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BonFire

By: CraigLake



The bonfire was a roiling beast. Even from his place on the outer fringes of the group, Sheldon could feel the heat baking into his skin. It was a nice contrast to the chilly breeze hitting the back of his thick coat and jeans. He hated the cold. It was the end of July but an unseasonable wind was blowing through, dropping tempertures to the single digits in that night.

A perfect night for a thirty foot bonfire.

It was an annual tradition he's been told by his friend, the owners of the house and huge field saving every huge thing that could burn all year for this night. She had invited Sheldon and he loved the moment when they doused all the refuge with gas and then lit it. It was actually his second time seeing this monster churning up into the air, all the smoke invisible in the night, all but the barest scent carried away on the cold gusts of wind that blew across his face the strands of hair that had escaped his pony tail. It was his second favourite thing about the parties. He turned his head and saw his first.

Her name was Jane.

They had met the year before, at his first fire. A friend of the daughters of the family. Even when she wasn't right next to him, before he even knew she was really there, he could feel her. Like someone had suddnely lit a torch in the room. She seemed to fill up all the space with her heat. She was funny, she was smart, she told the dirtiest stories to a rrom ful of people and she flirted with Sheldon constantly, a no-bull shit style that made him want her more and more towards the end of that night. She made no bones about feeling the same when they had one moment alone together before her friend showed up to usher Jane home.

Sheldon felt like falling on the ground in a tantrum when she said Jane was married.

And now here it was a year a later, Jane looking at him across the flickering darkness from the fringes of the party, everyone else watching those brave enough to get really close the fire, risking a burn. He knew how they felt. His own personal bonfire was right here looking at him. Her smouldering eyes seemed to make his skin tighten even more as if he were only a few feet away from an open furnace. Under her eyes there was no cool breeze, he could only feel the heat of her green eyes as if no time had passed.

She stood with her denim jacket undone, a white tee-shirt that seemed to shimmer in the shadows from the flickering light. It moulded her body tight across her heavy breast's and a waist that fell straight. A single black star was stamped near on it at the hem near her left hip, a hip cocked at an angle. Her long legs were wrapped in back tights and a short denim skirt. A pale face glowed with red lips slightly parted. She was tall and could look into Sheldon's own blue eyes six feet above the ground.

Her heat was roaring over him even from so far away. He shouldn't get closer. Not because she was married. Not because people might get the wrong, or right, idea. Those were incidental consequences. He didn't want to get burned getting that close. She was Fire. She was would singe him with the first touch.

Would it be worth it?

She tilted her head ever so slightly, never losing his eyes and headed with a long, rolling gait down the field, into the trees. Before too long she was disappeared into the shadows.

He watched her go, thinking he could close his eyes and simply follow the heat left by her wake, finding everyone one of her steps without fault. He wanted to follow. Find her in the darkness where she could only be glowing like an ember in the dark, waiting.

He found his feet slowly taking him away from the party, the chattering groups and drunken shouts dying behind him with the heat as he followed. The shill wind bit deeper into him but he could swear, knew it was imagination but could SWEAR that he could follow her path. A current of slightly warmer air winding through the night, into the trees at the edge of the property. Into the dark.

Sheldon felt the warmth a split second before the hand slapped his shoulder and a voice roughened from smoking said "and how the fuck have you been, Shel?"

A grin broke from his lips as he turned. She really was pale and seemed to glow in the dark as if from a spark lit inside her.

"Not too bad, Jane," he said, leaning against a tree with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, as much to not just grab her as keep them warm. "how's life been treating you?"

"Oh, you know, nothing to get up to around here," she replied with a smirk lighting a cigerette, flaring shadows across her face. She never did anything that could be discribed as "nothing" as far as he knew.

Sheldon stood very still. His dark olive skin had always seemed to disappear in shadows and he hoped his eyes's were hidden from the way they roved up and down her body. "And hows, the husband?"

As non-chalant as you please she said, "he's doing good. He's not so much of a party guy and stayed home. Besides if he didn't who would put me too bed when I got home drunk?" she added with a laugh.

Sheldon couldn't help but laugh and replied "oh that must be fun, putting his drunk ass wife to bed."

Jane winked at him and drawled "well I usually rape him once he gets me there so he's doesn't complain too much."

Sheldon and Jane talked and laughed anf flirted on and on as the bonfire burned far away. Little by little the heat was building brighter between them as the talked. Sheldon no longer felt the cold he hated so much, only this skin tightening, cock hardening heat that was swirling between them like an inferno being born. Eventually they were laughing so hard Jane fell against Sheldon, gasping for breath into his neck as he struggled to breathe himself.

The whole long length of her hot body pressed against his as she slowly raised her head, her nose grazed his cheek as it passed. Jane's arms circled Sheldon's neck at the same moment his own arms circled her waist and held her close. There foreheads pressed against each other. Sheldon was sure their breaths weren't misting a moment ago but now great plumes of steam were billowing out from their mouths into the face of the other.

Sheldon felt impossibly hard as with Jane's body pressed against his. He remembered the year before how hard he had been the brief moment thay had been alone and this was no different. The heat she sparked inside him was now churning just as hot as the far away bonfire. They wanted each other but hesitated, not out of guilt, or morals, or propreity but until they both knew they just couldnt stand it anymore.

The moment came a second later when with a snap, like an oak knot bursting in a flame they crushed their mouths together, Sheldon crushing Jane against his body as hers rippled and rubbed against him, pressing her crotch against his, grinding out hot sparks of pleasure. Jane flicked her cigerette away and threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling more strands out of his pony tail as she devoured him.

His hand's sloped down her back onto her ass, pulling her even harder against him. One of her thighs raised, wrapping tight against his hip. Sheldon yanked the hem of her skirt up cupping her ass through her black tights. Their mouths worked hard, tongue's working furiously as his hand slipped down further, finding a moist heat burning against his fingers. A deep groan left Jane's throat and vibrated into Sheldon's mouth as he rubbed her from behind harder. Her hips rolled eagerly against his hand.

Jane's hands left his hair, unzipping his jacket and shoving them under his shirt to run over his skin. Her fingers left scorching trails behind them. She sunk her nails into his chest, almost breaking the skin. That pain hadn't even faded before she found his nipples and twisted them sharply, dragging a hiss of erotic pain from him.

Maddened he grabbed her by the ass firmly and spun her around, her back hitting the tree and supporting her there. She lost no time wrapping her legs around him but once she was supported he grabbed her wrists and holding them both in one fist, slammed them against tree over her head. Jane moaned at the pure power of the move, tightening her thighs around Sheldon and pressing herself harder against him. He made a low sound in his throat when she ground against his throbbing cok, feeling how wet and hot her pussy was before he lunged in and attacked her neck, kissing and sucking. Jane cried out at the sharp sensations, her thighs pressed wider as he ground against her.

Supporting her just between his body and tree, his free hand raked her top up her front, catching her bra as he went and yanking them both up to her neck. Her full breasts fell into his sight, round and firm with nipples the lightest of pink, puckering in the night air. He hungrily raised one to his lips, sucking the sensitive tip and running his teeth over it, not quite biting but the promise was there.

Moans shuddered out of Jane with every breath. She really did feel as if she was on fire, as if her very skin would just sizzle away into ash and float off on the breeze and then it seemed likt that is exactly what was happening. Starting from her pussy the heat roared through her, sizzling every nerve as she came pressed against a tree with her hands trapped over her head. She might have screamed but it was lost in the rolling fire of her orgasm.

Long before she thought her legs could take her weight her wrists were released and her legs lowered to the ground. Sheldon quickly turn her around to face the tree. He pushed on her lower back, bending her from the waist so she had to brace her hands against the tree, thrusting her ass out at him. He crouched down behind her, bunching her skirt up around her waist he tugged down her tights, the soaked crotch clinging to her sticky fold before letting go. She gave a little shudder when it did and cried out when Sheldon placed his mouth on her soaked pussy, slipping his tongue in. He worked it around inside her, diggin as deep as he could before dragging it out of her, covered in her juice, and licked down to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Jane moaned and jerked, pushing her hips back into his face, encouraging him in whimpers and gasps tp keep going. The pleasure abruptly cut off. She only had a moment to be disappointed before somethig thick and scalding hot thrust itself into her. Sheldon slipped his cock into her in one hard thrust, forcing her cunt open around him. Jane let an "oh god" slip from her lips before shoving her hips back to him, helping him reach as deep as he could get. his hips meeting her ass with a sharp slap before it was quickly repeated. Jane thrust her hips back at him hard as he fucked her. His thick cock rubbed against the inside of her pussy, passing over the smooth slick walls, spreading them open, only to draw out and ram in again.

Sheldon's hands held on to her hips, fingers digging into the skin as he jerked against her thrusting ass, meeting her stroke for stroke. Her pussy squeezed him tight and snug, wrapping around his cock like a humid fist, stroking ever inch of him. For her part Jane could swear she could feel every vein on his cock stroking along the sides of her pussy, creating sharp spikes of pleasure inside her.

Sheldon was ramming her harder now. His hips were slapping louder and hard against her ass with each thrust. Jane thought he was about to cum. She didn't want that yet.

Sheldon nearly swallowed his tongue when Jane pulled off his cock and turned to him. While quickly taking off her shoes and tights she told him to sit against the tree. He quickly did. Jane dropped to her knees between his legs and took his cock into her hand. Quickly dipping her head she engulfed the whole thing into her mouth. Her head bobbed quickly, runningher tongue over the silky skin and tracing the smooth veins she found. She flicked the head with her tongue and then sucked it hard, hearing Sheldon gasp and moan over her, his hands grabbing at her head. With a final lick, Jane raised up and straddled him, holding his cock and guiding back inside of her once against.

They was no stopping this time. Jane's hips rolled fast and hard, grinding her pussy into his crotch before sinply slamming herself up and down on him. Her breasts bounced with her motion. Sheldon cupped them in his hands, kneading them before sucking one into his mouth, pinching and twisting the other. His hips rolled with her thrusts, driving into her again and again. Jane gave a cry as she came again, shuddering hard, her pussy squeezing had on Sheldon, dragging him into orgasm along with her, like a supernova that burst from the base of his cock and along its length and into the rest of him. Cumming hard inside of Jane, his gasps and moans were muffled around her breast.

