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Full Moon Fantasies Ch. 1

By: Barnaby



The moon looked drunk. It was big and full but seemed to waver back and forth in the clear late fall evening sky. Twenty one year old Tracy lay on her bed looking out at the moon wishing she was drunk, too. Her boyfriend Stan was out of town so she had decided to hit the sack early with a good book. Unfortunately, the only book she could find in the house that she hadn't read was ORGY GIRL, found under the bed in her teenage brother's room. That was at 8:30. It was now nearly 11:00 and she had completely finished the book, devouring every filthy page. Chapter after chapter of graphic fucking, sucking, licking, spanking, and coming had made Tracy hornier than she'd been in years and here she was all alone on a Saturday night! 

Her hand inched its way inside the flimsy fabric of her long-soaked pink silk panties and she dug three long fingers deep into her puffy snatch. As her head continued spinning with pure lust, she closed her eyes to reality while the moon continued to stare down at the randy goings-on in her room. After just a moment, she withdrew her fingers with a little squish and quickly pulled her underwear completely down to her ankles, flicking it off one leg all together. Her fingertips easily found her throbbing clit and started rubbing it in that way that sent pure electricity through her young body. "Oooooooooooooowwwwwwww," she howled. Her tongue shot out past the hated braces on her teeth, licking savagely at invisible cocks dangling in the air. Her other hand had deposited those three fingers back in her hole, jerking them in and out while her clit was being dribbled like a basketball just above. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh…"she kept squealing in a high pitched baby voice as her relentless assault on her own body neared its climax. Her breathing was in quick starts and her ass was bouncing up and down on the squeaky mattress, itself now just one giant wet spot. She squinted her eyes and growled a guttural "Grrrrrrrrr!!!! Ungh!!Ungggh!!! Yes!!! Oh…Oh….Oh!…Oh, YES!!! YES!!!YES!!!, Oh, God, Yes!!!!Oh, FUCK!! Ohhhhh….Ohhhh…."

As the explosion inside her body died down, Tracy fell back on the sticky, wet sheets and looked out at the moon again. The night smelled of her lust and desire. She took her own slimy fingers and licked them up and down the sides, sucking her thumbs like a little girl. The moon still looked drunk…and Tracy was still hornier than she'd ever been!

She wished that Stan would call, saying he was back sooner than expected. If he did, she would rush over to his apartment and screw him silly. The phone just sat there like a silent corpse, making not a sound and driving her crazy in the process! "I'll call Doug! He's always been hot to get in my pants." She embraced the hated phone and punched up his number. He was her friend and confidante and puppy dog admirer, the guy who would take her dancing when Stan was drunk or abusive, the guy who sent her flowers at work for no reason, the guy who never really believed he'd get anywhere with someone like Tracy. 

After several rings, he answered with a cheery but just awakened "Hello?" 

"Hiiiiiiiiii. It's me." She said in that little girl voice that sent warm chills up his spine.

"You woke me up. Do you know what time it is?"

"It's only eleven or so. I think. Anyway, what are you doing tonight?"

"Tonight? Pretty soon it'll be tomorrow."

"Why are you whispering?"

"Luckily, you didn't wake my parents. They're still asleep. Look, what do you want?"

"Like I said, what are you doing tonight?"

"Sleeping…. or at least I was. Why?"

"'Cause I want to fuck your brains out." There was a pause.

"You're drunk."

"No, I'm just horny as hell and Stanley's out of town. You wanna fuck me or should I choose some other lucky winner?"

"What time?"

"Be there in twenty minutes. You be out front."

To Doug's mind, this was all a dream. He was still sleeping. In the year and a half he had known Tracy, fear of her hulking boyfriend had kept him from ever doing anything but fantasizing about her, in spite of their obvious mutual attraction. Now, to have her begging him? This couldn't be real. Still, he dressed lightly, snuck out the back door and made his way around to the front of the house. The midnight air was chilly and the full moon seemed blurry. It almost looked drunk.

