She's caught

A root caught Nicole's foot midstride, and she fell forward hard against a tree. Through luck or instinct she'd caught herself before smacking headlong into it, but the bark still stung her palms. Pulling round it, she'd gone to push on, when strong arms snaked around her waist.

"No no no! Let me go!" She screamed, thrashing with all her might, swinging her elbows and kicking her feet like a toddler.

"Nicole!" She heard Tom's voice from behind her, his tone firm and gentle like he was soothing a wild horse.

The arms grabbing her slackened long enough for Nicole to whip around, stumbling backwards into the tree she'd nearly slammed into, as she stared at who had grabbed her. It only took a moment for her eyes to adjust, they'd been getting used to the dark ever since she'd strayed off the path, and sure enough the figure before her was Tom.

"Crap, Tom. I never thought I'd be glad to see you," Nicole sighed. Without thinking she threw her arms around his trunk again, hugging him tight. The warmth of his bare chest against her cheek was comforting, and she could feel her own heartrate slow back towards normal as his strong arms embraced her.

"Oh my god, what was that?" She panted into his chest, trembling pathetically against him.

"I don't know," Tom replied, patting her gently on the back, "but I think it's gone now."

For an embarrassingly long while, Nicole just held on to him, squeezing him like a teddy bear as her ragged breathing gradually normalized. It was still dark there, but Nicole found the fear that had gripped her fading nearly as quickly as it had come on. Her worries soon changed from what she had seen, to who she was hugging. Gingerly, she broke the embrace, a blush in her cheeks as she took a half step back.

"Sorry," she muttered, her shoulder blades brushing against the wood behind her.

"Take a second Nicole, make sure you're doing okay," Tom said in the same comforting voice, still standing over her. She had taken a step back, but Tom hadn't, so now she found herself caught between his broad frame and a solid oak tree.

"I'm fine," she replied without eye contact. For some reason she felt awkward looking at Tom, so instead she busied herself with inspecting the little scrapes and scratches on her arms. Matt's coat had taken the worst of it. It had covered her well as she'd ran, but during her brief struggle it had fallen open to rest partway down her arms like an elegant shawl.

Before she could put the borrowed coat back on properly again, Tom's hands found her shoulders. They were so warm, and her shoulders so frigid, that the contact made her gasp. Now she had no choice but to look up at him.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked, genuine concern on his face as it hovered a few inches above her own. Maybe it was the emotion on his face she'd never seen before, or the angle at which he looked down at her, but Nicole suddenly realized why so many other girls called Tom handsome.

Looking into his eyes, she instantly felt not ok, but this time it wasn't fear that made her legs tremble.

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Like a bear, Tom crashed through the dark woods. His feet crushed sticks and branches beneath him, whilst his long legs shoved shrubs and bushes aside. The way he moved was like he was wading through water, but he made good distance from the path all the same. When he wrapped around a tall spruce, one hand dug into it's bark for leverage, his thundering steps were finally halted.

"Oh, Tom," A feminine voice had cried, "I'm so glad I found you!"

Tom was so frightened that he would have made to mindlessly carry on, if it weren't for the owner of that voice wrapping their arms around his waist. If only for the sake of not tripping over himself, he had been forced to stop.

A glance down revealed a blonde haired head, nuzzled into his solar plexus. It was Nicole, a fact that would have been apparent from the girl's height, even if Tom hadn't seen her hair color. In the process of nearly falling over her, Tom had placed his hands on her shoulders instinctively. Now that she was embracing him, he found those hands slipping around to hug her back in earnest.

"Jesus, Nicole," he sighed whilst still trying to catch his breath. "You scared the crap outta me." He tried to sound tough, but in truth, he'd never been so glad to see a pain in his ass.

"I'm sorry Tom, I was just so scared," the little lady whined, burying her face against his torso. For a while, he just hugged her back, until he realized she could probably feel his embarrassingly racing heart against her cheek.

"You're alright," he patted her head whilst trying to disengage from the hug. "Whatever that was, it's gone now." He didn't know what he was basing that on, other than the fact that he wanted to believe it. Despite loosening his grip on Nicole, she still clung to him tightly. "You can let go now, if you want."

Nicole just squeezed him a little tighter, before glancing up to meet his gaze with her baby blue eyes. "Sorry, you're just so hot, I mean, so warm," she giggled, a blush creeping into her cheeks as her hands traced around and around his bare lower back. Tom had never seen this side of Nicole before, but he certainly wasn't complaining. Instead, he just smiled and hugged her again, one testing hand sliding over her green dress and down her back towards the curve of her ass.

