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Authors name: Pami (pami1968@aol.com)
Story title : War, The
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The War (MF, rom)
by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)
Date: Aug 1998
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THE WAR
Her light brown hair shone in the moonlight. It seemed
darker, more mysterious even, by the glint of the
firelight. He could barely make out the creaminess of
her skin in the dark, but her eyes were pools of
blackness and he regretted that he couldn't tell if they
were dark brown or lighter in color.
It was summer. They were camping in an effort to escape
the technological age. No televisions, no cable, no
computers, no telephones, not even a newspaper. True
refuge from the pressures of the mundane world.
They were with a group that specialized in re-creating
the middle ages. The age of honor and chivalry. Of
troubadours and traveling minstrels. The white pavilions
gleamed in the moonlight, not with the shine of the
modern nylon tent, but with an opalescence that was
unique to true canvas.
The fire was dwindling, but the haze lingered, not just
from their fire, but from the hundreds of campsites
surrounding them. Crickets chirped merrily in the night
air, and the sound of drums beating resonated on the
breeze. Occasionally a laugh or a bit of a song drifted
along and added to the feeling of camaraderie that
permeated throughout the site.
Hers was a relatively small campsite. About 15 gentles,
from all walks of life. He was not camping with her; in
fact, they had met just that evening, but quickly formed
a rapport. The jokes flew fast and furious between them,
and as he had admired her quick wit, she was equally
enamored of his. Chemistry....was that even a science
back in the middle ages? No matter, it was a fact for
the two of them.
He had walked her "home" from another site where they
had mutual friends. It was quite late at night...in the
wee hours of the morning, in fact. The full moon lit the
path for them and they had merrily danced and skipped
along.
She thought him terribly attractive, with his long hair
braided neatly down his back and a jaunty hat with a
feather atop his head.
He found her alluring, with her long hair flowing down
her back and a long gown on that accentuated her curves.
Secretly, they both wondered exactly where this night
was leading, although neither wanted to push too much.
They arrived at her site to find that everyone else had
already gone to their pavilions, and the fire was just
glowing embers. She offered him a drink, which he
accepted, and as she disappeared into the kitchen tent,
he threw a log on the fire, bringing it back to life.
He settled down on a blanket a few feet away from the
warmth of the fire and she sat next to him. They both
drank slowly and looked at each other, joking about the
lateness of the night and how if this were a real war,
he would never be able to fight the next day.
Finally, an awkward silence fell. He looked at her and
she looked back. They leaned together and their lips
met. It was a gentle kiss, short but sweet. The kind
where you discover exactly how soft each other's lips
are and exactly where your noses are going to go.
His goatee and moustache tickled her, and she thought
that while he had nuzzled her hand exquisitely when they
had met, this was far superior to even that! He thought
her lips were the softest he had kissed in recent
memory...not that he was really thinking of anyone but
her at the time.
They pulled apart, and stared at each other. He reached
out and pulled her closer and they kissed again. Their
breathing quickened and somehow this seemed right. It
was like ice water, or fire water was running through
her veins and she liked the feeling. He wanted to kiss
her forever. His heart was racing and he knew that she
was the one he was meant for.
He slid his hand down from her neck and cupped the
softness of her breast. She moaned into his mouth and
pressed her hand atop his and arched into his hand. He
licked down the side of her neck and she thought she
would go insane from the wetness of his tongue as it
caressed the base of her neck. He sharply bit her and
she gasped. And told him to do it again.
He was amazed at the scent of her. She somehow managed
to smell like flowers even in the middle of a field of
dirt and smoke. She tasted equally well, and he couldn't
resist biting into the soft skin of her neck. When she
told him how she loved that, he did it again. He wanted
to eat her up, piece by piece and savor every moment.
He reached his free hand behind her head and threaded it
through her silky hair. He pulled it sharply back,
relishing her moan and the sight of the line of her neck
pouring down into the low-cut bodice of her dress. His
mouth licked its way down to the edge of her dress and
he felt her erect nipple through the thin cotton. He
positioned his mouth over it and bit, gently, upon it.
She was wet already, she knew. She could feel the
coolness seeping out of her. When he bit her nipple,
through her dress, she knew she was lost. She wanted
him. Now. Here. She reached her hands around him, one
finding his long braid and winding it around, and the
other clasping his head to her. She gave a fleeting
thought to seeming like a slut, but when he twisted her
nipple with his teeth and pulled on it, the thought flew
out of her head, and she knew that she didn't really
care.
He released her nipple and she leaned down to kiss him
again. He asked her if they should go to her pavilion,
and she told him no, she wanted him to take her there,
by the fire, with the stars and moon above them. He
wondered if the others in her camp were truly asleep,
but when she kissed him and she gently tugged his lower
lip with her teeth, he stopped thinking and just kept
feeling.
Her hands pulled his shirt out of his pants, and lifted
it over his head and she reached a hand out and tweaked
his nipple. He felt a lightning bolt run down to his
throbbing cock, and he knew he had to have her. Now.
