3 comments/ 18856 views/ 4 favorites At Midnight By: StoneAngel "Only at midnight huh?" She asked him, trying not to laugh. "Yes... only at midnight," he answered. "I don't believe you," she laughed. "You don't have to. You'll see for yourself," he assured her. "No... I don't think so." She laughed again. "Did you really think I was gonna fall for that? Geeesh. That line ever worked for you?" "Oh like it isn't something you already admitted to wanting anyway. If it happens, great...if not . . . we'll still have fun." She thought about it and then smiled and said, "OK... tomorrow," and hung up the phone quickly before she could change her mind. He smiled and hung up his end and tapped the phone a couple of times. "Tomorrow at midnight." He was excited... He just hoped it was true after all. They'd find out tomorrow at midnight. The cemetery was misty with fog when midnight rolled around. He looked out of the car window and wished he could save the scene. The dark gravestones like fingers reaching up and beckoning him in, the rusted gate broken long ago and tilted to one side, it was all so perfect looking. Pulling his riders coat on, he stepped out of the car and walked in. He walked down the main path to the second turn off and then down into a lightly wooded area called Everlasting Peace Hills. He laughed at the name and fought hard to keep himself from running ahead to see if she was there or not. He had been hard all day thinking of tonight. This setting... this time... hell... even if it didn't happen, this was going to be a night to remember. In the foggy air, he saw it, the marble of the crypt pristine and pure white, it seemed to shine in the dark. The flat marble slab was raised up on Grecian looking posts and a darker marble box but none of that was what interested him. She was. Pure white and perfect in every way. The Stone Angel of Everlasting. A perfect statue adorned the crypt. She was tall and elegant and dressed in flowing white robes that still hinted at her form under them. She was made of marble, but you would swear she could breathe. He was staring at her and smiling as he approached, and he completely missed seeing his date. Tracy stepped from behind a few gravestones and cleared her throat. "OK... you got a hard on for a fuckin statues? What am I... sliced meat?" She stuck her tongue out at him, not really mad. She was biting her lip and smiling. She had waited so long to meet him. He was caught off guard and jumped a little and then started to laugh. Tracy was tall with long dark hair. It was wild looking in a Goth sorta way that just gave her a dangerously playful look. Her fishnet hose were carefully ripped just right and her leather jacket just tight enough to show her fantastic body under it. "Hey baby girl," he said and walked toward her. "No uh. You go play with your angel," she said in mock disgust. "I wanna play with you," he said and smiled. "Ya right... that's why you came up nearly stroking it looking at her huh?" She turned away in a pout. "You aren't serious are you?" He asked, and she turned back briefly and stuck out her tongue again. He walked up to her and slid his arms around her waist. "I want you." His voice had the same effect in person that it did on the phone, and she quivered and smiled. "I want you baby girl." She turned back to him. "I still don't believe it and it is 5 minutes to midnight." "Then we better get started," he said and wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh sure... you think I am that eas... " She never finished the thought as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in to a kiss. Her breath was caught short, and she felt slightly dizzy from the sudden rush she felt. Oh yes... it was just like she imagined it. The feel of his touch, finally after all this time. To finally feel him and smell him... to taste his kiss... to feel his lips pressed to her, his hand in her hair. She had waited so long, she knew there was no turning back now. She leaned back into him and kissed him back and pressed her body against him. As they kissed, he reached down and undid her rider's coat zipper and pulled it down. As he slid the leather back, he stopped and looked. He was amazed to find her nude under it, wearing only ripped fishnets. She laughed and kissed him again before he could question her about it. He had told her to wear something she felt sexy in... guess she did. She let the coat fall away and stood there naked in the cool night air and kissed him. He began pressing his body against her as well, his hands roaming all over her, exploring the new flesh for his amusement. Then she bit on his lower lip hard enough that he yelped and pulled away. Laughing, she took that moment to run from his grasp and sprint to the crypt slab, her pale skin also seeming to shine in the darkness. Laughing, he raced after her, stripping away his clothing as he did until he climbed nude onto the crypt next to her. She was in a crouch on all fours and growling at him and wagging her ass like a tail. He laughed and lunged at her, but she darted away just at the last moment. He growled back at her and lunged again, grasping her hair and pulling her to him. She struggled, but he pushed her face down on the stone and moved behind her. She grunted and tried to push up, but he held her fast and leaned his weight onto her. As she felt his cock head brush her bare, shaved pussy, she stopped fighting quite so much and looked over her shoulder at him and panted. His long hair draped over her skin tickled her and made her get even wetter. She growled again, and he leaned over and bit her neck, holding it in his teeth as he let out a long low growl of warning. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pain of the bite and the feeling of his weight pinning her down. As she acquiesced to him, his cock penetrated her and slid deep into her with one long thrust. She moaned and bit her lip, and he growled again and began to fuck her. The rhythm was nice and slow and hard as he pumped into her deeper and deeper until he was able to slide all 8 inches deep into her pussy with ease. She got her hands under her and was going to try and roll when she suddenly felt ice cold hands grabbing her. She screamed in shock and tried to pull away but she could not escape the grasp. Looking up, she saw it was true. It was midnight. The Stone Angel of Everlasting knelt before her and pinned her hands to the crypt, her stone flesh and clothing rippling with life. "I told you it was true," he said... his voice heavy with his own disbelief. "My God it's true." The angel looked at them with a confused look. She was summoned by passion... and now that passion had stopped. She was uncertain what to do. She reached up with her free hand and slipped her stone robes off her shoulder and let them fall. Her breasts, marble and cold, were full and had just the slightest sag to them. Her nipples were hard and she pinched them and smiled at the two lovers. Unable to believe what they saw, they were motionless for long moments, and then he began to pump her again, his cock slamming into her harder and faster now. She moaned and watched the angel as she was fucked good. The angel smiled. She knew what to do now. Leaning down, she began to kiss Tracy, cold stone kisses with softly yielding lips. Tracy moaned and opened her mouth, and the two kissed, the stone tongue penetrating and exploring her mouth. The angel raised one of Tracy's hands to her breasts, urging her to squeeze and play with them. They were stone but soft to her touch. Tracy squeezed and played with them, and the angel closed her eyes in pleasure. He fucked her harder and grabbed Tracy's hair, pushing her face to kiss and suck the stone tits before them. She obeyed, and the nipples actually quivered as she sucked on them. It was all too much for Tracy... She felt her orgasm start and sweep through her. The angel, still pinning her other hand, grabbed the hand from her breast and pinned that one down as well. Held in place, he fucked her without mercy as she came. Her orgasm seemed to keep building and building as his cock kept hammering in and out of her. She screamed out for mercy, and he laughed, and the angel bit her neck. Tracy could barely breathe as she let out a low moaning wail and then collapsed. The angel moved with such remarkable speed . . . in a split second she was between Tracy's legs, sucking and drinking the cum from her pussy like wine and pulling her robes over her stone ass cheeks. Presented with her marble pussy, he pressed his cock into her as she cleaned Tracy and started her toward another orgasm. Her pussy was cool and wet and stone . . . it sucked his cock in and felt like a perfect fit and began to milk him. It was so unlike anything he had ever felt. He fucked her as hard as he could, so hard most girls would have screamed in pain but not the angel. She took it without a single complaint. In fact, she raised her ass higher to make a better target. Her heard Tracy scream as she came again on the angels face and then he felt his own orgasm start to rumble within. He fucked her until he was out of breathe and almost unable to continue, his cock pistoning in and out of her sweet stone cunt. Growling and then howling, he pulled out of the angel and stroked his cock to release his spray of cum. The angel was there in front of him immediately, laying down and pressing her tits together for him to coat her. He grunted and let out blast after blast of hot, sticky cum on her. She rubbed and spread it all over her stone flesh as he milked out the last of it onto her. Looking at Tracy, she was still writhing in orgasmic after shocks. He smiled and tried to speak but felt dizzy. He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts, but the world seemed to be blacking out on him. He reached out for the crypt wall and found instead the arms of the angel, grabbing and guiding him to the ground safely. The last thing he remembered was her sweet stone kiss. They awoke only moments later, the graveyard still shrouded in fog. The angel was returned to where she had been, almost as though she had never moved. They were both groggy and confused. They looked around and tried to get their bearings. They held each others nude bodies close for warmth... They both felt sooo cold. Grabbing their coats, they covered quickly, and he walked to the statue. As Tracy walked up, he began to laugh, and she peeked over his shoulders to see why and started to giggle too. Dripping down the front of the statue was a wet mass of cum, slowly drying and coating her body. "I wonder what color she was to start off with," Tracy said, and they both laughed. At Midnight on October's Shore The slow clip-clop of the horses' hooves made a steady, repeating background for the irregular bursts of loud laughter and the rising and falling murmur of quiet conversation. A gust of slightly colder wind stirred the loose straw and made its way inside the collar of Jennifer's jacket and on down the neck of her sweater. She shivered and snuggled closer into the niche formed by Steve's arm and shoulder. He tightened his grasp and asked, "Cold?" "No, just getting comfortable." Steve and Jennifer were both sophomores although Steve was a year older than Jennifer's nineteen. This was, he explained, because he had to work for a year to get enough money to start college. However, this year he had received a scholarship which helped a lot. Jennifer and Steve had met last winter and gone out together twice. Both times had gone well: each thought the other nice and fun, but not exactly super special. Then over the summer something had changed, although neither was sure what it had been. All Steve knew was that the more he thought of her, the more he wondered why they had only gone out those two times. And Jennifer, for her part, found herself comparing other dates with Steve. When they returned to school in August and ran into each other during registration, Steve immediately asked her out again and Jennifer had accepted instantly. For the last several weeks they had been going with each other exclusively and had found they had a lot more in common than either had suspected on those first two dates the previous year. Or maybe it was that they both had so much that wasn't in common with most of the other students. Both were serious students and neither really cared for the non-stop party scene that so many of the other students seemed to live for. Their taste in music steered away from the head banging rock or hip-hop preferred by their peers and towards quiet jazz or older standards. Both had tried alcohol, had enjoyed the taste of wine even if they weren't able to legally, but neither had the slightest interest in getting drunk. Both considered drugs strictly for losers. Neither was actually a virgin and both loved necking, petting, and making out, but they hadn't slept together. They spent more and more of their time together and got on quite well, even if many of their other acquaintances thought them a little odd. Now it was mid October. Their