0 comments/ 54134 views/ 0 favorites Great Balls of Fire By: Guitman69 This is a true story that happened when my wife and I were still dating. In order to protect our anonymity, I will call her Jane. It was a Saturday night and we had the house to ourselves. Jane and I were watching television. The move "Great Balls of Fire" was on. It was that movie made about the life of Jerry Lee Lewis. Now before we get any further, let me get the obligator descriptions out of the way. Jane has red hair, and the most beautiful green eyes. She's medium height, with long legs and DD breasts. She was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and nothing underneath; she never wears underwear at home. I was also wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. We were sitting on the couch watching the movie. Jane was leaning into me, and I had my arm around her shoulder. I started to rub her bare thigh with my free hand. She has such sexy legs. My hand got further up her leg, and traveled up stomach, and up to her chest. I started to rub her right breast when she grabbed my hand. "Stop that," she said with a giggle, "I've never seen this movie before." I had though, several times, so I grabbed book off he coffee table and laid back on the couch. I'm a pretty tall guy (6' 2") and I barely fit on it myself, so I had my left leg bent up on the couch and my right foot on the floor. I was reading for about 15 minutes when I felt Jane's fingers running up my leg. I didn't think much of it at first, but she kept getting higher. When her fingers moved under my pant leg, I put my book down. She turned to me and had a mischievous look in her eyes. I love that look. That look always means that she is going to do something to me that she knows I'm going to like…a lot. She turned her head back to the movie, but her hand kept traveling upwards. Her hand stopped just below where my leg meets my crotch, and started stroking along the crease there. At this point, I was glad that I wasn't wearing any underwear, because it started to get a little tight in my pants. She turned to look at me and saw growing bulge in my shorts. She pulled her hand out of my pants and flashed me a wicked little grin. Jane rested her arm on my leg, and lightly traced the outline of my dick through the cloth. Then she turned her head back to the movie. We sat like this for a few minutes. Jane was watching the movie, and I was watching her hand stroke my trapped cock. Every once in a while she would squeeze it, which made me moan. After a while, she turned towards me and said, "Those shorts look pretty tight in there, why don't you let me help you out with that." She grabbed the waist band of my shorts and pulled down. I lifted my butt up off the couch to let them go down easier. As she pulled, by cock sprang forth form its prison and shot strait up. She pulled my pants down to my thighs and said, "There, now doesn't that feel better?" I couldn't say anything, but I nodded slowly. She reached out and softly grabbed the shaft of my penis. Her first touch on my bare skin felt wonderful and I let out a long moan. She giggled and started to stroke my cock. Her touch was so light that she barely touched me. But, as time went on, she squeezed harder and harder, but still at a slow rate. Then she started to speed up. The whole time she is staring my right in the face and her beautiful green eyes are sparkling and I can tell that there are some very dirty thoughts running though that head of hers. Jane slowly ran her tongue along her lips, then leaned down and gave the underside of my glans a quick lick, which sent shivers down my spine. She continued this for a while (I had no concept of time then); stoking my hard dick, and then licking it. As she went on, the licks got to be longer and longer until she was covering the whole length of it. Then she took the head into her mouth and started to suck on it. I could feel her swirling her tongue around the crown. I was about to come, and I told her so. "Do you want me to finish," she asked, "or do you want to cool down a little?" It felt so good that I told her I wanted to cool down. She got off me and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. I pulled my pants up and headed to the bathroom. I had no idea I had to pee so bad until she stopped. I stood over the toilet with a monster hard on, trying to get it to relax, but in my mind I kept thinking of those eyes staring at me as she rubbed my cock. I don't know how, but I managed to calm myself down enough to go. When I came back out into the living room, Jane was already sitting on the couch with the remote in her hand. I hadn't noticed, but the movie had ended. I sat down next to her and she turned the television off. She turned to me. I held her face and gave her a deep