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Freshly Fucked Glow (mf, voy, ff)
by LeAnna (leanna1@hotmail.com)
Date: 3/4/99
***
So, that bitch LeAnna thinks she can just walk back into our lives?
She vanishes without a trace, leaving us denizens of alt.sex.stories
with nary a poem or story, and then suddenly materializes with 26k of
thrashing and moaning?
Apologies, dear readers! The beast known as Real Life(tm) caught up
with me. If any of my fans remember me - which I doubt - know I do
have several stories waiting. Meanwhile, here's a stroke for you.
So, for now, enjoy -- that is, if you're the age of consent in your
jurisdiction and not offended by erotic materials. Email the author
questions or comments at leanna1@hotmail.com, and please, if you wish
to repost her material in any media, request permission first.
['Freshly Fucked Glow' by LeAnna]
I stood on the doorstep, listening to the loud music and chatter of
the party inside. I grinned when the door opened and held up my
goodies - two six-packs of Guinness. "This enough for the cover
charge?"
Abby's bright eyes twinkled as she laughed and hugged me. "You
shouldn't have."
"It's okay. Just wanted to make sure there would be enough beer for
me."
"No, really, you shouldn't have. We've got two kegs and the fridge is
filled with cans and forty's. But, let me take that for you." She
handed me a beer and winked at me as she headed over to put the rest
away.
"Oh. Well, a little more beer never hurt a party." I shivered and
lifted my skirt to follow her inside. I wandered around for a moment
before making my way to the back balcony, which was thick with smoke
and bodies. I glimpsed a few friends of mine on the lower level,
standing in a circle with a pipe. Another friend wandered up to me
and we said a few words before she disappeared back into the crowd.
I watched the party absently for a few minutes as I finished my beer.
I wandered back inside to get another one, stopping to say hi to
several people, and walked into the living room to sit down for a
moment. The stereo thumped a hard rhythm from the corner, and it was
deserted except for a couple of people chatting by the doorway. Most
of the party was outside and in the kitchen right now. I glanced
around, about to get up and head back outside, when I caught a glimpse
of someone very familiar to me.
A beautiful young man, Liam, worked through the crowd, his eyes fixed
on me. He had apparently just arrived, as his coat was still on. A
wide smile spread itself across my face - I wasn't sure if he was
going to show up or not. I stood up to greet him, giving him a big
hug and kissing him on the cheek.
Liam was British, having moved to the states a few years ago. He was
devastatingly handsome and a great fuck. I'd missed him.
He smiled at me, apparently reading the hunger in my eyes. "So it's
been . . . two, three days?" He had an accent to his soft voice.
He leaned down to kiss me. I obliged eagerly, and exhaled when he
broke off the kiss. "Much too long."
He nodded in agreement. He put his arms around my shoulders and swung
his hips from side to side in time to the music. I followed suit,
pressing my body tightly against his. I buried my head in his chest
and inhaled his sweet smell while pulling him even tighter to myself.
I couldn't help myself. I could just barely feel him rigid against
me, so I ground my pelvis against him, relying on his coat to shield
us from the world. Yes, that was his erection that I'd felt defined
through his slacks. I took my arms from around him and slipped my
hands inside his coat, dropping down to cup his behind, which caused
him to exhale sharply. He pressed against me, his firmness shifting
to my thigh. Determinedly, I centered it between my legs, thrusting
my hips higher and higher with every pounding pulse that the music
made. It was as if the world was gone, and it was simply the two of
us.
I leaned over and caught his earlobe between my teeth, snarling gently
and running my tongue up along his ear. His faint whisper was barely
audible over the stereo. "Every time I see you, I just want to fuck
you. Just wanna lay you down and fuck you."
I smiled and bit his ear gently. "You do fuck me every time you see
me. We do nothing but fuck."
"It works for me." He was silent for a moment. "Are you sad that we
don't date?"