dorm complex had arranged a hayride as a preliminary for a dance later on. In fact they had even found a place that offered horse drawn wagons instead of the tractors now almost universally used for this purpose. So with the temperatures down in the forties, the sky clear and filled with twinkling stars, they were here on a large flat-bed wagon filled with bales of hay - well, straw actually - along with eight or ten other couples. Everyone had driven out and met at the farm where a hot dog roast around a bonfire had started the night. Now the smell of wood smoke and hay, the rising full moon, the clear, cold night air and the dark seemed, at least to Steve and Jennifer, to weave magic around them. The farm where the ride was taking place was several miles from the school and far enough from the lights that only cars on a distant road broke the spell. Jennifer snuggled closer again and Steve let his arm tighten around her and his hand brush slightly against the side of her breast. Jennifer didn't object and placed her own hand on the top of his thigh. She looked up at him and was ready when he bent his head to hers for an easy, long kiss. The ride lasted for forty minutes and when the wagons pulled back into the field where they had left the bonfire and parked their cars, most everyone immediately leaped off. Steve and Jennifer were more hesitant, both wishing the ride had been longer, and finally climbed down last. Suddenly someone shouted, "OK, everybody, lets get to the dance. I want to hear some MUSIC." There were several loud responses and suddenly the quiet was shattered by the sound of hard rock coming from one of the car radios at a volume which disturbed even the horses but didn't seem to bother any of the students - except for Steve and Jennifer. Suddenly the thought of crowding into a packed, noisy room seemed too much for Jennifer. She held Steve's arm and said, "Steve? Would you mind an awfully lot if we skipped the dance." He smiled at her. "And miss the once in a lifetime chance - well, maybe once daily chance - to have our hearing damaged while some idiot spills spiked soda on us and steps on your foot? No, of course not, Jen. What would you like to do instead?" "I don't know. It just seemed so nice out here and the thought of going back to that" - she jerked her head towards the car with the blaring radio - "well, I don't think I could take it. Maybe we could go somewhere for a walk?" she asked hopefully. Steve thought a second. "Come on, I think I might know of some place. It'll take about forty-five minutes to get there." As they climbed into Steve's car, she asked, "Where are we going?" Steve pulled out onto the highway and turned in the opposite direction from everyone else, heading away from the school. "Surprise. Wait and see." They drove in silence, moving steadily away from the town. After thirty minutes they turned down a dark country road where the only lights seemed to come from occasional farms located every half mile of so. In a few more minutes they turned once more, this time onto a narrow, gravel road through a deep woods. Jennifer could see a few small houses along the way, but all were dark. Finally they turned into a single lane track and followed it for about two hundred yards where it ended in a small turn around just short of a slight rise. Steve turned off the engine. The silence seemed to settle over them like a blanket. Steve turned towards Jennifer and gave her a long, deep kiss. When they pulled apart, she said, "Not that I'm complaining, but where are we?" "Listen," Steve said. "What do you hear." "Quiet," she answered. Then she cocked her head and said, "There is something." Steve nodded. "Roll down the window." She did and suddenly a happy look came across her face. "Waves! We're by the lake." "That's right. The big sea water. Lake Michigan. Come on. Let's go down to the shore." They climbed out of the car and, taking her by the hand, Steve led her up the rise. When they reached the top they were about twenty feet above the water where the waves broke against rocks and a gravel beach. Then Jennifer saw a small building a few yards to their right. "Whose place is that? They won't mind if we're out here?" "No," Steve answered. "I'm sure they won't mind. They're in Florida." Then he relented and explained. "This belongs to two of my great aunts. They have about two hundred yards of shoreline and the lots on either side are undeveloped. Besides, they've told me I can use this if I want." He led her on down, past the house, to the edge of the beach. Silver moonlight caught the waves and reflected back in a million points of light. The rhythmic crash of the waves against the shore and the ebbing lap of the receding water made a much nicer music than they would have heard at the dance. They walked up the shore a little ways and then Steve sat on a large rock, pulling Jennifer down on his lap. She turned towards him and their lips met, their arms pulling them into a tight embrace. For ten minutes they sat like that, not moving except their tongues, lost in each other. When they pulled slightly apart, Jennifer said, "I liked that." "Me, too," Steve replied, pulling her closer. She laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled against him. His hand worked its way under her jacket and up to cup her left breast through her sweater. Jennifer sucked in her breath. "That feels nice." His hand began to caress and squeeze and the girl wriggled against him and let her own hand slide up his back under his jacket. Steve kissed her again and let his hand unbutton her sweater and the shirt beneath. Warm, firm flesh met his questing fingers and he began to squeeze and stroke her bare skin. Jennifer was a slim girl, five six, with long, blonde hair and dark blue, almost indigo, eyes. Her waist was so narrow Steve could almost encircle it with his hands, but rounded into slim hips and hard, round buttocks. Her legs were long and tapered. Above her waist Jennifer's breasts were full but firm enough so she almost never wore a bra. Now Steve explored their familiar geography, letting his fingers fan back and forth across her hardening nipples. Jennifer pressed her breast against his hand and kissed him deeply, letting her tongue explore. Her one hand remained on his back while her other worked its way under his shirt in front and played with his chest hair and teased his nipples. For twenty minutes they remained like this. Becoming steadily more excited but, by holding back, making the excitement mount even higher. Then