Children of Sin Ch. 1

Leslie slipped out of her numbness, and in that moment of truth, she couldn't help but giggle. Suddenly, her power came back to her. She had never been so touched by anything anyone had ever said to her like he did. She knew Samuel was truly a sensitive artist, and while that did impress her, what impressed her most was the sudden (and accidental) surfacing of his own very sexual side. She decided that now was truly the time to work her magic. With a suddenly demure smile, Leslie's naughty side was ready to have some fun with Samuel.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Samuel started to apologize.

Leslie quickly interrupted, "So, you think I'm hot, do you?"

He replied, embarrassed, "Uh, no... I mean yes! That is, uh..."

"I'm really glad you came to talk to me. I didn't think anyone else knew how I felt, like I was the only one in the world who felt this way. You're really very sweet, and I would love to go to the prom with you."

Samuel was totally floored. "What? Really? You'll actually go with me?"

Leslie worked her charms some more. "Yes, I'll go with you, but on a couple of conditions. First, you can't go around talking about this to your friends."

"Aw, what the hell!" Samuel's sudden disappointment was very apparent, but Leslie just laughed it off as she approached him and grabbed his hand gently.

"Don't worry. We can tell people eventually, but not right away, not until I sort some things out. Second, while we're dating, you can't go bragging about what we do on our dates with friends. I hate guys who tell stories about their dates like they're telling fishing stories or something."

"You don't have to worry about that. I would never do that" Samuel was obviously affected by Leslie's sudden contact with him.

"That includes this..." and with that, Leslie leaned into him and brought her lips to his, kissing him softly yet firmly. Sam froze, didn't know what the hell to do, so he just went with it. As they kissed for what seemed like hours, Leslie began to perceive something pushing against her midsection, before realizing that he was getting very aroused. She smiled at herself at her newest conquest.

Afterwards, the two kept talking for a short time before Samuel decided that he needed to head home. They parted with one more light kiss, and he trotted off out the door and down the walkway, a very visible victory-stride indeed. Leslie had never been so happy before. She found a nice, cute guy who she could have wrapped around her little finger in no time, and maybe, just maybe, she could finish off her master plan to get laid, fast. But right now, it was too early to tell if he was the type to kiss and tell or not. She felt deep down that Samuel would be true to his word, but then again, she knew it was better to be cautious. The very idea that she could soon have not only a nice boyfriend, but a new outlet for her sexual tensions was just too much. From the feel of the bulge in his pants, she could tell he would be a very willing subject, and that just got her so much hotter. She felt the warmth in her genitals and suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing any panties. Looking at the clock on the wall, Leslie realized that there was still more than a half-hour to go before her parents and sis came home, so she bounded back to her room, her thighs rubbing together with a pleasurable friction. For some reason, perhaps because she was pre-occupied with the sudden developments of the past 15 minutes or so, she didn't notice that she had forgotten to lock the front door...

Halfway down the street, Samuel was walking home with the greatest feeling in the world. He was going to the prom with the most gorgeous girl in school, the one girl that even the football and basketball guys couldn't get on a date. He even kissed her! Goddamn, he was one lucky guy. He was sure that he had popped a boner during that kiss, but she didn't seem to notice. As he walked, he recalled the whole incident clearly, even recalling the strange, fragrant aroma around her when they kissed. Strangely enough, he couldn't quite place the scent. It was a mix of some faded perfume and something he just couldn't quite place, but it was starting to arouse him again. As he mulled this over, he put his hands in his pockets (mostly to shift his erection in his pants) and shivered slightly in the cool breeze. He stopped suddenly.

"Shit! My jacket!" He suddenly realized he had left his jacket on Leslie's couch. He couldn't quite remember when he had taken it off, but he needed to get it back. The last thing Samuel needed was for his mother to yell at him with the typical "You're gonna catch a cold" lecture. Besides, he really loved that jacket. So he ran back down the street to Leslie's house.

