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Gathering Storm Ch. 01

By: Many Feathers



I'd been divorced for the better part of two years. And though I had had a few one night stands here and there, my sex-life at the moment was far less than satisfactory. It had been nearly five months now since I'd even been with a woman and I was climbing the walls. About the only thing keeping me sane was losing myself in work, and my right hand. When the opportunity came to attend a three-day seminar at a fairly nice resort close to where I lived, I jumped at the chance. I had been to a similar one several years prior, and though married at the time...and tempted, I hadn't allowed myself to be tempted, even though the opportunity and offers had certainly presented themselves. This time, should that happen again, I had every intention of indulging myself.

I had arrived early on Sunday, as most who would be attending would do. That evening there would be a small cocktail affair, a "meet and greet" as we called them. The seminar itself beginning bright and early the following day, lasting through Wednesday. What was nice however, was most of the sessions only lasted until one or two in the afternoon, allowing everyone plenty of time to relax out by the pool, or in a lot of cases, meet in small groups to discuss what had been presented, and do what was called "home-work" in preparation for the following day.

At forty-four years of age, I still considered myself to be reasonably attractive and in fairly good shape. I didn't have the perfectly flat stomach I once had, but playing tennis and golfing periodically had helped to keep me reasonably toned. With a full head of dark hair, though with a bit of a salt and pepper look to it now, I hadn't had a difficult time meeting women and enjoying the pleasure of their company on occasion. Give the time and opportunity to do so. Like I said, it had been five months. Just thinking about it had given me an erection as I unpacked putting things away in the room I'd be staying in over the next three days. Deciding to head down to the pool, even though it was still early yet, I was in hopes of at least scouting things out for those who were likewise looking for a little adventure during the seminar.

It happened almost faster than I could have ever imagined. As I later learned, her name was Cynthia, a long raven-haired beauty with alabaster skin that looked almost porcelain in appearance. She stood easily close to six feet, minus an inch or two, with long shapely legs that just seemed to go on forever. And though she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, it certainly wasn't overly revealing. Her breasts were just large enough to hint at a reasonably nice size, a bit of revealing cleavage without her breasts threatening to tumble out of the cups like so many far more revealing bikinis tended to do these days. But then again...this was a business trip after all. It only stood to reason that it wasn't the sort of place where you'd expect someone to be so openly flaunting their bodies as they might normally do otherwise.

Cynthia had purposely placed herself under one of the large umbrellas, obviously not a sun worshiper, and much like me...just out to enjoy the warmth of the day, relaxing with a drink by the pool, watching everyone else being idiots. When the waiter brought me my first drink, a Long Island Iced tea, she smiled upon seeing me receiving it, motioning the waiter over to her seconds later.

"I'll have one of those," she said pleasantly. The lilt of her voice pure, friendly, yet even then sensually suggestive as she spoke. Once again she smiled at me after the waiter left to get her drink.

"You here for the seminar?" I asked hopefully. 

"Yes, and you?" She inquired back.

"I am," I grinned giving her a look at my own bright smile, something that had in the past at least opened a few doors towards further communication. She grinned back.

"You live here locally or are you attending from out of town?"

"Sort of locally," I laughed. Live about an hour's drive away is all. But I much prefer staying here as opposed to having to commute back and forth every day. And besides, I'd much rather spend time relaxing here out by the pool between sessions as opposed to wasting the time driving back home. She laughed at that too, nodding her head in agreement, which is when we then introduced ourselves to one another. Cynthia lived almost an identical distance away in the opposite direction, and was staying at the resort for the same reasons I was. 

"So Jack, are you married? Kids?" She asked after we'd spent a brief amount of time making small talk.

"Divorced," I replied. "And no...no kids thankfully," I told her. "Not that I didn't want...my ex-wife simply couldn't. How about you?" I inquired now curious about her as well, though I hadn't noticed a wedding ring on her finger.

"I'm divorced too," she smiled once again. "Five years now, and happy to remain single," she then added. "I do have one daughter, and she's a handful as it is, though she will be heading off to attend University here soon, and so hopefully that will give me a little more free time to actually look around a bit," she again grinned, though I noticed she had now turned the chair she was sitting in, in order to face me a bit more directly. As she did, I once again had the chance to admire those long legs of hers, and briefly imagined them wrapping themselves around me as I thrust in and out of what I could only further imagine as a nice warm, tight cunt.

"So Jack...after we finish these drinks, would you like to fuck?" She asked.

For a second, I wondered if I had heard her right. Especially sitting there staring at those long legs of hers, which I only then realized she had opened up a bit, giving me a very subtle look at the juncture between her legs. Perhaps it was my own subconscious fantasizing I'd heard her say the words while looking at her. I know my mouth was open as I sat there trying to convince myself she'd actually said that. She laughed.

"Sorry if that was a bit forward...a bit crass, but the truth is, I like you. And I'd like to spend whatever free time we do have here enjoying myself. So...like I said, your place or mine?"

Neither one of us finished our drinks, heading up to her room, which was a bit of a surprise as she'd booked a much nicer suite than the one I had. Seeing that, I then realized she made a far better living than I did. But the fact she was interested in me, even knowing that perhaps, made the entire three day stay there far more enjoyable than I could have possibly hoped for. And she had a body to die for as I quickly found out.

The seminar ended all too soon. We'd gone back up to her room that last night, figuring as I did it would be a sweet, but totally expected 'good-bye' fuck and nothing more than that. I for one however, didn't want it to end, and as I found out quite unexpectedly, neither did she.

Cynthia was sitting on my cock riding me, which was a pleasurable enough joy all by itself. I loved being able to reach up and fondle those magnificent breasts of hers, rose colored nipples, thick and hard which she loved having me play with. Even rough at times, especially when she climaxed.

"You should come up and visit us," she told me. "I have a nice little place next to the beach. It's not big mind you, but it is nice and comfortable. Nothing better than being able to go out in the early morning, or late at night and walk along the beach, watching the waves come in."

"A beach house? Damn...I'd like that," I responded eagerly, though trying not to appear too eager even when I said it. "When?"

She laughed, even as close as she was to having an orgasm as she continued to hump me, sliding up and down my hard stiff cock. "How about this weekend she asked? Can you come up and spend a few days?" I did have some time coming to me, quite a bit of time actually as I hadn't taken a decent vacation in a couple of years. My boss had in fact been pressuring me to do so.

"I think I can manage a few days, sounds fun," I just managed as I felt her pussy suddenly liquefy, her nectar suddenly pouring forth bathing my cock in her sweet succulent juice. As always, she cried out deeply allowing herself to fully feel the intensity of her orgasm. After she'd collected herself, now lying prone against me, the softness of her breasts and those amazingly hard nipples of her pressed against my chest. She sighed.

"Yes...it would be, though I hope you can put up with my daughter while you're there visiting with us. She can be a bit of a pain in the ass," she warned. "Unfortunately, she's taken it upon herself to become my protective guardian, always worried about any of the men I meet. Which admittedly I do have to thank her for in a way. She's chased away more than one man who was simply interested in me more for my money than for any sort of honest, real relationship."

"I can assure you, I'll be on my best behavior," I sighed back as she slowly began working that incredible pussy of hers around my shaft again, already starting to work herself up and towards another nice enjoyable little orgasm, which I knew...I'd be sharing with her this time.

"It's not your behavior I'm worried about," she laughed. And then fucked me into oblivion.

**

I drove up to where she said she lived first thing Saturday morning, arriving just before noon. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I pulled into the circular drive. "If this is her idea of a small little place..."

Maybe it wasn't quite as big as many of the other nearby homes, all perched on the cliffs overlooking the ocean below. But it was bigger than anything I'd ever lived in myself, and twice as nice. Obviously as I'd already surmised, she was well off, doing far better than I was, and I'd always considered myself financially well enough off too...but certainly nothing like this.

Cynthia met me at the door, this time wearing what I'd expected to see her in the first time perhaps. A black bikini that barely covered her anywhere, though it gave a stark contrast to her flawless near perfect skin. She hugged me, already settling her breasts against my chest as she invited me inside. Once again, I stood in awe looking through twenty foot high double-pained windows overlooking the ocean beyond. The view was spectacular as she led me further into the house.

