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Thunderstorm

By: anna_



my hands were tied and clipped to the head of the bed, wrists crossed. Pupils wide and dilated in my passion, my face pale with a scattering of freckles across my nose, but it was my eyes that kept Her riveted to my face. Sterling silver clamps with diamond flakes that kept expanding and pulsing when i orgasmed for Her.

Earlier in the evening, when the first crack of close thunder boomed through the house, i had risen and with nervous energy, padding back and forth through the house. She had watched me from the corner of Her eye as i fretted quietly and paced through different rooms. She knew my fear of storms and this was going to be a big one. The oil lamps were ready, candles, flashlights, the usual preparations for a short-term power outage.

She sat between my bent knees, a pillow between Her and the spreader bar that held me in place for Her. my hips slowly rocking against Her hand, Her eyes moved up my body, over the flat firm belly, up to my breasts where the lamp light caught and danced off the steel in my nipples. Remembering when i had my nipples pierced and the vision of it, She sighed in pleasure as She kept Her upward journey with Her eyes to my soft mouth and the whimpers coming from them. Suddenly hungry for more, She worked Her hand harder, and was rewarded with a growl of pleasure and a whisper of , "Please Mistress...please, more." She knew She'd have to do something about this fear of mine, it seemed that it got worse with every storm. There had to be a way to make me face my fear and learn to deal with the noise and flashes of light. Feeling me jump, before actually seeing it, as a flash of light filled the room and it reflected in the roundness of my eyes and the strangled gasp i made.

Watching my energy building, waiting for me to start snapping at anything that moved She decided to try to control the fear before it got out of hand. i glared at Her when She ordered me to the bed, but didn't argue. Smiling to Herself, knowing i was cursing Her entire ancestry in my mind for daring to sidetrack me from my panic. She bound my wrists, tied me to the headboard and grinned at the "i refuse to take pleasure from this" look in my eyes. She placed the spreader bar at my feet and clipped my ankle cuffs to it. She placed a pillow on top of it for Her own comfort and proceeded to distract the proud woman She lovingly called slave from my fear of the storm.

"Orgasm for me pet" She whispered to me and watched with satisfaction as my body obeyed Her despite what my mind had proclaimed earlier about taking joy from this. Her murmurs of pleasure were growing louder as was the storm and She knew it was almost time. She leaned over my body and kissed my lips, cheek, and working Her hand harder, pushing me over the edge again, whispered, "Float for Me My love". With a harsh ragged cry i relaxed against the bed, and my breathing changed...i sighed in soft feminine whimpers as i went to my first deep level of darker pleasure.

She unclipped my hands from the headboard, my ankles from the spreader bar and very gently lifted me. i began to stir in Her arms and She took me under again with Her quiet command..."Give it to me, pet, feel it for me...let go", i slipped back to the quiet sighing and She carefully carried my limp body out of the bedroom. She felt Her confidence grow as She opened the back door and stepped into their back yard. i stirred again as the warm summer rain caressed my skin and began to writhe in Her arms. She held me tight and shushed me as the sky lit up and the thunder boomed. She counted to Herself and startling me She cried out, "NOW, give it to me NOW!" 

i orgasmed as the thunder rolled over them, waves or power under Her feet and in Her arms. Lightning flashed again and i clutched at Her in fear, the combination of fear and passion in my face driving Her harder. She crooned close to my face, shielding my eyes from the rain.."Yes, pet, I'm here, you can do this for me, you can...NOW, again, NOW!" And as the air lit across the sky and the thunder boomed right overhead i undulated in Her arms, Her bound treasure trusting Her to care for me.

As the storm eased past, She took me inside and unbound me and bathed me. Her face a calm mask of peace, as i watched Her with sleepy tired eyes. "Mistress?" Quietly i called to Her, and She leaned close and kissed my cheek, "Yes, pet?" "Thank You."

She helped me to bed and snuggling, noticed i was no longer shaking as the thunder boomed in the distance. my body wasn't jerking against Her as my fear rattled me even in my sleep. She went to sleep smiling, wondering if i would ever face the storms with the same fears again.

Thunderstorm



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John was outside when the storm hit. He was in the back part of the property when the lightning started. He was mending a fence at when he first heard the thunder. He looked up and saw the darkened sky when a flash of lightning illuminated the area he was in. The accompanying thunder jolted him. Heavy raindrops began pelting him and he looked up to see a few of them splash onto his face and glasses. "Damn" he thought, "rain again. I really need to get this done." 

He worked through the rain, letting his back get wet as he worked on the fencing. Rain dripped from his hat and onto his face, dripping down to his chin and then off to the ground. 

Alison looked out and saw the rain coming down hard, knowing that John was out within the storm working. She also wondered if she should expect the typical thunderstorm attitude he got in the summers. She ran up to the shower and washed off a few layers of summer heat from herself, just in case. 

John finished the last section of fence. He was soaked now. Water dripped from all parts of his body as he mounted the quad and prepared to drive back to the house. All the tools were in the trailer and he began the trip back. Through the stream, into the muddy section and finally up the back road to the house, he finally ended up in the garage, parking the quad and leaving the tools for later. He slogged into the mud room and starting stripping. His shirt, boots, and pants - all of it came off until he was down to his underwear. A towel over his shoulders and he walked his way over to the downstairs shower, jumping in for a rinse. He rinsed his long hair and washed off all the mud and dirt from his body, refreshing himself from the summer rain. 

A towel around his waist, he walked upstairs to the bedroom for some fresh clothes. Alison was upstairs in the bedroom already, having dried off from her shower as well. Hearing his feet on the stairwell, she quickly ran over to the bed and lay down on it, picking up a book pretending to have been reading. He entered the bedroom seeing her lying on the bed, on her stomach and reading a book. She was dressed in the violet merry widow and matching panties that she'd picked up a month ago. She even topped it off with some stockings as well. 

He smiled as he saw here, knowing that she had anticipated his mood. The rain had dripped over his face, down his arms, which, for some reason, turned him on. He even noticed that he had a suitable erection as he drove back from the back section of the property. It was then that he decided that he was going to fuck her when he got back. 

His cock again swelled pushing the towel out from his body. He let loose the 

impediment to his erection and stood in the doorway smiling at her. 

"Got a little wet out there?" she asked him. 

"A bit, get a little wet in here?" he replied with a smirk. 

"Yeah, a bit" she smiled back at him, welcoming him to the bed as he crawled onto the bed and kissed her. His large hands reached down to her bottom and grasped both her cheeks tightly, squeezing her to his named body. His mouth tended to her neck, kissing and caressing it with his mouth and tongue. He wandered down to the top of her breasts and kissed there as well. His hands grabbed tightly at her bottom, squeezing her ass cheeks almost painfully, causing her to gasp audibly. He smiled at her reaction. He knew that she would take him just from her response. Alison reached her hands down to her panties, stripping them off and throwing them teasingly as his face. He inhaled, knowing that she had only just put them on, as they still smelled clean from the washer. Slightly disappointed 

by that fact, always loving her scent in his nostrils, he still continued his attentions to her. His hand pulled down one of the cups of the merry widow, exposing her large and erect nipple to the attentions of his tongue. He licked it rapidly and lightly causing her to inhale at the attention. He grabbed her bottom with one hand and her torso with the other and pulled her up onto his body. He moved her over his erect cock and she moaned as his cock head caressed her outer lips. He grabbed his hips and pulled her down quickly onto his cock. She didn't resist as his cock quickly filled her. They both moaned as the cock filled her 

deeply. Her tongue found his as the coupled and fucked each other savagely. She rose up and down on his cock closing her eyes and sat up to ride him even harder. 

John thrust up into her as she slid down onto her. His cock thrust into her cervix, causing her to cry out momentarily each time he hit there. Alison's hand moved down to her pussy where she found her clitoris and started rubbing it. She closed her eyes tight as her finger strummed her clit and the cock slid deep into her. She rose and fell upon the cock, as it thrust deep into her. She quickly rose to her peak, now moaning deeply with her eyes shut tight. "Oh.... Ohhhhhh.... Oooohhhhhhhhhh........ " She moaned louder now, thankful that their 100 acres kept the neighbors far away from hearing their savage fuck. She reached back to his thigh with her free hand while she continued to stroke herself with the other. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, the walls of her pussy clamping down tightly on his rigid cock. She cried out loud, screaming his name as he smiled up at her. He loved to watch her cum. 

She slowed her ride as the orgasm in her subsided. She finally opened her eyes and laughed at him as she saw him smile up at her. She knew how he loved to watch her cum and she certainly had a wonderful one this time. 

He patted her on the side of her ass, indicating that he wanted to change position. "Stay right like that," he said as he crawled out from under her. He got up behind her and looked down. Her merry widow looked delicate as he looked down at her back and the straps of the garter belt framed her ass beautifully. He was reassured by this image what he needed. 

He kneeled behind her as she moved to her hands and knees. She knew exactly what he wanted and braced herself for what was to come. She shuffled back a little bit to remove her head from the headboard; she always hated how her mead inevitably struck the headboard when he fucked her from behind. 

His cock still slick with her wetness, he easily slid deep into her pussy again. He thrust deep, penetrating deep into her and groaning an animal like growl as he penetrated her. He grasped her hips with his hands and starting fucking her quickly. His cock sliding in and out while his arms pulled her into him. It was rare for him to fuck her this savagely, but summer seemed to bring this out in him, something about the summer storms is what brought it on. She grasped the headboard to hold on while he pistoned in and out of her. 

She realized that an orgasm had sneaked up on her and was quickly being put over the edge. She held on while his cock touched her deeply inside. She breathed in and out deeply, preparing herself for the explosion within her. This one was deeper. The previous orgasm was near the outside, this one deep deep into her. She held on while John continued his deep fucking. He was amazing when there was one of these storm related fuckings. He could go on forever if he wanted to. It was just something he did when the storms came. 

Her orgasm flowed over her, from her toes to her fingertips she shook. She yelped as the orgasm overcame her and his cock slid deep into her. She cried out again, this time in a high-pitched squeal. She erupted and her juices dripped out of her onto the bed sheets. That's what he was waiting for. This was the time to do it. 

He slipped out of her as she came down from the orgasm and ran his thumb into her pussy to lubricate it and then slid it up to her other opening. She knew exactly what was going on. "Please John, not that. No. Not now." She always protested when he fucked her ass as she never really wanted it to start, but once he started taking her, she always enjoyed the feelings of him rooting deep into her bottom. 

"My dear, I don't really give a damn what you want, cause I'm about to fuck your ass whether you like it or not." His thumb pushed deep into her rectum now and she knew that there was no stopping him. Her bottom wet and slightly open now, he slipped his cock deep into her vagina one last time and then pulled out. While this was a bit predictable, he always did this before he took her up the ass, it was still thrilling. His cock touched to the bottom of her ass now, practically dripping with her own juices. He slipped in the head now, they both groaned as his cock spread her open. While only average in length, he was notably thick in his size and she felt it every time he took her up the ass. 

She cried out slightly as he penetrated her deeper. He took his time, but he kept thrusting deeper. Her sphincter spread open, accepting this intruder that hadn't been within her for over a month. Soon he was all the way into her. They both sighed as his balls finally touched up to her pussy lips and she knew he was all the way in. While he had taken her this way several times, it wasn't that often that it happened. 

"You okay?" he asked her as his two hands touched to the side of her thighs. 

"Yeah, do it. Please.... Do me now..." she replied lustily. 

He didn't wait anymore. Grabbing onto her hips, he began to fuck her now. He slid in and out of her, his cock spreading her ass open and loosening her up. She felt his cock fill her and she squirmed at the slight pain in prying her ass open. A tear streamed down her cheek as his cock shoved deep into her and touched her deep inside. He grunted as his cock slid in and out. He pulled her by her hips against his waist, his balls slapping into her vulva. Her breasts swayed under her and she grasped the headboard to hold her self a little more steady. She knew this wasn't about her anymore. Once he took her this way, it was for him. He just had this thing about fucking her ass and when he did, she knew just to hold on and 

let him go. Thunder boomed in the distance and he pulled her against him. He fucked her savagely. There was only one thing going on now; him fucking her. He slid in and out of her easily now, her ass having been opened wide by his cock. She yelped slightly when his cock buried itself deep and she exhaled as he pulled himself out. 