They slowed and finally went quiet. They sat like that, Jane slumped over Sheldon, as the last of his cum leaked inside of her as they caught their breath.

Jane eventually raised her head and looked into his eyes, the heat still there, but buring low for now.

"We have to get back," she said quietly.

"Yeah," Sheldon replied.

Stiffly and wobbling a bit, Jane gained her feet, pulled her skirt down for decency and slowly made her way back to the party.

He watched her go and she was gone before he finally realized why she had looked wrong leaving. Without looking he reached his hand out to his left and found a bunch of cloth he brought up to his eyes.

Her black tights.

That was going to take explaining.

Bonfire at the Beach



That familiar crushing sound of the wave breaking against the sea was all I heard as my body propelled the board directly into the surf. I wanted one last ride before heading back to shore. Hoisting myself belly down onto the orange foam, I felt the rough surface against my skin, the rubber cord fastened to my ankle by the Velcro strap. The ocean was speaking to me, each little wave rolling underneath, tempting me to push off but waiting for the right one. The salty sea was starting to form a crest and I was ready to take it. Shifting my glance from over my shoulder to in front of me I paddled with long full strokes into the swell. It had just enough height to lift me into the air and feel the cool rush of body boarding down the front side of the beautiful foamy wave. Effortlessly moving the board side to side, feeling my feet getting sprayed by the surf. 

When the ride finished I picked up the board and waded up to the edge of the water where the sand was firm beneath my toes. Tossing the board down onto the sand I positioned myself cross legged on top of it. I was catching my breath as I reached down to undo the safety strap. It was just about sunset and after a long afternoon of body boarding there was no better way to end the day than watch the sun sink into the horizon. The sky was painted orange and red, clouds strung about like wispy cotton candy. Closing my eyes I just listened; the surf crashing, the seagulls calling, the laughter behind me. 

"Hey, Mary, are you done out there?"

The voice of my best friend Dani always brought a smile to my face. Dani was one of those girls who had a genuine personality and as she ran towards me, I couldn't help but chuckle. 

"Dani, tell me when you have seen a more perfect sunset?"

"Geesh, Mary, I don't know. Perhaps on the boob tube when I watched 'From Here to Eternity'." I felt her arms tackle me, knocking me over face first into the sand. Her strong arms wrapped around me and then rolled us both around on the beach, just like in the movie. We were laughing like idiots. 

"You are such a dork, Dani, get the hell off me, we are getting too old to roll around in the sand!" 

As we stood up, I grabbed my board and we made our way back to the group of friends who were busy getting the barbeque ready and preparing the fire pit. Today there was a big crowd and I wasn't sure who everyone was but any friend of Dani's was a friend of mine. Someone had a music playing, a few people were playing volleyball and others were just enjoying a beer while chatting. 

The skewered kabobs were full of juicy flavor and the smell of burning wood as the fire grew higher reminded me of how much I enjoyed living close to the beach. Then they showed up, those bleach blonde, fake tits, airhead girls who were only there to land a surfer. I can't stand phony people let alone ones who pretend to be something they are not. Their incessant talk of how they want to try surfing but are afraid to break a nail made me want to clobber them. Really, who cares about them anyway? No guy looking for a serious conversation, that's for sure. 

"Pass me a Coors light, will ya?" I wasn't sure why I said that, I didn't usually drink beer. 

He wasn't quite sure who she was here with, but watching the shadow of flames flicker upon her face gave her this particular glow that he couldn't stop staring at. The beach bonfire always proved to bring out the hotties but this was not your average looking surfer girl. In fact she was quite the opposite of the stereotypical beach bums. She wasn't the slender sunbather either. She was thick, but in all the right places and she had this great laugh. Every time Dani said something she would egg her on and the two of them would end up in fits of laughter. Yet he noticed that every time she looked his way and he caught her eyes that she would turn away. She was absolutely intriguing and he wanted to meet her.

"Dani, who is that guy in the Billabong shorts?"

"You mean David? That's Colin's friend, he's visiting from Baton Rouge. Why do you ask, Mary?" She knew me all too well because that last question was dripping in sarcasm. 

"Dude, he's hot and check out his six pack, and a southern boy, huh?" I put on my best drawl "Y'all might have to introduce me now, ya hear?" 

"Introduce yourself, beotch." Figures she would pull the 'fend for yourself' attitude. She knew that if I didn't break out of my solo shell, I would be single for the next decade. 

I grabbed a handful of marshmallows and made my way over to him. Silently I walked up behind him, he was engrossed in his conversation with Colin. He was saying something about moving out here.

"Can I slide my soft, milky white pillows over your stick?" I said softly into his ear. David's face turned as red as the flames in the pit. 

"Excuse me?" he said with quite the shocked look on his face.

I held out my hand. "Marshmallows, I'm talking about marshmallows. Don't you like them?"

"Sure but that's the oddest way I have ever had anyone ask me if I wanted to roast them." Then he looked at me, very coyly, and plucked one right from my hand "I wonder if you taste as good as the ones back home?" He stuffed it in his mouth. 

I laughed out loud. "Are we still talking about marshmallows?" Hearing his accent was charming and we were being so stupid. "Hi, I'm Mary."

"I'm David" 

"I know. How about taking a stroll with me?" Damn, where did these balls grow from? I was never this forward!

David looked at Colin for approval and it was written all over his face. His expression said it all, one of those 'have fun, you two' looks. "Take a blanket, you two, the fog is rolling in." 

Truly, I'm not sure what came over me. It could have been anything, the salt air, the crowd, the music or maybe the beer. That's it, the beer. I will blame my current behavior on beer, I thought. Men do it, why cant I?

It didn't take long; it was really only about twenty minutes of strolling in the moonlight but in that time, I totally felt connected with him. We had so much in common and it was like talking to someone I had known forever. Not to mention the sexual tension building inside me was crazy. By the time we had completely polished off the marshmallows, it was dark and we were snuggled under the blanked that had been thrown at us. I made a mental note to thank Colin for that. 

"I've really enjoyed getting to know you, Mary, and sitting here with you, under the stars, with the ocean, in this little cove, its all like a picture perfect movie." I felt his hand rest on my thigh and instantly got butterflies in my stomach. "You're beautiful, not like any woman I have met before."

"David, is that southern charm I feel on my leg?"

In the moonlight, I could see he was blushing. 

"No, this is southern charm." He leaned forward and started kissing my neck. He whispered "I want you, Mary, from the moment I saw you I knew I wanted more."

That took me totally by surprise and I had to admit I was definitely feeling it. 

"I'm not going to stop you David, I feel the same way." 

He trailed kisses down my neck and to my chest. I could feel his long fingers slipping around my back and untying my bikini top. I leaned back into the sand and felt the cool grains against my skin. My nipples puckered at the breeze and even more so with the flicking of his tongue against my skin. "Man, you taste salty" he said. 

I laughed. "Well I did get out of the water a little while ago"

"I want to make you wet." He said.

"Hmmm, I thought southern men had manners." I said teasingly

"Okay, please let me make you wet."

I opened my legs as an invitation and could immediately feel his hand moving upwards. He was strong and I liked the forcefulness of his touch. His fingers found their way to my shorts and he unbuttoned them, and then unzipped them. When he spread my lips open I gasped in anticipation. 

"What, Mary? What do you want?" he asked.

"You know what I want David, don't make me beg for it. I told you I won't stop you." 

His fingers found my clit; it was throbbing and as he circled around and around. I found myself getting lost in pleasure. He was perfect, just the right pressure and just the right motion. Slow sweet circles then faster and faster. God, he was good and I was enjoying every minute of this. I didn't want to come right away but if he kept this up I was going to lose it. As he was rubbing my clit he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"I can see it in your face, you want to come as much as I want to watch you, to feel you and then fuck you." 

That was it, I was gone. I could feel myself climaxing, the strain of the pressure building in my clit was so intense and when he slid a finger inside my pussy I clenched around it and came hard. 

"Yeah, that's it, that's my girl, come for me." He whispered. "Oh yea, I love watching your face."

"Mmm, David that was incredible." I said. "I want to feel you inside me." 

As he sat up to slide between my legs, I shut them quickly. He looked confused. 

"No David, not like that. Like this." As I said that I slid out from underneath him and managed to shove him into the sand. My fingers moved effortlessly as I slid his rock hard cock out of his pants. I stepped out of my board shorts and kept the blanket over us so if anyone did walk by they wouldn't see. I easily moved on top of him and straddled him. I rocked my hips against him, my wet pussy getting his cock harder and slippery enough that I knew I could take him inside me in one smooth movement. 

I could see the desire in his face as the shine from the moon lit him up. God he was hot! I positioned myself over him and held his cock in my hand. 

"Is this what you want, David?" I said. 

"Yes, Mary, please, I want to be inside you."

I rubbed his cock head against my clit and it felt so good, I had to close my eyes and just enjoy it for a moment. He was too quick for me and I guess I had teased him too much. 

"Enough," he said. At the same moment I felt him enter me. His thick hard shaft filling my insides, oh my God he felt so fucking big. When did the tables turn here? How am I not in control again? I just let it go, I was so enjoying this. 

I pushed up onto my feet and slid up and down on his cock, taking him out all the way to the tip of the head and then sliding down just to the ridge. When I knew he couldn't take the teasing anymore, I let him all the way in and in this position he was super deep. I leaned down close to him and rocked against him, his cock getting harder and harder. I reached around to fondle his balls and they were so tight up against his body I knew he was going to come soon. He wouldn't stop looking at me, it was so intense. 

"Come here, Mary, let me kiss you." He said. 

He tongue delved deep into my mouth, roaming, exploring tasting and all the while, he was caressing my tits, pinching at my nipples. He was going to make me come again and I loved every minute of this. I could feel him thrusting into me and I knew he was close. 

"Come for me, David, I want to feel you explode in me."

"Oh yea, Mary, yes that feels so good, don't stop fucking me." Feverishly I bounced on him, my tits in his face as he was ready to come. I could feel him tightening up, as ready to burst as was I. 

"David, you're going to make me come again, come with me."

I felt the pulsing of his cock at the same time as his eyes rolled back into his head, his moaning was fucking hot and I exploded at the same moment that I felt his hot juice pour into me. He grabbed me hard and pulled me down on top of him, holding me close. 

