Fred Sparkrock - Burning Desires

He groaned as he pulled himself from the ever-tightening vagina. Its folds clung to him trying to retain the entrenched cylinder of his meat.

The sensitive skin of his cock stretched as he moved. He wanted to suddenly swing his hands away from her heaving chest and fall into the white cushions of her breasts, crushing them. But he was determined to finish what he had started. He was fully intent on fucking this so willing girl while hunched high above her.

With a smile of satisfaction on his lips, he swung his hips inward, shooting his full length into her. Her eyes closed. A muffled moan gritted out from behind her pleasure-clenched teeth. Despite her clutching pussy that gripped him in a velvet vise, he eased out and plunged back into the humid tunnel. Her breasts quivered under his fingers, trembling and shivering.

She arched her hips to him, her yearning pelvis demandingly pressing into his. The pouted, pink lips of her cunt reached out to swallow him, balls and all. Her muscles squeezed and relaxed in a titillating, exotic rhythm. The delightful movements of her exquisitely tight pussy, blasted excited currents through his length. The mounting pressure of his testicles grew. He was sure he would have lost his load by now had it not been for his royal activities last night. As it was, the somewhat diminished supply of sperm and semen in his aching rocks extended this engrossing ride in this red-headed beauty's saddle of desire.

He suddenly increased the power of his drives into the sweet, hot hole that held him. The muscles of his calves and thighs were rock hard, cording beneath the skin of his legs. His half-standing position allowed the extra leverage needed to boost the mighty surges of his cock. Their crotches slammed together loud and wet, forcing grunts of desire from their lips.

She welcomed the thrusts and begged for more and harder plunges. He obliged and flung himself into the clingy mouth with such violence it jarred the breath from her lungs. Moany little cries trickled from her throat continuously. Her hands were on his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into his skin, raking and clawing like the claws of a panther. Her head jerked from side to side, while her tongue washed across her slackened lips. Her body writhed and thrashed with urgency. Her pelvis leaped up to each ramrodding plummet of his thick cock.

He drilled and reamed into the flowering folds of her pussy. He drove with reckless abandon into the juice slippery well of her body. He tried to knock the bottom out of her cunt, but she just opened up new untouched reaches of her vagina. Grunting and moaning, he plunged and thrust. Like a jackhammer, his penis ravaged her open slit, slaying the pink lips.

She came. Jerking and bucking under him, she came. Her sucking pussy contracted and relaxed, and contracted and relaxed, over and over. A long, low pleasure scream tore from her lips. Her vaginal channel was suddenly flooded with fresh waves of lubricants.

Then he had his own coming. The sensation that lashed upward from his testicles was fantastic. He knew that the volcanic rush surely contained every drop of come held in the exploding rocks. But the walls of the silken tunnel surrounding his length milked at him bringing new spurts of thick cream jetting from his aching glans.

Still suspended above this marvellous girl, his body jerked with each spasmodic fountain of sperm and semen. His own cries of fulfilment mixed and mingled with hers in the immense bed chamber. When the last throb had ebbed from his body and the pleasure ignited by the slightest move of his cock proved too much for him to bear, he eased his deflating organ from the girl and rolled to the side, collapsing in a moaning heap at her side. Drained, physically and emotionally, neither had any intention of moving for several moments. Gradually, their heavy panting gave way to the deep breathing of satisfaction.

She edged herself next to him and accepted the pillow of his arm that he offered.

Snuggling into the warmth of the hollow of his shoulder, she spoke, "I know that having given you my life, I have no right to say this, but-Chad, I love you. I love you!"

The words hit him like a driving swing from Thor's hammer, nearly knocking him for a somersault. He suddenly wondered why he had been so stupid these past weeks. Why he hadn't recognized what was occurring.

After all, it happens even to the best of us, he admitted to himself.

"You might find this hard to believe," he said as he pulled her atop him so that he stared into her hazel eyes, "but I love you, my little Elf. I love you, one damn-hell-whole-lot-of-a-much!"

He couldn't hold back the happiness that rolled up his throat and jumped from his lips as laughter as she suddenly was all over him with wet and warm kisses. As he responded, her own merry laughter echoed within the bed chamber.

Filled with all those warm, marvellously tingling feelings that come with the recognition of two people in love, their hands caressed and fondled each other as their mouths did the same thing. Although, they had sated their lust, they were unable to get enough of the feel of each other.

Desire fanned higher and higher, while lust was replaced by the newly discovered and deeper feelings of love. Playfully and with adoring attention, they touched and felt skin that was far from alien to their fingers. However, the sensation was new and fresh.

They locked and clutched tightly to each other in warm embraces.

Laughing and crying at the same time, they searched each other's body with a new found vitality. Their tongues teased and twisted in each other's mouth, driving into the depths of their throats. Then they were nibbling and biting and kissing at each other's neck and ears.

His hands, as they had the uncontrollable tendency to do, wandered back to her chest and lost themselves in the fantastic feel of her firm, proud breasts. With insistent tenderness, he squeezed and molded the young cones. His fingers thrilled the hardened nipples with new waves of pleasure sensations, heightened by love.

Likewise, her own hands caressed his muscular chest. She tapped and playfully pinched the small pebbles of his nipples into stiff buttons that ached wonderfully with a swirling rush of pain and pleasure.

However, she quickly tired of the tiny nodes and glided her palms over the rippled musculature of his stomach. She laughed with delight as his taut belly quivered under her exploring touch. At last, she found the treasure she sought. The rod that she had grown to love and worship through his gentle guidance. Demandingly, her hand clamped around the thick shaft and squeezed. Squeezed until he moaned, load and aroused.

Then she abruptly pulled away from him.

"It's my turn," she announced, her almost green eyes flashing with an impish light.

"Your turn?" he grinned up at the enchanting beauty. "Your turn for what?"

"For this" she smiled.

In a quick turning movement, she twisted and hung above his crotch, gazing at the swollen pole of flesh jutting from his loins. He watched with new thrills swirling in his testicles as she bent toward the throbbing rod. Her lips puckered and tenderly kissed the fat red crown of his cock. His hips lurched and a throaty desire-moved sigh pushed its way over his lips.

"I believe you would like to feel my mouth as much as I loved yours," she teased, once more pressing her virgin lips to the tip of the hard shaft. Her actions brought a similar response from her man. "Yes, I do believe I was right."

He smiled at the delightful tease that now offered her mouth to him. He realized that his recent abandoned tonguing of her cunt had led the way for this open offer. An action he was now doubly pleased in doing.

As she slid between his legs, as he had done to get to her pussy with his tongue, he reached up and doubled a pillow under his neck so that he would have an unobstructed view of her oral activities.