Little Lily Loses
Her Innocence
By Anna Austin
Description:
Lily is frustrated. Eighteen and beautiful, she has
suitors cuing up to woo her. But her father will not have it. She is to be
respectable, a spinster who cares for her sick mother.
So Lily rebels. She heads for the docks, looking for
sailors to satisfy her dark fantasies. She wants to be treated like a harlot-but she has no idea what she's getting herself into...
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With that, the men pushed her up against the brick wall.
Lily gasped at their rough handling of her. Within moments they had her
stripped her completely naked, shredding her clothes in their eagerness to get
at the flesh beneath. She covered her breasts with her arms, now unsure if this
had been a good idea. She felt, exposed, vulnerable. Yes, it was exciting. But
did she really want to surrender her virtue against the wall of some filthy
alley?
She looked at the two men who were leering at her,
suddenly indignant. How dare they treat her like a common harlot? The black
sailor came closer and she slapped him hard across the face. He only smiled at
her as he grasped her elbows, pulling them apart to reveal her pert young tits.
"You like it rough, eh? Me and my friend here will accommodate ya,
in all your holes." He picked her up and threw her up onto a box, putting
her bare slit level with his face. The Englishman smiled, eyeing her
cunny hungrily. The black sailor spread Lily's legs
and lit into her pussy with his tongue. Lily gasped, hardly able to believe it was really happening. A man was pleasuring her in a way she had never even imagined possible. She
didn't care right now if she burned in hell. If only her
father could see her!
Lily grabbed him by the ears, trying to get her pussy as
close as possible to his wicked tongue. He pulled her roughly towards him on
her bare bottom, but she hardly cared as the wood scraped her smooth skin. She
wrapped her legs around his neck as he continued to lap at her clit, spreading
her silken folds apart with his tongue. The black sailor grabbed her ankles he
unwrapped her legs from around his neck, then lowered
her down slowly as he turned her to face the English sailor. The Englishman was
stroking his cock as he watched his crew-mate pleasure her. The black man bent
her over, putting her level with the bearded sailor's cock.
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Her father's face was now the same color as beetroot. "You will take that back! I will not have you take God's name in vain under this roof! It's
blasphemy! Go upstairs, and stay there until you have found remorse in your
devilish heart and repent your sins in prayer to Our Lord!" Her father pointed up the stairs commandingly.
Lily turned on her heel in way that she hoped expressed
both dignity and defiance, trying hard to give the impression that she had
better things to do than to argue over such trivial matters with her father. She stalked away and climbed the staircase to the second floor where her
bedroom lay at the far end of the hallway. As soon as she shut the door behind
her, her tears began.
It was not fair, not fair at all. Horace was from a
perfectly respectable family, if perhaps a notch or two down the social scale.
His father was a tradesman, true, but he owned his own workshop and their house
was not much small than Lily's own. And he had been perfectly polite,
approaching her father to ask his permission to take her dancing.
Her father though, would have none of it. He had yelled
at poor Horace, then slammed the door in his face.
There had been other suitors, and they had been treated in exactly the same
way.
Why was her father treating her so? Perhaps he found her suitors wanting. He father was ever the social
climber, and it was likely that he intended to make a good match for her,
perhaps even with a member of the nobility. He would find her some aged Lord
who craved young flesh, and arrange a marriage as though she were a horse or
some other livestock.
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