[Summer Contest Entry 2012] Sulfuric Freesia
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The scents of sulfur and freesia intermingled to intoxication. The crackle and pops of fireworks echoed as the field glowed in bursts of intense color. Her steps fumbled behind him as she tried to watch the skies. His grip tightened as he quickened his pace and pulled her forward. A long whine escaped her lips as she stopped in defiance. The evening crowds were out of sight. This would be good enough.
He sat and patted. She ran her hands down the sides of her crisp white summer dress, uncertain. He leaned forward and wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down onto him. She squealed and giggled, playfully pounding his chest before rolling off and laying beside him.
Her thick brown hair curled around the freesia blossoms, framing her body as a Mucha painting. Her eyes twinkled in delight as the skies flowered. Her lips slightly parted in a gasp, glistening with her favorite strawberry flavored gloss. The silver locket he gave as a birthday present nestled into her milky cleavage, a contrast to her cappuccino skin marked by summer's grace. Every hue of the flames danced upon her dress. The hem rode up, exposing the meaty upper thigh. The clean scent of soap mixed with the combustive sulfur and florals.
His fingers traced a line down her arm to her manicured hand, intertwining their fingers. She turned and smiled sweetly. The explosion of yellows made her glow as an otherworldly being. He kissed her, tangling his fingers into the flowers and hair, savoring the cocktail of strawberries and her sweetness.
“Ah,” she moaned. As her mouth opened he pushed his tongue forth. Her dainty arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her. He gently sucked her neck, inching his way down. Her body twisted under his, each wiggle sending a throbbing heat through his body. As he kissed the graceful jut of her collarbone, his hand pushed the hem of her dress up. The soft ridges of lace met his fingertips.
He grasped a breast and pushed it out of the cage of a dress. Her rose colored nipple hardened under his lips. His tongue swirled around the bud as his fingers stroked the moist lace. He freed the other breast and massaged them. “Ooo,” she cooed, arching her back into him. He smiled and kissed her. Nails scratched his back as he began circling strokes. Her breaths came out as soft pants. He shoved the material aside and shoved a finger into her. Lips caught her gasp, stealing her breath as he punctuated each pop of the fireworks with his finger. She broke away from his kiss, crying from pleasure. Using her moans as a barometer, he tuned her body until her coos gave way to soft pleading, “Please.”
She reached down and squeezed his erection. Her hands fumbled with his belt as his ministrations dulled her motor skills. He laughed and kissed her cheek. He rolled onto his back and took off his pants. She straddled him and lifted her skirt with one hand and with the other readied his penis to enter her. She pushed the tip in, then rose, and pushed down again, trying to squeeze him inside. Watching his penis inch inside heightened the eroticism. Anticipation grew as she neared halfway until he lost his patience, grabbing her hips and forcing her down. She squealed and hunched over him, glaring. “Go slow!”
He laughed and kissed her as he twisted her nipples. “Go ahead and lead.”
She leaned forward and bounced, kissing him until the pleasures forced her to break. Her hair hung wildly, blossoms trapped in the locks, tickling his skin. As she leaned back, the fireworks burst, highlighting her bouncing breasts, creating a halo of color around her as though she descended from the stars.
Her hands squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples as she ground her hips into him. Her body flushed a brilliant rose color. He groaned and grabbed her hips, forcing her into a circling rhythm. Their scents of arousal penetrated the air, fusing with the sulfuric freesia, lulling the mind into a delirious pleasure.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she panted in a steady rhythm as their bodies slapped together. He slipped a hand under the skirt of her dress and rubbed the hard nub. Her body shuddered. One hand kept her movements steady, forcing her to keep pace. Her moans became louder, penetrating his ears, electrifying his body.
Her body pulsed as though he were a god of lightening. Every movement inside sent a shocking wave through her veins. His touch crackled upon her skin, nearly to the point of making her numb. She needed a catharsis of these feelings, lest she faint. The flames of the sky swirled into each other like a rainbow.
He knew she was close. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her pussy became hotter as her walls squeezed him, her moans took on a higher pitch.