Knocking at her door, he stood, waiting for her to reply. Nothing. He knocked again, and again nothing. A little bolder this time, he tested the door-knob, and found it unlocked as it opened for him. He peeked his head in and said "Hello? Leslie?" Still nothing. Looking around, he quickly saw his coat and walked in, hoping to just pick it up and leave quickly. He didn't want to disturb her if she was on the toilet or something (oddly enough, even this thought got his prick to rise up a bit). He grabbed his jacket and was on his way out the door when he suddenly heard something that caught his attention. A voice, low and hardly noticeable at first and then rising in volume. Moaning. Samuel, unsure of what the hell to do, stood at the door for a while. His curiosity was intense, but he knew better than to simply walk through someone's house uninvited. But as the moaning became more intense, Samuel's curiosity got the best of him. Silently closing the door, he made his way to the rear of the house, at first stopping at a flight of stairs before realizing the sounds were coming further down the hallway on the ground floor. As he got closer, his heart raced. What the hell is going on? Samuel simply needed to know. As he crept up to the door where the sounds were coming from, he began to sweat. He cautiously reached for the doorknob before realizing that the door hadn't been fully closed. Pushing it open slightly, he peeked inside. What he saw astounded him.

Leslie was totally naked and lying back on her bed, her legs spread wide apart, allowing Samuel a spectacular view of her nearly bare pussy. He stared, slack-jawed, as she rubbed her delicious breasts, arching her back with obvious enjoyment. He couldn't help but stand there and watch this erotic scene in front of him. She began to rub her pussy, letting out the same moans he heard earlier.

As she probed her fingers into her pussy, she began to cry out "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God, I need that so badly... mmmmm-yeah... oh... oh... samuel..."

"Holy shit! Did she just say 'Samuel?'" he thought. Suddenly, a strangely familiar scent once again caught his nose, and everything fell into place.

A mischievous smile spread across his face.

Leslie was so fucking hot. She needed this so badly after that arousing incident earlier, and all she could think about was that delicious bulge in Samuel's pants. She wondered how big it was, and even if it wasn't very big (she had heard some rather unflattering things about Asian men and their penis sizes) she was sure that she'd still enjoy sucking on it. She moaned louder as the rumbling in her pussy began. She was so damn close. She just needed a little more...

"Well holy shit, isn't this interesting?"

The sudden interruption warranted a short yelp from her as she swiftly pulled her fingers out of her pussy and sat up, looking straight into the eyes of Samuel. She was absolutely horrified.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she screamed, covering herself up.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing" he chuckled. Leslie was so terrified. She had never been caught like this before, and now this bastard shows up and gets himself a free peek.

"Goddamnit, Samuel! Get the hell out of my house!" she continued.

"Aw, what happened to that smile I saw before? What happened to 'Okay, Samuel'... 'You're such a nice guy Samuel...'"

"I said get the hell out you fucking pervert!" She had never been so scared. He was acting all wrong now. What's with this guy? Now he's acting like some fucking big-shot. I kiss him a couple times, and now he acts like he's earned the right to see me naked and playing with myself for his fucking amusement, like I'm his private porno doll? "If you don't get the hell out, I'm going to call the cops..."

"That's fine. I can leave just as easily as I came in," Samuel said coolly. He had never felt this sort of power before. He knew he could work this well into his advantage. "Of course, I don't know how long something like this can be kept a secret in our school. After all, things have a strange way of slipping into conversations..."

That sneaky mother-fucker. "You wouldn't dare..."

"Just watch me." His smile was no longer the sensitive artist. This was something totally different. Goddamn, how did I get myself into this situation?

"I thought you were different..." Leslie got over her initial shock and rage, and now the hurt of realizing that this guy was just another sneaky fucker was starting to get to her. She covered herself with a sheet as she tried her best to keep her face in a frown, without suddenly breaking down and crying.

"I am different. Different from all the other fuck-heads in school."

"HOW?! How the fuck are you so different?" She was starting to break down. This couldn't be happening. How the hell could this be happening?

"I'm different because I found out your secret."

With that, Leslie again became numb. She realized he was right. This was her secret. She was a dirty little slut, and now he has the proof. He knows, and now the cards are all in his hands. Her eyes immediately swelled up. In a flash, she jumped from her bed and lunged at Samuel, nearly tackling him over. He was surprised, but held his ground. For a second, he thought "Shit, I just fucked this up. Now what the hell do I do?" as she began to pound away at him madly.

"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU YOU DON'T KNOW A GODDAMN THING ABOUT ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" she screamed, wildly attacking him all the while barely keeping her sheet on, trying to push him out the door, hurt him, do anything. She was enraged. Not because she got caught. But because now there wasn't anything that could keep her secret safe anymore. Her whole life was collapsing because she trusted this fucker. She wanted to make him pay for this insult. She thrashed blindly, her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to catch her breath between her cries. Without anything else to do, Samuel trusted in his instincts, and embraced her. She struggled, revolted by his touch, but eventually stopped. She was exhausted with grief. With the tears flowing freely, she could do nothing more... nothing more than embrace him back.

