Hank's buttocks rose and fell as the muscles of his legs hardened. Leslie closed her mouth around his cock with a strong sucking pressure and moved her head back and forth, letting it slide out of her mouth almost all the way. She let the head of it rest on the tip of her broad tongue. The tip probed into the slit of his cock, spread it apart and toyed with it. Then she opened her mouth wide once again taking the giant Polish kielbasa inside. This time she took almost all of his cock. Her lips were stretched taut around the thick shaft as she worked the entire thing down her throat. Farther and farther, until her lips finally pressed against his pubic hair.
Leslie held it tight in her throat until she began gasping for breath, and slowly, very slowly, she pulled her head back, disgorging the giant cock from her mouth and throat.
"Hey, where'd you learn to do that?" asked Hank not unpleasantly.
"My daddy taught me," she replied.
Hank didn't take Leslie seriously. His thoughts were on his impending climax which was beginning to swell up inside of him. Leslie went back down on his cock and continued her rapid cocksucking. Her face was flushed and her lips damp. Hank watched his swollen cockhead disappear into her mouth, followed by the pulsating shaft. Her hands opened and closed on his heavy balls, accompanying the steadily accelerating rhythm of her mouth, driving him toward a tumultuous climax. He placed his hands on the top of her head. His large fingers combed through her light brown tresses.
Hank couldn't hold back any longer!
He stiffened his legs, the muscles in his thighs bulged, as he listened to his own pulse pound wildly in his ears. Leslie wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and jerked it quickly. A long, deep groan issued from Hank as his come shot upward and began racing through the shaft of his cock. At that moment, Leslie pulled her mouth away from the cockhead and stuck out her tongue. The come gushed into the air in hot, white spurts. Some of it landed on her lips, some of it on her tongue. Eventually the remainder splashed on Hank's stomach. She bent over and began licking it up until she had swallowed every last drop.
After he came, Hank lay still, savoring the delicious feeling which always followed his climaxes. The night air was warm, the stars were bright, and he was aware of Leslie lying next to him. He fished into his pants for another joint and they shared it. His desires heightened by the grass, he said to Leslie that "turn about is fair play, and I want to suck your cunt."
He knelt down between her legs, lowered his head and began blowing hot breaths against Leslie's pussy. He spread her legs farther apart and pressed the lower half of his face against her crotch and rubbed his lips against her cunt. He trailed his tongue over her labia, then opened his mouth and began sucking her.
Leslie gasped and began moving her hips back and forth. Hank sucked noisily on her cunt. He pulled apart the outer lips and buried his mouth inside and began lathing the sweet membranes of her vaginal walls. When the tip of his tongue touched her clitoris, Leslie cried out. He wrapped his tongue around her clit and began sucking on it until it was stiff.
Leslie threw her legs apart. Her cunt yawned wider. His tongue dashed in and out as he lapped her labia. Leslie groaned and thrashed about on the ground. His tongue titillated her swollen clitoris as she thrust up against him, undulated her hips and driving her pussy against his mouth. Hank lapped at her cunt wildly, savoring the sweet young taste of her twat.
Suddenly he pulled his face away from her crotch and sat back, his buttocks resting against his heels. Leslie's face was twisted into a mask of sensuous passion. Her lips were parted and glistening with saliva. Her eyes glowed and her nostrils were flared. She reached out and grabbed Hank's giant prick and pulled it toward her until it touched the soft hair covering her vulva. Hank eased his hips forward until the head of his cock was pressed firmly against her cunt. He wriggled his hips from side to side, working his cockhead into her. He remained motionless for a moment, then he felt Leslie's fingertips dig into his muscular buttocks. She pulled him into her.
The warmth of her cunt wrapped around his giant prick, and he began fucking her with long, hard strokes. Leslie responded to him completely, pushing her pussy up against him. He put his hands on her thighs and lifted her legs until her feet rested on his broad shoulders. He kept her buttocks cupped in his large hands. He slid his cock all the way in until their pubic hair meshed together.
Upon reflection, Leslie was sure she wouldn't have been able to take all of Hank's cock if she hadn't been so relaxed from the grass.
Hank grabbed Leslie's calves, opened them wide and began spearing the huge prick in and out of her pussy savagely. His balls slammed against the smooth flesh of her ass.
"Oh, Hank," Leslie gasped, "Ohhhhhh… Hank!"
Hank worked faster, thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt with lightning speed. Suddenly he felt his balls tighten. Leslie's cum whipped up against him to meet his lunging prick, and suddenly her body lurched as she began to climax. Hank thrust his hips forward and let himself go, shooting his steaming load into the depths of her cunt. The walls of her vagina clasped the shooting prick, squeezing it like a moist hand.
They lay for a long time in each other's arms. Gradually their normal breathing returned, but they did not move. They enjoyed the feel of one another's bodies and the warm, slightly sticky contact of flesh upon flesh.
"I suppose I'd better be getting you home," said Hank finally. "Your dad will be worrying about you."
"I wonder," Leslie mused.
They got dressed and retraced their paths to the park until they reached the car. Hank opened the door for Leslie and she slid inside. On their way back downtown, they finished the cold French fries and drained their watery Cokes.
When they reached the Grotens' Gramercy Park apartment, Leslie asked Hank to come in so that he could meet her father.
"But Leslie, it's past one. He won't still be up."
"Sure he will. And he's been waiting to meet you. I've told him so much about you and your ball playing."
As Leslie slipped the key into the lock, she could hear the stereo going. Her father had recently discovered rock, and was enthusiastic over several of the established groups as well as some newcomers. She led Hank into the living room. Her father, James, was stretched out on the couch having a drink, smoking a cigarette and listening to the latest album by Wings, Paul McCartney's new group.
Leslie introduced Hank to her father. James stood up. He was wearing a short silk kimono style robe.
"So you won the game, Hank?"
"Well actually, we all did, Mr. Groten."
"What can I get you kids to drink?"
Hank was surprised by the suggestion.
"I think we should have champagne to celebrate your victory. I think we've got a bottle or two in the fridge. I'll take a look."
"Champagne," Hank whispered to Leslie. "My parents would kill me if they knew I was drinking."
"Just this once it won't hurt. After all, you smoke grass."
"But they don't know about that either, Leslie."
James returned from the kitchen carrying a tray with three glasses and a chilled bottle of Mumm's champagne. The three of them sat down on the low pillow furniture which Leslie had selected for the living room and James worked at the champagne cork. It flew against the ceiling and bounced around the room before coming to rest on the carpet. James filled the three glasses and they clinked them together, toasting Hank and the team's success. After two glasses of champagne, everybody was fairly relaxed. James brought out another bottle and Hank asked him if he'd like a little grass. James feigned surprise. "Sure, why not? I've never tried it," he lied.