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House Party: Starry Night

This piece came from a brainstorming session with Money, and thanks goes to him for suggesting it. Everyone is over 18, etc. Comments and Feedback are welcome. Enjoy!

*****

The music was thumping, vibrating the entire house with the heavy bass line. Speakers set well past 11 blasted out the sounds of rock. This place was a party. Red cups and bottles flowed freely; the smell of sweat, cheap liquor and cheaper beer mingled in the air. Through the din one Katy Perry made her way around, a cup of mystery drink in her hand.

It was not her idea to come here, rather her friend Tory, who was now nowhere to be found. No doubt she was enjoying herself. Katy however was subject to a never-ending barrage of college age boys. Drunk with liquid courage, they threw themselves at her with reckless abandon. It was embarrassing. Fortunately, no one had recognized her. Lord knows what would happen if that happened.

Katy desperately wanted to leave, but Tory had the keys. From her survey of the crowd in the living room, she had already found companionship.

"Ugh." She grunted as she stepped over a drunk; passed out clutching a bottle of Canadian Mist like a newborn with a bottle. Katy recognized him as one that shamelessly threw himself at her earlier. She really wanted to kick him, but resisted lest she damage her shoes. Looking for a change the raven haired singer stepped outside.

The smell of sweat vanished as she stepped outside onto the patio, but the smells of liquor and regret lingered. All about people shuffled. Cups floated alongside top less girls in the pool. Occasionally a brave boy would cannonball in, unconcerned about his clothing or whoever he landed on. As much as she was revolted, being outside was much preferable to being inside. Already the track had changed, AC/DC threatened to knock the house down with a live version of TNT.

Katy stared at the large two story as it seemed to vibrate. "Quite the show huh?"

Katy snapped out of her reverie and looked about for the speaker. Seated all alone on a pool chair was a man that was seemingly unconcerned by all that was happening around him. She approached carefully.

"I suppose it is. All are the parties like this?"

He gestured to the chair next to him, inviting her to sit. "Usually. My friend needed a ride here so I obliged. I'm not one for the party scene but I figured I would watch the fireworks."

Katy sat down next to him, eyeing him up. Average height, with a mass of close cropped brown hair on his head. Tan skin from working outside, a goatee that had a surprising amount of red in it, and impossibly blue eyes. She could like this guy. "Katy."

"Greg. Pleased to meet you Ms. Perry." He extended a hand.

She shot upright. "You know?"

"Yep. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret." He smiled as she shook his hand. It was strong, pleasant.

"Thanks." She leaned back down and brought the red cup she'd been avoiding to her lips.

"I wouldn't do that."

"What?" She looked down at the cup with suspicion.

"The cup. The boys spiked it with something."

"Did they?" She asked, setting the cup down.

"It's their style." He watched as she pushed the cup away. "They want the easy lay, and it improves their odds." She knocked it over, not caring where the contents went.

"I need a drink."

"Here." He reached behind his chair and pulled out a beer bottle. He popped the cap and handed it to her.

"Matilda?" Katy asked, studying the label.

"Classy beer for a classy lady."

She giggled at the line, but took a sip regardless. It was good beer, much better than the PBR and stale Miller coming out of the kegs. The two settled in, coming to a comfortable conversation over the next hour. Katy remarked on her career, while learning about Greg. He was a bit of a traveler but did volunteer work for the rescue service during wildfire season, hence why he was here now. Occasionally an errant splash or bikini top would fly towards them. It was all going well, then Chad came over.

"Hey G, what are you doing at this dig. You're not a party guy. And certainly not for the likes of this fine female." The bleached blonde douche bag was slurring his words, obviously drunk. He constantly pulled at his white tee, trying to cool off, or show off his body.

Katy wanted to tell him off, her anger rising, but Greg handled it. "Her name is Katy."

"Whatevs man, you don't belong here. Just leave so the real guys can meet with this lady." Chad's face turned an even brighter shade of red. His anger overcoming his already inebriated self.