She cried into his chest as he held her. She should have been trying to run away, but she just couldn't. She abandoned herself to her tears, and he held her, not sure if he should be trying to comfort her or not. Again, going with instinct, he put one hand on her head and stroked her hair.

The moment was surreal. More surreal than the events of ten minutes earlier. He had become something horrible, and he knew it. Samuel knew there was little he could do to make up for it, for revealing her secret, but he tried his best to calm her down. She eventually did calm down, wiping her eyes and sniffing.

"...you fucking bastard..." she muttered one last time.

"I know," was all he could say.

They stood there, neither one moving, time seemingly stopping, the air growing still in this room where only a minute ago it was filled with screams and violent outburst. That moment felt like it was so long ago now. And for some reason, Leslie was feeling truly comforted in Samuel's arms.

She shouldn't have been. She should have called the cops long ago. She should have made him pay for breaking into her house and disrupting her life. But none of that mattered any more. All she could feel was the clawing emptiness inside her, and his warmth. Her mind had numbed down quite a bit, trying to focus through all the turmoil, but her body was still very highly aroused by both her sexual frenzy and the adrenaline rush from her rage. And right now, her body was highly sensitive to the warm mass so close to her.

Samuel was equally numb and confused. He had let his most base instincts instruct him. He had hurt her terribly, he realized that, but still his brain wouldn't tell him how he was going to get himself out of this horrible mess. Did he really say those things to her? God, he was disgusting. Maybe he really was a pervert, like she said. He should leave right now, and maybe they can forget this whole incident ever happened. But she was so warm in his arms, so close to his body. He had dreamed about being this close to her, but just not like this, not in this way. He had finally achieved something that no other guy in his school could achieve, feeling that he had finally found someone who saw something special in him, and he had to go and fuck it up. Why, damn it? Why did it have to be this way? He was so lost in his mental struggle that he didn't even notice his hand gently stroking Leslie's back, left bare by the loosely held sheet serving as her temporary "toga". He explored her soft skin mindlessly, almost on autopilot. She felt so good, so warm, and he could feel her breathing, deeply but very slowly.

His hand had a hypnotic affect on Leslie. The void inside her seemed to claw even further, enjoying his touch but tormenting her at the same time. It was both an emptiness of her body as well as her soul. She had wanted to be close, intimate even, with somebody for so long. So long, in fact, that it preoccupied her whole life. She avoided being this close before because of her fear, and that created a dark, empty mass inside her belly and her mind. A constant struggle over her desires and fears. And suddenly, in this one shocking moment, that struggle had ended. It had been released in the frenzy, and now all she felt was the emptiness of her body. The emptiness that needed him to fill it. She felt her hands begin to stroke him back. He tensed-up at first, but soon regained his comforting rhythm.

Samuel was finally able to croak out, "I didn't mean it to be this way."

"I know," she answered with a dreaminess in her voice. Truthfully, her mind was a million miles away, floating in a cotton of numbness, but something inside her was taking over. She knew exactly what it was, too, and didn't care.

This second personality of Leslie pulled Samuel closer to the body she once shared with the sweet, innocent Leslie. This Leslie needed his warmth. Being hidden inside the other Leslie for so long, she had emerged feeling cold and desperate for his presence. But this new Leslie was actually getting hotter by the second. Boldly, she turned her tear-stained face up to look into his kind, desperate eyes. Hers was a look of knowing, with something cunning and calculating behind it. It was a look that seemed to both frighten and stir strong desire from the young man. He was hypnotized, no longer in control of his body either. His subconscious knew her intent, even if his consciousness was still very confused. She was telling him with her eyes to kiss her, and despite any pleas from the part of him that held his self-doubt and self-loathing (as well as his self-preservation), he leaned in and met her.

This wasn't like their first two kisses. There was nothing innocent and polite about it. Their faces melded together as if to envelope each other, a desperate hunger within it. Both teenagers were lost in the moment, crushing their bodies against each other, stirring the friction that only brought a more incessant hunger to the surface. Samuel's hands eventually migrated down towards her round ass, exploring the contours on the way down and pushing away what little resistance he met from the sheet covering her body. She trembled, feeling grateful for this touch and reciprocated by pulling his hips tighter into her, his groin making contact with her stomach. He was only about two or three inches taller than her, but she felt over-powered by his presence. His arousal began to press more noticeably into her.

