By The Light Of The Silvery Moon
You Bring Out The Animal In Me
Chapter 1: Afternoon Delight
It was what they call a witch's night. The hot and steamy air was filled with the intoxicating essence of nightshade mixed with the damp rotting humus of the forest floor. No breeze was able to break thru the wall of heat to disturb the treetop leaves. The only noise to be heard was the ever present mating song of the crickets and the soft crunch of pine needles under foot. Julia picked her way down the trail through the virgin pine forest by the silvery light of the full moon rising peacefully over head.
Her granny always warned her never to be caught in the old woods after dark when the moon was full, but Julia always dismissed the warning as an old gypsies tale from her grannies own youth in Romania. Besides, Julia rationalized, this trail thru the old woods cuts off at least a half hour walk home and it was already getting late. Her Da would be furious with her for missing dinner but she knew how to calm his temper and make him understand.
Julia had spent the afternoon with Peter in his fathers barn. The two young lovers had exhausted themselves rolling in the hay loft and had fallen asleep wrapped in each others embrace. Her head still filled with the sent of fresh cut hay mixed with their sweat and the sweet essence of their love making, pulling a piece of straw from her hair she wondered why Peter left her asleep in the hay loft. For when she awoke he was gone and it was dark the harvest moon just rising over the tree tops. She had a devil of a time finding all her undergarments in the hay. Their afternoon session was exquisite, she couldn't remember Peter ever having come so many times without going limp. He was so animalistic tossing her from position to position. It started out playfully at first like it always did with lots of giggling and teasing. The mock chase around the barnyard until she ran into the barn and hid in the hay loft.
"Where did you run off to this time? When I find you, I'm going to give it to you good and hard."
Julia let out a soft giggle as she wriggled out of her clothes then splayed herself across the loose stacked hay. Peter seemed to follow her trail like a bloodhound coming straight to the hay lofts ladder.
Sniff, "Hmm, maybe your in the loft?" A muffled giggle was enough response.
Up the ladder he went to find his prey completely naked in a nest of fresh cut hay. The sunlight streaming in through the open loft doors seemed to make her long curls of fire orange hair glow and dance with the settling hay dust.
"Your not going to give me anything…dressed like that."
Peter wasn't stupid he new the foreplay was over. He quickly stripped as he cockily strutted toward her. While dropping his jeans he got all tangled up and took a nose dive into Julia's nest.
"My macho man" she laughed and quickly grabbed his pants and finished pulling them off. "Oh look at that. Ole glory standing to attention. Let me salute that for you." She licked her lips and took him then. Taking his throbbing cock deep into the back of her throat then slowly sliding back out to tease his tip with her flicking tongue. His groan assured her of his satisfaction and she started sucking and playing her tongue up and down his shaft. Working her way ever so slowly, deeper and deeper until she couldn't take any more of his manhood. Gently she cupped his balls then applied some subtle pressure between them and his anus. He groaned in approval once again. She began to feel his package tighten in the palm of her hand and she new he was close. She began to work more furiously, up and down she teased, fucking him deep with her mouth. She wanted to taste his come, it had been almost a week since they were able to get away and she had mist his salty seed. She never thought she'd like the taste of cock so much. She always thought that it seemed somehow dirty to her but to her surprise she found she loved it.
"Oh, god yes. Don't stop. Oh!" Grabbing a handful of hair he pushed his shaft deeper down her throat.
A little more pressure with her index finger. His balls tightened. Two more pumps with her mouth and she was rewarded for her service with what seemed like a gallon of come splashing down the back of her throat. She clamped her lips tighter onto his shaft as she slid her lips up and down milking him. She didn't want to waste a single drop of this delicious treat. For the fourth time she swallowed and took the base of his cock in her hand she deftly wrung out the last of his flow. A flick of her tongue caught the last drop as it shyly emerged from the tip of his throbbing head.
"It seems like you were saving that up for me. I thought the eruption was never going to stop." Tracing her lips for any straw droplets and then licking her fingers clean.
"I've been thinking a lot about you lately. And now it's your turn."
A squeak of glee broke out of her throat as she flopped unceremoniously onto her back and stretched her legs heaven ward. "Come and get it big boy"
Peter crawled up between her legs and inhaled her scent. Lilacs, she always smells of lilacs. I love that smell.
With a little wiggle of her ass and thrust from her hips, "What are you waiting for? I need you now."
Hint taken. Peter runs his calused hands up and down her legs and over her soft mass of short reds then down to cup her tight ass to raise her slightly. While holding her ass, he reaches around with his thumbs to part her sex to find that she is already dripping in anticipation. "You are ready, aren't you?" He kisses her belly first and rolls his tongue around her navel.
"Just do it already, damn it. Stick your glorious fucking tongue in me. Eat me now. Stop the teasing and do me."
Oh how he loved to tease her, building up her anticipation till the point where she could no longer bear it. She shudders in delight as he gently blows on her swollen clit. Then grabbing her short hairs with his mouth and tugging gently. Another shudder. He flicks his tongue against the tip of her extended clit, which causes her to buck. A full lip lock around her clit and he begins to suck as she grinds her pubic bone into his face.
