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The following story deals with themes of explicit sex.  If you're not
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		  Trunks and Limbs



   We drive along the thickly wooded, dirt road.  I had been down here
shooting pictures nearly 3 years ago - before I was an "experienced"
photographer.  Though the sky is again blue, with only the slightest
wisp of clouds, and the late winter wind blows chilly through the pine
forest much like that day three years ago, something else is
incredibly different.  You are with me.

   I usually NEVER take someone along on a shoot (unless of course it
is a model).  I consider shooting something like a religious state - a
time when my mind focuses and energies inside me swell...allowing me
to sort out problems and ideas.  But you really wanted to come along.
Though there is no apparent reason for you to be here, we both sense
the true motive.  Something moves between us like lightning dancing
between thunder-heads.  And that something is just as intangible and
inexplicable but just as visible.

   "Everything looks the same out here?"  A common comment about the
woods near me.  You stare out the window as you speak.

   "Yeah, I know, but if you look hard enough.  Not with your own
eyes, then there is a lot to see."

   "Not with your own eyes?"

   "Hard to explain: the camera almost acts like a third eye - when
you look through it you see things that you could otherwise overlook."
I stop the car, pulling up onto a sandy embankment near a thin dusty,
trail.  We get out -I grab the equipment - camera case, tripod - and
meet the cool forest air.  The smell of pine and dried leaves fills
our senses.

    "Mmph."  You are looking around and stretching.  For the first
time today I really look at you.

     Your dark, curly locks hang down onto your heavy blue parka.
Your hands are in the back pockets of your jeans.  Your slender form
and small but shapely breasts are largely hidden beneath the  heavy
jacket but your fine, tight buttocks is prominently displayed by your
pants.  I watch your back arch as you unconsciously run your hands
down your ass and to your hips, and then let them fall to your sides.
My eyes now trail over your sneakers, up your slender legs held by the
jeans, and lock at your crotch.  It is not intentional, just
instinctual for most males.  Then I look up and blush a bit as your
deep eyes bore into me.  You turn wryly with only a tiny smile, as if
to not have noticeably caught me staring.

   I am in loose black sweat-pants, the best for extensive walking and
warmth.  I have a black zip-up jacket on - more of a wind breaker to
accent the heavy, burgundy sweatshirt that I wear.  Big, black leather
boots are on my feet - perfect for the twig and pine-needle bedding of
this terrain.  My pockets bulge with a few items: film rolls, lens
filters and the like.

   "Let's Go!" I say and head down the trail.

   You smile and follow, walking up close to me.  We never have really
taken the steps to display affection, but somehow we both sense mutual
desire and interest.  But this time you walk even closer to me than
you have before.  Though my arms are full, I manage to shuffle my gear
and slip one hand to the small of your back.  You smile and I feel
your arm around my shoulders.

   We walk further into the cool, bright woods.  Our breaths frosting
until we have walked a ways - our lungs adjusting to the chill.  Sweat
is starting to build up under my arms and on my chest.  And now I
notice that my member is beginning to tingle as it brushes my cotton
briefs.  Your hand rubs my shoulder a bit and moves up to my neck.  I
have to snatch a quick breath: your fingers caress an erogenous zone
and a tingle shoots down my back.  I pull you in a bit closer to me
and let my hand rest down onto your swaying, hard ass-cheek.  Your
allowance of my advance causes a bulge to begin stemming in my sweat
pants.  My cock plumps up, slowly lengthening against the tight
confines of the underwear.  We slow and then stop.  I put down my
equipment.  Our arms begin to form an embrace as we turn to look at
each other.

   "Did you...really take me out here to shoot pictures with you?" you
asked as you pulled me closer: against you.  Your features are white
and fine.  My fingers flide through your hair and down to your face
and throat.  Delicately you go back to my neck and tickle.  The
pressure down below mounts.

   "Yes, but only if nothing better happens."    I let my other hand
go to the small of your back and then move back up to the base of your
neck: I tickle you and you sigh and smile.  My palm begins to run over
the soft curves of your buttocks: allowing my fingers to slide up and
down the crack slowly... gently.  Similarly I caress the back of your
neck and lock my lips onto yours.  The cool air makes our mouths that
much steamier, fuller.  Our saliva mixes; our tongues lap at each
other.  I let you rove and touch my mouth's inner cheeks and roof.
You can sense a tingle at your lips as I send my own tongue between
them. 

   We are both panting: our nostrils exhaling short, heated bursts.
Our mouths press and suck more quickly.  I can feel your heart and
blood pounding throughout my body even through our layers of clothes.
I move my mouth down to your neck and begin to nip with my lips and
tongue each vibrant nerve around your throat.  You gasp as the nerves
light up, sending shivers down your back and into your crotch.

