Fred Sparkrock
Burning Desires

BEE-6828b

Chad Ponkert studied the pale, golden clearness of the Chablis. Letting the aroma of the wine drift to his nostrils, he raised the glass to his lips and savoured its full fruity flavour. Satisfied, he let his eyes rise to the field of jonquils to equally drink in the form of the girl moving through the yellow blossoms.

No, he mused, girl was the wrong word. Karin was a woman! He personally had provided the physical transformation almost a month ago. The change was visibly apparent. Karin seemed to radiate life.

"Karin!" he called to his companion.

Brushing long strands of frosty blonde hair from her eyes, the woman looked up and smiled. He raised the glass of wine as a summons. Her smile widened in acknowledgment. Half running, her bare feet seemed to float among the deep yellow blooms as she made her way to the towering oak that shaded Ponkert from the warm June sun overhead. Her movements mesmerized him. She was some free-spirited meadow nymph out to capture his heart.

A light summer's breeze gathered the flowing folds of Karin's caftan, pressing the diaphanous fabric against her body. The effect was just the opposite of the veiling design of the garment. The delicate cloth enhanced the well-formed and well-proportioned curves of her body.

Ponkert's eyes relished her every step and he delighted as she lowered herself to the ground beside him.

"Hungry?" she smiled, tilting her head so that her yellow hair cascaded over her shoulder like a billowing cloud of golden threads.

"I could eat a horse," Ponkert answered, knowing he was lying, but willing to allow Karin to play out her picnic game. He was anxious to be in her. But rushing what would ultimately come would only destroy the day.

"A horse?" she puzzled at his archaic expression. Then she chuckled, realizing he referred to a mammal she had once read about in a natural history class. The animal was now extinct. On a totally urban planet like Earth, there was no room for animals that didn't provide enough food to justify their existence.

"Don't make fun of me, wench!" Ponkert chided as he landed a sharp, stinging swat to her temptingly protruding bottom.

"Ouch! Stop it, you brute!" she laughed, obviously enjoying his playful punishment. "Stop being silly, Chad. You're only twenty-four. Remember, I've seen your personal-film. Horses haven't been around for at least a century. You couldn't have seen one!"

"Correct-and wrong," he mused, leaning back against the tree, sipping at the Chablis. "I'm twenty-four and you may have been peeking at my bio-films, but you seem to have forgotten I've been a Voyager since I was eighteen. And I've seen at least thirty different planets. Some of which still have horses!"

Karin ignored his remark and spread a white disposacloth picnic mat at his feet. She knew he was a Voyager. She realized his life was that of a rocket-jockey, searching the galaxies for new inhabitable planets. And she was more than aware of the long flights to other star systems taken by star sailors such as Ponkert. She knew all this, but didn't like to be reminded of it.

As Karin bent over the picnic basket to unpack their food, Ponkert's eyes delved below the loose hanging neckline of her dress to the tight-pressed valley between her breasts. His groin tightened at the sight of the half-veiled, cream-coloured globes.

"Well, Mister Horse Eater," Karin said as she placed the final touches on the food arrangement, "do you think this repast will suffice?"

He quietly surveyed the meal-cold chicken, potato salad, baked beans and apple pie. Simple, but real. No synthetics. The monetary advantages of being a Voyager were evident. This once plain snack would have cost the average Earth worker a month's wages. Supply and demand, a hard reality in an over-populated world. Thus the majority of Earth's peoples lived and died never tasting real meat, or fruit, or vegetables.

Flavoured bulk, spiked with vitamins and protein were their staple diet.

But for Ponkert, the exorbitant cost of food, real food, was nothing.

Time-Shift Universal had paid him a cool million for five voyages; the accrued interest had purchased the land they were on now. Space had changed him; Earth's crowded cities were more than he could take anymore. This small plot of undeveloped land was his shelter from a strange world he didn't understand. This strangeness almost made him eager for tomorrow's flight. Almost!

Now there was Karin.

"Eat up, star gazer," Karin ordered, holding a plate of food to him.

"And enjoy it! I know what all this cost!"

He smiled, taking the offering. His eyes once more settled on her breasts. The no-bra look was the fashion trend when he left Earth for the first time. Now, once again, bras were most definitely fashionable.

The reversal pleased him. Bras were sexy. And even more so as they were removed.

Suddenly he was overwhelmed by his appetite and followed Karin's orders, although he paid little attention to the taste. He was fully occupied in filling his mind with his companion.

She had chosen her attire well for the occasion. The tent-like caftan was perfect. It completely covered and hid her body from the knees up.

The only hints of the comely figure beneath were the long shapely sweep of her calves and the twin peaks that pushed out from her chest, straining against the fabric.

The dress stirred the imagination, setting the mind afire with fantasies of what lay beneath, which was the only purpose for clothing, since man now controlled his weather. But the dress suited Ponkert's taste. He liked his women fully clothed in the best-styled fashions. Or naked! The in-betweens, the half-nude styles, seemed at the most, cheap.

When his eyes grew tired of probing the folds of Karin's clothes for some hint of the figure they hid, he traced and retraced the goddess-like features of her face. Naturally red lips and blushed cheeks. Her beauty was enhanced by emerald green eyes, not blue.

"Chad," she said softly, "I… "

"Don't say it," he interrupted. "Not now at least!"

Her eyes lowered. "All right, but I can show it!"

Without another word, Karin moved to his side. Her hands reached out and caressed his cheeks. Momentarily, she gazed into his dark eyes. Then she moved forward and her lips possessed his, gently and lovingly, the kiss transformed to urgency.

Ponkert's arms encircled the trim waist and pulled the lithe body to him as he sank back to the lush carpet of grass. His testicles tightened familiarly and life stirred in his groin as Karin's breasts crushed into his chest. Their tongues and lips worked in unison. His hand searched over the back of the caftan, releasing the adhesive strips that held it together. Beneath the cloth, his fingertips met soft, warm, smooth skin.

Karin moaned at his exploring touch, pulling away from his lips. Her eyes flickered open and flashed with delight. "You work fast, Chadwick Ponkert the Third!"

"Don't call me Chadwick!" he ordered in mock anger, his hand once more delivering a hearty swat to her firm buttocks.

She squealed once and her lips covered his again. Her tongue darted into his mouth, teasing and drawing his tongue into the warm shelter of her mouth. Ponkert obliged, probing and toying with her twisting oral digit.

Suddenly, her teeth clamped down lightly and she sucked. He groaned in protest under the oral pain-pleasure and jerked his tongue free from her grasp. A slight salty taste was left in her mouth.

Ponkert's mouth and teeth now worked their way from her ear lobe down the gentle arch of her creamy neck. His bands drifted along her spine, over the base of her satiny back, slipping under the elastic band of her panties. 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.