0 comments/ 15859 views/ 1 favorites Night Moves By: DeadlyNyghtshayde The air was very cool for a late spring night; Val shivered and chided herself for wearing the tight black mini-skirt without even the benefit of pantyhose. She pulled at the long sleeves of her ivory button-down blouse, wishing for a sweater and some socks on her feet instead of just the casual canvas slip-on shoes. But this was only the third time she'd gone out since her depressing break-up, and even though her date was her best friend in the whole world, she had still wanted to look nice. "Do you want to walk out on the pier?" Jordan asked her, brushing a lock of his sun golden hair out of his blue-grey eyes. When Val nodded, he gently took her arm, being chivalrous. But when his hand touched her, she felt his warmth through her blouse and goosebumps rose all over her body. This had been happening between them all night long; anytime one touched the other, sparks seemed to ignite, causing them both to blush and glance away. While this wasn't entirely a first-time occurrence--Val suspected that the two friends had been mildly attracted to one another for many years--it seemed to be the first time that they both seemed to recognize it for what it was…and perhaps for the first time not fight it. So, she welcomed his touch and moved closer, brushing her side against his long black trench coat. All around her, her long auburn hair flew in the wind. Val pulled away long enough to take the hair tie from around her wrist--a strange habit from college--and tied her hair back in an impromptu ponytail. She knew it couldn't look too good since she didn't have a brush with her, but at least it wouldn't tangle too badly. They made their way to the lengthy wood and concrete pier in silence; they'd been friends so long that they didn't have to fill every moment with conversation. And in truth, they already knew everything about each other. Well, almost everything. Val had never told Jordan that she masturbated while thinking about him…his gentleness and his attractiveness…and likewise for Jordan. They knew each other's every fantasy well, save those they secretly had about each other. The time had never seemed right to discuss those. Most of the time, one or both had a boy or girlfriend and when they were single, they just didn't seem to get to that part of their lives in any of their conversations. Light shone down and guided their passage across the initial stretch of pier, which led out to the above-water platform where a few people night-fished. Jordan briefly wondered how successful they were at their catches. Finally they neared the end of the pier, and suddenly, Val stepped in front of her best friend and playfully stopped so that he'd bump into her. Briefly, his pelvic area brushed her ass--which was her intention--and she giggled. "Oh! So you want to play that way, huh?" Jordan asked, a mischievous tone to his musical voice. He reached out and grasped Val's waist, tickling her with his long fingers. Once again, she laughed--somewhat girlishly--and grabbed his hands into her own. But instead of letting go or moving away from him, she actually pulled him up closer behind her. This wasn't an unusual embrace for them, so Jordan easily wrapped his arms around her midsection and allowed her to hold onto him as they moved to one end of the pier. But the light above them was out, casting nothing but a secluded darkness over them and setting them apart from the fishers on the pier with them. And in this dim lighting, this embrace took on a whole new feeling for him. He could feel her warmth through her clothes and his, and he suddenly felt his crotch tighten and strain in his black cotton pants. Once again, they were silent, gazing out at the active water. When Val leaned back against him, Jordan rested his chin on her shoulder; he could smell her. Beneath her perfume, he could sense her true musk. The natural her. It was intoxicating, and he found himself longing to be closer to it. At the very source. But he also thought that it would probably never happen. While he was mulling over fantasies and impossibilities, Val snuggled closer against him, reaching around to pull his trenchcoat partially around her to guard her from the crisp air. But it also blocked them almost completely from the view of the others on the pier. Casually, she held his hands, which were still around her waist and moved them slowly up until she had them on her silk-clad chest; she closed her eyes, enjoying the pressure of his hands. She smiled to herself when she heard Jordan gasp quietly in surprise. But he didn't move his hands away either. Instead, he began rubbing her chest, the silk of her blouse smooth and cool, and his fingers found the small pearl buttons; expertly, he unbuttoned the first four. Val purred softly as she felt his fingers pushing aside her lace bra and teasing her already erect nipples, his hands cupping her small, round breasts. His hands felt good on her skin, and she pushed forward into them, encouraging his caresses. All the while, she held onto the wood railing with her right hand and reached around with her left until it found the crotch of his pants. She could feel him already straining to be free from the restraint o f material. With a hungry smile, Val unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out into the open. The cold air managed to get in past his coat and between them and made it jump a bit, but she warmed him by wrapping her fingers around the shaft and rubbing it up and down for friction. Jordan buried his face into her shoulder and muffled an ecstatic moan into the warmth of her neck. He bucked his hips against her hand, almost losing control. Quickly, he moved his hands down her torso until he felt the slickness of the spandex skirt. Without warning, he pulled the elastic material up to her waist and brushed his fingers over the satin of her underwear; Val eagerly rubbed back over his fingers, urging him with whimpers to proceed. She moved her left hand to the railing beside the right, as if she knew she needed to hold herself up. Jordan pulled the soft, now soaking material away from her crotch, tangling his fingers briefly into the curling hair. He sighed as he moved past the first folds of warm flesh and when she came all over his hand just from that touch, he thought he would not be able to hold it much longer himself. But he held on, and while two fingers of his right hand found their way into her ready cunt, he grasped himself with his left. Making sure she was standing comfortably, Jordan bent her forward a bit and nudged his hard-on past her backside to her wetness. His right fingers now curled around the crotch of her underwear as his left guided his cock into her cunt; with a hard push, he was inside her to the hilt and both had to bite their tongues to keep from crying out. While Val held onto the railing tightly, Jordan rocked his hips as hard as he could without being obvious to those around them; his left hand grasped her waist for extra leverage and his other hand moved backup to fondle her tits. As his movements became more frenzied, he pinched her nipples roughly for emphasis, and he heard Val make soft sounds of approval. She pushed back against him as much as she could, feeling her cum flood his length and down her thighs. The two carried on this embrace for as long as they could until Jordan couldn't stand it any longer. He knew Val had climaxed; he could feel it shaking through her to his very core. Finally, he gave in to his own and came silently, once again suppressing any sounds against her shoulder. Both trembled against each other for a moment, quiet except for their heavy breathing. After a while, Jordan spoke up, "What do you say we go somewhere to get cleaned up? Before someone realizes what just happened here." Val laughed, quickly straightening her clothing and buttoning her blouse. "Good idea. Let's go to my place. We wouldn't want to disturb your roommate…" She paused and turned to face him. There was a wicked glint in her dark brown eyes. "…and I've got whipped cream." Jordan tried to stifle a sound that was both a laugh and a cheer. He quickly, and carefully, zipped up his pants then grabbed Val's hand and ran toward his car. Night Moves What was I thinking, running into a library this late at night? Problem is, I didn't have a choice. She was on my tail, pretty much literally. Friggin' full moon, anyway. Slipped my mind, honestly. Luckily, none of the lights had come on. Cheap security. Maybe that meant I wouldn't have to deal with cops as well as a Hunter. "Come now, loup." her voice came through the window I had broken through. "Hiding in the dark? That's not going to help." I could almost hear the smile in her voice. "I'm not afraid of the dark." "Be afraid of what's in the dark, chere," I called back, looking for any any advantage I could get over a woman about half my size carrying a gun. I growled low and moved quietly up the ramp toward science fiction and fantasy. I heard her chasing me, her breathing still normal, her heart rate still steady. I grabbed the first large book I found, dug my claws into it, spun, ducked her first shot and launched the book, 'The complete Works of Isaac Asimov,' and heard her bounce into the wall to dodge it. I grabbed two more books and threw them, one slamming into the wall behind her and the other hit her arm, but not her gun arm. Another shot went off, a bit high, causing a dusting of plaster to fall