"Oh yea, suck me, yes that's it. Oh" her head drops to the side, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her head reeling from the electrical sensations that twitched throughout her body. Her brain on fire. She cupped one of her breasts and squeezed then ran slow circles around her areola before tweaking her erect nipple.
Peter continued sucking hard and tickling her clit with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly he broke his pit bull like grasp on her and gently blew on her throbbing clit which made her let out a shrill moan. With his thumbs he caught her labia and parted them to reveal his secret valley. He sent in a lone explorer to chart out the valley. Mapping every ridge and delving deep to the valley floor to discover a gapping dark cave just dripping with her essence. Sweet nectar. It always tasted like sweet nectar, lilac scented nectar of the gods. The explorer feeling lick the luckiest man alive charged right into the gapping cave, swirling around to chart all it's nuances. The valley began to quake and shake then clamped down upon him. The sweet nectar flowed heavy torrents over the explorer and down his chin onto his throat. He closed his lips around the perfect valley hidden beneath the red forest and drank deeply. Sucking furiously while his tongue drew more nectar out from the honey hole.
Julia was on another planet. She clamped her thighs around his head and thrust hard, driving Peter in a little deeper. And then it hit her. The dam exploded. She writhed back and forth clutching handfuls of straw. Releasing her thigh lock for a second, only to clamp down harder the next. Wave after wave of rolled over her, blinding her for what seamed an eternity. When her vision returned she found Peter sitting next to her rubbing his neck and wiping her juice off his mouth and neck with his t-shirt.
A soft smile crept over her lips, "I guess I really needed that."
"I thought you were trying to drown me." They both laughed. And Peter crawled over and kissed her passionatly tasting his own salt mixed with her sweet nectar.
The sound of crunching leaves brought her back to the present. She turned this way and that trying to find the source of the noise but all was silent. "Must have been some little creature out looking for a late night snack." She continued on down the moon lit path toward home. Julia's mind wandered back to the spring.
Chapter 2: How It All Began
The sound of crunching leaves brought her back to the present. She turned this way and that trying to find the source of the noise but all was silent. "Must have been some little creature out looking for a late night snack." She continued on down the moon lit path toward home. Julia's mind wandered back to the spring.
She had known Peter almost all her life. He was the first person she had met of her own age when her wandering family had chosen this valley to settle in. That was just over eight years ago when she was barely ten. It wasn't until this spring that the child hood playmates actually noticed each other as something other than co-conspirators and constant companions.
Julia and Peter had spent the morning hiking around the valley seeking out the elusive morels. As the sun reached its climax, the cool morning are turned hot. They needed some relief from the now oppressive building heat of the day and decided to head on over to their secret swimming hole for a quick skinny dip. At the top of the hill, Julia yelled, "Last one in is a rotten egg!" and broke off into a sprint.
"Oh no you don't!" exclaimed Peter as he took off in chase.
They dropped their baskets of morels as they ran. Julia pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it onto a bush as she ran towards the inviting coolness of the pool.
As Peter came racing around the bend he caught a glimpse of Julies flowing red hair and a flash of pink flesh. He then noticed her top strewn over a bush. As he ran on he found her bra similarly discarded. His t-shirt discarded next to her bra. He continued his pursuit.
At the rock out crop, Julia pause to take off her shoes and socks. While peeling the tight denim off her calves she heard the crack of a twig as Peter came trotting around the corner. She let loose an involuntary squeal of delight at the sight of Peter so close on her tail. Tossing the jeans aside, she takes off again. A little more slowly wary of her soft bare feet.
"My, my, my. I don't remember Peters chest looking that good last summer. Nice abs too, so that's what they mean by six pack. I wonder what he did all winter to get in that kind of shape? What are you thinking about girl? You've known him for years and he's your best friend. You've never had thoughts like this about him before, why start now? Yea I know, but seeing him in this new light is starting to get me hot." She strips off her pink cotton panties and drops them on the trail.
The sight of Julia's ass enveloped in soft pink panties sticking high in the air pulling her jeans off causes Peter to stumble over his own feet. Barely escaping an embarrassing fall onto his face, he recovers his balance just in time to hear Julia let out a small shriek and a flash of her breasts before she darts behind the boulders. "Wow, when did she get those? Man, she has filled out. Last summer, they were barely bumps on a log. Now they are healthy bouncing little honey dews. And that tight little ass, invitingly pointing up to the sky, just waiting for someone to come along and take it." At the boulders, Peter stops to kick off his boots. As he's taking off his jeans, he's surprised to find himself in such an excited state.
Stripped down to his boxers, Peter looks down the path for any sight of his quarry. No sight of her, but wait what is that? Something pink in the middle of the trail. The needle of his personnel compass homes in on the intended target direction. A quick glance down and Peter knew for certain that he was no longer in control but only able to follow the lead. A few moments later he reaches the pink panties now lying innocently at his feet. A quick glance around and no sign of Julia, he bends down to pick up the panties. To his surprise the crotch is soaking wet. He slowly raises the soft pink cotton to his nose and inhales deeply.
With an audible sigh he exhales, "Man, they smell like lilac. I wonder if she'll taste so sweet?" From just up ahead Peter hears a loud splash and another of Julia's endearing shrieks as she hits the cold water. Absently dropping the slick lilac scented panties, the needle leads on.