   "Ooohh..." you sigh.

   An elongation pokes from my front - forming a pointed tent in my
pants; the stretching of the briefs squashes my sack into me.  I feel
another tingle as your hands slide down my back and to my ass -
gripping the handful of meat there, pawing and tugging my cheek.  You
pull me against you and the weight sets you a bit off balance.  Your
mouth pulls away and you take a few paces back, teetering until you
lean against a tall, hard, cedar trunk which is void of branches this
far down.  

   I lean into you, the tree supporting both of us.  The heat builds
as my weight presses against you, pinning you to the tree.  Now my
hard-on is tight and throbbing against your hips - you feel it quiver
and bob as I gently nudge forward against you.  I continue to tickle
the bottom of your cheeks, the crack of your ass, and grope the hard
curves with my palms.  My fingers clench and poke - filling and
kneading any nook and pressure-point on your posterior.

   You breathe hard now, and so do I.  We fondle each other - seeking
out, setting alight, every little pleasure-spot on our necks, backs,
and buttocks.

   You lift your jacket and shirt a bit around your mid-drift -
letting me know where you want my hands next.  You feel one of my
cool, dry, firm hands up under the clothes - soaking in the warmth
from your heated, sweat-slicked back.  

   My other hand tickles your ass-crack one last time.  It comes down
to rest and nuzzles in the warm, slightly damp crotch of your pants.

   My fingers begin to slide back and forth across the corduroys
stretched tight around your sex.  I sense your legs jerk a bit at the
new rubbing, pressure my palm and finger-tips apply between your legs
from behind.  You groan a bit and slowly suck my sweaty neck - tasting
the perspiration - feeling the pulse of hot blood under your lips.
Fingers clench on my cheeks and pull me forward, allowing my crotch to
rub yours as my fingertips - one at a time, press hard against your
clothed slit from behind.

   "Hu..uh.." I groan, the pressure around my stiff wad builds as I
thrust and massage it against the heated vertex between your legs.

   Our lips are locked on necks and faces - bathing each other in
heated, wet, tongue-strokes.  An occasional suck of a nerve or nibble
sets a tiny groan out from one of us.  Your ear tingles and sizzles as
my tongue probes it - lightly licking first the outside then sliding
in.  Our bodies rub and bump against each other.  We gasp and groan.
Hands frantically squeeze and pry flesh.

   Now I am all the way up your shirt.  Your hands drop from my ass -
allowing my limb to keep pumping between your thighs.  The nerves on
the underside of my prick tingle and burn - urging me to push harder
and faster to gain release.  You reach back and let your bra free...it
slides down loose around your mid- drift.  My finger dance along your
sides, hot arm-pits, back and belly.  I run them up your front and
ease them slowly between the petite but heaving mounds.  I continue to
just use the tips of my fingers to caress the tender, hot, sweaty skin
in the center of your bosom, and then slowly move over to let my hand
massage all of your breast.  Your nipple is a hard, burning nodule in
my palm.  You push yourself forward and allow your whole breast to be
enveloped by my squeezing, tickling fingers.

   "Mmhhh..." I hear you gurgle as my hand digs into the
slowly-wettening fabric that clings tight to your vagina while
pinching and squeezing your twitching nipple.  You twitch as the
sensations shoot through your insides - filling your privates with
fire both on top and on the bottom.

    You let your head back and begin to thrust your hips, humping my
hand - letting your body's weight carry you to and fro.  You gasp at
the heightened pressure your pussy and tit absorb as you jam them into
my hand.  Your rocking also intensifies the burning tickle in my raw
prick.  

   I give a heave and a groan as I pump it against you, trying to
relieve the loads building there.  I feel the head is bulbous and
tingly, seeking some release from the burning inside of it.  I think
about reaching down and stroking it but am caught up in our mutual
bumping and rubbing.  My hands are too at home fondling your breast,
and pressing into your crotch.

   Your hands drops down to my hips and pushes pass the elastic of my
sweats and underwear.  I feel your fingers groping into my hair and
slowly brush the hard, dry, pulsing flesh in my member.  You skim the
head with your fingers.  It is raw from the rubbing: pink and
sensitive.  It bulges and twitches at the contact, but instead of
release only fiery tension mounts.  You pull your hand out and I leave
your cunt to grab it.

   "Jerk me...feel me..." I manage to moan as I suck on your neck.  I
hold your wrist at my stomach and you clench your hand firm around my
prick.  You feel the shaft, not long but thick and just a bit curved
fill your grip as I pump.  It is burning, throbbing on your palm and
fingers.  Your hand starts to rub the bottom.  I grunt hard, pumping
faster, grinding our hands and my cock into your thighs.  You clench
it and jam down to the base.