John smacked her on the ass once, relieving her ass of his grip. Her asscheek 

wiggled after he slapped it and he loved the way that looked. A pink handprint rose on her ass, inspiring him. He smacked the other cheek now, raising yet another handprint. He loved the look of pink on her ass and this brought him closer to cumming. He renewed his grasp of her hips and pulled her into him, fucking her ass deeply. She moaned, further encouraging him. He smacked her ass a couple more times as he fucked her, his cock now thick with arousal. He swelled as he fucked her now, ripping her ass even wider. She sobbed quietly as the cock thickened and penetrated her tight ass. He grunted again now, his orgasm swelling within him. He slowed his thrusting but that didn't mean it was any less intense. He pulled her quickly against his cock; his balls swung beneath him and slapped 

her with their weight. He pulled one last rapid time and his seed began to fill her bottom. His cock pulsed with his seed, thick streams of pearly white cum filling up her ass as he thrust his cock home and buried it deep into her ass. He felt the heat of the spanked handprints against his thighs as he held her deep against him. His cock pulsed again and again filling her with his cum. Finally, he finished his orgasm and they both fell to their sides, his cock still in her, but slipping out now. They rested and his cock began to shrivel inside her.

Alison felt his cock shrink inside her ass and slip from her bottom. A trickle of cum slipped out of her bottom and over her reddened ass cheek to the bed sheet. Several other drops followed as John's cum leaked out of her opened ass. 

Alison now turned over, causing the cum to drip down the other ass cheek. She held John in her arms and kissed him. "Thanks dear" he said. "I love you" 

"And I love thunderstorms" she replied, kissing him again one last time before they both fell asleep in the bed. 

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Thunderstorm



“Would you rather just make love?” he asked.

I reached up to cup his cheek in my palm, trace his jaw with my fingertips.

“Yes,” was all I said.

He joined me naked on the bed, all smooth skin and muscles, warm mouth open on my breast, artist’s hands stroking my skin. Then his mouth sought mine, his kiss demanding, a little frantic, his mouth forcing mine open, my mouth welcoming him inside. His lips soft, tongue wet, he tasted of coffee and tobacco.

I stroked his hair, his neck, the supple skin of his arms, strong shoulders and seasoned muscles of his broad back, sure and steady under my hands.

His knee parted my thighs and his fingers found me wet with need of him. He moved down my body, mouth finding me as he threw my legs over his shoulders and I cried out as his tongue flickered, his mouth sucked and nibbled, playing me like some lost piece of music. My toes curled into his sides and my thighs clenched. My hips moved in a rhythm I didn’t recognize. My hands found his at my waist. He held my hands as tightly as I held his and I cried out at the wonder he brought to me.

When he raised himself above me, I took his face between my hands and drew his mouth to mine. I opened my lips to his and tasted coffee and tobacco and a sweet musky scent-taste that I knew was my own.

“What is it you want?” he asked, his mouth against my ear, his knees forcing mine wider.

“You,” I breathed, “just exactly this,” I said as my hips rose to meet his first thrust and he found me, unerringly and was in me.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his back. We fit together like we were carved from the same block of stone, hewn from the same tree, petals of the same flower.

Fingers clenched and clutching, mind inarticulate with the sensation flooding my body, I could only breathe and move and feel.

My hands followed the line of his back, smooth muscles under my hands, up and down.

His hands captured my wrists, pinning them away from my body as his mouth found mine and we matched thrust and stroke.

My fingers found his and we linked hands, lay there crucified on a bed.

Our movements became a dance, our breathing a matched set of woodwinds.

He let go of my fingers to hold my head between his hands, I buried my fingers in his hair.

“I’m going to come, do you want me to come in you? Do you want me in you?”

“Yes, yes,” I cried, I yelled.

Every one of my muscles convulsed and I heard him cry out his own release, his face buried in my neck. Slowly our bodies became our own again.

We lay like that for a time, he inside me and on top of me, and I kept my ankles locked at his back. He stroked the hair back from my face and I let my fingertips trace the outline of his eyes and nose and mouth.

“Incredible,” I whispered, “Are you alright with this?”

“Yes, are you?”

“Of course. I have been waiting years for you to make love to me.”

“You have?” His surprise was real.

“Yes.”

“You never said.”

“You never asked, and I think it never even occurred to you to ask. I wasn’t ready before.”

“You are now?”

“Oh, very much so.”

We lay together, side by side, my head on his shoulder, his arms keeping me warm. We were quiet for a time and there was no more need for words, there were too many words for us to ever express. He stroked my back, feather light fingertips warming my flesh.

“Fingers on skin are nice,” he whispered in my ear.

“Skin on skin is nice,” I whispered back.

I let my fingertips explore his chest, pebbled nipples, indentation of his navel, my nails raked lightly on his strong thighs. He groaned. My hand parted his thighs and my fingers stroked him, combing through the tangled wet hair around him stiffening against my hands. I followed with my mouth, first finding and sucking a nipple, then kissing down to his knees and back upwards to the top of his thighs with open mouthed kisses. Licking him from balls to tip I finally took him in my mouth and hands to stroke and suck. He gasped a surprised sound.  He tasted of us both, a musky combination of warm and wet.  

He sat up to take my face in his hands and kissed me, drawing me over him to straddle his hips. I took him inside again and ran my hands over his chest, kneading his shoulders. My hips found a rhythm with his. I leaned down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him. His mouth grazed my ear.

“What do you want?” I asked.

His mouth still next to my ear, his breath warm and sending chills down my skin he replied, “I want to lick you, I want to lick the come off your pussy, will you give me that? Will you give me your pussy, let me have you.”

“Oh, yes,” I could barely whisper.

He pushed my shoulders so I was on my back again and his hands parted my knees, ran up my thighs and his head was between my legs that quick. 

It was more frenzied, more beautiful, more tearing than the first time. Sounds came from my throat I didn’t recognize. I tore at my hair and clutched the bedspread under me as if it would anchor me against the way I felt like I was flying. I cried.

When he finally rose above me again and entered me, I wrapped myself around him and pulled his mouth down to mine to kiss. I pushed my tongue past his teeth and his mouth opened on mine to take me, then pulled back. 

“I love how you taste with me all over you,” I murmured against his cheek. He groaned, a deep surrendering sound and buried his face in my neck. I held onto him, and our cries grew louder.

We lay again as one being, leaving small kisses and tastings against each others skin, avoiding as long as we could final separation.   



Thunderstorm



She had been sitting outside for about thirty minutes, waiting for him to come home from work, and watching the clouds build up to the northwest of them. There was a distant rumble of thunder and a few brief glimpses of lightening. And then she heard the siren go off on the golf course behind the house and knew that the storm was headed their way. Soon, she stopped hearing the car doors and trunks slam, and the car engine noise died away as the golfers all headed for safer territory. And she knew she was alone.

Just as the first drops of rain fell, she heard his car in the drive and then his footsteps as he walked through the house looking for her. He stuck his head out the back door and said, "you are going to get soaked!" She turned to him and smiled. He knew that look...that gleam in her eye. He tugged off his shoes and joined her in the yard. They had a couple of lawn chairs out here for relaxing in the evening, but she was sitting in the grass and he quickly joined her. She gave him a quick kiss of welcome and then turned her attention to the sky again. "I think we are in for a good long rain." He nodded his head in agreement. 

The thunder rumbled again and the lightening appeared in the distance. The rain started in earnest now. They both sat and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water on their skin. 

She reached to unbutton his shirt and started tugging it off of his shoulders and kissing his skin as she licked away the drops of water. His hands tangled in her hair and he let out a deep moan of pleasure. She moved to his neck and chin, teasing him with her mouth and tongue. She could feel his muscles move under his skin as he tightened in anticipation. His heartbeat faster and his breath came in gasps and moans. Her hands moved to his pants and made quick work of the button and zipper. She moved to pull them from his body but he stopped her. "Someone will see us."

"No," she said. "They have all gone inside." He let her slide his pants off, and then his boxers. She leaned back on her hands and watched the rain run down his chest. Her mouth followed her gaze and she quickly began to lick and kiss her way down his body. Her hand trailed lightly through the hair around his thickening cock. She could feel it jump against her fingers, begging to be touched. 

He growled and pushed her onto her back, his hands moving all over her now. The wet blouse clinging to her was quickly unbuttoned and pulled from her chest. He unclasped her bra and freed her big breasts to the feeling of the warm rain. Her hard nipples ached for his mouth. He bent over her and began to kiss and tease her. His bites firm but gentle on her nipples. She ran her hands over her own skin, feeling the slick wetness. Her fingers found their way to his mouth and played over the skin on his face as he sucked and nibbled on her. 

The thunder grew louder, and the flashes of lightening followed more quickly. She could almost feel the vibrations through the ground. Her heart was pounding with excitement and arousal.

His hand moved to her leg, sliding up under her skirt. He could tell that she was overcome with excitement and was anxious to tease her and make her beg. He smiled around her nipple when he found that she wasn't wearing panties. She had probably planned the whole thing!! He found her wetness and knew it wasn't from the rain. His finger grazed her hard little clit and she writhed under him. He tried pulling the skirt up so he could look at her smooth pussy, but the fabric was soaked and not cooperating. She raised her hips up and he got the message and pulled the skirt down and off of her. 

As the rain poured down on them, he moved lower on her body and pushed her legs open. The rain ran down over her slit and tickled her ass. His tongue quickly joined in the exquisite torture. He licked the rain from her pussy and bum, teasing them with the tip of his tongue. And then brought the flat of his tongue to bear on them as well. He licked and nibbled his way down her slit. The tip of his tongue finally coming to bear on her rosebud. She screamed a little as it teased her open slightly. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy as his tongue worked fervently at her bottom. Her own hand moved to her clit and began slow circular motions. Her orgasm was on her quickly, and her moans were almost as loud as the thunder. 

She began pulling his face up to her own, wanting to kiss him and taste herself on his lips and tongue. He slid up her rain-slicked body and felt her moan as his cock made contact with her wet pussy. Their mouths joined in a frantic kiss as her hands slid to his hard rod and began to stroke it. She moved sideways under him and pushed to roll him on his back. He laughed at her tactics and asked if she was sure she wanted to be on top with lightening all around them. She grinned as she slid down to take his cock in her mouth. Her hot mouth on his wet cock was like fire. He gasped and beat the wet ground with his fists. 

She slid her mouth off the end of his cock and began to lick the rain from his smooth skin. He had shaved this morning and she loved the slick wet feeling under her tongue. He was so sensitive when he was freshly shaved. She knew that he was going to cum quickly today. Her hand began stroking his cock, right at the base of it, as her tongue moved to the head. Teasing and licking, she could hear him murmuring and moaning as she slowly slipped a finger down to tease his hole. Slowly, she slid it inside. She felt his balls move up against the hand wrapped around his cock. She started moving the finger around, just slightly, finding the spot that would bring him a powerful orgasm. Her mouth closed over the head of his cock again and slid down until it was touching her hand. She began moving her tongue and stroking him more quickly. She could feel his hands move to her head and tangle in her wet hair. His hips were thrusting upward now, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. She could sense that he was on the edge, so she began to move her finger slowly, in and out of him. He grabbed her head hard and told her he was going to cum now. She pushed a second finger inside him and stroked it against his gland. He poured himself into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, but some of it ran out of her mouth and the rain washed it away. 

They lay in each others arms then, the rain slowing and the thunder growing more distant. He ran his fingers up her arm lightly and she shuddered. Her hand drifted to his nipple and teased. He knew that she wasn't sated just yet. 

He moved over her and began kissing her again. Her body shifted beneath him as she moved to turn over and present him with her backside. He laughed at the look she gave him as she laid face down in the grass. He knew, now, what she wanted and his cock jumped to attention as the realization hit him. His hands moved to her waist and he pulled her hips up against him. She felt his hard cock against her ass and she smiled. He moved his hands to her cheeks and pulled them apart slightly. The rain continued to fall, making everything wet. He couldn't resist dipping his head and licking her there, adding to the slickness. He moved up then, and pressed the head of his cock against her wrinkled hole. He could feel her tense up and moved his left hand to her pussy, pushing a couple of fingers inside her. His thumb grazed her clit and she moaned. Then he could feel her relax and push back against his cock. He slipped the head inside and held it for a few seconds. Then he slipped it back out and let her relax. The second time he pushed inside, it went in smoothly. She immediately began rocking her hips against him. He slowed the pace a bit and concentrated on her clit for a while. He could feel the slick wetness of her pussy and the rain running between their bodies making his thumb move easily over her clit. With each thrust into her bottom, his balls slapped against his own hand, driving his fingers harder into her pussy. She began mumbling and moaning and he could feel her tighten, deep inside. He knew she was getting close to an orgasm and he pushed faster and harder into her ass. He felt her pussy begin to spasm and gentled his touch on her clit. Her muscles began to squeeze his cock rhythmically and he felt himself fall over the edge. He grunted as he grabbed her hips and emptied himself deep inside her. Her pussy twitched a time or two and pushed him out of her ass. 

They both slumped to the ground as the last of the rain fell and washed away the evidence of their lovemaking. He reached over and swatted her on the butt. She said, "what was that for?" He laughed and said, "you planned that all along."