He had just about decided that Tracy's call was part of yet another of his frequent wet dreams about her when suddenly her little blue Celica drove up. He jumped into the door she opened to him. "This is crazy!," he complained. "What's really going on?" He never got an answer, just a flurry of giggles as she lunged for his zipper. He was too stunned to protest as she pulled his previously untouched prick up through his fly. It was fairly long, but completely soft. She jerked at it to his utter amazement…but little else.

"C'mon," she whined impatiently. "Get it up, sweetness!" Her right hand kept playing with his dick while her left took control of the steering wheel and her foot hit the gas. She turned into the alley in mid block and squealed to a stop in a dark, vacant parking lot. By this point, Doug couldn't help but believe that it was really happening as the physical evidence was right between her legs. She had jerked him up to full size and he was hard as a rock.

She giggled uncontrollably as she leaned forward from the driver's seat to put her soft, wet lips in just the position he had long wanted to see them: encircling the head of his cock. He still wasn't sure how or why but his hands held onto the back of her head, playing with her light auburn hair as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. "Oh, baby….You…You don't know how long I've imagined….Oh, oh! I mean…Oh, you're incredible!" The only sounds coming from Tracy were the wanton slurps and gurgles her lips and tongue made as they worked hungrily on his hard cock.

For a few seconds at a time, she would let his meat slip from her greedy lips with a "pop." Then she'd tease her long, agile tongue into his pee-slit, already seeping out copious amounts of lubricating pre-cum. She looked up and let him see the tiny string the sticky fluid made clinging between her lively lips and the head of his dick. Briefly, he recalled all the lunchtimes when some white sauce or other would always seem to find its way to suggestively drip from the corner of her sexy lips. But this was the real thing and the very realization of that made him suddenly shudder and exclaim, "I'm coming. Oh, God, I'm coming already!"

Tracy appreciated the warning and slipped her hungry mouth down over a good five inches just as the throbbing rod began dropping its white-hot payload directly into her throat. She swallowed every few seconds as wave after wave of his pent up sperm shot straight into the very object of his long-frustrated desire. She relished the feel of the thick, hot liquid settling into her stomach. He moaned in unbearable relief at this final release." Uunnnnngggggghhhh. You are amazing!!!!"

She rose off of his flesh breathless and maneuvered into an even more uncomfortable position to put her arms tightly around him. At first, he wanted to push her away as her face neared his. When he finally gave in, she attacked his lips in a way she had never, ever kissed him before. The distasteful thought of tasting himself in her mouth gave way quickly to a long mutual embrace between their tongues. Her hands ran aimlessly over his head, mussing his hair. When she finally pulled away, she looked at him with eyes lit up in delight and a big nasty grin on her face. He tried hard to think of something appropriate to say. "Wonderful…wonderful!," is all he could mumble.

"Don't think we're though yet, Lawrence Welk. It's a long time 'til morning and I am wiiiiiide awake. AND STILL HORNY!"

To Be Continued... 

Full Moon Fantasies Ch. 2



In the wake of the incredible first-time blowjob he had just received from Tracy, Doug couldn’t help but ask, “Why the hell are you doing this?”

“Well, you always say I only come to you when Stanley doesn’t want to take me to a movie or dancing or whatever. Well guess what? Stan’s out of town and I really needed S-E-X. So here I am…with you…stud” She continued to pump at his leaky, now half-limp cock as she spoke.

Although he still felt dazed, Doug suggested “Why don’t we move to the back seat and, uh…” 

“Noooo, its too uncomfortable and my back hurts already.”, she whined.

He was suddenly crestfallen. “Naturally.”

“Silly! I just meant let’s find some place more comfortable, like my place.”

His eyes lit up with a perfect idea! “I can’t wait that long. Stay here!” He bolted from the car and ran back through the alley to his house, stuffing himself back in his pants as he ran. He smoothly snuck in and out of his apartment, his sleeping parents still blissfully unaware. Upon returning to Tracy, he breathlessly dangled a set of keys in front of her. “The law office next door! My dad does their maintenance work so we have a key! If I remember correctly, they have a big comfortable couch in the restroom.”

