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.
Grasping the base of his desire-pulsing pole, she pulled it straight up into the air. She rose to her elbows so that her mouth hovered a mere fraction of an inch from his gorged glans. Her eyes rolled to him to make sure she had his undivided attention, then returned to the fascinating lance of flesh.
With his eyes glued to her, her tongue, pink and moist, curled out from behind her luscious lips. It lightly brushed over the skin of his sensitive cockhead. He shuddered with pleasure under the feathery flick.
When his eyes opened again, he saw the red-headed beauty rolling the fluids she had taken from his cock in her mouth.
Apparently satisfied, she returned for a second sampling. Her tongue flicked out, trapping another crystal drop of preseminal fluid as it welled from the tiny slit in the head of his shaft. The reddening crown of his rod was left glistening with saliva in the wake of her washing pink tongue.
Glancing up to her moaning partner, she noted the pleasure she was igniting in him. Her tongue licked and languidly lapped over the thick arrowhead as she watched him watching her. Then her eyes dropped to the shaft that demanded her full attentions. In long full strokes, she licked up and down the bludgeoning length of his rod. Her oral digit slackened the ponderous pole from its pulsing tip to the dark hairs that sprouted around its base.
His shudders increased as her soft caresses swirled over his manhood.
His body was alive and every ounce of his being was entered on the lavish oral worship she offered his sex. He moaned and quivered as a constant series of tremors rose from his balls and raced through his body.
Up and down and around she worked her engrossing ministrations. His cock was a flavoured candy stick and she was fully intent to take all the flavour from it she could. There was no first time hesitancy on her part. She knew that her actions pleased the man under her and that was all she needed to know. She went about her business as if she had been eating cock all her life.
Tonguing her way downward, she found the tight sac of balls clinging securely to his scrotum. Teasing, she prodded the wrinkled bag of skin with her tonguetip. She tickled and tenderly taunted the sac, scooting the kidney-shaped rocks around inside with her flirting touch. After endless minutes of this enticing torture, her oral digit darted out and bathed the tight sac, washing it slick with her saliva.
He watched with ball-aching enthusiasm as her head slowly rose from between his thighs, bringing with it a return of those thrilling soft strokes up and down his throbbing shaft. He moaned and did his damnedest to keep his eyes open to enjoy the fascinating view that was as sexy as hell!
Again her eyes darted to his face and her mouth stopped its work just long enough for a pleased smile. Then she returned her tongue to his prick, making it jerk and twitch as she once more administered her slavering licks. Following the lead he had provided with his own oral love-making to her cunt, she began to nibble along the swollen pole. She lightly bit at the thick meat as if afraid of hurting it. She mouthed around its circumference, perfectly content in just holding its virile life.
As she continued the nibbling, kissing movements to her oral symphony, she slipped a long-fingered, cool hand to his scrotum and gently teased there. She encompassed the taut sac, letting her fingers gingerly edge his balls back and forth within their fleshy confines.
Then she once more hovered over his lust-bludgeoning arrowhead. Her eyes were mesmerized by the jerking, throbbing dance of his stiff manhood.
Her lips puckered and once more she planted a warm kiss on the agitated glans. As she withdrew, her tongue slicked her lips, washing his juices into her mouth. She seemed to smack lightly as the fresh taste of his sex entered her lips.
With no warning of her next action, she dropped to his cock like a hungry tigress determined to devour her prey. Her elastic-like lips formed a tight portal, then pouted over the fat, knobby head of the fleshy shaft. He groaned as he watched his prick vanish into her mouth and humid sweetness that bathed at least half his length.
As abruptly as she had swallowed him up, she released her hold on his prick and pulled up. She coughed and looked at him, her face blushing with embarrassment. While she had the desire of a lifetime cocksucker, she lacked the experience. He smiled understandingly. After all, this was her maiden attempt.
"Breathe through your nose," he directed her in a loving tone. "It will help stop the gagging."
Following his instruction, she fell to her task, this time taking him until his glans nudged the back of her throat. Her cheeks filled with him. She pulled up and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked up the stiff warm tube of male meat. As she crested the hard cylinder, her tongue whipped over the super-sensitive head and she sucked with all her might.