"Glad you could make it," she said kissing me, and then led me over towards the window for a closer look. "That's Joy," she said as we approached. Now being able to see the likewise beautiful redwood deck that would be even more desirable to sit out on overlooking the ocean, I now saw an even more spectacular view, and one that surprised me a bit. Though I couldn't as yet see her face, I could see everything else about her, or nearly so anyway. Unlike her mother, Joy was obviously a sun-worshiper. She was currently laying on the deck having spread out a large beach towel...but more surprisingly, was the fact she was entirely naked. Needless to say, I was speechless. "Like I said," she laughed seeing the look in my face. "It's her behavior I'm more worried about. Trying to keep clothes on her is like telling her not to breathe. It's almost impossible, though I'm sure once she's had her fun making you feel awkward, she'll dress."

"Oh goodie," I thought to myself. "This should be interesting."

"Come on, I'll introduce you to her."

"Maybe you should let her know I'm here first," I suggested, still surprised that Cynthia was even allowing me to see her daughter this way.

"Trust me...she knows. She saw you pulling up. She's only been out there a few minutes, no doubt waiting for me to bring you out. Like I said Jack, as much as I try to...I can't totally control her. But the whole point of this will be to see if she can rattle you some. She'll no doubt be trying to size you up first, getting an idea of who it is you really are, and if she thinks you're just out to get into my pants, and then my money. Obviously she knows you've already done the first one...so now it's all about the second one."

Now I said it aloud. "This should prove to be interesting," I said just under my breath, but Cynthia heard it and giggled.

"Always is..."

There was a much smaller porch just through the sliding doors with a small set of steps leading down to the much larger spacious deck below which she was laying on. Even when Cynthia opened the door, and with the sound of our steps leading down towards her, she didn't bother to even turn to look up, remaining motionless almost as though asleep. Which obviously now, I knew she wasn't.

"Joy honey?" Her mother said. "This is Jack," she said simply. Only then did Joy roll over onto her side, shielding her eyes with her hand as she looked up towards me. She had long blonde hair, and the sun now backlit it giving her an almost angelic look. Her eyes said otherwise however as she more or less simply glared at me. Once again the problem was however, she was naked. And turning to look at me quite clearly revealed her rather full breasts, larger than Cynthia's were, though likewise having the same thick protruding nipples that her mother's had. But in addition to that, also unlike her mother who sported a small neatly trimmed little strip of pubic hair just above her mound, Joy's was completely bare. She obviously waxed it, or kept it totally shaved.

"Hi," she said simply and then rolled over again acting totally disinterested. If her intention had been to shock or disarm me, it had worked though I certainly hadn't let on, moving over to stand at the railing looking out at the crystal blue sea beyond, putting Cynthia's daughter purposely behind me so I would stand there and appear to be gawking at her.

"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the house, and then later if you'd like, we'll take a stroll along the beach."

I quickly followed Cynthia back inside, not once looking back, though I noticed through the corner of my eye, Joy had indeed rolled over onto her back, no doubt purposely doing so, seeing if I would in fact look back at her, which I didn't. I smiled inwardly to myself. "Oh yeah...this is apt to be a very interesting stay here...very interesting indeed!"

I was again a little surprised when Cynthia led me into her own master bedroom where I unpacked, placing what little I'd brought along with me into one of her empty dresser drawers. After changing into a pair of swim trunks I joined her in the kitchen where she fixed up a few sandwiches to go along with a couple of cold beers. Once she had, she led me back outside onto the deck to eat and enjoy the view. Joy had slipped back into a covering of sorts, though it did little if anything to cover up much of her naked body beneath it. I could still clearly see the outline of her rosy pink nipples peeking out at me as she took a seat across the two of us at the table.

"So...how long are you planning on visiting with us?" She asked me directly, which I honestly had to wonder about, why she and her mother hadn't already discussed this perhaps.

"Just for a few days," I informed her. "Over the weekend, and then through Wednesday," I explained.

"Which reminds me," Cynthia said jumping in. "I do have to work Monday and Tuesday, but I was able to take Wednesday off, so we'll at least have the last day of your visit here together."

I was surprised to hear that. I'd been expecting her to spend the entire time with me, which now did make me feel a little awkward in having planned the time off spending it here.

"Sorry," she went on further. "Important project I've been working on, and they pushed things up a little, so not much I could do about it. But I didn't want you to have to cancel your plans just because of me. And...after all, we do have the rest of the day and tomorrow together anyway. And the evenings here are always nice."

I had glanced over towards Joy as she said that, and could have sworn I had seen a smirk on the young woman's face when she heard that. Even then I began wondering if I had indeed bitten off more than I could chew here, which was confirmed seconds later for me when Cynthia spoke to her.

"Try and behave if you would dear please? While Jack's staying with us? He is a guest in our home you know, and someone I have every intention of getting to know better."

"Don't worry mother," Joy said in response to that. "I'll make sure to keep him amused and entertained while you're at work."

"That's what I'm afraid of," she said in response to that, though the two of them actually laughed about it. I chuckled as well...nervously however. Wondering as I did, just what the hell it was I had gotten myself into. It didn't take long for me to find out.

**

Sitting out on the deck, Cynthia's cell phone rang. Picking it up, she looked and saw who the call was from before answering. "Sorry...I need to take this, I'll try and not be too long," she stated standing, and then walked back up the stairs into the house. Obviously she worked, even when she wasn't supposed to, though I guess that was the price she was willing to pay for living the life of luxury she obviously did. The moment she did, Joy sat back in her chair, pulling the cover up she had on up and over her head, once again now sitting in front of me with her tits hanging out. It was hard not to look, though I purposely turned my head trying to look out over the ocean rather than directly at her.

"Please don't tell me your gay, mother will be very disappointed if you are," she informed me. "Bad enough if you're actually fucking her. Worse if you're actually gay and then fucking her...for her money."

Now I did look. "I'm not interested in your mother's wealth," I assured her trying to sound a bit irritated and indignant...on purpose. But all she did was chuckle to herself, shaking her tits some as she did.

"Well at least you're now looking at me and not simply ignoring me," she stated. "Though I will give you points for not actually ogling like so many of the men do that mothers had out here."

I wanted to ask her how many men her mother had had out here, but didn't. Though it now did make me wonder how many others had gone through this same obvious scrutiny. By the sound of it...many had.

"Hard to ignore a beautiful naked woman," I ventured, now looking at her purposely. "And especially one that enjoys flaunting it, just to see what sort of a reaction she can get."

"And am I getting one?" she asked leaning over as though to peek beneath the table at me. Truth was, I did have a partial erection. But at least it was only a partial one, and certainly not noticeable even if she had been able to lean over far enough to actually look. It was of course merely a suggested teasing ruse because she didn't lean far enough over to actually do so before sitting up straight in her chair once again. Though she did lean back, thus thrusting out her own perky young tits at me as she did so.

I just shook my head at her, though smiling a bit as I did. She continued however not actually expecting, or perhaps even wanting a real response to that. She shook her head, her blonde hair releasing and then settling again seductively over her shoulders, part of which had now covered one of her breasts. I wondered how many times she'd performed that movement, practicing it until her hair landed perfectly the way it just had. One nipple peaking out between the long blonde tendrils, like an eye looking through a keyhole towards me.

"I love the smell of the ocean, and the warmth of the sun on my body," she'd continued still eying me. "It always makes me horny sitting outside like this," she now continued as her hand suddenly slithered down between her legs even though I couldn't see what she was doing...even if she was really doing it. Though by her subtle hand movement, it certainly looked like she was. "I love masturbating out here," she next informed me. "You enjoy jerking off outside?"


Gathering Storm Ch. 01



"Once or twice," I answered her back seeing her eyebrows lift a little in response to that. "Don't have the luxury of such a nice place as this to do it however," I said still eyeing her, refusing to let her force me into turning my eyes away first, which I now believe she was trying to do. Especially when one hand came up, cupping her one uncovered breast, fondling and caressing it as she sat there, a small knowing smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying this, enjoying the fact I was indeed now looking at her, and obviously well aware of what she was doing to herself. If again...she in fact really was.

"Well, feel free...whenever you'd like," she informed me a bit teasingly perhaps, though no doubt trying to lure me into something, or tempting me...which I was fairly sure she was doing. Her mother certainly had warned me before hand about her behavior, but I hadn't figured this is what she'd actually meant when she'd said that. Though as I sat there watching her actually touching herself...if she really was, if this hadn't been what she'd meant by that.