She slowly smiled, her braces glistening in the moonlight. Then she wrinkled her eyes like a naughty little girl and left the car to walk back to the office building with Doug. When they got there, the orange, vinyl-covered couch actually seemed little better than the back seat but it was at least roomier. It was now past midnight and Doug thanked God none of the paralegals had decided to stay late to catch up on their filing.

Tracy had still had only one real orgasm on her own and was almost literally aching for another big one. Again, she took the initiative, french-kissing his willing mouth. This time, though, his strong, gentle hands groped at her large, soft breasts, fumbling with her tight T-shirt and finally raising it enough to expose them. With his eyes closed in something akin to rapture, he hadn’t yet actually seen her tits with their huge deep pink nipples but he was having a field day kneading them like they were bread dough. He squeezed them and squashed them and tweaked them, all the while with his tongue straining to reach her tonsils. Tracy stood up long enough to pull the T-shirt over her head. Doug wiped his mouth as he caught his first glimpse of the magnificent mammaries he’d fantasized about so often.

“Take off your clothes, dummy.” she admonished as she continued doing just that. Her old white jeans fell crumpled to the floor and were soon joined by a sticky, wet silk thong. 

Doug’s clothes quickly formed a second pile and the two stood naked in the harsh, fluorescent lights, admiring each other’s bodies. He noted the light brown, neatly trimmed bush above her pussy. She returned the favor by looking her friend up and down, admiring his wildly hairy body, from the straight manes down his arms to the thick, curly forest highlighting his rigid pole. She lay down on the couch, never breaking eye contact as she spread her legs and softly said, “Eat me.” He surveyed his intended meal, spreading her lower lips with nervous fingers. After all, it was the first real pussy he’d ever seen. “’Look before you leap’, as they say.” “Shut up and eat, I say!” With that she grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to her crotch. He surprised her with a determination and enthusiasm that she had never imagined. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, swirling over her inner lips, curling around her little love bud and getting tangled in her pubic hair. To Doug, Tracy’s aroma was intoxicating and nearly overwhelming. Nothing he had ever smelled before had prepared him for the delightful girl odor he was breathing in now. He was giving sloppy, wet kisses to her labia, gulping the gently flowing, pungent juices as Tracy moaned and yelped and made all the odd little sounds he had expected her to make. Her bottom was bucking like she was fucking his sweaty face. Actually, the sweat was mixing with her cum as it dripped out of her passionate pussy and spread over his whole face. She started to sob and he got a little scared and stopped for a moment. “NO!” she shouted firmly. “Don’t stop! Oh, God, please don’t stop.” She seemed to be losing her breath as he replaced his lips on her clit and started sucking it into his mouth as best as he could. She started egging him on. “Oh, sweetheart… it feels sooooooo good!,” she sobbed. “Eat me out, baby. You’re making me feel… ungh!, Ohhhhhh, incredible!” Goosebumps arose on her hot, sweating flesh. “Ohhhhh……YES!!!!!!!!”  

The only thing Doug was able to breathe was Tracy’s essence. He reached a slimy finger up under her bouncing ass and slipped it straight up through her sphincter. This caused Tracy to moan at a higher pitch! He felt almost like he was playing a musical instrument, using her most intimate parts to create music to his ears. Her thighs clamped around his head and shook almost violently with pleasure for what seemed like 10 minutes. Afterwards, her legs still spasming, he pulled up and wiped the heady mixture off his face with his arm. He decided right there that pussy was his new favorite food. He knelt on the floor and cradled her head to his shoulder. “You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he whispered softly. She nodded, still a bit dazed. “Well, I want to fuck you …more than anything in the world, I want to fuck you.”

“Not here. It’s too hot and sticky.”

“Yeah, now! Thanks to us. This whole place smells of your pussy.” Tracy giggled at the thought and wondered if the attorneys would recognize the lingering aroma in the morning.

“Wait a minute. I’ve got a great idea,” she enthused. You’re gonna love it!”

A little while later they were dressed and driving. Doug had no idea where they were going but didn’t really care. The whole evening was just too surreal. Tracy, on the other hand, knew exactly where she was going but was amazed that she was able to drive as well as she did with the persistent itch between her legs. When she finally managed to park, Doug recognized that they were at Tracy’s friend Mindy’s apartment. “Mindy gave me a key so I could water her plants whenever she was out of town.”