almost as though by mutual consent they halted their exploring hands and settled in a comfortable stillness, his hand still covering her warm globe, hers on his chest. Their kiss gradually subsided and their lips pulled slightly apart. "That does feel nice," Steve murmured. "Umm," was all the response Jennifer gave. The bright moonlight suddenly dimmed and both the young people instinctively looked up. Dark clouds had begun to sweep in from the west and the first of these had slid across the face of the lunar globe. "Hunter's Moon," Steve said. "Looks like there might be some weather moving in." A cold gust of wind caused them both to shiver. The wind was, in fact, beginning to stir the autumn leaves in the woods which began just fifteen yards from the shore. A rattle, a dry, crackling sound, echoed along the ground and through the branches. They sat for several more minutes as the wind increased in strength, stirring the leaves and breaking the tops of the crashing waves. Another series of dark clouds hid the moon for a half a minute and then let its face reappear. Steve looked up at the approaching cloud bank and the moon and quietly quoted, "The wind was a river of darkness, gusting around the trees." Jennifer pulled back slightly in surprise and looked at him. Then she added, "The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas." Now Steve looked at her with the same look of happy surprise. "The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor." And then, almost together, they both said, "And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding, the highway man came riding, up to the old inn door." After a few seconds Jennifer said, "You're an engineer. I didn't think you'd know any poetry." "We're not all uncultured. I've always loved Noyse. And "The Highwayman" describes nights like this better than anything else I've ever heard. I'm glad you like it." "It's always been one of my favorites." Then her tone changed slightly, became lighter, more bantering. Too bad you don't know more poetry. I could like getting you to quote poetry to me." "You do me wrong," Steve answered in a teasing tone. "I know other poems." "Then quote me some romantic piece," she replied. "OK." He paused as if in thought. "All right. How about this. "'The boy stood on the burning deck..'." Jennifer pulled her hand from his back and gave his a mock slap on his rear. "That's not exactly what I was looking for," she said. Steve's voice changed again, became softer. "Then how about this. 'She walks in beauty like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies. And all that's best of dark and light, meet in her aspect and her eyes.' Lord Byron." Jennifer snuggled against him once more and lifted her face for another kiss. This one went on for a long, long time. The wind continued to gust, now dropping to a standstill and now blowing hard for a few seconds, scattering the autumn leaves in a moving rustle of sound and carrying their scent to the two lovers. More clouds arrived, skimming in front of the full moon, plunging the world into a deep darkness in which Steve and Jennifer could only see soft glowing areas at distant places along the shore. Jennifer unbuttoned his shirt under his jacket to give her hand more free access. Since Jennifer's shirt and sweater were already undone, Steve responded to this by unzipping both of their jackets and pulling the young woman's bare chest against his own. Although the temperature was near forty neither felt the cold as their arousal warmed them both. Steve slipped his left hand inside Jennifer's jeans and cupped her tight buttock as their kiss continued. The clouds had become a little thicker, the moonlight only occasionally breaking through, and the wind was rising, blowing stronger and a little colder. Suddenly a large drop of very cold rain fell and struck Jennifer's face. Startled, she pulled back and a second drop landed directly on her left nipple, bringing a yelp. As a few more drops landed she said, almost as a wail, "It's starting to rain. I guess we'd better head back to the car." They stood and started walking back, Steve holding her hand as they hurried along the beach. As they approached the path up the hill, the rain cut loose and Jennifer cried, "We're going to get soaked." "No. Over here," Steve said, and pulled her off the hill path and onto the covered porch of the small building. As they stood looking out at the now pouring rain Steve said, "I've got an idea. My aunts said I could borrow this place and now seems like a good time to take them up on that offer." "Have you got a key?" Jennifer asked in surprise. "Nope. But it's a combination lock." He moved to the door and Jennifer could see him fumbling with something in the dark. Suddenly there was a sharp click and the door opened inwards. "There's no electricity so just wait here a second while I find the matches and candles." He entered the dark room, but in only a few seconds there was the flare of a match and then the warm yellow glow of candlelight spread across the room. Jennifer entered and Steve closed the door behind them. He lit a second candle and Jennifer saw that there were several on a shelf just inside the door along with matches. Steve moved over to a table where there was an oil lamp and, setting the candle down, lit the wick. Now there was enough light to see around the room. The house was an A-frame design and they had entered near one end. Directly to their left was a doorway into a small kitchen, to their right, a bath, and directly in front of them the area opened into one large room stretching the width of the building. At the left end where the kitchen opened into it was a dining area with a small, round table. To the right on the wall in front of them was a stone fireplace with a couch facing it. In the far right corner stairs led up to a loft area above the kitchen and bathroom where Steve said were two bedrooms. The wide wall in front of them was covered by long drapes from the far left corner all the way to the edge of the stone chimney. Steve went to the wall and pulled them back, revealing the view out over the shore to the lake. He set the two candles on the stone mantel over the fireplace and came back to where Jennifer stood staring out of a wall of solid glass, windows for nearly twenty feet. "It's beautiful!" she said. "The moon and clouds, the waves, even the rain." "It's been here as long as I can remember," Steve said. We used to come out here for visits when I was little. Since Great Aunt Joan's