from the ceiling. I threw everything I could reach, from Spider Williams to Douglas Adams. Then, I came up with a plan. I threw one book but waiting a fraction of a second before throwing the second. I threw that one low. The first had been at her head, which she deflected with her arm the other was at one of the weak spots in her armor: her ankles. I heard the smack of book spine on bone and heard her cry out, firing a wild shot, her third, as she rolled behind a row of shelves for cover. Perfect. I turned and pushed the shelf next to me, putting all of my five hundred and some odd pounds of body weight behind it. It went over like a domino, just like every one that followed. She screamed and scrambled, but I could tell which direction. I ran, looking for an easy way out. Not that another window wouldn't work, but I did have consideration for the people who'd have to clean this up. Her gun went off and a shot whizzed by my ear. I turned and she was hauling herself out from under the collapsed shelving, gun in one hand, pulling with the other. What a woman. And to think that at one point, we had been lovers. Then the damned Scent kicked in. We had been dating for a while when we decided to become intimate. I was worried about telling her what I was, but she seemed to just brush off my attempts to explain, saying whatever it was, we'd figure it out when we came to it. We spent hours exploring each other's bodies with hands, fingers and mouths. As we lay together, sweat sticking a sheet to us, she suddenly screamed and grabbed her head. She rolled off the bed, thumping to the floor and began puking her dinner onto the carpet. I sighed and put my head in my hands, having seen this reaction before. She had felt, for the very first time, the Scent. Her mind was overwhelmed with all of the olfactory input that comes with being a Hunter. We was buffeting her the most right then was my scent. We have a pretty strong smell, that usually undetectable to humans but readily available to others of my kind and to the Hunters. I let her go until she had nothing left in her stomach and then watched as she passed out. I picked her up on my shoulder and walked out the door to the balcony. I took in the night air with a deep breath and leapt into the darkness, changing in mid-jump. A few minutes later, minutes I spent questioning my decision, I brought her to the doorstep of the Refuge, home of the Hunters. I was definitely on enemy turf. As I lay her on the stoop, the door opened and I jumped back, claws ready, fangs bared, but they were just Brothers. These two were part of the unarmed, holy branch of the Hunters. "We smelled you coming, Beast. Why bring us this one?" "She has the Scent. She will make you another fine Hunter." They looked at each other and gently lifted her and took her inside , the door shutting behind them. And not even an invitation for a drink. How rude. They trained her, taught her to use her gists. They trained her in hand-to-hand combat, evasion, hunting, firearms. Everything it took to kill us. She learned very well. Which brings us back to the library. Another shot cracked, taking one of the library computers out in a shower of sparks. That was shot number four. I was definitely counting. I turned and bounded up the stars to my left on all fours and headed to the second floor. As I reached the top of the stairs, I spied a book cart that someone had forgotten to put away. I lifted it over mu head and waiting for her to show so I could cave her skull in. Well, it was either her or me. I waited a full ten seconds, knowing she had been right behind me. I realized something was wrong. I hadn't hurt her that bad. Yet. That was when I heard the ding of the elevator. She rolled out, snapping off another quick shot. It hit the cart in my hands and threw it backwards. She wasn't using a woman's little purse fun. As I stood there stunned, she leveled the barrel at me. "This is it, loup. It ends here." She pulled the trigger as I dove to my left, into the stacks. Cat and mouse began again. Books countered bullets. Ducks covered dodges. This went on for what seemed like a small eternity. Then, luck favored me. As, fast as I am, I can't evade everything. She managed to graze my arm with a slug. I kept trying to escape, but she was blocking the windows. She knew this and pressed her advantage by rounding a corner and running full speed at me. She just didn't see the stool in the aisle. She his the ground hard, the gun bouncing from her grip as it hit the floor. It stopped by my feet. She started coughing, trying to get air back in her lungs. As any predator worth his salt would do, I took advantage. I crawled up to her, keeping an eye out for any tricks. I rolled her onto her back and clamped my hand around her throat, my claws digging into the soft flesh. I grabbed the collar of her armor and pulled, the straps snapping. I tossed the armor away and instinctively fought to protect her throat. That wasn't what I was after, though. Using my knee to hold down her arm, I tore the waist of her pants and ripped downward, revealing her crotch. I could smell her getting wet. Some people are full of surprises. When she realized what I was after, she doubled her efforts to get loose. Not that it did any good. I leaned close to her face and growled low. Her top lip pulled back from her teeth, showing her fighting spirit. I released her throat and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up so she could see what I was going to use to take what I wanted. Before the change, I was average. After the change...well, let's just say that that there was something about being a 'bigger' man. I went from an average six or so inches to a full ten inches with proportional girth, almost six inches around. She was going to get every inch. She was getting her first look, her jaw hanging open, her struggles ceasing. I forced my knee between her thighs and shoved them apart. She quickly gained her composure and started fighting back, aiming blows at my throat, my eyes, my nose, anywhere she knew I was sensitive. I could pretty much ignore her attacks, given my strength. I reached down and grabbed her left leg just below the knee and forced it back by her shoulder and leaned into her, my engorged cockhead against her wetness. A silent scream forming her mouth into an 'o' as I started to stretch her out. I leaned down and looked into her eyes, growling low. She stared back, her face a mixture of pain and lust. She whispered, "Take me, loup. Make me yours." I pushed into her slowly, letting her adjust to my size. She whimpered quietly, a testament to her strength. Inch by agonizing inch crept into her pussy, finally reaching bottom, the base of my cock against her clitoris. I withdrew just as slowly, her muscles closing up behind me. She sighed as I almost popped out, but then screamed as I shoved half the length back in in one stroke. I held still and she adapted, so I crammed every last inch of my rod into her. I began power stroking into her hole, a small cry escaping her lips with each powerful thrust. I felt a spasm run through her body and then she began to shake, her whole body trying to contort as she had the fastest orgasm I'd ever given her. It lasted a full minute, her eyes rolled back and her breath catching in her throat. As she came back down, I continued thrusting, rocking her whole body with each stroke. I grunted with the force, matching her whimpers one for one. I had never felt such power, throwing almost all caution to the wind as I pounded her. I felt my load starting to rise and was almost caught off guard as her right hand came up off the floor, a silver dagger clenched in her fist aimed at my heart. I barely managed to get my arm up in time, but I swatted the knife away and heard it clatter on the floor. With a snarl, I grabbed her throat in my hand and laid into her with almost everything I had, not caring if I broke bones or not. As I felt my cock start to explode, I let go of her neck and clamped onto it with my teeth, tearing out a chunk of her skin as my sperm erupted into her. My virus-carrying saliva mixed with her wound and I knew it was only a matter of minutes until she was turned. I looked down at her, both hands pressed to her neck to staunch the blood, a losing battle, though her now changing blood would take care of that. I crept away and grabbed her gun from the floor, taking a moment with it before bringing it back and tossing it down next to her head. "You only have a moment, chere. Use it." "Why," she asked. "Because at one point, we loved each other." I turned and started to walk away. I heard the dry click of the hammer on an empty chamber. "And then you tried to kill me," I said quietly as I continued walking. The clicks continued as I left. When I reached the ground floor, she wailed, venting her anger and her sadness. When I reached the pavement outside, I let the unspent bullets drop to the ground with a clink. After taking a deep breath, I hurried off into the night, knowing that this wasn't over. Night Moves The cooling breeze of twilight wrapped around his arms while the warmness of his arms wrapped around hers. The day was over now, and the two sat in a comfortable embrace to welcome the night's expansive sky, she leaning back on his strong frame as he toyed with the idea of grazing the underside of her breasts with the back of his lazy hand. Sensing the thoughts growing in his head, she shifted her body so that she could feel his