"Fine. I guess I'll leave." He turned to Katy and winked at her. "I'll be seeing you again."

Katy watched as he got up and made room for Chad, walking around the drunk.

Katy watched in horror as he left. Uncertain what to do. Though when he stopped to tie his shoe right behind Chad, she realized his plan. Greg looked over and winked again. "Shoelace."

"Now that the idiot is gone...let's get to know each other." Chad moved uncomfortably close.

Katy stood up, putting on an obviously fake smirk as she came up to him. "Lets." She slowly lead him back until he was mere inches from the prone Greg.

"Let's start with a kiss." Chad moved in, his face puckered in an even more obnoxious pose.

"Let's start with this!" Katy put her hands to his chest and shoved. The bleached blonde stumbled back, his legs leaving him as he hit Greg. His balance now gone, he flailed about before taking a nosedive into the pool. He disappeared under the water, breaking the surface mere seconds later.

"You bitch!" Chad managed to shout as he tried to tread water.

"Later hon." Katy gave a mock wave and joined Greg. "Ready to go?"

"With you? Always." She looped a hand around his and they left the party. The house still shook as heavy rap took the revelers deeper into the night. Greg lead her to his car, an old Dodge Durango, and opened the door for her. A real gentleman. She thought to herself. Already she could feel a longing within her.

"Where are we going?" Katy asked.

"I know a place that's much nicer." He responded, putting the car in gear and started to move away from the house party.

"Oh wait." Katy dug through pockets until she pulled out her phone. With it, she punched up three numbers and hit call. "Yes I'd like to report a house party...Yeah, probably underage...Very loud...318 Elm Street...thanks." She killed the call with a satisfying beep.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing, I may have just called the police on the party." Katy said with a satisfied smirk.

"Oh you little devil." The pair drove in silence for several moments, the tension increasing in the air. Katy was concerned when Greg suddenly turned off the main road, and the truck started up a hill. After several more moments of driving they came to a stop. "Here we are." He unbuckled and exited the vehicle.

Katy too stepped out. "Where are we?"

"Overlook. You can see the city below, and I'm guessing those lights are your police."

Katy looked and indeed see several pairs of flashing lights speeding across a road. She burst out laughing. "I'm a serious party pooper."

Greg was at the back of the truck, pulling something out of the trunk. "You're the party Ms. Perry." Katy tensed for a moment thinking the worst, then relaxed when he reappeared with a heavy blanket. He opened it and spread it across the clearing.

Almost automatically, she went and laid down on the blanket, she didn't realize how cold it was becoming, especially this high up. She looked up into the sky, truly amazed at the sight. The city tended to wash out all the stars, but out here they were all visible. Something warm fell on her as Greg wrapped a blanket around her and pressed another beer into her hands.

"Thank you." She took a sip, her eyes wide in wonder at the spectacle before her. "Wow there's so many."

"Billions. If not more." Greg said as he sat down next to her.

"What's that one?" She pointed up to star that seemed to lazily cruise along the sky.

"A satellite, maybe the ISS."

Katy shivered and instinctively scooted closer to Greg, their bodies touching. Only the fabric of their clothes preventing them from getting closer. "What about that one?"

Greg watched follower her finger. Far above a meteor shot past, the nose bright while a trail of trail of red flames followed as it streaked across the night sky. "Meteor shower. You better make a wish."

Katy shut her eyes and wished as the flaming rock winked out. They sat watched the sky for a few more minutes, the starry visage occasionally illuminated by flare of another meteor entering Earth's pull. Katy liked this far better than the party down below.

The tension wasn't thick in the air, but rather ever present. Intoxicating as it surrounded the pair. At one point their fingers intertwined. Katy unknowingly rested her head on his shoulders. It would only take one little drop for the pot to boil over. One little push for the sexual rock to start rolling down the hill.

