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Under the Sea

By: LilSkoolGirl



I was so thrilled to finally be going on this trip. Mom and Daddy promised me Spring Break in Hawaii my senior year and I had been looking forward to it ever since. 18 and alone in the beautiful state of Hawaii. I had spent weeks looking for the perfect bathing suits to fit my lithe frame. I had finally selected a conservative black one-piece for laps and an extremely skimpy, two sizes too small red string bikini for sunbathing. Of course, after all the money spent in tanning booths, I didn't really need a tan, even after a long Iowa winter. 

So I was of to Hawaii for two weeks, just myself and my 19 year old cousin, who fortunately hated me just as much as I hated her and so I knew I would get just as much privacy as I wanted. As soon as I hit land I was astounded. Being an Iowa girl I had never seen the ocean before and now I was surrounded. And all the people, for such a small island there were so many people of so many different backgrounds. As I checked into my hotel room, there were a few natives giving me the eye and I heard a few words in a language I didn't understand, and then some laughing, but I didn't pay much attention as I assumed that they were just making some tourist jokes about all of the spring break patrons that they got every year.

For the first couple days I spent the entire time on the beach, never seeing my cousin, Anna. I could tell that my tan, while good for inland standards, wouldn't cut it out here. And every once and a while I would see those native boys hanging around, glancing in my direction and whispering to one another. I still wasn't that worried, I mean, I was on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, surrounded by hot guys, and having the time of my life. Why should I let a couple of creepy native boys get to me? 

As it always seems to happen on trips like mine, it started to rain. During the second week we had already had two and a half days of rain and my cousin and I were driving each other crazy. We were lying in our separate beds watching T.V. and listlessly arguing over what poor reception channel to watch when we suddenly heard a pound on the door. Startled we both jumped up and heard a heavily accented "Room Service."

Finally I thought, running towards the door. We had called and ordered service nearly 45 minutes ago and still hadn't gotten our lunches. I opened the door. "Thank-" I was interrupted mid word by an arm around my stomach and a hand covering my mouth. Anna started to scream as she saw the five men coming into our room with me captive. "Shut up you stupid white bitch," one of the men, maybe the leader, said, "or I'll rip your pretty sister's head off." While Anna and I were cousins, we both looked very much alike and were often mistaken for sisters, another reason we hated each other. While I was shorter, at only five foot, she was five- eight. But besides that our long black hair and emerald eyes could have named us twins, especially with our 34C breasts that men seemed to adore. 

I was thrown down on the bed and two of the other men went over and held down Anna. She tried to scream again and one of them slapped her across the face. She just laid there and started crying. I don't think they spoke English very well if at all, because the kept speaking whatever language it was. I kept telling them to leave us alone but they didn't respond to our shouts or our tears. Roughly, they ripped our clothes off and I was mortified at them seeing my soft, smooth body that hadn't been seen by a man since I had been in diapers. They roughly pinched my nipples and I cried out trying to back away but they pulled me back. Two of the men on me grasped my arms and one of them grabbed me by the hair while the third began to wave his partially erect cock in my face and pushed at my lips. I refused to open my mouth and he slapped me hard with the back of his hand, sending shards of pain through my face and I began to cry. He once again pushed his cock to my lips and this time I opened my mouth and shyly began my first attempt at sucking cock. 

The other two men seemed to assume that I was done fighting and began pinching my nipples and grabbing my ass, leaving red marks over my body. The man fucking my face began to pull at my hair and roughly shoving his cock as far as it could go, which, luckily, wasn't all that far as the man had a short thin cock on him and I hoped that the other men would be similarly endowed. He started grunting and pulling at my hair faster and faster moaning with each thrust. I knew what was going to happen and I tried to pull away but he held me in place, filling my mouth so full of his cum that I almost choked. Shorty switched places with one of the other men who seemed very insistent on going next. He undid his pants and my eyes bulged. Partially limp he was almost twice the size of the first man and three or four times as thick. He also pushed his cock at my mouth, this time I opened right up and he started roughly fucking my face, already chocking me on his partially hard member. After a minute he pulled out and I could see that fully hard he was ten or eleven inches long and about four in girth. The two men holding me pushed me back and spread my legs open. 

I screamed as I realized what was going to happen. For that I got another belt across the face but I was to hysteric to care. That thing was going to rip me apart! But much to my surprise, he leaned down and started to kiss and lick my pussy, causing heat to flood my lower body. As his tongue worked around my clit I began to moan and thrash about, ashamed that I was getting aroused by this rape. I screamed again, this time in pleasure as an orgasm rushed through my body. Then I felt him begin to slide up my body. "No," I cried, "I'm a virgin, you're too big and you'll tear me apart!" I tried to shut my legs but he held them apart and I felt his huge cock pushing at my pussy.

I screamed as he ripped apart my poor pussy, pain was running through my body and I thought I was going to die. After he finally got it in he thrusted in and out that the force of it nearly knocked the wind out of me. I looked over at my cousin and saw that she was faring much the same as I. The third man saw that I was looking over and decided to shove his cock in my mouth. This one had a sour, dirty taste and I nearly gagged as his long, skinny prick tried to force its way down my throat. The man fucking me began to grunt and moan and I knew that he was about to cum. I didn't want him to cum inside me but I knew that I really couldn't do anything about it. He groaned loudly and pushed into me one last time as he came and I felt him slip out of me. 

The one fucking my face pulled out of my mouth and said something to the other two. They put me on my hands and knees and I felt him move around and rub his cock up and down my butt crack. Oh God I hoped to hell he wasn't going to do that. I was wrong. I screamed as he pushed his cock into me in one long thrust. It hurt badly and I began to cry. Thankfully enough he was quick and within a few minutes of his hard pushing and loud grunts, he came and pulled away. I sent up a prayer to god that it was over.

The three men that I was with said something to the other two and they seemed to agree. The next thing I knew, my cousin was thrown over onto my bed and we were thrust into the 69 position. "Oh, no, no, no, no!" we both screamed, almost in unison, but they shoved our cunts into each others faces and we began to lick the cum out of the other's pussy. At first I was revolted but soon I was overtaken by the pleasure of her tongue at my clit that I began to moan. She to was rubbing against my face as I sucked the juice out of her pussy. She moaned loudly and I was welcomed with a warm gush of liquid and more loud screams as I tongued my cousin into an orgasm and moments later, mine followed. She collapsed on top of me and I saw the men walk out of our room. 

We huddled together on my bed for a long time after they left and eventually we got up and took long showers, trying to feel clean. I looked out the window later that afternoon and noticed that, for the first time in days, it had stopped raining. 

We never told anybody back home about our rape and to this day my cousin and I are best friends and occasional lovers.

-This is my first story and I would love any criticisms or advice that anybody could give me. Thanks for reading. Love- LilSkoolGirl

Under The SmackDown Covers



This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe.

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In a candle lit bedroom set, Friday Night SmackDown's stunningly beautiful French-Canadian hostess Maryse is laying on the large bed sliding a hand through her hair as she sips champagne from a glass before she looks into the camera that is filming her. The stunning blond French-Canadian softly bites down on her bottom lip before seductively raising an eyebrow, while she is dressed in a smooth, silky black one-piece lingerie stunning sleeping-gown "Bonjour...you watching Friday Night SmackDown on the new CW..." Maryse pauses and lightly tosses her soft blond hair back as she drifts her head away from the camera that is filming "Would you care to join me...under the covers?" Maryse asks seductively in her attractive French-Canadian accent.

From outside of the camera's filming range, a voice is heard, "I sure would..." A few moments later, Matt Hardy, one of SmackDown's talented and hottest Superstars walks into the filming range of the camera and towards the bed, dressed in his green colored wrestling pants and a black sleeveless shirt. "I would love to join you under the covers..." Matt says as he looks at the extremely hot French-Canadian Diva.

Maryse presses her soft, luscious lips together before she takes a casual sip from her champagne glass and sits up on the large, seductively decorated bed "Bonjour monsieur..." Maryse says before she sets her champagne glass down on the night stand on the right side of bed as she lifts herself off of the bed to stand in front of Matt Hardy "I'm...very...how do you say...happy...that you wish to join..." Maryse says in her soft, seductive French-Canadian accent as she places her hands against Matt's black sleeveless shirt.

Matt Hardy smiles a bit, "Oh I'm very happy to join you... it'll be... my pleasure..." Matt says as he looks down at the stunning blond-haired Diva as she seductively moves her hands against his black sleeveless shirt covered chest.

Maryse raises an eyebrow as she locks her soft, seductive eyes with Matt as smoothly guides her hands against his shirt covered chest "Shall we...get more...comfortable?" Maryse asks as she casually starts to push Matt's black sleeveless shirt while the camera continues film the French-Canadian hostess.

Matt Hardy nods his head a bit, "Yes we should..." Matt says as he moves his hands to the bottom of his black sleeveless shirt and he starts to lift it up. He slowly reveals his smooth, toned and very impressive upper body. After a few moments Matt has completely removed his shirt and he smiles as he sees Maryse looking at his chest.

Maryse nods her head and smirks seductively "Very nice monsieur..." Maryse says before she places her soft, smooth hands back against Matt's smooth, toned and muscular chest. Maryse slowly licks her lips before she lowers her hands down against Matt's toned stomach, then to the waist of Matt's green wrestling pants as the French-Canadian hostess begins to push Matt's wrestling pants down from his waist.

Matt Hardy smiles, "Thank you..." Matt says as Maryse slowly lowers his green wrestling pants in order to free Matt's thick, hardening twelve-inch cock. Maryse pushes Matt's wrestling pants down further and Matt lifts his legs one at a time in order to step out of his pants so that now he's completely naked in front of SmackDown's French-Canadian hostess. Matt slides a hand through his long black hair and removes a rubber band that is holding his hair in a ponytail.

Maryse lowers her head and glances down at Matt Hardy's thick, hardening twelve inch cock. Maryse presses her lips together before she nods her head "Mmmm...very nice monsieur..." Maryse says before she leans forward slightly and reaches forward to wrap her soft, smooth right hand around Matt's thick shaft. Maryse begins to gently stroke her right hand against Matt's hardening cock.

"Mmmmm... thanks again..." Matt replies with a moan and he licks his lips as Maryse moves her soft delicate right hand back and forth along the length of his fat, twelve inch cock as it becomes completely hard in the gentle grasp of the gorgeous Diva.

Maryse slowly licks her lips before the stunning, seductive French-Canadian hostess kneels down on the floor in front of Matt Hardy before she places her left hand around Matt's shaft as well. Maryse then begins to gently quicken her pace as she strokes Matt's cock quicker with both of her soft, smooth hands. Maryse lifts her head up and glances up at Matt Hardy "Thank you monsieur for...how do you say...joining me under the covers..." Maryse says seductively before the stunning French-Canadian leans her blond-haired head down and places her soft tongue against the head of his thick cock and she starts to gently circle her wet tongue around the head of his cock.

"Ahhhhh ohhhh... it's no problem Maryse..." Matt Hardy moans as Maryse continues to gently stroke his big hard twelve-inch cock as she circles her tongue all the way around the large tip. Matt closes his eyes and tilts his head back slightly as he feels a few drops of Maryse's warm saliva slowly sliding down the length of his cock towards the base. Maryse gently taps her wet tongue against the head of Matt's slightly saliva-coated cock. Maryse lifts her seductive eyes up and glances up at Matt Hardy as she swirls her wet tongue around the head of his cock before she opens her mouth and lowers her blond-haired head on Matt's cock. Maryse presses her soft lips around Matt's shaft and the stunning SmackDown hostess begins to smoothly bob her head on Matt's cock.

"Ahhh... ohhh yea..." Matt licks his lips and opens his eyes to look down at the hot SmackDown hostess as she bobs her head slowly up and down on his cock. Matt Hardy starts to turn towards the right and Maryse moves with him and soon Matt's back is facing towards the bed. He then sits down on the bed and places his hands behind him on the soft mattress as Maryse sucks on his fat SmackDown cock.

"Mmmmm...mmmmm" Maryse softly moans around Matt's cock as she moves her blond-haired head up and down on his thick, hard cock. Maryse closes her eyes as she gently twists her head on Matt's cock while she works her soft, wet tongue around his cock, bathing it with her warm, wet saliva as the stunning, seductive SmackDown hostess and Matt Hardy are being filmed.

Matt Hardy licks his lips as he feels Maryse's French-Canadian tongue lightly smacking against the bottom side of his cock as she gives him an extremely slow blow job. Matt brings his right hand forward and places it on Maryse's head in order to hold her blond hair back so that it doesn't fall forward to cover her face. Matt looks towards the camera that's filming him and Maryse and smiles a bit, "I love Friday nights..." Matt says before returning his attention back to Maryse as she lowers her head further down onto his fat dick.

Maryse's gradually opens her warm, wet mouth wider as she lowers her head further down on Matt's hard, thick cock causing the skin of his cock to brush against her soft lips. Maryse closes her lips around his cock firmly as she holds him deeply into her warm mouth. Maryse begins to smoothly bob her head at a gradually increasing rate as her warm, wet saliva drips against his cock. "Ohhhh... ohhh god yea... fuck..." Matt moans as Maryse bobs her head quicker with every passing moment. Matt licks his lips as he feels the French-Canadian Diva's warm saliva dripping down his cock to his large ballsack and the SmackDown Superstar starts to lightly thrust his cock up to Maryse's warm, soothing mouth.