growing appreciation for the moment in the small of her back. This allowed him to nestle into the soft spot right above where the cheeks begin to separate, each trailing off into wondrous arcs, the lines of which he had traced many times with his fingertips and many more when alone with his fantasies. The two had come to the park that evening with no intentions other than to watch the evening's stars fade into view, and with that design, they had laid down a blanket at a flat spot on top of a small hill and opened a bottle of wine. That bottle now lay discarded beside them, and he was not alone in realizing that the rest of the park seemed to have become deserted in the time it had taken to finish it. He leaned forward and began to nibble on the back of her ear, while his now active hand found the fullness of her breast. "Mmmm," she purred, and let out a small laugh. "Did you have to get me drunk to think you could make a move like that in public?" "Well, one, you're not quite drunk, and two, I don't think this is really public anymore," he whispered into her ear, one hand continuing to explore unabated as the other gestured to their apparent solitude. She arched her back slightly to allow him freer access, her nipples beginning to harden with both anticipation and the steadily chilling air. Her goose bumps could be attributed to either, but were probably more directly connected to his moist breath on her earlobes. "That's not exactly poetry," she teased. "But the logic seems good enough." She turned her head so that her lips could reach those that been caressing her ear and raising the hairs on the back of her neck. Her heartbeat sped a little as their lips locked, and her hand began to drift down to the leg of his jeans. He continued to fondle her breast over the outside of her dress, now using both hands as they cupped her perky Cs, tender yet firm in his desire towards her matching and yielding flesh. Their mouths opened slightly to allow their tongues to explore eachother, and she rocked her ass gently so that the base of his enlarged penis could now sit easily between the tops of her cheeks. Their breath was faster now and shared, although the rest of their movements remained slow if less than deliberate. "The night seems to be ours," he said, breaking their kiss for a moment. With a grin, he added, "What in the world could we think of to do, all alone, out here under the cover of darkness?" "Like you said, Brett, I'm not quite drunk yet," she responded with a smile. "Besides, it doesn't look we're all alone anymore." She nodded towards the base of the hill. Sure enough, another couple had just begun walking into their area of the park with what looked like a blanket and drinks, although it appeared to be coffee instead of wine. From a distance, it looked as if he was blindfolded and she was his guide. "We can wait them out," Brett said, slightly perturbed about the disruption, but not in the least dissuaded from his aims. "No," she said. "We've already been out here for a while. Besides, I think I'm ready to move this party indoors." She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with intended meaning. "Let's just wait a minute or two," he said, studying the area below. "There's no reason to hurry. Besides, we don't want them to see us leaving and think they drove us off." The girl at the bottom of the hill had unfolded and laid down the blanket, while the guy, who was blindfolded, stood holding the coffees until she gently helped him sit down and gave him a kiss. When she took off the blinders, the couple above could hear him laughing. "Looks like they're doing pretty much the same thing we are," she said. "Only she had him wear a blindfold." "That could be fun when we get home," he chuckled as he slightly tickled her side. She edged her side away but leaned further into him. "What do you think, Deb? You want me to blindfold you tonight?" "No, I want to see everything that goes on or in," she said coyly. Still focused on the couple below, she didn't realize that Brett's hand was still cupping her breasts until his fingers trickled over her nipple. It sent a chain reaction up her spine and down her thighs, hitting all the points between. Not wanting the moment or sensation to end, she easily decided that a few more minutes couldn't hurt. Besides, the newly arrived couple had obviously not noticed them when they sat down, and now they were facing the opposite direction, sharing the same skyline as she and Brett. She leaned back again to kiss him, her way of letting him now that outdoor fun wasn't quite over. Despite the cool air, he could feel her body heating up through her dress as the kiss intensified. With their eyes closed, neither had seen the couple below moving into a more comfortable position, with him laying on his back and her head resting on his arm. By the time Deb broke the kiss, the other couple had entered into a similarly passionate moment. "Must be something in the air," Brett said, now noting the other two. As he watched, he could see the couple pressing their bodies into eachother, individual cells trying to occupy the same space. They were completely clothed, but he knew that their night would probably end much the same way as he expected his night to end with Deb, with the exchanging of atoms and electrical impulses, with the soft violence and ecstasy of uncontrollable muscle spasms. Now, both he and Deb watched as the newcomer's hands began to caress his girlfriend's hips and ass through her jeans, tracing the waistline and the sensitive skin between the hem and the bottom of her t-shirt. Brett's hand nearly mimicked the other's movements, as he stretched his arm lower to reach the hemline of Deb's dress, already perched precariously over her knees in their position. The advantage to the dress over jeans, he thought to himself, is that the sensitive skin only continues as the hand dances up the thigh. Deb, more than less ticklish, felt her nerve endings attempt to contract and expand at the same time as he began to move the dress up slightly. Rather than coming out as an uncontrolled laugh or squeal, she felt her response materialize as an eager tingle between her thighs. She wanted to be touched. There. Her hands inched their way up Brett's jeans in response. She also wanted to touch, to feel with her hands what she could only feel now through the layers of fabric separating his groin from her creamy flesh. Still, she thought that even through those layers, she could feel him throbbing behind her. As one of his hands pushed the limits of the tail end of her dress, Brett's other massaged her upper arm, as much an attempt at counting the goose bumps in bulk as it was to lessen the restraints on her breasts by lowering the straps of both her dress and her bra to a more manageable position further down to her triceps. Sensing the eventuality, she helped with a slight shimmy to ease the straps of both shoulders down. The front of the dress now hung loosely, as did the cups of her bra. If he would have peered down her neck, Brett may have seen the cusps of Deb's areolas tasting the night sky. What would have been a taste for his eyes, though, he had planned as a feast for his hands, the one that had been on her arm returning to feel the emancipated space above the lace and below her collarbone. More shivers. In her mind, Deb pleaded for him to go further in both directions, up and down. This was sweet torture on her erogenous zones, the scope of which seemed to be steadily expanding to encase everywhere he granted to touch: her lips, her knee, her cheek. A shared subconscious intensified the gentle rocking which was urging his penis closer to one of her more traditionally sensitive areas. With every movement the base of his member edged deeper and deeper between her cheeks. Though completely engaged in anticipation and desire for eachother, Brett and Deb had collectively and silently included the scene unfolding beneath them into the eroticism of the evening. Like their love and lust, their voyeurism was also shared and equally appreciated. Both watched as the man below slipped his hand, palm down, into the girl's jeans just underneath the zipper. Both saw the flash of white fabric tented above his knuckles and below the denim, letting them know that his fingers were directly stimulating her flesh underneath her panties; and both noted her response of slightly separating her legs to allow him more room for exploration. She bucked slightly as he hit home. With each movement below, Deb felt increasingly frustrated by Brett's slow and agonizing pace. One hand was still perched centimeters away from her nipples, while the other was only grazing the bone of her hip. It was torture, and Brett knew all too well exactly how mad he was driving her. She couldn't take it anymore. "I need you like that," Deb begged, grabbing Brett's hand on her thigh and pulling it eagerly to the crotch of her panties, which he felt were soaking as his fingers were pressed firmly into them. "Unghh, yesss," Deb moaned on the contact. Brett began to aggressively massage her clit and her pussy lips through the cotton fabric. "Is that what you want?" he whispered in her ear with the same hot breath that already had her quivering. "Yes," she responded breathlessly, losing herself. Brett's fingers had spread so that the middle two were rubbing either side of her clit while the index and pinky teased the edge of her panties as they met the innermost hollow of her