"I think I'll save it for later...for your mother," I shot back tiring of her silly game, which she seemed to sense as she only then removed her hand from her breast as well as from between her legs, though she did stick her middle finger inside her mouth, closing her lips around it and licking it off.

"Yeah...me too," she said staring at me, still sucking her finger as she stood up. "Think I'll head inside for a bit and take a nap," she then stated and began passing around behind me on her way up the stairs. It was then that I felt her hand lightly brush against the back of my neck as she slipped by. She stopped briefly before going up though, once again turning to face me. "I'm sure she'll be on the phone for a while yet, plenty of time to take it out and jerk one off before she comes back, if you'd like to," she giggled, and then hurried along up the stairs back inside the house.

"Fuck me!" I said quietly to myself, admittedly enjoying that tight firm little ass of hers, thinking that it probably deserved a nice hard spanking. Though even that, after what I'd already learned about her, she'd probably enjoy a bit too much. "Way too much," I then added, and realized my cock was rock hard solid. I wondered... in passing around behind me, obviously looking down as she had, her hand briefly brushing across my shoulders as she did that, if she hadn't actually seen it. Even looking down at myself now...I certainly could.

Cynthia returned a short few minutes later. "Sorry about that, shouldn't have any more calls interrupting us today," she smiled apologetically. "And I'm also sorry about Joy too, not like I didn't warn you," she told me. "It's just one way she has of looking out for me, no doubt she tested you while I was inside?" She slightly questioned, seeing the confirmed expression on my face that she had. "I do hope that didn't shock or offend you if she did," Cynthia went on. "I've honestly tried speaking to her about it, about her antics...but to no avail. I can assure you however, she has no intention of actually trying to seduce you, it's all an act, trying to see if she can get you to more fully reveal yourself to her, and thus prove to me that you're perhaps not the person I think you are. But again...sorry if you're uncomfortable with her having done that. I do love her very much, and appreciate the fact she's always looking out for me, but her methods can be a bit trying at times."

"Yeah, I can only imagine," I said grinning a little. "But hopefully, she'll soon realize I'm not here to try and steal your money. The only thing I would enjoy doing at the moment...is fucking you perhaps."

Cynthia tossed her head back laughing. "Well then, by all means. Lets!"

When she stood up and peeled off her bikini top, I initially thought she was doing it as her own way of enticement, prepared then to follow her back into the house, and perhaps up to her bedroom where we might have a bit of privacy. Instead, she then slipped off her bikini bottoms and walked over towards the rail leaning over it, her beautiful bare breasts straddling the top railing. I knew then what it was...and where, she really wanted it. "I do so love fucking out here looking out over the ocean," she told me.

I turned looking back towards the house briefly, thought I caught movement from the second set of curtains on the upper most level of the house, the far left end as opposed to the right end where I knew her mother's bedroom was. That one had to have been where Joy's bedroom must be. And I knew then...there was a pretty good chance she'd be looking at us. Perhaps now it was my turn to turn the tables just a little. I quickly stepped out of the swim trunks I had on, allowing my hard turgid member to spring free as I slowly walked towards her mother. I did so purposely, slowly before letting it rest against and between Cynthia's likewise near perfect ass. I could almost imagine the view it must have given, seeing me do that, just before I spread Cynthia's ass a bit, and then slid deeply and quickly into the depths of her warm, slick inviting sweet pussy.

**

We had in fact taken a stroll along the beach watching the sunset together. After which we headed back towards the house and up the private flight of stairs from the beach. Joy was waiting for us when we arrived, though I was glad to see her dressed. Though what she currently had on wasn't much more than simply being naked again. The bright red bikini she had on left very little to the imagination, especially with her very prominent nipples poking through the almost too thin triangles of material barely covering each one. 

"Joy honey? Why don't you run up and pour us all a glass of wine while I get dinner started here," she asked her. Without hesitation or complaint, she did so, running up ahead of her mother as I took a seat at the patio table again, enjoying the florescence of the waves as the moon light now lit them, watching them crash against the beach and a few areas where the rocks were now exposed further along down the beach from where we were. Joy returned moments later with a glass of wine in both hands, handing one to me. Though the way she even did that was suspect. She'd purposely passed it by a little too closely to my face before handing it off. I had caught a whiff of her when she did that. A very obvious, and yet very subtle odor which I'd become recently familiar with. One not unlike her mothers. I sniffed the wine instead however, purposely doing so, though letting her be aware of the fact her intentions and ploy hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Full bodied," I stated, sniffing the wine again, and then sipping it. "Nice aroma...flavor."

"You think so?" she grinned. "Or are you talking about the wine?"

The smell of pussy on her finger had been almost too obvious, as she'd brushed it by my nose dangerously close, holding the wine glass in her hand as she'd done that before handing it to me. 

"Both," I answered her back taking another sip. "Though I'm a bit more partial to a more mature vintage," I then added seeing her scowl upon hearing that.

We sat in silence for a moment or two, both still sipping our wine listening to the waves crashing below us.

"Enjoyed watching you fuck mother earlier," she said, no doubt still trying to get a rise out of me when she said that. "I can see why she likes fucking you, why she invited you here. Obviously you do have a rather impressive looking cock."

"Thank you, glad you think so," I answered back. "Thought you might be looking down on us," I then stated, letting her know I was fairly confident she had been. "I like your mother, and besides being a smart and knowledgeable business woman, she really is a great fuck too. Not to mention probably being a pretty good cook on top of all that."

Joy actually laughed upon hearing that. "Ok, points for being honest too perhaps. So far anyway..." she further qualified. And then her face grew serious again as she leaned over the table drawing herself a bit closer towards me. "Let's get one thing perfectly straight here between us while we are being honest here," she said talking in low tones, forcing me to lean forward a bit in my seat as well so I could more clearly and easily hear her over the crashing waves periodically hitting the rocks. "If you do have intentions beyond just showing mother a good time...I will find you out, and I will spit you out before you can ever do anything that would ever hurt her," she told me. "So just remember that," she grinned sitting back straight in her chair once again. "Let's put it another way in fact, just so we do understand one another. Anytime you want to fuck me...all you have to do is ask. Once you do, I'll fuck you wherever you'd like...whenever you'd like...as much as you'd like even. But...you'd also have to agree to leave immediately and leave my mother alone once you do."

"I see," I said sitting back in my chair letting her think I was perhaps actually contemplating that. "That simple is it? So...if I said I wanted to fuck you right here...right now, you would? Right in front of your own mother even?"

"If that's what you wanted...then yes. I'd much rather have her be disappointed and upset with me in doing that, than in being disappointed in you, finding out later on that you turned out to be someone other than what you're leading either one of us to believe."

"So you still think I'm not really interested in your mother then, but in her money."

"I do. And I mean to prove it," Joy said leaning forward again. "So...like I said, I'm yours for the taking, anytime...any place, but you'll have to ask me to do it first."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said smiling at her. "Ah...and speaking of your mother..."

Cynthia rejoined us bringing along her own glass of wine. "Dinner's on...be a while yet, now...what was it I heard? You two were speaking about me?" She asked.

"Just getting to know one another a little better," I told Cynthia. "Putting cards out on the table so to speak," I then added.

Cynthia turned towards her daughter with a knowing look in her eyes. "I'm willing to bet she gave you a nice whiff of herself too didn't she?" Cynthia said, startling me a bit with the admission.

"Already told her I prefer a more mature vintage," I said chuckling a bit, now seeing the somewhat pained expression on Joy's face. She drained her wine glass shortly after that. "I think I'll take dinner up in my own room this evening, give the two of you a chance to have a bit more privacy and time together," she stated and then hurriedly left heading back up the stairs into the house.

"Again, I'm sorry Jack if she's made you feel uncomfortable in anyway. Like I said in the beginning, I know she only does it out of concern and worry for me...and yes, for herself too I'm sure...the money and all. Not like I don't know that I've already spoiled her too much as it is. But...there have been a few men who have even fooled me. Never her though. Had it not been for Joy, I'm not sure we'd still have what we do have, or that either one of us would be as comfortable or as secure as we are now. So...I tend to overlook some of her shenanigans from time to time. Provided of course...she doesn't go too far overboard with them."

"Look, I understand. And in a way...I don't blame her for being overly protective of you, no more than you're probably just as overprotective of her too in your own way. You're just looking out for one another, nothing wrong with that. So...if it doesn't worry or upset you, then don't worry about what I'm thinking based on whatever it is that she's doing. So far, if she enjoys yanking my chain a little, and teasing me a bit...even flirting with me. As long as you're aware that she is...and may continue to do. Then don't worry about me. I'm not interested in your daughter. I'm really only interested in getting to know you better first."