They both turned to say something to the other at the same time. Their lips met, electricity dancing between them as the spark hit their brains. The stone was now rolling. Katy melted back into the bottom blanket, her grip taking Greg with her. After several seconds the kiss broke and the pair looked at one another.

Another kiss, with even more passion. Their lips parted and their tongues danced around each others mouth, an elaborate dance that only they could feel. Katy's free hand slid down Greg's chest, picking out the bumps and ridges of his muscles. When she got to the bottom, she slipped under and started to slide the shirt up. Her fingers felt his bare chest and she liked it.

Greg broke off the kiss with a sigh from Katy. He reached up and took his shirt off the rest of the way. His hands crept down to her chest, the two large breasts heaving, begging for attention. Katy rotated and flipped him onto his back. Now straddling him, she admired his worked out upper body, vaguely aware of something poking her back. That was for later however. Her arms pushed together her breasts, buttons strained.

"You like?" She giggled when he was only able to nod. A finger popped off a button. Then another and another. With each button inches of tantalizing cleavage went on display. At last, she got to the final button. Pulling with each arm, her shirt went wide her full glory on display. Her large breasts confined in a black bra. She reached around and undid the strap, sending the bra tumbling to the ground. Despite their size, her boobs were remarkably perky. Resisting gravity's pull with a giant middle finger. Her nipples puckered from both the cold and desire.

Katy sighed and her eyes fluttered as she felt his hands. The masculine hands wrapped around her waist. Slowly they crept higher and cupped her breasts. Her firm globes felt exquisite in his hands as he hefted them, testing their weight. He slowly began to fondle them. The cold air only adding to the arousal Katy felt. She could only suck in air in gasps as Greg continued his handiwork.

His hands massaged her chest. Greg seemed to know just where to touch her as he began to gently kneed her bountiful breasts. This wasn't the rough face smashing sex she used to get. She had previously decided that this is how she wanted to be treated. No, this is how she deserved to be treated. His hands cupped each nipple and gently worked them between his fingers. His action elicited a moan of approval. Her nipples responded even more so. Greg had skilled hands and he was a master of his craft. Katy moaned even harder as he kneaded her further.

Carefully, one hand stopped its actions and slid down her body. Her pants popped open easily as the hand ventured forth to its destination. His hand, left she surmised, slowly worked along her lower abdomen to the V that was her nether regions. Fingertips gently massaged her as it crept lower and lower. It scooted over to her right jean contained thigh and went back and forth slowly. It was the back of his hand, she felt his closely cut nails dragging across her nearly naked flesh.

She bit her lip in near frustration. Greg knew how to make his tea, he was letting her simmer, but not boil over. She desperately wanted to take over, to grab his hand and shove it deep within her, but knew that would not be the case. He was already putting her pleasure ahead of his. To Katy it was exquisite, this must be what making love felt like, far different from having sex. This was a whole other level.

His fingers on his right hand squeezed her breast again, causing her to moan out loud, no doubt sending forest creatures moving with her cries. Katy threw her head back in a cry of pleasure as his left got to her clitoris. She felt each finger as is deftly worked on her bud. She never had it gentle before and this was something else. Her ex husband and previous men all were concerned with themselves; a rough pounding then sleep. Slowly his hand withdrew leaving only his thumb. Katy gasped again as she felt a finger probe the lips of her vagina. The finger idly traced their path across her sex before spreading them apart.

A lone finger slipped into her moist, and leaking, sex and started to explore. Her vagina felt tight as she could feel his every move with his exploring finger. It carefully probed every inch of her insides that it was able to reach. It paused and seemed to tap over her g-spot. The spot that none of her previously lovers, despite the size of their equipment or technique were able to reach. Now this man was able to do it with a single finger.

A second finger joined the first and together they cut a path across her insides. They hit the g-spot on either side, and squeezed it, massaged it and did everything fingers could to it. Katy felt her orgasm building. She hadn't even felt his penis and she was already cumming. She cried out, shattering the peacefulness of the forest with the throes of her orgasm. Katy spasmed as her lover continued his work.