Her body exploded into a myriad of sensations, a burning wave that fell into an electric buzz bursting into a tingling of fireworks. He sat up and kissed her tenderly, sucking on her lower lip as her high came down. Her body burned to the touch, as though he lit her aflame from pleasure.
“Ethan,” she gasped as their lips broke apart.
He smiled and cupped her chin. “We're not done yet.” He took off his shirt and laid it on the ground. She hiked up her skirt and got on her knees. His hands rubbed the curve of her waist down to her lush hips. It's too bad she couldn't take off her dress, for her back was a lovely sight with a beautiful dip of her spine that ended with the heart shaped bottom.
There is nothing more splendid than the sight of seeing him enter and leave her body as it ripples from the force of his hips.
He lifted her up and crushed her back against his, kissing her as he thrust inside. The freesia blossoms released their scent. She moaned into his lips. He lifted her skirt and rubbed her clit. Her honey-sweet scent mingled with her sweat and flowers. Her walls became hot again, and her arousal dripped down him as he pounded her. She's never been this aroused before. He groaned and kissed her neck, enjoying the feel of her soft hair on his chest as she shuddered against him. The scents, her moans, the crunch of the foliage, the near numbing pleasure coursing though his veins rushed through him.
They collapsed on each other, breathing heavily as they basked in the warm glow. Sulfur, freesia, sweat, arousal. He rolled onto his back, body still tingling from the aftershocks.
She nestled into the crook of his arm, drawing circles on his chest. “What gave you the idea to do it out here?”
He chuckled and wiped the sweat from his brow. Earlier that morning he browsed Fakku, his favorite erotic site, and read a story about a girl who loved to have sex outside. But he couldn't let that place take the credit for their spontaneous encounter.
“Let's watch the rest of the show,” he replied, kissing her hair. She giggled and kissed his chest, watching the last of the fireworks burst in the sky.
“We should do this again sometime.”
He chuckled. Perhaps Fakku would have some more interesting things to try. “I have my ideas,” he murmured, stroking her silky hair, “Now watch the show.” He closed his eyes and sighed.
“Hey, watch the show too!”
“I watched the best parts already,” he replied simply, squeezing her arm for emphasis.
Her expressions are adorable. Even more so than the sight of her body against the colorful sky. “I love you,” he whispered as the sky sparkled in a brilliant red.
He sat and patted. She ran her hands down the sides of her crisp white summer dress, uncertain. He leaned forward and wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down onto him. She squealed and giggled, playfully pounding his chest before rolling off and laying beside him.
Her thick brown hair curled around the freesia blossoms, framing her body as a Mucha painting. Her eyes twinkled in delight as the skies flowered. Her lips slightly parted in a gasp, glistening with her favorite strawberry flavored gloss. The silver locket he gave as a birthday present nestled into her milky cleavage, a contrast to her cappuccino skin marked by summer's grace. Every hue of the flames danced upon her dress. The hem rode up, exposing the meaty upper thigh. The clean scent of soap mixed with the combustive sulfur and florals.
His fingers traced a line down her arm to her manicured hand, intertwining their fingers. She turned and smiled sweetly. The explosion of yellows made her glow as an otherworldly being. He kissed her, tangling his fingers into the flowers and hair, savoring the cocktail of strawberries and her sweetness.
“Ah,” she moaned. As her mouth opened he pushed his tongue forth. Her dainty arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her. He gently sucked her neck, inching his way down. Her body twisted under his, each wiggle sending a throbbing heat through his body. As he kissed the graceful jut of her collarbone, his hand pushed the hem of her dress up. The soft ridges of lace met his fingertips.
He grasped a breast and pushed it out of the cage of a dress. Her rose colored nipple hardened under his lips. His tongue swirled around the bud as his fingers stroked the moist lace. He freed the other breast and massaged them. “Ooo,” she cooed, arching her back into him. He smiled and kissed her. Nails scratched his back as he began circling strokes. Her breaths came out as soft pants. He shoved the material aside and shoved a finger into her. Lips caught her gasp, stealing her breath as he punctuated each pop of the fireworks with his finger. She broke away from his kiss, crying from pleasure. Using her moans as a barometer, he tuned her body until her coos gave way to soft pleading, “Please.”