She swirled, lashed and whipped the friction agitated glans.
He squirmed and moaned. His hands reached down and tenderly caressed her face. His fingers found her mouth firmly attached to his prick and traced the tight ring of her puckered lips.
He watched as her lips began to inch their way down the swollen rod of his sex. Licking as best she could with the ponderous mass of cock cramming into her mouth, she glided toward his hilt. Her now controlled breaths moved warmly through the forest of his pubic hairs. The thick head nudged the back of her mouth once again, then she let it slide down her throat, as if attempting to swallow him. Amazed at her ability, he stared as he disappeared into the warm shelter of her mouth. Her head bobbed and her cheeks strained outward as she took all of the bludgeoning burden. He moaned as he felt her mouth twitch around him.
She swallowed, saving herself from drowning in a mixture of her own saliva and his juices.
Entirely entrenched in her face, he rotated his pelvis, letting his cock flop and jump and jerk. Her tongue in loving strokes, washed around the turgid rod. She sucked and licked as best she could.
She eased off the pole, allowing him to view its glistening length. Then she glided back down the rod. Then she came off again. Then down. Over and over, he watched himself disappear into her hungry mouth. He writhed as she bathed and soaked his organ in oral delight.
Her mouth imitated the natural rhythm of her cunt. She sucked and gobbled at the thick slab of meat she now worshipped. Her tongue swirled and licked. Over and down, around and up she licked.
Licking and sucking and licking some more, she moved her head up and down. The solid length of cock slid in and out of her lips. Her tongue lashed and swirled. Faster and faster, she ate at his sex as if she had been doing it all her life. She sucked and ate and licked.
While he would have loved to have blasted forth in that willing mouth, drenching her tonsils with his come, he realized that her willingness was all that mattered now. The rest would be acquired sooner or later-although from the way she intently gobbled at his prick he felt it would be sooner. But right now there was no need in ruining a good thing that promised to get better. He would not force her to take the cream of his loins tonight. But another night, when she was more accustomed to his cock in her mouth, that would be another story. But now that was too much and too soon.
Gently reaching down, he pulled her lips from his impaling rod. Before she could offer a word of protest, his arms slipped under her armpits and he tugged her to him. Straddling his crotch and feeling the wet pole of sex throbbing against her equally wet cunt was all the explanation of his actions that she needed.
Lifting slightly on her knees that were doubled under her, she grabbed a hearty hold on his manliness and popped it into the open mouth of her pussy. Gingerly, she lowered herself on the swollen column, letting it fill her wanton channel. Slowly, she moved up and down on the pole she sat on, getting the feel of this new approach to their love-making. She quivered as she felt the knobby head of his shaft open into new depths of her vagina. She shivered as his cock strained and moved along a path it had never taken before. The sensations were familiar, but new and far from unpleasant.
Using the leverage of her doubled legs, she pushed up and down, riding the thick rail with increasing speed. Her hands reached out and firmly planted themselves on his heaving chest for support. Her breasts, glistening with perspiration, bounced and juggled and swayed in a tantalizing dance of desire from her chest. The pink, erect cherries protruding from the tips of the proud cones traced invisible figure eights and circles in the air as they jerked around wildly.
On his back, he smiled up at this girl who was such a willing student in the carnal arts. She was free and open in all her actions. She gave and accepted the way nature had designed the human body to do. There were no blocks of false morality to be found within her.
As she rode his crotch and the swollen length of cock solidly impaled in her loins, he slipped a hand between them. A probing fingertip found the throbby button of her clit. She squealed with pleasure as his finger found the sensitive target it sought.
Rolling and massaging the fleshy button, he whipped the girl's passion to a fever pitch to match the urgency that rose in his balls.
As she entered the first orgasmic contractions of her release, and came tumbling down to his chest, his testicles exploded with their own release. A seemingly impossible ocean of sperm and come forced its way up the thin tube in the centre of his cock. Outward the thick gallons of cream splashed into the heated cavern of trembling flesh.
He groaned as he gratefully emptied his balls into this open woman of Keller. He thrashed as the steamy juices of love boiled from his prick and flowed into the contracting folds of her vagina. He moaned as wave after new wave of pleasure racked his body. He quaked as spurt after spurt seared its way through his cock.