thighs. "Do you want me to touch you like he's touching her?" he asked. "Please," she said. "I want you to…" Deb leaned back and opened her legs further. Below, it seemed obvious that the man's fingers were now penetrating his girlfriend as his palm pushed into the sensitive area above her opening. While they locked lips, Deb and Brett saw as the girl unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans to reveal the white fabric undulating with his movements. "Do you want me…to…finger…you?" Brett asked between nibbles of her earlobe. "Ungh huh," she sighed. Brett immediately pushed the fabric out of the way, and his middle finger slid into her pussy fully to his third knuckle, sucked in by her folds and the growing lubrication. She responded by thrusting her pelvis forward to meet him, to take him as deep as his finger could go. He began plunging in and out as fervently as he could, she mirroring his movements to get the maximum contact. "Yes. Yes. Like that," she cooed. Above and below, the girls were blissfully writhing almost uniformly under the assault of their companions' digits. Deb opened her eyes to see her counterpart trying her best to reach down her boyfriend's jeans, a process hindered by both his belt and his gyrating hips, not to mention her own state of euphoria. Just undo the belt and pull him out, Deb thought, realizing that what she wanted was more than Brett's hand to provide her own pleasure. In that same instant, his finger hit a sweet spot, making Deb gasp, and she tilted her head back so that it now rested on Brett's shoulder. In response, Brett began kissing down her neck, maintaining pressure and speed with his one hand pistoning into her, while the hand that had been caressing the tops of her breast slid in underneath her bra to cup her fully. He felt a hardened nipple between his fingers, and slightly pinched it between them. Deb raised her arms up and above her head to grab the back of Brett's neck, pulling his lips to hers as she tilted her body sideways. With her arms raised and her dress hiked all the way up to her hips, Brett sensed the moment building to something even more risqué, if Deb would allow it. Without a word, he removed both his hands from inside her underwear to grab the bottom of her dress, pulling it to her waist in front and to the ground beneath her. In a gesture of consent, she lifted herself inches above the ground, and the dress was above her head and lying beside them in one smooth motion. "Isn't this indecent exposure?" she asked innocently, putting up only a token fight after the fact, her entire body reacting to the newfound freedom with the same goosebumps only her arms had exhibited moments before. "No more than a bathing suit," Brett responded with only token reasoning. If they were caught, there was no arguing their predicament. Somehow, though, the possibility of getting caught only made the desire more intense for both of them. Only a moment after moving his hands back to their original position, Deb suddenly made a command decision. She pulled away, and in two quick maneuvers, her bra and panties lay on top of her dress. "Why wear a bathing suit when skinny dipping is so much fun?" she asked, now facing him, kneeling. Brett's eyes were wild with carnal lust. He had never imagined that Deb would be so daring. Deb, for her part, hadn't been naked outdoors since she was a little girl, and the thrill of it had her dripping with an animalistic appetite. She bit her lip, and jutted her hips to one side. "Care to dive in?" she beckoned. No sooner had the words come out of her mouth than Brett was upon her, his hands and mouth reaching for any part of her flesh that they could achieve; trying to draw her into them, trying to become one with her. They fell back onto the blanket with Deb on her back and Brett on top of her. Brett kissed and sucked and licked and nibbled his way down her body, worshipping each curve and hollow as their loyal and entranced subject. Deb desperately tried to reestablish pressure on her aching clit by pushing her pelvis against the torso positioned between her legs, to no great satisfaction. His tongue and lips weaved a trail down to her belly-button and below. He stopped briefly at her abs and over the jutting bones of her hips as her ass raised off the blanket where she could feel on her skin the pine needles matted below the checkered cloth. He paused at the small patch of hair she kept neatly trimmed, inhaling her aphrodisiacal aroma as it intermingled with the surrounding scents of pine and summer grass. She thrashed, urging him to move those precious few inches, even centimeters down. Still, he hesitated, his warm breath hovering just over her pleasure spots. Unable to stand it any longer, Deb grabbed the back of his head and forced him down to her, digging her fingernails into his scalp as she ground herself onto his lips and tongue. Brett had been hoping for, if not expecting, this reaction. He knew that Deb's lust had overtaken her, that she was past the point of any return, not to mention past the point of decorum. She was begging for him to release her orgasm, and he was happy to oblige. With short strokes of his tongue, he grazed over her clit, and then alternated by pressing his lips and tongue down to create maximum contact while she pushed her groin to him. With his fingers, he worked the outside of her pussy lips rather than inserting them, or if he went in, it was only to the depth of his fingertips no further than his first knuckle. The middle and index finger ran the length of her pussy walls on either side of her opening, lightly up to where his tongue was working, to rest on either side of her clit, and then with slightly more force back down the length of her to rest on the smooth part of her skin between her pussy and asshole. Deb was in ecstasy. She felt every nerve tingling and pulsing. She knew that her orgasm was close, and that it was going to be mind blowing. She kept her hands on his hair, now massaging his skin as she pushed him to her pelvis, rocking herself to the rhythm of his tongue. Her head rolled back, and her nipples pointed to the stars as she arched her back, her muscles beginning to tense up and she came closer and closer to delivery. When Brett flattened his tongue to create long broad strokes that went down to meet his fingers as they came up, a moan escaped her lips that was slightly louder than she expected. Can the others hear us? she thought, her heart skipping a beat. She realized unexpectedly that she actually hoped so. She moaned again with a little more volume when Brett rolled his tongue to enter her hole. "Oh, god!" she whispered. "Please fuck me with your tongue. That feels so good inside me." Brett obeyed, entering into her with long strokes, sticking his tongue into her as far as he could as his fingers spread apart her lips. At each stroke, when his tongue came out, he would run it the short distance to the hood of her clit across the bundle of nerves in between. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck yes! Unnngghh!" she whimpered, her hips raised off the ground. She had stopped rocking as her orgasm was about to overtake her. No longer needing to apply any pressure to Brett's head, her fingers let go grasp only air on either side of her hips. Her whole body tensed. With her pussy well lubricated, Brett pushed his two fingers that had been on either side of her lips into her along with his tongue, pushing up and back to try and tickle her G-spot. She gasped when he arrived. And then it hit. "I'm cumming!" she announced to the world, nearly screaming the words before they dissolved into guttural moans and pants. She had never experienced an orgasm like this before. She didn't know it existed. Rather than starting at her clit or inside her vagina, it seemed to originate in her abdomen, or the base of her spine, or maybe her thighs, or even the backs of knees. It was everywhere, running the length of her body like a wave in a hurricane. It was aimless and origin-less, and she was doing everything she could just to hang on. All of her muscles contracted. Her pupils dilated fully, so that the stars above her seemed to light up the night sky, light years closer to her than they were seconds ago. These are the fireworks, she thought somewhat incoherently. Then, her eyes rolled to the back of her head before her body collapsed back to the blanket. Still pulsating, she closed her legs tightly on Brett's hand, as if to bottle the aftershocks of an earthquake. He had felt her walls clamp down on him, and the initial vibrations, but from the way her whole body had seized and shuddered, he knew that this orgasm had been more intense than what his fingers could only guess was going on inside her. A flood of juices had been released, joining his saliva and her earlier lubrication as it began to trickle down into the crack of her ass. Deb held onto the back of his hand, pressing it against her as he pulled out. Laying down and looking off to her side, she could see the couple at the bottom of the hill still motioning as if they were completely unaware of what had just happened only yards away. By this time, the girl's hand was now well inside her boyfriend's pants. She had found her way in through the zipper, and was jacking him off with no lubrication as he continued fingering her. Get naked, Deb thought and smiled to herself. That will speed things up. Brett had moved up to lay down beside her, resting on his elbow