"Mmmm...mmm..." Maryse moans against Matt Hardy's thick, hard cock as she lifts her soft, seductive eyes up and she locks her eyes with Matt while she continues to bob her head on his cock. Maryse smoothly and gently slurps and sucks on Matt's cock at a quicker rate, casually deep throating the SmackDown Superstar's cock as her wet, soothing saliva splashes against his cock.

"Oooo fuck... mmmm..." Matt Hardy licks his lips as he looks down into the alluring eyes of the gorgeous SmackDown Hostess, "Mmmmm shit... Maryse... mmmm let's... continue... to get... under the covers..." Matt says with a moan as he pushes Maryse's blond hair back while also lightly pushing her head off of his hard, thick saliva covered cock.

Maryse slowly lifts her head off of Matt's hard, thick saliva-dripping cock before she presses her soft, luscious lips together "Ok monsieur...I think, that's a very good idea..." Maryse replies in her seductive French-Canadian accent while she lifts herself onto the bed with Matt Hardy and seductively crawls towards the SmackDown Superstar as the filming continues.

Matt Hardy moves a bit on the bed and positions himself against the headboard. With his back against the headboard, Matt moves a few of the large soft pillows so that they are laying on each side of him. "Um what shall we do with your gown..." Matt asks as Maryse slowly crawls between his legs.

Maryse presses her lips together as she pauses and sits on her knees in between Matt's legs near his crotch. Maryse seductively shrugs her shoulders "Ummm...remove it, monsieur?" Maryse suggests before she places her hands against her smooth, silky black lingerie evening-gown and starts to gently lift the lingerie evening-gown off of her smooth, silky-skinned, tanned and stunningly gorgeous nude body to reveal her firmly rounded hot tits and her hot, cleanly shaven pussy.

Matt Hardy's eyes go wide and he licks his lips as he looks over every inch of Maryse's gorgeous, tanned French-Canadian body. "Fuck... you are hot... this is a great Friday night..." Matt says as Maryse casually lays her evening gown down on the side of the bed. Matt leans forward and he puts his hands on Maryse's slender sexy waist and lifts her up. He pulls her towards him and positions her just above his large fat cock.

Maryse gently bites down on her bottom lip as Matt Hardy smoothly guides Maryse down on his hard, thick cock "Ohhhh monsieur..." Maryse seductively moans as she is now mounted on top of the hot Hardy-stud. Maryse places her soft hands against Matt's smooth, muscular chest and she begins to gently rock back and forth on Matt's cock as she smoothly rides the SmackDown Superstar.

Matt licks his lips, as Maryse grinds he warm tight pussy against his cock as she firmly places her knees down on the bed on either side of Matt's legs. "Ahhh ohhh yeah..." Matt moans as he moves his hands From Maryse's waist and he places them on her firm, hot rounded tits.

Maryse closes her eyes and gently tilts her head back as the stunning SmackDown hostess begins to gradually rock back and forth on Matt's cock at a quicker pace. As her smooth, tanned back faces the camera that is filming the SmackDown hostess and Matt Hardy, Maryse begins to bounce smoothly on Matt's cock causing him to thrust in and out of her tight, warm pussy "Ohhhh...mmm...yesss monsieur" Maryse moans.

"Ahhhhh oooo yea... mmmmm yeah..." Matt moans as he begins to thrust his cock upward into Maryse's hot tight pussy. With his hands on her round hot tits, Matt pinches both of her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, which gets Maryse to sharply slam down on his cock in response, and Matt smiles, "Ohhhh damn... you liked that?" Matt asks as Maryse resumes bouncing on his large fat SmackDown cock.

Maryse presses her lips together and nods her head "Mmmm...ohhh yess monsieur" Maryse moans as she leans back slightly to arch her back as she starts to smoothly slam down on Matt's cock at an angle, lightly jerking Matt's cock back every time she smoothly crashes down on his cock, causing his ballsack to smack up against her hot, rounded ass.

Matt Hardy smirks a bit as a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face, "Mmmmm ahhhh... ohhh fuck yea..." Matt groans as he takes his hands off of Maryse's round hot tits and puts them around her waist. The talented Hardy-Stud then rolls over a bit so now he's on top of the gorgeous blond-haired SmackDown hostess. Matt leans himself upward as Maryse wraps her legs around his waist and after a moment, Matt Hardy begins to pump his cock in and out of Maryse's tight wet French-Canadian pussy.

Maryse leans her blond-haired head back against the soft pillows on top of the bed and presses her lips together "Ohhhh...mmmm...yesss monsieur" Maryse moans as she starts to gently rock herself against Matt's quick-thrusting cock, grinding herself against his thick, Hardy-cock.

Matt Hardy licks his lips as he plants his hands on Maryse's hips as he pounds her pussy with his fat, hard Hardy-cock, "Ahhhh yeah... mmmmm yea..." Matt grunts as he drives his dick into her pussy repeatedly. Matt slides his hands over Maryse's hips and her flat toned stomach as she arches her back slightly in order to grind herself against his thrusting cock.

"Ohhhh...ohhhh monsieur...mmmm yesss..." Maryse seductively moans as she slides back and forth against the smooth, silky sheets of the large bed while Matt's slams his thick, hard cock in and out of her hot French-Canadian tight pussy. Matt's large ballsack smacks against her smooth skin while the SmackDown hostess begins to sweat.

Matt Hardy breaks the hold of Maryse's legs from around his waist an he pulls fat Hardy-Cock out of the French-Canadian Diva's hot wet pussy, "Maryse... get on... our fours... and face the camera..." Matt says in a low voice so that only the gorgeous SmackDown hostess can hear him. Maryse presses her lips together and slowly nods her head before the stunning, seductive SmackDown hostess lifts herself up from the surface of the large bed and crawls forward towards the front of the bed where the camera filming her and Matt Hardy is placed. Maryse raises an eyebrow seductively as she looks directly into the camera while she kneels on the bed and bends forwards onto all fours. Matt Hardy kneels behind Maryse with a big smile on his face, and he places his hands on Maryse's waist as he guides his thick fat cock back inside of Maryse's tight, wet and hot pussy. "Ahhh..." Matt moans as he starts to pull Maryse back towards him as he thrusts his cock in and out of her pussy.

Maryse tilts her head back and closes her eyes "Mmmm...ohhh monsieur..." Maryse softly moans as the stunning SmackDown hostess smoothly pushes her gorgeous, tanned French-Canadian body back against his hard, thick cock as Matt Hardy begins to pump his cock in and out of Maryse's tight pussy as he pulls her back against himself firmly.

Matt Hardy pulls Maryse back towards him as he slams his cock in and out of her pussy with sharp swift thrusts. Matt's large sweaty ballsack swings back and forth and smacks against Maryse's skin every time he deeply impales his shaft into her pussy, "Ahhhh mmmmm... ohhh yea... mmmm nothing like... SmackDown... on Friday Nights..." Matt grunts as sweat pours down his body.

"Ohhh...mmmm yesss monsieur!" Maryse moans loudly as she closes her eyes as she slams back harder against Matt's cock once again before the gorgeous SmackDown hostess begins to cum on Matt's cock.

Matt Hardy continues to recklessly thrust his large, fat twelve inch Hardy-cock in and out of Maryse's cumming pussy. "Ahhhhh ohhh yeah... ahhh fuck..." Matt grunts as he works Maryse's pussy over as he gets closer to the edge "Ahhhhh fuck yes... ahhhh yea!" Matt grunts as his cock begins to erupt as he starts shooting his hot cum into Maryse's pussy as she continues to cum on his cock.

Maryse presses her soft, luscious lips together "Ohhh...monsieur" Maryse softly moans as she tosses her soft blond hair back.

Matt Hardy keeps pumping his cock in and out of Maryse's soaking wet pussy for a few moments more until it's completely empty of his cum. He pulls his cum-spent cock out of Maryse's pussy and it's covered with his own and Maryse's cum. "Mmmm Maryse... that was a great Friday... Night..."

Maryse raises an eyebrow and glances into the filming camera before seductively smirking "And you're watching...Friday...Night...SmackDown..."

-END-



Under the Stars



It was not long before the sun had begun to set over the horizon. Dwight and Amy were up on top of the hill watching it set over the line of trees. They held each other in their arms smiling as they watched it slowly rest over the forest. Soon afterwards Dwight had started to refuel the fire they had already started.

The young couple was fresh out of their first year of college. Having only dated a few short months, Dwight thought it would be romantic to bring Amy up to the hills where he spent most of his times hanging out in high school. His buddies would all go up there to drink and party and have a good time. Dwight would always lay there late at night, telling himself that when he finds that special girl, he would bring her up here to watch the stars with her.

Amy was sitting in the lounge chair resting with a blanket over her, watching Dwight reset the fire. Whenever she was with Dwight she would always feel warm and safe. Amy's soft brunette hair flowed on the back of the chair; her deep blue eyes reflected the growing fire. He would glance at her and smile every now and then as he was piling on more wood. After he finished, Dwight sat with Amy, together in the cozy chair.

Dwight wrapped his arms around Amy, pressing against her tummy to hold her close to him. Amy's smile grew as she felt him, feeling herself melt more into his lap. Together they sat, looking up and watching the stars. Dwight told Amy that no matter where she looked, the brightest star would always be in front of him. Her rosy cheeks blushed as he told her that and he gave her a tiny peck on her nose.

All through the night as they were gazing, Amy would rub herself on top of Dwight's lap, sliding on top of his hardening cock through their clothes. She would turn her head to him grinning wickedly. Every so often, Dwight's hand would go over between her thighs to return the favor. As the fire died down they moved into the tent to get themselves ready.

They both got into the tent and were now kneeling in front of each other in the middle of it. Both of them were slightly nervous, because even though they have been dating for a while, their busy schedules never allowed them to have any sexual encounters. Dwight made the first move and started to unbutton Amy's shirt. She knelt frozen, watching every move as Dwight plucked each button off. He then slid it off of her body and threw it to the side, looking at her breasts being confined in her bra. When his turn was over he knelt back upright to let Amy take off his shirt. She leaned forward and curled her fingers underneath his shirt, looking deep into his eyes as she lifted it over his head and threw it by hers.

Amy returned to her knees, nervously, looking at his bare chest that she had just unveiled. Dwight crawled over and moved his arms behind her, barely touching her as he tried to undo the bra, clipping it off effortlessly. The cloth fell down slowly to the cold earthen floor. When he moved back into his spot he could see her blush as he was staring at her lovely breasts. At this point Amy was feeling a little timorous, being afraid that she might not be what he is looking for. Dwight quenched all of those fears when he pulled her in close for a deep, electrifying kiss. Her breasts pushed up against his chest, her nipples poking into his soft skin. As the two were entrapped in their locked lips of passion, Dwight gently leaned her back onto the blanket that was laid out in the tent. 

Not removing themselves from their kiss, they both started to fumble with each others jeans, both itching to get each others off. They laughed softly into each others mouth, as they were both able to successfully slide the buttons off. From outside of the tent, you could hear the rustling of there hips trying to shake themselves free of the rest of their clothes. Dwight reached his hand down to slide off her panties, Amy reached down to pull down his boxers. Both eagerly wanted to expose the others sex. When both were completely naked they broke their kiss for a slight moment to see what had been unraveled. Dwight looked down at Amy, looking as beautiful as ever, her exposed body laying there for his pleasure. Amy looked up to him and felt the same feelings, wanting to explore her deepest, innermost desires. 

Dwight softly glided his hand over her body, over her succulent breasts, down her stomach, and gently rubbing against her slowly glistening vagina. He looked into her wanting eyes, knowing that she wants him, knowing that she wants him to feel her. Ever so carefully he slid two fingers into her tender burrow, feeling her muscles clasp around him. His penis responded to her signs of pleasure and immediately hardened before her eyes. She tilted her head back, lowering her inhibitions as she reveled in his hand. Amy grabbed Dwight's neck and pulled his lips onto hers, physically showing her gratification. At this, Dwight removed his hands and slowly positioned himself between her legs. She had anticipated this moment, his body parting her legs as it came down on her. He moved the cock in his hands and slid it onto her pussy, ever so slightly pushing the head into the slit.

Amy moaned in such a way that it resembled the creatures in the woods. He continued putting his cock into her, inch by inch, making sure Amy was completely comfortable with every passing moment. Dwight kissed her velvet lips when his cock was completely inside her. She pulled her head away and up into his ear. She told him that she loved him and that she knew what he wanted. Amy seductively whispered into his ear how she felt the same way and that it was ok. She moved her head back so that they could both gaze into each others eyes and she muttered her last words before they began to make love. Her last words to him were "fuck me".

For almost an hour the two gave in to their wildest fantasies. He drove his cock so deep inside her. She wrapped her pussy so tight around him. They wrestled with each others bodies the entire night, both making sure to build up their pleasure and to save it for their final climax. Eventually their bodies rolled into the same position in which they had started. They both looked at each other and knew that it was time. Dwight's pace quickened, his hands pulling her up into him underneath her thighs. Amy moaned and shouted, telling him she was ready to cum. She begged him to cum deep into her pussy, she wanted to finally feel his loving juice inside her. Dwight nodded his head and smiled as he was pushed over the edge and slid his head all the way in the back of her walls as he let out a stream of his milky white fluid. The pressure of his cum triggered her own intense orgasm and Dwight could feel Amy's legs quake beneath them. She shouted out like a crying beast and Dwight lowered his head into her shoulder gently sucking her neck and squeezing her till her pulses subsided. 

For the rest of the night both laid in the tent, cuddling in each others arms. The next morning they woke up smiling together. He reached over and kissed her forehead and she moved down to peck his nose. While they were mesmerized in each others stares he whispered to her, "I love you", and she quickly repeated the same words to him. Both of them would never forget that night and Dwight would add another happy memory to his collection. 



