TwistedMedic's blog: "Gettin Naughty.... Old World Style"

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.