Heather and the
Harem Scroll
a category novel by Mardi Ballou
from New Concepts Publishing
Here’s an excerpt -- enjoy!
Heather’s mind stopped working. All she knew was her overwhelming
desire and need for this man. She clung to him, savoring the warmth and
energetic life of his touch on hers. If only she could take him in completely.
His scent, the musk of his arousal. The ripple of his muscles as he held
her to him. Now she straddled him as he sat on the pillowed seat of the speeding
carriage. The bottoms of her thighs grazed the tops of his strong, firm legs,
now heating her up to an unbearable pitch. His magnificent cock, jutting
forth proudly from the V between his legs, now prodded her lower belly.
They’d have to manipulate themselves into just the right position for
his cock to slide into her hungry, moist pussy -- so ready for him. With
his big strong hands guiding her hips, Heather pulled away from him so
she could return to the exactly right position for him to come into her
and fill her with all she could ever wish for. Fortunately, she was so
wet, the moment he touched his cock to her he would slide right in.
Grent had to splay his legs out and scoot his own butt out to the edge
of the seat so he’d be at the best angle for their union. Heather moaned
as the two of them found the exact best place and Grent’s rod nudged open
the slick folds of her pussy. And then she lowered herself down on him, surrounding
his hips with her knees. Ecstasy.
Grent placed his hands on her butt and began to nuzzle her breasts. Heather’s
nipples beaded into two tight buds at the touch of his tongue, his lips
and teeth on her sensitive skin. “My prince,” she groaned, caught up in
the flood of sensation between his face at her breasts, his cock in her
pussy, his hands on her tush, and his beautiful skin touching her in so
many places.
The steady rhythm of the moving carriage rocked them back and forth. Grent
moaned, and Heather sensed that he wanted to move harder and faster than
the carriage’s rocking. She wanted that too, but she also wanted this moment,
this love making to last. Both of them were so close to the edge, just the
added sensation of speeding up the smallest bit would have them climaxing
to raise the roof -- and the moment would come to an end.
Heather clutched on to Grent with her determination never to let him go.
Her pussy muscles clutched at his cock for its whole
length, and he caressed every drop of her aroused sheath. His slightest move
set off ripples of reaction in her folds and her engorged clit, and she
wriggled to close whatever possible small distance there might be between
them. To her amazement, Grent grew ever larger in her, finally giving
in to his impulse to move.
And then she could no longer hold back. Supported and helped by his big
hands, she thrust her hips forward, exposing even more of herself to his
magic touch. The two of them worked the carriage’s rhythm into their own.
Soon, far too soon, Heather was seeing flashes of light and stars, and she
knew she’d be coming. No force on earth could stop that.
Grent called out some incoherent syllables in a language she wasn’t at
all sure she could ever identify. As he spasmed, emptying himself into
her, Heather saw a flash of light. Rather she experienced a flash of light,
a tremor worthy of a 6.0 earthquake, and then blackness. . .
©
2006 Mardi Ballou