Katy leaned forward, doubled over. She landed on Greg, her large breasts dangling in front of his face; her nipples aching for more attention. She whimpered again as she felt his hands withdraw from their work, only to sigh in contentment as both hands started to work her jeans down. Katy worked herself up and stripped down the rest of the way. She turned about; presenting her ample butt to him. His fingers delicately worked over her behind, then began to rub it in a sensual pattern. Katy tensed up as she felt a shift. A hand settled at the small of her back, another at her waist. Her eyes darted open and she tried to look behind her. This was usually a prelude to anal sex. Something she had done, but not enjoyed. Now that she had a moment to reflect, it was probably because who she was with not the act itself. Her magnificent rear end blocked most of her view however. She need not worry, she felt the large bulbous head of his penis probe the folds to her vagina. When did he even get his pants off? She didn't know and quite frankly didn't care.

He was slow and deliberate in his actions as he worked himself in. He would go in an inch or so, then withdraw another inch, then work two inches in. He kept up this pace. It drove Katy nuts, it was providing her so much pleasure. She swore she felt every ridge and bump of his penis as it worked its way into her sex. She felt, and heard him bottom out within her. His testicles, she had no idea how big they were, hit her thighs with a soft thud.

He slowly started to withdraw from her, when just the ridge of the head was all that was keeping him inside, he worked himself back in. The pleasure was intense for Katy. It was hard to comprehend the power that he was driving into her. It wasn't the rapid slamming that she had usually received, it was sensual. Her boobs rocked back and forth with each motion. Her engorged nipples traced across the blanket. The sensations fogged over Katy's brain. Her nipples would be cutting through the material if they could get any harder.

Katy felt her second orgasm coming this time, and she wanted it. She wanted it bad. She urgently pushed back against his efforts, trying to drive the process on faster, but he wouldn't be rushed. For what seemed like an eternity she was on the very edge of a true orgasm.

Finally, he pushed into her one last time and the dam inside her burst. Katy's entire body went rigid for a moment before starting to spasm, her voice screamed the rainbow as she was suddenly transported to a higher state. In her pleasure filled brain she felt and heard a grunt from her lover and the rush of his semen. She felt each spasm from his dick as more and more of his love juice flowed into her.

Katy settled down from her high, her consciousness had finally flowed back into her body from where it had be launched and she collapsed in a heap. Her breathing was ragged, and she gasped for breaths between sighs of contentment. She moaned as her lover rotated her over to face the sky and kissed her on the lips. Their tongues intertwined and danced with each other. His head moved to the side and kissed her nape again.

For several moments the merely laid intertwined with one another, his softening cock dribbling a small amount of cum onto her thighs. Katy shivered, suddenly reminded of the encroaching cold. "We should get going." She said, her tone resigned.

"We should." Slowly Greg gathered his clothing. In the bare moonlight Katy saw his semi flaccid member. It hung low, hinting at its erect size. Just behind, she could make out the outline of his testicles. The two eggs sat comfortably in their sack. She knew she be seeing those again later. Often and repeatedly if she got her way.

Katy slowly put her clothes back on. Her nipples stubbornly remained erect, a product of the cold and the sex. She released a gasp when she tried to get her bra back on. The black material scraped along her chest, threatening to restart what just finished.

Greg was now fully clothed, already gathering up the empty bottles and blankets. When finished he joined her in the car. The pair kissed. "Where too?"

"I don't know, just start driving." Greg complied and started back down the road. Coming back on the main road they passed the house party. A half dozen squad cars were out in front, their lights illuminating the night in bursts of reds and blues. The pair burst out laughing when they said Chad handcuffed being lead to a cruiser. As the officers directed them past Chad scowled at them.

"I didn't ask up there, but did you get your wish?" Greg asked.