and propping up his head as he kept his other hand beneath hers above her pussy. He could feel the heat emanating from there as he leaned in to kiss her. She turned to face him, opened her mouth, and entwined her tongue with his, tasting her own juices on his lips. "That was amazing," she said when the kiss broke, as she looked into his eyes. "I've never felt anything like it before." Night Moves "Just here to help, ma'am," Brett joked. "I'm glad you appreciate the work. Be sure to recommend us to your friends." He kissed her again. "Seriously, this whole night has been amazing," he added. "You're wonderful." It was then that Deb realized that at least one of them was dressed inappropriately for the occasion, as she was lying completely naked, and he hadn't even loosened his belt. We'll have to correct that, now, won't we? she thought. She motioned to the other couple with her eyes. "That reminds me…," she said, and then she reached over to feel his rock hard dick straining against his jeans. "…and that reminds me… that someone is still a little overdressed for skinny dipping." "Maybe I'm just a little shy…" he started to say, but Deb had already started the processes of undoing his pants before he got the words out. Brett wasn't going to put up much of an argument, and in what seemed like record time, she had unbuttoned his pants and carefully unzipped his jeans over his bulging and throbbing crotch. "That's better," she said as his dick emerged for the first time through the opening in his boxers. She gracefully moved her fingers along the underside, feeling the smoothness and softness of the skin and the ridges that felt so good inside her. Applying almost no pressure, as if she were tickling him, she ran her index finger down to the base and back up to the head, pausing for a second at the nerve center on the underside where the head joins the shaft. His penis gave a quick jerk when she did that, so she gently rubbed the area with both her index and middle finger. "What in the world could we think of to do, all alone, in this darkness," she whispered into his ear. "I certainly don't think the others are going to object. I don't think they've even noticed us all the way up here." As she spoke the words, she wrapped her hand entirely around him, and began to stroke him slowly. She gave him a playful and innocent look, asking for him to take the lead, asking for him to tell her how she could help provide the same kind of pleasure that she had just received. "I want to be inside you," he said honestly, with no hesitation. "I want to be as deep inside you as I can be." With that, she pushed him onto his back and moved so that she was straddling his legs. She grabbed his belt, jeans, and underwear all together in each hand and tugged. In the same gesture of consent as she had given earlier, he lifted he ass off the ground so that she could pull them below his hips. Then, he folded at the middle to ease the passage of the boxers off and over his steel hard dick. At the same time, in a fairly acrobatic move, he grabbed the back of his shirt and lifted it over his head. "There," she said. "Now we're both ready to swim." She was now straddling his groin as he sat up, his arms wrapped around her lower back for leverage. They were both completely naked, and the end of his dick was nestling just underneath the ridges of her clitoral hood. If either had wanted to, he could have slid in to the hilt in a quick movement, but she was intent on teasing him in much the same manner as he had teased her. She gyrated her body slightly so that his cock would move between her opening and her clit, the piss-hole just barely touching it as she slid down. The area was still extremely sensitive, but this sensation wasn't unpleasant. In fact, her body was warming up again for another round. She could feel his hands on her back trying to draw her onto him, but she used the strength of her thighs to maintain just the right distance. "I know what you're doing," he said with a cocked grin. "Turnabout is fair play, I guess; but my hunch is that you want this as much as I do." Willing to let her play her game because he knew that she was eager enough to return the favor, he decided that he would try to turn up the heat on his own. The hands that he had been using to press her towards him started to massage her lower back, dipping down between her cheeks every time they met in the middle. With each rotation, they dipped a little further and further, until he could tell that she was leaning into him to give him better access. His dick was still no closer to her, but her ass was now raised. He knew that she loved to have her asshole touched when she was in the right kind of mood, even licked on occasion. She seemed to be in that mood. His hands stopped their pretense, and grabbed fully onto her ass cheeks, the middle and index fingers reaching into the area between. Rather than pulling them apart, he separated the flesh just enough so that his fingers could reach target as the moved further and further down. Losing a little of her resistance, he felt the walls of her pussy encase the head of his penis. His middle fingers were almost to the outside of her anal rim, and he could feel all of the lubrication that had worked its way into the area earlier as he got closer and closer. His palms massaged the cheeks, and her thighs weakened again so that he had almost a third of his dick inside her. Both were now rocking with the rhythm she had started earlier. Finally, his fingers reached the opening, and he grazed over it, expecting to feel the area closed and puckered tightly. Instead, the lubrication and their combined excitement seemed to have made everything more pliable and welcoming. Deb sighed as soon as he touched her there. She rotated her hips as his fingers stayed stationary, each of them now lining the outside of her asshole. The motion had the combined effect of putting pressure on every part of her anal rim, further lubricating the area, and sinking her more than halfway down his dick. She knew that in a second she would be fucking him with reckless abandon. Already, the dick felt like a welcome homecoming. For now, though, she was content just to keep this motion going, her anal excitement bringing about the glimmer of another orgasm brewing within her. His lips were next to her ear. "Do you like having your asshole touched?" he whispered. "Yes," she whispered back. He pushed all four fingers just a little, not enough to penetrate, but enough to open her a little further. "What do you like about it?" he asked, knowing that if there had been a game earlier, he was definitely winning now, as she continued sliding millimeter after millimeter down his cock. "I like the way it feels," she said, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation. "It reminds me of how full I feel when you're inside me." Now his fingers pulled back, stretching the opening so that she could feel the hollow and touch of air. "Inside your pussy?" he asked. "Yes," she responded, and now she was playing a new game. "But also when you're inside my asshole. I love the way my ass feels so full when you stick your dick in me." "I want to fill you," he whispered. "Can I fill you? Do you want to be filled?" In one burst, he pulled her towards him, impaling her greedy pussy as she came to rest upon his balls. He could feel a new wave of wetness seeping down onto them from her cunt. They both grunted with appeased desire when their pelvic bones touched. "Yes! Fill me," she half whispered, half hissed. "I want to fuck you in your ass," he panted. "Yes! Fuck my asshole!" She jumped off of him quickly, and turned around so that she was in a kneeling position facing away from him. There was never a time that she had wanted more for him to enter her through her rear passage. It seemed as though all of the nerves that had been excited in her clit and pussy earlier were now pulsing in her anus. He got up on his knees behind her, placing his dick at her entrance and moving her hips down a little so that they were lined up perfectly. "Go slow?" She asked, although she knew that he was always considerate when they did this, never going any faster or further than she was comfortable with. "Of course," he replied, knowing this was no good unless it was pleasurable for both of them. What neither had expected was that it wouldn't even be an issue. As soon as he started to push the head into the opening of her asshole, it sucked him up greedily. The combined lubrication and stretching he had done only seconds ago, along with her earlier orgasm, seemed to have made her the couple's condition and readiness perfect. Still trying to go slow, he pushed slightly and steadily waiting for her to show any sign of discomfort. There was none. Instead, she felt only the pleasurable sensation of having her well lubricated asshole stretched out as it clamped around the stiff cock invading deeper and deeper into her. He felt the incredible tightness and warmth of her rectal walls and muscles as they contracted around his member, threatening to squeeze his orgasm out even before he was as deep as he could be. In one push, he was there. They both groaned. "This is the furthest you've ever been inside me," she breathed. "You feel so good," he responded. Slowly, he began withdrawing. Inch by inch, he pulled out, she drawing her breath as he moved backwards. She immediately felt an emptiness in every area he evacuated. God, she needed to be