"Of course," she answered. "You know I can control the weather!"



Thunderstorm



Christina was rushed ... as usual ... running late ... as usual. She glanced again at the address she had been given. "Damn, it must be here somewhere." As she glanced in the rear view mirror, she could easily see the impending rain drawing closer and closer. Her hopes were to make it to the address before the rain caught up to her.

Just as she turned onto the correct street, a blinding light and sudden crash of thunder sent chills down her spine. Thunderstorms seemed to both excite her and terrify her at the same time. She had been like this since she was a little girl. Growing up, she loved the rain. But every now and then, even now, these violent lightning and thunderstorms scared her a bit. And now, being so close to the coast, these thunderstorms rolled in all spring, summer and fall.

"There it is", she exclaimed to herself. She had found the address. Now all she had to do was find a place to park, without getting another ticket. About a block away she spotted a car leaving a parking space. Anxiously, she waited for the slow moving jerk to pull away. Just as she pulled into the space, another flash of light and another clap of thunder engulfed her ... even louder than before.

After the shiver in her spine subsided, Christina opened the car door and hopped onto the sidewalk. As she locked her car and shut the door, an instantaneous alarm sounded within her head. Just as she feared, she could see the car keys dangling from the ignition. "Damn it all. I hate being rushed. This photographer better damn be worth the trip."

As she started walking back down the block, the rain began. Not just any rain. A torrent commenced as if someone had opened a fire hydrant directly over her head. Running, she was barely able to make out the address of the building through the sheets of rain. With no umbrella, no raincoat, not even a newspaper to hold over her head, she stood at the door totally drenched from head to toe.

Quickly she rang the bell. Impatient, she rang again even though she had not given anyone time to answer the first ring. Just as she was about to ring yet again, the door opened. As the door opened, a man stood before her. However, before she could speak, another clap of thunder raked across the skies immediately overhead. Startled, she leapt forward, pressing her wet body against the man in the doorway.

The man placed his arms around her as if to comfort her. "That's quite all right Ms. Perkins, I have been expecting you. It is Ms. Perkins isn't it?" Christina just nodded and held her head down embarrassed at her behavior. In doing so, she noticed her wet blouse had become almost completely transparent. She could see her own nipples and areola through the thin material. Now she really felt embarrassed. Yet, the man acted as if all was normal, as if he had not even noticed.

"Come in before you catch your death of cold. Let me get you a towel. Would you care for a brandy or at least some coffee?" Another clap of thunder caused Christina to jump. The thunder was closer and louder than any she had experienced in years. "Why don't we go downstairs to my studio waiting area. It is much quieter there. That way we can discuss the photo session in more detail. That is, you still want to discuss a possible photo session don't you? I would hate that you have made the trip in this weather all for naught."

"Yes, thank you, a brandy sounds great. And yes, I do wish to discuss a possible photo session. Will it really be quiet there in all this stormy weather? "

"Of course my dear. Here, why don't you take this towel? And, allow me to show you downstairs."

As they walked down the stairway, Christina noticed the thick, velvet like tapestry material on the walls. She could see how such material could absorb sound and act like a sound barrier of sorts.

"In case you're wondering about the wall coverings, the walls are sound proofed, but hopefully in an esthetically appealing manner. There's at least 18" of sound insulation behind the fabric wall coverings."

As they approached the waiting area, Christina noticed the warm glow from a corner fireplace. There were also scented candles lit around the room. The light vanilla aroma was pleasing and relaxing to her senses. Other than the glow of the fireplace and candles, there was only track lighting aimed downward on the sitting area. She was lead to a comfy couch and allowed to sit. As she dried herself, she again noticed her erect nipples through the wet material. Again a warm blush rose from her neck to her cheeks.

"Here, take this brandy Ms. Perkins, it will help ward off the ill effects of the rain and chill."

Christina gladly accepted. It felt so warm going down. The aroma of the alcohol warmed even her nostrils as she drank from the snifter. She found herself almost gulping down the tasty beverage instead of sipping it. But it tasted so good and felt wonderfully warm a it coursed over her tongue. She soon forgot all about how her breasts and nipples were clearly visible and concentrated instead on the heady and soothing feeling of the brandy.

"Ms. Perkins, ah, please pardon my poor manners. I never did introduce myself." 

"Please, call me Christina."

"Very well, Christina it is then. I am Doc Johnson, but everyone calls me Doc. And this is Mystique Imagery. Now, do you feel like discussing the type of photo shoot you had in mind. You were a bit vague on the phone."

Christina again gulped the last of the brandy from her snifter to work up her courage. "Well, you see, I, uh, was wondering, uh, do you do boudoir type photos?" As soon as the words left her mouth, Christina felt a blush rise from her chest, spreading upward along her neck and then to her cheeks.

"Well of course, Christina. There is probably little in the photographic arena that I do not do. Would you care to look at some sample portfolios? Just give me an idea of what type of boudoir photos you wish to have made. Do you wish to have simple cheesecake type photos, or do you prefer something a bit more risqué? I will do whatever you wish as long as you are comfortable with the concept. And here, let me refill your brandy."

Christina again stammered a bit, but finally spoke. "I would like to have some really naughty photos made. My ex-boyfriend always hounded me to make some with him, but I wouldn't. We just broke up not that long ago, and I want to have even more risqué photos than even he could think of taking of me. Then I'm going to send him a select few just to show him what he is missing. Call it a revenge photo shoot if you want. But that's what I want."

"Well, we all have our reasons, and I am not one to cast stones as I have been in similar circumstances before. Err, ah, I mean breaking up with someone."

"OK, perhaps you should look at these portfolios then. Each portfolio is just a bit more "risqué", as you put it, than the previous one. Should you finally reach a portfolio that is more than you had in mind, then we can discuss the previous ones to come to an agreement on the type, the theme and the concept you wish."

Christina accepted the stack of portfolios and began looking at the first one. At the same time, Doc gave her another brandy to help keep her settled. Christina thought that it truly was quiet and was appreciative that they came downstairs.

The first portfolio was quite intriguing to Christina. Very sheer lingerie. She could tell the models were either shaven or very closely trimmed, as the sheer material they were wearing left little to wonder. Tasteful shots, nothing really risqué other than the truly sheer material of the wardrobe.

Christina picked up the next portfolio and took another gulp of brandy. The brandy really was smooth and oh so warm. As she glanced at each picture, the models began having less and less clothing on, until they were completely nude. She was quite right in her first assumption; each model was completely shaven. Still, the shots were not quite as wild as she wanted. 

As she reached for yet another portfolio, she instinctively held her brandy snifter out for another refill. As she gulped even more brandy, she slowly turned the pages of photos. Now this was getting more like she had in mind. The models were openly displaying their genital areas; in fact some were spreading their lower lips open for the camera. As hot as they looked, Christina wanted something even more risqué and shocking for her ex.

Christina perhaps did not notice, but even though her blouse had started to dry, her nipples were even more erect than before. She had also begun to slowly open and close her thighs in a slow rhythm. She was beginning to flush a bit, but not from the thunder and lightening outside. However, Doc was most assuredly taking notice!

Christina looked more intently at the next portfolio. The models were tied with scarves, bound to the bed. Blindfolds were placed on each one. One had a scarf as a blindfold, the next had a leather blindfold, and one even had a leather harness covering her entire head. Christina's free hand began to toy with the hem of her skirt. Her feet were already on tiptoes as she swayed her legs open and closed. Her hand slowly began to touch her inner thigh as she looked intently at the following photos.

The next series caused Christina's eyes to become riveted to each page. The models were not only bound and blindfolded, but a faceless person was doing "things" to them. The person wore a velvety rich looking monk like robe that had a large hood covering the person's head. Almost like a shadowy being that was hidden from view, to remain faceless, and yet capable of doing just about anything imaginable. 

Christina's free hand was now tracing circles around her own little clit. Her panties were soaked, but not by rain this time. Her breathing began to grow rapid, due to her inner excitement. 

The next few pages showed the models tied to special padded furniture, their butts and genital areas quite visible. Their breasts were hanging downward for anyone to touch. One model had her legs spread wide and held in place by some sort of bar shackled to her ankles. Christina could clearly see that the model's clitoral hood and nipples were pierced. The gold jewelry dangling from the piercings glistened under the photographic lights. The piercings and exotic jewelry just added to the overall eroticism.

The model had been forced to lean forward over a high padded bench and her wrists were shackled to the front leading sides of the bench ... her head hanging off the edge.. Again, she was blindfolded and the hooded person was inserting vibrators into the model's pussy. The next showed yet another, but smaller vibrator being slowly inserted into the model's ass. She could tell that the grimace on the model's face was not posed, but rather one of sheer lust. The model was truly enjoying every minute of what was happening to her.

The next series showed the shadow figure standing in front of the same model as she was still held in the previous position. The next photo showed an open robe and a hard completely shaven cock right in front of the model's lips. The next showed strong, masculine hands guiding her mouth to the throbbing cock in front of her. From the expression on the model's face, Christina could tell she was really enjoying the attention.

"Was this real???? It looks as though the shadowy figure just shot cum all over her face. It has to be real! Just look at how the model is trying to lick every drop she can feel on her face." As she turned each successive page, Christina was thinking more and more perverted thoughts of what her true desires were. Her fingers had also pulled her panties to one side so they could toy with her own pussy.

Without taking her eyes from the page, Christina felt another glass of brandy being offered and took it. She could smell her own nectar on her fingers as she brought the snifter to her lips. The combined aromas were almost too much to handle. But Christina was not about to stop looking at this series of photos.

The next page showed the model having her ass cheeks massaged by those same strong hands. "Oh my!" Christina gasped. She saw the shadowy figure behind the model; his hard cock was being used as a paddle of sorts. It was slapping down on her ass cheeks. Then it was slowly slid along the model's wet slit. The head momentarily paused at her ass and toyed her ass, then slid downward and toyed her pussy, finally coming to her clit, where again it was used to teasingly slap her clit.

The next pages showed the huge cock slowly sink into the model's pussy. The expression on the model's face was one of pure uninhibited lust. She wanted that cock and more. And what's more, she received every inch of it. As the cock was all the way into her pussy, a masculine hand held a vibrator at the model's ass. It was larger than the previous one he had used on her ass. Slowly it was slipped in and out of her ass ... teasing her as the cock also slid in and out of her pussy. Christina was mesmerized at the site of how easily the vibrator went in and out of the model's ass. Again an even larger vibrator was now being used on her ass, it was so life like. She looked as though she was even trying to push back against the large cock shaped vibrator as if slid in and out of her ass while his cock still slid in and out of her pussy. After the teasing of her ass, the next photo showed the model's ass with a rather significant gape. If Christina didn't know better, she could swear the opening was actually twitching as if begging for more.

Christina had only had anal sex twice before, once several years ago and once with her ex. While she did enjoy it, she had a bruised tailbone afterward as he really didn't take as much time in anal foreplay as he should have. He seemed too eager and too rough - he just didn't know what he was doing. She had hoped to eventually find someone that truly knew how to excite her ass, get it ready with hours of foreplay and then feed his cock into her ass. Christina felt her ass begin an involuntary twitch as her thoughts raced through her mind.

Now this model ... she was really getting into it. Christina could tell by the sequence of photos, the model was pushing her hips back into the vibrator in her ass, and pushing against the cock in her pussy. The model's head was almost flailing from side to side. Christina's fingers were deep in her own pussy as she turned each page with great care as not to miss anything, to observe everything, almost like the ultimate voyeur.

The next page made her gasp. The huge cock was poised at the ass of the model. In one thrust, the model's wanton ass readily accepted it. Christina felt a stirring deep within her. She knew the feeling all too well. Her own cum was building within her, wrapping itself in a knot at the base of her spine. But, she could not stop. She dared not miss the next pages, and she could not keep from fingering her pussy and now her thumb was on her clit.

The next page was even more intense. The cock was deep within the model's ass. A vibrator was being inserted into her pussy. The vibrator had an extra nub that fit right on her clit. Christina felt herself wishing it were she in those photos. Christina felt herself wishing it were she having her ass taken like that ... by someone who really knew how to make it so erotic and so pleasurable.

The last page was so hot. She could see two vibrators, one in the model's pussy and one in her ass. The robed figure was back in front of the model. His hands firmly held the model's head; his cock was all the way in her mouth. The head of his cock must have been deep in her throat. "Oh my!" Christina gasped as she realized his cum was trickling out of the corners of the model's mouth. He was cumming deep in her throat, and yet there was so much of it, cum was trickling out of her mouth. 

Christina felt ready to explode with her own cum, when...

"Those are my favorites as well"

The soft whisper startled Christina. All at once she was aware she had almost cum. Her fingers were still deep in her pussy. Her nipples were partially exposed from the way she had twisted on the couch.

