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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.

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This story, as with all my others, is dedicated to the one person who 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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