"No. It saves a broken heart if I keep from getting emotionally
attached."
"I'd never break your heart. You can have me anytime." He nibbled at
my lip.
"Not now. I'm happy now." I smiled up at him and kissed him on his
jaw. He ran his hands up to cup my breasts and I laughed in spite of
myself.
"I can't help myself. You conquer me." He exhaled, his breath hot in
my ear. "I wish I could fuck you right now. God. Why did you wear
that dress?" My skirt, dark red velvet, was snug around the upper
hips and flowed loose under the thighs, down to the floor. There was
a slit up both sides.
"Because it excites you. You can't keep away from me when I wear it."
I grinned at the expression on his face.
"You just want to tease me?"
"Yeah. Pretty much."
He smiled a bit wistfully and brushed my hair away from my face. He
kissed me right below the ear, working his way down my neck. Shivers
ran down my spine, and then he touched the center of my need with a
stray thrust, causing me to gasp and sink my fingers into his
shoulders. I closed my eyes to the sensation, my body afire. I
couldn't take it any longer. I slipped an arm between us and my hand
found his bare hardness, and I ran my fingers along a vein on his
skin. I whispered into his ear, "What would you do if I told you to
fuck me right now?"
He pried his mouth away from the top of my chest. "Let's go.
Upstairs."
He pressed against me harder, forcing me backwards towards the
stairwell, and I took a step behind myself, right onto the hem of my
long dress.
I clutched him tightly, but he had also been caught off balance when
I'd pitched to the side, and we fell down onto the carpeted floor and
- what a pleasant coincidence! - I found my thighs splayed apart with
the thick fabric of the dress, due to the slits on the side, separated
so that the flaps of fabric were askew on either side of my legs, and
Liam was pressed tightly between my thighs. His coat surrounded us.
We sat, surprised, for a half-beat before he leaned close to kiss me.
I could feel his hardness through his boxers, which had inched back up
during the fall. I reached down and pulled them down again, below his
testicles, touching him firmly as I did. He thrust up, down, up,
down, and I suddenly imagined how it would feel without my panties in
between us - hard and hot and throbbing . . . I clenched my pussy in
hunger.
He dipped his head down to give me a deep kiss, his tongue flickering
along my lip, and I shivered, pressing my chest against him. Faint
cheers and applause were audible, and I opened my eyes to find a few
people glancing over at us only to look away, embarrassed.
Abby appeared in the doorway. I gave a start at the sight of her,
feeling a bit guilty about getting busy at her party, but she only
grinned at me coyly.
She was not bad looking, a slight woman with dark reddish hair and a
creamy complexion. She was wearing a sheer white dress, held up by
spaghetti straps and cascading over a clearly braless form.
I blushed and looked away when I realized I was surveying her form,
and then looked back at her again. Her gaze hadn't wavered. She had
a shadow of a grin on her lips, and her eyes darted down to my splayed
legs and back up again.
She wanted to watch, did she?
I leaned forward and caught Liam's earlobe in my mouth, biting it
gently before I released it to kiss him under his ear.
She leaned against the doorway and took a sip from her glass.
I gasped and closed my eyes for a split second when his hand cupped my
breast and his fingers squeezed my nipple. I forced my eyes back open
to gaze at her.
He was lost in my neck, his kisses and gasps like music on my skin. I
drew back and gazed at his face, his lips wet and his nostrils flared.
He looked drunk on passion, and completely unaware that Abby was
watching.
This could be fun.
I reached down to his pants, deftly undid the top button, and slipped
down the zipper.
He nipped at my collarbone and pulled me tighter to him. I watched
Abby's expression carefully as he lowered his face, kissing me on my
shoulder blades and moving downward to my breast as he pulled down the
neckline of my dress. Her clear blue eyes were intent on me, and she
smiled when I gasped in response to his lips on my nipple.