She reached down and squeezed his erection. Her hands fumbled with his belt as his ministrations dulled her motor skills. He laughed and kissed her cheek. He rolled onto his back and took off his pants. She straddled him and lifted her skirt with one hand and with the other readied his penis to enter her. She pushed the tip in, then rose, and pushed down again, trying to squeeze him inside. Watching his penis inch inside heightened the eroticism. Anticipation grew as she neared halfway until he lost his patience, grabbing her hips and forcing her down. She squealed and hunched over him, glaring. “Go slow!”
He laughed and kissed her as he twisted her nipples. “Go ahead and lead.”
She leaned forward and bounced, kissing him until the pleasures forced her to break. Her hair hung wildly, blossoms trapped in the locks, tickling his skin. As she leaned back, the fireworks burst, highlighting her bouncing breasts, creating a halo of color around her as though she descended from the stars.
Her hands squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples as she ground her hips into him. Her body flushed a brilliant rose color. He groaned and grabbed her hips, forcing her into a circling rhythm. Their scents of arousal penetrated the air, fusing with the sulfuric freesia, lulling the mind into a delirious pleasure.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she panted in a steady rhythm as their bodies slapped together. He slipped a hand under the skirt of her dress and rubbed the hard nub. Her body shuddered. One hand kept her movements steady, forcing her to keep pace. Her moans became louder, penetrating his ears, electrifying his body.
Her body pulsed as though he were a god of lightening. Every movement inside sent a shocking wave through her veins. His touch crackled upon her skin, nearly to the point of making her numb. She needed a catharsis of these feelings, lest she faint. The flames of the sky swirled into each other like a rainbow.
He knew she was close. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her pussy became hotter as her walls squeezed him, her moans took on a higher pitch.
Her body exploded into a myriad of sensations, a burning wave that fell into an electric buzz bursting into a tingling of fireworks. He sat up and kissed her tenderly, sucking on her lower lip as her high came down. Her body burned to the touch, as though he lit her aflame from pleasure.
“Ethan,” she gasped as their lips broke apart.
He smiled and cupped her chin. “We're not done yet.” He took off his shirt and laid it on the ground. She hiked up her skirt and got on her knees. His hands rubbed the curve of her waist down to her lush hips. It's too bad she couldn't take off her dress, for her back was a lovely sight with a beautiful dip of her spine that ended with the heart shaped bottom.
There is nothing more splendid than the sight of seeing him enter and leave her body as it ripples from the force of his hips.
He lifted her up and crushed her back against his, kissing her as he thrust inside. The freesia blossoms released their scent. She moaned into his lips. He lifted her skirt and rubbed her clit. Her honey-sweet scent mingled with her sweat and flowers. Her walls became hot again, and her arousal dripped down him as he pounded her. She's never been this aroused before. He groaned and kissed her neck, enjoying the feel of her soft hair on his chest as she shuddered against him. The scents, her moans, the crunch of the foliage, the near numbing pleasure coursing though his veins rushed through him.
They collapsed on each other, breathing heavily as they basked in the warm glow. Sulfur, freesia, sweat, arousal. He rolled onto his back, body still tingling from the aftershocks.
She nestled into the crook of his arm, drawing circles on his chest. “What gave you the idea to do it out here?”
He chuckled and wiped the sweat from his brow. Earlier that morning he browsed Fakku, his favorite erotic site, and read a story about a girl who loved to have sex outside. But he couldn't let that place take the credit for their spontaneous encounter.
“Let's watch the rest of the show,” he replied, kissing her hair. She giggled and kissed his chest, watching the last of the fireworks burst in the sky.
“We should do this again sometime.”
He chuckled. Perhaps Fakku would have some more interesting things to try. “I have my ideas,” he murmured, stroking her silky hair, “Now watch the show.” He closed his eyes and sighed.
“Hey, watch the show too!”
“I watched the best parts already,” he replied simply, squeezing her arm for emphasis.
Her expressions are adorable. Even more so than the sight of her body against the colorful sky. “I love you,” he whispered as the sky sparkled in a brilliant red.