Under the Stars



I looked up at the sky, noticing how big the stars looked tonight. I hugged myself and smiled, enjoying the feel of the soft wind blowing my hair around my face. He came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist, making my skin tingle in anticipation. He turned me around to face him and took my face into his hands, looking into my eyes. It was the first time I noticed the little gold specks in his eyes. He leaned forward and gently kissed me, his lips warm against my cool skin. I slightly parted my lips, just enough to let me slide his tongue inside of my mouth, pressing the tip onto the tip of mine. He pulled away and slid his fingers through my hair, gently pulling my head back as he leaned down and kissed my neck. My heart quickened as his hand slid up and lightly cupped my breast, instantly hardening my nipples. I pulled away from him slowly and grabbed his hand. 

He looked slightly confused, but I smiled and him and pulled him towards the blanket I had set up right on the edge of the lake. I gave him a little push and he sank down to the blanket, laying on his back and propping himself up on his elbows he looked at me. I decided to give him a show, so I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my red lacy bra underneath. As I started to unbutton my jeans, he pulled me to him so that I feel on top of him on the blanket. Giggling, I sat up on top of him straddling him and holding him down with my knees. I reached behind me and released the buttons hold on my bra. As it came loose, I slid it down the front of my body revealing my breasts to him. He leaned forward and took one into his mouth and covered the other with his large hand. My body was on fire as he licked and rubbed my breasts simultaneously making me arch my back as the pleasure rolled through me.

I could feel how hard he was through his pants, wanting me just as much as I wanted him. He flipped me over onto my back and stood up, and I watched as he removed his clothes. His body was rock hard with muscles in all that right places. I watched as the moonlight glistened off of his chest making my heart pound as the sight of him. Once he was naked I enjoyed the view of his erect cock thick and long, making me lick my lips in anticipation of feeling it fill my mouth. He leaned down to me and pulled my jeans down, panties and all, and slid them over my feet leaving me laying there naked before him. He got back down onto his knees and he kissed me lightly on the mouth, then lowered and kissed me on my neck. 

Moving excruciatingly slow, he kissed my body all the way down until he came to my legs. He pulled my legs apart and seeing that I was already wet and ready for him, he leaned down and took my clit into his mouth. I put my hands onto his head and enjoyed the feeling of him giving me pleasure. I couldn't help but moan loudly as he licked, and sucked, and fingered me right to the brim of ecstasy. Then, I fell over that brim as an orgasm came fast and hard, my fingers dug into his scalp and my toes curled. He moved away from me smiling, knowing that he had given me so much pleasure; I lay there panting, but wanting more. I slowly got up on my knees and pushed him backwards onto his back.

I then leaned down and slowly put my mouth around his very large cock. As I started to lick and suck on him, he started to moan, and when I looked up at him, his eyes were closed enjoying the moment. Suddenly he pulled me up and as if he couldn't stand not being inside of me for one more second, pulled me on top of him and slid into me. I nearly screamed at the pleasure of it as he held on to me and bounced me on top of him, making me cum once again as he filled me completely. Once my orgasm had finished, he picked me up and laid me down on my side, lifting one leg high into the air as he continued to pound me, never once letting his cock come out of me. His moaning became louder, and I knew he was close to finishing. Suddenly he grunted and pulled out of me; I then hurriedly leaned forward and let him cum into my mouth. As he finished, he collapsed onto the blanket and pulled him down next to him, and that night we feel asleep, naked, under the stars. 



Under The Stars



We packed our suitcases into the truck. Our plan was to take a cross country road trip. It was the summer of 2010. We didn't have a planned route, just to drive for the summer. When we wanted to stop for the night, we would find an out of the way field. We would lay a blanket down in the back of the truck.

We laid back and star gazed for a while. I would hold you in my arms, wrapped around you, just a blanket holding us close. You lay your head upon my chest (best feeling ever). You lifted your head just enough to kiss me on my neck. I squeeze you a little tighter. You ask me to make love to you under neath the starry moonlit night, I told you I wanted to hold you a while longer never wanting to let you go.

I started to rub your shoulders, I could tell how stressed you were from all your work. I tilted my head down to kiss your neck. You faced me and I stared into those soulful green eyes of yours. We both knew what we wanted. It was a really warm night; it would be the perfect setting to make love out in the open. There was no one around for miles. We both lean in for a deep and passionate kiss. I shut my eyes and felt your soft lips press against mine. I nibbled on your lower lip then traced it with my tongue. We kissed for a while; I knew you were enjoying it because you started to moan very softly. I took my hands, still kissing you, started to caress your breast. That made you moan a little louder. Then I slowly moved down your neck with gentle kisses. You leaned back and enjoyed what I was doing. You whispered quietly in my ear "Please Don't Stop". I would always give you what you wished of me. I wanted to see more of that voluptuous body of yours. So I lifted your shirt off, undid your bra, and started nursing on those sweet nipples of yours. I started going back and forth from one nipple to the other, not wanting to do the other more than the first. While sucking on one of your nipples I rolled the other in between my thumb and index finger. You liked that little bit of pain added to the pleasure of me licking and sucking the other nipple. You kept pushing my head closer to your bosom I had my fill of your breast for now.

I gently kissed down your tummy while rubbing my hands over your curvy hips. I pulled you close enough to wiggle you out of your pants and to my surprise you weren't wearing any underwear. I just looked at you and gave you an evil grin. I went down lower to that beautiful mound. I slightly rubbed my thumb over your clit. Now you really wanted me and started to moan even louder. I traced your outer lips with my finger. As I am doing this you are getting wetter and wetter. Cum starts to flow out of you, I want to taste you so bad, so I dip the tip of my tongue just at your opening. You push my head into your pussy and scream "Eat Me Now!!!!" My tongue flattens out and starting from the bottom, were your cum is dripping out, to the top of your engorged clit. I suck that clit into my mouth and tease it with the tip of my tongue. As I was doing that I stuck two fingers deep inside you. Your moans are sooo loud now it really turns me on. You tell me to fuck you hard, so I obeyed. I stuck my fingers deeper inside you, fucking you as hard as I could. I was still licking and teasing your clit while I pounded you. Your body really starts to shake with pleasure; you didn't know what to do, so you screamed for more. I knew you liked being fucked in different positions, so I flipped you on your tummy, and started fucking you from behind. From that position I was able to get your "G" spot. I kept fucking you harder and deeper; it made you go crazy with pleasure. I pull your hips toward me and thrust my fingers into you. You told me you wanted even more. I asked you what you wanted, you just gave me a little evil grin, and I knew exactly what you wanted. I pull out my strap on and you giggle. I put it on and slowly push it into you. At first you didn't know if you could take it, but I knew you were so very wet and that it would just slide into you so smoothly.

You moaned how great it felt going in you. I flipped you back over and slammed my cock deep into you. Again I was able to hit your "G" spot as I did that you screamed my name into the dark night air. I wanted to lick all that sweet honey that was gushing out of your pussy, so I pulled out and told you to sit on my face. Those juices of yours just poured out into my mouth. I flicked at your pussy to make sure I got every last drop of your sweet essence out of you. Now you were exhausted. 

Your body just collapsed onto mine. I kiss you gently on the forehead and you snuggle up under my chin. I wrapped both of us up in the blankets together and slowly drifted off to sleep.



Under The Stars



Author's note:

This story takes place just before Thor and is based on the following request: Darcy sticks around for a late night astrophysics session with Jane, and Jane is so focused on her work (and Darcy is so clueless about this particular discipline anyway) that she suddenly wonders why she's even there. And then, fingers smudged with pen ink, Jane shows her. ;)

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The stars. Light from suns burning millions of miles away which were unquestionably beautiful to stare at. Just how long was debatable. It kind of depended on the person.

For Jane Foster it was practically a lifestyle. She could do it all night long and never get bored, her research so very fascinating to her that she could stay up all night without taking a single break.

For Darcy Lewis they were just kind of there. They were pretty and all, and Darcy guessed she could imagine why someone would find them so fascinating, but they were never really her thing. In fact she was totally clueless about anything to do with them outside of their 'pretty' despite Jane's frequent attempts to educate her. It all just went in one ear and out the other though, and once again Darcy found herself wondering what she was doing here. Not just tonight but in general. After all there had been so many other internships available which were closer to what she was studying, and so many other places a woman with a rocking body like hers could be right now. So for the millionth time she asked herself what she was doing here? And for the millionth time the answer was the same.

Jane Foster. Her boss. The girl Darcy had seen pinning a 'help wanted' note to a noticeboard near her dorms a few months ago.

Darcy had never believed in that love at first sight crap, and she still didn't. Lust at first sight, now that was totally different. She had been in total lust at first sight with Jane. Not to a crazy degree or anything. She didn't go running down the street after her and make a fool of herself, despite a little part of her wanting too. No, instead she had casually strolled over to the noticeboard, mostly expecting to find a little 'roommate wanted' flyer or something. What she had found was an incredibly detailed description of an unpaid internship in something she had no experience in which offered her the glamorous chance to spend hours in the desert during both the day and night.

If she hadn't seen who put it up Darcy wouldn't have given it a second look, let alone finish reading it not once but twice and then pocket the damn thing. Which she had a feeling she was going to regret, yet at the same time knowing there were worst things then getting to follow someone that pretty around all day.

So basically Darcy had brought this on herself, but every time she questioned what she was doing there all Darcy had to do was look at Jane. Which was also her cure for boredom, Darcy making a game out of counting the seconds in her head until it was ok to glance over at Jane again. Of course she could have just stared at her non-stop and Jane wouldn't have noticed. Jane was completely oblivious to the way Darcy felt, which was both cute and frustrating. Hell, even Eric knew and he was almost as oblivious to real world things as Jane.

"Ok, let's go!" Jane suddenly called out, waking Darcy from her thoughts.

"Wha, what?" Darcy mumbled, but Jane was already out the door of the Winnebago and climbing up the steps.

Bemusedly Darcy followed, surprised to find two plastic deckchairs set up on the top of their vehicle, Jane already sitting down in one of the chairs as she called, "Hurry, you don't want to miss it."

"Miss what?" Darcy asked, sitting down in the other chair.

"Shhhhh." Jane said, pointing up at the stars. But nothing happened, and that worried Jane, "I, I... there should be... erm, ha, if you just give it a second... I'm sure..."

Suddenly Darcy notice something out of the corner of her eye. It started out slow, one little shooting star filling the night sky. Then it was followed by another and another and another, creating a rainbow like effect. By this stage in her internship Darcy wasn't really impressed by stars, but this was the exception.

Naturally Jane started yammering on about it, Darcy politely humming and nodding every so often for several minutes before finally offering, "It's pretty."

"Kind of like you." Jane suddenly blurted out.

Looking over Darcy was surprised to find that Jane was leaning over so their bodies were almost touching. It was surprising as while Darcy was easily distracted Jane normally moved with the subtlety of a tiny but powerful bulldozer.

Briefly Jane look like a deer caught in the headlights, then she looked down to Darcy's lips, then back up to Darcy's eyes, then totally freaked out, jumping back and practically squealing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"For what?" Darcy mumbled in confusion.

"Nothing." Jane blushed, "Nothing at all. Can, can we just forget it?"

"Forget what? Seriously Jane, what's going on?" Darcy asked, still feeling confused until suddenly realisation set in, "Wait, was that... was that you hitting on me?"

"No, no, no, no I, I, I... no I, erm, of course not, I would never, I, I... ha... erm... I... didn't mean it..." Jane stammered weakly, desperately trying to look anywhere other than in Darcy's direction, especially as she softly added, "Look, I'm... I'm sorry ok? Please don't tell anyone."

Darcy was stunned. No, there was an understatement. She was completely and totally floored. She had been knocked to the floor which had opened up and swallowed her, her body still currently travelling through the Earth. Hell, she was so out of it she didn't hear Jane continue to babble on at least for a couple of minutes, Darcy too busy desperately trying and failing to process this new information to put Jane's mind at ease.

As a result Jane's mind became stuck on panic mode, "Plea, please... I swear I've never done anything like this before. I, I never even thought about it. But, but you're just so... so very... God, I'm so sorry Darcy, please forgive me? I didn't mean it, I, I... it's not like I'm even gay or anything, I, I... I just wanted to show you why 'this stuff' is so important to me. I swear. It will never happen again."

"Showing me the stars, or the other thing?" Darcy finally asked, the huge smile crossing her face hopefully meaning she was taking this as well as could be expected.

"The, the other thing." Jane blushed, looking down in shame, "Again I'm, I'm sorry Darcy... I-"

"For what?" Darcy suddenly interrupted, "It's not every day I get hit on by someone so beautiful."

"Oh... ok..." Jane blushed an even deeper shade of red and then again struggled for what to say next, her mouth opening and closing as she began babbling incoherently.

It was so cute. All Darcy wanted to do at that moment was close the gap between them and kiss Jane right on her pretty little mouth. Just like she'd wanted to do since she first saw Jane, except now Darcy might actually have a shot at the other brunette kissing her back. However considering Jane looked like a frightened rabbit Darcy decided to take a more cautious approach.

So, waiting until there was a gap in Jane's rambling, Darcy leaned in a little closer and said softly, "Look, you're gorgeous, and sweet, and brilliant, and way, way out of my league. I mean seriously, you deserve like... a God or something. But... if you want to... we can do anything you want. If you want to forget this ever happened that's fine. Or, if you want, we could talk about it... or... you could kiss me. You know, if you want. It's totally your call."