"It's nice hearing you say that Jack," Cynthia said leaning her head into and against my shoulder. "I've enjoyed being with you...making love with you, and I'd hate to find out in the end that it's been less than that. We come as a package deal. If in the end Joy can't or won't accept you, it's been our long term agreement, if that's the case, then I won't commit long term to that man. I might continue to see him, even to fuck him from time to time. But it would never be anything more than that, not without Joy's approval. And same goes for her too. If I don't like a guys she's with, or seeing. Same thing there as well. It's just the way it is.

"So in other words, I have to win the daughter over too then, in order to win you."

"If that's your intention...then yes," she smiled hopefully, wondering in fact if it really was. She kissed me, as I kissed her back, hotly, passionately...wondering as I did so...if those truly were my real intentions.

**

We had gone upstairs shortly after dinner and made love. And though still passionate, it had been a sweet tender coupling, leaving her exhausted, and soon after fast asleep there in her bed. She'd had a busy, stressful week, obviously exhausted as I turned out the lights, tucking her in, and then crept quietly out of the room heading down stairs once again.

I was still wide awake, not yet ready to turn in myself. That, and I was jones'ing for a smoke, having not lit one up since I had been here. If there was a time I was going to do so...it was now, especially after having just had sex when it was usually the time I most enjoyed having one.

Just after midnight, it was quiet, all save for those same waves crashing below us. The sound of the surf pounding giving the night a bit of a surreal serenity as I stood there next to the rail enjoying my smoke looking into the darkness beyond, the trail the moon blazed across the ocean beyond like a pathway into nothingness. The sound of her voice startled me, as did her actions. I'd not heard her come up from behind me. Like a prowling cat perhaps, she'd crept up on her unsuspecting prey, and then pounced without warning. It had been her fingers coming up, pulling the cigarette from between my lips that had first alerted me to her presence. I stood there watching her take a deep pull on the cigarette before handing it back to me. 

"Nothing better than a smoke after sex," she informed me. She was again naked, but unfortunately...so was I. I'd been bold enough to have left the room without bothering to dress, thinking everyone actually asleep, though in hindsight, I probably should have known better. And even more importantly, later asked myself if I hadn't subconsciously gone down there like this, wondering if she might in fact actually show up. Which she had. And like I said...naked again too.

I took another drag on my smoke, using the time I did so to once again look at her, taking her all in, especially bathed the way she was in the moonlight. There was no denying it, Joy had a beautiful young gorgeous body, and she obviously knew it, enjoyed flaunting it...showing herself off. Tempting and teasing me as she did so. Which was of course her game. But standing there naked, as I now was myself, was I not too...playing it? I wondered. Maybe I was. Looking at her was arousing. That much I at least had to admit. And though I did indeed like Cynthia, and was certainly enjoying my getting to know her better than I did. What was it that I actually did hope to accomplish here? Cynthia did indeed make a nice living, obviously had a beautiful home out here on the beach where anyone in their right mind would enjoy living. Was there a future in any of this for me...for us? Or was it simply a passing infatuation that would soon end with my going back to my own little corner of the world?

"You're hard," she stated looking down at me as I polished off the smoke, pinching off the hot cherry, before crushing the rest of the smoke between my fingers, setting it off to the side to be picked up and tossed later. She was right. I was. Something about standing here outside like this always had been arousing to me. I loved being naked outdoors, always had, always would. And then added to that, doing so...with a young nubile, very attractive looking woman standing next to me likewise in the nude....well.

"Yeah...I guess I am," I freely admitted. I mean after all...not like I could hide it or anything.

It was then however that I felt her hand reach out, wrapping itself around my shaft. It was already slick as she did that.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Letting you enjoy a little 'Joy Juice'," she quipped continuing to fondle me. I realized then, she had taken a bit of her own lubrication, now applying that to me. Admittedly it felt good...too good in fact. My resolve shaken as I stood there. Yet determined even so.

"I didn't ask to fuck you," I told her, though my voice certainly wasn't in agreement with myself.

"I know, didn't hear you ask either," she said just as easily. "Though the offer still stands." She continued to slowly stroke my cock however, using her own juice to further pleasure me with, taking a bit more, her hand down between her legs again, which she now switched, using the other hand as she went back to slow-stroking my cock for me.

"If you're going to insist on standing there and jerking me off...fine. But you need to know Joy, I have no intention of letting this remain a secret between us. If you're thinking you can tell your mother that I wanted this...allowed this, without mentioning it to her, then you'd better stop."

"So you're actually telling me, you will tell mom I did this to you then...that what I'm hearing?"

"Yes...it is. And don't think that I won't either. I'd rather she hear it from me first. So...if it's your intent to get me aroused," you've succeeded. I'll be the first to admit that I am, already was when I came down here to begin with. And you doing this...isn't making it any easier for me. But...I have no intention of fucking you, or asking to fuck you either." I told her.

"I see," she said letting go of my cock finally, backing up to support herself against the railing again, though she spread her legs slightly, her hand once again down between them. This time I could see, she truly was fingering herself in front of me, openly and without any reservation or inhibition in doing so. "Very well...suit yourself, but I am horny now too...admittedly. And if you like, if you want...you can watch me get myself off. Even join me perhaps. And...if you'd also like, we can keep this between us, or you can tell mom what I did...or even what you did. I won't say a word either way. And that...I do promise you."

"Tell you what Joy," I said already having given this some thought. It was a bit risky perhaps...no telling how Cynthia would in fact react to it in the morning, but if anything...I would at least perhaps give myself some credibility in both of their eyes. "I'm aroused enough that I'm certainly not going to stand here and not give myself a bit of release...especially now that I need to. And...if you're going to stand there and play with yourself in front of me, I'm not about to look away while you do so either. I'll stand here, enjoy looking at you, and jerk myself off. In the morning, as soon as your mom's up however...I will tell her myself what happened here. So...now it's your choice. You can remain, pleasure yourself in front of me while I watch, while I jerk off...which I intend on doing whether you're here or not now. But whatever story I tell your mom...is now entirely dependent upon you."

On the one hand, I was really hoping she'd leave. On the other of course...I hoped she'd stay, continue to fondle herself while I watched her doing so. I mean...after all. Either way however, I would tell Cynthia what had happened here, especially before Joy could...which I felt she would do, regardless. Cynthia might in fact ask me to leave, be upset, who knows. But I was bound and determined, even if she did that, at least she'd know...as would Joy, I hadn't been lying to either one of them.




Gathering Storm Ch. 01



Joy began working her own pussy even more purposely, once again lifting a hand to likewise begin mauling and fondling that exquisite breast of hers. A sore temptation...trust me, as I wished that I could do that to her myself. I refrained however...somehow, though certainly no longer refraining from jacking my cock. Jacking it up and down now as Joy stood on, watching me as I played with my cock right there in front of her, walking towards the railing.

Amazingly enough, we came simultaneously, one or the other of us perhaps triggering it, but nevertheless...hearing her mewled expression of pleasure, the look in her face, the way she stood there with her fingers clamped down on one of her nipples...stretching it. I felt my own balls tighten, knew the familiar tingle of release, which was already at that very moment racing up the length of my shaft. That triggered intensity of eruption, the split second when my spunk leapt from the tip of my dick, momentarily highlighted in the moon light before falling off into the darkness somewhere below us, out over the railing as I stood there. Purposely aiming it that way now, not wanting to spoil or stain the deck. Joy cried out, watching it...watching me shoot, over and over again. Her own deep-throated cry of release mingling now with my own, she turned, facing the railing. I watched in wonder...surprise, even disbelief as the sudden highlighted appearance of her own pearly jettison of female spunk likewise arched away from her, and then disappeared into the depths below us. Glittering briefly for a split second, caught in the moon's soft caressing glow.

"Now I need a cigarette," Cynthia said walking out onto the deck. "Maybe we all need one."

To be continued... 



Gathering Storm Ch. 02



It felt like I had jumped three feet in the air at the sound of Cynthia's voice as she walked up behind us. And unlike us...she at least had a robe on, though I doubted she wore anything beneath it.

"Seriously," she said taking a seat at the table. "I could use one...and a drink," she added. "Bring the Scotch back with you when you come, and a couple of glasses."