husband died, it hasn't been used a lot. She and her sister spend summers here, but go south as soon as Labor Day comes." He turned her towards him and pulled her into a tight embrace and kiss. As they pulled apart Jennifer shivered slightly and he asked, "Cold?" "Just a little chilled. I got a little damp, I guess. It'll be all right." "I can build a fire if you'd like." "That might be nice, but are we going to be here long enough to make it worthwhile?" Steve kissed her again. "That's up to you. It's going to be raining for a while and we can stay as long as we want. There's no place you have to go, is there?" She kissed him back. "There's no where else I'd rather be. Go ahead and build a fire." Steve moved over to where there was a large woodbox and brought a small armload over to the fireplace. In a couple of minutes he had a small blaze started and already they could feel the heat beginning to radiate. He added a couple of large pieces and then moved Jennifer and himself back towards the couch. Before sitting down he went over and blew out the lamp and then unzipped his jacket and took it off, draping it over a small table against the wall behind the couch. He turned Jennifer towards him and started to unzip her jacket also. When the rain had started neither had stopped to button their shirts and when he removed her jacket her shirt and sweater were still open all the way down. Steve took her in his arms and, pulling their shirts aside, pressed her bare breasts against his chest. Jennifer snuggled against him and raised her mouth for another kiss. This one lasted several minutes and when it ended the couple was sitting on the couch, Jennifer on Steve's lap, still pressed against him. As they eased back Steve brought his hand up and cupped her bare breast. Then he began to slide his fingers back and forth across the taut globe. Jennifer sucked in her breath and let her own hand slide down his back and into the waist of his jeans, lightly touching the top of the crease which divided his buttocks. Steve moved his hand to her other breast and repeated his explorations. Both of Jennifer's nipples had become rock hard and she arched her back to better present them to Steve's attention. For twenty minutes the couple kissed and played, becoming ever more aroused. At some point Steve had eased Jennifer's shirt and sweater from her shoulders and she had reciprocated by removing his shirt, leaving them both bare to the waist. Although the fire was rapidly warming the room, the temperature was still cool, but neither of the young people noticed. Now they stretched out, lying down on the couch on their sides, facing each other. Steve held her close for a long, deep kiss while his hands roamed over her back and bottom. When he pulled away he lowered his head and let his tongue slide up one side of her right breast, around and across her rigid nipple, and slowly down the other side. He rolled her onto her back and repeated with her left breast. Jennifer was clasping and unclasping her hands on his back, sometimes digging her fingernails into his flesh. As Steve moved back and forth between her left and right breasts she reached for his waist and began to unfasten his belt. He sucked her nipples hard and she arched her back while at the same time unsnapping his jeans and tugging the zipper down. Her hand, hot and both soft and hard at the same time wrapped itself around Steve's stiff cock bringing a groan from him. Having never had a lot of practice, Jennifer moved by instinct. She began to slide her body lower and when her face reached the level of Steve's neck she used her tongue to leave a hot, damp trail down his neck, around his nipples and across his stomach. As she reached the beginning of the course hair at his groin she lifted her head and stared into his eyes. Steve looked back and saw the dancing firelight reflected in a hundred sparkling points from her pupils. For several seconds she held his sight. Then very deliberately she looked down and moved to run her tongue around the head of his rampant cock. Another groan escaped Steve as she repeated her actions. Then he felt the head of his hard member engulfed by warm wetness which slid up and down. A small, pointed tongue touched the hole at the tip of his organ and Steve tensed and put his hand on her head. "No, not yet. Not yet." He pushed slightly and pulled himself back. As Jennifer opened her mouth and slid off him he pulled her up into a hard French kiss, tasting her arousal mingled with a taste which must have been his own juices. At Midnight on October's Shore This time when the kiss ended Steve began the slow southward trip with his own tongue across Jennifer's firm breasts. He stopped to suck each again as she sucked in her breath and arched to give him better access. Then on southwards, swirling around her belly button and on down the flat plain of her stomach. He deftly unfastened the waist of her jeans and they and the pair of low cut panties followed his thumbs on down her legs and over her feet. Both had earlier kicked off their shoes so as the jeans and panties made their way past her ankles, picking up socks en route, Jennifer was left completely nude. Still kissing and licking her lower belly, Steve managed to remove his own jeans and remaining clothing. Now he rearranged Jennifer on the couch at a slight angle and knelt on the floor before her. He lowered his head once more and let his tongue slide from her belly button down the crease between her right leg and her mound and on along the inside of her right leg. At her ankle he switched to her left leg and retraced the mirror image of his trip back up the inside of her left leg and along the crease at its top. Reaching up with his hands to grasp her breasts, Steve moved his mouth to the swollen lips of her aroused sex. His tongue thrust forward, licking upwards between her lips, along her soaking slit. He could feel her muscles tense at his touch to this intimate place and even more so when he reached the junction of her engorged lips and the protruding hard and swollen nub of her clit. His tongue gently lathed it and then began to flick back and forth across the sensitive organ. He kept this up for several minutes, altering his targets and pace, until suddenly Jennifer grabbed his hair in her hands and pulled him hard against her wet opening. She tensed and began arching against him in a rhythmic pattern and Steve doubled his pace while squeezing and rubbing her hard nipples between his thumbs and fore fingers. Suddenly he felt her