I ran my hands along his backside, caressing him momentarily before I
pulled down his boxers. He shifted his hips from side to side to work
them down to his knees.
Abby licked her lips.
I slipped a hand inside his boxers and found something very hard and
very hot, something I needed desperately. In my mind, I could feel
him pressing against my entrance, could almost feel a long stroke deep
into me . . . I pressed myself against him and his heat permeated
through my panties.
My head fell back into a strangled moan. "Fuck me. Now." I made
sure that Abby could hear me.
"Upstairs." He wrapped his arms under my waist and started to lift me
up. We both weakened at the same time, his heavy breaths and my
wobbly knees overtaking us. An inspiration rushed to me.
I looked him in the eye and whispered, "Liam, I can't wait. I want
you so badly. Fuck me here, now."
He hesitated a second, and then looked into my eyes - he looked lost
in passion. He was so near, so hot. With a groan, he slid along me,
and my pussy clenched, needing him inside me. Moving up and down on
top of me, his wet, needy kisses moved lower on my chest, his
insistent lips shoving fabric aside to nip at my upper breast. My
arms tightened around the small of his back, and I started thrusting
back at him.
Abby's teeth were sunk into her lower lip, and she was methodically
tapping her fingertips on her leg. Her eyes were fixated on our
rotating bodies.
My panties were well-lubricated by now, and slid along with me,
further and further, slipping to the side. I could feel his bare, hot
skin against the junction of my inner thigh. I moved over to the
side, working up, working down, working left, and then down again,
trying desperately to move my panties aside enough to give him access.
Upon failing, I ran one hand down in between us and pulled the crotch
of my underwear against my right thigh.
God! We both gasped at the same time as the base of his cock suddenly
came into contact with slippery, wet skin. Abby's fingers clenched at
her side, and I bit him on the neck, almost gently, and moaned into
his ear, "fuck me now. Who gives a damn about who's watching? God...
Fuck me!"
He hesitated for just a moment, his rhythm disrupted, but it was just
a moment. For that moment, however, I held my breath in trepidation,
and Abby's eyes were wide with worry.
Did he know?
A beat later, I felt the tip of his mushroom head pressing against me,
and I pushed my hips down onto him. Relief and pleasure coursed
through me.
No such luck - I was so wet that it slipped up along my clit, sending
shivers down my spine. He drew down again, positioning himself at my
entrance with his hips, rotating in small circles, the bare tip of his
cock a few millimeters inside me. God, he was good.
I felt a sudden burst of need and when I pressed down on him again,
and missed again, I felt a rush of frustration. He only smiled, his
angular face mischievous. He was doing it on purpose! His cock, now
slippery with my juices, was lightly pressed against the length of my
clit, and he worked it lengthwise along it. With every millimeter of
movement, I craved him more and more. I felt my body slipping deeper
and deeper into the heat of passion, and I almost came, but I didn't
want to let myself come yet. I wanted to come with him inside me, and
Abby watching.
His agile body continuing to play games with me, his lips inched along
the side of my breast, christening it every few inches with a gentle
nip. Abby wet her lips again.
"God, fuck me. Fuck me. Please." My moans were barley audible to my
own ears - all I could concentrate on was the passion that was dancing
between us. He lifted his eyebrows to look at me, his lips on the
edge of my nipple, and suddenly I felt a furious, hard fast thrust as
he pushed into me as far as he could go.
"Ah! God!" I came instantly, punctuating every wave of pleasure with
another moan. I kept my eyes trained on Abby as much as I could, and
her cheeks were red with blush and she kept a tight grip on her glass.
Yet, she never took her eyes off of us. He kept himself in me for
several seconds, thrusting it deeper and deeper inside me, and then as
my orgasm started to taper off, withdrew and thrust hard into me
again, which would cause me to come again. On and on this went
forever, my cries becoming louder as my pleasure became unbearable.