"I won't tell." Katy responded a smile on her lips.This piece came from a brainstorming session with Money, and thanks goes to him for suggesting it. Everyone is over 18, etc. Comments and Feedback are welcome. Enjoy!

*****

The music was thumping, vibrating the entire house with the heavy bass line. Speakers set well past 11 blasted out the sounds of rock. This place was a party. Red cups and bottles flowed freely; the smell of sweat, cheap liquor and cheaper beer mingled in the air. Through the din one Katy Perry made her way around, a cup of mystery drink in her hand.

It was not her idea to come here, rather her friend Tory, who was now nowhere to be found. No doubt she was enjoying herself. Katy however was subject to a never-ending barrage of college age boys. Drunk with liquid courage, they threw themselves at her with reckless abandon. It was embarrassing. Fortunately, no one had recognized her. Lord knows what would happen if that happened.

Katy desperately wanted to leave, but Tory had the keys. From her survey of the crowd in the living room, she had already found companionship.

"Ugh." She grunted as she stepped over a drunk; passed out clutching a bottle of Canadian Mist like a newborn with a bottle. Katy recognized him as one that shamelessly threw himself at her earlier. She really wanted to kick him, but resisted lest she damage her shoes. Looking for a change the raven haired singer stepped outside.

The smell of sweat vanished as she stepped outside onto the patio, but the smells of liquor and regret lingered. All about people shuffled. Cups floated alongside top less girls in the pool. Occasionally a brave boy would cannonball in, unconcerned about his clothing or whoever he landed on. As much as she was revolted, being outside was much preferable to being inside. Already the track had changed, AC/DC threatened to knock the house down with a live version of TNT.

Katy stared at the large two story as it seemed to vibrate. "Quite the show huh?"

Katy snapped out of her reverie and looked about for the speaker. Seated all alone on a pool chair was a man that was seemingly unconcerned by all that was happening around him. She approached carefully.

"I suppose it is. All are the parties like this?"

He gestured to the chair next to him, inviting her to sit. "Usually. My friend needed a ride here so I obliged. I'm not one for the party scene but I figured I would watch the fireworks."

Katy sat down next to him, eyeing him up. Average height, with a mass of close cropped brown hair on his head. Tan skin from working outside, a goatee that had a surprising amount of red in it, and impossibly blue eyes. She could like this guy. "Katy."

"Greg. Pleased to meet you Ms. Perry." He extended a hand.

She shot upright. "You know?"

"Yep. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret." He smiled as she shook his hand. It was strong, pleasant.

"Thanks." She leaned back down and brought the red cup she'd been avoiding to her lips.

"I wouldn't do that."

"What?" She looked down at the cup with suspicion.

"The cup. The boys spiked it with something."

"Did they?" She asked, setting the cup down.

"It's their style." He watched as she pushed the cup away. "They want the easy lay, and it improves their odds." She knocked it over, not caring where the contents went.

"I need a drink."

"Here." He reached behind his chair and pulled out a beer bottle. He popped the cap and handed it to her.

"Matilda?" Katy asked, studying the label.

"Classy beer for a classy lady."

She giggled at the line, but took a sip regardless. It was good beer, much better than the PBR and stale Miller coming out of the kegs. The two settled in, coming to a comfortable conversation over the next hour. Katy remarked on her career, while learning about Greg. He was a bit of a traveler but did volunteer work for the rescue service during wildfire season, hence why he was here now. Occasionally an errant splash or bikini top would fly towards them. It was all going well, then Chad came over.

"Hey G, what are you doing at this dig. You're not a party guy. And certainly not for the likes of this fine female." The bleached blonde douche bag was slurring his words, obviously drunk. He constantly pulled at his white tee, trying to cool off, or show off his body.

Katy wanted to tell him off, her anger rising, but Greg handled it. "Her name is Katy."

"Whatevs man, you don't belong here. Just leave so the real guys can meet with this lady." Chad's face turned an even brighter shade of red. His anger overcoming his already inebriated self.