"Three...glasses," Joy said jumping in.

I turned heading back up the stairs and inside the house heading for Cynthia's room where I'd left my smokes. I glanced back briefly seeing Joy now taking a seat across from her mother. I knew then that sending me off for smokes, and for the Scotch was purposely done. I slowed down, no sense trying to hurry. If anything, I'd doddle a bit, giving them time to chat. The problem for me was, after what had happened there outside, had pretty much taken away whatever options I'd had.

I knew now that telling Cynthia anything about what had happened would no longer hold any credibility. How long she had been there watching all that was yet another question. What had she heard? What hadn't she? Either way, trying to say anything at this point about it wouldn't accomplish what I had hoped to. And I likewise realized as I finally reached Cynthia's room grabbing up my pack of smokes, that Joy hadn't jumped, hadn't been startled at all. She must have seen, or at least been somewhat aware of her mother's presence. Another indication to me just how dangerous an 'opponent' she truly was, which is how I now saw her, and viewed her. She might indeed be a young woman, but she certainly wasn't a naive or stupid one. She was however very cunning and calculated. If anything, that little performance out on the deck had proven that. And though the two of them were no doubt discussing it even now, I couldn't help but wonder where that would now place me in all of this. At least Cynthia hadn't demanded that I leave, so that was something at least.

Curious, I approached the window in her bedroom pulling back the curtain off to one side peeking out and down below. They were still talking, though I couldn't hear anything being said of course, but even the movement of their heads, hands and arms told me through their animation that they were having a rather heated conversation. I allowed the curtains to fall back into place and began making my way back down into the kitchen area to retrieve the Scotch along with the three glasses.

Rather than walking outside naked again, I grabbed a towel from off the nearby shelf where Cynthia kept a supply of beach towels handy and available. Not having a robe myself, and not wishing to run back up to the room and dress, I wrapped one of those around my torso instead. Grabbing the glasses along with the Scotch and smokes, I took a deep cleansing breath and headed back outside again. At least things appeared calmer between the two of them than I'd spied...noticing earlier. The moment the sliding glass door opened, they fell silent, though still looking directly at one another, and not at me even as I approached. In silence, I poured each one of us a drink, and then offered them both a smoke. Joy declined, but Cynthia accepted one as I held the lighter for her. She took a deep drag on the cigarette, coughed, and took another.

"Ten years," she said dragging on it again, taking a sip of her Scotch and then crushing the smoke out on the tabletop leaving it there in an act of defiance perhaps. I lit my own, walked over to the railing leaning against it and just stood there.

"I'm going to bed," Joy announced draining her drink in one gulp, setting the glass down on the table. She turned without saying anything further, nor looking at me as she ascended the stairs. I followed her with my eyes, just as Cynthia did until she'd disappeared inside the house. Only then did Cynthia stand up, approaching me. I wondered now if this is where she'd politely ask me to leave. I was prepared for it if she did.

"Did she invite you to fuck her?" She asked point blank. I saw no point in lying to her, especially now. I still had no idea of course how much she'd seen, how much she'd heard, it mattered not. If she asked me anything, I would tell her, the truth.

"Yes she did."

Cynthia nodded her head. "I knew she would, she always does," she informed me, turning to face the railing looking out into the darkness as she stood next to me. I turned, likewise looking out taking another drag on my cigarette. "Would you like to?" She now asked without looking at me. "I saw...saw you looking at her, watching her while she played with herself, while you...while you stroked your cock."

"I know, and yes...under different circumstances, I would. I won't lie to you Cynthia. She is beautiful, she is sexy...and she's a damn tempting siren. But so are you Cynthia," I said turning towards her once again. "I didn't come here to meet her, or fuck her. I came here to be with you."

Cynthia reached up taking the cigarette from between my lips, she held it to her own taking another drag off it, not coughing this time, and then flicked it over the railing. The moment she'd done that, I felt her hands as she easily undid the knot in the towel I had wrapped around myself. It fell away down around my feet. As it did, Cynthia knelt using it as a cushion of sorts, her hand immediately coming up to wrap itself around my very limp, very flaccid prick.

"You probably will you know," she said now placing her mouth around my slowly stiffening cock as she lightly sucked it.

"Will what?" I asked glancing up towards Joy's bedroom. And though it was dark, I noticed the curtains not hanging quite straight, wondering as I stood there if she was indeed looking down at us again, just as I'd done.

"Fuck her," she added sucking me in again, the feel of her tongue now dancing around the tip of my cock, spearing the tiny eye-slit for a moment, and then back...lapping away at it.

"I have...no...intention...of doing that," I just managed, finding it a bit surreal to be standing here discussing this like we were, Cynthia's mouth, tongue and lips now lavishing pleasure upon my rapidly stiffening prick.

"I know you don't...but you will. They all do...eventually," she responded back, still sucking, mouthing...and tonguing me.

I glanced up again, not really meaning too, but the pleasure her mouth was now bringing me literally forced my head back as I bent even further back against the railing. I noticed when I did, there no longer appeared to be an opening in the curtains, slight as it might have been. I still couldn't be sure of course, it may have been nothing more than my imagination, but I wondered.

"I won't," I assured her again, damn near gritting my teeth.

"You will," she replied lapping away furiously now, the tender tickle of her tongue nearly driving me insane, as was this bizarre conversation we were having. "You may not..." she now added confusing me even further. "But...you'll want to, and eventually, you'll tell her that. Just don't lie to me about it when you do. I couldn't handle it, knowing that." Cynthia drew me inside her mouth fully, now sucking me hard, causing me to lose all train of thought. I didn't have a better answer for her than the one I'd already given her anyway. But I also knew as she now drew me closer and closer towards orgasm again, that Monday and Tuesday were apt to be very trying days. Very trying and tempting days indeed.

"Oh fuck," I moaned instead, feeling the surge of sweetness suddenly racing up the length of my cock. I reached out placing my hands on the back of her head, letting my fingers entangle within her long soft flowing hair. Like holding onto the reins of a horse, I held her like that, feeling the delicious purge of semen now filling her mouth. She swallowed, trying to keep up with me as I nearly drowned her. Finally, the explosion and stars I saw inside my head gradually subsiding, as did her continued sucking, licking. She pulled her mouth away, though her tongue still lapped, encircling, and demanding every trace of my spending. I opened my eyes looking down at her. She looked up, her tongue now cleaning off her lips. I bent forward, hands coming up inside her armpits, lifting her, helping her to stand kissing her fully and deeply when I did that. I could taste the pungent flavor of myself on her as I kissed her, as she kissed me back, tongues dancing, fencing with one another. And then I picked her up, walked over the few short feet towards the table. I sat her down on top of it, picked up my towel folding it, creating a pillow for her, and then pushed her back. In seconds, I had my mouth on her. I felt and tasted her heat, the musky aroma and salty sweetness of her own desire. I speared her with my tongue, hands already coming up to capture her sweet magnificent breasts. I rolled her nipples playfully between my fingers, my tongue flicking lightly at the core of her center, her clit like a hard little prick. Swollen, throbbing, as she groaned out her pleasure, loud enough to actually be heard over the sound of the pounding surf below us.

The wind had picked up as well. Clouds already beginning to filter across the moon lit sky making it even darker, harder to see the night as I devoured Cynthia's cunt, sucking and licking away at her sweet hard little clit.

A storm was coming.

**

I woke up to the sound of the wind beating against the window. Little if any sunlight filtering through, the skies clouded over with the promise of rain. I looked over, the indentation of the bed the only indication that Cynthia had indeed slept next to me. I slid out of bed, this time slipping into a baggy pair of shorts, not even bothering to locate a pair of fresh underwear from the drawer first. I'd do that later after my shower. I headed towards the closed door, opened it listening. Though I couldn't hear them, couldn't hear voices...I did hear the sound of the TV somewhere below, and then headed towards the kitchen. Cynthia must have heard me coming, she'd poured me a cup of freshly brewed coffee handing me one as she stood sipping hers, looking at the TV, specifically the news as the cute young weather reporter went on about the rapidly gathering storm outside.

"Looks like we're in for a pretty good one," Cynthia told me. "Here by tomorrow afternoon," she stated. "I might need your help later, securing the windows, putting away the table and deck chairs, and whatever else might get blown away."

