“Yeah!” She moaned under the T-shirt, “YEEAAAAAAH!”
She lowered her legs , wrapping them tightly around the backs of his thighs just above his knees and stretched her arms downward to grab his humping ass cheeks. She dug her nails into his flesh and clawed her way into the greasy crack of his ass. Held tightly in her grasp, he was nearly immobilized. Pulling hard on his ass, Lilly began to jackhammer her cunt up and down the hard shaft of his cock. As the speed and urgency of her thrusts increased, her vaginal secretions boiled out her, and began to drip from his cum-swollen balls. The wetness made an obscene sucking sound as her belly beat against him with each of her thrusts. Her own powerful musk now mingled with the perverse potpourri of vile scents that ran into her nostrils like gutter water draining into a street grate. Her moans became wails and shrieks of lustful derangement. Her hips were now a blur, greasing his pole with rapid, violent piston-like strokes. Her fingers dug into either side of his ass crack, tugging imploringly, as if urging him to give her all that he had. As she felt him cum, she imagined her cunt filling with hot jets of curdled semen and felt it oozing out of her with each upward thrust of her hips. All of her senses: sight, touch, taste, smell, and hearing were bathed in a lascivious brew of defilement. She felt herself descending into a churning cauldron of filth. “Jesus Christ!” she screamed as she felt the swelling waves begin to break, “Jesus Fucking Christ!”
He did not see the soiled shirt that lay across Lilly ’s face; he saw the soft features of his mother and his long-lost love and through the warmth of Lilly ’s embrace and in her softness and clean feminine fragrance, felt the peace and comfort that women give to boys and men. He saw in their soft loving faces what he had long ago sacrificed for the hard cruel life of booze and the streets. But the soothing warmth and peace he felt were transient, ephemeral pleasures; Lilly ’s relentless sexuality would not let the long dormant beast of his male lust rest any longer. The rising heat in his crotch stirred more primal hungers and warmth and peace surrendered to lust. His lost love’s sweet smile morphed into the open mouthed panting of the Fayetteville whores who had taken his money and his cum with equal enthusiasm. His mother too now moaned obscenely and begged him for his cock. He felt her wrap her legs tightly around his thighs and passionately claw his naked ass cheeks. With every nerve in his body, he ached to empty his balls into his mewling mother and his long-lost love and to drag them with him back into the maelstrom of lust and wickedness of the Fayetteville whorehouses.
The two women’s cunts – his envisioned mother’s and Lilly’s – worked rapidly and mercilessly on the shaft of his throbbing cock and drew from him twenty years of pent up jism that he released in wave after agonizing wave of thick cum. He filled Lilly to overflowing and still she didn’t relent. It spilled out of her pistoning snatch and ran between their bellies, mixing with her cunt juice and amplifying the suction between them. He gripped her shoulders and, as he looked into her lust filled eyes, he heard his mother scream back at him “Jesus Christ! Jesus Fucking Christ!” while she arched her back upwards and pulled her legs downwards as if trying to thrust her spasming cunt through his spine. Collapsing against her, he closed his eyes and shuddered with her as they waited for the tide to go out.
After a few minutes, he rolled off her and lay beside her on his back. Lilly pulled his dirty t-shirt from her face and breathed in the heavy night air , now laden with the scent of sex and filth. She gazed into the starry sky and let the almost druglike contentment of her hard orgasm continue to subside. She could feel his massive cum shot leaking from her still engorged pussy and reached her hand down and rubbed it into her furry mons and distended clit, in slow sticky circles. They lay there in silence for ten languid minutes before he slowly raised himself up and kicked off his shoes and his pants which had been bunched at his ankles and began to pace aimlessly around the small clearing as the confused, intermingled visions of three women contested for his attention and credit for the night’s pleasures. He picked up his wine bottle and took a few long drinks and then resumed his nervous pacing. Lilly sat up to get a better look at what he was doing and noticed his cock had become semi-erect. Thick globs of half-congealed cum clung to it and were tangled in his pubic hair. Just as she was beginning to feel the first pangs of fresh arousal from this new vision of perverse sexuality, the derelict turned and walked toward her until he was standing over her.
“Open your mouth”
Lilly looked at the greasy mess of bum cum, pussy juice, and grime that stood before her. His sweat had run down his chest in thin rivulets carrying with it the ground in filth that covered his unwashed body and left little tracts of white, semi-clean flesh in their wake. It collected in his pubic hair which was now a sticky stew of musk and cum and sweaty muck. The smell and sight were so overpowering that Lilly hesitated involuntarily for a moment. But the pounding of her heart and the surge of desire at the impending humiliation and continued degeneracy carried her through.