filled. "No, no, no," she whimpered. "Put it back." He withdrew until only the ridge behind the head remained inside, it stretching the rim of her asshole almost imperceptibly, but something she clearly felt. In a slightly faster thrust than the first, he plunged back into her depths. "Uuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhh," she let loose. "God, that feels good." They could both feel orgasms brewing rapidly within them. Again, he withdrew, faster this time. He paused, teasing her rim, and slid back easily and fully into her asshole. Her arms grew weak with pleasure, as she faltered slightly and leaned forward. "Yes!" she said, in part to reassure him "Fuck me. I love the way your cock feels in my asshole!" He thrust faster now. And again. And again. "Your ass is fantastic! It's so tight! I don't ever want to leave your asshole!" "Don't stop fucking my ass! Please! Please! Cum inside my ass!" Her head was now lolling from side to side, as he penetrated her repeatedly, both losing control with bestial sensuality. She arched her back so that her head reared back towards him. He clutched her by the waist, pulling her up to him. As her arms left the ground, he held her, grabbing and clawing at her breasts, her nipples. There was no gentleness in their movements, although there was no unwelcome roughness, either. These were the throws of passion, and both were fully lost in them. In one last thrust, semen burst through his cock, invading the depths of her bowels. He pushed as deeply into her as he could, and she received him willingly. It was an animalistic tryst, and he had a singularly untamed release as he came. It began with a feeling of pure pleasure, the absence of any other feeling. This was accompanied by the absence of any coherent thought. He was returned to his carnal and primal roots, and he let out a jungle yell to accompany the most memorable orgasm he had ever had. In the next moment, the two collapsed in a sweaty heap, with him on top of her. There were seconds of countless time before either of them made any motion, and then he carefully slipped himself out of her so that he could motion to bring his lips to hers. "You made me feel the most amazing I have ever felt," he said. "I'm glad I could return the favor." After a few seconds, they both realized where they were, and their blood ran as cold as the breeze over their naked bodies. "Oh my god, we were so loud!" she said worriedly. "I hope they didn't hear us." As the couple turned to look, they saw that the area below was empty. They saw headlights in the direction of the parking lot. "I guess there's nothing to worry about," he said. "Maybe they left too soon, or maybe we were quieter than we thought." As soon as he said those words, the horn associated with those headlights let out a blast of appreciative honks. "Maybe not," he said, smiled, and pulled her too him. Night Moves It is very late, and I am getting quite tired now, and bored. The sign outside on the bar promised 'Sexy Live Nude Girls - hot from Russia!", but they were all local girls tonight. Boring dances, unimaginative routines set to bad rap style music, not at all sexy or hot to me. The girls did not know how to tease, only strip off their boring bikini, and pose as though they were making a comedy. It was not sexy to me. I finished my drink and got up to leave as the dancer left the stage. Suddenly, a girl walked quickly by me to get to the stage. I saw her flash by me, and my blood raced, my heart quickened and my breaths came short as I began panting. I was getting aroused at the sight of her even now, as she stepped on the stage and turned around. She was gorgeous, her face was lit up by her smile, and her stance was strong, yet very provocative. I knew right away, she was from Russia, from the face that looked intelligent, yet playful, strong and confident, yet soft and inviting to be kissed, angled sharply high by the cheekbone, yet softened by the rich full lips that ached to be tasted and caressed by a wet tongue, and caressed by a warm kiss. I fell back to my chair and smiled at her, catching her attention. The other men, started to get up to leave, perhaps they had had enough fun tonight, perhaps they were not so enchanted by the Russian beauty I saw before me. I was her only patron tonight, alone with just her and the bartender. I ordered two 'Duck Fuck' drinks from the bartender as it is their specialty here. I thought I would like to toast to my lovely fantasy girl with a vodka cocktail from her homeland. The music started, a slow sensuous song, and she began to dance as if in a ballet. She moved gracefully and commanded my attention with her strong moves so magical that she looked as though she were made of the very air she moved through, ethereal and sweet. I was mesmerized by her, and I felt as though I was a part of her now, floating with her in the sweet air, softly scented by her womanly scent that did not need to be covered up with store bought perfume. The natural smell of her was so tantalizing to me I could pick it out from the harsh bar room odors, and it aroused me so much to see her and smell her like this. I smiled at her and she smiled teasingly back at me. The song ended, and I was sad for a moment, because I wanted her to dance like that forever. But soon a new song started, and my heart raced again. She would begin her slow sexy strip for me now. The tempo and rhythm of the song was quicker now, as was my heart beating for her in excitement of the dance she was performing for me. She was wearing a long flowing dress, bright red, and very sexy. Her movements across the stage were like a panther's, quick but calculated, perfectly balanced, and graceful. She slid her hands over her body, outlining the beautiful yet dangerous looking curves. She tempted me to taste her - but I could not move. I was paralyzed by her seduction of me, and I could not even blink I was so captured by her passionate presence in front of me. She mouthed to me "What is your name, baby?" I trembled as I spoke to her. "Josef... I am Josef... and I am yours!" gasping as I spoke to her, in awe of her presence. She lifted her skirt a little, and gyrated her hips to stimulate me. I was sweating as I watched her, and my breaths were coming slow and deep as I gasped to breathe in the hot steaming atmosphere of that club. She teased me by flashing her tantalizingly perfect tits at me, and drew a stiff nipple to her full luscious lips for a kiss, and a flick of her tongue, rubbing her slippery drool over the swollen nipple and making it glisten in the spot light. She slid her dress over her shoulders, and let it fall just under her cups, exposing her full aching tits, leaning toward me and pushing them together, making me imagine my thick cock rubbing on them, making them wet with my cock drool, and feeling her nipples on my sweaty balls. I had to unbuckle my pants, and slide my hand inside, massaging my throbbing cock as she teased me with her sweet dance. There is nothing else in the universe for me but her, right now, dancing only for me. "Last call!" the bartender sang out as she turned the deadbolt on the front door and locked up. No more patrons in tonight. The song came to an end and the lights went low. As the bartender left the room to go to the bathroom, she said to me in a whisper, "Be good baby, I'll be right back." "I'll be a perfect gentleman, don't worry, and don't hurry", I whispered back to her, winking. She smiled and winked back, "Elena's really got you hooked good, I see", she said grinning. So her name is Elena, I thought. How beautiful that name is to match her very soul. Elena... Elena... I played her name over and over in my mind, as I saw her approach me. The song started in a very slow, long sensuous rhythm that made me aroused for her. We were totally alone, as I knew the bartender would not be back and the doors were locked. Elena moved like a savage cat toward me, her eyes lit like tiny fires burning - torches flaming of her hot desire for me. I slid down in my chair, extending my lap for her, offering her my self as a throne for her to claim. She straddles my lap, standing tall over me in her 6" stiletto heels, naked except for her red bow lace up stockings. She leans in to my face with her hair flowing over me, covering me like a canopy of fine silk. I feel the heat pouring off her body, making me hot, like a furnace stoked to the limit, flames pouring out, burning me with intense lusty heat. She thirsts with a lust burning within her, and asks me for a drink. I offer the 'Duck Fuck' I bought earlier tonight, and we lustily gulp it down, the intoxicating vapors igniting our passion even further, the mix of the sexy potion is creating a dreamy sensation as we drop our inhibitions, and live moment by moment only for each other. Elena leans into me and is so close to my face, I can see into her eyes, and my reflection deep within them, as though she has captured my soul deep within her, and I am hers forever. She draws her lips apart, a thread of wet sticky nectar appears between her lips, and presses her hot lips to my cheek, kissing me firmly, and breathing sweet scented moans into my ears. I place my hands on her hips, and pull her onto my lap. She slides my pants down a little, just enough to expose my bulging cock through the slick slippery goo covering my underwear. "Elena, you are so beautiful... I want to give you all my hot pleasure, and make you happy", I moan softly. "Josef, I want to give