Sex & Violence with Leanne - Sex Stories

Sex & Violence with Leanne

... closed her eyes and breathed quietly, letting me watch her enjoying several small orgasms as my hand worked away inside her, feeling how wet she was getting.

Occasionally she murmured quietly “We can’t have sex....we can’t have sex....” It sounded like a mantra she was repeating to herself.

I pulled her blouse off and flipped her bra across the room. I laid her back on the couch and slid her miniskirt and panties off.

Naked, she spread her legs complacently as if resigned to having yet another man have a screw with her. I positioned myself over her nude body, starting to undo the buttons of my 501’s. I grinned down at her while I slowly exposed my erection button by button.

I peeled off my sweatshirt while proudly allowing my schlong to hover above her mousy brown pubic thatch so she could get a good look at the big hard fuck stick she was giving up for her future with an alcoholic, deadbeat dad.

Life was perfect. Or at least perfect from the viewpoint of a young man with a hard prick sticking straight out from his body and a willing girl naked beneath him with her legs spread. She would be Garry’s sex partner in a few days but that didn’t matter for the next several minutes.

Leanne reached up and pulled me down towards her. She wrapped her arms around me tightly. My nose was buried in the perfumed skin just below her jaw.

As my penis fully penetrated her vagina, buried right up to the hilt in her, she pleaded “Don’t tell Garry.” I knew then that I could ...

... have raped her and she never would have told anyone; better to let me get away with it rather than have Garry know I had had her body.

I didn’t answer her. I vindictively let her chew over the possibility that I would tell Garry. I hated her and I loved her and both emotions drove me to start ramming her willing cunt as hard as I could.

Part of me wanted my cock to give her so much pleasure she would instantly come back to me, part of me wanted it to hurt her. I pounded her ass into the sofa as I banged away, wanting to finish before her roommate came home.

The harder I fucked her the more she got into it. Despite herself, she began arching her slim body up into mine as I thrust deep. Leanne had a way of using her vaginal muscles to grip your cock in first one place along its length, then at another place. She knew I got off on her doing that and kept squeezing my prick while we screwed. I think it was another ego trip for her that she could pleasure a lover that way, but that was okay.

Before too long, she started to climax, panting rapidly “Oh, baby...oh, baby...o-oh bay-by” then she let out a long “ohhhhh.......bayyyyyy-beeeeee....!” while her chest flushed red as she orgasmed.

I looked down at her really getting into it and reflected with a lot of satisfaction that she seemed to be incapable of going a week without some cock inside her. Any cock.

I still gloat that I had used her own sex drive to foil her intended fidelity to Garry; maybe I hadn’t been ...