"Since it seems you have found your theme, why don't I show you the studio?" Without question, Christina accepted the hand being offered to help her off the couch. Good thing, as her legs were a little rubbery. As they went into another room, she could see it was the same setting as the pictures she had just viewed. 

"OK, Christina, let's see if these fit comfortably." First one hand then the other was pulled forward and rich leather restraints were placed around her wrists. "That seems to fit nicely. Comfy?" Christina could just nod; her mouth and throat were too dry to speak. "OK, now the ankles." As Christina stood before him, Doc squatted and placed similar restraints around her ankles. Doc led Christina to the same furniture as she had just viewed. She felt Doc's firm hand push her forward slightly as he locked the wrist restraints to the sides of an almost waist high padded bench. The positioning of the wrists at the far end and sides of the bench caused Christina to bend at her waist and stretch her arms forward and down to the sides. The padded bench stopped just at her collarbone and shoulders. Then she felt her legs being spread and could see the bar being locked to her ankle restraints and then locked to the base of the bench to keep her feet and legs anchored in place. A leather blindfold soon was placed over her eyes.

As she stood there motionless, her heart began to pound. She could feel the excitement begin to grow deep within her, all anew. She could even feel her own pussy nectar completely drench her sheer panties and was starting to trickle down her thighs.

"RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP - CLICK - CLICK - CLICK - RIIIIIIPPPPPP!"

The sudden sound and tugging at her blouse made Christina realize her clothes were being ripped from her body, and the clicking sound must be the cameras catching every moment. Again and again she felt her garments being ripped from her body. Soon, she knew all too well she was stretched out before Doc completely nude, completely at his whim.

"All you have to do is say STOP. Once you do, we will not go any further and the session will be over."

Christina felt almost compelled to yell out STOP. But instead, it was if her inner being was speaking for her. She heard herself say, 

"Whatever you do, DON'T stop. I want it all. And please, before it's over, fuck my ass like you did her. Please fuck my ass!" 

Christina seldom talked like that, especially to a complete stranger. She had to know someone really well to feel comfortable talking dirty. But here she was, almost begging a stranger to fuck her ass; to have his way with her; any way he wished. And she was blatantly, no - wantonly, pleading with him to fuck her ass. 

"Hmmmm, this will never do, Christina. First thing, I'm going to have to finish shaving you .... all of you. We need your ass and pussy completely visible to the cameras; those pinkish red, swollen lips looking so inviting and so sexy for the cameras. Perhaps a shot or two of your swollen clit as well. You seem to have done a pretty good job, but you didn't get it all."

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as she felt a warm lather being applied, and then with each stroke of a razor, cool, fresh air hit her now bared skin. Her pussy nectar only added to the moisture. Soon, she knew she was completely shaven from her navel all the way back around her ass. It was just another rush of sexual adrenaline to keep her heart at the very peak. Her pussy nectar was flowing like a spigot had been left open.

Christina gasped when she felt Doc's cock slide into her hot pussy. She had become so wet she could hear a muffled squishing sound as Doc begin to piston his cock in and out of her pussy. As he built up a steady tempo, Christina could feel his bulbous cock head rubbing against her G-spot. Gratifying tingles were racing from her pussy all up and down her spine. 




Thunderstorm



Christina was concentrating on how good Doc's cock felt in her pussy when she let out a guttural moan. Doc was sliding a lubed finger into her ass and began stroking in and out of her ass in unison with the motions of his cock in her pussy. As her excitement continued to build for what seemed like forever but was probably only 10 minutes, Christina hissed as a second lubed finger worked its way in to her ass, and again several minutes later when she felt the third finger. The three fingers stroked, twisted and slowly spread to stretch her open as Doc's cock pistoned in and out of her blazingly hot pussy. This was almost too much at one time. Her head and her body were almost going into convulsions.

Suddenly she felt empty. Doc had removed his cock from her pussy and his fingers from her ass. Damn she was so close and now she was empty. She wanted more. Her body wanted more as well, her pelvis and buttocks were instinctively pushing back as best they could trying to recapture the invaders that had left so suddenly.

As her buttocks and pelvis pushed back again, she felt two lubed vibrators replacing Doc's cock and fingers. The one in her pussy was about the same size as his cock. The one in her ass started out small but grew in width the more it was pushed into her. Christina felt completely filled. A wanton lust washed through her brain. She wanted everything Doc could give her. Most of all she wanted to cum! 

Damn, she wanted to cum, and Christina knew she would very shortly, and probably several times over. She was in a new inner place now. The vibrators were beginning to cause that familiar feeling deep inside, along her spine. Doc's hands were all over her. His lips, tongue, and teeth were devouring her ... from her ears and nape of her neck, downward along her spine just to the base by her ass, along the soft tissue of the inner buttocks, downward still along her inner thighs and the soft recess of the backs of her knees, still further to her ankles and toes. 

From the faint clicking in the background she knew the cameras were capturing everything she desired. She knew this was going to be wonderful. And, she knew she was going to cum, especially when he fucked her ass. She allowed herself to just enjoy, allowing the pleasure and excitement to overcome her. A squeal of delight was beginning to build deep within her.

She finally could take no more without her first release. Just as the head of his cock entered her ass and his fingers began to really stroke her clit - the double pleasure caused an involuntary squeal to erupt from deep within her. Her first cum was upon her like an avalanche of emotions and sensations combined! As she began to cum, Doc slid the entire length of his cock deep into Christina's ass. His fingers must have been a blur on her clit. This all just accentuated her orgasm with even more explosions going off within her. This was a truly mind blowing cum. Only the first of many yet to cum before the session would be over! 

As her first cum began to subside, she felt her blindfold being removed. It took a moment or two, but her eyes soon regained their focus. There, just inches from her face, stood another cloaked figure. The cloak was being parted and Christina could clearly recognize the gold jewelry of the pierced clitoral hood there before her. It was the model from the portfolio. The model's hands tilted Christina's head upward so it was aligned with her clit. The model inched closer and Christina momentarily hesitated. She normally just flat out refused to have sex with women. But somehow, this was different this time. Christina wanted to experience EVERYTHING that was being offered. So, instinctively she began to suckle the clit as the model fed it to her, trying to devour it with her tongue.

"Oh Doc ... she is really sucking my clit. Fuck her ass hard like you did mine. Make her cum over and over as she eats me. I want to feed her my hot cunt and maybe even have her tongue fuck my ass!"

Christina could feel every vein of Doc's cock ripple past the muscled opening of her ass. It seemed like Doc fucked her ass for hours, but she knew it could not been more than 20 or 30 minutes. She could feel the bulbous head of his cock begin to swell even larger. Christina knew Doc was going to cum in her ass. As his rhythm began to increase, Christina felt her own cum building again. Christina also felt the model's ass being pressed back against her lips. Instinctively, Christina began to tongue fuck the model's ass ... savoring it as she did so. She could tell the model was finger fucking herself at the same time.

"Damn Doc, she can really tongue fuck me. She's gonna make me cum. Fuck her ass Doc. Cum deep in her ass like you did mine. Then I want to see you feed her your sticky cock like you did me. Make her suck the last of your cum from your cock."

Then Doc began to cum deep in her ass. His erupting cock sent wave after wave of hot cum coursing through her ass ... and it ignited yet another cum for Christina. Christina began to scream and moan as her cum hit her again, but her sounds were muffled by the model's ass as it was firmly pressed against Christina's face and tongue. Christina went wild trying to moan and tongue fuck the model's ass at the same time. Doc really pounded his cock in and out of Christina ... his cum was cascading down her thighs. The model also began to moan as her cum hit her, and pressed her ass back even more onto Christina's probing tongue.

Christina felt Doc slowly pull his still pulsing cock from her ass. The model also pulled away from Christina's tongue. Before Christina could say a word, Doc had the still throbbing head of his cock at her lips. The model helped guide it into Christina's mouth. As Christina sucked the last dribbles of cum from the head of Doc's cock, the model licked the sticky cum from the shaft and from Doc's balls. Christina watched as the model slipped first one, then two and finally three fingers into Doc's ass and begin to slowly finger fuck his ass. As the two women continued to suckle and lick Doc's cock, Christina and the model soon had Doc's cock raging hard again.

"Put on that large Strap-on. I'm going to fuck your ass while you fuck Christina's hot pussy. After she has cum that way, I want you to then fuck her tight ass. While you take her ass, I'm going to face fuck Christina. I want the cameras to capture her taking all my cum and swallowing every drop. These shots are going to be some of my best ever!"

Christina watched as the model slipped on the strap-on. It was as big as Doc's cock, maybe even bigger. As she watched both Doc and the model disappear as they walked behind her, she could feel Doc's cum oozing from her ass. It had trickled down over her cunt and was dripping off her clit. Christina then felt the head of the strap-on dildo being fed into her still convulsing pussy. She knew it was the model and her strap-on. Then she heard the model gasp and squeal. Christina had a mental image of Doc sliding his hard cock into the model's ass. As Christina allowed herself to enjoy what was being given to her, her mind began to race with the words Doc had last spoken and mental images began to appear of just how everything was being caught by the cameras. 

The erotic squeals of the model as her ass was being fucked echoed with her own as the model was driving her strap-on deep into Christina's pussy. Christina smiled inwardly thinking, "Yes, these photos were indeed going to be HOT!" Her mind was beginning to reel from the erotic pleasure that was overtaking her. Christina's fading thoughts were of how totally awesome and hot the pictures would look. If they were really as exciting as she thought they would be, there was "NO WAY" her ex would ever see any of them. These were to be hers! Maybe she could get Doc to take even more as she now had some new ideas of her own.



Thunderstorm Frolic



I hear the sounds of the ocean as I laze beneath the sun, letting the heat lay its hands upon me. The warmth beats down on my body intensely; my skin tingling and turning blush under its gaze. I run my fingertips lightly up and down my oiled skin; lingering for long moments around my full breasts down to where my soft, shaven pussy pulsates beneath my bikini's delicate fabric. I am relaxed as I look into the southern sky that appears to directly meet the ocean. The sky is clear, reflecting the color of the deepest blue lagoon; nevertheless, swiftly capable of being altered by dark, large, rolling clouds threatening heavy rain and thunderstorms. My body reacts, my secret place slightly damp, as my thoughts are accompanied by the potential pleasure and excitement each storm may have in store. The sound of rain along with the elements of lightning, thunder, and wind make me as unstable as the air lifted into the atmosphere. I, body, mind, and soul, am overcome by the concealed heat and find release with the same power, kindred to the storm. 

Thinking back thoughtfully, I let out a giggle as I do not remember when I acquired such a fetish. It is not the mere act of fucking while in the shower or a brief, shameless encounter in the ocean with the threat of someone catching or watching me. At any harrowing point in my life, I have always gone to the water as a source for my release, soothing away any battling discontentment. Water can be powerful through touch or sound especially mixed with the strength of thunder and lightning. Perhaps it lets me succumb to the woman who seems to be permanently veiled by what is deemed to be proper according to those that surround me in daily life. With a sigh, I reach over and gently stroke the muscular back of my lover, who is not totally oblivious to my thoughts. 

As the day progresses, it is becoming less certain that my storm will arrive. It is quiet as we chose to seclude ourselves to a restricted access of the beach. The only people in real sight were the very few fisherman casting lines from a covered pier farther down the beach. We spend the better part of the day frolicking in the water where we are free to touch each other with no restraints. When back on land, we take generous amounts of time, oiling one another with forceful hands. As we bask in the sun with our eyes closed, I feel a sudden urge rise from within me and quickly think that it is out of pure want for you, my lover. When I open my eyes to make you aware of how I ache for you to fuck me, I notice the sky starting to darken, beckoning its clouds to form, and urging me to become its counterpart.

My whole body heats as it hears the distant sound of thunder. Every inch of my skin feels alive, my body erect from its stimulation. My lover senses my change as we both look at one another mischievously. We observe our surroundings and do not catch a glimpse of anyone near. If anyone was combing the beach, they had gone to seek shelter. At this point, I am not concerned if someone may be watching us as feeling your hard cock deep inside of me is my only driving need. Sliding my hand underneath your swim trunks, I begin stroking your cock to absolute hardness until you can no longer stand the restriction of not touching me. At your direction, I roll onto my stomach, giving you freedom to explore. I close my eyes to your touch, feeling your masculine hands on my ass, moving my bikini bottom, gaining access to my waiting pussy. I cannot deny arching back to meet you as your palm rubs against my heated wetness. Massaging the outer lips of my pussy, you greedily start sucking and drinking from me. The sky is menacing with its prominent dark clouds; thunder grumbles with a roar joined by the flicker of lightning. The rain starts pouring down as my pussy is being fucked by your tongue. I am writhing and screaming, howling with the wind as it picks up greater speed. We stop briefly in order to find shelter as the wind is quick to mist our eyes with sand.