"Oh yes, Mary, that was amazing."

"Yes, you were, David, thank you for that." 

"No, thank you. I want to see more of you." I was surprised by that admission. I figured this would be just a quick fuck to him and I told him that. 

"Don't cheapen this, I really do like you and I should probably tell you that I just bought a house out here."

As we were dressing I was thinking to myself, Holy shit! He was moving here? Unbelievable!

"I would like that David, who knows; perhaps this can be the start of something." 

"You never know, Mary, you never know!"

As we made our way back to what was left of the bonfire, he held my hand and just kept smiling at me. We were greeted by a round of applause. I almost died of embarrassment (and satisfaction).



Bonfire - At the Shack



She was so drunk. She thought the girls that brought her along were her friends, but they weren't. If they were, they'd have never let me drag her away from the fire. 

I was a gatecrasher. I hadn't expected to be at any party, I didn't really know too many people in this city apart from my house-mates. I work at a local drive-through liquor store. Late one night a bunch of immature, loud-mouthed lads came through and told us about a beach party they were going to. I was on the 'early' shift, I finished at 11pm just as they came in to stock their trunk. The whole world was their friend just then, especially the guys that sold alcohol, so we were all invited. I had no plans for the night and I was the only one to say 'okay'. They waited for me to grab my keys to follow them out, their new best friend. Someone had a big shack by the beach, I'm not even sure they knew whose it was.

It was a fair way away, about 20 minutes, enough for me to consider turning back more than once. The roads were quiet, so there was no chance to lose them even though they were belting along over the limit. When we got there we tracked a long way along the beach and then I was introduced to whomever heard them shout "Hey, meet the beer-guy, we brought him with us!" to which there was a ripple of applause. That marked the full journey of my friendship with those guys, after that they left me to my own devices.

I was a few years older than most of the people I could see. Most of the guys running around were at a stage in life where they needed to prove to their mates how much of an idiot they were. I also had the advantage of coming sober to a drunken environment. Mind you, they were having a great time being fools. It was a genuinely good, friendly party.

People were outside on the beach, the shack in the background was dark. Good thinking if you want less damage. There was one main fire that looked like it was set up before the party, it was huge and well stocked with logs to throw on and logs to sit on. 4 other smaller fires had also been lit along the beach, perhaps by people broken off from this party or perhaps by other groups that just happened to be nearby. Either way, people drifted between each, drawn to the ones which had the most screaming or laughing or chanting at the time. It was perfectly warm and windless, which meant an interesting mix of bikini-top girls and shirtless guys. The boy-girl ratio was a pretty much half-half which meant lots of showing off, and lots of pairing off. I'd have said most people were late teens, maybe twenty, but it wasn't a school party. The guys I had brief chats with worked somewhere around town, or on the land. Some claimed to have recognized me from the booze shop, but I couldn't say that I remembered the face of any of them.

My radar was definitely on for a score. It had been a while since I'd had sex with a nameless drunken girl, and there were plenty of targets around. The main thing was to pick the right one. The girls were grouping together, but just occasionally a guy would come in and give his girlfriend a kiss and a hug before running off into the darkness to be an idiot with his mates again. I needed to be careful not to hit on a girl with a boyfriend, I would be in trouble from all directions.

The party was still strong as it sailed past midnight and beers and mixers had become one big communal pool of stock, with people drinking whatever was handed to them. At around about 1:30am I'd picked my target. She was stunning of course...an innocent-looking thing that I'd been told was 19 years old. She looked fresh and she looked drunk, if it's possible to be both. She wore small denim shorts and a loose t-shirt so I couldn't see exactly what her package was, but I guessed it would be delightful. She had light brown hair with a few blond streaks. She was not too tall, slim, well-shaped. Even though she was drunk and swaying her being was entirely womanly, she had delightfully curved hips and an erection-enticing gap between her thighs. The way her t-shirt fell loose around her stomach, she was probably trim. Her stature, her smooth tanned legs in the firelight...she would do.

Every time a boy came up to kiss or fondle one of her friends she ignored them, staring into the fire. I didn't see her searching into the darkness for her man, so she either didn't have one (which would be hard to believe) or he wasn't here. Her friends were really drunk, they were in no state to be concerned with her or look after her. She herself was swaying dangerously, bottle in hand, her eyelids heavy. I looked around the circle of people in the firelight, no one was particularly noticing her anymore. Amongst all these people she was alone, pretty and unattended.

I slipped into the darkness and around to her side of the fire. From behind I gave the slightest push in her back so she fell toward the fire. Racing forward, I reached around her waist and pulled her back. No one else paid much attention, but she herself was woken by the shock of suddenly having flames leap at her then pull away.

"Just caught you," I said in her ear, "that was lucky."

She turned to look at who held her so tightly from behind. Her head spun on my shoulder. Her beautiful face with its petite lines and cute nose was blank, she did not recognize me.

"I think you fell asleep, you were about to fall forward into that," I pointed at the fire. She was still trying to make sense of it all. "It might be better if I keep hold of you for a minute."

She let me, still wordless, her hand on my arms as they wrapped around her. I swayed us gently back and forth, kinda like you would in a slow dance and she seemed relaxed enough to stay like this with me. I held my face in her hair for a time, then moved down and nuzzled at the back of her neck. She didn't stop me, but wasn't responsive either. We stayed like this for a while, people around us busy with their own personal challenges. In time one of my hands slipped under her t-shirt, slowly sliding up to the base of her bra. I pushed the other hand an inch into the gap between her stomach and her shorts. 

She didn't stop me so I kept going. I pressed under the band of her panties, down to the point where I could feel the top of her pubic hair. I stopped and took stock. No one was paying us particular attention and she stared absent-minded, sleepily into the fire. 

I was utterly excited, I was itching to keep going. I was dying to see how far into her pants I could get without being stopped. I pushed my fingers down in through her hair until I could feel the top of her slit. I ran my middle finger down into it. Her head went back slightly and I could feel her shift her feet to open her legs. She was responding, her weight back on me, her hands squeezing my arm, her breathing deeper, she dropped her bottle to the sand. I grabbed her bra-covered breast and squeezed. It was not too big, but full and hard. Her shorts were really tight, it was a struggle to get my hand and my finger down to her entrance. With her shorts stretched to straining point, I dipped the tip of my finger into her hole, looking for the wetness I needed to start working her over.

Suddenly she wrenched herself away from me.

I thought I had pushed too far, that she had woken from her dream with a stranger's hands in her pants and wanted to make a run for it. Instead she turned to the darkness and leaned over. Her chest and neck spasmed and up it came, liquid vomit, chunk-less beer and summer-wine spew. Luckily I was there to hold her up and hold her hair from falling into the stream from her mouth. There wasn't a lot of it, but it made for a mess. Some hapless guy's towel was left abandoned by my foot, so I flicked it up with my toes and used it to wipe her mouth. We managed to keep the gunk out of her hair and off her clothes. 

Flushed and tired she turned into me afterward and held me, resting her head on my chest. She was clean enough, but her mouth stank. I yelled at a nearby girl to pass me a drink, and I was passed a half-bottle of white wine. I pulled my girl back from me and wrapped her hand around it.

"Rinse your mouth with this," I told her, "Rinse. Go on."

Eventually she opened her eyes, looked at me as if to say 'who are you?', and then drank it down.

"Don't drink, rinse!" I yelled.

She didn't pay attention, she just kept drinking. Oh well. She may throw up again, but at least she'll stay rotten drunk. 

It was time to close the deal. She was as compliant as she was going to be. I led her away from the fire toward the shack, expecting there must be some quiet place to unwrap her undisturbed. 

"Where are we going?" she said, tired. She had no comprehension of where she was being led, why she was being led. 

"Just over this way for a bit of a look."

She was struggling to stand without my help. 

"But everyone's back over there," she said, trying to point the other way.

"That's okay," I said, "you and me have got something interesting to see in here."

I opened the front door to the shack.

"Really, what?"

I smiled at her and guided her into the dark living room. "You."

If she understood what I meant, she didn't show it. We stumbled through the room, around the sofa and table, through the gap in front of the big black TV. 

"It's so dark," she complained.

"Its okay, just in here," I told her, arm around her waist supporting and guiding her. If she was any less drunk she would have known what it meant to be pulled through a door to a darkened room with a bed in it.

"Where are we? What's in here?" she asked slurring. I shut the door. I stood behind her as she leaned back onto my shoulder, struggling to keep her eyes open. Going straight for the gravy, I reached around and undid the button on her shorts, slowly sliding down the zip. She didn't stop me, didn't even seem to realize it was happening. I put my hands down into her pants, sliding both her shorts and her panties slowly down over her skin. I wanted to move quickly before she woke from her trance, but not so quickly that I broke the trance. 

She felt herself losing her bottoms and went to grab at them, but it was a feeble attempt. She was struggling to keep balance as I slid her pants over her knees. I got down on my own knees, my head at her bare ass as I picked each ankle up to lift her clothes away from her legs and toss them safely under the bed. Her pants were completely off just like that, what a score this would be. It was too dark, though. I couldn't really see what she looked like. I suspected she would be a sensational nude, but it was just too black.

Not wanting to turn on the main light I shuffled her over to the window and opened the blind. Clouds shifted and bright moonlight came in from outside. Wow, her naked ass was as tight I thought it would be. I let her fall down onto the bed face-first, bare from the waist down. Wow, wow, wow, what a score, this girl was poster material. I peeled my own clothes off in a hurry, all of them, and stood by the bed naked and stiff. I watched her drift toward sleep. I looked down at her backside and the darkness between her open legs. I stroked myself at the thought that she was in no condition to stop me. Rather than jump on and stick it to her, I wanted her completely naked first. I wanted her awake, to consciously feel the cock push her open, I wanted to feel her reaction when she realized there was an erection moving up her cunt.

"Hey, c'mon, you gotta get back up." 

I pulled her by the hips, and then the shoulders back up off the bed to an unsteady standing position. She was moaning to let her back down. I pulled the smoothness of her naked rear to me, squashing her against my hard-on. The feel of a hard cock running up her bare back flicked a switch in her natural instincts, her defensive ones. She gasped and turned to look at me, for the first time seeming to comprehend there was a naked man with her, and that her vagina was undressed.

