Anna and Bert - part II

The old town lazily drifts into the summer evening. Charter barges In their docks take a well-deserved rest from another day of sailing, some passengers being more experienced than others but all of them looking back at the experience with pride.

Anna and Bert stroll along the deserted streets, their heads still singing with the day’s excitement. You can tell from their quick and frequent glances that each of them is up to something…

Anna feels reborn, her underbelly glowing as for the first time she realizes her femininity. She feels pretty at Bert’s quick glances as if he were an artist and she was the model. Her tight jeans caress her legs at every step she takes, her G-string creeping between her hot cheeks… the evening breeze brings back memories of what happened this afternoon… closing her eyes in joy she remembers not wearing a bra… her silk shirt caresses her nipples, her warm breasts seem to grow by the minute… turning red she wonders if he notices…

She leads him into a small alley. Her golden hair glows in the dusk, her soft voice ringing like crystal bells. Bert also senses the electricity between them when she smiles at him over her shoulder, hypnotizing him with her clear blue eyes… her swaying hips, her shining lips, oh she’s so pretty… her clothes seem to vanish, shamelessly revealing her nakedness… his underbelly relaxes as he observes her breasts, making him completely lose his mind like a fairy dancing in the haze…

Turning one last corner she halts at the front door of a mansion oozing history. “Coming?…” she whispers. When the door closes behind them she takes Bert in her arms.  “Oh Bert…” she sighs, “What is this? I feel so strange… do you feel the same?”

“I think I do…” he replies. She hushes: “Don’t… don’t think… feel… just feel… with your heart… with your body… all of your body…” she pushes him against the atrium wall, he feels her body heat through her clothes as she tenderly kisses his lips, whispering. “Let’s go to bed… come on… I want to sleep with you…” she pants, her perfume makes him definitively lose his mind… they give into their embrace, their French kiss flashes around the staircase… Bert’s hands get lost between Anna’s lean and luscious forms… oh, those magic hands of his… big and strong but gentle and sensitive… and there seem to be so many of them! Anna’s body desperately begs to be touched, caressed all over, she longs to be naked and pure… but just when he finally finds her breasts she frees herself and leads the way up the stairs.

In the staircase dusk, Anna’s rear seems to be accentuated by her tight jeans. She looks back down at Bert, slowly dropping her coat. As he steps over it, his heart skips a beat when she takes off her pullover in one gracious move. She winks and blinks, licks her loosely open lips… swaying her hips she opens her flies, her fingernails twinkling in the dark as they follow her jeans dropping at her feet. Unhampered by her G-string her shining cheeks dance right above his face, he keeps losing more and more of his mind… she turns to him with a gracious sway of her legs, her nipples peeking through her thin silk shirt that fits tightly around her perfect breasts… towering above him she keeps swaying her hips as her navel winks seductively at him… she lifts her arms, her hands drag her golden hair as she whispers: “Your turn…”

In his excitement, Bert doesn’t notice his clothes dropping from his body like autumn leaves. Did he undress? Or did she? He can’t remember. But what the heck, Anna is his world, his universe, she is everything to him, the only one…

She turns and turns, making her breast wiggle under her fragile shirt… Anna feels prettier by the minute, this is so lovely… winking at Bert she blows kiss after kiss… but when he tries to slip his hands under her shirt she turns away and climbs on. Bert can do nothing but follow on the seemingly endless stairs. He keeps climbing and climbing but she is always one step ahead… the sweet torment of her inaccessibility turns him on until finally he grabs her G-string and tears it from her. She screams and drops before him with widespread legs. Moaning, she grabs and grabs the golden fleece between her thighs, tossing and turning as if her orgasm is imminent… her lips fall open, she sticks out her tongue and caresses herself, groaning: “Like me? Getting horny?”

