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Leda and the Swan

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by Charles They were both just in college, freshmen at the local J.C., and still at home. Despite dating for some months now, they had not yet slept together. In fact they were both virgins and though they may have pined for the forbidden fruit of their lover in secret, and relieved their frustrations through their own bodies - a fact they each felt aghast to admit to each other - they had not even discussed the issue. The closest they come was the kind of heavy petting that gets done on the fly in cars at night, or behind the locked door with Mom vacuuming in the hall. They had no moral stand against sex, indeed they wanted each other badly, but they had been held back from bringing it up by fear of the unknown coupled with a desire to savor the moment and to be sure of the timing. Those inhibitions were waning in both camps now, and as he stared at her in the passenger seat of his cramped import, sleeping fitfully, seat reclined back, he come to the point where he knew he had to get his mounting desires in the open. He truly felt that the relationship must progress this way. He hoped she felt the same. They had been on a long trip together. It was a day trip of course, down to see his uncle in the Central Valley. They had been three hours down and after spending the day on the farm they had gotten in the car a bit later then intended and driven off. She had had a bit too much wine for her slight frame - his uncles family not giving too much weight to prohibition laws applying to 19 year olds, where family was concerned - and she was sleeping it off now; quiet but restless; the cars bumpy ride making sure of that. He kept his focus half on the road and half on her slim white figure. Her legs shone in the flotsam of light from passing autos and signs that invade cars at dusk on the road and despite the gloom, he could see her the pale skin of her thighs clearly. Bit mostly he could see their shape, which was enough, and his imagination took flight from such inspiration. He could see her knees peeking out of her skirt, her shins and the fleshy part of calf, all of which ended in her perfect feet, shoeless for her nap. Her white top reflected the light well highlighting the contours of her breasts which, though not large, were nicely formed and in proportion to her figure. He hands were in her lap, but there was no movement in them to suggest that she had been thinking about any thing like that which had occupied his thoughts that moment. "Oh, Leda", he sighed. But she could not have heard it. What a name. It had been the catalyst. He had met her first in that boring Econ class and learning her name, asked, "Oh, like Leda and the Swan?" She said she didn't know and so he told her the story. Told her of how Zeus had come down in the form of a swan and carried Leda away, impregnating her with his mighty seed. There had been a hero born from that union but Robert could not remember his name. Who cared? It had been enough. She had grinned while he told it. No offense in her manner. They had clicked and started to date, and now 6 months later they were here in his beat up Honda and he wanted to very badly pull off the road somewhere and play at being a swan, or Zeus, or whatever. "Leda, wake up" he began. His was voice husky and tense but he tried to control it. He felt it waver. Again, "Leda? Wake up" "Ummm.. What is it Robert? Is anything wrong?" Her voice sounded sweet to him, despite her grogginess. " Can we talk? I mean now? Are you awake?" "Sure." she replied more awake now, a hint of concern there. "What is it?" She was sober now. He did not know where to begin. He stammered " Um.." paused, controlled himself, and began again. "Um, Leda, do you ever think about sex?" He shot a glance at her and registered her surprise. He plunged on. " I mean, about us and sex�.us having sex, with each other, I mean." He felt foolish and felt he looked it. He was blushing now and felt he could have melted snow from the heat in his face. His heart raced. He did not know if she blushed but he saw her smile. "Of course I do Robert, It's been on my mind a lot actually. In fact, I thought you would never bring it up. I've been waiting, really for you to do so, if you want to know." His surprise was manifest and she laughed kindly at him. Her smile reassured him and ther was no sting to her mirth. He said, "I want to make love to you, tonight. Now. " He had wanted to say "fuck". It was what he really felt; it was how people his age expressed these kinds of things. But he had wanted to sound suave. Instead, he felt foolish. His heart was in his throat now. It thumped so hard his head rang. "Well Robert, what are you going to do about it?" She challenged "You mean you'd want to� to make love? To me?" His voice was timorous now. Quavering. He felt like he was talking with hypothermia. His teeth chattered slightly as he spoke. But it wasn't cold. It was something else altogether. "Oh Yes. I've been thinking about nothing but for some time but I didn't want to push it. I thought you wouldn't like it; that I, you know, initiate it." Her voice was much calmer than his was and she had a measured tone to her speech that told Robert that indeed she had been thinking about it for quite some time. "I never told you but I've been on the pill for two months now. I told my mother it was for, you know, my period being bad, but I really agreed to be on it for this�.us." His pulse went into overdrive now. Mysteriously, the car was speeding up. Robert barely noticed. " So what are you going to do about it?" Again she challenged him. " I want to pull of the road up ahead, drive to some secluded lane and� fuck you." His voice trailed off. They were surrounded by farm country. He hadn't really wanted to be so crude but her own verve and composure had thrown him off and he wanted to say something that would put her on the same footing as he. But she wasn't fazed at all. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to lose my virginity in some cramped old Honda, even it is a station wagon. Let's see, I remember now." She glanced about her at the passing roadside. "In a few miles there's a Motel Six. There's a gas station and a Denny's. We can stop there and call our parents from there and say we're having car trouble and that it is being fixed but will delay us a few hours. We'll say we left your uncle's later than we did too, but we won't mention anything about any Motel 6." "But how will we pay? Don't you need a credit card to check in?" He gave the token objection he thought he ought. " I have one, my parents got it for me for college. I haven't used it much but I pay my own bills. No one will know. I'll register alone while you wait at the Denny's. It will be cheaper that way too. You can follow me in after about 20 minutes." The logistics gave her no problem. H should have known. He had expected to have to beg and wheedle his way into bed with her but she was totally in control of herself. She had planned this. Maybe not for this day, or at this place, but it was going along to her plan. He could see that. He felt a wave of excitement hit him. He became more truly aware of his erection and how uncomfortable it was in his Jeans. He squirmed in the driver's seat. He was excited that she was willing; that the only failure would be his own, He didn't have to worry about looking after her interests. She would take care of that herself. Soon the motel loomed and he got out at the gas station. She left him there to use the phone while she headed for the motel to check in. In 20 minutes he was walking toward the room he had seen her go into, and it was all that he could do to keep from running there. He knocked and waited half a minute before She answered and he was half expecting her to be nude but she hadn't changed at all. She hadn't even removed her clogs. His heart momentarily sank but as soon as the door closed she had kissed him passionately and all his previous vim returned in force. She had never kissed him like that before. It was like a thunderbolt, and he felt the tingle down his spine and into his groin. His cock strained at his jeans and he was flushed all over. He returned her kiss in kind and their tongues each probed each others mouth and his hand went to her ass and ran up under her skirt. " Hold on Romeo. Take it slow, we have lots of time." She admonished him lightly. Her smile was intoxicating. "I want foreplay. You know?" "Tell me what you want." He grinned. "No" she replied sheepishly, half embarrassed to be saying it, "I'll show you." With that, she began to kiss him more hungrily. Leaving his probing mouth after a minute and moving to his neck she nibbled lightly while her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and then probed underneath it. She began to kiss his chest; first around his pectorals and then more tenderly, she began to suck his nipples. He had been standing passive while she did this but now, the pleasure of her light, darting tongue, moved him to impassioned action. He pressed her to him and his hands ran through her hair and down her back. Scratching her through her shirt. He felt the outlines of her bra and then as though struck by a new thought, he continued downward and lifted up her shirt to get at it. He had it unsnapped after some moments of fumbling and she giggled at his clumsiness. He bit her shoulder lightly and, had still under her shirt began to lift bra and shirt over her head. She laughed as he brought her hands over her head and drew them off. Her lips pressed against his stomach which was tight from nerves. She sensed it. She had always liked his firmness there and she was turned on by it now. She stuck her tongue in his belly button and felt him shiver. Her shirt was off now and he drew her up equal to him and kissed her hard. Then he reached down to one of her breasts and began to rub it. He pressed tenderly and then pinched her erect nipple. She moaned and danced under his touch. He bent down and kissed it, holding it with his left while with his free hand he reached back around her skirt, fumbled for the zipper, found it and unzipped her. It caught for a second and then came free and he slid the skirt down her bare legs. She obliged him by stepping out of it. First by kicking off her mules and then stepping out of the skirt as it lay about her feet and ankles. His hand was at the cotton of her panties then. First rubbing her ass, then he inserted a finger underneath the elastic at the waist and tugged. His efforts were half hearted at first because he had become distracted by the hair around her vagina. He rubbed it through the fabric, her moans increased with his suction on her nipple. He flicked his tongue across, just barley and he could tell she liked it. Very much. He moved Leda towards the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. She moved willingly. He lay beside her and drank her in. Leda's red hair and pal skin told of the Irish in her. The rosy flesh tones of her compact