Feldare Tales: My Buddy Max
Max looked at him again. "Bullshit." She said. "You're making that shit up to make me feel better, not that I don't appre..." She stopped when Sammel grabbed her wrist in the darkness and put her hand on his stiff manhood.
"That feel like bullshit?" He asked her. Max tried feebly to pull her hand away, but she did not try very hard, in actuality. She liked the feel of hard cock in her hand, even through trousers. After the one weak attempt to pull away, she wrapped her thick fingers around it.
Max said, rather breathily. "I suppose it doesn't." She said. She squeezed a little with that hand and Sammel groaned.
"Okay, Max, unless you plan on doing something with that, I'd advise letting it go." Sammel said, his voice rather strained, too. "Does it feel too thin to you now?" He asked, grinning.
She squeezed it again. "No, it feels about right." She said, then let it go, though she really did not want to. As her hand left it, she felt something moist on the cloth, where the head had been.
Sammel sounded somewhat forlorn when he said. "I'm going to go for a bit of a walk. I'll be right back." He got up and crawled out of the tent. Max peered out as the lad went about twenty paces into the dark wood, not that it bothered Max's eyes at all. He pulled his organ from his pants and started stroking it. Max watched a moment, then laid back down, tears welling in her eyes.
A few minutes later the lad came back in and sounded a lot more normal. "Nature calling." He muttered.
"Yeah." Max replied. "Nature called ya to yank yer willie." He voice had a trace of hurt in it.
"What are you upset about?" He asked. "You said you weren't interested in me. I figured it would be nice of me to go outside and not just lay beside you pulling on my stem."
She looked at him. "I had the damn thing in my hand." She said. "If you had said something, I could have done it for ya, then we would have both had a better night, huh?"
"Y...you really wanted to?" Sammel asked.
She sighed. "Yes." She replied. "I really wanted to. Damn, man, you think dwarves are carven of stone?" She asked. "You put my hand on your cockstem and didn't expect it to bother me in the least? Hell, it was the first one of them I've ever held."
"It was?" He asked. "No other dwarven lads or nothing?"
She shook her head in the dark, then said. "Not a one. Yours is the first I've ever felt, was the first I ever saw, too. Though it wasn't hard then."
Sammel grinned at her. "Want to see it hard?"
Max thought a moment, then finally muttered. "Sure."
The lad unbuckled his belt and took his trousers off in the dark tent. Max could see his soft cock there in the dark. "It's not hard." Max said. "You've just jerked it."
"That's where you come in." Sammel said. "Take off your shirt."
She looked at him. "My boobs?" She asked.
"Hell yeah." The lad said, the excitement in his voice actually aroused her a bit, too. He really wanted to see them, or feel them, since humans were effectively blind at night.
She slowly unbuttoned her shirt then opened it to his nearly blind gaze. He gasped, then reached out a tentative hand to one. She watched as he touched it, wrapping his long slim finger around the globe of flesh. Her nipples hardened at the contact, and she felt other sensations other places.
Sammel had always thought Max a little fat, but it was not nearly so. Her belly was textured like a good washboard, with corded muscles and ridges that would be the envy of most men. "Damn, Max." He whispered. "You've got a really tight body."
Max said. "Thanks." Her voice was rather odd sounding, like something was caught in her throat.
Sammel grinned in the dark at her. "Take a look at it now." He said.
Her eyes drifted down to his swollen member, and her hand followed. Gripping it gently and squeezing. The lad moaned and pushed his hips toward her a little bit. "You want to pull it a bit?" He asked, his voice full of invitation.
She smiled. "Sure." She said, and began to gently move her hand up and down the shaft. It was softer than she had thought, the skin, anyway. The lad groaned as she started to move her hand back up toward the thick head. His hand, however was still kneading her solid-feeling breast. Max was growing alarmingly turned on at this point, and did something she felt sure would put an end to this play. She kissed him.
However, instead of reacting negatively to her kiss, he reacted violently. He grabbed her hair, holding her in place while he smashed his soft lips against her own. She felt his tongue slither into her mouth, and tried to stop it at first, then sucked it, when she realized she liked it there.
Her hand kept stroking his cock, and she kept the pace even and steady through out the passionate kiss. One thing dwarves do well is keep an even hammer beat.
As they kissed, she felt his grip tighten on her chest, almost to the point of pain, but not quite, and he grunted into her mouth. She felt his manhood jerk in her grip, then felt warm liquid on the back of her fingers. She broke the kiss and looked down at his seed, dripping from her fingers onto the ground beneath his body. He had turned to face her, and thereby avoided quite a mess.
She kissed him again, still stroking his cock as it started to soften in her hand. She felt the last of his seed spill over her fingers and onto the ground, then stopped. They were both breathing hard, and she was surprised how fun that had been. Her own privates were soaked now, and she was sure he could smell the scent of her excitement. She wiped the semen still on her fingers onto her blanket, then looked at him, his hand slipped from her breast and he watched her carefully.
Finally, he broke the silence. "Wow, that was nice." He said.
She nodded. "Aye, not at all what I expected." She said, and looked down at his flaccid organ.
He took her hand and pulled as he started to crawl out of the tent. "Come on." He said, his voice insistent without being commanding.
She followed. "Where are we going?" She asked.
"Swimming, you still need a bath, and your reason for not doing it is gone." He said.
She hesitated a moment, then started going along willingly. He was right, of course. The main reason had been fear that he would discover her being a her. But that threat was now gone, and she did not need to hide it any more. They got to the little lake a minute later, and he shucked off his clothes. She never had buttoned her shirt, so it came right off. She hesitated with her pants, then decided to do it. Her pants came down and she watched his reaction. He looked at her thick patch of pubic hair, and the two fleshy lips beneath, and stared for a moment.
She smiled when his organ started to swell again, then walked up to him, pressing her nude and extremely muscular body to his well-built, but not nearly as tones one. She felt his organ still swelling against her belly, and pressed her tight breasts to his lower chest. He grabbed her head again and kissed her, taking her tongue this time and suckling on it. She took his hand again, and they went into the water a second time.
As they swam about, occasionally stopping to kiss, or grope one another, he reached between her short, muscular legs. She opened them for him, and felt his fingers rub her labia, then over her erect little clitoris. She moaned softly as he did this, then she groaned deeply as he skipped one slim finger into her. Well, she had meant to clean there anyway, did she not.
Standing in the water, he pulled her to him, pulling his finger from her slit. She felt his hands move down her strong back and onto her ass. He said. "Your ass is like two round stones, by the One, you're tighter than a bowstring."
She smiled at the unknowingly dwarvish compliment he had just paid her, and grabbed his rather softer bottom. "Yours isn't so bad, either, laddie." She said, kissing his neck. Her whiskers tickled his shoulder and chin, but he ignored it. She was beginning to respond like a girl, and more so than he was used to.
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