Here.
She wanted to feel his muscled chest against her softly
rounded one, and she started to lift her dress over her
hips. He quickly reached out and pulled it over her
head, and she was naked before him. She blushed briefly,
hoping that he liked what he saw and that he wasn't too
shocked that she wore no undergarments. She hadn't
bothered with them when dressing, figuring that under
her long gown no one could tell anyway.
He pulled her against him and loved the way her breasts
pressed against him. He could feel her hard nipples on
his skin and he thought he could feel the heat from her
pussy against him. It made him harder, if that were
possible. He reached down and began to undo the buttons
on his trousers, and she helped. When they were finally
down and off, he laid down next to her, and they kissed
again, bodies pressed tightly together.
He rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs, and
she could feel his cock pressed against the warmth of
her pussy. And she wanted him inside her. He felt the
wetness of her against the steeliness of his prick and
he hoped that he could last long enough to satisfy her.
He was so hot for her that he wasn't sure.
She reached down and guided him into her. As he sank
into the heat of her, they both moaned sighs of relief.
He stayed motionless deep inside her, as he was a little
bigger than average, and he certainly wanted her to
enjoy this as much as he was.
She was excited beyond belief at the feel of him
throbbing inside her. He was a bit wider than she was
accustomed to, but she thought the friction was going to
be incredible. As he lay on top of her, and they kissed,
she began to flex her pussy muscles around him. He
muttered to her to stop, and she just wickedly laughed
and continued.
He felt the pulsing of her walls contracting around him
and he started to do multiplication tables, long
division, the alphabet, anything mundane so that he
wouldn't spurt into her right away. He leaned down and
bit her on the neck hard, and she was startled enough to
stop squeezing his cock.
He began to thrust in and out of her, slowly. He looked
down and he could see himself glistening in the
moonlight, wet with her juices, as he disappeared back
into her wetness. He picked up the pace, slowly
increasing both the speed and the force that he was
using, until he was pretty much slamming into her, and
her hips were rocking up against him in an effort to
pull him deeper.
She loved the way he was ramming into her. She liked it
hard and deep, and he was certainly giving that to her.
It was like he knew exactly what would turn her on the
most. He reached his hand down and rubbed her clit and
she climaxed immediately. She bit her lip in an effort
to stifle her moans, because she knew how loud she could
be, and she didn't want to call undue attention to their
activities.
He felt her orgasm as he rubbed her clit. Her pussy
snapped against him and it took all of his willpower not
to come right then and there. But he was enjoying
himself too much. This was beyond just regular sex. This
was the type of encounter that happened maybe once
before to him, at least, and he knew this was one he
wanted her to remember forever as well. Her moans as she
came were music to his ears, and he stopped and pulled
out of her.
She couldn't believe it when she felt him pull out of
her. She thought for sure he was going to come with her,
and then he stopped. She felt his hands guiding her to
turn over, and she did, kneeling on her hands and knees
in the moonlight for him. She looked around and saw his
glorious prick shining at her as he stroked it, and then
he came up right behind her and in one sudden thrust, he
was deep inside her again, but at a different angle.
She was so wet, he was shocked. He didn't know women
could get that wet, and he decided that it must be the
piquancy of the situation, because surely he wasn't THAT
good. When he told her that, she laughed throatily and
assured him that he was indeed that good, and please,
stop talking and get to work.
He did. He would pull all the way out and then slam his
cock back inside her pussy. Over and over again. Her
moans grew louder and he cautioned her to be more quiet.
Her response was to lean down and muffle her mouth with
one of her hands. Which changed the angle of his entry
yet again.
She thought he was going to drive her insane. She felt
his hands grabbing onto her hips, pulling her back
against him, and heard the slap of his abdomen against
her ass, and felt the slap of his balls hitting her clit
with every stroke. She felt it building again. As he
picked up speed, his grunts grew louder and her moans
became wails.
All of a sudden, he couldn't take it anymore. He slammed
into her sucking pussy and held himself deep inside her
and exploded. Spurt after spurt of his seed spilled deep
inside her. He could have sworn that the stars had
fallen from the sky, because he saw them dancing in
front of him as he emptied himself into her.
She felt his cock pulse inside her and knew he was
coming. On the second pulse, she erupted with him, and
bit her hand to keep herself from screaming. It was
good. No, it was beyond good. The orgasm that swept over
her was like a tidal wave, and she wanted to drown in
it.
As her pulse slowed and she returned to reality, she
collapsed on the blanket, and he dropped beside her.
They kissed tenderly and lovingly, both moved by the
experience that they had shared. As the embers from the
fire died, and the moonlight glowed pale on their
bodies, they dozed contentedly in the openness of the
field.
When the first tendrils of purple showed on the horizon,
signifying the coming dawn, he shook her awake. They
kissed again, and gathered up their clothes, adjoining
to her pavilion to greet the coming day together. And
each hoped that perhaps this would be just the first of
many days they would face as a couple.
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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