passionate kiss. As we kissed, my hand roamed down to her chest. She moaned into my mouth when I squeezed her breast. She broke the kiss and pushed my down into the couch and pulled my pants completely off. As she took my dick in her hand she asked, "Now…where was I?" She flashed me that evil grin. "Ah yes! I was right about here." Then she plunged her head down over my cock. She bobbed her head a couple of times, and then she would pull me from her mouth and lick it all over. I didn't realize that my eyes were closed until she stopped. I must have had a confused look on my face because she smiled at me and said, "I have an idea that I think your gonna like." She took off her shirt and revealed her marvelous DD breasts, the pale pink nipples already hard. She leaned forward and sucked me in on more time, but pulled me out slowly. Then she placed my now saliva slicked member in between her breasts and pushed them together. She told me to hold them together as she moved her body up and down. The feeling was amazing, not to mention the view. The underside of my dick was sliding against the silky skin of her chest, and the soft flesh of her breasts surrounded the rest of it. I watched my dick disappear into her cleavage, and then when it popped back out again, she would bend her head down and lick the top. I rubbed her nipples with the palms of my hands. I lifted my hips off the couch and matched her rhythms. After a dozen or so strokes she would tell me to let go so she could wet my dick again. After about 4 times of following this cycle, I was about to come. When I told her she grabbed hold of my cock and started to stroke me hard and fast. I felt my orgasm approaching like a speeding train; we had been playing like this for at least 45 minutes. When it finally hit, I cried out, "Oh God!!" The first shot out of my dick went flying strait at my head. I turned just in time for it to miss my face, but it got in my long hair. Jane managed to move my dick in time for me to shoot the rest on her chest. I had never come so hard in my life. When my orgasm subsided, be both looked at each other and laughed. We got up to clean ourselves off. I thanked her with a long kiss and said, "Let's go back to the bedroom so I can thank you properly for that." BTW: I don't think Jane has ever seen the end of that movie. And to this day, neither of us can hear the song "Great Balls of Fire" without laughing to ourselves. Great Balls Of Fire Demi Moore was in the wardrobe room fitting the lingerie that she would wear in the next scene of ‘Indecent Proposal.’ That would be for the scene where she was to expose her panties with co-star and husband in film Woody Harrelson gearing her up for a morning sex romp. By chance, Robert Redford, another major star in the film, entered the room and caught her with not a stitch of clothing on. “Oops, I’m dreadfully sorry, I thought no one’s here,” Robert said a bit flushed. He was looking for his costume designer. However Demi was unperturbed. “You’re forgiven. Hey Bob, could you please help me choose which one of these panties is great?” she faced him holding up one and then the next, stretching the waistband in front of him. He tried to keep his eyes off her curvaceous body, ballooning tits, and a snatch that was covered with a great deal of hair. Robert rubbed his chin contemplatively. “I guess the first one, I love white undies on women.” “Good, thanks,” she said and casually went back to face the mirror and slipped into the chosen panties. Then she turned back to him. “I’ve got to shave my pubis, could you step out please, you’ve seen a lot don’t you?” Robert nodded. “O course, just don’t nick yourself.” “Pussy, pussy, pussy the despoiler of kingdoms, the downfall of man…” Robert was mumbling to himself as he walked down the hall feeling the beginnings of erection as the mental image of Demi’s curvaceous body furry pussy got imprinted in his head. The camera whirred at Demi and Robert dancing a slow dance in the big house. Heard dialogue was not necessary in this scene only their animated moves were required. Demi whispered to Robert. “My oh my! How old are you Bob if I may ask, sixty or sixteen?” She could feel his erection. Robert smiled. “I’d like to join the people here in Hollywood whose age is indeterminate.” “How about meeting me at my apartment tonight, room 2001 Fern Tower. Know that?” Demi leaned her head on his shoulder. “Cut! Good take. Ok that wraps it up for today,” Andre Lyne, the director shouted and the crew sighed and clapped their hands. The dashing Robert Redford arrived at quarter past nine in the evening at The Fern’s Tower. He was wearing rimless glasses, casual clothes: silk shirt, Levi’s and Italian loafers under black leather jacket when he strode in the elevator. What would she want from