He didn't let up - continued this maddening routine on and on and on -
and then covered my nipple with his tongue and lips, flickering his
wet flesh against my taut nipple. I arched my back as high as I could
in involuntary response, the beginnings of a scream wrenched from my
mouth, and my thrasings became wild and almost violent.
One, two, three slow and hard thrusts forcing my body against the
ground, and suddenly, he was gone, his jaw slackening in utter
pleasure, the expression in his eyes purely vacant. He murmured my
name, over and over, and I could nearly feel him spurting into me with
every syllable. My body still afire with pleasure, I answered him
with, "God, God, God", my body twitching in exhausted continuations of
orgasms.
He fell into me and I wrapped myself around him, kissing his ear,
murmuring sweet things. The world faded into reality again around me.
I saw Abby was still standing in the doorway, looking at me with a
mixture of amusement and hunger. I exhaled, trying to catch my
breath, and smiled at her. She lowered her eyes, her expression
almost shy, and took a drink from her Heineken.
Liam kissed me one last time and lifted himself off of me, trying to
be careful to tuck himself back in and zip up without being
conspicuous. He stood, and I pulled my legs together and pushed my
dress down in a show of modesty, pulling my panties back over my pussy
almost as an afterthought. He offered me his hand, and pulled me up.
I leaned close to him and whispered that he was wonderful. He smiled
and nibbled my ear, whispering, "I'm going to go change the CD."
I nodded. I needed another beer anyway. I walked over to the
doorway, on my way to the fridge, when my hip brushed against Abby. I
gave a start when I felt her fingers against me. I could hear a soft
laugh. She rested her hand on my arm and I turned around to greet
her.
I felt her eyes traveling along my physique. I smiled at her and
bowed to kiss her hand. "Hey, Abby. How's it going?" My words felt
empty - our eyes did all our exchange.
She nodded. "Things are wonderful. But, honey, your dress has a
rip." The expression on her face was concern, but if I wasn't
mistaken, the look in her eyes was as sly as a panther's.
I glanced down. "Where?"
She put her hand on my left hip, and as she dropped down, her hand
trailed along my leg. I shivered, my knees still weak, and she
glanced up and smiled for a brief second before lifting the skirt
around the back to show me the rip. It was in the place I'd stepped
on with my heel.
"Damn. I need to get that sewn up." Her fingers slipped between the
folds of ripped fabric and touched my bare skin. "It wouldn't be so
bad if it was straight. . ." She nodded absently and tickled me with
her fingernails. I was suddenly aware that I hadn't yet caught my
breath. Liam was by the stereo, looking at us with a bit of an
incredulous expression. His eyes caught mine, and he smiled, shaking
his head. I think he had just came to the realization of what
happened.
Her hand was on my leg now, not just her fingers. She looked up at
me, her expression serious. "Why don't we go upstairs and I can sew
it for you?"
"Oh, would you?" My eyes widened. "That would be so nice of you."
"It's no problem. " She stood up, her hand not leaving my skin as she
did. She caressed me just above the knee before she drew it away,
gripping my hand. She leaned close and whispered to me, "You look very
beautiful with that freshly-fucked glow."
I blushed and leaned to return her whisper. "I only wish I had any
right to say the same, lady." I chanced to kiss her on the cheek,
near her ear.
She glanced over at Liam, who was watching us as he absentmindedly
flipped through the CD folder. "Maybe you will." She led me to the
stairway, and a few partygoers glanced over at us. Cathy grinned, a
knowing expression on her face.
Abby was hitting on me. This ravishingly beautiful woman, who had,
only a few minutes ago, stood there and watched Liam fuck me, was
hitting on me. Suddenly I couldn't get upstairs fast enough. She
walked in front of me, a few steps ahead so her behind was level with
my face, and I watched her round hips move side to side through the
sheer cloth for a few moments before I reached up and ran my fingers
along her hip, down her thigh. Her shiver was visible.