Jane had looked at Darcy after the first complement, her eyes not leaving hers until there was a pause in conversation. Then Jane's eyes lowered to Darcy's lips briefly then up again, repeating this process a couple of times before biting her lip.

As this was assigned that Jane was still clearly nervous Darcy added, "It doesn't have to mean anything, or go anywhere. It... think of it like an experiment. See if you like it. If you don't, that's cool. I swear I'll never mention it again, to anyone. It's up to you gorgeous."

Darcy regretted that last choice of words instantly. It sounded so cheesy and dorky, but honestly it was hard to come up with anything that good when she was so close to getting the thing she wanted most. Besides, she was far more concerned with Jane's reaction than her embarrassment. Luckily it didn't seem that Jane had been put off by Darcy's cliché-ness as after a few more long seconds staring at each other the older girl finally close the gap between them and touch the younger girl's lips with her own. 

It was... kinda awkward actually. Jane was tense and so nervous Darcy thought she might pull away at any second. She didn't and after a few seconds Darcy caressed Jane's lips with hers. It was kind of like kissing a statue at first, albeit a statue with extremely soft lips, but then Jane relaxed. Not completely but enough that she started kissing Darcy back, the two friends cautiously caressing each other's lips for about a minute or two before Jane pulled back and stared at her assistant.

After a few seconds Darcy opened her mouth to ask how Jane was feeling but before she could get a single word out Darcy's boss leaned forward and kissed her again. Unlike a few other bosses she'd had this attention was very welcome, especially the unexpected but very encouraging aggression Jane was showing first by pressing her petite body more firmly against Darcy's curvy figure and then by Jane almost literally pushing her tongue into Darcy's mouth. Of course Darcy welcomed Jane's tongue and caressed it with her own, the awkwardness quickly fading away and the kiss became like the ones in Darcy's most vivid fantasies.

Jane wasn't sure what had gotten into her. She was actually pretty embarrassed about her behaviour, but she couldn't help herself. Darcy Lewis was like the embodiment of sex. So ridiculously sexy that surely even the straightest woman on earth would find her attractive. Or at least that's what Jane told herself to help her sleep at night.

It hadn't always been this way. Jane had found Darcy attractive from the start, sure, but the girl had gotten on her nerves. She was rude, at times even vulgar and she knew nothing of Jane's work. But then Darcy had proven herself in other ways and very slowly Jane found herself noticing the other woman more and more until she had to admit to herself she had a crush. Then it kind of felt like something more, Jane's work suffering a little because she couldn't stop thinking about Darcy.

For some people it wouldn't be a big deal but it was huge for Jane, not to mention unacceptable. She never let anything distract her before, not like this, and she had almost fired Darcy on the spot. Then Darcy had bought her coffee and smiled at her and Jane knew she could never ever do that so she had to come up with a alternative. A very enjoyable alternative. Because sure, it had been terrifying at first but Darcy's soft lips had felt so good against her own, and that body, those big glorious tits pressing against Jane's vastly inferior pair, it was also overwhelming.

Suddenly Jane found she wasn't in her deck chair anymore. She was in Darcy's, the plastic straining against the weight of two bodies... Jane laying on top of the ridiculously sexy figure of Darcy Lewis.

Jane had no idea how they ended up in this position but she couldn't imagine anywhere she'd rather be. It was like the softest bed ever, Jane just wanting to snuggle up to the soft and curvy body beneath her and never move again. At the same time she never wanted to stop kissing Darcy as the only thing better than feeling the other girl's lips against her own was to feel them while their tongues were caressing each other. Then there was the fact Jane could feel... Darcy's private area against her thigh, her own pressed against the other brunette's thigh in turn, both their centres incredibly warm and... and wet.

That thought caused Jane to let out a long moan which started while she was still kissing Darcy and became louder when she broke her lip lock and moved back, the astrophysicist staring down at her curvaceous assistant for several long seconds before murmuring, "Darcy..."

Darcy waited a few seconds and then replied, "Yeah?"

Gulping so softly it was barely audible even in the relative silence of the desert Jane summoned all the courage she possessed to softly mumble, "We, we're alone... there's... there's no one around for miles."

Darcy's eyes widened. Jane couldn't possibly be suggesting what she thought she was suggesting, could she?

"Yeah, so?" Darcy mumbled softly, hoping Jane would clarify what she meant. When Jane lowered her head and blushed it became clear that not only would she not get the clarification but if Darcy continued down this path Jane would freak out, which was the last thing the loudmouth brunette wanted. So as gently as possible she lifted Jane's chin with her thumb and forefinger until they were looking into each other's eyes again and whispered, "Hey, it's ok. Like I said, we can do anything you want. Anything. That means talk about it, or not, or we could have sexy naked fun time right here underneath your precious stars which FYI aren't half as beautiful as you. It's totally up to you. I'm good with whatever, so just... just tell me what you want."

Jane almost told Darcy she didn't know what she wanted, which was pretty much the truth, but if she actually said that Darcy might take her home and insist that she think about it until she was sure. In fact Jane was positive that was what Darcy would do, as for all her bravado at the end of the day Darcy was a good person ans would always do the right thing. She had certainly always done the right thing by Jane, which didn't exactly help Jane's whole 'falling for her assistant' problem. If problem was the correct term for it.

Forcing herself out of her own head Jane blurted out, "You, you said we should treat this like an experiment?"

"I did." Darcy said, a soft hopeful smile crossing her face.

"Well... then I, I want to try something..." Jane said, pausing to get off of Darcy, moved back to her own chair and then gathered up all her courage to force the next words out, "Take off your shirt."

Darcy's eyes went wide, both at the shock that Jane really did want to go further right here out in the open and that Jane would say something so bold. Well, bold for her. After all Darcy had a mouth like a sailor, but this was sweet, innocent Jane Foster. And sweet, innocent Jane Foster wanted Darcy's shirt off. Fuck that was hot.

Unfortunately her eyes widening caused Jane to blush and second guess herself again, which was cute but Darcy was running the risk of freaking her easily spooked boss out. Luckily she had an easy solution.

Reaching down Darcy started undoing the buttons to her shirt, starting from the bottom and making her way to the top, watching Jane the entire time to gauge her reaction. To Darcy's delight Jane's eyes followed her fingers before becoming transfixed on her chest area, the scientist's gaze never leaving that region as Darcy finished removing her top and then grabbing her huge tits.

"You like these Jane? You like my big tits? Huh? Do you?" Darcy teased softly and gently as possible, squeezing and fondling her own large rack, occasionally even pushing them up and together to show off her pale cleavage, "Normally I know when guys are staring at my tits. They're not even subtle about it. It's harder to tell with girls, but normally I know. I never caught you staring, but given the look on your face I'm wondering if I was just too busy staring at you to notice. Is that it? Huh? Was I so busy staring at you I missed you staring at my tits?"

There was deafening silence for a few moments which terrified Darcy as she thought she had gone too far. Then Jane softly whispered, "Yes."

Unable to stop herself from pushing the issue Darcy asked, "Yes what?"

"Yes I... I was staring." Jane mumbled, unable to stop herself from adding, "I, I stare at them all the time."

"Really?" Darcy grinned, "So you're a breast girl? Good to know."

Jane was blushing furiously again but she still hadn't taken her eyes away from Darcy's chest, the younger brunette deciding to take a risk because of that fact and reached behind her and uncliped her bra. Jane's eyes went wide when Darcy pulled the bra away from her body to reveal those big round tits in all their glory, Darcy grinning proudly as she reduced her super smart boss to a drooling teen boy seeing his first boobs. Then after a couple of long minutes of letting Jane stare she gently took Jane's hands and guided those smudged with pen ink fingers to the round globes of Darcy's admittedly amazing rack.

"You know you can touch them, if you want." Darcy said, waiting a few seconds for Jane to lightly squeeze her boobs before she let go of her boss's hands, "It's ok. Remember, you don't have too, but I'd like you too. I want you too. I want you to touch me. Ohhhhhh God Jane, you can touch me where ever you want."

Although she was aware of Darcy talking Jane didn't hear a word. Normally it was the other way round, although there had been a few occasions where Darcy had been talking to Jane about a band or a movie in such length in detail that the astrophysicist couldn't help but let her mind wander elsewhere. The difference was she was good at faking interest to hide her internally solving some equation, or thinking of something to put in her notes, or as had increasingly become the case simply marvelling at Darcy's beauty. Often that marvelling included ogling Darcy's gigantic breasts, those large globes being the most distracting thing Jane had ever encountered.

When Jane first met Darcy she thought her breasts had been impractically large. Ironically it was perhaps the size which Jane found most fascinating, the scientist's brilliant mind being reduced to a teenager every time she saw them. Jane had even studied Darcy's movement so she could get away at looking at her without getting caught.

However looking had nothing on touching, Jane feeling herself losing what little was left of her mind as she fondled those massive globes of female flesh. She was gentle at first, still marvelling over what she was doing, but it didn't take long for Jane to embarrass herself. She groped, she squeezed, she caressed and she pinched for what felt like an eternity, Jane making it absolutely crystal clear she had no idea what she was doing while Darcy politely moaned in what Jane was sure was fake approval. Then if that wasn't bad enough Jane actually had the audacity to lower her head and take one of those nipples into her mouth and suck on them.

Of course much as she tried Jane couldn't feel too horrified for her actions, nor could she cease and desist. She couldn't even apologise to Darcy, or at least ask her for guidance. Jane probably wouldn't have even heard it, the poor scientist becoming completely lost in desires that she didn't fully understand and was partly ashamed of.

Darcy had definitely faked approval before, although it was really to be polite. In fact that wasn't the case, Darcy simply faking it so whoever she was with would gain confidence and hopefully start doing a better job. More importantly they would go further, attention being moved to where Darcy really need it. However this was not one of those times.

Sure Darcy wanted Jane to go lower but her moans were anything but fake. Not that Jane was an expert tittie pleaser right from the start, but it was so thrilling to finally have her beautiful boss touching her that everything Jane did felt electric. And there was something so endearing, and so very Jane, about the older brunette's clumsy touches, Darcy trying to fight the urge to grin like an idiot as Jane continued staring at her awesome rack. Then Jane added her mouth into the equation and fuck, grinning became the least of Darcy's worries.




Under The Stars



Darcy had a filthy mouth and love to use it during sex, but Jane didn't like swearing and had asked Darcy not to use 'vulgar language' in front of her, meaning that the younger brunette had to bite down on her lips so hard she almost drew blood. Eventually she had to let something out, Darcy at least able to make it a helpful suggestion, "Your tongue oooooohhhhhhh Jane, please, mmmmmmmm, use your oooooohhhhhhh yeeeeeeesssssss! Lick me! Lick my tits! Suck them mmmmmmm suck on my big fat tittes! Oh fuck Jane, oooooohhhhhhh Jane!"

As Jane graciously complied, her tongue swelling around each nipple in turn between lengthy sucks, Darcy tried to keep the swearing to at the very least a minimum, mostly just moaning the older girl's name as she continued worshipping her large chest area for what felt like an eternity.

Although she had never exactly been good with being patient Darcy felt this was one exception to the rule. She could happily lay back and let someone go to town on her big titties close to an hour or something before she insisted they move on. And with Jane she allowed even more time than usual, Darcy letting her female boss have her way with her mountain like boobs for what had to be literally over an hour. Eventually though Darcy could take no more.

"Please Jane, lower." Darcy whimpered without thinking, quickly adding when Jane froze, "Or, oh, or we could swap over. Whatever you want, just please... I can't... fuck Jane, I'm about to pop!"

Ignoring the vulgar word Jane concentrated on what was important, namely what she should do next. Internally she was totally freaking out, telling herself she should stop this before it got anymore out of hand. It would be unbelievably awkward later but that was still an option, Jane somehow knowing that while Darcy would be incredibly annoyed at being left hanging she would be nice about it. No pressuring Jane into anything. Even agreeing to never bring it up again if Jane insisted on it. Which only made Jane want to continue for some odd reason, the scientist incredibly frustrated by the fact that she didn't understand what she was feeling. So Jane concentrated on what she did know, that being that she didn't want to leave Darcy high and dry, which meant stopping OR letting Darcy take over, both of which Jane decided weren't acceptable options.

Jane didn't know why she felt she had to do this, she didn't even know why she wanted too, and it frustrated her as much as anything ever had. But for once in her life Jane Foster didn't try and figure it out. She had been doing that for months without success, and she couldn't do that now. Not now Darcy needed her to be brave. Or stupid. So Jane shut off her brain as much as she could, undid Darcy's fly, grabbed hold of the busty brunette's pants and panties, pulled them down to her knees and then dived her head down to slide her tongue over another woman's pussy for the first time in her life.

Quickly following that up with another lick, and another and another and another, Jane established a slow but steady rhythm, always pressing her tongue to the bottom of Darcy's pussy lips and then slowly gliding it all the way up to the top. After she had mastered this routine Jane turned her brain on again, first nervously analysing Darcy's reaction and finding them to be positive. While it was highly possible they were also out of mere politeness Jane was confident that this act, no matter how badly performed, would at the very least bring her ridiculously sexy assistant some pleasure. That was a theory Jane had more or less proven from her own experience receiving head, and overhearing the popular girls talk in the bathrooms at high school what felt like a lifetime ago.

It was a then Jane realised something, she was enjoying this. She couldn't really explain it, at least not yet, but there was something enjoyable about the licking motion. She also enjoyed Darcy's moans, although Jane was sure that was because it was nice to get positive feedback for a change. But the most shocking, and perhaps telling, revelation was that Jane enjoyed the taste. She enjoyed the taste of another woman's pussy.