For moments that seemed like days he drained himself into the chalice of desire that lay atop him, lost in her own rapture. They clung together as they glided down to earth on the sweet winds of passion. Warmly and tenderly their mouths kissed and conveyed all the "thank yous" that were needed and then some.
Somewhere as they held each other very, very close the relaxing veils of sleep clouded his eyes… … until he was awakened by the brush of teasing lips against his ear.
His eyelids pushed their way open. Sunlight flooded the room through the sheer draperies that lined the room.
"It's morning," she whispered, as her lips lightly glided on his cheek, eventually possessing his lips in a long and stirring "good morning" kiss.
"That's one hell of a nice way to wake up," he smiled when they parted.
"Think I'll fall back asleep so you can wake me again."
She laughed and her lips fell to his again. Her tongue flicked and twisted into his mouth, doing all sorts of warm thrilling little things.
When their lips pulled apart this time, both of them panted.
"Do I detect a hint that you would like to continue with last night's greetings?" he smiled, his fingers tenderly tracing the womanly features of her face.
"No," she smiled. "Last night is gone. There's nothing we can do about it. However, the morning is new and I believe it should be celebrated."
"Why you shamefully horny wench" he answered in mock-shock. His palm slapped sharply over the perky slopes of her buttocks.
She retaliated immediately, digging her finger into his ribs and tickling. "It's your fault, milord! You took my innocence and made me what I am today… "
"… a man-hungry bitch whose desires will never be sated," he laughed, squirming away from her fingers. His hand jumped between her legs and squeezed the plump mound of her sex. It was already moist. "I've created a Frankenstein's monster!"
"I know not who this Frankenstein is," she twisted from his grip after lingering for a moment, "but if you find me a monster, then there is no celebrating this morning!"
"You delightful bitch," he grinned at her feigned anger, then attacked her exposed neck with a series of teasing nibbles and kisses.
Her arms were at his chest pushing him away as she struggled, not too desperately, to get away from his advances. His hands clasped her wrists, then pinned her arms to the bed as if she were being tied spread-eagle. His mouth moved upward and completely devoured her ear with loving caresses.
"Ohhhooo," she moaned momentarily forgetting her playful fight, then she jerked away. "No, I will not submit to the desires of a vicious rapist!"
He raised above the pinioned red-headed tease, smiling in a lustful leer. She had named the game. And he intended to give it to her! Right where she wanted it!
"You little dick-teasing, bitch, I've watched you strutting around for weeks, flashing that wiggling ass and juggling those bouncing young tits around for all to see," he sneered taking the role she had suggested. He smiled as she squirmed with excitement and gooseflesh rippled over her trapped body. "Now I intend to fuck the hell out of that hot cunt of yours!"
"NOOOOOOO!" she pleaded, in a voice that beckoned him to fulfill his promises. "NOOOOOOO!"
"YESSSSS," he hissed lewdly.
Wiggling her body between her not too tightly clamped legs, his bludgeoning rod twitched at the moist fur of her oh-so-willing pussy.
Quivery little shivers shot through her body at the intimate contact of their sexes. She squirmed and thrashed as if trying to find release from his grip, but her body never moved from the touch of his throbbing cockhead.
"Go on and fight, bitch," he mocked. "I like "em to fight. It makes it all the sweeter for my cock."
"Bastard," she cried out in fake outrage. "My father will have your head for this."
"Ha!" he leered back. "Your father sent you with me so I could get your head!"
"Oh!" she grunted with indignation. His hips lurched forward slithering his bulky prick into the humid cavern of her loins. Her feigned wounded pride turned to a pleased moan of "Oooohhhoooo!"
"That's it, bitch," he grunted, trying not to let the marvellous liquid warmth surrounding his shaft melt the role of rapist. "Take it and love it!"
She squirmed and wiggled her pinned body. This time the action came not in mock-protest but in pure abandoned, wanton sensual desire. Desire for him. It was going to be one hell of a task to be a rapist to such a willing victim, he admitted to himself. But he intended to give it his best before he had to give in to the love that filled his being.
Still holding her arms spread out to her side, he wrenched his cock out from the heated, enfolding burrow of her manhole. Her legs immediately wrapped around his as if she thought he was going to leave her completely. She moaned and her pelvis jumped up in an attempt to recapture him.