“But what if she’s here? Hmmmm? Have you really thought this through?”

“Well,” Tracy said as the naughty smile returned to her face, “ the more the merrier, I guess!”

TO BE CONTINUED 



Full Moon Fantasies Ch. 3



Tracy knew that Mindy was working late that night so she wasn’t really surprised to find the apartment empty. It was roomy and well-kept and smelled of lavender incense. Doug had been here once before, at a party, but now, as Tracy turned on a few dim lights, he was more able to appreciate it.

She found an unopened bottle of Chardonnay in the refrigerator and the pair of them finished it off rapidly as they cuddled silently on the couch. The bulge in Doug’s pants was still aching as that ever-present full moon shone through the large picture windows of the apartment, granting an eerie light to the occasion. “Come on,” he whispered after a while. He held his hands out to her and led her into the bedroom. He pulled back the pink bedclothes and began slowly, nervously undressing Tracy again. He forced himself to go slowly, trying his best to be romantic. Then he undressed himself. She could feel it, too. In spite of all they’d done, something special was happening. He kissed her lips carefully and sweetly. His hands ran themselves across the naked expanse of her back, lovingly caressing the bones and the curves. Suddenly, his nervousness lifted as the softness of it all—the lips, the back, the bed—calmed him as he held her.

Tracy was still ravenous but, at least for now, she found herself appreciating the gentleness as she pulled him down onto the comfortable bed, never breaking from his lips. She relished the feel of his hairy body tickling her smooth flesh. 

His kisses moved to her chin and then her neck. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back in pleasure, running her hands through his hair as he sucked and nibbled at her neck for what seemed like hours before lowering himself to her bosom. He latched onto her left breast like a suckling baby and sucked for all he was worth. Tracy was definitely not feeling maternal, though, as she cooed and moaned and moved her other hand to spread her sticky lower lips. After a minute, Tracy pulled his face back to hers, but this time with a deep soul kiss. Meanwhile, her hand grabbed his throbbing prick and aimed it at the welcoming entrance to her vagina. She slid down a bit and then pulled it inside of her at last with a nice loud POP! “I can’t believe this,” he said, “but what about…?”

“Now, listen, stud,” she cut him off. She was speaking quickly and her breaths were short. “This is no time for a conversation. Look down there. It’s your cock-Doug’s COCK-in Tracy’s pussy. It’s real! I’ve got birth control covered. Right now I just need you to fuck me hard, like you’ve always wanted to.” With that, she bit her lower lip and wiggled her ass in such a way that Doug almost came right then. “Pleeeeease? Just fuck me, baby.”

Tracy’s eyes closed as Doug, concentrating hard on not coming too soon, began to slowly and rythmically meet her every rising thrust. He could feel the tightness of her flesh as she squeezed him in ways he had only imagined before.

Inside Tracy’s head, it really didn’t matter whose cock it was, as long as it was long and hard and deep inside her, she was happy. Was she a slut or was it okay to feel like this? She just wanted to come and to use a handy male body to help her do it. Goosebumps rose on her arms and her back and the distinct aroma of sweat and pussy spread across the room.

Her experienced thumb and forefinger rubbed her nub back and forth as Doug began grunting on top of her. She knew his big moment was coming and she couldn’t wait for the heat, the sudden burst of warmth all though her lower body as he flooded her with his seed.

“Ungh! I can’t…. I’m gonna….”

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE???!!!”

The sudden intrusion scared Doug half to death and he jerked back, pulling out of Tracy’s hot pocket just as he began spurting wildly across Mindy’s bed.

Mindy stood in the doorway of her bedroom.

Tracy looked up to see the 24 year old actress’ expression turn from anger and disgust to something much more interesting-lust!

Doug’s mouth fell open, searching vainly for words that would solve everything. His rapidly shrivelling prick continued dripping onto her bed and Mindy couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Surprisingly, instead of throwing them out, the pretty brunette began unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her own, quite impressive titties, the subject of many of Doug’s wet dreams and fantasies. Tracy smiled. Things were proceeding exactly the way she had hoped. Doug lay back in the bed next to Tracy as they both enjoyed the strip show taking place in front of them. 

