Wilson

I can't think past my throbbing cock and Leanne is the most intriguing, beautiful girl. Her breasts are just right, they fill my hands and her nipples are so sensitive. She reacts to every touch. And when I felt her against my leg, the scent of her kicked me into another level of turned on. She tells me I'm ripped, but she's perfection. And now I want to know what's hidden in those blonde curls at the vee between her legs.

Leanne moved off his legs and laid flat on her back. She splayed her legs and the brought the soles of her feet together before pulling them toward her bottom. Wilson shimmied out of his boxers. If she was brave enough to get out her clothes, then he would too.

She was panting softly, and her pupils dilated, dominating her eyes.

He got up on his knees, reaching for her and then stopped.

"Can I touch you?"

"Of course, you can play with me, and I'll tell you what I like. I'm so turned on I might cum though," Leanne said.

Wilson ran his finger through the curls and between the lips he saw in the middle of them.

"You're slippery." He put a finger between them and went up to where they joined, feeling a hardened nub. "This looks like a tiny penis." He wiggled it gently and Leanne's hips moved up off the bed.

"And it's got about 10,000 nerve endings in it. Oh my God that feels amazing. Do it again." Leanne's demand brought his face closer to observe. Her clitoris slipped out from behind its hood, and its resemblance to his own straining member was even more pronounced. He began wiggling it with a quicker rhythm and Leanne's hips rose higher until she was a tense bridge.

"Don't stop, I'm almost there!"

Wilson was fascinated. Leanne's eyes closed so he reached out with his other hand, and gave one of her nipples a gentle pinch. Her legs trembled, and she convulsed into spasms, a thin stream of fluid pulsing out of her as a grunting moan kept time with each jerk.

As Leanne recovered from her orgasm, she apologized, "I've never had anything like the mess I just made happen before. I'm sorry. I probably ruined your bedspread."

"Don't," Wilson stroked her cheek. "That was incredible to watch. Beautiful beyond anything I've ever seen. It looked like water, perfectly clear. It's not going to do any harm. We'll just make sure we have a towel around next time."

"What about you?" Leanne asked. "Can I touch you, now? I want to know if I can give you the same pleasure. I feel fantastic right now. It's so much better when you have someone to share sex with."

Wilson leaned back against the pillows he piled against the headboard.

Leanne's fingers closed around his shaft and moved up and down slowly. "The skin moves a bit when I do this, and the tip is popping out. Does that clear drop at the opening always happen?"

"Yeah, if you don't stop, I'm going to shoot, and I will make a mess. Maybe we should put a condom on. You know, practice for later?" Wilson felt his body flushing and sweating as Leanne continued to stroke him. She bent closer and touched her tongue to the tip of his penis.

"It's salty, and maybe a bit bitter. I wondered about that."

Wilson let his hips respond and began to pump them in rhythm with her strokes. "Feels good. If you want you can roll my balls around in your other hand, I can't quite get that right when I'm by myself. But grab a condom first. I'm curious. I want to get it right when we, you know...." His words trailed off into silence.

Leanne stopped and leaned across him, brushing her breasts over his penis. She grabbed the box and read. "Tear open the package and carefully roll the condom down over the penis."

"Not much to them," Wilson said.

"There's a picture." Leanne gave him the instruction sheet.

"Do you want to do it?"

She opened one of the foil packets and took the condom out. Putting it over the tip of his cock, she rolled it down.

"Weird. That's the weirdest thing I've ever felt."

Leanne put the open packet on the side table, then went back to stroking him with one hand, nudged his legs apart, and started playing with his balls.

"I'm not as sensitive to your stroking with it on, but I'm getting used to it. Keep going, I love the way you're rolling my testicles around, it's driving me crazy."

Wilson couldn't help himself and started pumping harder into Leanne's hand. His heart thundered, and his back arched up off the bed as his first spasm hit. A guttural howl broke from his throat as he shuddered through the most powerful orgasm of his life. Falling back against the pillows, he relaxed completely.

"Wow, that was amazing. I hope I didn't wake Mom up."

"Somehow I don't think she'll mind," Leanne giggled.

Wilson chuckled, "I think you're probably right. Sex is her specialty after all."

"What do we do with this?" Leanne asked as she eased the condom off his deflating penis. She held it up with two fingers and he could see his semen collected in the tip.

"There's a garbage can by the desk." He pointed to the corner by the window. Watching Leanne walking over, with her firm round ass undulating, had him twitching with arousal again.

We didn't even have intercourse yet and I could be happy just like this. I've never come that hard ever before. Leanne's right, it's way better sharing this with someone you care about.

Leanne turned around and her breasts jiggled in the most enticing manner as she slid onto the bed and crawled up toward him.

"You're getting hard again? I thought guys needed some time before they could go again. At least that's what the sex ed book said." Leanne was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Usually I don't even try again after I finish. I just go to sleep. That's how I relax most times. But you're so sexy, and everything about you turns me on."

He slid down on his side as Leanne rolled onto hers to stare back at him. Then she moved closer, before she kissed him, her breasts pushing against him. He forgot all about asking her if she wanted to stop.

This is amazing. Everything feels right, and I just want to explore her from top to toe. I think I'm going start at her throat and taste every curve of her. Her skin is so soft. And I don't think I can think anymore.