"Huh? What, what you...," she didn't really know what to say. I spun her toward me and kissed her. Dazed she let me; though what she was doing could hardly be called kissing back. Her mouth stunk of white wine mixed with vomit, but the feel of her body was exponentially compensatory. I lifted her arms to put them over my shoulder and took her bare ass with my hands. I pushed her stomach in against my erection; the warmth of her skin on my stiffness was exquisite.

She broke from my mouth and laid her head on my shoulder. She slowly shook it.

"No. No," then after a pause, "No."

"No what?" I asked quietly, massaging her naked rear.

"I don't know you..."

"So?"

"I've got...boyfriend," she told me, then threw her head back to try to look at my face, struggling to focus. "I've got a boyfriend, and he is... I love... I can't do...with other..."

She didn't finish, couldn't bring the words out.

"Can't do this?" I asked, demonstrating as I kissed her neck and her ears.

"Hmmm..." she agreed with eyes closed, "can't...do...this."

I reached up under her t-shirt and undid her bra at the back. She tried to squirm to stop me but could not get her limbs to perform the most simple of motor actions.

"I...told you...have...boyfriend. I can't," she mumbled, eyes looking to the door for someone to come and get her out of this. "I really can't..."

"No one is coming to help you, baby. Better to just relax and enjoy yourself, don't you think? It's just a little bit of sex, yeah?"

I pulled at her t-shirt, bringing it and the bra up together. She subconsciously lifted her own arms up for me to help get it off, the same time as mumbling "Stop. No. Can't. Stop. Don't. Leave me sleep, please."

Wow. This girl had water-balloons for breasts, mid-sized and rock hard. I could hardly squash them. What a score! I held her up with my grip on them. They felt so good in my hand, tight and hard only like a young woman's tits can be. The look on her face said she didn't want this, to be naked, to have her breasts mauled. I stood there for an age, squeezing and squashing my drunken, nude play-mate. I held a hand in the middle of her back and leaned down to suck on her nipple.

"Oh God. Stuart...gonna hate me..."

"Baby, it's just a little kiss." I sucked hard enough to give her a hickey, something for Stuart to see later, whoever he was. My erection was well and truly pushing amongst the hairs on her mound.

"Please, don't, no, not that..." she begged, trying to back her hips away from my prodding hard-on.

"Don't worry; we're just having some fun at a party."

I turned her body around, still standing. Both of us were naked and it would be better to get up her quickly. Once she had a penis up her perhaps she'd stop whining so much. I kicked her legs open at the ankles and bent her forward to lean against the wall. She didn't resist, perhaps couldn't resist. I pulled my cock down between her thighs.

"No. No, please don't. Not...there...don't have sex with me," she was almost whispering, pleading.

"Don't worry. I'm just going to do it little tiny bit, yeah? Just in and out, just once okay. I'll go up there once, see what it feels like, then come out. Okay?"

"No, please, don't..."

"Just once. In and out."

"Just once?"

"Just once."

"And then you'll take it out?" She was half-sobbing now. I didn't answer.

"You'll take it straight out after, won't you?" she asked again. I continued to ignore her.

I stepped inside her ankles and lined her up, holding my cock and rubbing it up and down her flaps, her slit. She wasn't very wet; it wasn't going to be easy to get in. I went down on my knees behind her, she stayed leaning against the wall to stop from crashing to the floor. I stuck my tongue up her hole, into her vagina. Her head threw back but otherwise she stayed in position. I fucked her with my tongue and licked her a dozen times before standing back up. Her face was in shock, as if no one had ever stuck a tongue in her genitals before. This time as I rubbed my cock-head along her slit it skated smoothly. 

"You ready?" I asked. She didn't speak.

I dipped head-length into her hole. It was wonderful. I had the tip of my cock inside the vagina of a stunningly beautiful nameless girl that I'd never met. She started sobbing.

"Don't. Please. That's enough. Don't. No more. Please. I've...only Stuart...not on pill...I...aaaaahhhhhh!" her pleading was cut short by me pushing further up her vag. It wasn't a quick deep thrust, rather a bump-by-bump slow push upward. She was opening up bit by bit. And crying, really crying. She wept like a baby, regressed to childhood. Once I was in her full depth, I grabbed her by the tits and pulled her back off the wall. I held her up against my body, increasing the contact between us and forcing the angle in her genitals to a humping rather than stroking. I grabbed the front of her neck, pulling her head back to me. With my other hand I held on to her pussy mound and humped at her rear, dick sliding along her insides. Oh, she felt good, her back against my chest, breasts jiggling free, the tight grip her cunt gave to my cock.

"Ah, there you go. That feels better," I said at the side of her face as I held it to mine. "Jesus, you are a sweet fuck...your cunt feels great, baby."

She was sobbing. "You said just once, in and out," she managed to blubber.

"This is just once. One proper fuck, yeah?"

"You...said...you'd take...it...out." She was struggling to talk as her insides contorted.

"Oh, c'mon, you can't say this doesn't feel good, can you? Your cunt is sopping wet. Surely you don't want to stop this now?" As I said 'this' I gave her a deep one, and she gasped air.

I spun us around and had her hands go down on the bed. She was bent 90-degrees and I gave her a right slamming from behind. I could feel her breasts thumping up and down as they hung from her. She looked so fine undressed. I ran my hands along her perfect skin from the back of her neck to the side of her thighs, touching all of her naked body that I could. From here I was able to get deep into her, I could feel the top of her insides. She may not remember all this when she woke in the morning, but she'd certainly know something had been up her.

I was getting hot and sweaty. I stopped myself and pulled out. I flipped her around and onto her back on the bed. I pushed her legs open and quickly glided myself easily straight back up the full length of her pussy. Our pubic hairs mashed into each other and her legs came up round behind me. She tried not to look at me, but her mouth was open in that way girls do when something big is buried between their legs. I smashed at her, slapping my pelvis against hers. It was a right proper fucking she got. She held her arms over her breasts trying to hide them from me, but instinctively her body arched its back and pushed its legs wide, helping the mating process. The dichotomy was electric, her top half wanted to be rid of me, her bottom half was squeezing me, milking me for semen. It was all I could do not to let go of my load and give her just that, her cunt was as fine as any I'd fucked. 

I flipped over to my back so that I lay on the bed, stiff up her as she was spread-legged on top of me. I was puffing, catching my breath. The air stank of sex. She started sobbing again.

"What exactly is the problem?" I asked, "You weren't a virgin were you?"

She shook her head.

"Then what's the problem?"

"My boyfriend...the only guy..."

"So?"

"So...I've never...," she stopped talking and fell to me bawling her eyes out again. Oddly, her sobbing made her hips pump up and down on my cock slightly, like mini-fucking.

"What exactly's wrong? This feels good doesn't it, you enjoy fucking don't you?"

She bawled and sobbed and didn't answer for the longest time. I didn't particularly mind, it felt good to have her naked weight on top of me, all the time piercing the depths of her cunt.




Bonfire - At the Shack



Finally she spoke, mid-sob. "I'm...I'm...I can't believe I...." On she went, crying again. It was a strange experience. Tears were pouring over my shoulder and running down to the bed. She was clearly upset about having full-on sex with a total stranger, and yet she made no attempt to actually pull her body away from me. My hard-on was still stuck full length up her, for God's sake.

"What are you crying about? What could be so bad?" I lifted her by her shoulders to show me her face. Her hair and her breasts fell from her body as I held her up to look at her. 

She looked down at her own naked body, at the place where we were joined. Then she broke into a fresh round of howling. I let her fall back to me, breasts squashed against my chest again. Literally with nothing to do, I started to hump her from below. May as well get as much fucking in as I could, she had a fine body. I held the sides of her hips and sawed my cock in and out of her as she cried. She didn't stop me.

After a while I got tired and her sobbing calmed down. Again I lifted her by the shoulders, enough so that I could see her face. 

"What's with you?"

She didn't reply, but at least she didn't break into tears again.

"What, you don't do this very often?" I asked. She shook her head. "You don't usually end up in the sack with guys at parties?"

Again she shook her head, even more than before. And again she brought one arm up to cover her breasts, just like when I was slam-fucking her. 

"Have you even been naked with a guy before?" 

She shook her head. "Not...completely," she whispered.

"You feel embarrassed being naked with boys?" 

She gave a slight nod.

"You're not a virgin, though?" 

"Of course not," she said, surprisingly forcefully.

"But only with your boyfriend?" 

This time she gave a small nod.

"And he's the only one...ever?"

"Of course," she replied quietly.

"But you don't take your clothes off when you fuck?" 

She shook her head. 

"Why?" I asked, curious. She didn't answer.

"How many times exactly has he fucked you?"

She didn't answer straight away, but eventually mumbled "Not many".

"Have you never cheated on him?"

"No."

"Not even a kiss or a held hand with another guy?"

"Of course not," she said quietly but indignantly.

I thought about this while enjoying the feeling of her naked body sitting on me, her tight walls wrapped around my cock pierced deep in her. She was a gorgeous young thing, a glorious score.

"How long you've been with him?"

She almost whispered, "Almost two years. Our anniversary is next Thursday..." Now she was starting to sob once again.

"So, that's why you are upset?" 

She nodded as the tears came back. 

"Tell me, this guy, does he use a condom when he fucks you?" I asked.

The girl nodded, "Yeah."

"Every time?"

"Uh-huh." 

"Well...if that's the case...then this next bit is going to be quite new, I expect."

She looked down at me as if to say 'what'? Her face in the moonlight was so pretty, so innocent to not know what was about to happen to her nude body.

I held her by the hips and pushed up into her. 

"Tell me what this feels like."

"What?" she actually said it this time.

She didn't know what I was talking about until it was in her. She didn't even recognize the spasm as it shot up my shaft. Only when the spurt of warmth hit her insides did she get an inkling of what was happening to her. By then it was too late. She didn't try to scramble off, she didn't move at all. Stunned, she stayed in the same spot, knees on the bed either side of me. Her eyes grew wide and confused at the feeling of the warmth spreading inside as her cunt filled with semen. 

"Ah," I groaned as the last squirt dribbled into her insides. "Now...that's what your cunt is meant to be used for."

