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Leigh
- Part 2: My Turn
by Joshua Gordon
joshuagordon78@hotmail.com
She flattened her hand
against my chest and pushed me back hard into the sofa and bared
her teeth in a hungry smile.
Without breaking her gaze from mine, she slipped my belt
through its loops, unfastened my jeans, and pulled the zipper
down. Her fingers
slid between the open flaps of the zip and worked their way past
the elastic band of my boxers.
Her hand lingered there for a moment, massaging the skin
and rubbing over the dark curls that meandered down from my navel.
My stomach tensed when I felt her cool fingers brushing the
warm skin beneath my belly, and her smile turned into a grin at my
reaction.
She came up to her knees
and slid her hand farther into my boxers, moving down into the
thicker pubic hair. I could feel her palm flat against my stomach and her fingers
tangling in the hairs as they went lower.
My cock twitched in anticipation, and I felt it thicken
along my thigh. Her
hand brushed over the base of the shaft, and I moaned
involuntarily at the touch of her hand on my penis.
“Raise up,” she whispered, and I hoisted my ass
obediently. She
tugged at my jeans and boxers, dragging them down past my hips,
over my thighs and knees, and finally pulled them off and tossed
them to the floor.
She was still smiling, her
eyes full of lust and her lips glistening where she had just
licked them. Her
hands slid up my thighs and under my shirt, pulling it up as she
went until I raised my arms and allowed her to drag it over my
head. I heard the
shirt hit the floor somewhere near my jeans, but my attention was
focused entirely on this redheaded nymph kneeling between my legs.
She sensed my desire as her hands slid back down from my
shoulders, and she moved them closer in over my chest.
With a low and sudden growl, she jerked her hands down my
front, raking her nails over my chest.
“Christ!”
I jerked back as the fire of her nails seared my skin, and
my hips jolted forward.
She growled again, her
grin wicked now, and let her eyes travel down the red marks
she’d left on my chest and settle on the space between my legs.
My freed cock was semi-hard, hanging heavily against the
sofa. My left thigh
remained a bit damp from where a little precome had seeped out
while I was eating her a few minutes ago, and it was this small
patch of wetness that drew her attention.
She extended her tongue delicately and drew it across the
clear liquid. She
pulled back, and I saw my precome stretch from the tip of her
tongue back to my thigh. I felt a new rush of blood flow into my cock, driven by the
pure eroticism of what she was doing.
She hovered her face over my thigh again and licked her
tongue flatly across, lapping up all the remaining precome.
Never losing contact with my skin, her tongue then licked
in to the inside crease of my thigh and across through the pubic
hair to the base of my cock.
She licked about an inch down the shaft before moving away
again to study her tool.
I moved to sit up a
little, and she shoved me back again in the seat.
“Stay.” I
settled into the sofa, watching her face, and she said, “Good
boy.” Satisfied
that I was going to play her game, she took my cock in her right
hand and began stroking it slowly, starting at the base and
pulling the skin toward her, then stroking it back down and away
from the head. I was
growing even harder in her hand as she stroked me, and I could
feel the shaft of my cock swelling in her grasp. While her right hand stroked there, her left came up to cup
the head and massage it gently as it grew larger and the skin
tightened.
“Want me to suck you,
baby?”
“God, yes.”
She parted her lips and
dragged her tongue over the lower one, leaving it shining with
saliva. Then in one
quick motion she took me into her mouth and slid her lips about
halfway down my cock. Her
tongue was roughly silky along the underside, and I felt the
insides of her cheeks sucking in against the head.
I groaned, and her hands slid around to hold my ass,
squeezing me as she went down on me.
She was breathing through her nose, and her breath came hot
over me. Leigh raised
her head all the way off so I could see my cock, covered now in
her saliva. She
covered the head with her right hand and slid it up and down a few
times, rubbing the sensitive underside, now slick and wet.
I exhaled heavily, and she replaced her hand with her
mouth. This time she
didn’t stop halfway down; she pushed me all the way into her
mouth and made a quick coughing noise as my cock slipped into her
throat. I moaned
again and let my head fall back against the sofa.
She was bobbing her head now, devouring my cock with her
hungry, hot mouth. She
moved quickly on me, taking me all the way down and back up again,
using only her lips and tongue; her teeth never grazed me even
once.
Her mouth squeezed me,
drawing me to complete hardness, and I felt the tip of my cock hit
the back of her throat a few times as she went down.
“God, that’s good,” I half muttered.
With that, she sucked all the way from the base of my cock
up to the head, pulling it out of her mouth with a wet smack.
She raised my cock with her hand, holding the head between
her fingers, and licked down the length of the underside,
squeezing and stroking me as she worked. Her tongue passed the base of the shaft and moved over my
balls, tracing their shape and wetting them.
Her lips caught the loose skin that covered them and tugged
at it, pulling them tight while she jacked me with her hand. My cock twitched, and she extended her tongue, sucking one of
my balls into her mouth. It
was enveloped with the hot, wet, satiny textures that had encased
my whole cock just a few seconds before, and I felt her tongue
flick over the ball, tweaking it and causing me to gasp.
