Salutations! Apologies are in order for tarrying so long in completing this chapter. I was stuck for how to continue this story, but inspiration struck in the form of dear, sweet Leni, on whom this chapter will focus. I hope it finds you well - MisterRobbins
Lincoln lay on his back, the carpet tickling his skin and his chest gently rising and falling as he sucked deep gulps of air. His muscles quivered as though he'd just spent the day playing football with Lynn, and his mind was clouded with hazy pleasure. He swallowed thickly and licked his dry lips, his head turning when Leni curled up next to him, her bare knees pressing against his leg. "Hi, Lincy," she said with a hum and laid her hand on his chest, her warmth spreading across his flesh.
"Hi," he said, his voice a breaking croak. His eyes met hers; they were big, brown, and sparkled like the sun-dappled surface of a muddled mountain lake. She scooted closer and ran her fingertips slowly up his chest and to his face.
She pressed a wet, burning kiss to his shoulder, her lips lingering and ragged exhalations puffing from her nose; her body trembled with excitement as she danced her fingers back down his chest and over his stomach. His member, hitherto flacid, stirred, literally, and Luna's breath caught: She knelt before him like a woman at an altar to a strange and carnal god, her face red and her lips parted in an almost pained expression.
Leni rolled her eyes up to his as she kissed lower, as she stroked lower, her nails raking his tender pubic mound and making his back spasmodically arch.
"Do you have a fantasy?" she asked as she glided her hand over his stiffening erection. His breath caught and the cloud in his mind grew denser. She wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and rested her thumb against his tip; he was already starting to leak clear fluid, and she smeared it across his burning summit, her smile sharpening and her breathing growing quicker.
"N-Not really," he said. Thinking was hard. He tried to focus, but his train of thought went back to Leni, to the feeling of her slowly, reverently stroking him, to the sensation of her wet lips on his arm, to the sweet scent of her perfume. He was sure he had at least one fantasy, but they were vague, indistinct, shadows glimpsed through rolling fog.
Leni leaned over him and started to kiss his chest, her fingertips playfully kneading his length, tracing every ridge and contour. Her hand shook, her breathing was faster now, her lips vibrating with tiny, quavering sounds of contentment, as though he were a particularly tasty meal and she a starving woman. She let go of his dick and cupped his balls, her lips molding to his nipple and her tongue darting coyly out to taste him. Her hair brushed across his skin like satin, and his hand fluttered to her back.
She propped herself on one arm and looked up at him with a drunken grin. "I do," she said. She swung her leg over him and shifted onto his lap, her lips scraping his head; passion exploded in his brain and his rocked consciously upward, his body seeking ingress into hers but only prodding her butt. She hummed, laid her hands on his shoulders, then ghosted them over his abdomen; a Cheshire grin curled the corners of her lips and her eyes gleamed, lending her the appearance of a sleek puma stalking wounded quarry. "A boy," she said, her hands flattening, "a boy to touch, a boy to taste, a boy to make cum."
Lincoln put his hands on her hips and squirmed, his dick aching to be sheathed in her body. His heart knocked painfully against his ribs and blood roared in his ears. He was not aware of Luan next to him, on her side and watching with blazing cheeks, not aware of Lynn kneeling inches from his head, or Luna breathing heavy and chewing her bottom lip in raging lust, was not aware that Lori watched from the stairs, her hands gripping two spindles and her face wedged between them, eyes wide and cheeks red. He was aware only of Leni - of her dank heat breaking against him, of her shaking hands, of how sharp her breathing was and how hotly her cheeks blazed.
"I've wanted a boy forever," she said and leaned over him, her hands pressing his chest, her lips brushing his cheek, and her boling center faintly caressing his throbbing cock. She kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, her tongue poking out and sampling the salty flavor of his skin. She kissed the corner of his mouth, then full on the lips, the smell of her breath filling his nose and steeping his brain like an aphrodisiac. She tossed her hair to one side and kissed him deeply, her tongue creeping coquettishly past his lips and over his own tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth with girlish curiosity. He kissed her back, their tongues moving in a slow waltz, their saliva mixing and swishing back and forth from one mouth to the other. Low, long ums drifted from her throat, and the immense satisfaction in them stroked Lincoln's passion.
She broke the kiss and pouted cutely. "No boys like me, though."
Lincoln frowned. "Why?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess 'cuz I'm dumb."
Before he could say that she most certainly was not dumb, she kissed the tip of his chin. "I have lots of love to give," she said, "and no one to give it to." She slid down with liquid grace and kissed his collarbone, then his Adam's apple. She trailed kisses down the center of his chest, her nose brushing his flesh. 'Can I give it to you, Lincy? Can you be my boy?" She kissed his stomach and ran her hands along his flanks; his spine tingled and goosebumps raced up and down his arms.
"Yes," he said in a breathy burst.
Leni hummed and slipped lower, kissing his mound and taking his dick in her hand. "Thank you, Lincy," she said.
Lincoln squeezed his eyes closed when he felt her hot breath against his tip. "You're the perfect boy. Cute..kind…" her tongue flicked his head and he jerked "...caring…" She licked slowly from his base to his head. "I love you."
"I-I love you t-too."
