His fingers roughly dug into the demi-globes of flesh, kneading them. She squirmed with the manipulation, grinding her crotch into the hardening length at his groin.
'Oooohh!' she moaned. 'My god, I love your hands on me!'
'Not as much as I do,' he whispered, giving up her neck to speak.
'Don't be fresh, young man, or you'll get a bust in the mouth,' Karin replied, smiling coyly down at her partner.
'There's nothing I would like more,' he grinned up. 'Right one or left?'
'Neither, greedy,' she chuckled, pushing herself up and away from his arms, 'unless I get this dress off!'
Smiling, he watched as she rose. Standing before him, her eyes flashed and her arms gracefully arched to her shoulders, slipping the sheath over them. The dress drifted down around her ankles like a cloud. She revelled in the desire that ignited in Ponkert's eyes as they raced over her body.
Although he had viewed her on numerous occasions during the past month, she was most definitely a she- takes-your-breath-away vision. She seemed to be a living portrait that had stepped from a painting by the Twentieth Century master, Jeff Jones. The type of woman that caused a man to ache by just looking at her. Her swollen breasts spilled over the thin cloth of her bra, which she wore more for containing than supporting. Her arms twisted behind her back unclasping the delicate garment, tossing it to the ground. The twin mountains of flesh sprang to freedom, jiggled slightly, then jutted proud and firm.
Her hands now glided down the curving slope of her sides. Her fingers hooked under her bikini panties and slid them over the tempting flue of her hips and down her long lithe legs until she stepped from them and the dress around her ankles. The triangle of fleece at the junction of her thighs was the same frosty blonde as the clouds of hair that fell around her shoulders.
'Have I ever told you, you're beautiful?' he asked rhetorically.
Her smile grew. 'Several times. But don't stop, I like it!'
Suddenly she pouted, 'There's something unfair about this arrangement!'
'What?' he asked, unable to remove his eyes from the naked beauty.
'You sure make it difficult for a girl,' she continued in mock-disgust.
'You're lying there gawking with your clothes on!'
He glanced down at his jumpsuit, grinning sheepishly. In the excitement of watching her expertly strip, he had simply forgotten. Three zippers, two on his boots and one on his jumpsuit, rectified the situation. He never bothered with underclothes.
She watched the hasty disrobing with an interest that matched his a few moments ago. While he wasn't the most handsome man in the world, every inch of his six-foot-three body rippled with the well-toned muscles of a swimmer.
However, her eyes centered on the thick shaft that throbbed at her, rising at a forty-five degree angle from the dark, curly forest covering his groin. Her pink tongue flicked lightly over her lips leaving a moist glistening trail. A dampness welled between her legs.
'How's that, woman?' he questioned, his white teeth flashing in a wide grin.
She strutted before the man, her bulbous breasts bobbing in a tantalizing dance of swaying motion. She stopped so that the hard buds that precariously topped the fleshy mounds brushed the hairs of his chest.
'I think I like you much better in the flesh,' she said.
His arms reached out and encircled the woman, crushing her full length to him, while his lips covered hers. His tongue greedily probed the sweet warmth of her mouth. There was no resistance; she seemed to push herself ever harder against his body, as if tying to climb up on him.
Her stomach swayed against his, rolling and teasing the swollen cock that swelled between them. Both gasped for breath, when they finally parted.
'I think you were mentioning something about a bust in the mouth a moment ago,' Ponkert said, his hands running up her satin-touch skin until they cupped and raised the firm cones. 'They used to say, more than a mouthful is wasted. But somehow, I think they were wrong!'
She started to laugh, but his mouth covering the tip of her breast put an end to the reaction. She only threw her head back and moaned as his tongue lashed out, taunting the rose-coloured nubbin that jutted hard and proud from her tit.
His lips and teeth joined his tongue at teasing, while his hands kneaded the globe.
Arching back slightly and entangling her fingers in his hair, she shoved the gigantic mound into his mouth as if attempting to force the ponderous mass down his throat. Then pulling one of her hands free, she reached down and grasped the pulsing rod that stabbed eagerly at her belly. Squeezing, she jerked up and down along its rigid length.
Following suit, his hand roughly covered her vulva. His index finger found the damp crease of her pussy and plunged into the hot, wet channel of her vagina. In and out, the digit worked, moving across the agitated surface of her clitoris with each exciting stroke.
The two-fold stimulation was more than the girl could endure. Moaning under the dual manipulations, her knees turned to liquid. Together, like a slow motion scene, they sank to the grassy bed that cushioned their bodies.
He released his hold on the now-aching breast and once more covered her full luscious lips with his own, as he rode atop her writhing body.
Beneath him, her long, shapely legs opened, spreading for his entry. Her hand, still maintaining its grasp on his cock, glided the turgid organ to the moist lips of her mound.
As the blood-filled head of his penis nuzzled the golden down between her thighs, he threw his hips forward, thrusting the swollen shaft into the hot, lubricated shelter of her vagina.
The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry of pleasure from the girl's throat.
The tight young muscles of her cunt contracted into a squeezing sheath surrounding his throbbing manliness. Her hips jerked upward, burying the hard pole deeper in her velvet-lined tunnel.
'God!' she groaned. 'You feel so big! And so long!'
Rising on his arms, he hung over the blonde-haired woman so that they were joined only at their hips. Then he vigorously pumped himself into her fiery, liquid core in long hard strokes. Over and over, he threw himself into the girl, as the sense of urgency that had dominated him throughout the day drove him on at a desperate pace.
She didn't mind. She groaned and moaned under the battering attack.
Anchoring her hands on his back, she pulled, bringing his full weight crushing atop her. She writhed and twisted with pleasure under the fleshy impact. Her hips leapt up to meet his every plunge. The rigid shaft of flesh forced its way deeper and deeper into the quick of her soul.
Groping, his hands slid under her excited ass. He dug his fingers into the tension hard buttocks, jerking her pelvis to him, increasing his angle of entry. His cock pounded deeper into the welcoming cunt.
They soared in a delirium of erotic fever, both striving to reach new heights of ecstasy. Pounding, groaning, aching and grunting, they drove for the full measure of pleasure each offered, until an imploding universe of lust consumed her in wave upon wave of soul-blasting passion.
Simultaneously, fire raced from his testicles through his pulsing organ and erupted in a boiling, molten explosion of fiery come. The burning liquid blasted out of the pinprick hole in the end of his cock, splattering, coating and filling her belly with sperm and semen. Gallon upon gallon of the creamy come jetted into the girl's belly, until it welled from around the base of his shaft and trickled from the lips of her cunt.
Their lust expended, they collapsed, drained and fulfilled. Their breaths came deep and satisfied. A light summer's breeze stirred, sweeping their bodies in relaxing coolness.
For moments, Ponkert lay soaking in Karin's warmth and softness. As his strength returned and his penis deflated to a limp hose, he rolled from atop her onto his back. Opening his arms, he accepted the head that nestled into the hollow of his shoulder. His arms and hands caressed her tenderly.
'I'll wait for you,' she whispered. 'I'll… '
Suddenly his world blurred and Karin quivered, then vanished. The warm security of Earth melted and was replaced by an empty blackness and burning acid seared through his veins.
Somewhere in the darkness, a voice called to him, 'Ponkert, Chadwick Ponkert the Third!'
The voice was that of a woman. It wouldn't let him be.
