Sauce*Box 21: Ceiling Rock

Ceiling Rock
by Modesté Balthus

he long, lonely road stretched before his speeding Jaguar like a relentless ribbon cutting through the slickrock desert and fading into the far horizon. Canyon country - wild, rugged and uncompromising in its starkness. John silently witnessed the spectacle of the blood red sun, slung low and dipping fast behind the serrated, glowing edges of the distant mountain ranges.

He glanced briefly at the petite, sleeping form of his companion from the far east. Lost in the innocence of sleep, she was snugly curled in the seat next to him which was lowered to a recline. The heat of the late afternoon sun had persuaded her to strip to her white cotton bikini panties which blazed with reflected light against her bronze tan. She lay, curled away from him, knees tucked to her chest, her arms bent and crossed over her naked chest, her hair a wild mess in the wind.

His attention returned to the sky, a ravishing canvas of colors - a witch's brew of pinks, oranges, crimson and russet hues. He wanted very much for her to experience the drama and spectacle of sunset in this desert landscape. He took a familiar turn down a dirt track and slowly pulled to a halt near a huge flat rock, turning his engine off. This was a familiar place of rest for John. He had covered this lonely route many times before. He stepped out of his car, opened the boot and picked up the tight roll of thin mattress, rolled around a short bolster. He unrolled it on the low, flat rock, its edges rounded and shaped by the hands of time and the ravages of weather. Casting a cursory glance at the darkening sky, he fished out a squat candle from the depths of his pocket, lit it and stuck it to the rock before returning to the car.

He gathered her sleeping form within the cradle of his strong, muscular arms and strode back to his chosen point of rest. She stirred awake. Her eyes flickered open and dark pools of black gazed back at him, first melting liquidly into a warm smile of recognition and then widening in awe as her gaze absorbed the dramatic, burnished hues of the evening sky in the background.

Wide awake by then, he lay her delicately on the mattress. She flipped animatedly to lie on her tummy, scanned the scenery, sighed and drank in the restful atmosphere. They were the only signs of life and motion in the still serenity of their desert surroundings. It felt almost as if they were trapped and suspended in the dimensions of a huge still painting drenched with riotous colours. She was clearly entranced and lay stretched languidly like a cat in restful repose. John removed his sweat-soaked shirt, peeling it from the chiseled contours of his magnificent body and succumbed to the dry desert heat. The setting sun washed their gleaming bodies in fiery copper tones. His eyes surveyed the curvaceous length of her naked back and the glassy globes of her tiny buttocks. The wheatish gold of her skin glistened in perfect harmony with the brown tones of the desert.

The disappearing sun soon ushered in the night, suspending the lovers in a pulsing corona of candle glow radiating from the restless flicker of the candle. Lying on her front, her head resting on the pillow formed by her interlaced fingers, she closed her eyes, a perfect picture of blissful rest. He combed her messy dark curls with his fingers, sweeping them away from her face and neck. Bending forward, he planted delicate little nips and kisses on her neck. She reveled in the feathery sensations inspired by the touch of his lips and tongue and the soft brush of the hair of his beard. They were like the touch of an angel branding her soul.

She smiled in anticipation as his wandering fingers traced a ticklish path of arousal down the sweeping curve of her naked spine. The rough pads of his fingers lingered just above the hipline of her bikini, the only piece of clothing she wore. She trembled in pleasure, sensing her creamy wetness seeping through the thin material that clung to the puffy contours of her smooth shaven mons. John hooked his fingers under the elastic garters of her panty, dragging it down her taut, tanned legs and clean off her ankles and feet. Hooking his arm under her hip, he lifted her relaxed body just enough to stuff the soft bolster below her hip, thus propping the tight moons of her buttocks in a vulnerable position of accessibility. Still lying on her front, she moaned, eyes closed as he gently separated her thighs and positioned himself on his tummy between her relaxed legs. A scream of metal teeth unzipping triggered pulses of expectation within her wet tunnel. Resting on his knees and shin, he gazed longingly at her plump labia peeping into visibility. Swollen and tender, it peeled apart as he spread her legs wide open, exposing its delicate, coral pink interior, luscious and deliciously wet. Her turgid love nub poked through and brushed against the surface of the bolster. She found the meticulous arrangement and positioning of her limbs, the almost ritualistic, measured motions of preparation intensely erotic, coaxing her into a trance of submission. She squirmed, whimpering as he sunk his thick, middle finger into her pulsing vagina which embraced it readily, almost occupying her entire moist tightness with its pacifying presence. His finger was soon smothered with soft, welcome squeezes. He stilled her quivering enthusiasm with the weight of an authoritative hand which cupped her curvaceous butt, pressing it down. She obeyed. She had always, always understood the language of his hands. She calmed down, waiting breathlessly, deliciously unaware of his next move.