Hand in hand, laughing, we run along the beach to the covered pier, breathless from the race to meet our sexual desires. We are both drenched from the storm, our bodies glistening with large rain drops. As the storm is now directly over us, the crackling of thunder and lightning is piercing. As I look at you, your fingers gently trace the outline of my face and quickly take advantage of my parted lips, your mouth meeting mine with force. Our tongues are intent on finding one another, hinted lightly with the taste of rain and salt. I no longer need such tenderness and pull away slightly as the kisses stream from the length of my neck to my shoulder. I loosen and release your swim trunks, wrapping my hand around your firm cock, stroking the shaft a few times before directing you to a nearby bench, instructing you to masturbate as I untie the top of my chocolate brown bikini. 

Bare breasts exposed, I pinch and pull my nipples hard, swaying my hips in front of you as I tease. I slowly inch the bikini bottoms from my hips, letting you touch me slightly as the bottoms slide off of my ass. Propping my foot on your leg, your tongue and lips explore the bottom of my calf to the upper inside of my thigh, all the while still watching as you massage your cock. My fingers follow, grazing my bare mound, seeking and spreading its wet lips, finding my engorged clit. I insert two fingers deep inside of me, giving permission to watch as I probe in and out, my fingers dripping with my juices. Giving you the short pleasure of tasting my fingers, I tug at your hair, pulling your head towards my pussy, demanding to be licked with your long, strong tongue. Groaning that my pussy tastes sweet, you pull my ass close urging us to be one and carry out my wish fervently.

Your passionate worship of my body is all consuming and rages through me as strongly as the storm that surrounds us. I pull away, grasping your wrists tightly as I mount, nearly ready to straddle your hardness. I lean forward tracing your earlobe with my tongue, your body flinching from the tickling sensation. Dragging my long fingernails down your chest, rubbing and pinching your nipples between my forefinger and thumb, your body tenses. You release a heavy sigh as my hands channel down the length of your torso, to your hard swollen cock. I rub the head against the length of my slit, before guiding your hardness inside of me. I move on top of you, slowly gyrating, pushing on with greater urgency. Adjusting the sway of my body, grinding down on your cock, you are fully penetrated deep inside of me. Fucking vigorously, our bodies entwined by a driving force, our movements are animalistic, tribal like the storm. My muscles coil around you tightly, waiting to acquire the large amount of cum to be unleashed inside of me. Whimpering loudly, my body trembles as I spiral towards orgasm. With the last thrust, my own juices are released as you cum within me. Exhausted and sticky from the humidity, we collapse against one other, holding each other tightly, listening to the sounds of the subsiding storm.



Thunderstorm Threesome



I just about keeled over when I walked into the pool on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend and saw who this year's lifeguards were. I knew them of course, heck, just last year I'd graduated high school with them and I'd thought I'd never see them again since we'd all headed off in different directions for college! Well, they headed off. I went to the local state University so that I could save some money by living with my parents. 

Mitch and Ethan... the two guys I'd pretty much spent my entire high school career lusting over. Although with Ethan I can't explain exactly why.

Okay, so the guy's hot. Like, even in high school he had the kind of body that resembled drawings and sculptures of a Greek God. Girls are going to lust over him, right? But he was such a jerk to me! There were times when I hated myself for lusting after him the way I did. Because my last name is Walters and his last name is Walton, we almost always ended up seated somewhere near each other and he would always act like a five year old who was afraid of catching cooties around me. It's not like I ever did anything, heck I would get so nervous that whenever he tried to talk to me I could barely formulate words. But apparently my very existence annoyed him or something.

My crush on Mitch, his best friend, made a lot more sense. Mitch was on Varsity Swimteam, Senior year he was the captain, and he looked like it. Broad shoulders, long muscles, and these gorgeous curls that all the girls would coo over. He was always super sweet to me, as if making up for Ethan's jerk-wad ways. I'm a shy girl, so when a seriously hot and popular guy like him says hi to me in the hallway whenever he sees me, of course I'm going to have a crush. But I knew it didn't mean anything special, that's just the kind of nice guy he was.

Being shy, it's a lot easier to lust from the distance than actually try to do anything about it. 

"Hey, Allie! Ethan, look, it's Allie!" Mitch jumped up and hugged me, making me giggle out loud and swoon a little inside. For once it was a sunny and warm Memorial Day weekend so neither he nor Ethan were wearing shirts. 

Okay, I'm not a virgin, I'm almost 19 and I managed to pop my cherry during my freshman year at college with my very first-ever boyfriend, but when a guy like Mitch is shirtless and pressing his yummy chest all up in my face, I'm going to swoon a bit. It happens. I bet even girls who have had sex with tons of guys would swoon a bit. 

"Hi Mitch," I said, grinning up at him. Butterflies were careening around my stomach, because the man still had his arms around me, but who cares? Enjoy the moment! Vive la France!

I might be getting a little giddy, I admit it.

"Hey Allie." As usual, Ethan sounded kind of annoyed. I peeked around Mitch's muscled arm to see him sitting at the lifeguard table, glaring at me as if he couldn't believe his high school pestilence had managed to show up yet again.

Screw you asshole, I thought to myself. This is MY pool. 

I mean, it's my neighborhood's pool, but I live here and he doesn't and that makes it mine. Plus I've spent every day of every summer here, from Memorial Day's Saturday to Labor Day's Monday. Rain or shine. I'm like the postman, but with the pool. And it's not an easy task, let me tell you. Do you have any idea how many Memorial Day weekends have temperatures in the fifties and sixties, combined with freezing cold rain? Let me inform you: 90 percent of them. At least in this part of the country.

Sometimes I wish I lived in Texas. Or Arizona. Although I'd miss the winter.

But I digress. I do that a lot. Especially when I'm trying really, really hard not to think about how one of my high school crushes has his arms around me and the other one is glaring at me like I'm the Bubonic plague. 

"What are you doing here?" Mitch asked, after giving me a second, briefer hug. Sadly he let his arms drop after that one. My body tingled, all fizzy and happy that he'd held me at all. 

"I'm the designated pool rat," I said with an answering grin. Even though I'm shy I've always found it easy to talk to Mitch. He's just that kind of friendly personality. Plus, you know, you get lost in his hypnotizing blue eyes and suddenly all your little fears and doubts just melting away. "And this is my pool."

I say it loud enough so that Ethan can hear it, wanting to give him a heads up that I'm going to be around a LOT and he's just going to have to deal with it. And I try not to let the answering groan bug me. 

"Ignore him," Mitch advised, ushering me over to the table where Ethan is still sitting, still looking all tall, dark and annoyed. "He likes lazy days at the pool where he can slack because no one showed up."

"Then you're going to hate this place," I informed him cheerfully. "There's about five to six pool rats, although I'm the oldest one. I'm surprised the others aren't here yet."

Oops, spoke too soon. Just as the words were out of my mouth, the Johnson twins came barreling out of the men's bathroom. They were the youngest pool rats, they'd joined the club last year when they'd turned eight and were finally able to come to the pool without their mom supervising. Shockingly they were pretty well behaved most of the time, but I think that's mostly because they were afraid of having their pool privileges revoked. 

While Ethan and Mitch were distracted by the incoming pool rats, I took the opportunity to scoot away and pick out my favorite chair. It was on the same side of the pool as the lifeguard table, but far enough away that it didn't impinge on their space. Which Ethan should appreciate. I usually make buddies with the lifeguards, just because I'm at the pool so often, but I don't know if that's going to happen this year. We always have four guards in total, but I'm never going to feel comfortable just hanging out with them while Ethan's there, I know that already.

I wasn't quite hot enough to jump in the pool immediately, so I just arranged my towel and myself to my satisfaction and pulled out my e-reader. 

Yeah, I know, it's not the best idea to bring electronics to the pool, but the kind of stuff I've been reading lately isn't something I'd be comfortable getting a real book of and carrying it around with me. Even that 50 Shades stuff has become okay, but my fantasies have been going in a slightly different way... I have to admit, the spanking and domination stuff turns me on, but lately I've been getting even kinkier than that. 

Threesomes. Sex with two smoking hot men. Lexie Blake, Golden Angel and Laylah Roberts all sucked me in with hot alpha men and spankings, and then got my engine going over menages. 

My eyes wandered over to the two hunky lifeguards that I'd fantasized about separately in high school and a little smile crossed my face. Guess I'd probably be fantasizing about them this summer too, in an entirely different way. Hey, a girl's got a right to her own fantasy life, and with both of them prancing around with their muscular bodies and very little clothing, I know they're going to popping up in my head later tonight when I take out my vibrator. 

Smiling to myself, I hunker down into my book.

******

The next couple of weeks pass pretty much as I expected. I make friends with the other two lifeguards, Gina and Teresa. Surprisingly, neither of them are interested in Ethan or Mitch. Teresa has a boyfriend and Gina has a girlfriend. There are a couple of pool bunnies that show up on a pretty regular basis.

Different from pool rats because the bunnies only show up when there are hot lifeguards, and they don't show up every day like me and the other rats. I was thinking that this might be the summer where I'd get a life outside of the pool, but with Mitch and Ethan working there, how can I stay away? Even if it means I end up masturbating every night. 

Ethan seems to have resigned himself to my daily presence, although he's still not friendly. He tolerates me. I can hang out at the lifeguard table, it just means that he ends up being pretty quiet. At least he's not outright mean or teasing me anymore, I figure that's a step up. Mitch, as usually, is super friendly and a lot of fun to hang out with. He's turned into a major flirt - me, his fellow lifeguards, the pool bunnies... It makes my heart flutter even though I know it doesn't mean anything. From overhearing bathroom talk I know he's already gotten it on with at least one of the pool bunnies. 

Listening made me jealous, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't also turn me on. Shockingly, as far as I know, Ethan hasn't followed suit. He just broods and does his job. Why I find the moody brooding so hot is completely inexplicable, but there it is. Every so often, usually when I'm in the middle of a particularly hot scene on my e-reader, I get the weird thought that he's checking me out, but when I look up at him he never is. Still, it's a fun little fantasy to have. Makes me feel all squirmy inside. 

Once or twice I've gone into the bathroom just to play with myself because I can't wait until I get home. Too horny. 

As usually happens, eventually the summer storms start rolling in. When that happens the lifeguards send everyone home, but the older pool rats are usually offered shelter in the lifeguard office, which otherwise never gets used. It's got a small couch, some armchairs, the unused lounge chairs from around the pool, and the kickboards that the swimteam uses. I'm the only poolrat given a consistent invitation to come in and play cards when the thunder and lightning starts, usually from Mitch. 

One day I showed up while it was already raining. 

"Are you kidding me?" Ethan groaned when I appeared in the doorway of the lifeguard office, umbrella in one hand and pool pass in the other. 

I gave him a dirty look. "There's no lightening or thunder yet. No reason I can't go in the pool."

"He might have a point, you know," Mitch said, chuckling, as his long, hard body unfolded from the chair he'd been sitting in. They'd obviously already started to set up a card game. "Sometimes you take the pool rat thing a little far."

"If I'm not here every day, rain or shine, then I don't deserve the title of pool rat," I said. Just as I spoke, two of my fellow poolrats were coming up behind me, both girls in their early teens who were constantly mooning over Ethan and Mitch. Can't blame them. 

Just as they reached us we all heard the ominous roll of thunder. 

"Sorry girls," Mitch said with his most charming smile as Ethan heaved a sigh of relief behind him. "You know the rules, that's a half hour wait."

Both of the girls groaned and turned to go. I just gave Mitch a pleading look.

"Let me guess," he said with a deep chuckle that did delightful things to my insides. "You want to come in and wait it out with us."

"Well it takes me fifteen minutes to walk home," I pointed out. "At which point I'll immediately turn around to come back here as long as there's no more thunder."

"Alright," he said with an exaggerated sigh as Ethan grumbled behind him. "Come on in, sweetheart." He opened the door for me, playing the gentleman in a mockingly teasing way that had me giggling.

Ethan just ignored my entrance and turned on the radio. 

There was no chance of any of the other pool rats showing up, we all knew what thunder meant. We might come out in the rain, but no one liked being sent home due to lightening or thunder. Anyone who hadn't arrived yet was either already turning around to head back home or was staying put until the wait was over.

I played a couple rounds of poker with them before I got tired of Ethan's churlish attitude. The thunder had continued coming at odd intervals and finally we spotted some lightening, so I was just about to leave when the radio made that awful beeping sound that signaled a weather advisory. All three of us groaned as the radio said that it was a severe storm warning and people should stay where they were until it lessened. 

