Message-ID: <11540eli$9805232145@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: leanna1@hotmail.com (LeAnna) Subject: {ASS/M} On Her Leg by LeAnna [m/f] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: leanna1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35670cad.161595802@news.msu.edu> *WARNING* You must be of legal age to view porn in your area to read this. Do _NOT_ repost or archive without author's permission. If I find yet another person reposting my stuff, I just might not post my stories anymore. Contact me at leanna1@hotmail.com -- and my archive is up at: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/ [On Her Leg by LeAnna] She felt it on her leg, just above her ankle. It screamed like a siren to the deaf ears that surrounded her in the busy street. She had worn a skirt that day, a short, daring skirt that showed off her shapely legs and caressed her curves and hips and thighs. Down the street she bounced, smiling at the little girls as they innocently licked their ice-cream cones. They gazed at her in awe, wondering if they'd look like her one day. She smiled at the weathered and worn old men who were bent with age and leaning against their canes. They looked at her with nostalgic grins on their faces. "If I were only 60 years younger!" She looked into the jealous eyes of thirty-year old women with screaming babies pushed in unsteady carriages followed her, some of their eyes narrowed in near hatred and bitter jealousy, other eyes wide in sweet memory, recalling a day that they'd once had her physique. And then there were the young men that stared at her, the ones who gazed at her admiringly, their eyes caressing her smooth form. She was quite a sight, she knew. A girl with long, firm legs and breasts that bounced and jiggled when she stepped. But not too much! Just a slight dance in her step that caused her breasts to sway just so. Long, lush red hair that cascaded over her creamy, smooth skin. A tiny tank top -- she liked to be naked, and this was the closest she could get to being naked on the street. Too bad she was taken. It was on her leg, just above her ankle, and though it was invisible to all the eyes on the street, except maybe when a certain light shone on it, it let her know she was taken. It let her know that she carried him around with her. And that thought gave her comfort. It gave her inner satisfaction. She pushed her hair off of her sticky neck and shoulders, sitting down to rest on a park bench. The hot, unforgiving sun beat down on her bare skin, and she tilted her face to it, letting it warm her the same way that his lips had warmed her face only a few hours ago. She still remembered these kisses, clear as the day. They'd rained down on her eyebrows, her cheeks, her lips, her chin. His lips traveled all over her face, tasting her. Licking her lips. Biting her ear, so gently, tugging at the earring stud that was impaled in her earlobe. As he exhaled, his hot breath washed over her ear, and the next thing she knew his hot tongue was sliding into her ear, tasting it. She'd shivered in unbridled lust and arched her body against his. She shivered on the park bench. A certain, familiar kind of heat was building in her. She crossed her legs, putting an ankle on a knee, and glanced down at her leg. It. She touched it, and closed her eyes, rubbing the spot. Remembering it. When they'd finished, she'd gone downstairs to get a drink, and his mother had looked at her oddly. She wondered if his mother could see it, if she could tell it was there, just above her ankle, if she could tell what they'd just done. He'd been hard. His arms, his stomach, his legs, and most of all, his cock. She'd run her hands over his entire body, marveling at his form. Marveling at how her fingertips had bumped over the ridges and valleys and deltas of his body. He'd glanced around nervously, and put a finger to his lips. Must be silent. His mother was visiting downstairs, in the living room. They'd been lucky to get away together for the spare time they had. God, had she hungered for him. And she'd consumed him, in her passionate kisses, her hungry tongue searching, her body writhing, her pussy needy. She stepped out of her dress, not letting go her lips' hold on his. His hands had roved over her breasts, pinching her nipples, cupping her warm flesh. Ahhhhhh. She'd stood naked in front of him, and his eyes widened, drinking in her image like a fine wine. Her hands were busy, pulling back the elastic band of his shorts, feeling his cock, and withdrawing her hand to pull down his shorts. He kicked them off. She dropped to her knees, and pulled down his cock, which was pressed against his stomach. She had engulfed the tip of his inflamed head, her tongue darting here and there, tickling the underside of his cock. In the street, she bit her lip, her breathing hard. She could remember it clear as day, and feel it still on her leg. Just above her ankle. They'd glanced around the upstairs bedroom, looking for a place to do it. The floor was too cold and hard. When he gestured, she shook her head vehemently, still licking, sucking, running her teeth along the side of his hardness. She'd released him from her mouth's hold and they went over to the bed, which squeaked and groaned in protest when they collapsed on it in lust. Frustrated, they'd jumped back up, guilty, horny. Had his mother heard? After a few moments of tense silence, they moved again. She pressed her body against his side, pressing her mound against his waist. Finally, it dawned on her. The armchair. She gestured toward it. He grinned. They couldn't beat it over there fast enough, and he settled down in the chair, leaning toward the edge. It was a familiar tune, a familiar song and dance. She got on her hands and knees and kneeled in front of him, her ass sticking in the air, waving invitingly in front of him. His hands kneaded and caressed her ass, his finger running down her crack and prodding at her puckered bud. The blunt, stiff tip of his cock brushed against her pussy, bobbing up and down. She closed her eyes, biting her lip in sexual want. She felt him fumbling to position himself, and then he pressed inside her. In the bright sunshine, her pussy clenched, and she shifted uneasily in the park bench, absorbed in her memories. He'd slid inside her easily. She was tight, incredibly tight, and he was big and hard, but she was pretty wet, too. Delicious! Wonderful! Satiating! He fed her desire for him, driving his rigid tool inside her. In, out, in, out, slowly, maddeningly slowly, deliberately. His cock twitched and jerked as he pushed it in deep, as deep as he could, and then pulled it back out almost completely. She pushed against him, making tiny squeaking noises. His pace increased as she slammed back against him, harder and faster. Big, raw, veiny. She turned her head to the side, and saw his toes stretched out beside her, clenched tight in excitement. His tendons were tense and tight. It wouldn't be long now, no. Quite suddenly, keeping the thrusts and strokes even, he lifted himself off of the edge of the chair and settled on her back, his face next to hers, crouching and leaning with her. One of his arms wrapped around her stomach, holding on tight to her. His other one caressed and pinched her nipples. Faster and faster, higher and higher they flew. The position they were in forced his cock to rub against her ass while he slammed into her pussy, harder and harder at the bequest of her whispered moans. Finally, his body jerked, the rhythm broken. He nearly spurted inside her, but pulled out in time, using his hand to coax his orgasm on. She turned her head to watch as cum shot out of his cock, first in high-speed jets, and then slowly oozing out of the tip of his cock. Her fingers caressed the spot, and she stared hard at it, squinting her eyes, looking for any trace of his mark. She could feel it, just above her ankle. They'd stood up and looked down at his relaxing cock, a glob of cum on the tip of it. She'd grinned at him. He shook his cock, sending the cum flying, and it landed on her leg, just above her ankle. --- Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom Have you been borne yet and are you alive? --Jim Morrison -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----