Once she had reached that conclusion it was impossible to ignore, Jane inwardly freaking out so much she almost pulled away but... Darcy just tasted so good, that fact overwhelming Jane's already overloaded brain to the point where she became lost to her desire for more of this heavenly treat.

Darcy also felt overwhelmed. She must have thought about this a thousand times, but not even in her most vivid fantasies had Jane ever been the one to go down on her first. Nor had Jane ever been this eager, or shown so much... aggression. However now it was happening Darcy liked it. She really, really liked it. Sure Jane was as awkward and as clumsy as she'd imagined, especially at first, but that was all part of the charm. Darcy had always enjoyed being with a first time pussy licker, especially a female first time pussy licker, feeling as they slowly relaxed and became more comfortable with it. Jane was no real exception, Darcy loving the way her boss took to it if anything quicker than anyone else she'd been with.

The second Darcy thought that Jane proved her point by slamming her tongue as deep into Darcy's cunt as it would go, the assistant immediately crying out in pleasure, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! Oh fuck, oh Jane, oooooooohhhhhh yesssssss please fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me with your tongue! Mmmmmmmmm oh God yes, just like that, oooooooohhhhhh, fuck me. Fuck me Jane. Tongue fuck me you beautiful woman. Taste my fucking girl juices! Oooooooohhhhhh fuck!"

Very quickly after that Darcy's words dissolved into moans, groans, cries, whimpers and screams. Which was theoretically for the best as Jane disliked that type of talk and, if she had been in her right mind, Darcy would never have said that stuff out of fear that Jane would stop. And the very last thing Darcy wanted was for Jane to stop because fuck, this was fantastic. Which was kind of a problem in the sense Darcy was finding it difficult to control herself but luckily Jane was too preoccupied with tongue fucking Darcy to orgasm to notice.

All the tittie worship had revved Darcy's engine and she had been ready to go full throttle right from the start. Previous experience told her she wouldn't get that, even the most eager of her lovers giving her some gentle fucking out of common courtesy if nothing else. The more nervous and inexperienced ones normally took ages to get going, and Darcy fully expected that with Jane. In a way she had kind of been looking forward to it, but while Darcy definitely got half a dozen gentle licks to start Jane plunged her tongue inside her in what had to be record time and then started fucking her with that soft muscle which made Darcy writhe and squirm so much she thought she was going to break the chair.

Out of what seemed more like accident than design Jane's tongue was rubbing against Darcy's inner walls with every thrust, inevitably finding the assistant's sweet spots, the astrophysicist quickly reminding Darcy why she loved women so much. Further proving this point Jane curled her tongue upwards and hit Darcy's sweetest spot, the oh so smart girl repeating the process over and over and hurling the less 'book smart' girl over the edge of one damn fine orgasm. It was maybe the best Darcy had ever had from a first time cunt licker, and it would have been more than satisfactory if Jane had stopped there, but if anything the older woman began slamming her tongue in and out of Darcy even harder than before and making the other brunette cum again. Darcy didn't object, letting Jane tongue fuck her to multiple orgasms, wondering when she was conscious enough whether it was the tongue work or the sound of Jane loudly swallowing her cum which continuously sent her over the edge.

After a while Darcy began to feel faint, the prospect far from unappealing as she was lulled towards sleep by blissful sensations and the indescribable beauty of the stars above her head and the sight Jane Foster's head buried in between her thighs. However Darcy had wanted to fuck her latest boss more than she ever wanted to fuck anyone before, and as exhaustion threatened to knock her out that want became a burning need which could not be ignored.

Jane had liked Darcy's pussy juice, but she loved her cum. It was by far the best thing Jane had ever tasted, the scientist almost becoming a junkie constantly desperate for more. No matter how much she swallowed or fucked out of Darcy it was never enough, and an unfortunate amount ended up covering her face as Jane pressed herself as deep into Darcy's pussy as it would go. Then suddenly she was being pulled away from that heavenly hole, Jane desperately resisting but she suddenly realised how sore, aching and tired she was. Then a pair of soft lips crashed against her own and a tongue forced its way into her mouth, Jane moaning when she realised her unbelievably sexy assistant was kissing her, Darcy tasting herself on the astrophysicist's lips.

The kissing seem to last for hours and yet seconds, the next thing Jane fully aware of being Darcy none too gently pushing her down onto the chair which had suffered most from their surprise bout of lesbian sex. Jane wasn't sure if the chair finally broke under the abuse or she knocked it over but she found herself on the floor with the remains of the chair underneath her and Darcy on top of her. She didn't have time to complain, Darcy ripping her pants and panties from her in what felt like seconds, Jane barely having time to spread her legs in a silent invitation before her friend/helper was between her thighs and attacking her with her tongue.

For a few seconds Jane's mind was once again lost to sensation. It took her a few seconds to even fully comprehend that her pussy was just being licked, the act seeming a million times better than when her previous boyfriends had reluctantly done this for a few minutes and then insisted on fucking her. Darcy didn't insist on moving on. She seemed perfectly content with what she was doing, the strokes of her tongue showing skill that could only come from experience.

When Jane had first met Darcy she was ashamed to admit she had look down on her. Comforted herself with the thought that she was smarter while Darcy was much, much prettier, Jane's mind staying with her long after time took Darcy's looks from her. Now she could never imagine Darcy not being gorgeous and as the busty brunette was currently proving Jane might know her stars but Darcy was smarter than her in other ways, which definitely included sex where she exposed Jane for the amateur she was.

That rather depressing thought was Jane's last of the night, Darcy slamming her tongue inside her and reducing the scientist to a trembling pile of flesh, Jane nothing but a mindless wreck who stared up at her precious stars for comfort as she was flooded with an ecstasy which was completely alien to her.

Darcy had always imagined Jane would taste sweet, but damn. Sweet didn't do justice to this, Darcy wishing she was half as smart as Jane so she could think of an appropriate word. Then again it could be fun to talk it over with Jane, the older girl blushing as she came up with something long and complicated while Darcy grinned mischievously and then abbreviated it to something simple and crude sounding. The image made Darcy smile, and promised that was something she would try to do at some point, but as of right now she had something way more important to concentrate on.

It had been a few years since Darcy had tasted her first pussy, and loved it FYI. She and a friend had got tipsy off a couple of stolen beers, that friend had got 'friendly' and the next thing Darcy knew she was officially bi. Not that she really had any doubts by then, but it was nice to confirm it. Hell, if anything she preferred women, everything about the situation reminding her of why. Of course Darcy was mindful of her past, all those one night stands, friendly hook ups and girlfriends she'd had turning her into the world-class rug muncher she was today and Darcy using all those skills to give the nerdy but incredibly sexy girl the best sex of her life. Perhaps more importantly the greatest orgasms of her life.

As badly as she wanted to shove her tongue inside Jane right from the start Darcy forced herself to start off with gentle licks. Well, gentle-ish. Then increase the speed and force of her licks, moving her tongue clockwise and anticlockwise as well as up and down. Then she teased Jane's entrance and clit. Then, finally, Darcy slammed her tongue into Jane's cunt, almost immediately being greeted by a taste somehow even more delicious than Jane's pussy juice. Immediately knowing what it was only forced Darcy to swallow it down as quickly as possible before beginning to tongue fuck Jane nice and slow, quickly increasing the pace until she was slamming the other girl's fuck hole with her tongue and making the scientist cum on what seemed like every thrust.

This continued until Darcy's tongue ached painfully and she had swallowed many, many batches of Jane's cum. Then instead of stopping Darcy replaced her tongue with two of her fingers, slamming them in and out of the other girl's cunt while sucking on Jane's clit, switching between that and the tongue fucking until her fellow brunette's body finally stopped shaking. Jane continued to make a few gurgling sounds but they were hardly as noisy as her previous wordless screams, and they eventually fade away leaving Darcy to look up.

Unsurprisingly Jane was unconscious but Darcy still patted herself on the back, further rewarding herself by cleaning Jane's pussy and thighs followed by her own face, scooping girl cum into her mouth while she fingered herself to one more very satisfying climax. Then she looked down at Jane, her boss, and bit her lip.

Tomorrow things were going to be complicated. Jane would almost definitely freak out and Darcy might lose her internship, and more importantly her friendship with this wonderfully quirky woman. But that was tomorrow. Right now Darcy just wanted to enjoy the moment, and the beautiful sight before her.

Darcy looked up at the stars which Jane loved so much, then back down to the astrophysicist and smiled. Stars were pretty, beautiful even, but they had nothing on the enchanting creature beneath her.



Under the Stars



The dappled sunshine of the forest gave the green darkness a fantasy-like quality. It took their breath away. Beautiful and lush in the late cool warmth of spring.

The ground was soft and spongy underfoot as they completed their hike, the trees dressed in moss, rocks around a quaint pool. The small pool ran off of a nearby creek and gathered, sparkling and cool, in an eroded little alcove, the boulders surrounding it creating a nice little swimming spot. It was just deep enough to stand up in and the water was clear and refreshing.

Reaching the enchanting spot was not easy, and Sarah sat down at the edge of the pool, pulling her backpack off, then her shoes, and finally removing her soaked outer shirt. The breeze felt nice on her exposed shoulders and she closed her eyes, smiling at the touch of wind that sent stray pieces of her dark red hair floating about her face. Tyson sat down next to her, removing his backpack and shoes as well, then pulling off his shirt, his muscles bunching.

"Don't tease me like that!" Sarah said playfully, her blue eyes now open behind her glasses, trying not to stare as he pulled the shirt over his head and smirked, his blue eyes smiling.

He turned and threw his shirt over a rock, the afternoon nice and mild, the sun shining off the sweat on his back. "I feel gross and sweaty. We can eat in a bit, but right now I'm going for a swim." Standing, he peeled off his hiking shorts, exposing his hard calves and thighs. His short hair and beard were dark brown against his lightly tan skin and his arms were thick and powerful, easily vaulting over the low boulders into the water.

Sarah hadn't realized just how hot the hike had made her until she saw the rivulets of water trickling down Tyson's neck and shoulders as he resurfaced from beneath the water. Spraying her with droplets as he shook his head, Tyson turned back to see her pulling off her own shorts. She nearly tripped as she took off her socks, but caught herself on one of the small boulders, her breasts jiggling in her tight white undershirt.

"Are you coming in?"

"No, I'm just undressing because I hate clothes - of course I'm coming in!" She stepped into the water with a little squeak, then plunged in, emerging and smoothing her hair back.

"You forgot to take off your glasses."

"Dammit!" She blushed and moved to the edge of the pool, laughing and pulling herself up on the rocks, her white underwear now quite see-through and clinging to her ass. Putting her glasses next to her discarded clothes she turned to ease back into the water, her nipples pressing against the tight cloth of her bra and undershirt. Her bra was a dark stain beneath the wet shirt that clung to her curves.

Tyson felt himself stiffen in the cool water, his boxers billowing around his erection as she swam toward him. She splashed water into his face and laughed at the look of surprise.

"Mmm... the water feels nice after that hike." She dipped her head back into the water, pushing her chest up, and re smoothed her wet hair. He stared hungrily at her clinging shirt and the water droplets hanging from her earlobes like silver pearls.

"Tyson?"

He moved toward her slowly, his broad chest swishing through the water. She bit her lip, uncertain what to do, suddenly very aware of the clinging cloth and the tingling cold water between her legs.

Reaching one thick arm, dripping, out of the water, he trailed his fingers from her elbow, over her shoulder and against the hollow of her neck, feeling her tremble. Her skin was soft and slick and he heard her breath become more shallow, quicker, and he moved his hand to the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair. Leaning in, he licked the delicate droplet from the tip of her earlobe, wrapping his other arm around her waist beneath the water, drawing circles with his fingertips on her hips and lower back.

"Ty-Tyson..." Her hot blush radiated from her cheeks as she trembled under his touch. She pressed against his broad chest, the wet shirt wrinkling, her hard nipples leaving wet marks on his skin as the water moved her against and away from him. She looped her arms up around his shoulders, one hand in his hair, the other gently scratching his strong back.

With his fingers in her hair, he leaned her head back, looking at her parted lips, her wide eyes. She looked back, her gaze darting between his blue eyes and his mouth, her breathing shallow and warm on his face. They were inches apart.

"Tys-"

He pressed his lips to hers, hard, pushing her against him. She collapsed into his chest, grasping the back of his neck and rubbing against him. Looping his hand under her thigh he brought her leg up and around his hip, lifting her in the water and wading to the rocks nearby.

She felt the rocks against her back and curled her toes in the pebbly bottom, Tyson setting her down. Her leg was wrapped around his hip and she could feel the warmth between them as they drew closer together. His mouth was hot on hers, his tongue darting and exploring her soft mouth. She pulled away slightly, bit his lip, sucking on it before she surrendered again to his kiss.

He could feel heat emanating from her pussy, wet and soft, as he brought his leg between hers, pressing into the mound beneath her panties. Her hand dropped to his chest, trailing fingernails down the hard muscle and around his side, dipping under the waistband of his boxers, and circling back and forth around his tip until the skin was exposed to his upper thigh.

Sarah dug her nails into his hips, softly, trailing her fingers to the front and slowly reaching lower, caressing his hard cock which twitched under the fabric. She giggled into his kiss, her hand tracing circles to the outside of the other hip where she worked the waistband down as well. She broke the kiss, moving lower, kissing his jaw and neck, shoulders and chest as she continued to drag his boxers down.

