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Copyright 2001 by Joshua Gordon. Feel free to distribute this
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completes me entirely. I love you, baby, and you’re my
inspiration.
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Leigh
- Part 4 – Lightning Strikes
by Joshua Gordon
joshuagordon78@hotmail.com
When I
woke up that next morning, I lay in bed for a full half hour
before I was able to get up.
I was wide awake as soon as my eyes came open, but I just
lay there, thinking about what a literally fucked up week I’d
had. Great sex from
an English girl I didn’t even know, followed by a ball-exploding
handjob from my sister’s best friend.
I still ached a little behind my balls from where Claire
had pressed the night before to enhance and delay my orgasm, but
it was really Leigh that I wanted.
Leigh, that odd red-haired girl with an English accent and
the most beautifully shaved pussy I’d ever seen, in person or on
film.
It was my
sister who finally got me out of bed by banging on my bedroom door
and yelling, “Get up, retard.
Mom has breakfast ready.”
I could smell the bacon and hear the grease sizzling
downstairs, but my mind wasn’t on food.
It was, as before, on Leigh.
Sure, Claire gave great hand and probably would give great
head if the opportunity arose, but Leigh was such an unknown
factor that I had to see her again, as soon as possible.
As I
toddled through the bathroom and my morning ritual, I found myself
wondering if she would be on the bus after work today.
I knew that wasn’t a good track in which to put my mind
because it would stay there the rest of the day, and then I’d be
disappointed when, once again, she didn’t show. I couldn’t help it, though.
Those dark pink nipples pointing off the tips of her creamy
white breasts. The
way her tongue drew between her teeth when she smiled.
The way her hair fell wild and fiery around her.
All of it came together into a bundle of pure, unaltered
sex, packed into a five foot nine frame behind a pair of big green
eyes. I had to have
her again.
Despite my
best intentions, I thought about Leigh all day at work.
I could see the way her breasts had swung in front of me as
she rode me, I could taste the wetness from her pussy on my lips,
and I could feel the smoothness of her shoulders while she fucked
me. Having struck out
Leigh-wise the day before, I was a little reluctant to get on the
bus. But get on I
did, and as soon as I started down the aisle I spotted the head of
ginger red hair midway down.
A smile touched my mouth, and I saw a slight smirk raise
the corner of hers as well when our eyes locked.
“This
seat taken?” I
asked.
“Now it
is.”
Today she
was on one of the bench seats that faced forward instead of her
usual place on one of the aisle-facing seats.
I slid past her to the window side of the seat and felt the
backs of my legs brush her knees, which were exposed by the short
skirt she was wearing. I
sat next to her and could feel her hip and thigh close beside me.
She turned her head to look at me, the smile still on her
face, and rested her right hand on my knee.
“Miss me much?”
“You
can’t imagine.”
“Oh, I
think I can.” He
hand slid up and firmly gripped my cock through my pants and
boxers. “And I
have.”
I drew my
breath in to keep from moaning from the pleasure of this feeling
I’d been denied the previous day. Claire had jacked me off, but Claire was not Leigh.
I could feel each finger distinctly through the layers of
fabric, and I was aware of my cock swelling already.
“You in
a hurry to get home?” She asked innocently, loosening her grip a little.
“Uh
uh,” I managed, shaking my head a little.
“Good.”
She released me and patted my crotch, leaving me stiff and
aching. I had to ride like that all the way to her stop, and I did my
best to mask my hard on from the other passengers when she led me
by the hand off the bus. All
the way to her house, she was demure, not dropping any hints of
what lay ahead. Sex
practically dripped off her by nature, but her attitude had lulled
me a little by the time we went through the front door.
I took a
couple of steps inside and heard the door slam behind me before I
felt her jerk me backwards by the collar of my shirt.
I heard it tear in the front, and then I hit the wall with
a thud and an “Uh!” My
breath left me with the impact, and before I could try to gasp her
mouth was covering mine, her tongue probing deeply into my mouth.
I managed to get a quick breath as she kissed me, and then
her hands were on my shirt, up at the collar where it had torn.
With a quick yank she shredded the rest of the shirt all
the way down the front, exposing the slowly fading scratches
she’d left the first time.
Buttons clattered against the wall and floor, but she went
straight to work on my pants, leaving my torn shirt hanging off my
arms. She had to take
a little more time with my bottom half, jerking loose the belt and
undoing the button and zipper.
That done, she yanked everything down at once, and my once
again hard cock bobbed up in front of her face.
“Yum,”
she purred and slid halfway down my cock before drawing her mouth
back up over the head and letting go with a wet pop.