Her face was in shock. Mine was grinning.

"You took that pretty well," I told her. "I thought you might try and stop yourself getting pregnant."

She looked at me in horror. "That was...you just...came...in me."

"Yes," I grinned, "and you're a real trooper...sitting there and taking it like a woman."

She went white. "Oh, Jesus. This can't be real..."

"C'mon," I teased, knowing the affect saying this would probably have on her, "All women get pregnant eventually."

Again her body fell to mine and the bawling restarted. She was sweating, too. It was weird that she brought herself closer to me the more upset she was. She commiserated her unfortunate situation by squashing her naked breasts hard into my chest, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and by leaving the offending penis to rest inside her pussy. In fact I was quite in the mood to continue, I had hardly gone soft at all. I kept a slow humping on from beneath, my own sperm giving good lubrication. Her pussy felt really good still. Not too small, but tight around me. Most of all it was silky smooth inside. I wondered if she was aware of how good her cunt was compared to others? Probably not. 

I decided to try and stop the crying. I lifted her by the shoulders, this time pushing her up straight. I brought my own body up to a sitting position. I shuffled us across the bed until my ass was on the edge of it, feet on the floor. She was sat on me, straddling me with my cock deep in her pussy surrounded by semen, some of it leaking out between us. In this position I could push her back from me, kiss her neck, her face, her gorgeous breasts. It was easier to grab her ass and push deep into her and again I was as hard as I could be. This was a beautiful woman in her rawest state, being pushed to do what I wanted to do.

I kissed all of her top half. As I put my lips onto her eyes, for the first time I felt a smidgen of passion escape from her. I kept doing it, pushing the buttons that I could find. By the time I had my tongue in her ear she was ever so slightly humping her hips back into me. When I kissed her lips she kissed back, when my tongue went into her mouth her tongue played back. Suddenly I found myself fucking a girl who was fucking me back. We broke the kiss. She put one hand around my neck and leaned her sumptuous body backward, voluntarily increasing the speed and force of her humping at my pelvis. Her eyes rolled around her head, giving away that she was still drunk out of her mind...but who was I to complain?

She didn't notice the door open behind to the left of her, but I did. Some guy that I'd not seen before swung it open and stuck his head in. He looked like he was looking for something, and that he'd found it. He opened the door wide but just stood there silently, with a look of "gee, it's true what they told me out there". He stepped a little closer and around the front of her, as if to be absolutely sure of who this girl was in the moonlight. Given she was unaware of company she just kept energetically humping me with her naked body. The hand around my neck supporting her was on the other side to where the guy was standing, so he had an uninterrupted view of her naked front as she leaned back and pumped her nude pelvis at me. I saw him glance at my face just briefly, almost as if to think who is this lucky bastard she's fucking? I thought this guy knows her, but from the look on his face I don't think he had ever seen her naked before. Or fucking.

Eventually she looked to my eyes and wondered what I was looking at. Turning, she stopped her humping immediately. She brought her body in and pushed it hard against me to hide her teenage tits that had been bouncing openly just seconds ago. I held her ass and pulled it close to me, feeling my cock still deep up her cunt. She squinted as if trying to look better at the guy who was watching us.

"Shit. Doug," was all she could say.

"Who's Doug?" I asked with Doug standing right there. Doug looked at us both, then slowly walked back to the door. He turned and took one last look at this girl wrapping her naked body around me like a limpet. He shut the door as he left. I felt the crying coming back.

"Who's Doug?" I repeated.

She didn't say anything, just moved her body back from me a ways. She looked down at our nakedness. She took her hand and pushed back on her own mound to better see the point of entry taken by my stiff cock.

"You don't have a condom," she said quietly.

"No," I answered.

"You came in there?"

"Yeah, lots. You don't remember?"

"Shit," was all she could say. I wanted to know who Doug was, but I didn't want her to back off from the sexual progress we had made, not yet. I wanted to squeeze at least one more cum out of my time with this girl's body. I kept kissing her neck and her ears. Still drunk, she couldn't fight her body, she began fucking again.

She closed her eyes and worked her hips at me, as if trying to forget all her troubles which were mounting quickly. 

"So let me get this straight," I started, wanting to have some fun. "You are completely naked with a man whose name you don't know."

There was no reaction, just eyes closed and continued humping.

"You've got a boyfriend who trusts you, but here you are fucking someone else."

I'm sure she could hear me, but she kept ignoring me. She just kept silently fucking my cock.

"You aren't on the pill," I continued, "yet your pussy is full of sperm, so you'll be pregnant on your anniversary with your boyfriend next Thursday?"

She stopped her hips now and came in to hold me, leaning her head on my shoulder. She seemed tired.

"And it seems some guy you know just caught us. He took a long, long look at your body. I'm guessing he's not seen you naked before?"

She sighed and shook her head on my shoulder. 

"Oh God," came the muffled words from under the hair on her face.

"Well...no point in wasting anything," I said, squeezing her ass. "We may as well have as much sex as we can considering you're a one-night stand."

She didn't react. I held her by the ass and picked us up off the bed, turning around and dumping us both back down. This time she lay under me, legs spread, still full of cock. I slid in and out of her, slowly at first but then building to pace. Her insides were smooth and comfortable, gripping me as I fucked. My pelvis slamming to hers made her whole body shake. She lay her arms up above her this time, her tight breasts snapping up and down uncovered. I lay down closer and kissed her mouth. Her tongue naturally came into mine and her hands went around to my ass, encouraging me to spear her. It was standard missionary fucking at it purest and best. She was taking it hard up her and she was increasingly interested in the erotic feeling building in her insides. Both of us heard the bedroom door open and close twice, but each time we ignored it. I was too busy in the glory of nailing such beauty and she was too wrapped up in the release she was building to. I must admit, it is the first time I'd been able to get a woman to do this. You could see it coming, it took minutes to build. She knew it was coming, too. Her eyes were wide open, her hips were pumping back at me from below and her nails drawing blood from my ass. Her breaths came in ever-increasing gasps and she began to actually smile in anticipation of what was about to happen to her.

"Oh shit," she said eyes wide, "I think I'm going to...."

When it came, she let it ride all over her. Alcohol exists to reduce inhibition, and this girl didn't hold back her glee. She threw her head back with a guttural scream, her whole body awash with convulsions. I was starting to lose it, it was all I could do to ride the storm. She grabbed me and held me tight, biting down and through the skin on my shoulder. It hurt like hell, but I wasn't going to stop her from celebrating her orgasm. It just kept going. I kept fucking her hole, as hard as my tired body could and she kept biting and screaming and convulsing. She was swearing like a pirate.

The she gave one long soundless gasp, like a death knell, and slowly released her grip on me, easing her weight back to the bed. Even her cunt muscles relaxed themselves. I stayed inside her hovering on the edge of my own release.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

"Baby," I gently got her attention, "baby, look at me. Are you ready? I'm going to cum in you again."

She looked at me.

"You ready for it?" I asked again. 

She nodded.

"Here it comes," I said quietly, "You're going to be pregnant for sure now. You're okay with that, yeah?" 

She nodded. 

I pushed hard up against her mound and looked at her face. She closed her eyes and gasped when she felt the penis twitch inside her, then looked at me amazed when she felt the semen spray. There wasn't as much as the first time, but she was taking more notice of it this time. Her face seemed to change as warmth spread inside her. She went from sexual to sensual. She lifted her hands to hold my head, pulling me to her. She kissed me on the lips, long and slow as if kissing the father of her baby rather than the guy fucking her. I guess it's not strange for a girl to consider insemination a special moment, especially the first time.

I broke the kiss and lay down next to her on the bed, my softening cock finally slipping from her saturated vagina. With no tissues she leaked openly over her own thighs and onto the bed. She didn't care, she was still half-drunk and now awfully sleepy as well. We turned toward each other and kissed again. I took her hand and made her hold my wet half-hard penis, getting her to pull on it and wipe some of the slop away. She rubbed her hand on the bed cover, then collapsed back into me. 

"My god," she said, "I've never...."

"Never what?"

"Never had that happen."

"What? Never had an orgasm? Or never had a man cum inside you?"

"Both."

"You like?"

She lifted her head and picked herself up closer to me. She leant down and kissed me in the way a girl kisses her boyfriend, with care and with tenderness. She was still drunk, but something inside her had naively decided that the gravity of the night's experience meant we were together now. We didn't even know each other's name.

It was warm enough to stay above the covers so I lay my head next to her, our bodies intertwined and soon we found ourselves asleep.



In the daylight I opened my eyes. I was conscious of people trooping in and out of the room we were in. I could hear people talking, both nearby and in the distance, outside the room.

"Unbelievable," one voice said, a male.

"Fucking gorgeous isn't she?" whispered another. "Never thought I'd see her like this."

"Have a look at all the crusty bits on her leg, that's come straight out her pussy. Jesus, can you imagine the fuss if she's got one in her now."

"One what? Baby? Stuart will kill someone."

"He will anyway."

"Oi, you two, what the hell are you doing? Get the fuck out, what you think you're looking at!" This was a female voice, yelling a whisper.

"Sorry, baby, just comparing how good you look."

"You're full of shit, get the fuck out."

Whoever that girl was pushed out whoever those boys were, then shut the door. I wasn't sure for a while whether she shut herself in here with us, or went out with them. In front of me, closer to the wall, was my fuck from last night, still passed out naked on top of the covers. Her legs were spread and you could see the left-overs from our sex trailing from her core.

I ever so quietly turned my head pretending to be asleep still, then looked through a crack in my lids at the room. That girl was still there, frozen, staring at me wondering if I'd woken. After a while she relaxed, thinking I was still asleep. Without warning she turned and pulled her nightie over her ass, up her back and over her head. She had small white cotton panties on under and nothing else. Her back was turned, but I did get a good view of the side of her breasts as she leaned down to grab a bra. Unfortunately she put that quickly on, but it was enough to give me a hard-on, unexpected exhibitionism will do that to you. She pulled on what looked like a kind of mid-thigh tennis dress type thing, then put her nightie into a bag. Within seconds she was back out the door, closing it behind her. I sat up a bit. Wow. I looked down at my stiff dick, then over to the stunning naked girl lying next to me. I thought of her womb, full of my sperm. Hopefully they hadn't found what they were looking for.

