Chapter 12

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.