myself to you also, I want you to have all of me, I burn for you now, and you make me so full of lust, I want to take you now." she whispers, pausing to kiss and caress my cheek, and nuzzle her cheek to mine. I pull her toward me as she unbuttons my shirt, exposing my sweaty chest, and feeling her soft skin, her firm tits on my chest, our stiff nipples brushing against each other, teasing us to a burning lusty feeling that we must soon satisfy. She presses her full lips to mine, and we kiss a passionate kiss that merges our sweet nectars together. Her hands run over my shoulders, and down my arms. She feels the energy I am giving her, and slides her hand down over my belly, and down to my underpants. I arch my back for her, and she slips her hand in to massage my swollen throbbing cock. "Elena, that feels so good!" I gasp. She rocks her hips, and rubs my cock head on her wet slick pussy lips, teasing me as she jerks me off. I am teasing her too with my hands groping her swollen tits, and pinching her nipples tight. I pull a tit to my mouth, and suck it hard, nibbling on her aching nipple, so stiff it is throbbing for satisfaction. Elena pushes down with her hips, and massages my aching shaft with her wet thong. A dribble of her hot cum coats my balls, and I tremble from the itch coming from my sweaty sac. She pulls the thong aside, and my cock jumped in between the drenched gusset and her sopping lips, engorged and bulging from her excitement. I panty fucked her in wild abandonment, gasping for air as her sticky silk thong twisted around the throbbing shaft, and slowly milked my thick cock. I lick and suck her tit and grope it firmly, like feeling up a schoolgirl on prom night, we play and kiss and grope each other. She strokes my cock so sweetly, firmly, and massages all my slick cock jelly I make for her from my boiling hot sweaty balls. The scent of our lust envelops our senses, and we slide to the floor, turning so we each face each other sex. We pull each other close by the hips, our faces tight to each other's sopping wet genitals, and lick and suck each other, greedy to slake the burning hot lusty fire within our souls. My cock is on fire for her! She strokes and sucks me faster now, licking the dripping slick pool of lube I make. She is moaning loudly, hips twitching and thighs tensing from the kissing and sucking I am making on her creamy pussy lips. I massage her firm bum, and spank her soft cheeks firmly, making them bright pink and warm to the touch. She squeals with delight, as I massage and spank, still sucking on her pussy, nibbling and tugging on her drenched pussy lips with my teeth, driving her so crazy with sexual desire, and moaning with lusty passion. My finger slick with her creamy pussy juice, touches her soft anus, and I massage the sweet oils she made there with the cream and goop from her steaming pussy. She moans softly, and relaxes her muscles for me a little, and I push my finger in softly, working the oils and juices in so I don't hurt her. I massage her tiny asshole with a finger as I suck on her clit. She arches her back quickly as I touch her sensitive clit this way, and cries out loudly. She is so close now, I lick faster and rub her bum hole quick, but gently. She is bucking hard now from the tension, and moaning loud for her pleasure to cum. Now she sucks me hard and quick too, and I tense my muscles, "I cannot last long like this Elena, I will soon explode for you." I feel her tense hard, muscles so tight I feel constricted as by a python contracting its coils on my head. Suddenly, a warm rush of cum gushes from her sweet pussy and fills my mouth with her lusty nectar. She convulses and squirms as she has her intense orgasm on my face. I feel a hot wave of pleasure fill my balls quickly, and I arch my back and thrust my hips firmly to her face, sliding my throbbing cock in her mouth as I squirt my boiling hot cock jelly on your tongue. "Oh Josef!!!!" she cries out. "I cum so hard for you, my love!!!!" "Oh Elena!!! My hot pleasure is all for you!!!!" We fall together, in each other's arms, and massage our swollen bodies and tired muscles back to rest. Now we look in each other's eyes, and smile, kissing and stroking each other, resting and loving each other now, fully satisfied by our hot play together, and laying happy to be together and sharing a nice fun time, drifting off as though floating in the clouds. Time has stopped for us, and we only measure moments by our heart beats, throbbing and pulsing together as though one. We are two lovers in paradise together... resting now... anticipating our next lusty liaison and fantasy together. We communicate only by our bodies, our souls, our thoughts... words are not necessary now. I read your mind.... I love you, Josef And you read mine.... I love you, Elena. Night Moves Two friends play out a ritual during the summer of 1973. ... Chapter One: Anticipation. The shower turned off, causing my heart to start beating even faster. The bathroom door was about 6 feet away from the bed where I was pretending to sleep, and I saw the shadows of movement break the light at the bottom of that door. On the other side of that door, my best friend Kenny was probably drying off, and as the steam came out from under the space at the bottom of the door I visualized what Kenny was doing. Having already dried his long medium brown hair, I envisioned him rubbing the towel through the thick tufts of hair that sprouted out from under his arms before drying his slender, hairless chest and moving downward. Maybe Kenny had his back to the doorway with one foot up on the edge of the tub, sliding the towel up and down his legs, starting down around his ankles and moving up his rather hairy calves to his thighs. If it were not for that door, I imagined that I would be able to see his balls dangling down in their over-sized pouch while he did this drying, his little bubble butt pale and damp. My visualization came to an abrupt halt when I detected movement at the other side of the door, followed by the door opening and Kenny emerging from the steam-filled room. Silhouetted by the light behind him, he looked more like a rock star making an entrance through the mist than what he really was; a skinny 18 year old kid that I had known my entire life. He came out naked with his towel in hand, just like he always did, and why wouldn't he? I was "sleeping" in the bed of the studio apartment, and after all we were both guys so there was no need for modesty. In Kenny's case, there was much less need for modesty than it would have been for me, and I opened my nearly shut eyes a bit more to get a better view of what I had become obsessed with over the last few weeks, which was the cock that was swaying lazily in front of Kenny as he walked across the room. On someone with my build, the long and slender penis would have seemed quite normal, but on Kenny's short and slight frame - 5'7" and maybe 125 pounds tops - his cock looked enormous. It was in its semi-turgid state right now, no doubt the result of some vigorous drying, with maybe a few of those long pulls that he gave himself from time to time. Kenny's cock right now was just as long as it would get, somewhere in the neighborhood of 7". Certainly no less than that. When fully erect, it would not get any longer although it might gain a bit of thickness. I was rather embarrassed that I had such an encyclopedic knowledge of my best friend's genitalia, but not so humiliated as to keep me from getting an erection as I squinted. I had seen his dick in virtually every state recently; from the modest little stem that when flaccid was no bigger than my own, to the long throbbing erection whose size had stunned me when I first saw it, and every stage in between. What had started out to be a curiosity had become a full-blown obsession. Now, as Kenny came back into my line of vision and headed for the bathroom to turn off the light, I forced myself to keep from hyperventilating because once that light went off and the room became dark save the night light and the numerals of the clock radio, everything would change. .. Chapter Two: Heavy breathing. There was no need to keep my eyes nearly closed once the lights went out, so I was able to concentrate on trying to keep my breathing quiet and at a somewhat normal rate as Kenny walked around the bed. I was "sleeping" on my side at the edge of the bed closest to the bathroom just like usual, so Kenny came around the other side of the queen-size bed. I sensed the covers get pulled back and then felt the mattress move as Kenny slid into the bed. What happened next would determine what kind of mood Kenny was in. Having been in a relationship with a ball-busting virgin for the longest time, Kenny frequently arrived at my apartment that he practically called home, in a very frustrated state, his chaste girlfriend not giving him any kind of release. I figured that was why he had become somewhat of a roommate of mine since we had graduated high school, despite living with his parents in a much nicer place on the other side of town. Not because, like he claimed, that the job he had to go to the next morning was near here. The bed moved again as Kenny seemed to be trying to get comfortable, but once I sensed the heat of his body against my back I knew that he was inching closer to me. I waited for the moment that I found incredibly erotic, but one that Kenny probably didn't even notice, and when it happened I felt my cock surge in response. It