweaty gnarled fingers closing around her soft warm breasts. He kneaded them roughly – the way she liked, not the way a lot of the boys from her neighborhood. Her sighs quickly turned to moans as he dug his filthy finger nails into her tender areolas. He raised his eyes from her breasts, the distrust and fear now replaced by lust, but just to make sure he asked “You ain’t no whore? I don’t have to give you no money for this?”
“Oh God no!” She gasped “Just take whatever you want from me.”
He got up again and grabbed her firmly by her shoulders and dragged her back from the curb through some bushes and into the overgrowth of the park. Just through the bushes and out of sight of the street, was a small clearing that was strewn with his junk – everything he owned in the world. Most of it looked to be old clothes, much of which was stuffed with other odds and ends into two rusted shopping carts. He let go of Lilly’s shoulder and rummaged through one of the carts and pulled out a soiled old quilt and spread it on the ground in front of her. He sat down on it, pulled Lilly towards him, and laid her down on her back.
He pulled her blouse back up over her tits and yanked her shorts and panties down to her knees. She was breathing hard and her senses were assaulted by the nauseating smells of urine and stale body odor that rose from the foul old quilt. She felt his rough beard on her soft belly and felt the hot wetness of his tongue on her navel. He sucked and licked noisily down her warm belly to her pussy, leaving a swath of thick slobber from her navel to her mons. When he reached the black curly thatch of fur that covered her cunt, he began to the lick and probe hungrily. She was already wet and he could smell the musk of her vagina and was trying desperately to get its taste into his mouth. But because her knees were locked together by the shorts and panties that he had only half-way pulled off of her, she could not open herself to him as she ached to do, but instead was left to shudder as his tongue probed but could not reach the treasures it sought. She could hear him murmuring how nice she smelled and how good she tasted as he tried to snake his tongue into her tethered twat.
The alcoholic fog lifted for a brief moment and the transient realized the barrier that her shorts and panties presented. He abruptly straightened up, tore her panties away, roughly yanked her shorts off, and tossed them aside. Looking down at her gorgeous young body, long dormant primal biology came roaring to full wakefulness: his cock was throbbing and his balls were boiling. He pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head and dropped it, oblivious to its falling over Lilly’s face. He pulled his pants down to his ankles freeing his painfully bent cock and spread her lovely legs wide apart. For the first time, Lilly’s carnivore saw her raw red meat. Eight days of anticipation and abstinence had primed her throbbing tunnel and the rough attentions of the most forbidden and vile creature that had ever defiled her sweet womanhood had stoked her libido to eruptive intensity. Her labia had become obscenely engorged and her cunt lay open for him, revealing a dripping red gash that seemed to be thirsting for his cock.
He knelt between her legs and lifted them on to his shoulders, grasped her hips, and slid his thickly veined cock deep into the sopping crimson of her cunt. He felt soothing warmth envelop him as he lay against her soft, moist flesh. As he breathed in her clean feminine smell, long dormant memories stirred. Soft, warm, and clean were conditions that had long been absent from his life; gone since the war – no, even before that. Memories of the smell and feeling of femininity were more distant yet. As he stroked his cock into the warmth and pressed himself into her tender flesh, he felt her arms go round him and pull his chest tightly against her breasts. He bent his head low and buried his face in her silky black hair and breathed its fragrance. As he rocked in rhythm with Lilly ’s rising crescendo, the memories came flowing back to him through the fog. There was a face – a woman’s – his mother’s – he was a small boy again and she held his sobbing, quaking body tightly to her while she rocked in a slow steady comforting rhythm. She was soft and warm and he felt safe. There was another face – a young girl, his first and only love, who long ago had become irrelevant in his daily battles for existence. She too was warm and soft and he moved with her in the same, but more urgent rhythms. His mind drifted back from one comforting face to the other and for the first time in more than 20 years he felt peace; he felt pleasure; he felt woman.
Lying under the filthy T-shirt, Lilly was completely enveloped by his foul body odor and tingled with anticipation of what she knew was coming. She saw the shadow of his form move between her legs and felt herself being spread wide, the wetness of the night air penetrating into her vagina as her labia were parted. She was about to violated by sheer scum and she ached to feel what she imagined was his spoiled seed spread over the throbbing barrel of her cunt. She felt his weight come down on her. Though thin, he was big – six feet at least- and he completely covered her. Pressed tightly against her and naked, he smelled even more evil than his clothes. As he moved over her, she breathed the unmistakable smell of sweaty, unwashed asshole. The stench almost choked her with its foulness, but like everything else in this intensely filthy space, it heightened the pleasure of her defilement. As she felt him enter her, the realization that this beast was inside her, sent her over the edge; she arched her back, stiffened for an instant, and then Lilly fired her jets.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and reached around his back, crushing her nipples into his chest. He had buried his head in her hair on her right shoulder and she could feel his hot wet breath on her ear which was rapidly becoming soaked from his drool. His breath, rank with the odor of bad teeth and cheap wine, was trapped on her face by the shroud of his t-shirt and her own matted hair. The sweaty weight of him as he pounded her gaping and exposed cunt, the rasping of his spittle-laden breath in her ear, the intermingled scents of unwashed sweat and asshole, urine, and wino breath enveloped her and filled her with a delicious sense of unholy defilement. She welcomed the filth and the degradation and, as she felt her lust growing out of control, Lilly teetered for a second on the edge of indecision. Should she abandon herself completely to the bestial urges that vied for control of the last vestiges of decency in her soul? Should she let go? Should she give herself up to this foul, drooling savage in this pit of filth?
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