I couldn’t help groaning by then, and she pressed her
hands against my hips on either side of my cock, holding me
against the wall as she went down again.
This time she sucked more of me into her mouth but didn’t
quite go all the way. Her
cheeks enclosed and milked me, sliding up and down, and wet me
with saliva as her lips formed a tight ring that jacked me and
kept me throbbing. The
next time she went down on me, her neck jerked forward, and I felt
my entire cock slide into her mouth and the head hit the back of
her throat. She
coughed as I went deep, and I groaned louder, pushing my hips
reflexively against her face.
Her lips
were wrapped around the very base of my cock, and she left me like
that for a few seconds before sucking hard and sliding back up and
over the head. When
she pulled me out of her mouth I was completely soaked with her
saliva. She grabbed
my cock in a tight fist and started sliding her hand up and down
the shaft, jerking me fast and hard.
I was breathing harder, and when I looked down at her she
met my gaze with her fierce green eyes.
A wicked smile parted her lips and she extended her tongue
to swipe a drop of precome off the head of my cock.
The head swelled in response, and she slipped her hand off
the shaft to take the whole thing into her mouth again.
She bobbed all the way down, gulping me into her throat and
then pulled me back up to stroke me once more.
She was
squatting with her knees apart in front of me, and her left hand
moved beneath her skirt as her right hand went up and down on me.
When she pulled her hand back, she reached up to spread her
moisture over my lips. Still stroking me, she slid up my body and licked across my
mouth, tasting herself. “My
pussy is wet for you,” she whispered, taking my right hand with
her left and drawing it between her legs.
“See?”
Without a
word, I cupped her bare pussy beneath her skirt and immediately
felt the drenched lips. My
middle finger slid up the middle and into the soft wet hole.
She sighed heavily and squeezed my cock almost hard enough
to hurt. The smile
was on her face again, and she leaned close.
“Let’s try something other than that finger, shall
we?”
Before I
could respond, she grabbed my hard cock and positioned and slid it
into her in a swift thrust that slammed me back against the wall
again. A picture
frame rattled near my head, and for an instant I thought it was
going to crash to the floor.
It didn’t, but she did crash into me, bucking her hips
against me, barely allowing me to move while she took me.
Her pussy was soaking wet, and it smacked around my cock,
gripping me and sucking me deeper into her with each thrust she
made. I grabbed her
ass beneath her skirt and felt the bare skin of her cheeks, which
weren’t covered with even so much as a thong that day.
When I squeezed and pulled the cheeks apart a bit, she
groaned next to my ear and slammed me harder, in turn causing me
to moan.
Balancing
herself against me and pinning me to the wall with the same
motions, she rode me fast. I
could see my cock disappearing into her and reappearing as she
pulled back, rising and falling in a soaked and feral rhythm. I could feel my come ready to explode but held it, not
wanting to come before she did.
My reason quickly dissolved when she banged her hips into
mine one more time and let out a piercing scream as her pussy
muscles contracted and writhed around my cock.
I had to clench my teeth and flex my stomach muscles to
hold my own orgasm back as I watched the waves wash through her.
As they were subsiding, she hissed into my ear, “What the
fuck are you waiting for?”
“In
you?” I grunted,
still fighting for control.
“In me.
Now.”
“God. .
. GOD!” My muscles
released, and then a new set of muscles contracted.
I felt my cock jerk as the first shot poured into her,
filling her pussy and coating my dick inside her.
She reached down to squeeze my balls lightly as the second
and third shots came out, and I finished, panting into her hair.
“Holy
fuck,” I said, my breath coming raggedly.
“Hardly,
sweetie,” she said, gasping herself and still pushing me against
the wall. My cock was
softening inside her but tensed when she contracted her pussy
muscles around it, squeezing it hard before letting it drop out,
bringing a stream of my come and her pussy juice with it.
She stooped in front of me and licked the stream of fluid
that dangled from the end of me and then pulled my jeans and
underwear back up, fastening them and adjusting the belt.
“Sorry about the shirt.”
When I
looked down I saw the shirt was in shreds, completely ragged from
her mauling. I
couldn’t summon words but managed to gather enough of the
material around my shoulders and chest that I wouldn’t draw a
huge amount of attention before I could change.
She was saying something else, but I wasn’t even
registering it as she ushered me out the door and left me standing
on the front steps. I
licked my lips and tasted her mouth there, and when I looked back
the door was shut, and she was gone.
My legs were working, but barely, and I’m sure I stumbled
a little as I made my way home, clutching the ripped shirt around
me like a security blanket.
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Coming
soon: Leigh - Part 5 - Turnabout
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