I felt my strength and arousal building again. I leaned forward and
kissed the inner groove of her waist. Her hand reached behind her and
she caressed my head.
We had reached the top of the stairs. She turned and caught me off
guard with a hard kiss, her unbelievably soft lips surrounding mine.
Her tongue was slow and deliberate, firm against my own. My hands
fell on her waist, pulling her closer to me, and her own hands cupped
my breasts.
She broke away, gasping. "I don't . . . I don't want just anyone, and
I'm particularly picky of women. But you . . . you're so sexy, and
when I watched you and Liam . . . the way you move your hips and the
way you arch your body . . . I had to have it. I want to fuck you.
You understand?"
"I understand. Just let me have you," I whispered, catching her in a
tight kiss before she had a chance to respond. The way her body
pressed against mine, and the way her pelvis pushed against my thigh,
though, gave me enough answer. She was a small wisp of a woman, short
and slight, so I dropped my hands down to her hips, and pulled her up
to me. I could feel that her thighs were very strong as she worked
her legs up a few inches before wrapping around my hips. I moved my
hands to support her under her bottom, which was covered by a pair of
cotton panties. I moved towards the nearest bedroom that I could see
- out of the corner of my eye, as my field of view was nearly obscured
by a firm breast. Looked firm, at least. I brushed my lips against
it just to be sure.
Light flooded the room I'd entered, and I saw it was sparsely
furnished, with a giant queen-size bed in the center. I nearly ran to
the bed and collapsed on top of Abby. My hands were everywhere, and
she reached around me and started to undo the buttons that fastened my
dress. I ran my fingers up along her body, pulling her dress up over
her head. Now Abby writhed underneath me, nearly nude, her nipples
pressing hard against her bra. She finished with the buttons, and I
lifted myself up to step out of my dress and kick it across the room.
I hadn't quite closed the door all the way, but no bother - nobody
came up here.
I reached back and unsnapped my bra, throwing that aside as well. She
did the same, her big green eyes watching me with an almost unbearable
expression of arousal. I lowered myself back over Abby, my legs
spread over hers, and her hand immediately darted between my legs.
She ran her hand along my panties, which was soaked with thick fluid -
our fluid. She moaned softly and lifted her head up to my breast.
She kissed the side of my chest, nipping it gently, her soft mouth
swirling around it. She ran the flat of her tongue over my nipple and
I shivered, spreading my legs wider without thinking about it. She
pressed her hand harder against me, her palm flat against my clit,
rubbing it in small circles. Her finger pressed at my entrance
through my panties.
I gasped. She was doing things to my breast that no man ever had. My
entire body was awash in warm pleasure. She bit my nipple softly
before taking it into her mouth, her tongue running around and around
the hard tip. I tossed my head back and forth, my hips pushing in
rhythm to her ministrations. She pulled her hand aside suddenly, and
I shivered in frustration before I realized what she was doing -
tugging my panties down. I pulled my legs together to slip them off,
and they joined a quickly growing pile of clothes.
Her fingers were warm and trembled the slightest bit. She held the
tip of her middle finger at my entrance, and my muscles clenched,
trying to pull her inside. She ran her tongue from my nipple down to
the underside of my breast, and right then, she entered me in one
swift motion. My body went rigid, and my loud moan was probably
audible through the upstairs. She wiggled her finger inside me, and
moved it in and out, fucking me. She shimmied her body down to move
her lips even lower, to right above my belly.
Her voice was muffled. "I want to eat your pussy." She licked my
stomach, going as low as her position would allow it - I was atop her,
my legs spread above her stomach. "I want to taste your come mixed
with his."