body go rigid and she tensed her legs against the sides of his head. He sucked hard on her clit and she began to cry out as she came in orgasmic pleasure. He continued to lick as she convulsed through her climax. Then he moved and started to direct his hard cock back towards her lips. But she stopped him. "No, Steve. No. I want you inside me instead." She grasped his cock in her hand and he felt like it was on fire. Pushing and tugging she directed him until he was stretched above her, his cock head now touching her twitching slit. She used her hand to place the head into her hot and dripping opening. Steve was lost to the world and yet his senses and nerves felt more alive than ever. He began to press forward and the heat of her tight tunnel engulfed him as the head of his cock slid inside. With control he would not have imagined he possessed, Steve refrained from pushing himself all the way inside at once and instead let his hard member slide ever so slowly into the bliss of heat surrounding it. As he reached his limit and felt her pussy lips pressing tightly against the base of his groin, he also felt Jennifer wrap her hands around the globes of his buttocks, her finger tips wrapping into the cleft between them, squeezing, driving her fingers hard into his flesh. He held himself full depth for several seconds and then began to move in and out. Jennifer was responding with her own rhythm, matching him thrust for thrust. When, in only a minute or two, he felt himself gathering for the exquisite release of climax, he also felt Jennifer begin to convulse in her own. As the hot spurts of his juices began to flood into the lovely young woman her cries mixed with his own and they both expended themselves, like the waves crashing on the shore outside. They clung together, Steve still half hard inside her, as their breathing returned to a more normal rate. At last Steve was able to say, "That was incredible! I never dreamed it could be that good." "Yes," Jennifer answered with almost a bubble of laughter in her voice, "It's never been like that. Oh, Steve, why have we waited this long?" "I don't know, but I promise it won't be that long again." He pressed himself against her and covered her mouth with his own. Tongues intertwined and two naked bodies squirmed against one another as Steve felt himself harden inside her once more. When they moved their mouths back he said, "In fact it's not going to be long at all," and he started to thrust against her again in the ancient rhythm. Jennifer responded and answered, "Yes, Steve. Again." She continued to build her own arousal on him and in less than a minute both were fully excited. This time they lasted longer and for several minutes devoured each other with their bodies. As the heat rose, Jennifer once again started to convulse in climax and cried out, "Do it, Steve. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Then she was crying out without words as her release overcame her once more. At those words Steve had gone over the top and was now also clinging tightly to her and releasing his load in several hot spurts. On the wall an imitation Regulator clock began chiming the twelve strokes of midnight. Outside the rain continued to pellet the land and water alike, the wind blew in ever changing gusts, and the waves broke again and again against the rocks of the shore. For many long minutes the couple lay entwined. Then their sweat began to chill them and both shivered slightly. "Are you cold? Do you want to get dressed?" Steve asked. On the other occasions when Jennifer had made love the boys had usually wanted to get dressed and leave immediately as though they were ashamed of what they had been doing. (Except in one case, where the boy, in stereotypical fashion, had fallen immediately asleep.) And Jennifer usually felt the urge to get dressed right away herself. Now she suddenly realized that wasn't what she wanted. "If you want to. But I'd rather stay like this. Maybe you can find a blanket or something?" she asked hopefully. "I can do even better. This couch pulls out into a sleeper. Let's open it up and I'll get us a couple of pillows and blankets." He and Jennifer stood and as they began to remove the couch cushions he saw the flickering fire and candle light make soft, darting shadows across the firm curves of naked flesh. He froze, staring at the young woman. "You're beautiful," he said. "I've never seen anything lovelier." Jennifer darkened in a blush at his words, but to him she seemed to glow. "I could never get tired of looking at you." He came to her and they embraced, kissing deeply once again. They opened the sleeper and Steve retrieved pillows, sheets, and blankets from a cabinet against the back wall. They spread out the bedclothes and Steve snuffed the candles and added a couple of additional logs to the fire before joining Jennifer under the covers, quickly snuggling against her bare body. They kissed some more, hands once again exploring, and then Steve began to plant kisses in different places: her breasts, her belly, her nose, her eyelids. Jennifer sighed and said, "I love this. How long can we stay here, Steve?" "As long as you want. All night or all winter. No one's going to miss you if we do stay all night, are they?" Jennifer shook her head. "No, my roommate's gone home for the weekend. What about you?" "Greg won't think anything about it if I don't come back tonight. Or tomorrow. In fact, he'll probably be gone, too, and not even notice. But I don't know if there's anything to eat around here. We might get a little hungry." "Right now I can only think of one thing I want to eat." Saying this she lowered her head and began to lick the head of Steve's cock. She slowly ran her tongue around the head several times and then just as slowly up and down the shaft. Then she opened her mouth and took the head inside her warm, wet cave. Steve threw back his head and sucked in his breath. "Oh, that feels wonderful. Don't stop." But Jennifer had no intention of stopping. She began to move her head up and down, sliding her wet lips along the shaft, her moving tongue paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. She didn't have the experience to take him into her throat but Steve didn't have the experience to expect it. He found the current activity so intense he couldn't have imagined any improvement. For several minutes Jennifer played with his hard shaft, working magic with her mouth and tongue. The couple had thrown off the blankets but neither seemed to notice. Steve had climbed