breasts; the red surrounds of her aerolas; the darker hue of her hard nipples; the hint of ginger hair peeking out from her panties; these were all beacons to him. His own sex drove him onwards as if in pursuit. He kissed her lips. Then he alternated between each breast while his right hand worked its way into her panties. He felt the soft hair, the warm skin, and finally her moistness. His fingers hovered around her cleft, rubbing her clit and its environs and then he eased his index finger into her pussy. It was sloppy wet and his finger slid in easily. She tensed and lifted her hips from the bed and arched her back. This outward sign of the pleasure he had given her bit at him and in response, frenzied almost, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. But she met it with hers and with matched eagerness. For these few moments their tongues danced as they continued kissing while he began to massage her clit with his forefingers; one on either side of it. She moaned and spread legs, knees bent, feet flat on the bed- spread, toes flexing, grasping the coverlet in little bunches. Robert began to rhythmically trace an ellipse around her clitoris. Steadily, as she moved her torso in rhythm to his pressure, he increased his speed and force. This was old territory here. They had done this, at least, often and he knew exactly how to make her cum now. "Oh Robert" she breathed. "Ohhhh�Robert.. it feels so good. Oh yessss� Harder, oh please, yes that's it harder.." She pressed her pussy against his fingers to make her point and so he complied. His arm was all motion now and now he drew away from her probing tongue and lush lips to survey the effect he had on her. She was rotating her hips, rocking them in time to his strokes. On and off the bed she lifted her ass while her hips moved from side to side. Robert's hand had to follow her movements but her fingers never left their perch astride her clit. She made feeble attempts to reciprocate, fumbling with his fly, but as her pleasure mounted and her orgasm neared, she gave up all interest in him and focused on what was to ensue. He could tell it was time now. She was at that point just before climax, that moment where one hovers between the point of no return and possible retreat; he, recognizing the fact - both from feeling her cum next to him before, and knowing the pace of his own orgasms - tried to slow her down and draw the boundless moment out. But she would have none of it. She groaned and he could feel her grind her cunt into his fingertips. Her sweaty body heaved, tensed and then she came, quickly. She closed her legs up and drew away from him because it was unbearable for her not to do so. She lay panting on the bed. Momentarily spent. He gave her a few moments recover and then lay along side her. She still had her panties on and he, his jeans and shoes. She smiled at him and then drew him down to her and kissed him sweetly. "That felt great" she grinned. "But I have a surprise for you so take the rest of your cloths off." "What kind of surprise?" he asked, already springing to his feet. He pulled each shoe off with the opposite foot, not stopping to unlace. His pants and socks came off in one shot and he stood there in his briefs, his stiffness obvious beneath the cotton. She was still on the bed but now inching out of her soaked panties. She sat at the edge of the bed and pulled his briefs off, sliding them down his legs slowly. He stepped out of them and kicked them across the room. The both thought that funny and giggled. She took hold of his dick and gently pulled him towards her. He standing, she still on the edge of the bed. When she touched him his laughter ceased. Her hands were soft and warm and felt good on his cock. His had never felt that way and his mind was briefly distracted by the merits of moisturizer before it was brought back to the present. She had suddenly began to stroke him, idly as though unconvinced that this was the course she had intended. Up and down, soft and smooth. He let out a gasp and then relaxed and let her work him. He kept quiet, save for the occasional "mmmnn" but was sure this wasn't the surprise. She had done this many times. It was a long, familiar route. Then the surprise came. She leaned forward and kissed the head of his hard penis. "Oh, Leda, do you mean it?" It came out as a half choke. "Yes, lover" she hummed between wet, tender kisses. "Don't you want your cock sucked?" She did not wait to hear his answer, what there was if it in the low guttural groan that emitted from him, she began to lick his cock's shaft and head. He starred at her in disbelief. She was sucking his cock and with no demur. He had only fantasized about this moment and now there she was, beneath him with his dick at the mouth he had so often kissed. He was inside her now, preliminaries over, and she rocked back and forth on the bed and ran her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. . It was not like he thought it would be. The initial rush of excitement was past him now. He did not swoon from the pleasure. He was sure - had always imagined it would be thus - that the pleasure would be overwhelming and all at once. It was not so. Leda slowly sucked him off. She grasped the base of him with one hand, the other grabbing his ass, and bobbed back and forth, the only sound was the escape of air from the tight vacuum of her mouth around his skin allowing air to escape with each pass. He felt the smoothness of her lips, the friction of them on him, the fleeting swirl of her tongue on his