She then explained to me how she had an automatic system that would roll out a thick piece of Plexiglas over all the windows, or hard wooden shutters over the smaller ones which she asked me to help her secure later if it appeared to be getting worse. I was reminded that she needed to head into town, into work in the morning.

"Don't go," I told her. "Surely they don't expect you to drive all that way in this?" I questioned.

"No choice. I have to. We have clients that are flying in today, it's an important meeting, one that will secure millions for a project I've been working on. I'm heading it up. I can't not go and leave everyone sitting there just because of a little wind and rain," she stated turning back into the kitchen pouring herself another cup of coffee.

"I wouldn't call this a little wind," I said as just then the large windowpanes rattled as though confirming my concerns.

"I'll try and cut the meeting short, if I can..." she added. "But I do have to go."

"I'll go back with you then," I suggested. She turned smiling at me, very much aware of my real intent in saying that.

"No, you stay here...if nothing else, I'd rather you did so and not leave Joy all alone here if it really does get bad."

I laughed nervously. Ironic enough as it was. Even the weather seemed to be against me for some reason, as though fate had already cast the die. It seemed as though Poseidon himself was out to get me...tempt me, leaving me alone with Joy when that was now the last thing I wanted or needed to do.

"Ok, I will...but I'll expect you to call frequently. If not me...at least call your daughter and let us know if you get hung up for any reason."

"Same here...especially if the weather takes a turn for the worse," she told me as we once again turned towards the TV.

"Winds in excess in some areas, approaching hurricane velocity."

"Great...just fucking great," I thought to myself. I already felt like I was standing in the eye of a hurricane now. Especially when Joy finally came down stairs joining us.

"Fucking weather!" She announced sourly. "Now we're all going to be cooped up in here all day!" 

"Maybe it will blow over and head off someplace else," her mother suggested.

"Fat chance," Joy said collapsing down in an unceremonious heap at the table glaring at the TV set as though she personally held the weather girl responsible for all this.

"Well, either way, we probably should stock up on a few things," Cynthia said. "Perhaps after you get dressed..." she paused, "You might consider going down to the strip mall for me and picking up some stuff."

"Why me?" She turned looking irritated.

"That...or you can stay here and help Jack move everything outside into the shed, and help secure the windows instead then."

"Fine...I'll go. At least that will give the two of you some time to fuck after you've done that," she burst, and then stood heading back upstairs once again. All she'd been wearing had been a tight fitting wife-beater tee shirt and a thong that did little if anything in concealing her ass. I couldn't help watching her go, turning back around to face Cynthia again as she smiled at me.

"Sorry..." she apologized to me again. "Joy never has liked thunder and lightning. It scares her, ever since she was a kid. Unfortunately the weather reports say we're in for some of that."

At least now I could partially understand her outburst and behavior. But I was again not looking forward to being cooped up in the house with her myself, and alone to boot.

"She was right about one thing though."

"Oh? And what was that?"

"While she's gone...I do want you to fuck me."

**

We had just finished hauling in the furniture and anything else that wasn't nailed down, putting it all away in the shed when we heard the car pulling out of the drive. Joy was headed into town with a small list of things that Cynthia felt might be needed.

"We'll wait and see how the weather gets before we do the windows," she informed me then leading me back inside, though it had already started to sprinkle a little. Though windy, it wasn't bad enough yet to worry about securing any of those. "Time for a shower," she now added winking at me, and then led me back upstairs to her room again.

Cynthia had one of those enormously large shower enclosures with two opposite facing showerheads. One side was left completely open, stepping down into it with a small area for stepping out onto from there in order to towel off. After turning on both showerheads, adjusting the temperature to our liking, we undressed and quickly stepped down into it together. I'd always enjoyed showering with a woman in the past, and this was no exception. Especially with all the room and spaciousness that we had in doing so. There was even a small bench seat of sorts that ran in an "L" shape design around a portion of the shower. Already I was imagining what use that could be put to.

Almost immediately we began soaping one another up. I'd always enjoyed the feel of a pair of slick, soapy breasts as I lathered hers up. Cynthia too seemingly enjoyed it as I thumbed her nipples, using the soap to allow them to glide over them easily, strumming them back and forth as her own hand playfully did the same to my prick. I was soon hard as a rock, throbbing and in dire need of her. As was she...but not in quite the way I'd imagined.

Cynthia turned facing away from me. I took that as a sign as to what she wanted, though not yet wanting to penetrate, still playing...still teasing her. I placed my cock against the back of her ass, so hard and stiff that I could slap her with it, listening to her giggle as I did so, repeatedly.

Once again I leaned over her, leaving my cock to nestle itself in the crack of her still soapy slick ass. My hands coming around to teasingly fondle her alluring, dangling breasts. Nipples so firm and hard now that they felt like miniature thimbles as I stood there toying with them.

"Fuck me Jack...fuck me. Fuck my ass!"

Like I said, this wasn't exactly what I was expecting. Especially when I'd never done that before. Sure...I'd thought about it, fantasized about it on many occasion, but it was something my ex-wife had never allowed, never would. And up until now anyway, it wasn't something I'd attempted to do with any of the women I had dated. Had I known them, been with a few of them longer than I had...perhaps eventually I might have. But...as I said, this was, or rather would be a first for me. Once again, it was time to be honest here.

"You sure? I've ah...never done that before," I told her. She turned looking over her shoulder at me. Her eyes wide, her eyebrows raised in question.

"Really? Never?"

"Never," I openly admitted actually feeling shy now that I hadn't, especially not knowing what to expect. She grinned.

"Never had a man's cherry before," she said giggling like a schoolgirl when she said it. "Been a while for me too...a long while," she added to that. "But I want to. I want to feel you inside me...inside my ass," she literally purred quite suggestively now just thinking about it.

"Ok..." I moaned uncertainly as she reached back her hand once again caressing my prick, which was still slipping and sliding up through the crack of her ass. I knew now however, it would soon be directed elsewhere.

"Use the soap, enter me with your fingers first, get me nice and slick in there, open me up a bit," she implored me sounding even more aroused now than she had a moment ago. Her voice was thick...raw with lust and unbridled emotion. "Finger-fuck my ass Jack, and then fuck me...with your cock!"

I had enjoyed ass play before to some extent anyway, having a finger up inside my own ass a time or two, so I did have some idea as to what to expect there. She was still tight however, even with the soap as I eased first one digit, and then after a few moments, another one. Now sliding two fingers in and out of her tight puckered little opening, I felt it stretch a little.

"Oh fuck," she groaned hanging her head down, her hands now bracing herself against the side of the shower stall, the water pouring over her head in a fine misty spray. "God yes! That feels good...so fucking good," she moaned even more deeply. "Fuck me Jack, fuck me...put it in, put your cock inside my ass...and fuck me!"

I placed the head of my dick at her tiny little opening. She pressed back. For a moment it didn't feel like it would enter, too big...too tight. But then I felt her suddenly swallow up the head of my dick. The ring of her tight warm opening sucking it in, surrounding me like a firm wanton mouth.

"Yessss!" She hissed. "Oh fuck yessssssss!" she hissed again. "Fuck me Jack! Fuck me!"

I eased into her slowly, not only for her benefit in not wanting to hurt her, or take her too quickly, but in savoring the sensation of entering a woman's ass for the first time in my entire life. I wanted to feel and remember the sensation of each hot tight inch of her passage as I slowly claimed her, slowly inserted my manhood, my hard proud stiff manhood into that taboo fuck tunnel I was now entering.

"Jesus," I moaned as well, feeling every inch until the entire length of my shaft was embedded inside her. Fully hilted now, I remained still, allowing each of us to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion. Only then easing out...almost as slowly, and then sliding back in again, once again hilting myself until feeling my balls slap against her flesh. She now braced herself with one hand against the wall, her head looking back over her shoulder towards me. Her free hand now cupping her breast, pinching her nipple...pulling on it.




Gathering Storm Ch. 02



"Fuck me hard now Jack. Hard...deep...and fast!"

I pulled out nearly all the way, looking down at myself, waiting until I saw the head of my cock just appearing before thrusting deeply, with force back inside her again...all the way. She groaned, pressing back...urging me to continue.

"Harder!"

I slammed into her. Slipped out...slammed in, out...in out. Suddenly like a runaway freight train I began skewering her ass, pummeling it with my prick. My hands now gripping her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as I held on, thrusting...slamming, thrusting into her over and over again with a stamina I didn't know that I had.