She released it from her mouth, and I felt it drop wetly
against my thigh.
“Now you get to fuck
me,” she said, her eyes nastily sizing my cock, which stood out
at a hard angle from my pelvis.
She wrapped her right hand around it as she climbed on her
knees to straddle me on the sofa. She didn’t push me directly in.
Instead, she lingered for a moment, letting the head of my
cock graze the outside of her pussy.
She worked her hips as she did it, sliding my dick between
the lips and letting me feel her own wetness practically dripping
down. Leigh smeared
my cock with it and drew lazy circles with her pussy until I was
entirely stiff and aching to be inside her.
And then she sat hard and
fast, impaling herself on me.
We both drew our breaths in gasps, and I opened my eyes to
see us joined, my cock entirely buried in her pussy.
Her shaved mound had settled onto me, swallowing me whole.
The overhead lights sparkled on the wetness that covered
her lips, and I saw the nub of her clit poking out round and hard
just above where I entered her.
She sat there like that, holding me inside for what seemed
like an eternity, letting me feel the slick smoothness of her
vagina enclosed around me. She
was tight and wet, and when she rose up a few inches I could feel
the head of my cock throbbing inside her.
Her pussy lowered onto me and rose again, establishing a
rhythm as she pumped me in and out of her.
I wrapped my hands around
her backside and cupped her ass, squeezing both cheeks while I
moved my hips to match her strokes.
She sighed and tilted her head back.
Her hands went to her breasts and pushed them together,
thumbing the already hard nipples. I leaned up and licked her breasts, tasting a fine sheen of
salty sweetness on her. Her
sigh became a moan, and she moved faster, riding me like a woman
possessed. Her eyes
were closed, and her mouth hung half open, the tongue occasionally
slipping out to wet her lips again.
And all the while her pussy milked me, stroking my cock
deeper into her. Each
time she lowered herself, I felt my balls swell with her weight,
tightening them rhythmically and pushing them closer to coming. Urgently, I hammered my hips up into her, and she grabbed my
shoulders to steady herself.
“Harder,” she managed.
“Fuck me harder.”
I obliged, my thighs now
slapping her ass as she came down on them.
Her breasts swayed as she moved, her chest reddening as it
had before. Her lips
were moving soundlessly, her breath coming roughly and with
effort. “God,”
she moaned. She came
up fast on her knees, my cock trapped in her vagina, and her pussy
squeezed me so hard I bucked against her involuntarily.
She cursed and squeezed my shoulders harder, her nails
digging in as she came again, this time with me grasped inside
her, clenched by her muscles.
“Fuck!” She practically screamed as the biggest wave
came over her, and I groaned, knowing that I couldn’t hold back
any longer.
Her eyes came open as she
felt my head swell even bigger inside her, and she quickly pulled
up, popping my cock out of her and grabbing me with her hands.
I winced to fight the contractions, but it was no use.
Her mouth slammed over my cock again, and she sucked hard,
harder than she’d done earlier.
“I’m—oh God.”
And my cock spasmed in her mouth, firing the first shot of
come over her tongue. I
heard her throat swallowing fast as another spurt filled her mouth
and then another. My
hips pressed hard against her, and she sucked me dry, gulping down
every last drop of come. She
sucked me until the last of my contractions had passed, and my
cock was limp but still thick in her mouth.
When I was finished, she drew her lips all the way up and
over the head, cleaning off any come she’d missed as it came
out. My slick and
shrinking cock slipped between her lips and fell down against my
emptied balls.
I was breathing heavily
and dropped my head forward, exhausted, to look down into her
eyes. “That was
amazing.”
She smiled and leaned up
to kiss me briefly, her lips still moist and red from sucking me.
“But now you have to go.”
“What?”
“My mum will be home
soon, and we don’t want her walking in and find you with your
cock flopping about and my belly full of come, do we?”
She pushed my clothes into
my hands, and I found myself pulling the boxers and jeans over my
legs and tucking my cock away while my head still spun.
“When—”
“Shh.”
She pressed her lips over mine again and dragged me to my
feet. “Get dressed. You
have to go.”
“Will we be able to . .
. I mean, could we—”
“Yes, now go, you silly
thing.”
I was just finishing
pulling my shirt back on when she kissed me one more time, and
then she was shooing me downstairs and out the door.
The bus long gone, I managed to stumble my way home, my
balls still throbbing from my explosive orgasm.
My legs felt like rubber bands, and my hands were still
trembling when I got home. Not
wanting to have to deal with my parents who were no doubt immersed
in Wheel of Fortune, I went in the back and crept upstairs as
carefully as I could.
I closed the door to my
room and winced as my shirt stretched across my chest.
There was a mirror over the dresser on the far wall, an old
one that had been some sort of family heirloom.
I went over to it and pulled my shirt over my head,
cringing again, and then staring into the glass.
The eight deep scratches showed blatantly across my chest,
nail marks from her passion.
“Leigh,” I whispered,
remembering her red hair pooling around my thighs when she took my
cock into her mouth. And
with a tiny smile I realized she hadn’t even asked my name.
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Coming Soon:
Leigh Part 3: Homework
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