But all he needed was room to drop his head to the coral blushed buds topping her breasts. Sucking, licking, and nibbling, he sampled, then ate at the first fattening button until it was stiff and erect. In turn, he moved his head to the opposing cherry of flesh and repeated his taunting oral maneuvers until it stood as hard as its twin.
"This-isn't-fair… " she panted as he excited thrilling waves of pleasure in the sensitive crests of her tits. Her hands struggled to be free of his grip and roam his body.
"There's nothing fair about rape, my lovely bitch." He snapped, then his teeth clamped firmly over one of the rubbery buttons.
Her eyes fluttered with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. But she gave no indication the sensation was uncomfortable. Instead she moaned and squirmed under the body holding hers beneath its weight.
Tenderly, his tongue darted out to the throbbing, now red, nipple and licked. He washed and soothed the fleshy tit-tip with loving oral caresses. Then he pulled his mouth away and once more stretched out on his bed of womanflesh. In sensual languor, she writhed under his bulk.
The satin-covered pillows of her breasts balled against his chest as she rolled them. Their tiny stiff nipples poked at his flesh.
His hips plunged down, ramming his hard prodder toward her cervix hidden in the warm recesses of her vagina. She groaned and threw her pelvis up to embrace the meaty impact of his thrust. She squirmed and rotated her hips, washing his length in the enfolding channel of her belly.
He jerked free again, leaving only the swollen crown of his cock throbbing in the quivering lips of her labia. Grunting, he shafted back into the thick fluids of her flooded furrow. Over and over he repeated his near violent, deep-grinding strokes. Her body leaped to greet each lunge, squirming in a motion that rubbed her excited clit into his pelvis.
For endless minutes he ramrodded himself home into her open quick. He ravished her cunt with jackhammer-like lunges that set his balls slapping wetly at the exposed curves of her buttocks. He bucked and hunched into her like a man gone wild with lust. He poled and drilled and speared and lanced into her sucking cunt. He reamed and rodded into her, whipping her body into a frantic frenzy of desire.
Somewhere amid the rising passion that consumed them both, he released her arms. Without hesitation, she wrapped him in a clutching embrace.
Her fingernails dug into his back, raking long swollen red welts.
Abruptly, he stopped the maddening pace of his fucking cock. He pulled free of her throbbing tunnel of desire, so once more his gorged glans was held in the pouted lips of her cunt. In short teasing strokes he pumped rapidly into her fiery hole, never letting his cock drive deeper than just inside the scalloped folds of her inner lips. She moaned and writhed beneath the taunting torture of his new method of attack. No matter how she tried, bucking and hunching, he would not let her suck him back into the humid mouth of her belly.
His own hands wedged themselves between the springy cushion of their bed and her perky ass. Raising her bottom slightly to increase his angle of entry, he once more slid into her juice-filled pussy. But this time there was no roughness. He slithered as slowly as possible, spreading the softness of her hole as he went. As their crotches met once again, not in fleshy thuds, but with tender insistence. He eased back, withdrawing with the same deliberate languor.
She made no attempt to fight his latest manoeuver of sexual delight.
Instead she lay back in complete submission to his will. Her whole being entered on the thick, swollen column of manhood that slowly packed and re-packed her cunt. She groaned and sighed as she felt every throbbing inch of his pole part the tight confines of her body until she was filled with hot pulsing cock. Her hands roved his back soothing the welts she had made but seconds ago.
His own hands were far from idle. Kneading and fondling the firm demi-globes he held, he tickled and wiggled a finger into the humid dark crease. Probing and searching he found the puckered anal ring. Startled by his newest of explorations of her body, he felt the tight mouth draw taut beneath his tapping digit. The squeezing circle of muscle pouted small smooth fleshy nodes.
As he kept up his slow poling of her liquid cunt, his finger lightly traced around the closed portal to her bowels. Soothing and assuring her, he played over the brown hole until she, at last, relaxed to accept his touch. The inquiring tip of his finger moved to the centre of the small ring and teased at the dark centre. Her body trembled with thrilled quivers brought by his digital suggestion. She relaxed further, inviting his entrance.