him? A fuck? The way she looked at him seemed she needed one. Am I too old for this? Give me a classy dame any old time and my dick will rise on the occasion. These things were running in the privacy of his head. He rang her bell. She opened the door. There she was… groomed to perfection, wearing a see through peignoir, no underwear, tits straining, dark pubic hair trimmed to just a narrow strip. “Come in Bob. Care for a drink? Champagne…Brandy… Scotch…Viagra…?” “Brandy,” he said. “Who needs Viagra with a drop dead gorgeous body like yours?” he grinned. “Just keeping it handy. If a man can’t get it up for some reason or another that’s devastating. I must admit I get turned on with older men,” she said pouring brandy on two glasses. “Younger men bore me. Older men have power, wisdom, and thinking dicks.” “I’m not that powerful. I’m just an old actor on a comeback trail.” “Old and humble. Our movie I believe is going to be a big hit. You have a powerful persona.” “With you, yeah, I certainly would believe so.” “You would contribute immensely to the film. Robert Redford who could ever forget you?” she said handing him his drink. “I’m pleased. Thanks.” She offered a toast. “To the success of Indecent proposal.” They raised glasses and drank. “Why am I here with you?” Robert asked. Demi walked over to the bar counter and picked a wafer thin cigarette case, opened it and took one. She offered him. He declined and told her that he had quit two years ago. She lit the cigarette with a phallic-shaped lighter. He noticed her rubbed the lighter knowingly with her fingers as she sat on the bar stool. “Did you mean why I invited you here? Why? Didn’t you like what you saw this morning?” She asked blowing perfect smoke rings in the air. “I like it but what do you like about me?” “Why did you come here in the first place? To fuck me or what?” “Curiosity and I’ve got nothin’ else to do tonight.” She stubbed the cigarette in the ash tray. “Sex is better if you’ve got nothin’ else to do, you agree?” Robert pushed his jacket sleeve on his left wrist and looked over her Patek Philippe watch. Demi stood. Sexual passion throbbed in her body and she’s not the person to be turned down. She shrugged off her nightdress letting it fall down on her ankles. She remained standing waiting for his reaction. She was all womanly, long limbs, big-breasted and a ‘come and get me’ pussy. He turned sideways, hooked his thumb on the front pocket of his Levi’s, face flushing. Have he had enough pussies lately? “What’s the matter, no interest?” She hunched her shoulder. “You’re strikingly beautiful Demi.” He said facing her again, his blue eyes assessing her nudity. She walked over to him and pushed the jacket off his shoulders as if there was an unspoken agreement. “Nice jacket.” She said looking at his blue eyes, a pool of desire. She flung the jacket on the floor. Then she took hold of his hands. They were old hands but felt strong, and so with the other parts of his body as she felt them. Age suited Robert. Rugged. Boyish grin. Tousled blonde. Startling good looks. “You still haven’t lost your charm, Bob. What’s the secret?” “It’s in the genes.” “Right here in your jeans?” she said and intimately groped for his cock. It wasn’t exactly in the arousal state. “Do you need Viagra?” Robert narrowed his eyes and laughed. “I live in a farm, eat natural fresh food, stay out as much as possible from polluted places, drink moderately, ride my horse, ski, chop woods, swim and make love. I still don’t see the need for it, not just yet.” “I’m interested in making love, we making out ‘equal’ sex.” “Demi, I’m no longer sixteen and I’m not desperate to get laid.” “Are you trying to say you’re rejecting my offer for a one night stand. Please don’t blow the whole thing. I seldom get the urge and I made preparations hours before you came in. At least allow me to open your jeans and let me hold your cock, for a minute or two. Would you?” He was speechless. Demi broke the silence. Demi was a prize catch. “Well?” She said staring at him bright-eyed and optimistic. She couldn’t stand anymore how he looked at her. She knew she had him. Her hands held his face; kissed him long and hard, hot tantalizing kisses, pressed her body against him, and then groped him again. This time he was in the ‘gropable’ state. His jeans were not belted. She twisted out the waist metal button then popped out the rest down. Robert wasn’t wearing underwear. He didn’t bother, especially if he’s wearing Levi’s 501. She drew the pants down halfway his massive thighs and he kicked off his shoes and finished getting off the jeans. His cock was 80 per cent erect. Surely he didn’t need the damned Viagra. Demi smiled and she raced on unbuttoning his shirt. Finally his tanned naked body with a fine display of muscles were exposed. Demi sank down on her knees and kissed the top end of his manhood. It further rose to 85 per cent erect. Her tongue swirled around the corona and her hand stroked it. Robert’s eyes drifted close as she took him in her mouth letting him feel her teeth scraped lightly as it passed through. Sealed in her luscious smacker, she began a showy kind of giving head by letting his boner bulge out her cheek and looking up at him. When she slipped it off there was an audible ‘pop.’ It was 105 per cent erect, ready to enter heaven. Robert was big, not awesome, but enough to say he’s well-equipped. Robert was aroused by her confidence. She took him like she was picking an apple. Demi must be near forty and in his opinion, this age is when a woman is worth talking to and bedding as well. She licked and licked around and around, nibbling, caressing until finally putting it all in her mouth and almost getting to the base. Wow! Women nowadays certainly knew how to make a man feel like a king. “You like it?” “It’s great,” he finally spoke. He held her mobile head as she resumed her deed and felt a lift-off. A zooming in the air. Then Demi stood. “Let’s sit on the sofa, shall we?” she offered and led his cock as she walked across the room to the sofa. Robert sank in the sofa and his boner jutted out like a King Cobra. Demi sat sideways facing him and took away his glasses and put them aside and kissed him again, wet and hard. His one hand snaked to her bottom and squeezed the cheek of her ass. As she stroked his hard ware, his finger reached deeply in the middle of her bottom and traced her wet vulva. She gasped. Robert’s boner was hot in her hand and 200 per cent erect. She bent over and sucked it once not sparing the balls while her pink ass was stuck out in the air and Robert’s fingers were dipping in her wet damp. Then she shifted her body and knelt astride his lap. She offered her tits and he sucked on them. His hands followed to feel the excitement of her bare tits. Hard nipples, soft firm contours. Beautiful. Perfect. Later her hand was rubbing his boner along her warm wetness. His hands slid down to her waist, hips, thighs, bottom then over the front where his thumb circled her clit. “Ohhh that’s good.” At last her hand put his boner where it would find gainful employment. She moved slowly, up…and…down…. Up…and…down. Her breathing was becoming ragged. Her pussy was gloving him tight and warm. He got lost in the sensation and removed his thumb over her clit. “Hey put it back,” she scolded him. After a minute or so, she dismounted him, brought her feet on the floor, turned away from him, pressed her thighs together and re-engaged his boner to her juiciness. Robert gasped at his re-entry. Now he could watch her big ass bouncing over his boner. She was so into it and her moaning was infectious. “Demi, please I want to return the favor,” Robert said. In the next moment Demi was lying on her back and Robert’s head was buried in her fairyland. Robert had a skillful tongue and in a tiny minute she screeched to orgasm. Quickly, he climbed aboard and stabbed his straight shooter into her bubbling hole. She wrapped her legs around him, in a scissors embrace. Robert was a portrait of a Marlboro Man showing his expert horsemanship. Surely he was giving her great balls of fire to achieve another of that rip-roaring orgasm. He knew everything to know, and used his skills accordingly. When her mouth gaped, and hips arched up, he held back his own, until she tensed, her face blushed and then bucked up and down like she was on a bumpy trip. Robert steadied his pace up to the point that he had to release, timing it like a cowboy about to rope a cattle, and he squirted his seed outside of her, spilling them on her body like a garden sprinkler. After their rapture subsided, they were smiling contentedly. “How about me taking you out for dinner?” asked Robert. “No, I have dinner prepared here. Sex and Fooood---always a good combination.” “Now that you mentioned that, I’m famished.” “And I supposed I could have another refill afterwards.” “Why not, I’ve just started. I’m a late bloomer,” Robert replied exuding his charm to the max. * * * * Great Balls of Fire Great balls of fire. Two of them stream through the warm summer night's air. A hovering white ball of passion leads the way mimicked by a ball of blue desires. These physical manifestations chase each other in the gentle breeze casting about to and fro. They bang into each other with great steams of sparks and small puffs of smoke. Small whips of smoke trail off the two fiery globes as they sore through the windy air. Beneath them sitting on the grass two lovebirds sit enthralled with each other. Through hot and sweaty kisses they lay there oblivious to the light show circling their heads. Slowly