I shuffled on over to my fuck, still sound asleep on her back on the bed. I rolled her onto her side facing away from me. She didn't stir. She had a wonderful shape to her, thin waist, square shoulders, flawless tanned skin except for the small white bikini line across her back and the white triangle on her small rounded ass. I spooned in behind her and poked my hard-on at her flaps. She was bone dry; there was no getting in there like that. I had a quick glance around the room; it didn't appear to be hiding any sex gel. I thought about sucking her, but she was sticky with my cum from last night. In the end I put some spit on my hand and used it to finger her enough until she was a little wet. Next try was successful. I got my head into her hole without too much resistance, then with a bit of hard work I pushed up her length. 

She didn't start waking until I'd been humping away at her for half a minute. I was up watching her face, her eyes started to blink open in the light. I lay down behind her, both of us on our side, and kept fucking her. 

"Stuart?" was the first thing she said, "where are we?"

I smiled and didn't answer. She was seemingly trying to make sense of it all, remember where she was and how she got here, not daring to look at who was doing her for fear it was not her boyfriend. After a while she couldn't resist, she turned her head around quickly to check who it was that was fucking her, then turned back. 

For a while she did nothing but lay there, so I kept at her. She wasn't super-wet, but enough so I could fuck her relatively smoothly. After a while I could hear something, like she was trying to say something. I crawled the upper half of my body in close, lifting up a bit to look at her face again. I brought my left hand around to squeeze on her breast hanging there.

She wasn't talking, she was sobbing. Quietly gasping air and crying. Uh-oh, what did that mean? Was I to assume that she didn't remember the tender kisses she gave me before we slept last night? Or was she crying because she did remember those tender kisses?

It actually got worse the longer I fucked her, sniffling and sobbing. She didn't stop me doing her though. I don't know why, but she wasn't trying to run away.

I rolled over on top of her, pushing her crying face down onto the bed, continuing to stick it to her nude body from behind. I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck as I pushed into her. She stunk of alcohol. 

"Mmm mum murt," she mumbled.

"Huh? What's that?" I asked into her ear.

"Please...get off," she sobbed into the quilt. Maybe I was squashing her?

I picked myself up to my knees, bringing her bottom half with me, sticking her ass up into the air. Keeping her face hidden from the reality of this seemingly terrible nightmare, her head stayed down on the bed. That meant I could poke in at her depths. For a relatively inexperienced girl she could take a deep cock without too many dramas. It wouldn't take too many sessions for this girl to develop a loose vagina.

"You remember me?" I asked as I humped her.

There was no answer.

"You remember what we did?"

The door swung open again before she had the chance to answer. Ironically it was the same guy as last evening. At least I thought it was, moonlight and sunlight make people look an entirely different color. There were two other guys with him. The girl under me was facing them but with her head scrunched mostly into the mattress she hadn't seen them. I didn't stop.




Bonfire - At the Shack



"You two are like rabbits," that guy said. "Do you ever stop?"

She heard them and opened her eyes. She knew them. She also knew she was fully exposed, completely naked, legs splayed, cunt being ground into. And the guy on top of her (me!) wasn't stopping. I was pulling my cock in and out of her, showing these boys her most private part being stretched and entered. And they all just stood there, watching. Oh, her head hurt. She couldn't lift herself, couldn't even get her arms down to hide her naked breasts bouncing away. She just closed her eyes. She thought about how different life was 24 hours ago. Yesterday. How did those words go?

After what seemed like an age, the girl in the tennis dress came back into the room to see what these guys were staring at again.

"Oh no. Do you have to?"

I wasn't sure if she was talking about me fucking this girl or them watching. Probably both. I wasn't going to stop and they weren't going away. Even Tennis Dress girl couldn't help but stop and stare in awe. It all got a bit much for me.

"Oh-Oh. Can't keep...you're gonna get it, again. You ready?" I yelled.

She said nothing.

"You ready for it?" I asked with more urgency.

She mumbled something this time, but none of us could understand.

4 jaws dropped as they stood and watched my ass push right down into my fuck's pelvis and I groaned in release. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Their friend, the one with the boyfriend, the one who never shows her body to anyone...right in front of their eyes she got sperm dumped deep between her legs from a stranger.

"Holy shit, he just did it in her."

"Jesus, girl," Tennis Skirt said, stepping closer to the bed. "What are you doing? You let him cum in you? Are you mad? Do you want to get pregnant?"

I twitched a few times before the last of it dribbled into her. They all stared in disbelief as I held her hips tight, then slowly pulled my erection from her pussy, dragging a stream of slop with it. I dropped to the bed the other side of her, slightly conscious of hiding my nakedness...behind hers. She was too hung-over to consider covering up, she lay face down ass up with her legs spread, flaps open leaking sperm for all those boys to see. She held her temples with her palms. Her head still hurt and her mouth was gummed up.

She managed to get one sentence out.

"Leave me alone."

Tennis dress saw her messed up face but thankfully took it as a function of the hangover. One of the boys had his phone out videoing her body, zooming in on her naked cunt and the sperm trail leaking from it. Tennis dress leaped up at them, yelling. She couldn't get the phone off him to delete the video, but she did manage to corral them out the door shutting the 3 of us in. She came back over to the bed, but not to any welcome from my fuck.

"Ooh, can you please leave me alone? I need sleep more, leave me here, come back later," my fuck demanded, talking into the bed.

Tennis dress looked at me then her.

"Okay, sleep," she said, motherly. She pulled at the quilt and brought it up over her body. She took a box of tissues from the chest of drawers and handed it to me. 

"Wipe up your mess," she told me unkindly, "and don't cum in her again!"

I watched Tennis Dress get up off the bed, then walk over and out the door. I looked down at the girl in bed with me, she was facing the other way, eyes closed, under the covers. I fell down next to her and moved in close, pushing my wet penis against her bare ass and my lips to the back of her neck. I reached around and took a tit in hand.

"Get off me, will you?" She pushed my hand away and moved her body across the bed away from me. Gee, she had my sperm in her, you'd think there'd be some more intimacy that that, huh?

I tried to get closer again.

"Who are you?" she turned on me, then brought her hands up to push on her temples. "God, my head hurts. Who are you? Why are we naked? Why did you rape me you bastard?"

She was getting nasty.

"I didn't rape you," I laughed, trying to make light of the comment. "Do you not remember anything? Last night you were kissing me like I was your long lost love, you don't remember that?"

"No, I don't! Well, I don't know, maybe I do, I don't know. I'm so tired, my head hurts so much. Stop looking at me." She brought the quilt up to cover the breasts I was staring at. "What did you do to me? Did you drug me?"

"Baby, I did nothing, you kissed me."

"Ech. I was drunk, you shouldn't take advantage of a girl when she is drunk."

"I didn't know I was taking advantage, you acted like you wanted me," I lied, as if I was moping.

"Oh God," she said dejectedly, "what a mess."

We were silent for a while, slightly apart, laying there.

"I've got a boyfriend," she said after a while. "He's going to kill me."

I said nothing.

"I don't do this," she told me.

"Do what?" I asked quietly.

"I don't...pick up, get picked up...I don't do one-night stands, I don't take all my clothes off and I most certainly don't have sex."

"Well...I didn't know that," was my reply.

"You came in me?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"How many times?"

"Three, I think, or four."

"Oh Jesus," she said, laying her head down and holding it. "Oh, and people saw us together...Jesus, I'm dead. I'm pregnant and I'm dead. My boyfriend will kill me, my parents will kill me. I'm dead."

I lay there, head propped up on my arm, looking at her trying to rub her headache away. The quilt was just covering her breasts. She was thinking of how her life was a mess, I was thinking of how I could get back into her...though I suspected we may have reached the end of the road.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked, eyes still closed, still massaging her own head. I made to have a quick look over her onto the floor, 'accidentally' removing the quilt slightly, it was now just below her nipple line.

"I don't know. Somewhere there, I'm sure."

She looked down at herself, at her breasts out in the open.

"Shit," she said, "did you put those there?"

She pulled her own breast up in the air to get a better look at the dark purple hickeys by her nipples.

"Dunno," I tried to mess with her, "some were already there before you and I hooked up."

She lay back down, not bothering to pull the quilt up again.

"Just...fucking...great," she said slowly.

There was silence again for a while. 

"You are really beautiful, you know that?" I said after some time.

She turned and looked at me. Her young, tight tits were gorgeous, but now I wished I could have the whole quilt off, that I could see her pussy, too. 

"What happened? How did we...how did this happen?"

"I don't know. You were alone. We kissed. You threw up on my shoes, then we kissed some more, though your breath was fucking disgusting."

She almost laughed. I continued.

"Then I put my hands in your pants and you opened up your legs so it was easier to finger you, so...so I dunno, we came and found somewhere to make out. You were really good, you had a screaming orgasm, you said after it was your first one. Is that true?"

"Ah," she replied, talking to herself. "This is just not me...I gotta get out of here. Oh...Stuart, how am I ever going to explain this to him? He's never going to speak with me again."

"So what," I said, dropping down on to my back, such that our shoulders touched and our arms lay along each other. I could see the top of her mounds sticking up from her body. "Stuart, Stuart, Stuart. Who is this guy? He's obviously a lousy lay, he's never gotten you off, it only took me 10 minutes to get your pussy to cum. Do you remember you told me last night that you've never actually been fully naked with a guy, that this was the first one? What kind of boyfriend doesn't get you naked, is this really the first time you've done this?"

I used it as an excuse to lean up and pull the quilt off the rest of her body.

"Give it back," she said, squirming.

"Answer the question first. You've never been like this with a guy? It didn't seem a problem last night."

"It's embarrassing!"

"What is?"

"This...being all...naked. It's private, its...it's not something for people to see."

"Well, so, now I have, how is it? I'm looking at all of you right now, does it feel bad?"

"Yes."

"But not too bad."

"Well...what's the point, I guess, hiding from you at least. You've done worse than have your eyes on it."

"It?" I scoffed, "Why would you call your own body an 'it'?"

"All women look silly undressed..."

I was able to lay the quilt down away from her, she let herself lay naked next to me now, my eyes pouring over every inch.

"You look beautiful."

"Okay, okay, you said that already," she was still rubbing her head. "You've seen more than enough of me, don't you think? Can I have the quilt back?"