Kneeling between her feet he points his pumping erection at her as her breasts’ perfume makes him crazy… “Do I turn you on? Am I good to you?” she winks and blinks, licks her red shining lips… “Come on, take me… come on… I give in… I give up… come on…”

She moans as she folds her long legs lazily around him… and finally, finally, he gives in to her irresistible body. Her warm, humid sighs caress his face… lifting her arms graciously she allows him to let her shirt fly and squeeze her diamond-nippled breasts… his love dagger slides between her widespread thighs that caress his hips, the first little sprays of cum jump at her underbelly and into her navel… he grabs her thighs, ready to enter – but she grabs his erection in turn and starts to squeeze it with both hands, whispering: “Hold it… hold it just a little longer… let me sex you up a little more, honey… nice and slow… oh, so nice and slow… feel how nice this is?” her nudity sway's right before his eyes, her dancing breasts wave a fresh perfume into his face… she groans like a predator, he cannot escape even if he tries, oh he wants her, he wants her… but he is incapable of taking her…

She gets wilder and wilder: “Want me? Want me? Come on, spray me all over… yeah baby, spray me all over…” Anna’s hips jerk uncontrollably, she is feeling a new sensation when her folds open up… her spine arches, her golden hair caresses her shoulders, neck, back, and breasts, her nipples sparkle… she winks and licks her shining red lips as for the first time she feels truly alive. Am I horny? she wonders, is this okay? She desperately longs for it, all of her body makes nothing but sense… Bert is so sweet, she enjoys the way he admires her beauty… she wants to dance, be his naked ballerina, flying weightlessly around him as the moonlight shines through the window… “Oh, darling… I’m so horny…” she moans as Bert caresses her with his eyes… bending backward from his love dagger she sways her long, streamlined legs graciously around him, her toenails glisten, her skin is like silk… all he can do is dance with her, between her tender playful fingertips his erection is just her wand that forever ties him to her… and just when she starts to ride it a fountain of cum sprays all over her. She screams laughingly, taking a shower in the soft foam. Sighing and moaning she totally soaps her body, pole-dancing around him, swaying and jerking her hips, bending and stretching, tossing and turning under the fountain while Bert in his endless orgasm can do nothing but let her go free…

Anna gets more and more excited as her body enjoys dancing like never before… but Bert is equally overwhelmed by a completely new experience. He was never really into intimacy but the way Anna confides in him makes him feel perfectly at home. Totally submerged in her nude ballet, she hides nothing from him, winks at him, invites him, seduces him, never holding back… her swirling fingertips lead his hands through thick, foamy cum that covers her skin… “Come on…” she gasps, “why don’t you join me…” his hands follow her twists and turns as she lets him play with her forms and lures him into the realm of her most precious parts… until she suddenly slides on his lap.

Almost immobile as they drown in each other’s eyes, their breath moves their bodies up and down… time seems to stand still… Anna’s nipples almost touch Bert´s… her perfume whirls around him get into his lungs… he listens to her breathing, almost tastes her sweat mixed with the flavor of love balm… all of Anna´s body glows as if moonlight radiates her from within… her shining lips taste like cherries, her tongue tastes like honey, she enjoys the itch of her sparkling nipples, fingernails, toenails… big drops of love balm find their way across her goosebumps all the way down to spots where she has never been touched before… her golden hair swirls around her like a bridal veil…

They take a deep, simultaneous breath which makes Anna´s body wave graciously, Bert´s hips following every move, their underbellies moving as one… his love dagger slowly goes up and down, occasionally squirting between patches of golden hair… Anna´s fingertips caress the warm, soft head as Bert reaches for her underbelly… their navels want to kiss as their fingers playfully meet… another deep simultaneous sigh… and next moment their bodies get unloosen ably entangled, their lips squirting softly as they melt together in a French kiss.. down below Anna feels wet and warm as Bert caresses her between the cheeks… gasping hypnotizingly they spread love balm all over each other, the touch of her body makes him madly horny as she bathes in his building orgasm… “Oh, Anna… Anna…” he moans, she joins him “Oh, Bert… oh, Bert… fill me… fill me… fuck me… fuck me…” they drown in in another French kiss as he grabs her cheeks, her thighs slide up and down his hips, she crosses her legs behind him… their rhythm accelerates, slows down again in love´s eternal tide… and then his pumping, jumping love dagger slowly, tenderly enters her deep femininity, filling her thirsty underbelly with his creamy foam of love.

