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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

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Dearest Reader, Just a little piece written sometime back I found on a hard drive.

Enjoy! EZ

HEAT

She looks up at me, her eyes excited and seductive. With a lascivious grin, she

purses her lips and lowers them against the head of my cock. Slowly, her pressured

lips slide down his shaft, her tongue rhythmically flicking his underside in butterfly

strokes, until he touches the back of her throat. She sucks, applying a vacuum, then

presses her tongue hard into him, slowly pulling back until only his head remains.

She suckles as her long, delicate fingers circle his shaft with gentle presence,

stroking him with pointed nails. She dislodges his head with a popping sound. Big,

gorgeous eyes under dark lashes warm me, as a smile turns the corner of her lip.

She holds him in her left hand. Her right hand tickles my ball sac as she licks his

underside like a lollipop. Her long hair spreads out around her, caressing my bare

legs. Her full lips, free of lipstick, are the color of her nipples, a glowing pink with

blood engorged purple hue. She watches my face, smiling, flirting.

"Do you wish me to hurry?"

"No. Slowly."

She kisses him, circling his head with her tongue, pecking his blind eye as if trying to

burrow there. Wide mouthed, she inhales, cooling his head with a tantalizing breeze.

Teeth under closed lips, taking him until again he strokes the back. She closes her

eyes and moves, adjusting the angle of her throat. She swallows. I feel the tightness

of her throat around his head. Fluttering like the gills of a fish, her throat massages

him, then pops him free, her tongue hard on his underside.

A sweat breaks on my upper lip; I leisurely lick the hot salt. I cannot focus, creating

an angelic glow of softness around her own integral beauty as she watches me with

liquid and erotic eyes. She smiles around him as I feel her nail points skim across my

perineum and oscillate at my sensitive anal opening. Electrical shocks fly through me

and tiny spasms move me sensually. Returning the way they came, the nail points

scratch the rear of the ball sac. Her mouth is suckling him as she gently pulls and

releases the sac sending a wave of heat through my core.

I love seeing a woman with my cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollow, lips pursed. I

love her nestled between my legs, slurping. I can feel her heat rising, watch her face

and body's subtle, sexual movements, the bloated look of her face as she cheeks the

head allowing her to lick the sides with her hot, furry tongue. Little sweat will break

out first above her lip demonstrating her effort at pleasing me, her desire to bring me

ecstasy.

My own orgasm approaches.

"Slow it down," I moan.

She sits back, releasing me. She chews on a piece of ice, chilling her mouth and

lips. She takes him again and bites the crown with her teeth, simultaneously

squeezing the ball sac. I whimper as he deflates slightly before she sucks him in

again. Her mouth is cold, the ice against him so cold it is hot. I squirm from the chills

flashing through me. She holds him softly in her mouth until the ice dissolves, her

hands meandering aimlessly on my groin. He responds. Again and again, she

caresses and massages with tongue and lips and hand, tenderly, lovingly, as tension

builds.

I hold her head in both hands, telling her of my need and desire to release. Her hair

is damp against her head. I feel the tautness of her neck and jaw muscles. She

increases her suction and speed to accelerate me. Her face is slippery with sweat

under my hands and the wetness conducts the electricity flowing from her to my

brain. Her left hand circles him, providing a break stop to control the depth I enter. I

feel her move her head, letting my prick bounce against the roof of her mouth. My

sweat drips on her damp hair. Her eyes watch me, alive and liquid, proud and

passionate. Her hips move erotically, signaling her own lust. I emit a low moan and,

suddenly, she multiplies the vacuum as I explode in her. My ass and legs are

spasming, my pubis thrusting of its own accord as ropes of my white, salty liquid fill

her mouth. I feel her swallow as my male hardness ejaculates against her palate.

Her eyes close, utter pleasure radiating from her expression as her throat drains her

mouth of her reward.

My hands fall from her head. She decelerates us both, slowing, continuing to suck

gently, pulling all the cum from me. Momentarily, she lets my softening prick fall from

her mouth. She stretches her jaw as her tongue licks her chaffed lips, wetting them

and capturing a droplet of my juice which has oozed out. She suckles the softening

cock.

