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   (C) Copyright 2001 by Joshua Gordon.  Feel free to distribute this story
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   Leigh - Part 4 - Lightning Strikes by Joshua Gordon
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   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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