"Sorry guys," I said, with an apologetic shrug. Mitch smiled at me and Ethan just shrugged.

"Want to play another hand?" Mitch asked.

"Nah, I think I'm just going to read for a bit," I said. I figured Ethan was probably tired of playing cards with me anyway, I could let him and Mitch just hang for a bit. Besides, I'd gotten to a particularly good part in my book before leaving for the pool this morning and I'd been looking forward to reading more while I was at the pool. Of course, I hadn't figured on being trapped in the office for so long - the weather report this morning had said scattered thunderstorms but I'd been hoping they'd be scattered elsewhere.

When I'm reading a book that I'm really into, it's like the rest of the world falls away. Even if the rest of the world is two total hunks that I'm picturing in my head even as I'm reading. Their voices dimmed to a muted buzz and then disappeared as I became completely engrossed in another world entirely. 

So it was a rude shock when my e-reader was suddenly grabbed out of my hands from behind me. I was cuddled into an armchair which meant that I couldn't even spin around very quickly, the bulk of the chair and the high back kept me from being able to grab the device back. All the blood drained from my face as Ethan, my high school tormentor who loved nothing better than to tease me, danced backed with a huge grin on his face, looking at the screen.

"So whatcha reading, cupcake?" 

"Give it back!" I clutched at the back of the armchair, up on my knees. Impending doom was racing down on me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

Mitch was no help, he never had been, he just sat at the card table watching with an amused smile on his face. To my horror, instead of just teasing me with his possession of my e-reader, Ethan did exactly what I was most hoping he wouldn't. He looked at the screen and started to read out loud. 

"Working her jaw muscles to keep from drooling," Ethan's voice faltered a little, becoming almost incredulous. I just closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was anywhere else as he kept reading. "She kept her eyes trained on the floor in front of her as she wondered what Justin was doing. If he was going to touch her. What Chris was getting out of the bag. Trying to keep track of both of them while also holding perfectly still in her position and sucking on the gag in her mouth was proving difficult. Too many things to turn her attention to."

"What the hell..." I heard Mitch say, almost wonderingly. I wondered if it was possible to spontaneously die of embarrassment.

I should be so lucky.

"When Chris walked up in front of her and fondled her breast, she felt a little gush of pleasure between her legs. She was so wet that she wouldn't be surprised if she was actually dripping on the floor. Whimpering around the gag as he pinched at her nipples, she did her best not to move at all, sure that Justin was watching while Chris enjoyed himself. The whole two against one thing could be so immensely unfair sometimes - she couldn't get away with anything. On the other hand she knew that deep down she liked it that way."

Ethan's voice had been getting almost hoarse as he read and now it finally stuttered to a stop.

I forced myself to open my eyes and hold my head high, despite the fact that my cheeks were so hot I thought I might actually burst into flame at any moment. I shouldn't be the one embarrassed, I didn't care what they thought. I could enjoy whatever books I wanted and screw them!

They were both staring at me as if they'd never seen me before.

I hadn't thought it was possible, but somehow my face felt like it got even redder. Actually my entire body was feeling kind of hot - and I told myself it wasn't just because I'd been listening to Ethan describe a scene right out of one of my fantasies in his deep sexy voice. It was a combination of arousal from what I'd been reading, humiliation that now they knew what I'd been reading, and the despair of knowing that there was no way in hell I'd ever be able to come back to this pool house. 

"Can I have my e-reader back please?" I said, almost primly, as if I wasn't experiencing my first ever full body blush.

For a moment it looked like Ethan was debating, and then out of the corner of my eye I saw Mitch moving towards me. Turning to look at him, I almost froze when I saw the heat in his normally sparkling blue eyes. There was an intensity there that I'd never seen before, that was absent when he normally flirted with me and the other girls around the pool. 

"Is that what you're reading on that thing all the time?" Mitch asked. "Porn? Kinky threesome porn?"

He had almost reached the armchair where I was kneeling when suddenly Ethan moved, standing on the other side of the chair so that I was between them, as if they were facing off against each other. My head tilted back to look up at Mitch who was grinning down at me. 

"Have you ever done anything kinky?" Mitch asked, ignoring the dark presence of Ethan on my left. He leaned down towards me and all of the sudden Ethan's arm was around my waist, underneath my breasts, pulling me away and off of the chair. My back was pressed up against all six foot something of him and, I swear, I think I heard him actually growl. 

"Leave her alone," Ethan said warningly. 

What the heck? I suddenly felt like they were fighting over me, but that wasn't possible. Mitch was just a flirt and Ethan didn't like me... but there was no denying that the atmosphere in the lifeguard obvious had just altered. Tensed. Just like Ethan's arm.

I let out a little squeak and tapped the muscular forearm that was like an iron band around my ribs. "Can't breathe."

Immediately it loosened. But it didn't drop away. 

"She reads about kinky sex and threesomes," Mitch said, never taking his eyes away from mine. I wanted to speak up and tell them to not talk about me like I wasn't there, but my breath felt strangled in my throat. Not to mention all the distractions, like hot, hard male standing directly behind me and his arm around. Not in a million years did I ever think I'd be pressed up against Ethan like this, my back or my front, and some part of my brain was memorizing exactly how fantastic it felt. "Maybe she'd like to experience a little. Do you have kinky threesome fantasies, Allie?"

"Yes." The word slipped out before I could stop it. Mitch was coming closer again, his eyes almost hypnotizing.

Maybe this is the way a mouse felt when it was in front of a snake, knowing that it's in danger, but unable to look away or run. My instincts for self-preservation obviously suck. 

"Do you sometimes fantasize about having a threesome with me and Ethan?"

"Mitch-"

"Yes." It was like being drunk, this endorphin high that was flying through me, making me say things that I never thought I would - like the truth. I felt dizzy, light-headed, and like I was flying on top of the world. Like Icharus flying too close to the sun and knowing I'm about to get burned, knowing that my wings are about to melt and I'm going to have a shattering fall to earth in the form of reality, but right now things were too much like one of my fantasies for me not to want to indulge a little. Have a threesome with Mitch and Ethan in the poolhouse?

Yeah, I can't even count how many times I've masturbated to that particular fantasy over the past few weeks. Singular, together, whatever, the thought turns me on. Even being teased like this, pretending for one second that it might actually happens, makes the fact that my pool rat days are over worth it. I'll never be able to face them after this, now that they know, but at least I can spend the rest of my summer reliving these moments where they're both acting like they're actually attracted to me. 

Ethan's arm tightens again, pressing me against him and I suddenly become very aware that maybe he's not just pretending like he's attracted to me. Or, at the very least, he REALLY likes having a girl's butt pressed up against him. 




Thunderstorm Threesome



"Back off, Mitch."

At this point I'm pretty close to swooning over the fact that Ethan's erection is pressing between my butt cheeks and against my lower back, so I'm having trouble formulating the thought that I should inform them that I don't want them to leave me alone. Either of them. I'm pretty confused about what the heck is going on with them and why the sudden change - seriously, does knowing I read kinky literature somehow turn me into a sexpot? - but far be it from me to argue if they are suddenly seeing me the way I see them. 

"Come on, man. You just heard her admit she has fantasies about kinky threesomes with us. You've been crushing on her for years now, you can't tell me you haven't been watching her the same way you did in high school, we can make everyone's fantasies come true."

Say what now?

My head swivels up to stare at Ethan in complete shock when another one of those vibrating growls goes through his body, but not a word of protest passes his lips. His cheeks are a dusky red, like he's blushing, when he looks down at me. Then, before I can even think of how to ask all the questions that are filling my mind, he tosses me e-reader on the chair, grips my chin with that hand, and kisses me. 

With my back still pressed against his front, there's nothing I can do but cling to his forearm and arch against him, as sizzling heat flashes through my body with a force that I've never known before. Maybe he kissed me to keep me from asking questions. Maybe just because he's turned on and I looked for him. Do I really care about the reason?

No, no I do not.

I opened my mouth to kiss him back and his tongue thrust into mine. Oh jeezus. My knees go weak and I'm pretty sure that if he hadn't been holding me up that I actually would have fallen down in a pathetic heap at his feet. The boy can kiss. He tastes like mint and salt and summer. 

Movement distracts me and suddenly Mitch is pressing against my front, his hands on my hips. 

Ethan growls, breaking off the kiss. 

"She said threesome," Mitch reminded him, a smile playing around his lips. "Do you want to try a threesome, Allie?"

Part of me wants to say no, because Ethan really doesn't seem enamored of sharing - and holy crap what that does to my ego - and I've got a million questions for him... but at the same I don't really know if I can trust what he "seems" like considering how long he used to tease and torment me in high school and how he's acted since the beginning of summer. And when am I ever going to get a chance to have a threesome with two men that I've fantasized about since high school? 

"Yes."

I feel like that's all I can say. I'm the modern-day Ado Annie... I can't say no. 

But who would want to?

Another little growl and my head is tipped back and Ethan's mouth lowers to mine again. Possessive. Powerful. I moan against his lips, one hand on his forearm, the other on Mitch's muscular chest as he presses forward, his hands sliding up my sides, over Ethan's arms and to my breasts. 

The thin cotton cover-up I'm wearing over my bikini might as well be spiderwebs for all the protection it provides from the searing heat of his hands. Ethan holds me even closer, his hand splaying almost possessively across my belly as it goes lower, my fingers still wrapped around his wrist.

Holy crap holy crap holy crap...

I could seriously die happy right now. 

Straps slide down my shoulders and then the front of my cover-up and my bikini are pulled down, baring my breasts. Something must have alerted Ethan because he suddenly pulls his mouth away from mine and begins to kiss down the side of my neck as I lean my head back against his shoulder; I'm pretty sure the change in position is so that he can watch as Mitch squeezes and fondles my breasts. My nipples feel so hard and swollen that I'm afraid they might pop as his fingers tighten around them. 

He's watching every movement of my body, every expression as it flits across my face as he begins to pinch and twist my nipples. It should hurt, it almost does, but the utter, throbbing need that's pulsing in me has overwhelmed any other sensation. 

Another little growl and my head is tipped back and Ethan's mouth lowers to mine again. Possessive. Powerful. I moan against his lips, one hand on his forearm, the other on Mitch's muscular chest as he presses forward, his hands sliding up my sides, over Ethan's arms and to my breasts. 

The thin cotton cover-up I'm wearing over my bikini might as well be spiderwebs for all the protection it provides from the searing heat of his hands. Ethan holds me even closer, his hand splaying almost possessively across my belly as it goes lower, my fingers still wrapped around his wrist.

Holy crap holy crap holy crap...

I could seriously die happy right now. 

Straps slide down my shoulders and then the front of my cover-up and my bikini are pulled down, baring my breasts. Something must have alerted Ethan because he suddenly pulls his mouth away from mine and begins to kiss down the side of my neck as I lean my head back against his shoulder; I'm pretty sure the change in position is so that he can watch as Mitch squeezes and fondles my breasts. My nipples feel so hard and swollen that I'm afraid they might pop as his fingers tighten around them. 

He's watching every movement of my body, every expression as it flits across my face as he begins to pinch and twist my nipples. It should hurt, it almost did, but the utter, throbbing need that's pulsing in me has overwhelmed any other sensation. Ethan's hand on my stomach begins to slid down over my mound and his fingers pull up the hem of my cover-up, bunching it in his palm until he can touch the silky fabric of my bathing suit bottoms. 

I'm moaning, gyrating, completely lost in sensation between them. 

Mitch reaches down and takes the bunched hem of my cover-up from Ethan and pulls it over my head. I'm bereft without them for just a moment before both of them are pressing back against me, except this time I'm kissing Mitch and Ethan is grinding his cock between the cheeks of my ass as he tugs at the strings of my bikini. 

The kiss with Mitch is different. He's a damn good kisser, but he doesn't devour me the way Ethan had been. It's more practiced, more in control, and less passionate. Not that I really cared at this point, it was just something that I noticed in the back of my head while my body reigned supreme. 

You know how people say that all the blood rushes to a guy's cock and he can only use one head at a time? Well that's how I felt. My brain was still cataloguing events, still keeping track of what was going on, and filing away tidbits to think over later, but it wasn't really operating if you know what I mean. I felt like a wild animal, all reaction and instinct rather than logic and control. My pussy was doing my thinking for me and it felt fantastic.

Teeth dig into my shoulder and I moan into Mitch's mouth, someone is feeling me up and I don't know if it's one or both of them, I just know that it feels fantastic as they squeeze my tits. The kneading of my flesh soothes some of the aching inside me, but it also just makes the throbbing need between my legs even worse. 

Fingers slip down the front of my lower belly and I can tell that the hand is coming from behind me, which means that it's Ethan who's pushing his hand into my bathing suit bottom. Ethan who's touching the hot, wet folds of my pussy. 