to an incredible level and was aware only of the fantastic sensations centered on his groin. His hands tangled in Jennifer's hair and stroked across her bare shoulders, but he was unaware of it. After a time his arousal built to the point where he felt the gathering tide pounding to be released. "Jen, I'm going to come. I can't hold back. I can't ... Ahhhh." While Jennifer had had really very little experience at oral sex she had enough to believe that men liked it if a woman swallowed. Unlike many women she was not repulsed by the idea and the sensation of having a man's cock in her mouth actually aroused her. At the first taste of Steve's precum she was pleasantly surprised that she found it not only acceptable, but that she actually liked the taste. She did realize that her present state of arousal might have something to do with that, but what ever the reason she liked the taste. So when Steve warned her she made no move to pull back and instead increased her activity. As Steve lost control and began to ejaculate his hot juices Jennifer began to gulp down everything that came her way. As Steve slowly came back down to earth, she continued to lick away all of his juices from his softening member. As sensitive as he was, this made Steve twist and cry out again, but Jennifer pressed on until he finally relaxed in near exhaustion. "That was unbelievable!" He finally said. "You are incredible!" Jennifer sat back on her knees, ran her tongue across her lips and said, "Maybe you can think of something to do to thank me for it?" Steve got the hint and reached forward to pull her against him, kissing her deeply and tasting his own juices on her tongue. Then he eased her onto her back and moved between her legs. "You'll have to tell me just what you like," he said before beginning to run his tongue around her still swollen outer lips. His tongue entered the bottom of her slit, which was dripping her own juices, and slowly made its way up until he reached the hard nub of her clit. His tongue lathed the small organ, moving around and around it. Then he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across the sensitive nubbin. "Yes!" cried Jennifer. "That's wonderful. Oh, don't stop." Steve continued to flick his tongue and then moved his lips around the hard shaft and began to suck. He gently worried the organ with his lips and tongue as Jennifer began to clinch her hands in his hair. Once or twice she directed his actions to something she particularly liked, but within only a few minutes she began to convulse in climax, crying out as she did so. Afterwards the couple lay still side by side, breathing hard, until the cool air began to bring shivers. Steve pulled a sheet and blanket up over them. He kissed her nose again and quietly said, "I never dreamed it could be that wonderful. Thank you, Jennifer." "Thank you, Steve. I know neither of us have a lot to compare with, but I can't believe it can get much better." She snuggled her body against him. "Steve, let's stay here all night. I don't want to go back now." "You won't get an argument from me. But you didn't bring any pajamas," he teased. "I have all the night clothes I want. Steve, I love us together like this. Maybe someday we can go somewhere and stay naked all weekend." "You'd really like that, huh?" "Yes! At least I think so. I don't know what it would be like, just sitting around, eating naked and so on. But I love the feel of being naked with you. Besides now that I've discovered how great this is with you, we'd save a lot of time." "Well, I'm certainly willing to give it a try. For that matter, we can come out here when ever we want and this might be a good place to try it. Any time you want. In spring we could probably even go outside and no one would see us. No one comes down to the shore until late May." "I'm not sure about that. But let's come out here a lot. Even if we have to stay dressed outside. Steve, can we come out here next weekend? Bring some food and spend the entire weekend here. Making love." Steve kissed her deeply. "I'd like that." They snuggled together and soon the increasing warmth of the fire and their recent activity made both of them drop off to sleep. An hour or so later Steve came slowly awake to the feel of warm feminine flesh rubbing against him. He opened his eyes and looked at Jennifer. She seemed to still be asleep but was moving her body rhythmically against his in response to some unknown dream. Steve let his hand begin to gently stroke her back and bottom and suddenly realized he had awoken already hard. Jennifer responded to his touch by pressing herself even more closely and increasing her activity. Steve let his other hand begin to caress her flank and the side of her breast, his own arousal increasing. Jennifer pressed herself hard against him and then her eyes blinked opened. For a second or two she looked confused and then she smiled and kissed him. Her hand went to his hard cock and wrapped around the rigid shaft as her tongue brushed against his lips. Steve started to say something but she placed a finger over his lips. "Shhhh." Then she used her hands to push him down onto his back. Bending over she ran her tongue around his left nipple and then across to his right. A slight nip of sharp little white teeth and then a hard, sucking kiss and she moved on down, placing kisses along his belly. When she reached his manhood she ran her tongue several times around just below the head and then took him into her mouth. For only a second she held him there, sucking and licking, and then she pulled back. Rising on the bed, she twisted around and placed a knee on either side of his head and lowered her warm and wet pussy to his eager tongue as she once again engulfed him with her hot mouth. For two or three minutes the couple gave their total attention to their oral activities and then Jennifer once more pulled away from his now rock hard cock. Accompanied by a groan from Steve she moved away from his mouth, but quickly rearranged herself with a knee on either side of his hips, facing him. She used her hand to place the head of his swollen member in the entrance to her dripping tunnel. Ever so slowly she began the long slide downwards to impale herself on his hot and living shaft. The exquisite sensations as the tight grip of her vaginal muscles clamped firmly around him, slowing his inward progress, wretched forth another groan from Steve. The feeling he had when he had first slid into her hot and wet channel was unlike anything he had known before and he