"Gosh, and so strong too," she gasped from within his arms. Still holding to him tightly, she stepped one foot between his, so that her thigh pushed up against his groin. The face and the growing blush was still like the innocent Nicole he knew, but the way she was acting was more like Sarah.

Looking at the little cutie, blushing whilst grinding herself against him, Tom felt his body have another, much more pleasant, involuntary reaction. Unlike his fear, this one he didn't try to hide from her. The tiny tease deserved to know just what effect she was having on him, and exactly what trouble she was getting herself in to.

If the, presumably, virgin Nicole was intimidated by the considerable size of Tom's growing erection pushing against her, she didn't show it. The way her eyes flared wider at just the touch against her leg, looked more like excitement.

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"Wh-why are you looking at me like that?" Nicole stuttered, her tongue struggling to form the words as Tom continued to stare down at her.

He blushed, and smiled, but didn't look away. "Sorry, I've just never noticed how blue your eyes are before."

Nicole didn't know if her eyes were any bluer than usual, but she knew her cheeks just became extra pink. This wasn't like Tom. She thought that maybe he'd hit his head as he'd been running away. Instinctively, she went to check the dilation of his pupils, but then she realized that from his point of view she was just staring deeply into the eyes of a guy who'd just flirted with her.

"Oh, I, er . . . th-thank you," she muttered. The space between Tom and the tree felt even smaller now, so that even the slightest movement would see her pushed up against one of them. Blushing even harder , she tried to look for a way out, but between Tom's solid frame and the trees thick bark, she felt like she had nowhere to go.

Her desperate search for escape was interrupted by Tom's hand catching her chin, one finger on her jawline whilst his thumb nearly brushed against her lips. Now Nicole had no choice but to look at him again, her eyes widening, her mouth falling open in shock. Tom seemed to be inspecting her face, with the same delicate precision one would use to appraise a gem. The words to object floundered in Nicole's throat, and before she could recollect herself, Tom spoke.

"God," he murmured, "you're the prettiest girl I've seen all night."

It was the simplest, most straightforward flattery Nicole had ever been subjected to, but Tom growled the words with such sincerity that she almost believed him.

"Really?" She asked, before immediately regretting opening her mouth. She'd intended to sound doubtful or derisive, but instead she'd practically giggled the word.

That emboldened Tom so much that he didn't even bother with words. Rather, he began to lean down, closing the already small gap between his face and hers. Nicole's shamefully aroused brain barely had time to realize he was about to kiss her, and when it did all it could think to do was close her eyes and pucker up.

She didn't even object when his tongue slipped in to her mouth.

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"Feel something you like?" Tom asked, pushing his hips forward. He already knew the answer. Nicole had been practically dry humping his cock through his jeans for the past few seconds.

"Mmhmm," Nicole dropped all pretence and put one delicate hand on his inner thigh. "I hope it's not just a part of your Halloween costume."

"How about I show you so you can see for yourself?" With practiced speed he undid his belt buckle and the top button of his jeans, before Nicole spoke again.

"Wait!" She said and, to Tom's credit, he stopped. If he had any concerns about her getting cold feet, they were quickly quashed when she grinned naughtily up at him. "I wanna do it."

Without another word, he took his hands away from his belt and held them open at his sides, giving Nicole free reign. She giddily accepted. Her teeth nibbled her lower lip in anticipation as she yanked down his zipper. Next she pushed a hand into his boxes, her fingers heedlessly pushing through his rough-cut pubes to the thick base of his cock.

Nicole's exploration didn't stop there. Her searching fingers continued on down his shaft, until she was practically climbing into his underwear to feel every inch of his long dick. The smile on her face widened as her fingertips kept finding more cock, all the way to Tom's swollen tip. Precum smeared over her digits before she pulled them back, popping them out of Tom's boxers and slipping them into her mouth instead.

With half-lidded eyes she sucked them clean, a low moan of satisfaction reverberating from her throat as she drank up every drop. Tom couldn't help but grin as he watched Nicole run her tongue over her fingers just for a taste of his precum. He'd always suspected the prim and proper Nicole would be a freak, but he never would have guessed she'd be this bad. Tonight was going to be even more fun than he'd thought.

Once Nicole was satisfied with her fingers, her eyes refocused enough to meet Tom's again. If she was embarrassed about how she'd acted, she didn't show it, not even blushing now as she met his gaze. She was so unashamed that Tom almost felt flustered.

"You like that?" He asked, so in awe of her that he defaulted to his standard dirty talk.

"Yeah," she nodded, "I want another taste." Before Tom could even say anything else, she was already halfway to her knees, in the leaves and the dirt in front of him. "From the source this time."