the sloppy kisses turn to moans the two bodies huddle close to each other, their clothes sweaty in the night air. Barely a sound now disturbs them as they lay there under the flashing lights save for the rustling of clothes and the chirp of crickets. A white flash, the silence as the two celestial bodies stare at each other, apart but similar. With a slow pant the balls flash with mimicking patterns of white light. Tenderly the white ball floats into the air, circling the blue. It's body pulsing with a slow light. Drifting close now letting a single lash of flame touch the blue ball it continues its circular path. Again and again it presses out, letting licks of flame engulf the blue ball, it's path speeding up as the blue flame flickers with increased intensity. The white flame grows closer, the flickers of light closer together, and presses its great form against that of the blue flame. Bare chests, sticky bodies, wandering hands. The girl gasps and moans casting her voiceless pleasures to the empty air. The wandering hands trace soft lines against her skin, pressing down over her back, tentatively scraping over her belly before brushing against her breasts. Just like an electric shock her body tenses at the fingernails scrape across her nipples. Slowly but steadily the hands play a slow game feeling and touching the soft milky white skin. As their timid grasps sending shivers down her back the hand's owner gains new energy, the hands new confidence. The hands warm up excited, playing and stroking the soft skin, their fingers running over newly trod ground gaining a little more eager with each step. A flash of white then a pulse of blue. The spinning lights stop their wild games and stare, apart once more. Eagerly shafts of their light meet playing out the urgent dance. The spin around the other with happy steps turning into more timid moves. Sliding through the warm night the azure flame pauses in it's path, seeming to drift farther away then directs it's path to the white flame. With a shy set of pulses the body spines against the white flame ignoring the brightened radiance that it expels. Growing in confidence the blue flame spits out shafts upon shafts of flames engulfing the white flame in a ball of blue. The white flame rebounds and shines with a radiant white light illuminating the field around him. Sparks fly out of the spasming white flame falling onto the bare ground below. Naked bodies in the night. Dark shadows casting of hips, legs, chests darkening patterns in the ground. The two forms huddle apart, each taking stock of the other. Slowly he feels the trail of fingernails tickle down his chest ending on his thighs. Letting out a soft gasp he gasps as they resume their course inward and brush over his stiff member. Tenderly he feels himself being held in two soft hands. The hands are timid -- unsure of what to do, or where to go. He bucks his hips up as those pearly white fingers stretch over him, sending soft shivers down his spine. He gasps as they start an oscillating path, running up and down his skin. He moans as they speed up their course rubbing their delicate skin harshly over his skin. With a slow cry he feels his body release as a warm moist breath of air flows of his sex, exciting it. A timid, soft lick follows his passions budding, his hips twisting. Silence in the heavens. The two lights flickering with an intense heat regarding the other. They circle flickering in sync as they fly through the night. Slowly the white ball sends out a flash of white flame. The blue responds in king. They both flash lighting the ground with a pale blue light. With a cautious move they close the distance. Their bodies flash with new excitement. The ground changes color with flashes of white and spears of blue. The balls tense and fly apart. Stopping the blue balls thrusts itself forward sliding through the white's deadly maze of flame. The small ball pierces the lager's heat, mixing them with passion. Again it goes through faster this time. Time and time again the balls meet, their forms sliding over each other. Colored flames pass between the fiery spheres sparking over the world. With an increased fury they seek each other ramming into the other with a heightened vigor, with even more passion. With a final triumph flash of flames the two clamor into the other mixing. Their blue-white flames pulse in rhythm, their flaming bodies mingling. Below them the ground is cast in a flickering white light pulsing in and out. After a long second the two forms stop their measured pants, mingling their bodies into one. For an eternal moment the two balls of flame lie in the air, not two separate fire but a single flame burning brightly. A whisper of wind dispels the flames casting the delicate sparks on the lovers clung together below.