Cynthia had dropped her hand down between her legs, openly frigging her clit now, fingers a blur as she fucked herself, her head once again bent down beneath the water as it pounded against her there, with me still pounding her from behind. I could feel the tension in my balls, felt the tingling promise of rapture already beginning to alert me to my own powerful release.

So unexpectedly then, she screamed out...her plea of release echoing off the walls inside the shower as she began to climax. Hearing her, now feeling her as the muscles in her ass clamped down on me in a vise-like grip, she literally milked the juice from my balls as I slammed into her one more time, holding still, feeling the throb of my cock so deeply inside her. And with each throb, I felt release. Felt he ejaculate of my cream spurt, pouring inside, filling her as she thrashed wildly beneath me, her ass now bouncing back against me, forcing my cock to drive even deeper inside her than it already was.

"That's it baby! Fuck my ass! Shoot your nasty spunk inside my ass, fill it baby...fill it...fill my hot nasty ass with your fucking cream!" She screamed, her orgasm so intense, so wild that I feared for a moment she would hurt herself...and me.

**

We had dried off, dressed and soon after returned back into the main living room. Joy was sitting there on the couch, several bags sitting upon the tabletop. But it wasn't that so much as the sight of her sitting there doing what she was that caught me by surprise. She'd picked up a number of things that Cynthia thought it wise we should have. Some of which had been batteries of course for the flashlights. But...she had bought several, and in different types. Which only now dawned on me as to why she had. I counted at least six, if not seven different vibrators. She had them spread out all over the coffee table, the backs off each as she sorted out the differing sized batteries she'd need in replacing them. She looked up as we entered, not at all surprised, nor even embarrassed as she sorted through everything, replacing each and every one of them.

"I'll be damned if I'm going to be bored if and when the lights go off," she told us. "At least you two can fuck one another's brains out, which it already sounds like you did," she said glaring at us. "Unless of course..." she grinned evilly looking directly at me.

Once again the wind rattled the windows outside.

"Maybe we'd best get to work on the shutters at least," Cynthia said ignoring the obscene display scattered about on the table. "The winds starting to pick up now."

I nodded my head in agreement, following her back outside again.

It was starting to rain. And rain hard. And I was reminded yet again of another saying..."Sometimes when it rains...it pours."



Gathering Storm Ch. 03



Needless to say, we were both soaking wet by the time we'd finished up with the shutters on all the small windows. The rain was really coming down now with periods of thunder and lightning. Cynthia had told me earlier, but reminded me again of her concern and worry for Joy. Joy truly was terrified by thunder and lightning, had been so all her life in fact. And of course Cynthia also told me, she very often reacted to it in strange ways, trying to hide and cover up her fear.

"All I'm saying is...don't be surprised by anything," Cynthia said as we had stood against the wall on the back side of her home, temporarily shielded from the weather before making our mad dash back inside. "She's apt to do just about anything in order to keep her mind off the storm, especially if the thunder and lightning gets closer or more intense.

"Thanks for the warning," I near shouted as the wind seemed to be picking up a little. Though thankfully...for the moment anyway, the thunder and lightning didn't appear to be very close yet, though it was frequent, and beginning to increase in intensity.

When we'd made it back inside, standing near the same towel rack, Cynthia immediately began stripping off her wet clothes. "Here," she said handing me a large towel. "Take off your wet things and dry off with this." We both stripped, and then began drying off, though I soon grabbed another dry towel, once again wrapping it around myself just as Cynthia did. Walking back into the main room, we were of course greeted again by Joy who remained sitting on the couch, her display of obscene, yet interesting toys now laid out side-by-side there on the table in front of her.

"All set to go," she announced as though packing for a trip, or an outing to an amusement park, which in this case, was her own pussy. She still wore a white, wife-beater tee shirt along with a white thong, that I could see as she sat on the couch with her knees partially bent, it did little if anything to conceal that pressed in "V" of her split as it pushed against the thin material of her panties. Not to mention of course, her hard twin tipped nipples clearly showing through the thin material of her top. Twin aroused points of pure hard ecstasy that I allowed my eyes to feast upon. I know Cynthia could see what I saw, but didn't comment on the obvious. Apparently she was used to this...though I was far from being there myself. Joy was, and continued to be a disconcerting puzzle to me. She was indeed an enigma of character that had me constantly trying to second guess her intent, continually keeping me on my toes whenever I was around her.

"What about the main windows?" I asked trying to change the subject and give me reason and cause to avert my eyes away from Joy's continued, almost obscene display of herself.

"I don't think we need to worry about those just yet," Cynthia stated playing along. "At least those can be closed from the inside. But we should think about putting something together for dinner, just in case we happen to lose power for a while."

"I'm not hungry...what I am, is horny." Joy quipped her eyes locking directly on mine as she even more decadently spread her legs, even going so far as to lift one of them up, placing it on the couch. This simple move now displaying even more of herself as she did that. The outline of her sweet succulent looking pussy lips almost winking at me as she smiled in that naughty little girl, flirtatious way of hers. I turned away glancing towards her mother, almost having to will myself in doing so.

"Fine, then go up to your room and do something about it," Cynthia suggested, which would have been my suggestion too under the circumstances. Joy of course just sat glaring at her mother. As I stood feeling my cock beginning to stir.

"You know damn good and well I hate being alone in my room when the weathers like this," she said sullenly. As though to emphasize this very fact, a loud sharp crackle of lightning lit up nearly the entire sky, hinting at the fact that the storm was indeed intensifying and getting closer. This was almost immediately followed by a long rolling echo of thunder that reverberated inside the house. Joy's eyes had opened wide upon seeing and hearing it, and then oddly enough, if not bizarre enough, she reached over towards the table, grabbed what appeared to be a fairly large purple vibrator with more gadgets on it that I had in my car, and turned it on. "At least do me the courtesy of doing something to help me take my mind of the fucking lightning!" She exclaimed almost yelling at us.

"Like what?" Cynthia asked her in a much calmer tone of voice as Joy placed the tip of the now vibrating toy against herself, though merely teasing her split through the material of her sheer thong at the moment. My eyes unfortunately, once again glued to her as she sat doing that.

"Give me something to look at, to concentrate on while I'm doing this. If you don't...I'll never get off!" She sincerely asked her.

Cynthia turned looking at me, a small smile on her lips, though she again turned back facing her daughter, once again asking the very same question. "Like what?"

"Oh...I don't know, maybe you two could at least fuck or something. You both seem to be good at doing that!"

Just then another even brighter flash of lightning lit up the room, which was followed almost instantaneously by a rolling peel of thunder.

"Please mother!" She now begged, clearly agitated and upset, nearly dropping the toy she'd been holding against herself as she literally jumped up from the couch a bit.

I know I was standing there with my mouth agape, not believing everything that was going on for one thing, the weather outside making it even more surreal as Cynthia and I stood there looking on at her daughter as she once again placed the toy against her split, this time easing away the small patch of material covering her pussy lips. She now held it directly against them, teasing herself though her eyes remained wild-eyed and fearful.

"I know this is going to sound crazy Jack, but...would you mind?"

It was crazy. The thought of fucking Cynthia right in front of Joy without the pretense of her peeking at us from her window while we did, was strange enough. But then we'd already entered the 'Twilight Zone' a short time after I'd arrived here anyway by my way of thinking.

"Why the hell not?" I heard myself saying. Truth was...it was just kinky enough to appeal to me in a strange sort of way, decadent, taboo...dirty wrong. And it made me even hornier that I already was, standing there looking over at Joy as she so uninhibitedly, so unabashedly sat...playing with herself in front of the two of us. I easily undid the knot holding the large towel around my waist, it fell away unceremoniously around my feet, my cock springing up, as it did like a striking cobra. Both Cynthia as well as her daughter were looking at me as I did that, my prick still wobbling a bit having just thumped against my lower abdomen.

"Fuck you're hard!" Joy proclaimed still staring at my prick. I was. Very hard in fact, and very, very swollen. Even glancing down at myself now, I almost felt boastfully proud at the way I looked. I never considered myself as having a gigantically large cock, but at the moment it felt like it. So thick and swollen, the almost purple head straining against itself, a small droplet of precum already leaking from the tip as I stood there hands free, just letting the two of them admire it. As I myself was. And then Cynthia allowed the towel she was wearing to come free.

