Spontaneous Combustion (Part Three)

Spontaneous Combustion

Part Three

Clara is high on lust right now. She wants Ben so badly she can almost taste it. All the times they spent talking on the phone, how hot and steamy their conversations got, how many times he made her come, were all leading up to this very moment. She has no problem putting on a show for him. After all, she knows what he likes and how he likes it. The kinkier the better. This is working out better than I thought, she mused. Lost in the moment Clara takes her hand, and with the tips of her fingers starts massaging her clitoris. Her other hand fondles her breasts. She pinches and squeezes at her nipples, moaning softly. Raising her hips slightly off the couch she puts one finger deep inside the dark hole of her pussy.

In the sexy raspy voice that Ben has grown so accustomed to hearing Clara says, “You like to watch?”

He replies in a poor attempt at a southern drawl, “Yes, you sexy thang. Yes I do.”

Ben is imprisoned by her beauty. He watches completely mesmerized. She radiates confidence. This is as hot as it gets. He rubs his throbbing cock, then, impulsively unzips his pants and starts to jerk off. He stares at Clara as she writhes in pleasure. The candles surrounding her make her appear almost angelic. She sways her head back and forth and Ben can tell she’s on the verge of coming. Her face is flushed as she sensuously moves to the beat of her own rhythm. Her moans become more desperate and feral. Ben strokes his dick faster and faster.

Transfixed on one another they fall into the heavenly abyss of unadulterated pleasure. Their harmonic rapturous moans fill the room until the passion between them is depleted.

“Wow,” Ben says, “That was fucking intense.”

Clara lays there motionless. Her flushed cheeks are almost glowing and her spent body, now bathed in sweat, seems to almost shimmer. Ben can’t take his eyes off her. Their masturbating escapade leaves him breathless and hungry for more. She stares at him with those electric blue eyes and shivers of lust run down his spine.

Ben sticks his dick back in his pants and walks over to Clara, still sitting with her legs spread. As he gets down on his knees he says, “You are so fucking beautiful.” The musk-thick fragrance of her sex surrounds him like mist. He breathes in deep. Her swollen pussy is wet and shiny. His hands touch her slippery thighs and push them even farther apart. Clara lets out a soft cry as Ben’s tongue teases her at first. He barely touches her clit then stops. He does this several times until she is squirming beneath him. He then slowly swirls his tongue around in tiny circles. He feels the muscles in her legs begin to tighten and quiver. Her juices flow into his mouth. As his tongue continues to lick and suck on her clit he pushes three fingers inside her wet and welcoming pussy.

Clara screams out, “Oh yes…that feels so good.” She moves her hips as he forcefully thrusts his fingers deep inside her velvety hole. She runs her hands through his hair, even pulling it at times. Ben is lost in the taste of her. All he can think about is making her come. In this moment, he exists only for her. As she writhes beneath him he hungrily feasts on her dripping cunt until her body convulses wildly. Her legs are trembling as Ben continues to fuck her with his fingers. His tongue teases her again, just like before until yet another orgasmic current rushes through her.

Ben smiles sadistically and says, “I’m not done with you yet.”

* *

Before Clara could speak Ben is on her like a feral animal. He starts sucking and biting on her tits. Prickles of fiery pleasure surge through her body. Her nipples burn as he squeezes them, kneading them with his thumb and forefinger. She uncontrollably shudders until she helplessly comes again.

Ben says, “Remember the first time I made you come?”

Clara’s breathing is so erratic she can barely speak. He’s got her so fucking hot. Her body feels like an inferno. Hot to the touch and burning for more. “How can I forget?” She gets up from the couch, her skin practically sticking to the leather. “I need some water. Want some?”

“Sure.”

Clara returns with two bottles.

“Gosh,” she declares. “How many times did I come?”

“Three or four…but whose counting?”

She gulps down nearly the entire bottle of water and kneels before him. “Well you need to catch up.” She runs her hands up and down his thighs. “I can fix that.”

