Sex & Violence with Leanne - Sex Stories

Sex & Violence with Leanne

... erection thinking how utopian it had been for those precious weeks when I was allowed to suck on that little girl’s nipples and ram my hard on into her, my cum lacing her insides.

As if to make it even harder on me, she modelled the lingerie she had purchased in Edmonton last time there and asked me what I thought. What I thought was “If she’s not interested in me, who is she buying lingerie for?”

And it didn’t help that she still asked for some of my ‘famous backrubs’. She would pull off her top and lie half naked chest down on the floor with her little breasts tantalizingly bulging out from her sides. She would unbutton her Levis and push them down a bit so I could massage her lower back.

With all the teasing she was doing in front of me it would have been best if I had just jerked off and forgotten about her. Instead, I kept my boner in my pants, optimistically saving myself for the night she would want me back.

Who That Lingerie Was For

It took a month of non-sex before Leanne told me the truth; she had decided she wanted to date an acquaintance of mine named Garry. Leanne was a very loose girl and her definition of ‘date’ was very loose, too.

Garry was a nice enough person but was, frankly, uneducated and alcoholic in a dead end job. 15 years older than Leanne, he had abandoned his kids the same way Leanne’s dad had abandoned her. “I can change him....” she assured me when I pointed these facts out to her.

For reasons beyond me, she was going to ...

... offer her body to him when he got back from his out-of-town job. Meanwhile we couldn’t have sex since she was saving herself up for him.

I had earlier had enough hints for a wiser guy than me to have figured out that that was what was really going on but I had been too stupid to see the obvious. Leanne had once had some implausible story about needing to talk to Garry and could I give her his number?

She couldn’t just wait for him to come back to town; she had to call long distance to where he was working as soon as she could get the number from me. And I had unwittingly messed up all her plans by giving her his work number where there was no answer over the weekend.

I had puzzled over the bizarre story she had given for needing to contact Garry, thinking it didn’t ring true. The idea that she was interested in Garry even crossed my mind for a split second before I immediately dismissed it as totally preposterous.

That was the only reason why she had been calling me every other night and talking for an hour or more with me - trying to work the conversation around to Garry to get information about what town he was in and what hotel he was staying at.

And I had chatted with her, played for a dupe, thinking we had some kind of friendship going.

One hopeful evening I went over to her apartment and chatted. I was so thinking we were going to re-ignite things, maybe even screw. This was the night, all the signs were positive...except they weren't. She just out and ...