I moaned as her finger thrust into me again, this time, her thumb
pressed against my clit, which was getting wetter and slipperier by
the moment as she spread my juices around. I wasn't going to refuse
her - my cheeks were red with the blush of arousal, and my legs were
trembling from the heat. I lifted my knees, one by one, and moved
closer and closer to her mouth, her lips trailing further and further
south as I went. I felt the side of her breasts pressed against my
legs as I traveled. I lifted my legs up over her arms and shoulders,
and she moved her arms so she could wrap them around my legs. I felt
her warm, gasping breaths against my thighs for a bare moment before
she kissed them in the same fierce manner that she had kissed me. I
lifted my knees again and crossed them, turning myself around so that
instead of sitting on her face, we were in a sixty-nine position. I
leaned forward and kissed her just below her belly, and her muscles
tightened against my lips.
I lowered myself to her mouth.
Her tongue ran along the sides of my pussy, swirling in talented
circles.
"Tell me what I taste like," I whispered, all too aware of the
dizzying scent her body had.
"It takes like passion with honey. And salt," she whispered back.
She flicked her tongue across me again. "Do I eat pussy as well as
Liam?"
"Mm. God, yes."
"Good." Her voice was breathless.
I nibbled along her skin and mouthed her mound, barely able to keep my
mind on what I was doing. Her scent was overwhelming. I couldn't
help myself - I buried my face into her. She gasped as her legs
tightened around my head, losing her momentum for a flash of a second
before her tongue returned to the rhythm. Her tongue was now
exploring my outer lips, and every few seconds she'd move her
attention to my inner lips. She moved back and forth, the time she
spent in my outer lips growing shorter as the time she spent in my
inner lips grew longer, until she was focused along my slit.
She ran her tongue from my slit to the curve where my inner lips met
my clit, and worked her tongue in tiny darts, working in a furious
rhythm against the incline. I squirmed, momentarily lost in what she
was doing, my hips thrusting in time with the flickers of her tongue.
Her lips came down around my clit, her tongue still focused on the tip
of my inner lips, and I shuddered in utter pleasure once, twice,
before a moan wrenched itself from my mouth and I pressed my face
tight against her pussy, writhing in pleasure. My body was washed in
wave after wave after wave of orgasm, and with every wave, my tongue
worked faster and faster against her. I flickered my tongue along her
clit, nibbling her ever-so-gently, and she responded by groaning and
thrashing underneath me. I was so dizzy with pleasure I thought I'd
faint, and she never let up, not for one millisecond. Her hand
slipped between my thighs again, her finger thrusting hard into me,
and I screamed and bucked against her, whimpering her name over and
over.
She never let up, moaning even as she worked her tongue. This went on
and on and on until I collapsed against her, crushing her with my
weight. I gasped, my body soaked in sweat, my head firmly between her
thighs, my mouth wrapped around her, sucking her clit at a furious
pace. Her body continued to convulse under me for nearly a full
minute before relaxing into the bed. She breathed deeply, fingers of
one hand imprinted deep into my thighs, and a finger of the other hand
still half-thrusting inside me.
I lifted myself off of her and turned around. She snuggled close to
me, her head on my chest. We lay there for a few minutes before she
spoke. "You and Liam taste good together," she murmured. "I want to
taste you both at the same time."
I nodded with a grin. "I'd love to do that. And now that I can say
it, you look great with that freshly-fucked glow."
She blushed. "I'd better sew your dress back together. They'll be
wondering why we're taking so long. Although, that scream you let
loose might have answered their questions."
I blushed. "Sorry." I got up and stretched, tossing my dress over to
her. She walked over to the dresser and took out a sewing kit,
threading the needle as I dressed. I watched in silence as her
clearly skilled hands stitched the rip back together. When she had
finished sewing it, I slipped the dress back on. You could barely
tell where the rip was.
"Thank you. Looks wonderful." I smiled and kissed her.
She smiled and said it was no problem, and we headed back downstairs.
Yes, as simple as that. Waiting at the base of the stairs was Liam,
who looked at us in a bit of an apprehensive manner. I just grinned
at him and slipped my arm around his waist.
It was going to be a good night.
---
Copyright Leanna 1998