The devil's advice

He couldn’t believe he was in this predicament. Lily was in his bedroom, & he was stuck out here. She had known he was only 18 as soon as she had laid eyes on him. He probably shouldn’t have tried to lie about it.

Cybering online had been wonderful. Even if she had been plain, her communications had excited him beyond the point of needing her to be beautiful in order for him to want her. When she mentioned she would be in his area for business he had jumped at the opportunity to offer her a place to stay. She had shown up, sexier-looking than he’d hoped for, & quite cross after a minute’s inspection of him. All he’d been thinking was that he had his own apartment. He’d forgotten that he’d told her he was 30. Oops.

So she had claimed the bedroom & the liar had to sleep on the couch. He lay on the couch, absently fondling his member as he imagined her preparing for bed behind the closed door. His bed.

In his fantasy, as in some of their online sessions, Lily stood before him in a white summer dress, with her black hair streaming down her slim shoulders. Slowly, she slipped a strap over her shoulder & pulled down, revealing the luminous curve of the side of her breast, little by little, until the fabric cleared the most projected area & the entire creamy globe, & candied nipple, was bare. The other side of her dress followed, at a slightly quicker pace, because simply exposing herself was making her excited. And then, with the dress barely still hanging on her body, Lily straddled him, & he suckled & licked her gorgeous nipples until she reached down into his pants & pulled his struggling erection out, & then she…

He didn’t want to continue on with the fantasy. He was beginning to feel pain.

So this was the end. Their online excursions had been brought to untimely demise because he wasn’t close enough to her age. And because he had lied. So now here he was, a barely legal liar with a huge boner & a beautiful, highly sexed woman in the next room.

So the angel on his shoulder admonished him.

Give me a break, a voice said. It was the other shoulder. Surprise. The angel-devil thing had been a joke.

She’s in your house. She’s had virtual sex with you a million times. And it was good, the devil said.

Go in there & show her you’re a man. That’s what women want, & what they can’t refuse. Don’t discuss it with her — get in there & ravish her. You already know her soft spots.

He sat frozen on the couch. Ravish her?

This thing is rock hard, kid.

It was.

Don’t think about it, you idiot. Get in there. Go.

The angel wasn’t saying a word.

He got up & put his hand on the doorknob. As his bedroom door opened, he saw her, in a short gauzy nightgown (no doubt intended for him if he had actually been 30), turning around in alarm, momentarily too surprised for the rebuke that would surely be issued from her lips if he didn’t act quickly.

No discussion. In another step, he was on her, & she retreating backwards until she bumped up against his bookshelf. She still hadn’t uttered a word, only a shocked gasp. He could see her nipples through the translucent gown, & he grabbed both breasts in his hands through the thin fabric as he buried his face in her neck.

She smelled beautiful. He massaged her heavy, heaving globes, raking her hardened nipples with his thumbs, as he mouthed her smooth, cool neck & bit her earlobe. Her breathing grew faster. She made a noise in her throat, but words seemed to escape her.

His throbbing erection was now pressed into her belly, & through his pajama pants he could feel her silken thighs. He brushed himself against her & felt her body tense. He had to keep riding the wave.

Her heavy breasts bounced when he yanked her bodice down. Cupping both mounds, he began to lick the skin around Lily’s areolas. Goose bumps appeared as the cold air touched her wet skin. His hot tongue lapped at one breast, then the other, describing, but never meeting, the aching, rigid centers. Bent slightly backwards over his bookshelf, Lily moaned; it was the sound of surrender.

“Do you want me to suck them?” he asked. His voice was hoarse. Mutely, she nodded.

“Beg me to suck them,” he said. He was starting to get the hang of this.

Lily hesitated, momentarily undistracted by his tongue & balking at the requested act of submission. He reached down & dug his fingers into her slim waist while with the other hand he squeezed her right tit & sucked hard just below her nipple, as if to hickey her. Lily gasped & arched her back, as if offering her tits up to him. As he resumed aggressively licking her breast, he heard her choke out, “Please suck them.”

He ignored her & began sucking just next to her other aching nipple. His hand wandered down & grabbed a handful of ass. Amazingly, his erection had reached a point of stasis. He was in control now. He would come when he was ready to, & that wasn’t yet. Who said 18-year-olds couldn’t control it?

Lily was breathing raggedly now. She barely got the words out: “Oh my God, please suck on my nipples.”

That was good enough.

He fastened his mouth greedily to her left nipple, sucking hard & squeezing roughly with his right hand as his left hand plucked at her other nipple, tweaking & pulling at it. Lily’s hands were convulsing on his shoulders. He took her other breast in his mouth, mashing her nipple with his tongue, while she moaned & squirmed.

He whipped her around & pushed her down on the bed. She was completely pliant now, her gown bunched up around her lithe waist, her shapely thighs wrapped around his hips. He thought of her earlier rejection of him, before ever even laying eyes on his 18-year-old hard-on, which, he was pretty sure, was quite large even for a 30-year-old. He wasn’t going to make this easy.

She had pulled his pajama pants down, & was gazing wantonly at his erection. She definitely was ready. Well, not yet.

He flipped Lily over onto her stomach, & before she realized it, had wrapped her wrists together behind her back with his pajama pants. Houdini would be able to escape, but not Lily. He flipped her back over, & he could see that she was enjoying this in spite of her alarm.

With her hands behind her back, her breasts jutted out & he couldn’t help taking a quick, sloppy mouthful of tit, & then he pulled her bunched up nightgown down over her hips. She lifted up eagerly. He crawled up on the bed so that his face looked down on hers.

His hand found the wet crotch of her panty, & stroked her cleft through it. Lily gasped. He pushed the wet cloth to the side with his thumb & stroked her wet folds again. Her skin was like silk; apparently Lily was a Brazilian girl. Lily’s hips bucked toward him but he held her down with his palm. Two fingers massaged the outside, then slid into her hairless pussy with ease. Lily cried out. He stared down at her face, contorted with need.

She stretched forward, trying to kiss him, but he wasn’t in a kissing mood. His fingers stroked in & out of her soaking cunt, speeding up until he was slapping her vagina with his hand, literally finger banging her. She was crying out now, “Oh my God, oh my God!” Her arms struggled, undoubtedly wanting to reach over & grab his dick, but they were restrained. “Please,” she said.

“Please what?” he asked her. She was taking a serious beating, her luscious breasts jiggling with every slap to her pussy.

Wait for it — wait for it —

“Please fuck me; please put your dick in my pussy,” she begged. No hesitation there.

He yanked his fingers out from between her tensed thighs & with one hand pulling her panty aside & the other pushing her thigh to the side, he rammed his swollen dick into her wet, juicy cunt. He was huge at this point, & he had waited long enough. Gripping her hips he drove into her, over & ov
er again, watching her scream in pain & ecstasy while her tits bounced with the impact. He came after only a few minutes, in an explosion of color & sound.

He collapsed on top of her.

Over his & her ragged breathing, he heard the devil chuckle.

Good job, kid.