Suddenly, she and Samuel were both surprised when her body broke the kiss and slid away from his embrace. With a smile of acceptance on her face, and with the breath in her chest deepening with arousal, she calmly released her grip on the sheet that was already barely covering her nude body. She seemed calm, but deep down she was nervous as hell, her body shivering with the air hitting her once hidden treasure. To Samuel, the sheet seemed to cascade down and hit the floor in slow motion, watching her beautiful body emerge as if she were a classical painting of a goddess. She was a goddess now, and in his hypnotic and aroused state, his body pledged allegiance to her every whim.

The air was silent and filled with her womanly scent as she approached him. His heart was beating furiously, his body unbearably hot. She gracefully approached him, kissed him lightly, and grabbed his now slightly sweaty, black "Misfits" T-shirt. She didn't have to say a word; he automatically raised his arms to allow her the pleasure of undressing him, revealing his chest and back to her. He wasn't in the best shape, but even with the slightly protruding gut he was attractive, with newly forming muscles in his chest and shoulders attracting her attention. He was in no way fat, but he wasn't body-builder material either. None of this seemed to matter to her as she pressed her firm tits against his chest, standing on her toes slightly to mash her nipples against his own. He grabbed her around the waist involuntarily, pulling her close to him as he leaned in for another kiss, but she pulled away again, pushing his arms down to his sides and waving a finger in front of his face. "Not this time, partner. You just enjoy what's about to happen" she seemed to say without even uttering a word. Gingerly, she grabbed at the belt of his pants. She unbuckled him, yanking the belt from the belt-loops and playfully twirling it in her hand, giggling. He grinned, finding her smile to be so enticing, and played along.

More forcefully, she put her fingers down the front of his loose-fitting jeans, grasping them and pulling him roughly up against her. With a wink, he could feel her pull at the fly, unbuttoning and unzipping with a deliciously mischievous grin on both their faces. She "mmm-ed" as she put her hand down his jeans, searching the front of his boxers before finding that nice, hard lump of flesh and massaging it through the cotton cloth. He groaned very softly, almost imperceptible to her ears. He just gazed deep into those green eyes of hers as she explored him. She found the opening of his boxers and swiftly let her fingers venture forward, finding the hot skin of his throbbing cock. He instantly started to grow even more, and with a little help from her inquisitive hand, his penis sprung free through the front opening. Leslie could feel how impressively thick it was, and taking a quick look down confirmed it. She was surprised. She had only seen two penises in her whole life, one her former teacher and "lover" Mr. Busey, and the other her father's. She remembered only seeing her father naked a few times when she was younger, usually when he was stepping out of the shower, and never fully aroused. Mr. Busey had always been aroused when she saw his, but even then, his cock had nothing on this young kid's piece of meat. It must have been at least 7 to 8 inches long. "They were wrong about these Asian men," she said to herself.

She continued to rub his cock, feeling it throb and grow in her palm, as she once again locked eyes with Samuel. His eyes were starting to droop, as if he were about to fall asleep, but he knew he wasn't tired. The pleasure was so intoxicating, but he dared not shut his eyes as he looked into this angel's face. He was starting to breathe harder, obviously enjoying the massage he was receiving. She leaned up to kiss him, and as their tongues started to push against each other, she brought the tip of his cock up against her belly, brushing it against her pubic mound before pushing it down to meet her clit. He groaned into her mouth and he felt the skin of his cock rub against her hot, wet flesh. Again she broke the kiss, and with the same wicked smile started to kiss her way down his chin, his throat, his chest. She let her tongue play with his nipples for a short time as she continued to jack him off, and this time he couldn't help but shut his eyes as the pleasure took over. She continued her way down, kissing and licking down past his navel and teasing his jet-black pubic hair with her breath. Finally, settling down on her knees, she brought her face right in front of his groin, his phallus centimeters from her deep red lips. She kept looking up at his face, enjoying the delightful, pained look in his eyes as she stuck her tongue out, touching the slit of his cock-head lightly. He gasped, and she tasted the salty pre-cum on the tip of her tongue before letting it travel up and down the length of his shaft. Her hand continued to pull at the skin of his cock, and she marveled at the hood of skin that slid over the head of his cock, hiding it from view and then revealing it with every pull. Mr. Busey had been circumcised, and she couldn't remember if her father's flaccid penis had had a foreskin on it or not, so this was a truly amazing thing for her. She could smell the pungent aroma of his sex emanating from under this loose skin, and soon she pulled it all the way back, exposing the purple, mushroom cap of his head. She had moved down to licking his balls, sparsely covered in straight black hair, and she could actually feel them move around as his sac tightened and loosened almost rhythmically.