He did not hesitate to accept the offering. Gently, so as not to have the tight muscles clamp shut once again and deny him, he eased into her ass hole. Sliding as deep as the confined position would allow, both cock and finger remained motionless to let her accustom her body to its newest invader. He felt the quivering walls of her anal channel go almost flaccid as she accepted him.
Then he began to skewer his fiery shaft back into her clinging slit.
With the same reckless abandon he had first begun in mock-rape, he reamed the flowering folds of her pussy. From behind, his ass-entrenched finger wiggled and twisted as best it could as her body tensed with pleasure under the renewed attack.
Within five of the jackhammer lunges, her body responded to meet his rhythm. She bucked up to grab and suck his pulsing rod into the liquid warmth of her fiery core. The walls of her vaginal tunnel squeezed him with velvet-covered muscles of steel. In loving passionate caresses she milked his length, setting his balls afire with the same desire that inflamed his prick When he jerked outward, she squeezed tighter so the wet, pink lips of her pussy mouth formed a straining ring of muscle that clung and held to his length. Then she relaxed and dropped back to the bed to await his next drilling entry.
However, her willing accommodation of his cock produced just the opposite effect for the finger fucking at her ass hole. When she leaped up to swallow his gorged shaft with her cunt, she slipped off the probing digit. And when she pulled away from his prick, she impaled herself on his finger.
Doubly entered and doubly fucked, she bucked and writhed, moaning as the blasts of carnal pleasure shot through her submissive body. She squealed, moaned, whimpered, cried, groaned, grunted and pleaded with pleasure. She twisted and trembled and quivered with the duel invasion of her body.
At last she shuddered violently as he whipped her to new heights of orgasmic beauty. Her whole body existed only for the pleasure he brought. Her whole being expanded and contracted in a universe gone wild with ecstasy. She was torn from reality and thrown to the winds of pleasure. Wholly and totally she gave herself to the commanding sensations and sailed the multi-coloured sides of rapture.
With perfect timing, he matched her coming. His testicles unleashed a writhing, twisting geyser of sperm and semen. Up and up, it steamed its way through his already burning cock. Higher and higher, it rushed until it seared over the agitated head of his shaft exploding outward into her contracting, squeezing hole.
Jet after spewing jet fountained from his jerking cock. A tidal wave of thick white cream spurted and shot into her caressing cunt. Even after he had completely drained his balls of every last drop of come, the prodigious spasms of release jolted his body over and over.
As his proud hard cock deflated to a limp rubbery hose and slithered from her come-dripping cunt, he rolled to his side and cuddled her still trembling body to him. As they held each other, afraid to disturb the intensity of the sensations and emotions they had created and fanned with love, the sun grew higher in the sky, flooding more light into their palace room.
"Thank you, my baron," she finally whispered. "It was good."
"Very good," he answered. "Very good."
She was silent for a moment as if puzzling over a problem in her mind.
"I think," she commented, "that I would like to have you where your finger was. Do you think we could try it sometime?"
Grinning, he leaned to her and kissed her lips. "I think that also would he very good."
"Good!" she exclaimed. "When do we begin?"
He laughed with delight at her eagerness for another lesson in the pleasures of the flesh, but waved her off, "Hold on, woman! At the moment I'm fucked dry. I don't think I could get it up no matter what!
Give me a little time to regain my strength. In case I haven't mentioned it, you're one hell of a woman in bed!"
Smiling, she planted a wet, warm kiss on his lips to show her pleasure at his compliment. Then her eyes probed his with wondering innocence.
"Do you think if I used my mouth and hands I could wake it again?"
"Judging from past experience," he smiled, "I'd say such measures would shorten the needed time by about half."
Her hazel eyes sparkling with impish delight, she began to run a cool hand down his stomach toward his sleeping cock. Her tongue flicked over her luscious lips, leaving a glistening trail of inviting wetness.
Just about then, a loud ringing knock came from the door to their bed chamber. Disengaging her searching arms, he kissed her lightly, then slid from the bed. He paused on his journey to the door just long enough to pull on his pants.
He cracked the wooden portal open just enough to peek out. Jan, dressed in the full royal regalia of Lindakarian stood outside, a knowing smile on her face.