Tyson ran his fingers through her hair as her wet, hot mouth kissed and licked the droplets of water from his burning skin. Feeling his boxers move lower and lower he pressed his leg against her pussy again, grinding her into the rocks at the edge of the pool. His hard cock was out of it's fabric prison with one final tug and he grasped Sarah's wrists, pulling her arms over her head and holding them with one hand. With his free hand he yanked the edge of her shirt up, the fabric peeling away to reveal supple skin. Wiggling the rest of the way out of his boxers he threw them and the shirt out of the pool.

Running his hands over her stomach, sides, hips and ass he pushed her harder against the rocks, rubbing against her pussy through the thin underwear, her soft moans close to his ear as he leaned into her.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck again she pushed against his chest with her wet bra, the now bare skin slick against his abs and hips. She felt him unclasp the strapless bra and it fell into the water between them, ignored as his warm, rough fingers cupped and squeezed her tender breasts, her nipples hard against the palms of his hands. As he played with her firm breasts he met her mouth with his again, ki8ssing her softly, one hand wandering down to the edge of her panties and pulling them down just enough to slip his hand inside and grab her ass.

"Mmmm..." she moaned softly into the kiss, her eyes closed and her breath shallow and quick.

"Tyson... I... " He could feel her blush as she formed the words, barely a whisper, "Tyson... I want you... "

Slipping his hand around to the front, she gasped as he slid his fingers down over her pussy, wet and hot, and whispered back, close to her ear, "I know."

Moaning into his neck, Sarah arched against his fingers, letting one hand travel down to his cock, grasping the hard shaft in her petite hands, squeezing gently, trailing her fingertips to his head and sliding back down the shaft.

His breath caught in his throat as she reached to cup his balls and stroke them. He circled his thumb over her hard clit as his fingers ran between the soft lips of her pussy, teasing the tight hole. Pulling softly away from her, he pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them. He threw them and the bra into the pile of wet clothes.

He took a moment to look at her, shy and blushing, as the water lapped softly just below her round breasts, her skin patterned with drops and rivulets of water. Her hair was still slicked back but had started to curl as it dried. Her lips were red, her skin soft and light, and her gaze trailed over him as well, a nervous smile quirked across her face.

"Come here." He said, his voice quiet and intense. Biting her lip, Sarah closed the gap between them, the water cool as it touched her intimately, tingling across her feverish skin. Grabbing her shoulders, Tyson gently turned her around so her back pressed against his chest. He moved the hair from her neck and trailed soft, hot kisses from behind her ear, down her throat and across her shoulder, wrapping one strong arm beneath her breasts where the water lapped at her skin, the other caressing her hip and lower stomach.

She leaned her head back against his chest to better expose her tender neck, her lips parting, the breath a silent moan as she trembled under his touch. Pressing her ass against his hard cock, she swirled her hips in the water, driving him crazy. He moaned into her shoulder, pressing back and twisting against her.

Swiftly, he ran his fingers down the center of her stomach, lower and lower, as she arched against him. He slipped one finger inside her pussy, brought it out and back in again, twisting and thrusting, his other hand rolling one of her hard nipples as he trailed kisses up and down her silky neck.

The tightness and heat of her pussy as he fingered her made his cock twitch. He pulled her harder against him, grinding against her ass. Releasing her nipple, he pulled her thigh up from behind, fingering her deeper, adding a second finger as she moaned. His cock, spread legs allowing him entry, slid against her ass hole, rubbing the sensitive area. She whined in delight.

"Take me wh-where... it's shallower..." she begged between moans, breathing hard. Slowly he moved toward the shallower area, the water receding until it only came half way up their hips. Twisting, she turned and kneeled on the rocky bottom, the water caressing her shoulders as she kissed down his stomach.

"Mmmm... " he groaned as she teased him with closer and lighter kisses. Curling his hand around the back of her head he tangled his fingers into her hair again, struggling not to force her mouth down around his hard shaft as she licked the tip and gently took his head in her mouth. Her chin grazing the waters surface. She sucked and his arm stiffened, his hips and ass flexing as he struggled to stay in control.

"Relax... " she whispered, lightly scratching the fronts of his hips and thighs, one hand moving to cup his balls and stroke the patch of sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. Taking his head in her mouth again she took the rest of him deep, tortuously slow, flicking her tongue around his hard cock, grazing it with her teeth. Sucking hard as she pulled away, Sarah grasped the shaft with her hand, pulling toward her. Moaning softly she took him again, faster, her hand pumping, her lips wet and red around him. 

"Fuuuuck..." he moaned as she went faster, swallowing him, taking him deeper and deeper into her wet, hot throat. He could feel himself hitting the back of her throat as his fingers dug into her hair, pushing her harder, his hips moving forward to meet her as the tightness and heat brought him closer to coming.

His balls squeezed, tightened, and he pulled her head back hard, spraying hot cum all over her lips and chest, dripping from her open mouth. She licked her lips, swallowing his cum and dipping her fingers in the thick liquid, sucking his head to get the last drops before they fell into the water. She stood, the water trickling from her back and shoulders, and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him softly, sensually, his taste on her lips. Breaking the kiss, he lay his head on her shoulder, his breathing evening out.

"Mmph." he grunted, his head heavy on her shoulder. Sarah laughed and pushed him off, splashing him with the cool water.

"Let's clean off, have lunch and take a nap. Remember, we've got to hike back down, unless you want to sleep under the stars tonight." She pushed at him playfully, wading out into the deeper water, cleaning off the pale streaks he'd left on her.

With their waterlogged clothes drying in the sun, Tyson and Sarah sat down to their picnic, wearing hiking shorts over bare skin, Sarah with her over shirt buttoned once above her stomach. They spread a blanket on the spongy forest ground between the spreading trees and the rocky edge of the pool. A little cooler packed a perfect lunch for two and they pulled out sandwiches, chips and baby carrots, cucumber slices, homemade potato salad and sliced fruit. They chatted as they ate slowly, savoring the afternoon, laughing and telling stories.

The breeze was warm and the afternoon light streamed down between the green leaved canopy, dappled sunlight making patterned on the dark blue blanket. The air smelled of pine and wild flowers, and the occasional seductive hint of musk as the wind blew Tyson's smell to Sarah, stirring deep in her stomach as she tried to focus on the conversation.

"So how did you find this place?"

"What?" she started, having lost focus again.

"This place, it's like a perfect little fairy tale, how'd you find it?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, my grandpa and I would come here when I was really young. it was outside the normal paths, our own little place, but after he died I couldn't find it. Then one day when my dad and I were hiking we took a wrong turn and ended up here. Right in grandpa's secret spot." It was a sweet memory, laced with sadness, and she smiled, looking around.

"It's beautiful."

She looked up into his intense blue eyes and swallowed hard. "Yeah, it's beautiful..."

He put his hand on her knee, rubbing softly as he looked around at the trees and landscape. She gathered napkins and plastic forks and empty baggies from the meal and put them back into the cooler. She tried to keep herself distracted as Tyson's fingertips began to outline patterns under the edge of her shorts, moving up her thigh.

"Are you ready for a nap?" She asked, hoping a nap would help her relax.

"Sure." He replied, laying on his back on the soft ground, his hand still on her leg. She lay down next to him, curling onto her side and looking at the muscular shoulder and arm as he brought his other hand up to cushion his head. Moving into the hollow of his side, she lay her head on his shoulder, kissed his cheek softly, and nuzzled into his chest, spreading her fingers slowly over his skin.

The drowsy warmth soon had them both dozing softly under the rich green leaves, breathing deep and slow. The air was calm, birds chirped and insects buzzed as they inhaled and exhaled in the comfortable afternoon...

It tickled slightly, the touch on her stomach as she slowly resurfaced into hazy consciousness. As she shifted against Tyson's firm chest she felt the muscles bunch and flex, heard a low growling and felt him slowly move over her, lowering her onto the blanket. Heavy on top of her, he grinded into her hips, grasping her small wrist and pulling it above her head. Surprised, she exhaled shakily, feeling the head well up in her stomach once more. She felt so small under him as he pressed against her, animalistic and rough beneath the green canopy, musky and heavy.

She pressed up softly to meet his hard body, mewing quietly, little more than a breath. She could smell his muskiness so close now, strong and dizzying, feeding her desire. Her just-awake brain was still muddled and fuzzy, but each sensation cut through the sleepy fog, sharp and precise.

Sliding his unoccupied hand between them, he trailed fingertips from the inside of her thigh over her stomach and chest and up her throat, turning her head to nibble on her delicate ear. As he trailed his fingertips back down he caught the single button of her shirt, easily popping it open. The thin fabric spread as his chest grazed hers, exposing the her breasts, round and soft on his skin. He could smell her skin, a mixture of sweetness and sweat mixed with the scents of the forest. Inhaling deeply, he pressed harder against her, feeling her, small and vulnerable beneath him.

Her eyes fluttered open as she ached against him, feeling his heat brushing her chest, the skin tender and sensitive. With her free hand she stroked his chest and shoulders, rubbing his neck and head as his grip tightened around her captured wrist. He exhaled hot into the hollow of her neck and lowered his head to her chest, biting her firm breasts, lightly sucking the hard nipples that had pressed into his chest, tantalizingly.

Tyson moved his strong arm beneath her as she arched, his hand squeezing her ass through the thin cloth of the shorts, teasing her with fingers that traced patterns at the edge of her waist, pulling at the fabric and scratching her hips in the moments that they were bare. With another deep rumble he released her wrist, trailing kisses and fingertips down her chest and stomach, plucking at the button and zipper of her short and working them aside, his rough fingers squeezing her firm ass, placing gentler and gentler kisses on her skin as he spread her trembling knees, caressing and stroking the tender flesh of her hips and sides and thighs. She arched as his mouth neared her hot center, he could smell her desire but he pulled away, teasing her.

With a pitiful whine, she squirmed in his grasp and he chuckled, loving the way she writhed, wanting him. She reached with shaking hands and cupped her breasts, pulling at the hard nipples, moaning and whining through clenched teeth. He slid his hand back up her body, touching her lips with one finger. They parted, the breath hot and urgent, and she licked his fingertip as it hung between her lips. Sliding his large finger into her mouth he leaned down and licked her intimately, sending a shiver coursing through her body, and she sucked on the thick, rough finger, arching and whining.

He chuckled again, letting her squirm, squeezing her butt and letting her ache before he finally lowered his head, pushing her legs farther apart with his shoulders, sucking at the hard little clit between her thighs. She arched, moaning around his finger, which he twisted and pushed deeper in her mouth, pulling her pussy tight against his face. as his tongue darted over every soft and intimate place, tasting her.

As she scratched and squeezed her boobs, his arm between them, heavy and strong, Tyson's other hand slid downward beneath her, his thumb finding and teasing her tight pussy from behind, tracing smaller and smaller circles around the wet hole as his tongue flicked her clit. Just barely entering her pussy, he wiggled his thick thumb, making her moan and release his finger from her mouth. He pulled it away, trailing saliva over her chest and stomach before he brought it down to rub her clit, moving his hot tongue lower to tease her pussy where his thumb wiggled, just inside.

"Nnnnn... Tyson..." she moaned, squirming against him, wanting his fingers inside her. She was breathing hard, her eyes having fluttered closed, her head back as she arched to meet every touch.

"... p-please..." she begged, an embarrassed whisper. She heard him growl, a low predatorial sound, and was filled hard and fast with his thumb and the finger that had been in her mouth. She threw her head back, her boobs bouncing with the impact as she groaned, Tyson's fingers rubbing her g-spot and pulling her apart, his mouth still hot and wet, grazing her throbbing clit with his teeth.




Under the Stars



Reaching down, she stroked his head and neck with trembling hands, wanting to touch him all over. He was hard, and throbbing in his shorts, she could feel it against her leg and wanted it in her mouth. As she squirmed, lips parted to sigh and moan, he pressed into her, weighing her in place with his body on her legs. He slipped his wet thumb out of her pussy and trailed it to her ass hole, stroking the sensitive area, then slapping her ass as she arched, sliding another finger inside her, fingering her hard and fast. Her moans caught in her throat, came out choked and wild as he sucked and fingered her, holding her legs apart so she couldn't pull away.

"Ff-fffuuuck, T-Tyson... mmmmm... please... " she begged as she struggled toward the unbearable bliss of climax. "Yes... yesssss..." she hissed, and pulling on her nipples, his tongue flicking and sucking her clit, fingering her deeper, his hand slamming against her pussy with each thrust, she came, arching, moaning loudly, trying to breathe through the waves of ecstasy that crashed over her. She squirted and dripped around his fingers, slowly lowering her ragged body back to the blanket, shaking, quivering, unable to catch her breath.

Tyson pulled his wet fingers from her pussy, licking them off, then worked up her body with soft, sweet kisses, finally meeting her lips and kissing her gently, slowly. She could taste herself on his lips and she smiled.

Sarah pushed Tyson onto his back and straddled him, pressing skin to skin, her tongue licking at his soft lips and exploring his hot mouth. Her hair fell in her face as she kissed him and he ran his fingers through her hair and grasped the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She could feel him hard beneath the thin cloth of his shorts and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them, reaching inside to stroke his thick cock. He arched against her hand, groaning.

She wiggled against him, pulling the shorts down slowly, giggling into the kiss. When they were past his knees, bunched around his calves, he kicked them off and pulled Sarah's unbuttoned shirt off and threw them both aside. She was burning up, feverish, her flesh hot and wet as she slid against his length, her knees around his waist.

"I want you..." she hissed, lightly biting his neck and shoulder. She slid against him more vigorously, burying her face against his neck, groaning, her nails leaving crescent shaped marks on his arms and hips.