It wasn't a question, and she wasn't waiting for an answer. Her hands went to his waist again, but rather than reaching inside the waistband of his underwear, they skipped up to his unbuttoned jeans. First, she yanked them further down, opening up some space for her to work with, before she turned her attention back to his boxers.

Tom stood back with his hands on his hips, waiting for Nicole to ease his boxers down in disbelief like so many other sluts before her. Once again, she surprised him. With unexpected vigour, she yanked his underwear down halfway to his knees. With a single throb, his rock hard erection swung up to stand away from his body.

"Wow," Nicole licked her lips, "now that is a surprise."

"I knew you liked big dicks," Tom laughed. Nicole's weird behaviour was keeping him on his toes, but the look in her eyes as she stared at his thick cock was very familiar to him. She looked hungry, and he had just what it took to satisfy her.

"What girl wouldn't like this?" She giggled, "more for me to play with."

To prove just how much she liked it, she raised it up with both hands, laid her tongue at the bottom of it's underside, and slowly licked all the way to the tip, her eyes smiling up at Tom all the while. More precum had already formed at the tip like a drop of dew when she got there, and she greedily lapped it up, purring like a cat with cream. Once that was gone, she set to work pumping out more. Both her slender hands worked his girthy shaft, as her lips wrapped around his big helmet, and her tongue flicked playfully around it.

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Nicole didn't know when it happened, but she realized that at some point Tom's hands had slipped from her shoulders, down her lithe back, and to the tattered hem of her little green dress. Strong hands held both her ass cheeks, pulling her even more against her unplanned partner. He kneaded her butt like a baker, and she felt her brain turning to soft dough.

"What am I doing?" She thought, half-heartedly trying to scandalize herself in to action, but it didn't work. Tom's tongue was too skilled, his hands were too possessive, his body too hot against hers. She couldn't resist him now, anymore than she could have toppled the tree behind her.

To say she was just a passive participant, an observer as Tom acted independently on her body, would have been a lie anyway. Not only did she kiss him back, her own hands were busy too, pawing at his firm pecs. From an outsider perspective it might have looked like she was trying to push him away, but the reality was that she was enjoying the feeling of his chest muscles tensing under her fingers.

Whilst her fingers traced up and down Tom's torso, his digits began to creep around her thigh. Just like before, when they had sneaked down to her ass, Nicole barely noticed. The feather touch of fingers easing around her leg, was nothing compared to the dominant squeezing of her ass from his other hand.

The sudden cupping of her pussy by Tom's palm, however, did seize her attention.

"Oh crap," she gasped, breaking the kiss in shock. That was all she had a chance to say before Tom recaptured her lips, reducing her verbalizations back to pathetically needy moans. While her upper lips were occupied, her lower lips were subjected to continued groping. Two fingers massaged her folds over her underwear, whilst the heel of Tom's hand bumped repeatedly against her clit.

Only now that it was being touched, did Nicole realize just how wet her pussy had gotten. Her panties were soaked through, clinging tightly to her little mound. Every cold breeze was amplified through the wet material to her sensitive pussy like a lightning bolt, and that made her gasp nearly as much as Tom's exploratory fingers.

Nicole knew what was coming next, but when it finally happened, she squealed in surprise anyway. The wet and flimsy material of her panties was shoved aside, her most precious part exposed, and her virgin hole violated by the tips of Tom's fingers. Rather than slamming up into her like she'd expected (and perhaps secretly wanted), he instead pulled his fingers through her lips like swiping a credit card.

Nicole's hips chased his hand until it unexpectedly pulled away entirely. Confused, her eyes had opened again, only to see Tom pull back. She would have moved to follow him without thinking, if it wasn't for his hand that had been on her ass now firmly, but gently, holding her to the tree by her neck.

Before her eyes, she watched Tom raise the hand that had been toying with her pussy, up to his face. Even in the dark, she could see her translucent grool coating his fingers, joining them together like strands of silk. Now that she wasn't being kissed or pleasured, Nicole was able to string a couple of coherent thoughts together.

"When did my cheeks get so hot?"
"Has my heart been pounding like this the whole time?"
"Why is he looking at my. . . juices like that?"

She didn't vocalize any of those questions, but the last one was soon answered anyway. Tom opened his mouth and thoroughly, shamelessly, slowly, licked all of her moisture from his hand. His eyes were closed and Nicole could even hear him murmur in pleasure, like he was taking a first bite of a five star meal.
It was weird.
It was gross.
It was one of the hottest things Nicole had ever seen.
Watching it made her heart go into overdive in her chest, pumping so much hot blood to her face she was surprised her cheeks didn't glow in the dark.