"You're amaz -" her words cut off as she took him into her mouth, her saliva coating him like hot honey and her soft, pillowy lips molding tightly around his length. He sucked a sharp intake of breath and his hands jerked to her head, his fingers threading in her warm hair. She slowly pushed down, and drew back when his tip poked the limit of her throat. Her tongue swirled and lapped on the way up, and she moaned in pleasure at the taste of his precum: It was warm and salty, like his sweat, but thicker, and sweeter too. She laid her hands on his stomach and pulled up, then bobbed down again.
Lincoln grazed his fingernails gently along her scalp and lifted his hips, desperate for friction. She pulled all the way up and looked at him, her eyes pooled with smoldering fire. Precum coated her lips and chin, and Lincoln had never seen her more beautiful than she was in that moment.
With a flourish, she crawled on top of him and planted her knees on either side of his hips. Her bangs hung in her face and she swiped them aside as she smooshed her chest against his, her face hovering inches over his. She tenderly stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes, her hips wiggling and their sexes aligning; their lips touched and her hair swept across his forehead: She breathed his air and he breathed hers
She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and hummed. "Will you have sex with me?" she asked.
Lincoln could only nod.
Her smile widened and she pushed herself up; she straddled him now like he was a horse and she a cowgirl. She splayed her hands on his chest and wiggled her hips; his head knocked at her opening, her leaking arousal dripping down his iron in sizzling rivulets. She brought herself down, her lips slipping over his head and her body hungirly taking his. He gasped at the knee-shaking sensation of her wet heat; her rippling walls parted as he passed, and Leni winced as if in pain.
"A-Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
She nodded. "Umhm. You just popped my cherry, that's all." She bent and pressed her forehead to his, her shining eyes wide with love and adoration; her hair veiled his face, shrouding them in their own secret garden of delight. "You're my first, Lincy," she said huskily and kissed the tip of his nose. She drew her hips back and then grinded them forward, her breath catching. ""Y-You're my only."
Her lips found his, and they kissed passionately as their bodies moved against one another, his up, hers down. She took his face in her hands and tilted her head left and right, her heart pounding and body already beginning to unravel; each thrust, each kiss his tip laid at the opening of her womb, every stroke of his tongue against hers brought her closer to her climax.
On the stairs, Lori's jaw hung agape as Leni and Lincoln coupled, their movements becoming quicker, needier. Leni leaned back, grabbed Lincoln's hands, and pressed them to her breasts, her head tilting back and her hair falling down her shoulders like a wedding veil. Hot, pulsing pressure burst against the inside of Lori's stomach; her fevered flesh burned sickly and her heart throbbed like an abscessed tooth.
She needed release.
Licking her lips, she jammed her hand down the front of her shorts and started to rub her clit in quick, furious circles with a wet squelching sound. Her panties were soaked, her thighs were sticky, and her lips were swollen with desire. She had literally never been this turned on in her whole life.
Leaning her forehead against the bannister, she drew a deep breath through her nose, the heavy scent of sex and hormones making her sigh. In the living room, Leni bucked wildly against Lincoln while Lincoln threw his hips up to meet her downward motions, each one eliciting a breathy, "Lincy…" from Leni and a strained grunt from Lincoln. Luna bit her bottom lip and slowly rubbed one of he breasts through her shirt; Lynn, in only her jersey and a pair of socks, squirmed her hand between her legs much like Lori was doing; and Luan laid one of her hands on Lincoln's arm, squeezing his muscles and trembling as her passion returned.
Lincoln's orgasm started deep in the pit of his stomach, energy gathering and forming in a tight, gaseous ball. He swallowed thickly and squeezed Leni's breasts through her dress as if by holding on he could keep from being swept away by the coming tide. Leni bowed her head and bounced faster, her breathing heavy, gasping. The ball grew bigger and bigger, swelling as more and more energy flowed to it; now it was pressing against the inside of his stomach.
"I-I'm gonna c-cum," he said.
"Me too," Leni moaned. "Cum with me."
He cupped her hips in her hands and threw his hips forward. He expanded painfully in her channel and cried out as his load shot up his shaft and burst thickly from his tip: Leni jumped a little and squealed as his scolding cum flooded her womb, its heat spreading from her center and knocking her into her own orgasm: Her body shook violently and her walls bore down on him, milking his shaft for every last drop. Leni's nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders and she moaned loudly, her messy blonde hair screening her face. Lincoln gripped her hips and lifted into her, sending one last spurt through the opening of her cervix. Her knees gave out and she fell against him, her face nestling into the crook of his neck and her body shivering as each one of her nerve endings flared with ecstasy. She pressed her lips to his pulse and jerked spasmodically. Lincoln laid his hand in the small of her back kissed her earlobe.
"I-I'm still cumming," he chattered, then giggled.
Shortly, she fell still, though stray aftershocks ripped through her and made her jump. Lincoln put his arms around her and hugged her, the feeling of her so right and good.
"That was oh my God," she said.
"Yes it was," Lincoln said.
She drew herself up and touched the side of his face. Her eyes were filled with a stark sobirity - and desperate earnesty - that he had never seen in them before. "Thank you for sharing this moment with me."
Lincoln smiled and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Than you, Leni." What she said about no boys liking her came back to him, and he brushed his thumb across the ridge of her cheekbone; she leaned into his touch like an affectionate cat "You're perfect in every way."
"Really?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes," he replied, "and I love you."
She smiled brightly and kissed his lips. "I love you too, Lincy!"
Lincoln opened his mouth, but Luna cut him off.
"C-Can I have my turn now? Please?"