Clara unbuckles Ben’s pants and pulls the zipper down, never taking her eyes off him. She takes his hard cock in her hand and with the other, slowly massages his balls. She watches as Ben gets lost in the pleasure of her touch. She lowers her head and brings her lips to the tip of his dick and sensuously licks it. “Mmm…You taste so good.” She teasingly runs her silky tongue up and down and around. In a pretty good French accent she says, “And now for the piece de resistance…”

Clara takes him deep in her mouth to where the tip of his cock presses against the back of her throat. She enthusiastically devours him while eager hands grope his balls. For a moment Clara looks up at him with those piercing blue eyes and the sight of her sucking him drives him over the edge. He hopelessly and helplessly falls under her magnetic spell. All he knows is how delicious it feels to be inside her hot and slippery mouth. He puts his hands on her bobbing head and forces her to go faster. She complies. She never once comes up for air. Ben wants to come so badly but is suddenly overwhelmed with the mounting desire to be inside her – to feel her deep inside. Before he can do anything Clara fucks him like a skilled whore until he comes in her mouth. She drains him dry and finishes by licking her luscious ruby lips.

Again, Ben is on her like a dog in heat. He crushes her mouth with ravenous kisses. He takes her arms and forcefully places them over her head, then interlocks their hands together.

In her ear he says, “I remember you like it rough.”

He doesn’t let her respond with words but she answers with deep, longing kisses. Ben spreads her legs with his knees and forcefully penetrates her. He has no mind now. He is all body, flesh, an appetite. Lost inside the beauty of her Ben feels like he is melting into her flesh, like their bodies are fusing together. Nothing is anything anymore.

* *

Carla’s body is ablaze with all this pent up desire. Stifling desire that she’s tried to abate since the first time Ben made her come. All those steamy nights they spent together, intimate yet anonymous, cannot compare to the intensity of this moment. Feeling Ben inside her now is surreal at best. His sweaty body sticks to her like a second skin. She moves under him, following his frantic rhythm. He kisses her neck, shoulders, and chest with such passion. When his lips touch her swollen breasts he sucks hard on her nipples causing her to come again. As her body is wracked with another powerful orgasm she notices Ben coming too. She looks into his eyes and everything is in slow motion. Every movement, every touch, even the blood pumping in her veins seems to slow down.

Gasping she says, “What are you doing to me. I can’t get enough and I can’t stop.”

Ben moans, “Don’t stop…oh please don’t stop.”

With adrenaline induced strength Clara manages to get her arms free and pushes herself up and over Ben to where she is now on top – now in control. Straddling him, she bounces on his dick as if it were an inanimate object. Arching her back Clara runs her hands through her dark hair. Faster and faster she rides him until her unbridled screams take her to a new heightened level of arousal. Every fiber in her being is on fire. Every nerve is dancing inside as spasms of pleasure surge through to her starving soul.

* *

Ben gazes up at the naughty vixen fucking his brains out and still can’t believe this is real. The trick she played on him earlier seems futile now. Her sexy body is slick with sweat. The reflecting light from the candles make her breasts glisten. He watches, almost hypnotized, as her beautiful breasts bounce up and down. He reaches out and grabs hold of them, cupping each one with his hands. Clara uses his dick like a dildo and fucks it with such ferocity it’s almost frightening. Her pussy has become his haven. The intensity of being inside her almost causes him to pass out. He’s drunk with desire. The fragrance of her lust is like mist all around him. Everything is moving in slow motion. He tries to hold onto the moment with his mind but the exquisite pleasure overrides all other senses and reason. He manages to lift himself up and grabs hold of her, pulling her close.

Their bodies rock together in a fiery frenzy. They fuck each other urgently, obsessively, and possessively. Trembling, they cling to each other, crashing into an ecstasy so powerful that it stops the world and time and life itself until they had experienced its beauty to the end.