Once he had licked and drank his fill, Tom turned his hazel eyes to Nicole again, a predators eyes on poor little Tinkerbell. Pressed up against a tree, Nicole had never felt hornier or more like a piece of meat.

"Mmmh," Tom growled once more, "you taste good."

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With eyes full of contentment, Nicole suckled on the head of Tom's cock.
And nothing else.

A spell seemed to have fallen over her once she wrapped her lips around his member, and now she was almost frozen, happy to simply lap at his trickling precum like hummingbird drinking sap. The sight of a girl enjoying his "taste" so much was hot, Tom had to admit, but he kind of expected more out of a blowjob.

"Uh, I know this is probably your first time sucking cock," he said, "but there's usually more moving involved."

His words seemed to knock Nicole loose, and her blue eyes blinked like she suddenly realized the rest of Tom was there. She gave his cock one final suck before pulling her little mouth off of it.

"Oh, right, obviously" she giggled, his dick still so close to her mouth that her hot breath tickled it. "Sorry, you just tasted sooo good."

Tom barely had time to appreciate the boon to his ego before Nicole got to work rectifying her mistake. First she brought her mouth to his balls, apologizing for the lack of attention she'd given them with a dozen sloppy smooches, until they were peachy with her lipstick and shiny with spit. Next, she moved her focus up to his cock again, directing her energy at his shaft rather than the tasty helmet she'd already sucked. The warm cushion of her tongue glided along the underside of his cock in long, slow strokes, painting it with drool just like she'd done to his balls. Every inch of his meat was visited by her mouth, either pasted by her tongue or slathered by her pouty lips as she dragged them along it's length.

Only once Tom's cock was slick and twitching in Nicole's tiny hands, threatening to buck out of her grip like an animal, did she allow her lips to return to the cockhead that they'd so enjoyed sucking. Absence had evidently made her heart grow fonder, as her pretty pillows engulfed his tip with even more enthusiasm. This time, rather than stopping at just the tip she went further, bobbing her head up and down the first four inches of his dick. Sucking his cock once again, Nicole looked up, locked eyes with Tom, smirked around his shaft, and got to work.

Corkscrew grip, stroking with both hands, twirling tongue, vacuum tight lips, Nicole did it all, and she even moaned like she was loving it. If she was actually a first time cocksucker, then she was a prodigy. Much more likely was that she had done this before, a LOT. "Nerdy Nicole, a secret slut," Tom thought, as he watched her worship his dick down on her knees. "I'll have to get her number after this. No way she'll say no to me fucking her brains out after this."

Tom's thoughts of using Nicole's other wet and drippy hole were interrupted when she broke away from his cock to mumble something. The first half of the sentence was lost on him, but he caught the sound of two of the sweetest words in the English language. ". . . Come inside?"

"Of course babe," he laughed.

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Once Tom's fingers were clean, he immediately set about getting them dirty again. This time he didn't just tease her hole, he invaded it. All the way to the knuckle, he pushed his way in, before drawing back just as quickly and doing the same again. The rough pumping made Nicole's eyes cross, and she would have screamed with ecstasy, if Tom hadn't kissed her again. His lips corked her moaning, rendering her mostly silent as she experienced the greatest pleasure of her life. The tangle of his tongue against hers gave her something else to think about, but his fingers moving inside her pussy still pushed shameless reverberations of pleasure through her throat.

Nicole was still trying to think straight when Tom broke the kiss, resting his forehead on hers as two fingers continued to glide in and out of her pussy. That simplified her thought process to two options; kiss him again, or just moan in pleasure. She settled on the latter, leaning back against the tree as Toms fingers tickled the newfound depths of her insides. Tom's fingers slammed back and forth like pistons, without a care for her innocence or virginity. The only thing that held him back was her flimsy panties, that occasionally caught against his moving hand.

The underwear only minorly snagged his knuckles as he pleasured her, but even that minor impediment was too much for Tom. With a twist of his hand, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy, wrapped them up in her underwear, and yanked it away from her. There was a quiet pop as the flimsy silk gave way, a sound drowned out by Nicole's own little stunned gasp. She should have been annoyed about her property, those panties hadn't been cheap. But all she could think about was how hot it was to have them ripped off her body.

When Tom drew his hand away from between her legs again, she would have begged him to put it back, if she could marshal her thoughts enough to form words. She simply panted lustily instead, her unfocused blue eyes simply watching as he raised his hand before them. The sopping material of her panties hung limply from his fingers like a flag caught in a rainstorm. At first she thought he'd raised them up just to show them off or to tuck them into his pocket, a trophy to prove just how horny the normally chaste Nicole had become, but Tom had other ideas.