Forcing her up off him he twisted out from under her and grabbed her hips from behind, running his hands over her back and sides, and she lowered onto her elbows, swaying her ships seductively. Grasping his cock he drew it between her thighs, down her ass, rubbing his head around the rim of her dripping pussy. She groaned and leaned against him, her legs clenched. Bringing her hips back he slid his thick cock over the lips of her pussy, feeling her fevered body against his. She quivered and whined, spreading her knees and arching toward the ground, her hips rising higher, baring her more vulnerable.

Caressing her ass, he slid back and drew his cock to her tight pussy, entering smoothly, the blazing heat enfolding him as he moaned. She squeezed as he pulled back out, breathing hard into the blue blanket beneath them. The tightness drove him crazy, and he thrust into her hard and fast, groaning under the pressure, his balls slapping her clit. She cried out and spread her thighs wider, feeling him thick and burning as he stretched her tight pussy.

One hand wiggled itself beneath her body and yanked on each of her nipples, twisting them between her fingers before charting a wandering path down her body to her clit, moist and swollen between her legs. Pressing her fingers against it, she rubbed hard, her body quivering, her pussy tightening even more as she struggled to breathe.

Tyson thrust deep into her core, filling her, twisting her hips against him as he edged closer and closer to coming. He could feel himself building up and slowed down, squeezing himself to keep from going over the edge, not ready to be done. Sarah whined, panting, rubbing and quivering as he thrust into her lightly, savoring each individual sensation, the heat, the squeezing tightness, the slippery wetness and texture, the way she moved against him, the sounds she made.

Wrapping an arm under her hips he fixed her to the spot and thrust deep, penetrating and filling her, faster and harder as she moaned louder, clawing at the blanket, her legs trembling against his as he felt his balls tighten. He arched and cried out as he came inside her, pulsing hot and deep, dripping from her as she floated down from her own orgasm. Her hand rested on the blanket, fingers glistening, her legs still quivering. Their bodies gleamed with sweat.

He pulled out of her, the energy sapped from his body, and collapsed on his back next to her. Breathing heavy, his eyes hazy with exhaustion, he turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were glazed, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled, tired, and let her eyes flutter closed as she lowered to her stomach. She gently took his hand, his fingers closing over hers, small in his large grip. Tyson closed his eyes.

They'd have to go for a swim when they woke up. Maybe they'd sleep under the stars tonight.

The End



Under the Stars



Hello Everybody ~

How are you?  I hope wonderful!  This is a fantasy about me not being able to sleep and going outside to watch the stars.  When you realize I'm not in bed you come out to be with me.  

Enjoy!

XXOO
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A/N: This story contains gay incest. Don't like it, don't read it. I had a request from a fan asking me to write a father/son story that had a little bit of romance in it. I hope I delivered. 

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"How much further is it, Dad?" Jake asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

"Maybe 2 kilometers. A half an hour more, tops." Paul said with a smile. Jake looked up at the sky, the sun would be setting soon. 

The forest was calm. The only sounds were that of Jake and his father, their feet crunching along the forest floor. The animals skittered away from the men as they passed. It was a hot day, with a blue sky and small white clouds that only partially hid the sun. The men were cooler beneath the canopy of trees. 

They walked along the overgrown path, sweat pooling on their backs where their bags were held. Jake breathed in the forest air greedily. Like his father, he preferred it out here in the wilderness. Jake wasn't able to get out here as much, since his father had started working out of town. He loved it out in the woods, it was so peaceful here. When he was out here with his dad, Jake felt as though there were only the two of them in the world.

Jacob lived with his mother, in a modern two bedroom condo, right in the middle of the city. It wasn't so bad before, because he got to stay with his father on weekends and for spring and winter break. But now his father travelled a lot for work, so he only got to see him for one weekend a month, two, if he was really lucky. Falling asleep to the sounds of traffic was starting to get to Jake. Falling asleep without his father around was getting to him more. 

Jake watched his father as he led the way through the thick, green trees. He loved his father, loved him more than he could say. Loved him so much it scared him. 

Eventually Jake and Paul reached a small clearing in the trees. 

"We'll sleep here, son." Paul said, setting his backpack down onto the fresh grass. He looked around the clearing, rubbing his hands together in contemplation. "How about you set up the sleeping bags, and I'll find some firewood before it gets dark."

"Sure, Dad." 

Jake quickly unpacked the bags, grabbing both of their sleeping bags and unrolling them. He did it without thinking. He was lost in his own confused world. 

Jacob was attracted to his father, more than he'd like to admit. There was something about his dad's beautiful, toned body that got him hard. Not to mention how wonderful in general his father was, so loving and gentle, yet masculine at the same time. Jake wished he could be more like his father that way. 

Paul got the fire ready just as the sun set fully beneath the trees. He watched his son closely as the fire grew. 

Paul knew that the way he felt about his son was inappropriate, and for the most part he was able to ignore the feelings he had for Jacob. But when the two were alone together, especially out so far from civilization, those feelings were nearly impossible to resist, never mind ignore. 

Jacob was sitting cross-legged on his sleeping bag, chewing his nail. His sandy blonde hair was dishevelled; his forehead was creased with lines. He wondered how he'd manage to sleep next to his father without trying anything, it seemed unrealistic. 

"Jake, look at the stars." Paul said in wonderment, glancing up at the night sky. Jacob didn't respond. 

"Jake?" Paul said softly, moving towards his son. "Jacob?"

Finally the boy looked up. He looked a little surprised. 

"What is it, Dad?" 

"You've been really quiet today... is everything alright?" Paul sat beside his son with his legs outstretched. He was a comfortable distance away from his son. 

"I'm fine." Jake said, looking away from his dad. 

"Are you mad at me because I couldn't come see you last weekend? I know you hate it when I have to go out of town, I hate it too, but-"

"I'm not mad at you, dad." Jake said, giving his dad a small smile. Paul relaxed. The pair sat in silence for a few moments, watching the flames of the fire dance against the darkness. 

"What's the matter son?" Paul asked, gently taking his son's chin in his hand, turning Jake to face him. "You know you can tell me anything." 

Jacob looked to the side, not meeting his father's eyes. He sucked in a deep breath. He may as well just tell him. 

"Stacie and I broke up." Jake began. His father's eyebrows furrowed in sadness.

"I'm so sorry, son. I know how much you cared about her." Paul said, releasing Jacob's face and squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. It made Paul just a tiny bit happy, and he hated himself for that. 

"It's not that... I'm just... really confused." Jake looked up at his father, studying him. His father was gorgeous. He had black hair, and chocolate brown eyes like Jake. His skin was tan, and he was about 6'3", nearly half a foot taller than Jacob. 

"What are you confused about?" Paul asked. Again, Jake breathed in deeply, exhaling through his nose.

"I think I might be gay." Jake said hurriedly. Paul gaped, his heart beating wildly in his chest. But then he remembered that just because Jake might be gay, didn't mean that the two were free to have any sort of romantic relationship. He sobered, nodding slowly at his son's omission. 

"Why do you say it like that, son?" Paul asked, "You know I won't care." 

"It's just that, I don't know if I am or not. Don't most people know when they're like, really young?" Jake asked, blushing. 

"Everyone's different. I didn't know until after I had you. I figured out that I was gay when you were five, I was twenty-seven. I think everyone's different. But it doesn't matter, son, you're only eighteen, you don't have to have it figured out right now." Paul gave his son a small smile, before rubbing his back soothingly. 

"I don't know. I'd like to know right now, you know? It'd be easier if I could just figure it out." Jake said quietly, looking up at the stars. God, they really were beautiful out here.

"Why do you think you are, Jake?" 

A shiver ran up Jake's spine. He hesitated. How could he skate around this?

"There's this guy. At my school." Jake said quickly. 

"Oh? You have a crush on him?" Paul asked with a grin. It was fake, but convincing. 

"Yeah. But he's not into me." Jake said, stretching out onto his back, to look up at the stars. 

"Oh, he's straight?" Paul followed suit, and lay next to his son on his own sleeping bag. They were a few inches apart, Paul hated it, but he knew that he couldn't move closer. 

"No, he's gay. But he's not into me. He'd never be into me." Jacob said, sneaking a glance at his father. Paul frowned. 

"He told you that?" 

"Well, no, but I just know." Jacob began chewing his thumb nail again, looking up at the constellations. 

"I think you're selling yourself short." Paul murmured.

"Why do you say that?" Jacob asked quietly, nervously. Paul smiled.

"You're smart, you're funny, you're attractive," Paul began. Jake cut him off.

"I'm not attractive."

Paul scoffed. He turned to his side, propping himself up onto his elbow. His son was the most beautiful person in the world to him. 

"Yeah, you are." 

"You have to say that, you're my dad." Jake said, facing his father. 

"I am not just saying that because I'm your father." Paul said, looking his son in the eyes. 

"So, you'd go for me?" Jake asked, his eyes widening. Paul laughed.

"Sure, if you weren't my son, and I wasn't more than twice your age, I'd go for you. Definitely." Paul relaxed onto his back again, staring once more up at the stars. He was telling the truth. If no one would care he would love to be with his son. He'd loved his son since the day he was born, but as Jacob got older than love grew into something different. 

"Why does any of that matter?" Jake asked quietly. Paul chuckled again.

"Because out there, in the real world, things like age differences and incest weird people out." Paul said. 

The two men lay there silently for a while, each lost in their own worlds. 

"Son, that boy that you have feelings for, you should go for him." Paul said quietly. Jake propped himself up onto his elbow and looked down at his father.

"Okay." He murmured, before pressing his lips gently against his father's. 

Paul moaned softly in surprise, but didn't pull away. His hands instinctively went to Jacob's thick blonde hair, and he tangled his fingers in the tresses. Their lips moved slowly together, savouring the taste of each other. 

"We shouldn't do this, son." Paul said breathlessly. He thought of what would happen when they got home, all that they'd have to hide. Jake looked down at him, his face hovering just a few inches about his father's. 

"Do you want to do this, Dad?" Jake asked quietly, holding his father's cheek in his hand. He loved the feeling of his dad's unshaven face, the scratchy stubble rubbing against his skin. The question caught Paul off guard, so he was only able to answer truthfully.

"I've wanted to do this for years." Paul said softly. His hand was still tangled in his son's hair.

"Me too." Jacob murmured, before leaning down to kiss his father again. 

There was no hesitation this time. Paul pushed the thoughts of the future away, right now only this was important.

Paul sucked on his son's bottom lip, begging for entrance into his delicious mouth. Jacob obliged, allowing his father in, their tongues dancing together sinfully. 

Paul rolled over slowly, not breaking the kiss, pushing Jacob onto his back. His hands moved to Jake's legs and he parted them easily, climbing between them. Jake's legs wrapped around his father, his hands tangled in Paul's black hair as they kissed. 

"Oh, Dad, you have no idea how long I've wanted this." Jake breathed softly as Paul's lips moved to his neck. Paul placed firm kisses all along his son's warm neck, before sucking at the skin, marking Jacob as his own. 

Jake began grinding his hips against his father's, stimulating both of their already swollen members. Paul groaned against his son's neck, his stiff cock begging for attention. He'd wait as long as he could. 

Paul got up onto his knees, leaning over slightly to help Jake pull his sweater off. Jacob rose up, pressing his lips to his father's once more as he shrugged off his coat. Paul's hands moved to his son's t-shirt and he quickly ripped it off, throwing it to the grass. 

"Dad." Jake exhaled shakily as his father began kissing down his collarbone and onto his chest. Jake began undoing the buttons on his father's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and away from his body. 

Jake relaxed against his sleeping bag once more, allowing his father full control. Paul rubbed his son's erection through his pants, while his mouth pressed warm kisses along Jacob's smooth chest. Paul flicked his tongue over Jacob's right nipple, inciting a soft moan from his boy. He began to suck on it, sending waves of pleasure through his young son's body. 

Jake was whimpering softly, his hips rolling against his father's as he was brought ever closer to his peak. He'd been wanting this for years, and now it was finally happening. He petted his father's soft, dark hair, eager to touch more of him, but patiently waiting until he was given the chance. He was content to let his father continue what he was doing anyway. 

Paul's mouth cascaded down Jake's bare chest, kissing and sucking until he reached the top of his son's jeans. He hesitated, looking up at his son. 

"Please don't stop, Dad." Jacob breathed, his hands twisting eagerly in his father's hair. Paul smirked, his hands moving to the buttons on Jacob's jeans. 

He tore his son's pants off quickly, pulling off his boxers as well. Paul smiled, the two men were clearly illuminated by the amber glow of the fire. Paul greedily took in his son's body, licking his lips as his fantasies were finally freed. God, he wanted his son more than he could say.

Paul spat on his hand generously, before slowly stroking Jacob's hard prick. 

"You have a beautiful cock, son." He said, running his hand up the length. Jacob's dick was soft, smooth and straight, and average in length. His light brown pubic hair was trimmed short. Paul's free hand moved to his son's thigh, and he rubbed it lovingly. 

"Dad, please more, please, go faster." Jacob whined, throwing his arm over his face, his other hand fisting the sleeping bag.

"We have plenty of time, son." Paul said calmly, before letting spit fall slowly from his mouth, onto his son's erection. He wanted to take his time, to savour every second with his son. 

"We only have the week!" Jacob said, trying to hurry his father's movements. He was young and inexperienced, and he wanted everything right this instant. Paul chuckled softly, leaning over his son and pecking his lips.

"Don't worry about that, son. We have all the time we need." He kissed his son passionately again, before returning focus to his son's dick. 