was when Kenny had moved so close to me that I could feel the hair on his legs against the smooth skin on the beck of my own. Kenny's body hair was confined to his calves and armpits, while the rest of his body was smooth, save for a tuft of brown fur above his cock. Those places that hair grew, it grew in abundance, and as the coarse hairs on his legs scraped my skin I braced myself for what was to follow. The anticipation was almost suffocating me, and if his intent was to drive me crazy, it was working. There was the chance that Kenny had merely gotten tired and fallen asleep, as had happened one night last week. I had laid next to Kenny for over an hour, just waiting for him to act, until I realized he had fallen asleep. That was not to be the case tonight, however, because after a minute or so, I felt the gentle touch of Kenny's hand on my hip. Just an accidental touch, he would say if I had ever said anything to him about it, because all of this that had happened or would happen - didn't really. There was never an acknowledgement of what we did. The next morning it was like it never happened. I know this because the one time I had mentioned the next morning how great the night before was, Kenny feigned ignorance, claiming that he was so drunk he didn't remember a thing. The hand on my hip - now that was just a way of finding out whether I was wearing underwear or not. I always had worn briefs to bed, but had stopped when Kenny had started making his nocturnal visits. Getting my underwear off, or even just down, was too much of an acknowledgement that what was going on was both consensual and intentional, so I had started going to bed naked. Not my choice, but it was worth it. Having found out that I was nude, Kenny's hand made its way ever-so-slowly down from my hip until the tips of his fingers made contact with the timberline of my pubic hair. I tried and failed to keep my breathing from becoming ragged as his fingers inched their way through my bush as Kenny began to squirm closer to me. Finally, it happened. Kenny's body was now pressed against mine. I could feel his breath on my neck as he spooned up into me and that big beautiful cock found where it wanted to be, nestled into the crack of my ass, the underside of his long stiff shaft planted into the valley between my chubby ass cheeks. Kenny didn't want to put his cock into my ass, he only wanted to stick it between my fleshy pillows and hump himself into me. If he wanted to put it into my ass, I would let him, even though it wasn't something I had any experience with, but my early offering of that orifice to him had been rebuffed when he moved my legs back together. So I just remained still and let him slide his dick along the crevice of my ass. His breathing grew heavier as he moved a little faster and harder against me. Kenny's hand stayed where it was, raking my pubic hair. Soon, when he was about to cum, his hand would come over and wrap around my cock, but not before. Kenny had learned that I came fast, rarely lasting a minute from the time he first touched my cock, and I sensed he was uncomfortable about coming after I did, so he waited until the time was near. ... Chapter Three: Time. The hot breath on my back was now joined by the faintest of grunting as he became more and more excited, Kenny's leg was now on top of mine, and the sweet feeling of his hairy leg against my nearly smooth one had intensified. Now I felt Kenny's hand move closer to my cock, and I strained to make it bigger. The first time he had touched me, I could tell how surprised he had been when he discovered how small my cock was. My being a head taller and 100 pounds bigger than him had no bearing in the sizes of our cocks, so when he discovered that when his hand clenched around my erect member, his not-very-large hand pretty much covered the entire length of it. My cock was pretty thick, I guess, but the fact remained that in terms of length, I wasn't what he expected. I was ashamed about this at first, because while I was already aware that I wasn't very well endowed, it wasn't until I had seen Kenny erect that I realized how small I really was. With his fist full of my cock though, nothing mattered. Kenny had discovered quickly that trying to jerk me off would be a challenge given my pitiful size, so he had figured out a way to get me off that felt even better. His hand would massage me using his fingers as rollers of sorts, massaging my cock while his little finger stroked the space just above my nuts and his thumb would rub the tip of my glans. The effect was electric, and as he started to work his magic, he was now humping into me even more enthusiastically, and soon it was a question of who came first. Kenny did, and when I felt his humping stop, I knew what was coming next. He grunted as I felt his cock spurt his hot seed against my ass and lower back. I came right after that, ejaculating into the bedding while Kenny kept working his fingers on me until I became limp and too small to keep a grip on. .... Chapter Four: Afterward. We remained in that same position for a few more minutes, both of us on our sides and with Kenny still pressed up against me, until I felt Kenny move away from me and roll onto his back. Now when when I felt bad. His cum was cooling on my backside and the sheets in front of me were a mess of semen as well. I waited until I heard Kenny's breathing indicate that he had fallen asleep, and after waiting a little longer, rolled over as subtly as a big oaf like me can do so, until I was on my other hip facing Kenny. My eyes had become accustomed enough to the near-darkness to allow me to make out what I knew already by heart. Kenny was on his back, as was his custom, with his arms and legs akimbo, effectively covering the whole side of his bed with his slender frame. Kenny's right arm, the one closes to me, was raised with his hand back up behind his pillow and I moved myself closer to him so that my face was inches away from his exposed armpit. The aroma that wafted from the magnificent tuft of hair under his arm still had the unmistakable scent of soap. Not unpleasant, but I had to admit that I much preferred it on those nights when Kenny skipped the shower and went directly to bed. On those nights, the scent of his armpits were flush with pheromones, and the aroma of his unmasked manhood had never failed to arouse me to new heights of desire. For tonight, I had to be content to just lean a little bit forward, being careful not to breathe into his armpit enough to startle him as I let my face softly immerse itself in the dense thicket for a minute before leaning away. Not ever having managed to acquire more than a faint dusting of hair anywhere on my body besides my scalp, I had always been attracted to those who had, be they male or female. How badly I wanted to just push my face under Kenny's arm and just nibble and lick and chew his armpit until I came, but I was afraid to. I let my hand drift under the sheet after a bit, resting it on Kenny's thigh. His cock was a little bit higher, and after an appropriate amount of time I let my hand come up and cup his dick, which was now totally limp. Like this, in his most flaccid state, Kenny's dick wasn't much different in length than mine. I cupped his rubbery tube gingerly, and after getting no response from him, I took hold of him and began to gently pull on him. This was when the difference in our organs became noticeable. Kenny's penis was so rubbery that it was almost elastic, having a stretching quality that my little spout didn't have. Kenny was still asleep. This I knew because if her were awake he would brush my hand away and roll over away from me. So with me tugging tenderly on Kenny's manhood, I began to grind my dick into the bedding with as little movement as possible. This wouldn't take me too long to get off, I knew from experience. The thrill of holding Kenny's cock, even in a flaccid state, was enough to get me off fast. Goodness knows how many times I jacked off thinking about this, so the actual act was even easier. As I began to cum, I once again buried my face under Kenny's arm while still holding onto his dick, and even though I knew how silly I must have looked, I didn't care. My orgasm, as usual, was much stronger and more intense that the one before, and thankfully my orgasm had just ended when my hand got brushed away and Kenny rolled over. I rested in the various pools of semen on my side of the bed, wondering if I would ever get up the nerve to stop playing these games and do what I really wanted to do. For that matter, would Kenny ever come to grips with how he felt? I had never had a guy's cock in my mouth. Once last year I had been picked up hitchhiking and the driver had taken me to a deserted place where he went down on me. It wasn't my choice, but I didn't fight it and it did feel good. I refused to reciprocate when he asked me to, but often wished I had, even though he wasn't very appealing to me. With Kenny, I would gladly suck his cock, and having replayed my only oral experience in my mind a thousand time, I was sure that I could do it well. All he had to do was ask, suggest it or even just not roll away from me. I would do anything he wanted, even things that I didn't understand. That was how willing I was to make Kenny happy and to enjoy his body. That was what I was thinking about when I drifted off to sleep. When I would awaken in the morning, as usual Kenny would be gone. ... thank you for reading