His hand went past his pocket, past Nicole's face, and straight to his mouth. The fabric met his tongue without hesitation, and his fingers pushed her wet underwear past his lips like they were just a final bite of food. Just like when he'd licked her off his fingers, Tom grunted in satisfaction again, only the sound was redoubled in intensity. Like a cow chewing cud, he turned the panties over in his mouth, even as his now empty hand went back to mindlessly cup her pussy.

"You're such a freak," Nicole laughed, trying her hardest to sound weirded out by the display, even as her hips ground back and forth against his hand.

Grabbing them by the hem that still lay outside his lips, Tom drew the panties from his mouth, a trail of drool or grool connecting them to his tongue for a moment. "It's not my fault you taste so good," he scoffed, "here, try it." As if he was sharing a treat he offered Nicole's own soaked underwear towards her face and, to Nicole's surprise, she found her mouth opening in welcome. Willingly, she allowed Tom to gag her with her own used underwear, her lips briefly closing around his fingers as he pushed them between her teeth.

For a brief moment, she tasted the fabric, and the soap she used, then her own slightly salty taste, and another flavour that must have come from Tom. Before she had a chance to explore every facet of what her tongue found, Tom replaced his fingers with his tongue, deeply kissing her again. Their tongues tangled over and around and through her worn panties, the tastes mixing together with Tom's hot saliva to make her moan. When Tom broke the kiss, Nicole still held on to her own underwear, clutching them between her parted lips with her teeth.

Tom smirked at the sight, caressing the hand at her throat up her neck to stroke her cheek, before placing it atop her blonde haired head. "Good girl," he muttered, before patting her again.

In an instant, the panties fell from her lips in a damp tangle. Nicole grabbed Tom's raised forearm with both hands. Things had been going so well. So so so so so well. Nicole hated having to ruin it, but even on the precipice of orgasm, she had to stand on her principles.

"I warned you", she said. Tom cocked his head in confusion. "Don't. Pat. My. Head." Just like before, Nicole bent back the joint in Tom's wrist, but rather than hissing in pain, his jaw fell open. An empty, gaping, black maw was revealed within, and a squeal like nails on a chalkboard issued forth.

Nicole's hands instinctively went to cover her ears, her elbows slamming into Tom's chest in the process. As he stumbled backward, Nicole ran again.

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Tom had been halfway down Nicole's throat, enjoying the way happy tears welled up in her eyes, when he heard something inhuman from his right. He whipped his head to look and Nicole did the same, his thick cock popping free form her lips to land wetly on her cheek. Before he could ask what the fuck that was, or reintroduce his cock to Nicole's loving mouth, there came the sound of something crashing through the trees.

The same fear from when he'd stood face to face with whatever that thing was on the path began to grip him again. The crashing got louder and louder, but he could still barely hear it over his racing heart. The sound grew nearer, he could see trees and bushes rustle in the dark. He thought of running, but whatever it was seemed to close now. He could barely bring himself to look when the source of the noise crashed through a final layer of trees.

It was Nicole. "Come on!" She shouted, grabbing him and hauling him away from her duplicate.

"Hey, what the fuck?" The Nicole on her knees yelled, Tom's cock bouncing off her nose as he was yanked away from her. If the Nicole that came running through the trees was shocked to see herself, or Tom's bare cock, she didn't show it. She just tugged him along with such insistence that Tom didn't even think to disagree. The rumbling through the trees of something else approaching only spurred him on to go quicker.

The new Nicole dragged him quickly up a hill, before letting go of him to scramble up the slope herself. With his longer legs, he easily overtook her, scaling to the top in seconds before realising that he was back on the path they'd ran form in the first place. In the dark it had felt like he'd run miles, but it could only ever have been a couple hundred feet. Glancing down again, he saw more foliage thrashing at the bottom of the hill, beaten by some unseen pursuer, and above that he could see two Nicole's.

Tom couldn't tell which was which. Even if he could, he had no idea which one to trust, or if he could even trust anything he was seeing tonight. The two of them scrambled up the incline as he tried to think of something, but all he could think of was kicking one Nicole down the hill again. If he knew who was the double then that might have been a good idea, but he couldn't risk shoving away the real Nicole and abandoning her to whatever was coming.

Instead, he made the possibly stupid, but infinitely braver choice. "Grab my hand!" He reached down to them both, and they both instantly accepted. With a grunt, he hauled them both up to the path, before promptly turning his back on them before the sight of two Nicole's could fuck with his head any more than it already had. The way he was facing was back towards Sarah's house. He'd saved Nicole(s) from whatever was climbing the hill, now they'd both just have to follow him back.

Whatever came next, it could be decided behind four walls and a locked door.