Bert reluctantly lets go of her gasping mouth as her head bends backward. Pushing her breasts in his face she moans: “Oh honey… oh, darling… fuck me… fuck me…” she catches his hip jerks with her sparkling folds sliding up and down the soft, warm form that fills her as he gets wilder and wilder, even his balls slip inside and he just keeps coming…

If only she could have a tongue down there, to lick him, taste his love foam as it fills her entire body like blood… she gives in to her orgasm, gasping, moaning, screaming for more, harder, deeper, faster, wilder! Her spine arches as she throws him about, he rides her furiously, her golden hair swirls around her tossing body, he softly bites her neck, the staircase resounds with her longing cries… greasy foam covers their squirting thighs, he pushes and pushes and pushes, she swallows and swallows and swallows his growing love dagger that fills her up to her throat, her mouth runs over as his loving hands caress the most intimate parts of her foaming body… he is truly a love artist, making her breasts balloon for joy, his tongue plays around her electric nipples, then makes its way up her soft, foamy forms… her neck is a one-way track to a fresh French kiss… their gasps guest in the staircase that steadily fills up with cum, gradually drowning them. The evening darkens the staircase window as the young couple’s cries soar like fireworks in the night. the old house is filled up with love foam and is finally covered in a star-spangled veil…

The staircase is still covered in foam when Bert wakes up. His body feels sticky. “Where are we…?” he asks, absently. “Do you really want to know?” Anna replies, whispering: “I don’t… I want you… all of you…” he opens his eyes to her nudity, towering above him as if she drifts in an aura of morning light. She stretches gracefully as her intimate parts are caressed by fresh rays of sunlight… her fingertips follow each curve of her warm body, her golden hair swirls around her like angel wings… she seems to fly, making love to a bright shining lover…

“Oh, Bert…” she sighs, “I do solemnly declare I’ll never wear anything again… I’ll stay naked forever… oh… oh…” she moans as the sun kisses her folds, warming her underbelly. She licks her lips as they open up slightly… reaching between her thighs she feels her folds relax… a warm stream of light enters her body, totally filling her up from her golden fleece up to her neck… another sigh makes her breasts swell, waving through her belly, hips, and legs… the scent of love emerges from her winking navel, making his love dagger grow… he realizes being naked but feels no shame. Nor does Anna as she is turned on by his admiring looks, hypnotizing him with her semi-closed eyes she spreads her thighs and groans: “Take me… take me…”

His love dagger jumps to attention as he mounts the stairs, but her fingertips lead his face between her legs. “Lick me… lick me…” she gasps, “come on, make me mad… mad as can be… with your tongue… that lovely tongue of yours… oh!” another jerk makes her body wave, her moistening folds reach for a kiss… Anna’s seductive gasp's seem to resound inside her as Bert almost involuntarily sticks out his tongue, smelling her proximity… her golden fleece tickles his face as Anna runs her fingers through his hair… holding her thighs he gently closes in on her… “Lick me… lick me…” she whispers, he licks and licks… Anna’s folds taste like a cocktail of juicy tropical fruit topped with lots of melting cream… revealing the deepest secrets of her femininity her body waves and waves to his rhythm, her fleece caressing his face… his tongue reaches into her, twisting, sliding in and out as Anna totally surrenders. His caress turns on her legs and cheeks, his fingers run through her fleece… a crazy feeling, a lovely madness makes her body sing out loud. Her breasts grow to the size of balloons, or melons, deliciously forbidden fruit for both of them to enjoy… “Oh Bert…” she begs him, “go on, go on, oh please go on… don’t stop, don’t stop, never ever again… let’s keep in touch forever…” groaning from her deepest self she feels her body waking up to the fresh morning light of femininity, relaxing to Bert’s gently rocking rhythm that makes her cum more wildly than she could ever have imagined. Her orgasm is an unstoppable flood springing from her deepest, darkest roots, glowing, sparkling, resounding right through her body and out into the universe, streaming down her forms. She feels reborn, a new star in heaven, brighter than any other…

Bert enjoys his view across Anna’s navel, her dancing breasts, her swaying arms and jerking head as she desperately gives in to her pleasure and lust… screaming out loud with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open, squeezing her breasts she sticks out her tongue that looks as if it is an extension of his own, their bodies seem to melt together as one, connected by his love dagger that seems to reach from his thighs right up to her neck… creamy foam is springing richly from deep inside Bert’s underbelly, unstoppable as Anna keeps going on and on making him crazy, taking possession of his love dagger that moves faster and faster up and down and round and round, time and time again… both of their orgasms flow together as one, there is absolutely no way back… Anna’s dance gets wilder and wilder, the magic rhythm of her screaming makes the staircase explode as her juices stream down Bert’s face… and then, finally, she jumps off him and races up the stairs, both hands between her squirting thighs.

Bert gets up, gasping, and runs after her as fast as his foaming legs allow. “Anna! Anna!” he calls, and there she is, sitting on the top step spreading her legs to stop him. “Hi, honey…” she whispers and blows him a kiss, “did you like it?”