He groans as his hand pushes forward and his fingers slide through the wet heat. "Fuck, she's soaked."

Pulling back, Mitch squeezes my breasts again, pinching my nipples between his fingers and tugging on them. It hurts so good, mingling with the heady pleasure of the way Ethan's fingers are rubbing against my swollen clit. "Is this as good as your fantasies Allie?"

"Better." My voice is slurred from the pleasure and I can't help but moan again as Mitch squeezes my nipples even tighter. My back arches, thrusting my breasts out towards him to relieve the pressure and pushing the globes of my ass into Ethan. He groans and presses back, his cock rubbing up and down the crack of my ass. 

"What next?" Ethan asks, spinning me around to face him. His hands are on my hips, his face serious even as his eyes flick down to my breasts with the cherry red, jutting nipples. "What do you want us to do, Allie?"

I shudder and let my knees bend, sliding between his hands down to the ground. "I want to suck you."

Ethan moans at my words, an immediate and instinctive reaction that sends me careening. Fuck it's hot that just me saying that can get a rise out of him. Although I suppose that I've already gotten the rise, but still. Don't need to tell him twice either, he strips out of his swimsuit so fast it probably set a world record. 

His cock his beautiful. I know that you're not really supposed to say that about a guy's cock, but it's true. Just like Ethan's beautiful. It's long and thick, jutting out from a neatly trimmed thatch of hair - and can I just say how hot it is when a guy takes care of his grooming down there? That sexy stomach of his with all its muscles tapers down to the sexy male V of his hipbones and straight to the reddish cock that is pointing straight out me; the entirety of the image actually makes my mouth water. 

I reached out for him, wrapping my fingers around that hard, hot length and he groans, letting me tug him forwards. The silky soft skin moves beneath my palm around the steel rod interior and a drop of fluid pools at the tip. My tongue flicks out to take a taste... salty and sweet, and accompanied by a groan that makes my insides clench. Giving head is supposed to me a subservient move for a woman, but I felt like the powerful one, even though I'm on my knees before him. 

He's waiting for me, waiting for my mouth, waiting for my tongue and my touch. And I can explore and tease to my heart's content. My tongue flicks out again as I look up at him, meeting his eyes as I explore the sensitive head of his dick. The intensity of his gaze as he stares down at me, his hands gently resting on my head, is everything I ever dreamed about.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Mitch moving for a better view. He's only a few feet away from us, watching with an entranced expression on his face and his hand around his dick. Everyone's completely naked except for me, but I'm okay with that because I'm pretty sure I'd be leaking down my thighs I'm so turned on, if I didn't have my bathing suit bottom on. Knowing that Mitch is watching us, that he's masturbating to the sight of me about to give Ethan head, is so fucking hot that it makes me even more eager, even greedier for Ethan's cock in my mouth.

Pressing my lips to the tip, I suck him slowly in, smiling to myself as I hear both men groan. Ethan's hands smooth over my hair, encouraging without pushing, his eyes totally entranced with watching what I'm doing. I could get lost in those eyes, but then I wouldn't be doing a very good job of pleasuring him, so I reluctantly break the eye contact and start concentrating on giving him the best damn blowjob of his life. 

I can feel his cock flexing as I take more and more of it into my mouth, my hand still gripped around the base of his cock until it starts getting in my way. I roll his balls with my other hand, moving my head up and down at an agonizingly slow pace until I feel his hips buck automatically. Then I increase the suction, closing my eyes as I hum with pleasure at the feel of him sliding back and forth between my lips.

"FUCK." I glance up to see that Ethan's thrown his head back, the muscles of his stomach and chest tense and he actually trembles. I tug on his balls and a shudder goes through him. 

"God that's hot," Mitch mutters from the side. He's still playing with himself, his hand stroking with the same rhythm that my head is bobbing on Ethan's dick and I realize that he's fantasizing that it's his cock in my mouth. That just turns me on even more.

I release the hold I have around the base of Ethan's dick and reach around to grab his ass cheeks, which are incredibly firm. Seriously, firmer and more muscular than anyone's ass cheeks have a right to be, although it doesn't help that he's clenching and relaxing them over and over again. I use the new position to help me take his cock deeper, relaxing my throat muscles and lengthening my neck until my lips are only an inch away from his body. 

"Oh.... FUCK... Allie.... I'm gonna cum...."

I think he said it to warn me, but it just makes me even more determined to take him all. I start to pull away, which was what he was expecting, but then I slide right back down as soon as I get a quick breath of air. I look right up into his eyes as I do it, so I see when they nearly roll into the back of his head. 

Even so, I still can't take his entire length into my mouth, but the head of his cock lodges in my throat. I can feel the narrow passage protesting, my lungs are burning, and none of that matters as Ethan's cock begins to pulse against my tongue. I lash at that pulsing vein, triumph welling as fluid spurts into my throat and I swallow convulsively. His entire body is trembling as his fingers tighten in my hair, on my head, and he empties himself into my belly. 

God... I just sucked the hell out of Ethan's cock. A fantasy that I never thought would be fulfilled and it had been hotter than I'd ever imagined. 

Speaking of fantasies...

"My turn," Mitch said, standing and walking towards us. 

My mouth watered at the thought of swallowing both of them, one after the other. 

"Wait," said Ethan, his voice still hoarse from the groans of his climax. 

Both of us looked at him and I felt my stomach drop a little bit. He wasn't going to bow out now, was he? Take what he wanted, get himself off, and then leave? It would be the meanest thing he'd ever done to me, but I didn't think it was beyond him. 

To my shock he got down on his knees in front of me, so that we were almost at eye level again. The glow in his dark eyes was still there, drinking in the sight of my disheveled hair, my gently swaying breasts and lips swollen from sucking him off. 

"I want you to ride my face while you suck him off," he said, the last part a little grimly, as if he didn't like the idea of me giving Mitch head but was determined to see it through anyway. To be a part of it.

My pussy clenched and I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He reaches out and tugged at the strings tied at my hips, holding my bathing suit bottoms in place on my bottom. To my embarrassment, only most of my suit fell. I was so wet that the center part over my pussy actually remained stuck to me.

Neither of the guys seemed that bothered by it.

"Fuck she's soaked," Ethan groaned as he pulled the sopping piece of fabric away from my pussy lips and tossed it at Mitch. The kinky bastard caught it one hand and sniffed it, his other hand still working his cock as he watched us. 

"She smells delicious. Go on Ethan, find out how that sweet pussy tastes."

It only took a moment for Ethan to get me situated the way he wanted me. Still on my knees, I now had hot breath wafting up onto my sensitive lips, a hand clamped around either thigh, and Ethan's dark eyes stared up at me. I realized he would have an incredible view of my breasts jiggling, as well as just a bit of a view of Mitch's cock stretching out my mouth.

One long lick up the center of my slit had me moaning, and almost as soon as my mouth was open, Mitch was in front of me, feeding his cock into it. The moans were immediately stifled by a hot, hard length of meat. My jaw already ached from blowing Ethan, my mouth saturated with the taste of his cum, but I found that I wanted more. Especially as the man beneath me began to tease and lick at my pussy lips. I was so turned on that all I could think about was getting as much cock into me as possible, and if the only place it was going right now was my mouth then so be it.

I'd done a 69 before, but this was completely different. For one, Ethan wasn't distracted by me sucking on his cock, so his full attention was given to eating me out like a pro. And Mitch was demanding my full attention on his cock, his hips moving as he fucked my mouth and throat, his hands steady on my head. He wouldn't accept a half-hearted blow job and every time I started to get distracted, his grip would tighten and his cock would surge a little bit deeper so that I was forced to bring my attention back to sucking.

It was so incredibly hot and frustrating at the same time, because all I wanted to do was focus on the fantastic pussy licking I was getting, but I couldn't... and I knew I wasn't giving Mitch a good of a blow job as I had Ethan, but I couldn't fix that either! I was at the mercy of both of them, my body riding Ethan's face as I clung to Mitch's hips, hanging on for dear life as he relentlessly drove his cock back and forth between my lips while my body worked its way up towards a delayed and much-needed orgasm. 

Ethan sucked my clit into his mouth, working it with his tongue, and my nails dug into Mitch's body as I screamed around his cock. The orgasm hit me with all the subtlety of a freight train, making my legs tremble around Ethan's head as he sucked hard, forcing me to ride out the pleasure. I was dimly aware of Mitch's cock pulsing in my mouth, muffling my cries, and my throat worked as I swallowed my second load of cum of the day. Tears were sparking in my eyes as the lack of air only seemed to make my orgasm more intense as my body tingled and throbbed. 

It was only Mitch's hands holding me upright that kept me from collapsing my weight completely onto Ethan. 

"So how does she taste?" Mitch asked as he helped me off of his friend.

I would have never expected sweet, genial Mitch to be the dirtier, rougher, cruder man in the bedroom. It was actually pretty hot, but I had to admit that I was much more intrigued by Ethan's transformation from asshole to considerate lover. They were both definitely alpha males, which turned me on like nothing else, but I was almost a little bit afraid of Mitch. If Ethan wasn't there I'm not sure I would have felt entirely comfortable fooling around with Mitch now that I knew what he was like. Ethan made me feel vulnerable but protected, whereas Mitch just made me feel kind of vulnerable. 

Plus, even though Ethan had always been meaner to me, I was getting the feeling that Mitch would be more likely to hurt a girl's feelings after being down and dirty with her. I doubted he would change his flirtatious, sweetheart ways towards me, but he would be a bad bet for a boyfriend too. He just wanted sex... maybe I was just fooling myself, but Ethan seemed to want something more.

Ethan reached out and snagged me from Mitch's hands, pulling me away as I stared up at the guy that I'd always thought was the nice one. 

"Delicious." The answer was short and almost curt, as if Ethan didn't want to waste any more time on his friend than he had to. Spinning me around, Ethan's dark eyes bored down into mine. "How are you feeling, Allie?"

"Good." I smiled up at him, feeling rather hazy, like I'd been flown to some surreal world where Ethan really did have a crush on me and cared about me. My head was so out of it that it was easy to go along with. I leaned against him, my head still tipped back. My lips felt swollen and my throat was a little sore, but I really was feeling deliciously good. This was so much better, so much hotter than any of the fantasies I'd ever dreamed up, even if it was nothing like what I had expected. In some ways I still didn't believe that I wasn't dreaming. For all I knew I'd fallen asleep while reading and my overly fertile imagination had come up with some seriously wishful thinking. "Wonderful. I want more."




Thunderstorm Threesome



Fingers stroked down my back. "Are you sure? You don't have to."

I laughed. I couldn't help it. 

"I've been reading threesome stories for months now, do you think I'm going to give up the opportunity when I'm already smack in the center of a fantasy?" I asked, a little incredulous. "I might never get up the balls to be in this situation ever again."

Ethan took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. "Okay..." He looked back down at me. "Okay. What else do you want us to do?"

It didn't matter how drunk on endorphins and pleasure I was, that didn't stop the hot blush that flooded my cheeks immediately. I dropped my gaze away from his, unable to look him in the eye. Especially when I heard Mitch chuckling and moving closer behind us. 

"I think Allie might be even kinkier than either of us ever imagined," Mitch said from behind me. I knew that he was coming closer because Ethan's arms kind of tensed and he drew me into his body until I was pressed up against him. Man that was nice. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my cheek against the dark mat of hair on his chest, feeling a little bit like a happy kitten. Fingertips - obviously not Ethan's - trailed down my back and to the curve of my ass. "Have you ever had anal sex, sweet Allie?"

"No."

I shivered as Mitch caressed my ass; now Ethan's hands were drifting down there too. A little moaning whimper escaped my lips as Ethan pulled my cheeks apart, allowing Mitch's finger to glide down the crease of my ass to the little virginal pucker there. 

It wasn't that anal sex particularly appealed to me really, not on its own, but I couldn't get all the scenes from those books I'd been reading out of my mind. The idea of having two cocks stuffed into me simultaneously, of being completely filled with hot man meat, just flat out did it for me. The few times I'd watched porn, rather than just reading my dirty romances, I'd ended up looking for double penetration videos. I'd found the twin pumping rods absolutely fascinating and it was something I desperately wanted to experience today, in case I was never in this kind of position again.

After today, these guys might not talk to me, they might not respect me - because some guys were assholes with double standards like that - but I would have at least gotten what I wanted. Plus, if I was too embarrassed to ever return to my pool, at least that cost would be balanced by having my COMPLETE fantasy fulfilled. 

So I let Ethan hold me while Mitch's finger slid down to the sopping wet folds of my pussy and then the lubricated length returned to the small bud of my anus and began to push in. I've played with my asshole a little bit, usually with a small dildo or vibrator, while I masturbated and pretended that I was in the middle of a hot man sandwich, so his finger slid in easily enough.