glans. It was tender, exciting but it did not overwhelm him. She withdrew momentarily, a thin skein of her saliva hung between them. Said, " I want you on the bed, baby, come here and lie down." He complied, passive, and got down beside her and lay back. She rubbed his stomach with her nails and he tensed. Again she was on him but more so, holding his cock upright while she took him deeper into her mouth. She crouched over him, her red hair hanging down, half shielding his view. He strained to watch her, but soon, let his head fall back to the mattress. He focused on his groin, relaxing and sensing what she was doing. The feeling of pleasure gradually mounted. Each time her wet lips engulfed his cock he grew that much closer to his climax. The first sensations were of a slow itch, longing to be itched and it was no longer an ambiguous sensation. Now he knew the true sensation of a blow job. Each movement brought him that much closer but no one effort would ever break the dam by itself. It was like a sledge making many combined blows to break to stone. No one hit is itself enough to breach it. It is cumulative. This is how he felt now. His orgasm hove insight ahead of him, out of reach yet always moving closer. It became increaslyingly unbearable. This was torture. On she bobbed, oblivious to his pleadings, louder now and more earnest; that she should finish him off. What was she waiting for? She paid him no heed. He tried to grab for her but she was out of reach. "Oh Leda. . You're killing me," he gasped. It was all he could say. The pressure became intense but he would not cum. She was breathing hard through her nose, the strain to her obvious. Yet still she plunged up and down, his cock glistening in the room light. He lay on his back, powerless to interfere. Hands flat on the bed, he twisted from sided to side, head lolling. He was sweating hard now and the feeling in his cock, his balls, all over his groin was like a fire and he knew he was near now. He wailed, "Oh shit, I'm cumming, oh my God, oh my fucking God, you're fucking killing me�" but she never wavered. When it hit him at last, it was as if time slowed down. The initial flexing of his engorged prick was fixed in the moment. He could not tell how many times it shot its hot salty load into her mouth. He heard her gag and then regain her self while she continued to suck him. But that was not the whole of his orgasm. The point of climax rolled over him in successive waves but did not recede. On and on it went until every fiber strained against this irresistible force. He was made to dispel his energy by thrashing on the bed. He could not speak, and he gasped. He bounced on the bed. She rode him out. At last he, his cum all spent, he curled into a ball and let his exhaustion take him. He was panting, chest heaving and she was over him now, leaning for his lips, plunging her tongue into his open gasping mouth. His intake of air was clouded with his smell, his taste. She had not swallowed him whole. Into his mouth his semen poured and his first taste of his own cum was her gift. She proffered it to him and he could not decline. It numbed his mouth and filled the air with its pollen scent. She kissed him with passion. "Oh right Romeo," she panted." Fuck me. Her hands grasped his cock and stroked it lightly. It had gone half flaccid but with her light touch and the earnestness of her demand, it grew hard in a few minutes. "Fuck me Robert, Fuck me hard, I need it, now.." She eased onto her back. And he drew above her. His arms were astride hers, and he kissed her while he probed her cunt with the tip of his cock. She squirmed to meet him and guided him into her. At first she was tense, the expectation almost too much, but as he pressed harder, she eased to accept him and then he was inside her. Again the feeling surprised him. The soft, yet almost sand papery feeling of her pussy enlivened him. Al of his previous fatigue was gone now. He slowly fucked her, gingerly at first. Her breast swelled with excitement. Her nipples were hard and he bent to lick them. She let him have her way for a minute and then, subtly, changed his pace. Slowing him. Then her vagina gripped his cock and squeezed it like a hand. He gasped in surprise and she smiled. She looked at him and he knew that she would be pleased here. He yielded and she directed their lovemaking, moving her hips to guide him where she wanted. They found the rhythm she wanted, where she felt it the best and he drove into her now more steadily. Her gasps increased and she raised her legs in the air to give him better access. His orgasm was not near now, it would wait to gather energy, to recover, but she was closer. Much closer. Soon the rhythm broke. She was panting and had the heels of her feet close against his kidneys, rubbing him with their soft, rosy flesh. She knew that this was his favorite part of her, the heels of her feet- his private fetish. This action brought him much closer. He lost his control, took the act away from her and drove his cock, hammered it into her cunt. It took only a few more seconds. She could not take it any more and was helpless while he drove into her. Her orgasm was a monsoon. It overwhelmed him. He was lost in it. She screamed. Her nails dug into him. Her feet pressed. Her breasts bounced with the force of him. It shook her and then it then him and he shot into her again and again until he lay drained across her. They both said nothing as they lay there, the world cut off, but feeling closer than ever. One by one, they drifted off to sleep.