    "Aahh..."  A little glob of stickiness spills up.  A momentary
release.  My hand sinks back down to your hot core.

    Then you reach up and unzip your jacket - I leave your bust for a
moment to raise up your t-shirt.  Your small, full breasts are thrust
outward - their flush made even brighter by the two dark, hard knobs
on their tips.  My mouth moves there.

   You still rock and grind your crotch onto my palm and hips -
pushing off the tree-trunk that rises behind you like a huge phallus.
You clutch my shoulders tight as my steaming, dripping tongue begins
to flicker over your expectant nipple.  My lips lock on your breast
and suckle the stiff, taut node.  You can feel it working around the
reddened rim and onto the tip - puckering and pouting as my tongue
lashes across it.

   "Ah..." you sigh as you thrust your chest out for me to mouth.
Your tits are slowly becoming covered by the suckling and tonguing I
bestow on them...my hot saliva chasing away the cool air blowing on
your breasts - a combination that makes them seem like two burning
points of pleasure in your deepest being.

    My hand moves back up to your ass again which is now tight against
the tree.  I let my other hand go there too - fully clasping your
pumping butt-cheeks as you kiss my head, and gently mash your tits
onto my eager, smacking lips.

    Then I let myself slide down to my knees - stopping to kiss and
tongue your belly button.  You still grind but now against my chest.
The denim at your crotch is damp and smells of a rich earthiness.
That smell that can only be found in a woman's privates.  Now my
tingling, hot rod is wedged and tangled in my bunched pants.  Slicks
of clear drippings have oozed up onto the head and coated my drawers.
The sour scent of my own arousal mixing with the tang of your sweaty
pussy drives something in my loins, making me grab and claw at your
ass and hips.

   You shove your heated parts into my face.  "Go in..." you murmur
between panting.  "Take'em down and go into me..."

   I unzip your jeans.  They cling fast for a second then you wriggle
your hips and send the pants down to around your bent knees.  I pull
them off all the way.  You step out of them and kick off your
sneakers.  Your hands clutch the back of my head and seek to immerse
my face in your saturated undergarments.  I could see through the
clinging, damp, once-pristine white panties your inviting swatch of
black fur.  In between my legs there is another twitch as some more
fluid spouts up trough the throbbing vein.

   Your lips are soaked and splayed tight against your underwear...I
could swear a little jet of steam bursts up as your dripping, pulsing
pit meets the cool air.  As I begin to rub my hands over your warm,
sweaty, silky hips, I let my fingers creep into the sides of your
panties.  You feel just a teasing tickle on your clenching cheeks and
on the burning rim of hair-line.  Your spot twitches and juices a bit
more as you gasp, like a searing spring slowly erupting up from your
insides.

   "Turn around..." I exhale.

   "Uh?" Half questioning, half groaning.

   "Face the tree - I want to suck you from behind".

   You grunt approval and do just that - turning to let the warm,
inviting curvature of your posterior face me.  The sweat and only
vaguest hint of your anus fills my nostrils - causing another
contraction in my heavy, beating limb and sack.  My hands press and
rub your sides and hips.  

   Fingers firmly massage your thighs and ass.  

   You press your chest forward, allowing your hot hills to be
scratched by the rough, ancient tree bark.  You push your back-end
out.  Now not only your milky thighs and ass fills my face - but the
slippery, pursing gap below your buttocks hangs just before my lips.  

   I allow my hands to knead and pull your butt some more and slip my
fingers into your panty's waist-line.

   Teasingly, you feel them slip down just an inch in the back, and my
tongue wiggle into the sweaty top of your anal crease.  I lick and
suck there, and I sense your hands rubbing your own thighs and front.

   Without warning I yank down your panties and jam my dripping,
lapping tongue into your salty, pulsing tunnel.  Deep inside you you
feel it go, ferociously tenderizing the walls of your insides with its
broad, wet, curling length.  My neck cranes in to let me reach every
inch inside: i gorge my lips on the saline juices now running freely
out along my face, and your thighs.

   "Hah! Ahhh!"  You howl with delight.  Your head is cast back and
you scrape your burning tits on the gnarled wood.  My hands begin to
finger and squeeze your butt's crack and cheeks.  You kick and twitch
as I lick your salty, hanging lips.  You feel my lips grip your
wetspot and pubic tightly - squeezing and sucking, as my tongue slides
in - flailing from side to side.  Waggling up and down.  Licking the
salty slime from your sides, top and depths.

