01 Aug '13

Sex Scene Championship Round One : Holley Trent Vs A.S. Fenichel

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Excerpt One 
Holley Trent : Framing Felipe
“What do I have to do to make you miss me when I’m gone?” He licked down the side of her neck and pulled back her shirt’s collar, letting the cool breeze tickle her breasts.

She squirmed against him, nestling her ass against his swelling cock. “I don’t know. Maybe leave me tied up somewhere so I have no choice but to think about you coming back.”

He nudged her pants past her hips and they fell to the floor in a soft thump. The sound of clinking metal made Sarah’s sex clench, her wetness peak. His belt. She knew the next thing she’d hear was the sound of his zipper going down.

“You want to be tied up?”

She swallowed hard and arched her spine when he rested a hand on the small of her back. Leaned over the side of the treehouse as she was, a sensation of vertigo overtook her. The ground seemed so far, and the structure so unsteady, but the riskiness of the venture sparked a sort of certain exhilaration. Besides, what was a little height for a woman who flew rickety planes as a hobby? A little height made things fun sometimes.

“I’ve never been tied up,” she whispered.

He rolled the bottom of her shirt up, then over her head, saying nothing until he’d released the catch of her bra. He kissed down her spine, tickling. Teasing. “That’s not what I asked,” he said when he’d reached the base of her back.

She knew she hadn’t really answered the question. That had been intentional. Did she want to be? 
Bound and defenseless? Left to his mercy like the Visa had been all those weeks ago? “I—I don’t know.”

“I think you would.” He knelt behind her and pressed her belly flat against the small window’s ledge. 
He removed one of her shoes, then the other, and divested her foot of the pants pooling at her ankle. 
With that out of the way, he nudged her legs further apart and paused behind her with one hand at the inside of either thigh.

“What do you want me to do to you, querida?”

She grinned, knowing he couldn’t see it. “You’re giving me a choice?”

“No. Not really. I’ll do what I want since you didn’t miss me. I’m just wondering.”

“Then I won’t answer.” She wriggled her rear at him, knowing his face was inches away. Maybe he’d get the hint.

“You’ll answer.” He pressed two fingers into her cunt and scissored them—just long enough for the sensation to register, but not long enough for her to get her fill of it. Not even close. He pulled his 
fingers out and gave her ass a hard smack.

The sharpness of the contact gave way to a pleasurable burn that had her arching even more toward him.

“What do you want, querida?” he whispered, now kissing the inside of her left thigh just below the bikini line.

Her eyes rolled and she took in some air, steadying herself as best she could. Her legs had started to shake. “I—I want you to fill me.”


Excerpt Two

A.S. Fenichel : Kane’s Bounty

She screamed again. Sensations pulsed from her clit and her pelvis tightened. Her arms shook from the strain and she sank to her elbows. The new angle exposed more of her to his mouth and his tongue dipped inside her, fucking her sopping pussy. He sucked and licked her clit, then plunged his tongue inside her.

Her body bucked against his face and she cried his name and maybe called for god too. She wasn’t at all sure what came out of her mouth. She only knew her climax was building and she wanted more.

His hands gripped her ass, but she felt them moving just before his thumb pressed inside her. He sucked her clit hard and she cried out again, fucking his face by pressing her thighs against his shoulders and digging her heels into his back. His thumb probed deeper and he licked around her sensitive cluster of nerves before pulling it back inside his mouth and sucking again and again.

Pure rapture descended on her and shot outward. Her pussy pulsed around his thumb while he continued to suck her clit. She bucked and twisted while the orgasm crashed around and within her.

As her climax subsided, Kane lifted her ass back onto the table. It was cold again against the heat of her pussy. She watched him move the chair he’d been sitting on to the right just below her foot. Then he took a second chair and placed it under her left foot. She put one foot on the corner of each chair with her legs still wide, and pressed her hands against the table, lifting her bottom past the edge. Kane moved forward into the space between the two chairs. He tore the condom open and rolled it onto his cock. He was once again at her apex, his thick head touching her pussy. He gripped the shaft and slid the head through her wetness. While he held himself at her opening, she eased herself onto his cock. He stretched her deliciously.
She was gasping for breath.

“Look at me, Lena.” The rasp in his voice got her attention more than the words.

She looked up into those stunningly blue eyes. A bead of sweat trickled from his temple. She straightened her elbows and looked down as the base of his shaft slid from inside her, then bent them again, swallowing him to the hilt. He gripped her ass and helped her find a rhythm. She watched his eyes grow darker.

“Lena, you are so fucking hot.”

He gripped her ass tighter. At her core, she could feel her orgasm building again. She quickened the pace. Kane groaned as his orgasm racked his body. He kept thrusting into her, brought one hand around and rubbed her clit. She threw her head back and screamed as she came for the third time. Her sheath clutched at his cock and she bucked one last time.

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