had been sure that nothing would ever compare with it. But this slow sliding trip was even more exciting. He arched his back and thrust upwards against her, pushing himself ever inwards. When at last Jennifer had settled as far as possible and her pussy lips were pressing all around the base of his shaft, she froze. Steve looked at her. She had her head thrown back and her back arched, thrusting her firm breasts forward, their nipples hard and protruding, The fire was still going and the flickering light alternately painted her body with shadows and golden highlights. He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful and tried to fix the picture in his mind forever. Then she began to rise and fall, adding more movement to the flickering light and soon Steve was lost in the incredible sensual stimulation of the entire episode. Her wild reciprocating ride increased its speed as she became more and more excited until suddenly she cried out loudly and clinched her thighs tightly against his hips, holding herself hard against him as she tried to impale herself even more deeply. This caused Steve to loose his own control and his cries joined hers as he convulsed in climax. As his breath returned, Steve started to again say something but Jennifer once more placed a finger on his lips. She slowly withdrew herself and bent forward to kiss him on the lips. Then she stretched against him once more, pressing her breasts and hard nipples against his chest and closed her eyes. The fire continued to flicker its golden light and in only a minute or two Steve closed his eyes also. Steve came awake to the sensation of cool air. Not yet cold, but the fire had died to embers and it was still some time until dawn. His next sensation was that he was alone. Jennifer had risen and Steve looked rapidly around the room before he saw her standing a few feet away looking out of the windows at the lake. The rain had long ended and most of the clouds were gone. Silver light from the full moon flooded through the glass wall and gave the illusion of fairy light both inside and out. Outside the waves, still high from the storm, crashed on the shore, shattering into millions of jet black and bright silver fragments. Then the water, also jet and silver, rolled smoothly back into the lake. Jennifer was standing slightly in profile. She was still naked and her long legs and firm breasts were highlighted by the elfin lunar glow. Her blonde hair appeared dark with strands of pure light, a smooth cascade down below her shoulders. She was beautiful and Steve felt his breath catch in his throat. He quietly rose and started towards her. She must have heard but remained staring out into the autumn night. As Steve approach he suddenly froze. The moonlight caught two trails of silver running from her eyes down her cheeks. She was soundlessly crying. He quickly moved to her and took her in his arms. "What's the matter, Sweetheart?" he asked, concern showing in every syllable. She turned and pressed herself against him, wiping her cheek against his shoulder. "Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm just so happy. I know it sounds silly, Steve, but that's all it is. Girls cry when they're happy and I've never been so happy in my life." She lifted her face and smiled at him. "Kiss me." He did and it lasted for a long, long time. When they broke apart he asked, "Aren't you cold?" Smiling, she shook her head. "I'm so high I wouldn't notice if it were snowing. I've never felt so wonderful, so alive. But, maybe you should build the fire up a little. Then make love to me again." She pulled tightly against him and kissed him deeply one more time. They walked back to the fireplace, his arm around her bare waist, hers resting on his hip. Steve tossed a few pieces of kindling onto the embers where they quickly caught and then he added several more larger pieces. Then he turned and picked up Jennifer in his arms and carried her over to the bed. This time their love making was long and slow. For almost an hour they caressed and kissed and teased, slowly building their passion higher and higher. When he finally entered her, both felt a new level had been reached and after the first long slow penetration they clung tightly together letting the sensations flow through and around them. Then they began to move slowly against each other. This also went on for a long time until finally their own passions and desires crashed and broke on the shore of their arousal and began its long ebb and flow to leave then contented and exhausted in each others arms. When they awoke again, the fire was out and the sun was well up, flashing its own fire from the somewhat diminished waves. The sky was bright blue with a few fluffy white clouds and the light breeze added constant movement to the cascade of color of fall leaves in the woods. At Midnight on October's Shore They made love once more before giving in to the inevitable sweep of time and reluctantly rising and folding away the sleeper. They replaced the blankets and pillows and then went to stand before the windows staring out once more at the lake. Neither had bothered to dress and neither felt at all self conscious about being naked. Steve looked at Jennifer's lovely form and said, "I think I like you dressed like this." Jennifer smiled at him and replied, "That's good because I've found I like it - at least as long as you're wearing the same thing." "OK. But it looks better on you." He gave her bottom a small swat and then kissed her again. Finally they dressed and left the building, locking the door behind them. As they walked up the path to the car, Steve said, "We'll definitely be back. Next weekend if you want." "I want. I think I've found more here than I ever thought possible." As Steve opened the car door for her and she started to get in, Jennifer saw a small signpost next to the path. It read "October's Shore." "What's that?" she asked. "Oh, the sign? That's the name of the place. You know how people love to give names to vacation places. Well, someone - I don't know if it was my great uncle or my aunt or who - named this place 'October's Shore'." "It's nice, but kind of a strange name," Jennifer commented. "Where did it come from?" "Part of a poem," Steve answered. "Though he wanders lonely in the dark The rover will need search no more For love and solace he shall find At midnight on October's shore" Jennifer turned and put her arms around his neck. "I like that. And I think it fits perfectly. With what we've found on October's Shore."