"Do you want me to suck your cock, son?" Paul asked teasingly. 

"Oh, please, Daddy." Jacob begged. Paul beamed, shifting positions so that he was lying down, propped up onto his elbows. 

He took his son's dick in his hand once more, stroking it slowly. Finally he leaned down, engulfing his son's cockhead into his mouth. Jacob breathed shakily above him, his hands moving to his father's hair, twisting in the dark locks. 

Paul moaned softly, bobbing his head down onto Jake's cock. He took about half of it to start, coming off of it and licking at the head. His tongue ran over the tip, lapping up the salty pre-cum that Jacob had already started to leak. 

"Oh, wow." Jacob breathed, still trying to grasp the fact that his father, his gorgeous father, was sucking his cock – and he was sucking it better than any girl before him. Jacob grinned, petting his dad's soft hair. 

Paul's tongue moved up and down the length of Jake's cock, coating it with his saliva. He jerked his son's member, before taking it between his lips again, this time coming down further down. He bobbed his head up and down quickly, taking more of Jacob's length each time, until he was deep-throating his son's cock. 

"Oh, dad, you have no idea how good this feels." Jacob said, closing his eyes to relish in the wonderful sensations. Paul moaned his response, sending vibrations along his son's warm dick. 

Paul was becoming even more aware of his own hard cock, pressing forcefully against his jeans. He popped his head off of Jacob's length, rolling onto his back so he could remove his pants. Jacob watched him eagerly as he tore off his bottoms, sliding off his underwear too, and tossing them aside. 

Jake's eyes widened as his dad's cock was freed. It was big, eight inches or so, and fairly thick. The boy didn't feel fear though, only excitement. He'd fantasized a lot about having his dad's cock buried deep in his ass, nothing would stop him from living out those fantasies tonight. 

"I want to suck your cock, dad." Jacob said, looking sideways at his father. Paul was lying naked on his back, grinning at his son. 

"Climb on top of me, Jake." 

Jake did as he was told, climbing onto his father, looking down at his dad's impressive prick. His knees were beside Paul's head, his cock dangling teasingly just above his father's face. 

Jacob stroked his father's dick slowly, anxiously spitting on it, trying to mimic the way Paul began. Jake had never sucked a cock before, and he wanted to make his father feel as good as his father had made him feel. He sucked in a deep breath, before taking his father's head between his pale lips. 

Paul groaned appreciatively, a low rumble emitting from his chest. He took his son's hips in his hands and pulled them down, so that he was able to take his son's dick in his mouth once more. 

Jacob tried hard, forcing his head down as far as he could, but he could still only take half his dad's cock. He jerked the rest of his father's length into his mouth, slurping on it noisily. Jake's hips moved rhythmically, almost on their own, pumping into Paul's mouth. He fucked his father's throat eagerly, and he began to feel a pressure build in his stomach. 

"Oh dad, I'm going to cum." Jacob moaned, thrusting more quickly into his dad's mouth. Paul met him part way on each pump, sucking and licking at his son's cock. He wanted Jake to cum in his mouth. Jacob rested his face against his dad's thigh, continuing to stroke his father's dick. 

"Oh! Fuck, fuck!" Jacob exclaimed, pumping his hips wildly, recklessly into his father's awaiting mouth. The boy tensed, the muscles in his body contracting deliciously, before he finally released a loud, long moan. His legs and feet twitched beside his father's head, as his orgasm overtook him. 

He filled his father's mouth with at least five long streams of spunk, coating his dad's tongue in his seed. The boy shuddered as his orgasm slowly died, before finally rolling off of his father and onto the cool grass. He was panting quietly. 

Paul savoured the taste of his son ejaculate, swallowing his load appreciatively. 

"Oh, dad, that was..." Jacob began, staring up at the starry sky. Paul sat up, crawling towards his son, so that their heads were both the same direction. He leaned over, kissing his son passionately on the mouth. Jacob's tongue delved into his father's mouth, and he tasted himself there. 

"I love you, son." Paul said, his lips moving to his son's cheek. Jacob wrapped his arms around his dad's back, holding his body close.

"I love you too, dad." 

Paul climbed between his son's legs, grinding his hips slowly against his son. Jacob began stroking his father's dick once more, waiting for his own cock to harden again. 

"Mm, son, that feels good." Paul murmured, wrapping his arms around his son's back. He rested his forehead against Jake's shoulder, waiting calmly until they could continue. He was ecstatic that he was already able to make his son cum. 

"Dad, I want to do this forever." Jacob said quietly, looking up at the dark sky, his hand running slowly up and down his dad's prick. 

"Me too." Paul said with a small smile, kissing his son's shoulder lovingly. 

"Can I move in with you?" Jake asked nervously. Paul smirked into his son's skin, his heart beating wildly. 

"Well, you still have a couple more months of school..." Paul murmured. Jacob frowned sadly, his hand slowed. "But after you graduate from high school, I'm thinking we could, I don't know, rent a cabin somewhere, way out in the woods," he rose slightly, meeting his son's questioning gaze. "Make love under the stars every night."

"Really dad?" Jacob asked, beaming up at his father. Paul kissed his son quickly.

"And then when you start university, we can find a place together, close to your school." Paul finished. 

"Oh, dad, I love you." Jacob said again, wrapping his arms around his father, hugging him close. Paul chuckled, eagerly kissing his son again. 

Their tongues moved together lustfully. Paul needed his release soon, he couldn't wait much longer. Luckily, his son was already beginning to harden once more. As they kissed, Paul's hand moved to his son's prick and he stroked him quickly, feeling the length stiffen in his hand. 

"Make love to me, daddy." Jake whimpered, locking his fingers in his dad's hair. Paul smiled down at him, nodding. 

He sat up, looking down at his boy's perfect body. Paul pushed his fingers past his son's lips, fucking his mouth with the digits. Jacob looked dutifully up at him, coating his father's fingers with his saliva. 

"That's my boy." Paul murmured, wriggling his fingers. Finally he popped his fingers out of his son's mouth, and moved them to his boy's glorious ass. 

Paul spat on his son's hole, adding more lube before placing his middle finger at the tight knot. 

"Daddy'll be gentle." He said quietly, slowly pushing his finger into his son's hole. Jacob seethed, his hips coming up off the grass. Paul placed his free hand firmly on Jake's stomach, holding him against the grass. He stroked his son's belly with his thumb, soothing the boy. 




Under the Stars



Paul pushed his finger in up to the second knuckle, before stopping and letting Jacob adjust to the invasion. Jacob exhaled shakily, steadily relaxing. 

Paul watched his son's face as he pushed his finger in further, up to the first knuckle. Jacob squeezed his eyes shut, but gave no more indication that he was feeling any discomfort. Paul pulled his finger part way out, before pushing all the way in again. 

Jacob was gradually getting accustomed to the feeling, and as Paul continued the pain started to recede. Paul felt the small bump inside his son's channel, and he stroked it deliberately. Jacob moaned loudly in surprise and pleasure, throwing his head back. 

"Oh, dad," Jake groaned, settling back into the grass. Paul smiled, continuing his wonderful assault inside his son. Jake began to leak pre-cum generously as his father continued stroking his prostate, sending the waves of pleasure crashing through Jacob's young body.

Eventually, Paul pulled his finger completely out of his son, popping it, along with his first finger into his mouth. He tasted his son's sweet ass, coating both his fingers heavily in spit. He brought them back down to his son's hole, pushing them both in together. 

"It's okay, son, daddy's got you." Paul said quietly. His son hissed at the intrusion, and again Paul steadied him with his hand. 

It wasn't long before Jacob was opening up easily, allowing Paul to spread his fingers inside of his ass. Both men were dripping pre-cum as Paul scissored his fingers inside Jake's virgin hole. 

"Dad, please, I want your cock. I can't wait anymore." Jacob whined, grinding his hips against his father's hand. 

Paul pulled his fingers out of his son, and began jerking his cock quickly. He spat on it, lubing it amply before placing the head at his son's entrance.

Jacob's breath caught as Paul pushed the head of his cock past his son's tight sphincter. His nails dug into the grass as he tried to take his dad's dick. 

"Fuck daddy." He moaned, his asshole gradually adjusting to the girth. 

Paul leaned over his son, kissing him softly on the lips, before pushing more of his length into his hole. He loved the way his son's channel tightened around his dick. Paul let out a low, guttural moan as pulled out, and then pushed into his son again. 

Paul continued the rhythm, pulling out of his son, pushing in a little more of his length, holding, then pulling out again. Gradually Jacob became more used to his dad's dick, and finally, Paul was able to fit his entire pole inside his son. 

"Son, you're making me so proud." Paul said, resting his hands next to his son's face, lying over him. 

"Dad, your dick is so big." Jacob whined, tangling his fingers into his father's hair. Paul pulled out, and pushed back in slowly, burying his dick to the hilt inside his son. 

"I know, baby, I know." Paul soothed, kissing his son's cheek. 

Paul began thrusting more quickly, pumping rhythmically into his boy. His entire body was tingling with pleasure as he filled his son. Jacob whimpered and moaned loudly with every thrust, his young body slowly accepting the large cock. 

The pain subsided, leaving Jacob to feel only intense pleasure as his father fucked him under the stars. Jake's eyes closed, his body began to move with his father's, meeting his dad's thrusts with enthusiasm. 

Both men were moaning, filling the surrounding forest with the sounds of pleasure. Paul's were low and guttural, Jake's were higher in pitch and shorter, crying out every time he took his father to the hilt. 

Their pleasure mounted, Jake's body tensing beneath his father. Paul's pumps became reckless and wild, fucking his son without abandon. 

"God, Daddy!" Jake moaned, his legs tightening around his father's hips. His fingers pulled at his father's hair. His head flew back, his asshole tightened around his father's prick once more as he went flying over the edge. His cum shot up his toned stomach in thick white trails, as his body jerked helplessly beneath his father. 

Paul came right after, thrusting roughly into his son. With a loud groan, he came, shooting his seed deep into his boy's virgin hole. He shot six or seven long streams of jizz into his son, filling him with his spunk. 

When both men had finally come down from their orgasms, Paul looked at his son and smiled. They kissed, a slow, tender, loving kiss, before Paul pulled out of his son's ass. He relaxed against Jacob, smearing his cum onto both of their stomachs. 

Jacob lay there smiling, feeling the weight of his father on him. His legs were still wrapped firmly around his dad, his arms followed suit. He shut his eyes reluctantly, falling asleep to the peaceful sounds of the forest, and his father's quiet breathing.



Under the Stars



Over the course of James and my relationship, we've had some incredible sexual experiences that I can honestly say I will never forget. However, this one was different. We were one year into our relationship when James and I went to San Marcos, Texas to visit his aunt and cousin with his mom. His aunt's house was on a golf course in the middle of nowhere. When we arrived, his aunt showed us to our rooms, which of course, were separate, and of course, his mother's room was blocking ours—to I guess, keep us from sneaking into each other's room—however, this didn't stop us. After dinner, the rest of the house started getting ready for bed and James started to caress my thigh (one of the things we both know gets me going). In the middle of the living room, James pulled my bra to the side and softly started sucking my breast. My pussy was throbbing. I wanted him to fuck me so badly.

Unfortunately, everyone came back into the room to watch a movie. I was absolutely dying! One of the things I've learned after being with James is how horribly horny I get when we have to wait! While we were under a blanket, James continued to cares my thigh. With every touch he stroked up towards my pussy just a little bit more. At that point my pussy was dripping. I wanted him to take me right then and there in front of everyone.

I didn't pay attention to the movie at all. Him teasing me made me so wet to the point of it dripping down my thigh. When the movie was over, everyone went to bed... well, everyone except for us of course. We stayed up so that James could finish the job he had started. He knew he wasn't allowed to tease me like that without finishing the job he started. As the final light went out, James led me outside to the golf course. No one was there but ourselves and the stars above. We walked hand and hand across the vacant course and found a perfect spot right in the middle. The second we found a spot and laid down he immediately pulled down my pants and pulled my panties and bra to the side. Very softly, James licked my pussy with just the tip of his tongue. I moaned loudly. 

I couldn't believe how horny and wet I was. I wanted him to fuck me so badly, but also didn't want this feeling to go away. After a while of treating my pussy, James went to my tits and did the same thing while stroking my dripping wet pussy with his warm fingers. As he did this I tried to pull down his pants but he slapped my hand away telling me no... (I love it when he takes charge like this)! Every time I begged for his dick he said he would add a minute on to when he was planning on fucking me. This made me so horny, bringing me to the point that I started to cum. As my pussy began to tense up, James pulled his pants down and slipped right into my wet hole filling me up. I moaned loudly as he fucked me deep and hard. I came immediately, but I felt like I could cum again... and again... and again.

After cumming, I took his dick in my mouth to suck it. The taste of my pussy on his dick made me even hornier. James was moaning with pleasure as I took control to please him. After a while of making him squirm, I hopped on top of him cowgirl style and rode him letting my pussy juice squirt out with every pulse.

James grabbed my ass cheeks as I rode him and then slid one of his fingers on to the tip of my ass hole to stroke it. This pulled me over the edge and made me cum again all over his shaft. As I was cumming, James came too filling me up. After this, we both collapsed on each other and laid there, our bodies intertwined, under the stars.

I felt absolutely incredible. After thirty minutes or so of snuggling we both walked back inside, hand-in-hand. We kissed each other goodnight and went to our rooms. Although we were upset we had to go our separate ways, we both knew that we would never forget this moment for the rest of our lives.

-Karen