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Subject: {ASSM} *NEW* Leigh 02: My Turn by Joshua Gordon (MF, cons, teen)
Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2001 19:10:04 -0500
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This work of fiction is of an adult nature and is not intended for people 
under the age of 18 or those offended by sexual situations. If you should 
not be reading this, please don't read it.

(C) Copyright 2001 by Joshua Gordon. Feel free to distribute this story to 
any non-commercial forum with the author's name and disclaimer unaltered. 
Other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the author's express 
permission.

Please feel free to e-mail me at joshuagordon78@hotmail.com with any 
questions, suggestions, or comments.

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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

Please send feedback! I'd love to hear your opinions, ideas, and suggestions 
as I work on future stories and installments.

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