I become erect again. Invigorated rather than depleted, I lead her to bed. She crawls

to the middle on hands and knees, undulating the seat of my desire, teasing me.

Alive, her heat and smell quaffs in waves as she writhes, naked, legs splayed, pelvis

tilting in pleading invitation. Tauntingly, her legs snap shut as my knee touches the

bed. I pry them apart and bury my nose in her bush. I love her stimulation of my

senses. Each area, breasts, inner thighs, stomach, pussy, has its own feel and sight,

unique texture and taste. I have a big nose. I use it as another hand, a hand uniquely

able to savor the spices of this holy land, a hand whose bridge nuzzles her clitoris

while drawing in her unique perfumes. Like a snake, my tongue flicks the swollen

and tender lips and slides into the warm passion flower, savoring the essence of her

gender. My tongue is prehensile, wrapping around the burning button emerging from

its coverlet to announce her unquenched and growing needs. I bury my senses in

her feminine soul, juice on my lips and cheeks, the flow of energy like river rapids

through me.

She moans and twists, hands in my hair, grinding my face against pulsing loins. I

hold her arms tightly, restraining her, creating an anchor during her primordial

cyclone. She pulls and strains, increasing her pleasure. She locks her thighs around

my head, squeezing and pressurizing her own central core.

"Oh, god, please . . . so good . . . so good," she mews.

I love the sounds of love, the groans, moans, slurps and whimpers. I love the talk, the

pleading and needy encouragements of us in passion, leading and rewarding each

the other. Her legs release, planting heels firmly, pushing, thrusting, jamming, her

pussy into my mouth, demanding, begging as she soars in a storm, violent winds

lifting her upward. I lavish in the sweet, thick cream which flows from her.

"Yes . . . oh, migod . . . yes . . . !" she screams as she spasms, shaking in shock

waves of passion.

I hear her spew and sputter, incoherently demanding, as I alternatively suck and

tongue her clitoris, sending orgasm after orgasm through her, draining her, emptying

her desire into my hungry mouth as I consume her into me. Panting, sweat covered,

her thighs slick with her own juices spread by my willing mouth, she inertly lies,

involuntary movements from the aftershocks traversing her.

I release her arms. My left arm behind her knees, I lift her ass in the air and swat her,

my right-hand flat, stinging only slightly to reawaken her, letting her adrenaline flow

again. She hardly notices the first swat, or the second. On the third, eyes blink

rapidly and body shakes as if awakening from death, the little death. Seeing me

above her, like a tigress she springs, pulling me down on her.

She demands, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

I grab her ankles, forcing legs wide, thrusting her pelvis up. She sensuously laughs

and guides him, stroking his head on her nether lips, busy fingers spreading them

wide to receive him. I ram hard, my whole weight powering the lunge into her. Her

arms around me, claws cutting me, digging in to hold me against her. She spasms,

squeezes him urgently, arching her back, pulsating in ecstasy. She screeches like

an owl, a high, thin sound, all her tight vocal cords will release.

I bring her legs in, trapping them, doubled between my shoulders and her breasts. I

rise until my rigid cock supports my whole weight as he burrows in her. Time is

compressed, each nuance of our actions magnified in obsessing clarity.

My cock, acting on its own like some missile powered by his need to fill her with seed,

blasts towards its desired explosion. I feel the incredible tightness in my sac and ass

snap taut into the rigidity of the end. She is frozen below me, eyes bugged out,

mouth wide, lips full, face contorted, her own continuing explosions causing us both

to reel and buck by the muscle spasms in her ass and thighs.

He is milked as if by the pressure of a dozen hands as I burn in her lava-filled vent,

our juices the magma coating and flowing over us, ears filled with the explosions of

ecstasy.

I lay in her, unable to determine where she ends and I began as if the heat melded us

together.

Consumed and inert, we drift to other dimensions on the power we created.

 

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