From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Night Moves (MF, cons)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 14:34:10 GMT

			     Night Moves
				  by
			       Javahead

	By the time she was awake, I had her immobilized.

	It was dark in the bedroom, enough that I was working by feel
as much as by sight. That was fine, for now - I'd seen her in the
light before; that was why I was here in her bedroom tonight.

	I'd taken the usual precautions, of course. I knew that nobody
else was going to arrive, and that any sounds in the bedroom wouldn't
even make it down the hall, much less next door; still, I had quietly
locked the bedroom door before undressing.

	She was a light sleeper - when I stripped the covers back, she
started to stir. I moved fast; by the time she her eyes had opened I
had both her arms stretched tightly above her head, and had forced her
knees far apart with my own. She took the situation in almost
immediately; after a single convulsive surge of her body left me
unmoved, she tried to speak.

	I wasn't in the mood to listen, though. I grabbed her throat
and told her her to be still. She was intelligent enough to do what I
said.

	She started to fight again, though, when I moved my free hand
from her throat to her body. Time to lay out the facts.

	"Be *still*, woman. I'm bigger, stronger, and there's nothing
you can do to stop me. Do what I say, and you'll enjoy this a *lot*
more. Tonight, your body is *mine*. Your cunt; your mouth; your ass
if I feel like it. Fighting won't change that - it just turns me on
more, and means that you get it harder. Nod if you understand."

	After a few seconds, I saw her head bob.

	Now that I had her forced cooperation, I moved my free hand
down her body again. She was wearing an oversized t shirt as a
nightgown, with nothing underneath. I wadded the shirt up in my fist,
and pulled it up. She tried to keep her butt on the bed, but I was
able to get it above her waist; once I had the back free of her hips,
it was easy to slide it up over her head. A moment later, I had it
twisted firmly around her wrists.

	I paused a moment to look at my prize. My eyes had adjusted
to the dark enough that I could dimly see her. She was my idea of what
a woman should be; slender, fit, with a small firm breasts. Her long
hair lay spread out wildly. Her nude body looked almost like I had
imagined the first time I saw her, except for a *very* nice surprise.
She must wear industrial strength bras all the time - I never would
have to think of something to do with those.

	It was hard to be sure in the dark, but I thought I could see
her blushing.

	She jerked when I slid my free hand between her legs, and I
was certain now; she *was* blushing.

	I held my face impassive, and started to rub my fingers up and
down her pussy. It might have been against her will, but her body
started to warm. When I slid my middle finger into her cunt and hooked
it, her body jerked. I flicked her clit lightly, and it jerked
again. She was wet enough now, and I was tempted to take her without
any more preliminaries.

	When I forced her legs further apart, I could feel her
clenching her body. Pointless, really. She was wet enough that I could
push my cock in easily, no matter what she did. Instead, though, moved
my head down and sucked in one of those tasty-looking nipples.

	Despite her resistance, her body had been responding - the
nipple was almost painfully erect, thumb-sized and nearly an inch
long.

	"Painfully" may have been the word, too, by the way she
bucked. No, "ticklish" was it, I decided, as I started to pull and
twist the other nipple. Light touches brought a more violent response
than pinches or nips. I spent several minutes just exploring my toy's
reactions.

	When I switched my mouth from one spike to the other, I felt
her pussy again. It was *extremely* wet - I was able to slide a
finger in easily. I brought it up to taste - delicious. If I had
thought to bring something to fasten her hands out of the way, I would
have loved to eat her cunt, to force her to come despite herself. Oh,
well.

	Instead, I went back to her first nipple, biting it lightly
and pulling my head back till her was stretched to its maximum length.
While she was still convulsing, I buried my cock to the hilt in her
pussy.

	God! If she hadn't been so lubricated it would have been hard
to get it in. Her bucking just made it tighter. I tightened my grip
on her wrists to make sure she didn't escape, and matched my thrusting
to her thrashing. Whenever she showed signs of slowing, I would tweek
her nipple or her clit.

	I smiled sardonically when I felt her bucks turn into matching
thrusts. I'm sure that she hated herself for starting to respond -
her body was a great deal sluttier than she would like to admit. I
made sure that I rubbed her clit as hard as I could with each stroke.

	Her strangled groan came as a surprise; she clenched her teeth
and nearly threw me off as her orgasm started. Instead, I started
pounding her as hard as I could - her coming was such a turn-on that I
erupted myself before her orgasm was finished.

	It was several minutes before either of us tried to move.

	"Are you done now?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

	Rather than answering, I grabbed a handful of hair and moved
my cock up to her mouth. She just stared at it.

	"Clean it!"

	"No, I don't... "

	"Tonight, you do. You want me happy, and I don't want a lady -
I want a slut. And you are one, aren't you?"

	Her mouth may not have been expert, but once she started she
did her best to please; her reluctance made her efforts all the more
stimulating. Soon, I was hard again.

	This time, I put a pillow on the bed and put her belly-down on
top of it. Her butt stuck up in the air quite nicely. I kept one hand
on the nape of her neck to hold her still and knelt behind her.

	Her slit was still wet, and I slid the fingers of my free hand
up and down, getting them nice and wet. Perhaps the forced cocksucking
had turned her on a little, or maybe she was still excited from being
fucked earlier, but I could feel her pressing back slightly every time
I slid my fingers past her clit. To be sure, I slid my thumb into her
cunt while I cupped her mound. Yes, a definite response - she was
pushing as hard as I was. Certainly not a lady in bed, no matter what
she liked to think.

	I rubbed my cock up and down her slit to get it well
lubricated, sliding up into the cleft between her cheeks as well. She
tensed when it slid past her asshole. I was tempted, and lingered a
moment longer to scare her, but I had other plans tonight. I moved
forward, and pushed into her cunt from the rear, instead. As I'd
expected, from this angle she was even tighter. It felt marvelous, and
I grabbed her hips with both hands to allow me to push harder.

	Once again, I could feel her response. I moved one hand
around underneath her and started playing with her clit, rubbing and
pinching it lightly as I thrust. Her motions grew even more frantic,
and I felt her own hand push in to take over. She needed to finish,
and at this moment who I was didn't matter - for the moment, I was
just means to an end.

	Whatever her reasons, her responses were lifting me up, too -
she was a fantastic fuck. I *did* feel a little bit superfluous,
though. I wanted her attention on *me*. To get her attention, I slid
my well-lubricated thumb into her asshole. It got her attention, all
right - she came, hard. It took all my strength to stay on when she
started to buck, and I had to grab her hips with both hands again. The
feeling of her bucking her hips back sent me over the edge - I thrust
into as hard as I could, and came so hard I almost collapsed.

	I was too tired to get up right away, but I forced myself to
roll off her and pulled her into my arms. At first, she just lay there
quietly shaking. Finally, though, she must have sensed that I was
through with her, and she tried to speak. Her voice was so hoarse that
she had to start over a couple of times before I could understand her.

	"You *bastard*! Are you satisfied now?"

	"Yes - and so are you. Don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy
yourself."

	"I didn't... I don't... All right, I did. But so did you. And
that was more than I could handle every day."

	"We'll save it for special occasions."

	"*Very* special occasions. Have I told you how much I love
you?"

	"You showed me. Good night, darling."