"Wasn't just me. Those people out there saw, too," I reminded her, avoiding covering her up.

Again her hands went to her head and covered her eyes.

"Oh, I know. THAT is mortifying."

"Well...you have a very beautiful body, I assure you, you are a fine looking nude. They won't feel bad for having seen you."

She just shook her head.

"Can we just sleep some more? I am so tired," she asked.

"Sure. Come close," I ventured.

Surprisingly she did. She moved herself over slightly to half-roll onto me, her head on my shoulder, my hand on her bare ass in the daylight. Naked, quilt-less, she slept again, unexpectedly in my arms. I lay on my back looking down at her, my hard-on growing to the point of aching. It took some time, but eventually my lids were too heavy to keep open and I fell asleep with her

I woke to a shove in the guts and the voice of a guy yelling. I opened my eyes and took a moment to get my bearings. My fuck was trying to scramble to her feet, it was her elbow that had sharply squashed my intestines. The guy in the room was just inside the door, pointing and yelling obscenities. I had enough sense to work out this must be Stuart. He must have walked in on us while we slept. Geezuz, this should be interesting. Surely no guy would try to get in a fist-fight with a man that was naked. From nowhere came the thought of pissing on him as we fought, that would surely keep him away...or perhaps make him angrier. My fuck had gotten to her feet, trying to cover her body. All she could find at a scramble was a hand towel which she used to cover her front. The bits I could see from behind were still bare.

"Yeah, right, cover it up for me, huh? Your fuck-buddy here, he can get all the tit and ass he wants, but you cover yourself up for me, your boyfriend. What a fucking bitch!" he was really yelling now.

Given it hadn't gotten physical and he hadn't turned on me yet, I lay there and kept out of it as best I could, though I felt stupid with my cock out like it was. Reaching to the bottom of the bed to pull up the quilt would have brought too much attention, so I just stayed naked and frozen. 

"Stuart, go outside, calm down, I'll come out and we can talk...," she tried to cool things down.

"Me go out? Why do I have to go out? So you can crawl back into bed and kissy-kissy with that fucking moron? Send that fucking bastard out why don't you?"

It was difficult to tell where this was going. Given this guy was obviously an abusive sore loser, why didn't she just dump him on the spot? Was my fuck actually going to try and keep the relationship...or was she just trying to avoid escalating the situation? Either way, he didn't look like budging, and I certainly wasn't going to leave her alone with him in this agitated state. 

"Stuart, just...wait outside a minute, let me get dressed."

Stuart's face showed his anguish. 

"Me, out? But you can get dressed in front of him?"

"Stuart!" she was more forceful now, "Just get out!"

"You fucking bitch," he said, dangerously calmly, "what the fuck makes you think I'm going anywhere without you? You and I are leaving. Right now. Fuck your clothes, you can come and show me what you dish up to every other guy, I'm the one that supposed to be your fucking boyfriend, remember?"

Stuart stepped in and grabbed my fuck by the forearm, trying to pull her to the door. The towel fell away as she tried to pull away from him, he really was going to drag her away naked. I took a deep breath. It had reached a point where unfortunately I had to do something about it. What a bastard.

I crawled over and stood up off the bed.

"Oi!" I yelled, getting attention. "Enough! Let her go."

It was a scary moment as I watched him deciding how far he was going to take this. I could see the options weigh across his mind. Punch the naked guy, or walk away from the slut? The more he thought, surely the more hesitant he would become?

He looked down at me, staring at the dry crusty remnants of his girl on my cock. He shook his head.

"I hate you," he almost whispered, dropping her arm. He looked like he was about to walk out, for a moment I actually felt bad for him.

Then we found out what he was thinking about. A third option. He lashed out with his fist and hit that girl fair in the stomach, as hard as he could. She doubled over and dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, wheezing and gasping for air. I was in complete shock, stunned. Did he really just do that? Before I moved one muscle, he made for the door. I had to make a quick choice - follow and punish this gutless woman-basher, or drop to my knees and help this poor woman on the floor. I looked down, then dropped to my knees. I put my arm under her head and held her shoulders. I watched Stuart leave without looking, then slam the door shut behind him.

"Baby, Jesus, are you okay, are you hurt? Are you winded, is there damage? Do we need to call for help?"

"I dunno," she winced, "I dunno, I think I'm okay, I dunno."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, I had no idea he would do that. Jesus, has he hit you before?"

She shook her head. She wasn't crying, but tears came from her eyes.

"Let's get you up on the bed. The floor's cold down here."

I helped get her naked body off the floor and onto the bed. She moved ok, I didn't think she was that hurt, she was just (rightfully) in shock and had the air taken from her. This time I voluntarily covered her in quilt, pulling it up over both of us. She wrapped her arms around me, held me tight and started sobbing again, with what tears were left. There was nothing for me to do but lay there and let her cry it out.

"Just how nutto is that guy?" I asked after a while, "He's not the type to come back in here with a shotgun is he?"

She shook her head.

"He doesn't know anything about guns," she whispered back. I hoped she was right.

"What about knives...?" I mumbled. She didn't answer, but she held me tight, her breasts squashing into me, her mound hard up against my hip. We lay there for a long time without talking, but neither of us slept this time.

After some time, Tennis Dress burst in, scaring the daylights out of us.

"Stuart was here!" she yelled as if she was telling us something we didn't know. "Doug said he saw that video of you with your (pointing to me) stuff leaking out, and he stormed away in a cloud of dust. Lucky he didn't see you in here like this, all hell would have broken loose."

"All hell did break loose," my fuck said quietly. We were both under the quilt with her back to my chest now, my arm around her waist, her head on her arm, leaning back into me.

Tennis Dress shook her head, confused.

"He hit me," my fuck said straight.

Tennis Dress' eyes lit up. "He what??!!"

"He hit me," she repeated.

Tennis Dress rushed to the bed and held my fuck's face, feeling all over. "Where?"

Even though we were both still naked, my fuck pulled back the quilt and held her stomach, rubbing it where she got punched.

"Right here, as hard as he could the bastard."

"Fucking hell, I don't believe it. Oh shit, are you gonna report him? Call the fucking police. That prick needs to go down, hitting a woman, what a fucking disgrace. Are you ok?"

"I think so, it doesn't really hurt, just winded."

"You need to see a doctor, that could be dangerous."

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm just going to stay here and rest for a while."

"Oh yeah?" she looked at me suspiciously, "Rest? With him here? Who are you anyway? Look at all the trouble you caused."

I just shrugged. What could I say?

"It's not his fault," my fuck said, dropping her head to the bed and closing her eyes.

Tennis Dress got up and walked over to the door.

"I'm going to make sure everyone knows how gutless that Stuart prick is, he doesn't hit that bastard, he hits the girl. What a fucking pussy," she said, leaving. I was thinking that girl swears a lot.

My fuck turned around and looked up at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded, then she leaned up to kiss me on the lips. Rubbing on her naked body as I was, I was hard again.

"You wanna fuck again?" I asked her, into the kiss. She held back and looked at me for a long moment. She shrugged her shoulders. As far as I was concerned anything other than a no was a yes. We kissed again, passionately. My hand went between her thighs, a finger up her hole, pumping, bringing out the wet, getting her ready. I had to put her hand onto my cock, prompting her to pump it. She caught on and I went back to masturbating her while she did me, all the time with a tongue in each other's mouth. Her pussy got wet easily, I squashed on her clit and she squirmed in delight.

"You like that?" I smiled. She nodded furiously, so I pushed on her some more. She broke the kiss and gasped at my shoulder. She was ready for it, I thought. I took my hands to either side of her hips and picked her body up and over me.

"Hold my cock up, baby." She took it in her hand and held it upright. "Ok, now drop onto it."

She held it to her hole and dropped with the gravity of the moment. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she pushed onto it, bit by bit, bump by bump, a bit like the first time I took her the night before. Of course she didn't remember that. I looked at her body, so brilliant. Her nipples were fairly belting out from her breasts. The breasts themselves held their shape as only a young woman's can. And the young slim hips slowly lowered toward me, until our pubic hairs mashed into each other.

She looked at me and smiled, leaning close to kiss me.

"Happy?" she asked. "Happy with my body?"

I held her hips firm and pumped up at her a couple of times, making her eyes close and gasp.

"Brilliant cunt, baby, I love it," I said.

"Don't call it that," she smiled at me, embarrassed. I kept at her from below.

"What would you like me to call it?"

"I dunno," she squirmed, going red now. 

"Well, whatever it is, your turn to use it. I'm going to lay here and watch you masturbate yourself, you can do some work for a change!" I teased her.

"Fine!"

I lay unmoved as she humped herself on my hard-on. And I was super hard. I'd come so many times that I could settle in for the long haul. She was sopping wet again, which worried me because usually girls were at their wettest when they were ovulating, and I'd been giving her all the seed I had, night and morning. Was it still morning, I wondered? Doesn't matter, just watch this girl fuck. Last night she was a timid little thing, today she's a proper lover. She'd had it in her the whole time. I felt good to have brought it to the surface, to my surface, which was pleasantly getting covered with her girl-juice.

The door swung open again and both of us turned sharply to see who it was, still skittish that Stuart would be back for vengeance. Hilariously it was Doug. My fuck stayed there on top of me. She stopped humping, but sat upright with me buried in her snatch.

"Fuck me dead," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know what you're on, man, but we gotta talk. You are a fucking miracle man, do you ever stop?"




Bonfire Desires



Haley, a young hyper-liberal college student, is at a pro-choice rally and runs off to get coffee for her supervisor. Alex is walking out of the coffee shop with his skateboard in hand, and opens the door. She assumes he's holding it for her, but he lets it slam in her face, chuckling in his beanie. Indignant with all of the fury of the white upper middle class, she exasperatedly gasps, and he just gives her the get-off-your-high-horse look.

"Sorry," Alex says through his smirk.

"What the fuck?" Haley turns to face him head on, "Seriously?"

"Watch where you're going."

"You're really a conversationalist, I'd like to pat whoever taught you that on the back," Haley scoffed.

"Well that should've been my mother, but God knows she was too busy slamming headboards to teach me much, so I guess you can credit my exemplary skills to myself. Now, excuse me, I have better things to do with my time."