   I sense your hands moving down to join me.  Your arms cross your
chest, squeezing your breasts to allow the protruding nipples to
scrape the bark some more.  Your fingers begin to twirl around the
inside, fighting with my slicked tongue for purchase in your slick
crack.  Your hips and back squirm and writhe motion amplifying the
warm, gnashing at your insides and fine scratchiness on your tits.  

   You scratch at your hair and push your lips.  Spreading your pink,
ripe meat open for me to tongue and kiss.  You shudder - feeling
filled as my lips and tongue press into your spread.  Your
salt-slicked fingers prod my mouth, beckoning me to suck them, and to
continue drilling my tongue in and out of you.

   "Hu.Uh...Hu.Uh" you groan, banging your sex back again and again
onto me.

   Your milky buttocks spreads as my hands pry it apart.  I continue
to grab the cheeks and probe the crack - even allowing just the tips
of my digits to poke your anal rim.  Just a bit of pressure comes in
steady waves - pressing the nerve bundle crowning your anus.

   Now you ride my tongue - thrusting back and driving it further and
further in.  You gorge your privates on the sensation of being filled
by the wriggling, twirling mass inside you.

   I twist my head to allow my mouth side-ways access - taking the
full length of both lips against my mouth.  My lips spread you.  My
tongue now reaches in from the side, its width filling and pressing
out on the walls.  I slide it in and out.  A content groan rumbles up
from you.  I turn and wedge my head between your crotch and the tree.
Then I let my body follow my head and am completely turned around to
eat your from under your front.  You shift your weight accordingly -
allowing your knees to rest on my shoulders, and my hands to grip your
hips.

   Now from the front I push my tongue up and down the exterior -
licking your lips and hair - sending tingling shocks up your spine -
making you twitch and thrust forward onto my face - shuddering.  You
arch over me and continue to slide your breasts on the tree-trunk: the
bumps and ridges scratching and tantalizing your burning nipples.

   "Oh!" You begin to grind.  "Oh!"

   As I reenter your now gaping, dripping hole your fingers dig and
lock onto your clit - rubbing and plucking at it.  I pull your fingers
away to send my tongue there - running it over the tiny flesh-bump,
using the tip to lick circles around your holiest pleasure-center.
You can feel just the tip of my tongue - wet and soft, twirling and
pounding your clit.  My hands come to fill up your dripping canal and
anal crack.

   My own sex is electric as I jam my hips up and down, thrusting my
cock onto unyielding fabric.  It seems longer, tauter, more eager than
nearly ever before.

   Your back arches and you throw your head up - your eyes flutter as
you begin to dig into my face and hair with your finger tips.  There
is no sound save a rumble deep within you.  But your whole-body
vibration tells me you are about to cum.  You gyrate, rubbing your
twat onto the bumps of my poking face in quick side-to-side jerks.
You smear me with your fluid.  Harshly rubbing your contracting hole
as you feel it sucked by my lips poked by of my nose, and prodded with
my tongue.  

   Then with one explosive jerk of your hips it happens.  The fleshy,
soft walls around my fingers tighten.  A tiny throb mounts in your
clit as your jam it forward onto my tongue.  A wash of slickness
gushes out as your sex pulses and reddens.  Your gyrations across my
visage escalate for a second - your crotch slipping easily on my
soaked face, intensifying the ecstatic waves wracking your form.

    "Ah..Ah..Uh...Uhu...AAHuuu...."  More juices coat me as my tongue
gives a final lash to your clit and you contract one last time.  Your
thrusts slow and your rocking comes to a stop.  I hear your ragged
breathing and pounding heart as you limply rest against the tree and
clutch my head.

    You slip down onto my lap.  Your head comes to rest on my
shoulder.  I caress your hair and kiss your cheek.  My other hand
still soothingly sliding over your posterior and into the wet-lands
between your thighs.

   Now I notice that your legs, boobs and ass are not only red from
the frenetic engagement, but that the chill is getting to them.  I
pull down your shirt and zip up your jacket.  You coil in around me -
absorbing the heat of my skin: nuzzling your face into my neck.  My
own heart still pounds...  My breaths are only beginning to regulate.
Still my erection aches and bulges, looking for some release.  But the
passion is turning to caresses, kisses and hugs.

   "C'mon...let's go...it's chilly out here...lets go somewhere
warm..."

   You smile and kiss me quickly.  "Okay".

   We stand.  I help you slide the panties back up around your waist.
My hands brush your saturated, warm privates and I again am reminded
of the lump of coal in my sweats.  I hold your pants while you walk
into them.  We are both coated with you - you at your thighs and me on
my face.  Once you had put the bra and shoes back on I lean over and
kiss you again.  Then we walk back to the car, hand in hand in
silence.






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