"Fine. I guess I'll leave." He turned to Katy and winked at her. "I'll be seeing you again."

Katy watched as he got up and made room for Chad, walking around the drunk.

Katy watched in horror as he left. Uncertain what to do. Though when he stopped to tie his shoe right behind Chad, she realized his plan. Greg looked over and winked again. "Shoelace."

"Now that the idiot is gone...let's get to know each other." Chad moved uncomfortably close.

Katy stood up, putting on an obviously fake smirk as she came up to him. "Lets." She slowly lead him back until he was mere inches from the prone Greg.

"Let's start with a kiss." Chad moved in, his face puckered in an even more obnoxious pose.

"Let's start with this!" Katy put her hands to his chest and shoved. The bleached blonde stumbled back, his legs leaving him as he hit Greg. His balance now gone, he flailed about before taking a nosedive into the pool. He disappeared under the water, breaking the surface mere seconds later.

"You bitch!" Chad managed to shout as he tried to tread water.

"Later hon." Katy gave a mock wave and joined Greg. "Ready to go?"

"With you? Always." She looped a hand around his and they left the party. The house still shook as heavy rap took the revelers deeper into the night. Greg lead her to his car, an old Dodge Durango, and opened the door for her. A real gentleman. She thought to herself. Already she could feel a longing within her.

"Where are we going?" Katy asked.

"I know a place that's much nicer." He responded, putting the car in gear and started to move away from the house party.

"Oh wait." Katy dug through pockets until she pulled out her phone. With it, she punched up three numbers and hit call. "Yes I'd like to report a house party...Yeah, probably underage...Very loud...318 Elm Street...thanks." She killed the call with a satisfying beep.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing, I may have just called the police on the party." Katy said with a satisfied smirk.

"Oh you little devil." The pair drove in silence for several moments, the tension increasing in the air. Katy was concerned when Greg suddenly turned off the main road, and the truck started up a hill. After several more moments of driving they came to a stop. "Here we are." He unbuckled and exited the vehicle.

Katy too stepped out. "Where are we?"

"Overlook. You can see the city below, and I'm guessing those lights are your police."

Katy looked and indeed see several pairs of flashing lights speeding across a road. She burst out laughing. "I'm a serious party pooper."

Greg was at the back of the truck, pulling something out of the trunk. "You're the party Ms. Perry." Katy tensed for a moment thinking the worst, then relaxed when he reappeared with a heavy blanket. He opened it and spread it across the clearing.

Almost automatically, she went and laid down on the blanket, she didn't realize how cold it was becoming, especially this high up. She looked up into the sky, truly amazed at the sight. The city tended to wash out all the stars, but out here they were all visible. Something warm fell on her as Greg wrapped a blanket around her and pressed another beer into her hands.

"Thank you." She took a sip, her eyes wide in wonder at the spectacle before her. "Wow there's so many."

"Billions. If not more." Greg said as he sat down next to her.

"What's that one?" She pointed up to star that seemed to lazily cruise along the sky.

"A satellite, maybe the ISS."

Katy shivered and instinctively scooted closer to Greg, their bodies touching. Only the fabric of their clothes preventing them from getting closer. "What about that one?"

Greg watched follower her finger. Far above a meteor shot past, the nose bright while a trail of trail of red flames followed as it streaked across the night sky. "Meteor shower. You better make a wish."

Katy shut her eyes and wished as the flaming rock winked out. They sat watched the sky for a few more minutes, the starry visage occasionally illuminated by flare of another meteor entering Earth's pull. Katy liked this far better than the party down below.

The tension wasn't thick in the air, but rather ever present. Intoxicating as it surrounded the pair. At one point their fingers intertwined. Katy unknowingly rested her head on his shoulders. It would only take one little drop for the pot to boil over. One little push for the sexual rock to start rolling down the hill.