It still felt weird, because unlike one of my boys it was bending and thrusting inside me and it was completely out of my control. I clung to Ethan, moaning as his long fingers massaged my buttocks. From the way he was holding me, the way his upper body was leaning forwards, I could tell that he was looking down the length of my backside and watching the thrust of Mitch's hand as he fingered my virgin asshole. 

I wished I could see what it looked like too, but I could picture it in my head and my insides clenched. 

"Geezus," Mitch muttered, thrusting his finger harder and I moaned. "God Allie, you are so fucking hot..."

"How does it feel, Allie? Does it feel good?" Ethan whispered in my ear. I could feel his cock slowly thickening against me, growing harder and longer. 

"Yeessssss," I hissed as Mitch twisted his finger back and forth.

It felt so different from a toy and so much better too. Especially because Ethan's hands were holding my cheeks apart to make things easier for Mitch; having them work together to touch me was everything I'd ever fantasized about when it came to being with two guys at once. 

Ethan's hands kneaded and squeezed, almost roughly and I shuddered against him as Mitch moved his finger back and forth, loosening up the tight ring of muscle. 

"Who do you want where?" Ethan asked. 

I shook my head. "Don't care."

I felt Ethan shift, knew that he was looking at Mitch... they'd been best friends for so long that they didn't even need to talk in order to sort out what the other wanted. My pussy was leaking like a sieve, my breath coming shorter and faster in anticipation. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. 

The finger in my asshole retreated and Ethan tugged me over to the couch, pulling me down on top of him. My knee came down on one side of him, my foot down on the other. I was ready to to sink down on his beautiful cock, but to my surprise his hands held me off of him - and then I felt the couch cushions shift and Mitch's hands on my hips.

"We don't have any lube, so I'm going to use the natural stuff," Mitch said, and I could actually hear the grin in his voice. I didn't really have an objection, I just wanted to get started before I lost my nerve.

To my surprise, Ethan pulled my head down for a passionate kiss just as Mitch's cock started to push into the wet tunnel of my pussy. He wouldn't have any trouble covering his dick in my natural lubrication, that was for sure. I moaned into Ethan's mouth as I felt the thick length of Mitch's cock shoving deep inside of me, stretching open my walls. Holy crap... I had no idea how hot it could be to be kissing one man while another was sinking into me. Four hands traveled over my body and I had no idea which were whose at this point and I didn't care. 

Fingers plucked at my nipples as Mitch started to pull out and then shove back into my needy pussy, hands massaged my hips, and Ethan's kiss practically burned me alive. I moaned and whimpered as Mitch started to pump in and out of me a few times, getting his dick all slick and shiny with my juices, my tongue tangling with Ethan's as they ran their hands all over my body. 

When Mitch pulled out, I whimpered. That had felt good darnit and I hadn't wanted it to stop!

Then I could feel my hips being pushed down and Ethan pulled away from the kiss; we stared at each other as I started to sink down onto his cock. It was incredibly intimate, seeing the look of ecstasy on his face as my wet warmth surrounded him, feeling him shudder with pleasure underneath my hands. I rose and fell over him, taking him into me again and again, enjoying the hot stretch of muscle and the wonderfully full feeling... and all the while knowing that Mitch was behind us watching me ride Ethan's cock. 

Gripping my hips, Ethan rocked me on his cock a few times, before pulling me securely down atop him. One arm wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly in place on top of him, bent over so that my asshole was open and vulnerable to Mitch, while his fingers began to pluck at my nipple again.

I moaned, shivering with anticipation and apprehension as Mitch spread my cheeks. I could feel his fingers gathering some of the juices around my pussy and Ethan's cock, and then he was pushing two of them into my ass.

They felt HUGE. 

"Oh.... fuuuuuuuuck..." I shuddered and clenched helplessly, my fingernails digging into Ethan's biceps as Mitch forced his fingers into my spasming asshole. It felt uncomfortable... full... burning... and oh so very good. I panted, my body trying to adjust to this new sensation.

Playing by myself with a couple dildos wasn't any kind of substitute for the incredible sensations that were running through me. Ethan's hard cock was flexing inside of me, hot and pulsing, and Mitch's fingers were twisting and probing in a way that I could never duplicate on my own. Sprawled across Ethan's chest, my hips moved the little bit that they were able in response to the guys' manipulation of my body, but Ethan was holding me too tightly for me to be able to truly ride him anymore.

When Mitch pulled out his fingers I felt my entire body spasm and tighten in instinctive fright, despite how badly I wanted this.

Immediately Ethan's fingers left my breast and he started stroking my neck and back soothingly. 

"It's okay sweetheart... just relax. We're gonna make you feel good," he crooned in my ear, his deep voice rumbling in his chest and through my frame. 

I tried to force my muscles to relax as the wet tip of Mitch's cock nosed against the tight bud of my anus, but of course I couldn't help the second - and third and fourth - thoughts that were now racing through my mind. Could I handle this? 

Then he was pushing inside of me and it was too late. The tight ring of my anus protested as the pressure grew and I groaned at the strain.

"Slower," I pleaded; I'd never felt the lower part of my body ache so much. It was both fantastic and awful, a mix of pleasure and pain like I'd never experienced before. 

"Fuck she's tight..."

Mitch and I both moaned as the head of his cock popped into the constrained channel of my backside, firmly planting his tip within me. Beneath me, Ethan's hips rocked, sending a flare of pleasure through my buzzing clit to counteract the discomfort of having my virgin asshole breached. 

Very slowly, to the sound of my whimpers and Ethan's groans as I clenched around him, Mitch began to work his cock back and forth inside of my ass, tunneling a little deeper each time. White lights sparked and flared in my eyes as every nerve ending in my body tingled and sizzled with a myriad of sensations. I was lost in a sea of erotic pain and pleasure, buffeted back and forth between the waves, as my lower body was filled with cock.

When Mitch's body was finally resting against my backside, I nearly sobbed with relief. I'd never felt so incredibly full, so incredibly stretched. It was the perfect storm of sensation, a blend of everything wonderful and terrible, a symphony of strain and bliss. 

Then they began to move. 

I sobbed, moaning incoherently, as they took turns thrusting into my holes. Their cocks dragged against my clenching openings, wetly surging inside of me, dueling for primacy of sensation and I was reduced to a shivering wreck of a sensual vessel, there for their pleasure. 

Ethan's lips found mine again, kissing me deeply, holding me against him as he and Mitch rocked me between them, pummeling my body with their cocks. The tingling went from the tips of my toes to my fingers, every inch of skin humming with the sensual overload. 

Everything felt amazing, as if my entire world had shrunk down to one explosive sexual experience. The orgasm didn't slam into me, it didn't grow, it was just suddenly there... filling me with the most intense ecstasy, as if it had just suddenly bloomed inside me. I writhed and sobbed; the thrusting cocks felt even bigger as my body spasmed around them, the pleasure riding me becoming so intense that I couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and anther began. 

I screamed, I scratched, and I came until I thought I might pass out. 

The thrusting had become increasingly erratic, both of them picking up pace and not entirely evenly, until I felt Mitch's hard thrust into my ass. He groaned, holding himself completely still, and I could feel every pulse of his cock as he filled up my backside with hot cream. The sudden stillness in my ass sent Ethan into overdrive, making me clench tightly around both of them, milking Mitch as Ethan groaned and tensed beneath me. 

I sobbed into Ethan's chest as I felt him begin to cum inside me, my pussy felt hot and tingling, as if someone was running an electric current through it. The pulses of pleasure didn't subside until both men had emptied themselves into my body, and only then was I able to relax between them.

Relax... hell, I collapsed. Crying again. 

"Allie... are you okay?"

"Talk to us, sweetheart..."

"We didn't hurt you did we?"

The concerned voices helped to anchor me and I shuddered, taking in a deep, shuddering breath as I felt them carefully dislodge from my body. "I'm good... I'm fine... that wast just... more than I expected.... oh fuck..."

Mitch chuckled as Ethan's arms tightened around me, his hand stroking my hair. 

"Stay put, I'm going to get something to clean you up," Mitch said, patting my bottom affectionately. If my legs didn't feel so weak I might have kicked him. I rolled my eyes. Like I'd thought, Mitch was acting like having sex was no big deal.

It was really Ethan's reaction I was more worried about. He'd become a lot more unpredictable today. 

I heard the door to the office close and realized that the rolling sounds of thunder had stopped. Although we probably still had some time before any of the other pool rats showed up. 

With my head resting on Ethan's chest and his fingers making soothing little circles on my back, I found that I really didn't want to move. Especially since the lower half of my body felt like it had gone on vacation. I didn't want to look at him either, that might ruin the moment. 

Even though Mitch hadn't changed his demeanor towards me, I really hoped that Ethan would. If he was mean to me now or had totally lost respect for me then I would deal with it, but I couldn't help remembering that little comment Mitch had made about Ethan's feelings for me. I had no idea whether or not to take that seriously, but a little kernel of hope had sprung up inside me. 

"So... what are you doing tonight?"

I was so entranced by the rumbling vibrations his chest made when he spoke that it took me a moment to sort out what he'd actually said. 

"Um... hanging out at the pool till it closes and then going home... the usual." At least I prayed that was what I'd be doing. If he was mean to me now, I might run. After putting some clothes on of course. 

I could feel him toying with the ends of my hair, wrapping it around his fingers. Dammit, if I had to run that might hurt. 

"I was hoping maybe you'd go to dinner with me after I get off work..."

"Really?" I couldn't keep the shock out of my voice and I pushed up on my hands so that I could see his face. I needed to be able to see his expression and judge his sincerity.

The look he was giving me was decidedly grumpy. Handsome, hot as hell, but definitely grumpy. 

"Well yeah... didn't you hear Mitch say that I'd always had a crush on you?" He asked the question fiercely but he was blushing too. I stared, more than a little fascinated. 

Then I shook myself, remembering that I was naked on top of him. Great, now we were both blushing.

I let out a little huff of air. "Yes, but you didn't say anything."

"Well, I am now. Will you go out to dinner with me?"

"You don't care that I just had sex with you and your best friend?"

Now it was Ethan's turn to be a little huffy. "Honestly? It's not my ideal scenario and I'm not sure I'd ever want to repeat it again... it was like combining heaven and hell. Heaven because I was fulfilling my fantasy of being with you, and hell because your fantasy involved more than just me."

I smiled, feeling a little shy which was absurd given the circumstances. 

"If it helps, I think my curiosity has been appeased... that was amazing, but not something I'd want to do on a regular basis. If ever again."

The pleased look on Ethan's face was almost cute. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. It was... a fantasy. And now I know what it feels like... and I think I'm going to be really sore tomorrow..." I giggled and Ethan chuckled. "And I was never really that kind of girl. I just wanted to be, for a day. For today."

"Good," Ethan said fiercely, pulling me down for a kiss. It was demanding, passionate, and everything I could want it to be. I was starting to feel the overwhelming urge to pinch myself, except that there was no way I would be fantasizing about having my pussy and asshole feel this sore so I knew I wasn't dreaming. Now that we weren't in the midst of having sex, I was able to just appreciate what it felt like to kiss him with all that sexy body underneath mine and at my disposal. I'm not ashamed to tell you that my hands were wandering like mad, touching every part of him that I wasn't lying on top of until the kiss ended. "Then you'll go to dinner with me tonight?"

"Yes," I said, smiling brilliantly.

"Thank god," Mitch's voice was so loud it practically echoed through the room and both of us jumped. "I always knew you two would be perfect together."

Ethan scowled, sitting up with me on his lap and angling my body so that Mitch couldn't see as much of it. Which was both silly and sweet. "Then why did you jump at the threesome angle?"

"It's Allie..." Mitch looked at Ethan like he was demented. "Of course I jumped. I'm not an idiot."

"Just as long as you aren't going to be jumping anymore," Ethan said sternly. 

"I wouldn't do that to you, man. Here." Mitch tossed Ethan the roll of tissue paper that he'd gone to get. "You can do the honors, since I don't think you'll want me getting close enough to help." He winked. 

"Wouldn't matter if he did want to jump me again," I said, amused and relieved that things weren't going to be totally awkward. "I'm pretty sure I get a say in the matter."

"Aww, Allie, you're breaking my heart..." Mitch put his hand over the organ in question and pretended to stagger out of the room. I giggled and Ethan chuckled reluctantly. 

"I had a really big crush on you in high school," I said. 

Ethan raised one dark eyebrow at me. "Then why did you never give me the time of day?"

"Why were you always mean to me?"

"Because I liked you. Duh."

"Well back at you. Duh."

We grinned at each other. Silly, soppy grins. And damn, didn't he look hot even doing that.