In an indignant rage, Haley turned on her heels and stormed away to buy coffee.

"Could I have a caramel macchiato, tall, extra caramel shot?"

"Coming right up, miss!" the exuberant barista with brown curly hair replied.

Haley went to take out her credit card from her Gucci purse when the cashier interrupted her, "Oh, don't worry about that, it's already been paid for."

"By who?"

"That guy in the navy hoodie and beanie that left a few minutes ago. He said you were friends?"

"He did?

"Well are you?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean...thank you."

Haley mulled this act over in her head for the rest of the day, going through the motions, almost dropping the coffee on her supervisor while not paying attention. Why would he go through that effort to be nice to me?, she thought. Did he actually feel sorry for the door?

She resolved that if she ran into him, she'd apologize, but nothing else because that was all he deserved.

Meanwhile, Alex wished that appearances matched personalities, and smoked a blunt to try to forget all the beautiful, broken women he'd dealt with over the years. Why are the pretty ones bitches? he muttered between puffs, and called a lady friend to come over and rant about life with him beside the bonfire, knowing he might get lucky like he usually did. Before his blunt was done with, she had parked her black skinny jeans on the log next to him. He puffed out and revealed that he'd try to do something nice for a nice looking girl earlier, and before she could call him a pussy, he explained its less-than-perfect outcome. 

"She had the most gorgeous brown hair, and you should've seen her ass, Jackie. Most suburbia girls do not have an ass like that." The more he told her, the more interested Jackie became. 

"Was the girl's name Haley?" she asked. 

"I have no clue," he replied, "why? do you know her?"

"She's in my English lit class, here I'm almost positive it's her, I'm gonna call her and tell her to come over."

"What?"

"Hey, um Haley? Yeah I'm doing great! Hey I'm at a bonfire right now, thought you'd like to join?...woods by the corner of Hamilton and Ivory...yeah, cool, see you soon."

"You bitch, what the hell do you think you're doing?" 

"Getting you laid."

"But that's-that's what you do!" 

"You'll thank me later."

~~~

Haley showed up after a half hour of musings on the meaningfulness of life's trivialities, interjecting herself into the conversation with utmost grace.

"...What the fuck is a Freud, and why the hell are you here?" she exclaimed, gesturing towards Alex.

"I thought your blood money education would've taught you that, but apparently not. Oh, and nice tits by the way."

She blushed and looked down at her cleavage briefly, slyly smiling and pulling up her shirt to look modest, but in actuality allowing it to descend further. 

"Why thank you," she said, rolling her eyes.

"How much did they cost?"

"Savage," she uttered, giving him a death stare while biting her lip in disgust.

"Oh I'm kidding, I can tell a boob job from a mile away. Yours are natural, I noticed that before anything else, if it's any consolation. you go to Kings I take it?"

"Yes, they paid for half my tuition with an art scholarship," she replied.

"Well, if you ever need inspiration, I've been told my nudity is a muse."

He could tell Haley's barriers were starting to come down. She almost chuckled at that last one.

"Or amusing," she retorted.

"How about you find out?"

"How about I find out why you paid for that coffee?"

"I don't know what Jackie told you, but I did no such thing."

"Why yes you did. And even before you slammed the door in my face..." she said, looking down and slightly reddening.

"...I guess I owe you an apology for... bitching you out," she stammered out reluctantly.

Maybe I was wrong about suburban girls, he thought, maybe they're not all so caught up in their own worlds. "Yeah, no biggie. So, want a smoke?"

"Um... no thanks," she said with a slight smile.

"What, do you have a problem with smoke?", lightly blowing a buff of smoke at her face, lightly resting his hand on her thigh as he leaned towards her.

"Nah, you do you, I just don't partake," she said, slightly shifting into his touch.

"Don't tell me you don't like it,", sliding his hand up a little bit higher as he blew rings of smoke parallel to her cheek.

"Well, I don't," she said after a ticklish giggle. "I like a lot of things, drugs aren't one of them."

"I like a lot of things, you're one of them. I don't know, there's something alluring-even thrilling- about seducing good girls like you."

She laughed, short and sharp, almost in amusement. "Is that so? Heh. Good luck."

"I don't need luck. Just five minutes alone with you."

"Did you guys forget I'm here?" interjected Jackie.

"Bye Felicia!", Haley said with a sassy smile, sitting herself in Alex's lap.

"Wow, thanks," Jackie replied sassily. "and Alex, I'm taking one of your beers. Thanks."

"Suit yourself, I'd say that's a fair trade," he said while giving her an accepting nod. She smiled back before leaving.

"For what?" Haley asked, perplexed.

"Is it the weather or do you usually not wear bras?" he replied, looking in the opposite direction.

"What? That's not what I asked," she retorted.

"For the next five minutes," he casually retorted.

"You'll have to try harder than that."

"I am," as he guided her hand to his crotch.

"Pah-lease," she replied giggling, playfully backhanding his arm, then taking his hand towards her thighs. 

"So am I spoiling a good girl or discovering a bad one?" he whispered.

"Most boys don't survive long enough to find out." She arched her back forward, grinding tightly against his lap.

"Let me show you something," he said, and it was more of a command than a question. He lightly moved her off his lap and stood up, never releasing her hand.

Once she was standing, he immediately pulled her hips to his and pressed his lips to hers. Instantly, their hands firmly moved up and down each other's backs, their tension enveloping them tenderly. While the fire raged beside them, one ignited inside, their lips frantic, their hands ravenous, their bodies aching for more. 

He slid his hand towards her side, and gripped her hourglass figure. His hand slowly found its way down to her ass, and he smirked at her sharp intake of breath. "You're redeeming yourself," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. Her mouth lingered for a second, her lips lightly brushing his ears, and then kissing his neck, pressing into his soft skin as if pleading with his body to release himself to her.

"Watch yourself, you're only just qualifying," he said, slapping her ass before pinning her to the ground. His hands held her wrists to the ground like stakes, his body pressing her into the earth with the weight of the world. Grinding against her hips, a short, longing moan escaped when he kissed her neck, firmly and hungrily. 

Haley wondered what it was about bad boys that turned her on so much as she slid her knee up, letting his leg slide in between hers. Two can play at this game, she thought as she started to slide his shirt up. He wriggled himself to help her out, and as he did, she pushed him, flipping him over, and straddled him quickly before he could stop what was happening. The moon glistening on his defined abs like they do in cheesy romance films. He gave her a daunting grin and grabbed on to her shoulders, pushing her off of him.

She moaned happily, enthralled with his confidence. Hungry to regain dominance, she quickly jumped on him again, but he soon wrestled his way back on top of her. After a long, tiring struggle, Alex settled on top of Haley, involuntarily dry-humping her like a highschool sophomore while they passionately kissed.

"You're... irresistible," he said. Haley, struck by the lapse in his demeanor but too wet to care, pulled his body closer and rubbed her chest against his. 

"If I tell you I bought you that coffee, will you be mine tonight?"

Again, shocked by this softer side to him she was now seeing, she lightly bit his lip and said, "make me yours." Those three words, stronger than any "I love you," flipped a switch in him. He grabbed her waist and threw her onto her feet, shoving her towards a nearby oak tree. As her back slammed against the bark, she saw a single helicopter flutter down, spinning like her mind. As she saw the leaf flutter down to the ground as fast as her heart was beating, she was momentarily distracted, and therefore caught even more off guard when he enclosed her head with his strong hands, pressing his mouth deep into hers.

She couldn't breathe, couldn't contain herself. She was absolutely soaked, throbbing and aching for his pleasure. She needed it. Nothing else mattered. I need him.

He was lost in her body. The curves, the smile, the long hair in his fingers and against his face. The ass that felt so wonderful grasped firmly in his hands, felt so incredible pressed against his hard cock. The breasts that shone so brightly in the moonlight, covered in goosebumps, driving him wild with cleavage. I need her. His hands left her ass and found her breasts, squeezing, rubbing, kneading with fervor. They fit his hands perfectly, and every touch drove him madder and madder.

Each grasp left her shorter and shorter of breath, gasping for more air after each involuntary moan drove more out of her. Her primal desire was making her convulse underneath his pressure. His body steadily, increasingly pressing into her. She could feel the outline of his dick against her, pinning her body to ground, not even allowing her to squirm, completely subject to his administrations. Her lips parted from his just long enough to kiss his neck, letting her lips and tongue tease him relentlessly, slowly trailing her kisses further down his body. As her lips met his collarbone, she found she could arch herself no further, and consequently could not trail her kisses any lower. She pressed her breasts against his chest, hoping to entice him into giving her more room to work with. He released his pressure for a moment, but as her lips sought his chest, his fingers grabbed hold of her shirt hem, peeling it off of her, and then using her arched back to his full advantaged, reaching under her to unclasp her bra.

She squirmed with delight, her breasts and curves on full display, vigorously rubbing them against his bare skin. Warm skin on warm skin only fanned the flames burning inside them. Soon, their pants followed, peeled off as quickly as possible.

For a brief minute, they stood in front of the fire, nearly naked, their bodies glistening in the dim, warm light. His toned abs, her breasts and hips, all burned brightly in the dark, their eyes reflecting the desire within.

Then, they gave in. Once again, their hands drank in one another, exploring with ravenous hunger. Their tongues danced dexterously, courting one another with swing and tango. He forced her to the ground. 

Her head forced itself back; she writhed in anticipation. "Give it to me," she exclaimed desperately. "NOW."

He tore her thong off, ripping the gate away from his promised land. His cock slid into her smoothy, firmly, and achingly, but aided by her wetness.

Her moans screamed out through the night, primal and endless. In the moment, her pleasure was everything; the now, immemorial and eternal, all was pleasure. Like the thickness of night, their intensity built as he thrust into her harder, faster, and more relentlessly. The time between his thrusts diminished like the space between their bodies as her fingers clawed against his back, begging him to take her. Almost losing himself in the ecstasy and nearly overwhelmed with sensation, he focused on directing all of his energy to the task at hand: fucking her senseless. Her hips rose up to meet his, their rhythm in sync, their bodies in tune, and her gasps and moans sung like sacred melodies. Their bodies' crescendo was only matched by their longing, and with delicious lust, anticipation, and emotion, they collapsed within each other.