They both turned to say something to the other at the same time. Their lips met, electricity dancing between them as the spark hit their brains. The stone was now rolling. Katy melted back into the bottom blanket, her grip taking Greg with her. After several seconds the kiss broke and the pair looked at one another.

Another kiss, with even more passion. Their lips parted and their tongues danced around each others mouth, an elaborate dance that only they could feel. Katy's free hand slid down Greg's chest, picking out the bumps and ridges of his muscles. When she got to the bottom, she slipped under and started to slide the shirt up. Her fingers felt his bare chest and she liked it.

Greg broke off the kiss with a sigh from Katy. He reached up and took his shirt off the rest of the way. His hands crept down to her chest, the two large breasts heaving, begging for attention. Katy rotated and flipped him onto his back. Now straddling him, she admired his worked out upper body, vaguely aware of something poking her back. That was for later however. Her arms pushed together her breasts, buttons strained.

"You like?" She giggled when he was only able to nod. A finger popped off a button. Then another and another. With each button inches of tantalizing cleavage went on display. At last, she got to the final button. Pulling with each arm, her shirt went wide her full glory on display. Her large breasts confined in a black bra. She reached around and undid the strap, sending the bra tumbling to the ground. Despite their size, her boobs were remarkably perky. Resisting gravity's pull with a giant middle finger. Her nipples puckered from both the cold and desire.

Katy sighed and her eyes fluttered as she felt his hands. The masculine hands wrapped around her waist. Slowly they crept higher and cupped her breasts. Her firm globes felt exquisite in his hands as he hefted them, testing their weight. He slowly began to fondle them. The cold air only adding to the arousal Katy felt. She could only suck in air in gasps as Greg continued his handiwork.

His hands massaged her chest. Greg seemed to know just where to touch her as he began to gently kneed her bountiful breasts. This wasn't the rough face smashing sex she used to get. She had previously decided that this is how she wanted to be treated. No, this is how she deserved to be treated. His hands cupped each nipple and gently worked them between his fingers. His action elicited a moan of approval. Her nipples responded even more so. Greg had skilled hands and he was a master of his craft. Katy moaned even harder as he kneaded her further.

Carefully, one hand stopped its actions and slid down her body. Her pants popped open easily as the hand ventured forth to its destination. His hand, left she surmised, slowly worked along her lower abdomen to the V that was her nether regions. Fingertips gently massaged her as it crept lower and lower. It scooted over to her right jean contained thigh and went back and forth slowly. It was the back of his hand, she felt his closely cut nails dragging across her nearly naked flesh.

She bit her lip in near frustration. Greg knew how to make his tea, he was letting her simmer, but not boil over. She desperately wanted to take over, to grab his hand and shove it deep within her, but knew that would not be the case. He was already putting her pleasure ahead of his. To Katy it was exquisite, this must be what making love felt like, far different from having sex. This was a whole other level.

His fingers on his right hand squeezed her breast again, causing her to moan out loud, no doubt sending forest creatures moving with her cries. Katy threw her head back in a cry of pleasure as his left got to her clitoris. She felt each finger as is deftly worked on her bud. She never had it gentle before and this was something else. Her ex husband and previous men all were concerned with themselves; a rough pounding then sleep. Slowly his hand withdrew leaving only his thumb. Katy gasped again as she felt a finger probe the lips of her vagina. The finger idly traced their path across her sex before spreading them apart.

A lone finger slipped into her moist, and leaking, sex and started to explore. Her vagina felt tight as she could feel his every move with his exploring finger. It carefully probed every inch of her insides that it was able to reach. It paused and seemed to tap over her g-spot. The spot that none of her previously lovers, despite the size of their equipment or technique were able to reach. Now this man was able to do it with a single finger.

A second finger joined the first and together they cut a path across her insides. They hit the g-spot on either side, and squeezed it, massaged it and did everything fingers could to it. Katy felt her orgasm building. She hadn't even felt his penis and she was already cumming. She cried out, shattering the peacefulness of the forest with the throes of her orgasm. Katy spasmed as her lover continued his work.