“Suck me! Clean me!” he croaked and she opened her mouth and leaned forward to receive what she now wanted more than she had ever wanted any of her grandmother’s steaming pies. She kept her mouth open just wide enough for the limp but swollen cock to fit between her lips. To Lilly’s delight she noticed for the first time that he was not circumcised. Taking his still flaccid cock in her hand, she gently pulled back the foreskin to liberate his glistening purple cockshead, coated with a thick putrid film of snot-like slime. Gobs of fetid cock-cheese encrusted the fleshy flared head of his cock and the underside of his foreskin. She sucked it hungrily, swallowing the globs of cheese, cock snot and cum– his and hers – savoring the fetid, salty sourness. She placed her hands on his hips to steady him and then began to rock her head back and forth slowly and seductively along the length of his growing cock.
Lilly sensed that there was still more cum in his swollen balls and she thirsted for it. She raised her eyes and caught his alcohol-dulled gaze and determined to bring him out of his stupor to feel the intensity of the pleasure she was giving him. She ached to wake his lust and incite him to further defilement. Still gazing into his eyes, she began to message and squeeze his sweaty balls. His eyes widened and she let her front teeth begin to graze the head of his cock on her upstrokes. He shuddered and she twisted his balls ever so slightly and she felt his cock surge in length and girth, filling her mouth and nearly choking her.
Now she had his full attention. He grabbed her roughly by the hair and began trusting savagely into her throat. Still squeezing and twisting his balls, she reached her free hand behind them and slipped two fingers into his filthy asshole and sought the place she knew would make him explode. With practiced knowledge beyond her years, she found the walnut-sized swelling of the bum’s prostate and messaged it relentlessly. She knew it was coming; she could feel it building at the base of his cock before he did. At the instant before he released, she twisted his balls violently while thrusting her fingers hard into his asshole. Lilly pulled her head back slightly so that the head of his cock was pressed between her tongue and upper teeth. Hot jets of cum bathed her tongue and pallet and dripped slowly down her throat. As the bum spasmed into her mouth, he nearly lost his footing. He leaned into her and braced himself on her shoulders while his shudders subsided into little quivers.
As she felt him relaxing and shrinking, Lilly slowly finished the job of cleaning him. She held his cock in her hands and licked it up, down, and around; she sucked the last globs of cum from his pubic hair and then slowly and carefully licked his balls clean. When she finished, his legs finally gave way and he collapsed and lay flat beside her. As Lilly looked down at him, she could see the fog rolling back in. He held his flaccid cock almost absentmindedly and began to rub it against the side of her thigh. She looked about her and saw her torn panties laying under one of his feet and her shorts within reach on the edge of the quilt. She pulled her shorts back on and as she began to rise, she felt his hand tugging at her.
“Don’t go. Please. You’re so pretty, you smell so nice. Please don’t go. Stay!”
“No I HAVE to go! Let go!”
She brushed his hand away, got to her feet, stepped over him and through the shrubbery and was quickly in the street, hurrying past the old school building and heading south back to her grandparents’ house. For the first time in what seemed like weeks, the ache was gone. She felt soiled, used, and defiled – just the way she liked to feel sexually. She smiled to herself. Even she couldn’t believe what she had just done. It was foolish, reckless, dangerous, but mostly it was utterly perverse and profane. And that was what, above all else, she craved from sex.
It wasn’t until she was back in the close quarters of her bedroom that she realized that his smell was still with her. She was drenched in it – she reeked. She carefully opened the door and could hear the loud humming of the fan in her grandparents’ bedroom. As usual, they were dead asleep and would hear nothing. She tiptoed down the hall and into her bathroom. She stripped off her blouse and shorts, stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed behind her. She started to reach for the faucets, but as she bent forward she caught sight of a strand of cum hanging from her cunt and stopped.
She reached her index finger down between her legs and caught it like a thread of melted cheese dangling from a warm triangle of pizza. She raised it to her open lips, caught it on her tongue, and carefully drew it into her mouth where she savored it while it slowly dissolved into her saliva and slipped down her throat. The taste triggered the familiar, insistent, stirring between her legs and she sank slowly into the tub. Leaning back against the rear of the tub, she spread her legs out, resting her feet on either side of the drain. She stroked her clitoris in soft concentric circles, every once in a while, dipping the index finger of her other hand into her oozing snatch to snare another dollop of cum which she rubbed into her nipples and belly.
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