Sex Magic
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Heat. The world was slowly drying up. The sun’s rays pulsed with a deadly heartbeat. Plants withered and died. The summer’s lack of rain was slowly consuming the land’s will to live. The air was humid and stifling, but it refused to give up the priceless moisture. The humans were down to their last shreds of sanity as they trudged up the wooded path into the dried meadow clearing. With a grunt, he stopped dead to drink the water he carried. She was so intent on her task of walking, she ran directly into his back. A dirty look was all that passed between them.
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A hike, she had suggested. It all sounded more like a Death March to him, being from the city. Thank God he had brought plenty of water. He held the canteen high and drained the sweet, refreshing water into his parched mouth. When his gullet had filled, he poured some over his dust caked head. He couldn’t tell if it was a dust cloud he had raised off his skull or steam. It didn’t matter. The rejuvenating coolness was all that was important. She followed suit.
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The water cleansed her fried skin, and soaked her tank top. Immediately it was apparent to all that she had chosen to dress without a bra. Her lovely breasts seemed to swell, as if trying desperately to suck the water from her shirt. The tantalizing sight made his blood angry.
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He seized her and kissed her roughly. Like animals that had been forced to live in close quarters too long, they snapped kisses at each other. The heat made them irritated and utterly rabid. She bit his lip, and he clawed at her back. The relentless sun continued to beat down, and watch.
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Their enflamed passions grew. She tore his shirt off, using the cloth to wipe the sweat from her face. He pulled her shorts hard between her legs with both hands, until she was lifted from the Earth. She moaned deeply into his mouth. In reaction, she sucked his tongue into her own aperture, relishing the violence of it all. She broke only long enough to peel the wet shirt from her skin. He began to gnaw on her exposed nipples. Far behind them, over the last ridge, a small puffy cloud meandered in the vast dry sky.
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Balance, height and gravity were presenting a problem. They made use of a nearby rock. She lay back on the million-year-old seat while he nibbled the flesh of her tits and shoulders. Aroused and hungry, she clawed at his back like a cat in the throws of passion. His bites began to sting. She ground her ass into the hot rock and dug her nails into his flesh deeper. The air around them grew hotter and more suffocating. The humidity was growing thick, indeed.
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He fumbled with the snap on her cut off jeans, and then ripped the zipper open with both hands. She sighed into the sweltering air as an order for him to continue. She held fast to two handfuls of his hair as he yanked down her shorts. Finally he extracted himself from her clutches and shucked her like a magician with a tablecloth and $10,000 worth of china. She squealed as her tender skin grated against the course rock, but the pain was minimal and exciting. He knelt over her and leaned all of his weight against her, clutching her wrists. He lowered his head and licked the sweat from her pinioned body. She writhed like a snake under his invading tongue. Far to the rear of the big broad sky, blackness gathered under the oppressive sun, to watch.
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His teeth scraped her sun burnt flesh as he mauled her in near silence. Only the animalistic grunts of passion they made provided the soundtrack to their public display. She wiggled her hands free and unzipped and unbuttoned until his pants came loose. With great effort, she stripped his body naked. In the deadly heat, he barely noticed. In reply, however, he munched at her panty-covered pussy. The fabric was sopping wet with her juices. The scorching sun tried desperately to claim the renegade moisture, but was thwarted by his greedy mouth.
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A drop of water splashed on her tummy. It wasn’t much, hardly noticeable at all. Could have been a bead of sweat from his brow. She was much more interested in his use of teeth to tease her clit through her panties. Her hips rose up to his mouth. She strained to get him to suck on the hard flesh kernel, but he was content to tease. Another drop fell, hitting him squarely in the back. Their carnal game of Twister Tease caused them to slip off the sweat soaked rock into the dust. Neither cared. A fine mist gathered in the air above them. Neither noticed the sun had dimmed.
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She pushed with all her might and turned him on his back. Now she was in control. She rocked her hips, grinding her still clothed hole on his hard cock. The wet panties formed a tight rope against her clit to masturbate herself on. She used his stiff prick as a leveraging tool. Her hands kneaded his chest muscles as she drove him insane with lust. She bit at his nipples but lacked the power he possessed. He sat up and dumped her on her ass. While folded in a V, he ripped the panties from her and buried his face between her saturated thighs. She humped at his face immediately. Her horny hole loved this new attention and wasn’t satisfied with just a little. She clamped her thighs around his head, overly eager for the promised orgasm to come. The skies opened up and the rain began to fall on the scarred planet and the lovers on its face.
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He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. Angrily, she tried to fuck his mouth, as a man would. Her urgency was shocking, but not unexpected. Frantically, he sucked her clit like a miniature cock. Her nails dug trenches in his scalp as her muscles tensed in anticipation of release. The rain fell gently upon them, relieving some of the heat they had generated. Finally her moment arrived. She howled like a she wolf baying at the moon, as her pussy walls quivered and contracted. Then she forcibly flushed the built up hormones from her body in a mind warping orgasm. The rain began to gather strength.
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He forced her legs open and stabbed her sex with his own. The cold rain stung their blistering skin as it poured down cold on their burnt skin. He pounded his way up into her deepest reaches, punishing her body with his rigid prong. She screamed and beat him with her fists. The passion and the pleasure had grown too much for her fevered head. All she could do was hold on to him and go where he took her. She could do nothing else but scream and cum.
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The once dusty trail quickly turned to mud, coating both of them as they lay rutting like dogs. Her passionate cries were barely discernible over the crash of the lightning and pelt of the wind driven rain. Her pussy was as wet as the ground, wetter now that the rain collected on their bodies. His urgency slowed as his skin cooled. He slowed his pace to lick the sweet water from her skin. The break in stride brought her back to the Earth. With superhuman strength, She spun him over once again. This time she got right to work. Amazingly, she had turned him without ever slipping out of the saddle. She fucked him hard.
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The more unrelenting the storm, the harsher she pounded herself on his pole. Like a pile driver at task, she drove herself with the same rhythm as the rain. Her pussy muscles clenched his straining cock like a fist, trying to pull his orgasm from his body. He, in turn, tried desperately to drive himself deeper into her, but he couldn’t get any leverage in the sloppy mud. Desperation set into both as they searched for a handhold and a steady pace. Lightning crashed very close by. The sheer fright of the sound and fury was the missing link. They both exploded into vicious orgasm. Then lightning struck again.
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The powerless lovers could do nothing to stop the E ticket ride now. Multiple orgasms plagued both as they lay, conjoined at the sex. The tempest raged on for another couple of minutes as each was drained of their willpower and lay spent from the exercise. At long last, the clouds finished their expulsion and dissipated. The old woman brushed back the soaked hair from her eyes, pleased that her spell had worked so well. The Crone walked away in silence, unheard and unnoticed.
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He shook his head and looked up at her. She was plastered to him in sheer exhaustion. With a wilted smile, he wiped the dripping hair from her brow. She gave him a weak smirk and kissed him gently. Leaning forward, she moved her body ever so slightly. They were still conjoined, and the friction was just enough. He inflated in her with alarming speed. Her face froze in a mask of horror as he pumped her yet again. The Old Druid laughed heartily into the blowing wind, and blew her a kiss for luck.
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