Katy leaned forward, doubled over. She landed on Greg, her large breasts dangling in front of his face; her nipples aching for more attention. She whimpered again as she felt his hands withdraw from their work, only to sigh in contentment as both hands started to work her jeans down. Katy worked herself up and stripped down the rest of the way. She turned about; presenting her ample butt to him. His fingers delicately worked over her behind, then began to rub it in a sensual pattern. Katy tensed up as she felt a shift. A hand settled at the small of her back, another at her waist. Her eyes darted open and she tried to look behind her. This was usually a prelude to anal sex. Something she had done, but not enjoyed. Now that she had a moment to reflect, it was probably because who she was with not the act itself. Her magnificent rear end blocked most of her view however. She need not worry, she felt the large bulbous head of his penis probe the folds to her vagina. When did he even get his pants off? She didn't know and quite frankly didn't care.

He was slow and deliberate in his actions as he worked himself in. He would go in an inch or so, then withdraw another inch, then work two inches in. He kept up this pace. It drove Katy nuts, it was providing her so much pleasure. She swore she felt every ridge and bump of his penis as it worked its way into her sex. She felt, and heard him bottom out within her. His testicles, she had no idea how big they were, hit her thighs with a soft thud.

He slowly started to withdraw from her, when just the ridge of the head was all that was keeping him inside, he worked himself back in. The pleasure was intense for Katy. It was hard to comprehend the power that he was driving into her. It wasn't the rapid slamming that she had usually received, it was sensual. Her boobs rocked back and forth with each motion. Her engorged nipples traced across the blanket. The sensations fogged over Katy's brain. Her nipples would be cutting through the material if they could get any harder.

Katy felt her second orgasm coming this time, and she wanted it. She wanted it bad. She urgently pushed back against his efforts, trying to drive the process on faster, but he wouldn't be rushed. For what seemed like an eternity she was on the very edge of a true orgasm.

Finally, he pushed into her one last time and the dam inside her burst. Katy's entire body went rigid for a moment before starting to spasm, her voice screamed the rainbow as she was suddenly transported to a higher state. In her pleasure filled brain she felt and heard a grunt from her lover and the rush of his semen. She felt each spasm from his dick as more and more of his love juice flowed into her.

Katy settled down from her high, her consciousness had finally flowed back into her body from where it had be launched and she collapsed in a heap. Her breathing was ragged, and she gasped for breaths between sighs of contentment. She moaned as her lover rotated her over to face the sky and kissed her on the lips. Their tongues intertwined and danced with each other. His head moved to the side and kissed her nape again.

For several moments the merely laid intertwined with one another, his softening cock dribbling a small amount of cum onto her thighs. Katy shivered, suddenly reminded of the encroaching cold. "We should get going." She said, her tone resigned.

"We should." Slowly Greg gathered his clothing. In the bare moonlight Katy saw his semi flaccid member. It hung low, hinting at its erect size. Just behind, she could make out the outline of his testicles. The two eggs sat comfortably in their sack. She knew she be seeing those again later. Often and repeatedly if she got her way.

Katy slowly put her clothes back on. Her nipples stubbornly remained erect, a product of the cold and the sex. She released a gasp when she tried to get her bra back on. The black material scraped along her chest, threatening to restart what just finished.

Greg was now fully clothed, already gathering up the empty bottles and blankets. When finished he joined her in the car. The pair kissed. "Where too?"

"I don't know, just start driving." Greg complied and started back down the road. Coming back on the main road they passed the house party. A half dozen squad cars were out in front, their lights illuminating the night in bursts of reds and blues. The pair burst out laughing when they said Chad handcuffed being lead to a cruiser. As the officers directed them past Chad scowled at them.

"I didn't ask up there, but did you get your wish?" Greg asked.

"I won't tell." Katy responded a smile on her lips.

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Dec 1, 2018 in romance

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