Called Heads, Damn Near Got Tail

“Heads!” Tails never fails, Dave! I regret it as soon as she catches it with her right and, with a flourish, slams it on the back of her left.

Her fingers slide away and reveal… that damned, taunting eagle. Never was my patriotic spirit so low as to see that stupid bird facing up at us.

“Thank God.”

“Damn!” I give a heavy sigh... but at least she still has to be sexy about it. What was she going to do? Naked jumping jacks? Twerking squats? They'd all be quite sexy... but nothing was going to make me come just by looking at her getting a workout. No reason to not play along, then... even if I'm not bound to do so like she is. “Well, rules are rules; where do you want me?”

She doesn't answer at first, taking the time to put the coin away in her tiny bag before facing me again. “I want you to... lay down on the floor.” She's being careful... and nervous, which excites me. The victory on the coin flip has left her attitude now that she's faced with actually having to perform for me. She's back to a bit of disdain, fear, and maybe just a touch of despair as she realizes she still needs to "win" by getting me to let loose, and I'm ready to outlast whatever erotic exercise/dance she has in store.

At least, I thought I was. As I lay on the hard bedroom floor, wondering what she'll pick... she slowly steps over and around me, her feet at my sides and her active slit in plain sight. What is she planning...?

“I want you to... wait right there, I've got an idea.”

“Buying time?”

“No, it's... you're not big enough to make this work like it did in my head.”

I'm stunned at the accusation. I mean, I'm not large per se but... well, I'd be big enough for her, she'll see-!

“Here.”

A minute later, her "remedy" is in place: my pelvis is slightly raised on the pillow she slipped under my ass, creating an awkward, backwards version of a pose that I think I've mostly seen done by girls in pornos. Again she steps over me... and at last, as she bends her knees and waist with her eyes forward, I realize her intent. “Don't move,” is the final placement command she gives me... and it takes everything in me to obey.

“Mmmhmm,” I barely reply as she does a perfect, deep, athletic squat... just shy of right onto my cock. The twitching tip of my dick--edged for several minutes at this point-- kisses her wet slit for just a moment... just a divine, sliding, tempting moment... before Leona raises again in perfect form.

Oh no... oh... God. She's going to do squats... and she's going to perform the slightest pussyjob every time she comes down until I jizz. That, or until her legs get tired... you know, Leona's legs. The legs of a fucking bastketball varsity star.

Fuck.

She must have seen my horny despair on my face, because at last she's smiling. “Does that feel good, Dave?” she mockingly coos.

“Y-Yeah-” I inadvertently moan before I stutter to backpedal until I fall into frustrated silence.

“I bet... hmm, what should I call you, though? You one of those freaks who want to be called 'daddy' in bed?”

“I can't say that I aaaaaaam,” I moan as she rapidly squats back down, again with that perfect form, and sits her pussy right onto my cock. She hangs there, my dick twitching against her labia, as she slowly, gently rotates her hips. Fuck, if I slip in... even just the tip, fuck... oh fuck...!

Her eyes never leave mine except when I'm wincing from the stimulation. “You know, you can give up if you like...”

“Getting... t-tired already?”

“You have no idea how long this is going to take, do you?” She rises again... and a thin strand of our mixed fluids stretches between our genitals as she rises until it breaks and settles on my bobbing manhood.

This is bad. What can I think about to take my mind away from this? Naked old women? Math? Literature-- wait, no, that just takes me back to- aaaooooh man.

She drops a third time, my head firmly spearing against her clit, and she offers a little grunt herself. “You know, I hate to do this, but a win's a win...”

Before I can decipher her meaning, her hands go to the hem of her sports bra. I had intended to peel it right off myself if I won the coin toss... and now I really, really wish she'd just keep those tits pinned down and out of sight. But no: with only mild hesitation, the bra goes up to reveal underboob... and underboob... and yet more underboob as she slowly unsheathes the huge, D-cup tits all the boys in school damn well wish they could see in their full, bouncing glory. Her chest was already big in the grasp of that (miraculous) top, but here, with her dark, fat nipples erect on huge, natural breasts... her gyrating just gained a geometry and beauty that I can feel building up in my-

Whoa, boy, down! I close my eyes at last as I try to imagine... fucking anything, really, anything to ignore the slipping flesh against the most sensitive tip of me. She finally rises again, and I dare a glance. My cock is thoroughly soaked now, evidencing my aura's effect on her own arousal, and maybe her just being a little too into dominating me at what was essentially my own game. That state of her being "into it" might explain why she's groping her own tits now in front of me and... and scooping her left into her own mouth to suckle upon it.

Jesus, how is a virgin this hot? How am I the pervert here?! Before I realize it, she's coming back down and I've lost all the threads I started to work in my head to distract from that shimmering, hungry sex of hers as it comes down and opens ever so slightly as if to swallow my poor cock.