Like Tracy’s, Mindy’s body was not the Playboy ideal but it was one that he had fantasized about for months. Now early on a Sunday morning, with that old hazy moon still staring through the window like a peeping tom, she sashayed over to her bed, reached down and started pumping his still sticky flesh back to life.

Without saying another word, the trio worked themselves into a threeway just as if they’d rehearsed it. Mindy was the centerpiece, on her knees on the bed slurping greedily on Tracy’s creamy puss while Doug came up from behind. 

With Mindy’s tight, pink anus staring him in the face, Doug decided to take advantage of another of his fantasies. He ran his fingers through the moisture between her legs and then slipped his ring finger into her ass and wiggled it. Mindy protested at first but Tracy clamped her legs around her head to keep her at her own task. Doug spit into his hands and rubbed it over the head of his dick. Then he spread her cheeks with his hands and pushed. It wasn’t easy at first and Mindy moaned and teared up a bit as he pushed up through her sphincter muscle. He had never imagined anything so tight as her ass clamping down on his prick. He held tightly to her creamy upper thighs as he began sliding his meat up her poop chute at a more and more frenetic pace.

Tracy’s fantasy was being granted, also. She had always had bi-sexual tendencies but she had never actually been with another girl before. Her hands played with the older girl’s silky brown hair, twirling it around with her fingers and pushing it aside so she could watch as Mindy’s tongue licked its merry way around her puffy pink lips.

The bedroom now reeked of sex as the lust-crazed boy humped in and out of the actress’ ass, ever more anxious to relieve himself of the terrible pressure once more built up inside his loins. Tracy fondled her own titties as Mindy, one hand frigging herself down there, kept her lips tightly fastened to the target formed by the young girl’s clit. Despite the assault on her behind, her own attack showed no mercy as she built Tracy up over and over, always stopping just short of release. Finally, she relented, concentrating her efforts on her victim’s magic love button, sucking the sensual bud like a miniature cock. Tracy moaned uncontrollably, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, GOD! Ohhhhhhh, YES! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!”Like a cat lapping milk, she darted her tongue out over and over to tickle Tracy right to the edge and this time she pushed her over! Her sweaty body began bouncing on the bed, tossing Mindy even further back onto Doug’s anal invader. His cock was sore from the tightness and the extra bucking didn’t help. He reached around to squeeze Mindy’s bouncy tits as best as he could. Tracy cried out “I….I’m….Unghhhh! Cu….Cu…Cumming!!! Oh, FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!!! Whoa, baby!!!!! Oh, yes! OH MY GOD, this is incredible!!!”

It was also hot enough to trigger the eruption of the molten lava that had been building up in Doug’s balls. Without warning, he grunted and shot a hot string of cum up into Mindy’s bowels. Mindy collapsed on top of Tracy and Doug’s member slipped happily out of her constricting rear. Her ass remained gaping for a moment and he watched in fascination as his cream dribbled out of her butt. “DAMN!” he shouted! “Wooow!” and then they all laughed nervously.

They knew they needed to talk but they were all three exhausted and drifted into sleep cuddled up together on the bed. Tracy awoke a few hours later, still sticky below but with her horniness finally appeased, she knew that she had to get Doug home before morning.

The moon seemed to be spinning as she finally arrived back at her own home just before dawn. It had been a long, lust-filled evening-one she would never forget. The moon had borne witness to it all, and in her mind, now resembled a thick wad of cum that had spurted up into the heavens.

Dawn found a freshly showered Tracy sleeping comfortably at last, looking for all the world like an innocent angel. Soon afterwards, though, the phone rang insistantly. “Hello”, she answered groggily.

“Hi, Trace, I’m back.” Said Stan’s voice. “I’ve been missing your sweet pussy like crazy! Why don’t you come on over and I’ll….”

Click! She hung up the phone, took a deep breath and smiled a hazy smile as she drifted back to sleep remembering all her recent pleasures. 

END