Copious streams of pearly-white feminine fluids dribbled around his still inserted finger and he felt the steamy warmth of her desire rising in a redolent cloud to greet his nostrils. His finger soon experienced the throes of a massive vaginal orgasm as she writhed and squirmed driving herself back against it. She collapsed, mewling and moaning with passion, as he gently pulled out his cum-coated finger, easing it gently into her anus. Still recovering from the spasms of her climax, she bolted at the fresh intrusion, squirming as her nether ring slowly relented, giving in to the insistence of his finger, bent on occupying her virgin tightness. He savored, for awhile, the warm, miniscule pulses that embraced his intruding finger, before slowly withdrawing through her tight sphincter. Satiated, his attention was diverted to the achy, throbbing fullness of his manhood, pressed against the mattress by the weight of his body. She lay very still, eyes closed, breathing sedate and measured, heart pounding with anticipation for the moment she had waited for all this time. He knelt between her thighs, mesmerized by her tight, hard, sweat-slicked moons which seemed to glow with a translucence in the incandescent light of the candle. He rested his heavy, blue-veined penis within the cleave of her buttocks and tugged his foreskin down, exposing his thick, throbbing shaft, crowned by the most luscious looking purplish knob. Creamy pre-cum was oozing out of the orifice at the tip, leaving a streaky white trail as he dragged his cockhead lightly into the cave of her buttock and labia, just at the tender fleshy perineum juncture. There he glossed himself luxuriantly in her warm, silky juices of honey-like consistency.

She steeled herself, flexing her muscles as she felt his fingers prise apart her butt cheeks. He urged his penis against her tiny anal tuck, straining and sustaining the pressure until finally, her sphincter gave and his organ popped through triumphantly. She whimpered and writhed, her senses overwhelmed by the confusion of pain and pleasure that was wracking her body. Aroused even more by her helpless whimpers and moans, he continued inching into her, forcing open her tender passage until he filled her completely to the hilt, pushing her mons out to a delectable mound. He exhaled deeply, rutting against her lightly and jolting her slight form repeatedly with his thrusts. Her body succumbed in sweet defeat, reveling in the supreme sensation of being filled to the hilt and subjected to his rhythmic thrusts. They were one and she was finally broken into, deflowered, claimed. He slid both his arms under her waist, tucking it just under the gentle swells of her nubile, young breasts. Hooking her in a firm clasp, he poised himself to lift her to her knees and pull her into his lap. Still hinged to where his swollen and throbbing manhood was embedded in her newly-deflowered flesh, his encircling arms lifted her and they both rose most eloquently to their knees in an almost worshipful arc to confront the God of the Desert Night Sky, a wondrous blanket of shimmering stars. Struck by the awesome beauty of the night sky, the lovers remained cuddled in embrace, she a bronzed paradox to the radiance of his spectral form. Her fluid curves, soft derriere and curvaceous back were moulded in embrace into the unyielding lines of his masculine chest, abdomen and thighs. He pulled her to him as close as he could, feeling his cock burrowing deeper into her bowels. His arms folded across, just below her breasts, thrusting them tantalizingly into the cool desert air. The swollen spears of her pert, brown nipples strained to attention and ached to be touched. As if in appeasement, his wandering fingers found their turgid buds and tweaked, pinched and squeezed them. Soft, erotic wails escaped her lips and filled the sacred silence of the dessert. His other hand trailed sensuously to caress her smooth, girlish mound, skimming and bypassing it lightly to pay homage to where the bulbuous, hairy sac lay excluded just outside her stretched anal sphincter.

She whimpered as he caressed the junction where they were joined, reminding her of their oneness. His fingers moved up again, playing with the pearly white fluids that exuded from the pout of her pussy. He slid his fingers along her gash, separating the plump petals of her young pussy and searched feverishly between their wet folds, and secret pouches for her clitoral knub.

Turgid, livid and unsheathed, it leapt up to greet his finger and a maddening flickering soon followed its sweet discovery. She thrashed uncontrollably within the firm cage of his embrace, arousing him even more. He bucked against her, tunneling even deeper with each thrust. She slumped forward, trembling and overpowered by the massive orgasmic contractions which were exploding within her vagina. He registered her strong pulses from his presence within her bowels but continued unperturbed, strumming her tortured clit, pulling at her nipple nubs, nipping at the curve of her neck and bucking at her - playing her with the skill of a musician on his well-tuned instrument. Her moans filled the still desert air as her vaginal muscles pulsed against a nothingness. Limp as a rag doll, her helplessness and vulnerability was a powerful turn on for him. He pulled his cock completely out of her anus and rammed it back into her bowels, taking her by surprise. She bolted, struggling to steel herself for the next onslaught but he was relentless - pistoning his rock hard thickness repeatedly into her flaming bowels, stretching its confines and butting against her tightness. Straining to deliver his strokes, he soon sensed the ascent to his own climax - that churning feeling in the heart of his heavy testicles, testicles that were slapping rhythmically against the cheeks of her butt.

A deep guttural groan, amidst the final powerful thrust of his organ triggered his release as thick, tributes of hot cum raced to fill her spasming depths. He released the pressure that had built within her by withdrawing his penis out of her reluctant tightness, allowing some of the foamy cum to spill out of her and meander down a snaky path along her trembling thighs. He lowered her gently from their kneeling position, feeling his manhood soften and slip completely out of her.

As soon as her body touched the mattress, she assumed the protective foetal curl, so typical of her, whimpering and moaning into the bolster, completely innocent of the erotic display of her deliciously exposed sex as she tucked her knees to her chest. He quietly feasted his eyes on her sweet treasures. Prising the cheeks of her buttocks, he examined her ravaged anus, pleased at the signs of her sweet rape. She was still leaking his seed from her pulsing depths. He slipped behind her, running his fingers soothingly through her tangled, wet curls, arranging them unconsciously before embracing her to him in an affectionate cuddle.

From a distance, the corona of flickering candlelight pulsed and throbbed, the lovers within mired in its comforting warmth. Their entwined forms once in fluid movement, soon lay still in sleep, like once capricious butterflies, now held captive in old amber.

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