"God mom...you really do have a gorgeous body!" Joy told her mother. Which again was strange for me in hearing her say that, and perhaps for her mother too, though she responded in kind, accepting the compliment, and giving her daughter one.

"Thank you honey. At least the years have been kind to me, though I daresay, my breasts still aren't nearly as perky and well-rounded as yours are."

Once again this intimate little mother-daughter exchange was sending jolts of excitement and desire up and down the length of my prick as I stood there listening, looking back and forth between them like someone attending a tennis match.

"So...where would you like us? What would you like to see? Have us do?" She asked calmly enough, though I caught a lustful edge of excitement in her tone of voice. Doing this...doing what we were about to in front of her own daughter, had aroused...excited her. But then again, it had fucking aroused me even more so too!

Joy actually giggled, resettling herself there on the couch even more comfortably. I half expected to see her produce popcorn and settle in for the show. Though what she did do was suddenly lift up her top, exposing her breasts completely, and then scrunched up her ass, peeling the thong she was wearing quickly down her legs, tossing it away with one foot.

"Lean over against the arm of the chair there," she instructed. "I'd like to start off...with seeing Jack fuck you from behind."

"Start off?" I thought to myself. "Bloody hell!"

Cynthia moved without question however, soon positioning herself just as her daughter had asked, standing off to one side at an angle from where she sat, with me standing behind only a couple of feet away. I could see it in my mind's eye as though sitting next to her watching us, what it would look like. I grinned, couldn't help it as I stepped behind her mother.

"Don't put it in just yet," Joy moaned hotly. "Tease her a little first," she now added. "Let me see you rub it up the crack of her ass for a bit."

I began doing that as Joy in turn placed the now quiet toy between her own lips, not inserting, not even vibrating, but just allowing it to slide up and down her wet juicy center briefly as I began doing the same to Cynthia's ass. It was pleasurable, and quite a turn on for me, doing so...looking over, watching Joy as she in turn looked at us. Even when another clap of thunder and lightning occurred during this, Joy didn't freak out or flinch nearly as much as she had been. Perhaps there was something to this...in again, a strange sort of way.

"Ok," Joy said panting now, though still perhaps quivering from her almost unreasonable fear rather than excitement, though it was no doubt a combination of both perhaps. "Put it in just a little...not all the way though, I want to see it...watch you as you ease it inside her."

What I did...Joy did. Placing just the tip of my hard swollen cock at the opening of her mother's cunt, Joy did as well. I watched her now turn on the toy to its lowest setting, and then merely hold it...only the tip of it pressing directly against her lips. Sitting close enough to us, only a foot or so away as we stood there, I was mesmerized as her own pussy seemed to wrap its lips around the tip of the purple-headed toy, as though trying to suck it into herself.

"This is so...fucking...naughty!" Cynthia moaned hotly, allowing herself to become consumed by this rather macabre, wanton exhibition of one another, the periodic flashes of lightning and rolling thunder still filling the room, though Joy truly did seem to be reacting to them less and less, the more she herself became aroused sitting there...directing us.

"No fucking shit!" I exclaimed myself, adding in my own two cents, half tempted to simply drive my straining cock into her mother's depths as wet as she now was. Even I could see a small trickle of her mother's own lubrications running down between her legs as I periodically stepped back, looking down...teasing myself in just seeing her doing that.

"Oh fuck!" She said aloud moaning. "Now Jack...now, push all the way in...slowly though!" She amended. "I want to see it go as deep as you can inside her...and then all the way out again. Let me see the head of your dick pop out, before you shove it back into her pussy!"

I did as she asked, taking direction well, thrusting inside Cynthia's wet slick cunt, hearing her moan, grunting with the sudden sensation of my prick knocking on the door of her cervix.

"Oh fuck, oh my god!" Cynthia exclaimed loudly, one hand still helping to support herself, the other briefly cupping her breast where she now pulled on one of her hard extended nipples.

"Oh yeah...I like that, I like watching you play with your tits!" Joy announced having seen her mother do that. Reaching up, her firm young breasts likewise exposed, she kept one hand on the toy, deeply embedded inside her now, holding it there. The other...likewise fondling her own hard thimble sized nipple, rolling and twisting it as she looked on. "Let me see it," she now said looking at me as I'd just shoved in again filling her mother's cunt full of cock. "Let's see how juicy she is," Joy said removing the toy from her own pussy, and then holding it up to her mouth, licking her sweet sticky juice from the vibrator as I pulled out. Cynthia certainly was that. My cock was glistening with the saturated wetness of her cunt. The purple tip literally shining with the essence of her mother's fluids thickly and obscenely coating it.

Cynthia moaned once again humping back against me expectantly, enticing me to slide back inside her. "Fuck!" She wailed. "Fuck me damn it! Fuck me!"

Joy giggled, hitting yet another button on her toy. Rotating beads near the tip of her device now springing into action, along with a slightly louder buzzing sound coming from the evil, wicked looking toy. She placed it back at the opening of her cunt, holding it there momentarily. "Ok Jack...when I tell you...shove it into her, hard...and then fuck her as hard and as fast as you can...let me hear it. Let me hear flesh slapping against flesh...but, please...please promise me, you'll both tell me when you're about to cum!"

"Ok...ok, for god sakes, just let him fuck me!" Cynthia said almost by way of chastisement. Joy squealed in erotic delight and then screamed out.

"Now!"

I shoved, she shoved...I thrust, deep...fucking deep, in and out, in and out, like a piston machine. Joy too was doing the same. Her hand now a blur as she fucked herself mercilessly with the toy. I could hear the sound of her liquid cunt, her juices increasing ten-fold as she did so. Even the frothy bath her cunt was now giving her, could be heard above the din of the wind and the rain outside.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" She cried out over and over again. Cynthia's hot wet snatch doing the same. I could feel her female nectar now coating and slicking up my prick even more. The pounding thrusts into her making erotic squishy sounds, the slap of my balls against her flesh, her ass meeting me as she rammed herself backwards in greeting as though trying to impale herself even more deeply than I was already doing.

The lights flickered, flickered again. Another clap of thunder, lightning all around now, almost continuous.

"Fuck...I'm gonna..."

"Pull out! Pull out! Let me see it!" Joy screamed, just as her mother already was...the throes of her own orgasmic release having seized her already, though her pleasure had robbed her of vocal expression for the moment. Only the harsh intake of her breath, holding it...the sudden vice-like clamp of her pussy tightening around me gave hint at her sudden, somewhat unexpected release. In feeling hers...it had triggered my own. I pulled out, about to spurt. Joy too now crying out in that all too familiar way. 

The lights went out, another blinding flash of lightning filling the room, like a strobe as it crackled, sparked. I looked over, my own orgasmic release only then leaping from the head of my cock. Yanking the toy out of her at that same split second, I saw briefly that geyser of female cum suddenly erupt from the darkest depths of her pussy. It seemed to sparkle, momentarily caught in that precise moment of darkness, and then almost too brilliant light. Likewise, as the curtain of darkness fell once again, for only a millisecond of a moment, I looked up towards Cynthia, saw the second arch of cream leaping from my prick, the first already having landed, splattering across the landscape of her mother's back. This one now highlighted, like a laser beam pointing out a graph on a whiteboard as more lightning struck filling the room.

"Jesus H!" I screamed out now myself. The intensity, the rapture, the bizarre sensation of seeing all this in bits and pieces of refracted light, shadow and brilliance was beyond description.

And then darkness fell.

**

It was as though Poseidon himself had pulled the curtain down. It was pitch black, though again only briefly. The lightning mostly behind us now, though even then the all too frequent strikes briefly lighting up the room. Joy sat there on the couch, knees now pulled up against her chest, arms surrounding them locking them against herself as she rocked, her head buried between.

I could hear the heartfelt sobs coming from her now, just as Cynthia did, quickly pulling away from me, rushing towards her, sitting beside her now. "Come Jack...sit, hold her with me," she all but demanded, though I moved with the grace of a Gazelle, clearing the coffee table in one step, landing next to her on the other side where the two of us gathered her up in our arms holding her tight.

Gradually she relaxed, as the more intense portion of the storm moved on, though the winds remained, if anything more intense now as the window seemed to shudder almost continuously.

"Maybe it's time to cover the windows," Cynthia announced moving now, though only because we'd both felt Joy's tension and fear relax. I began to pull away from her myself, but her arm came up, her hand grabbing mine, holding it against her just beneath her breasts. I could feel the soft firmness of them resting against me as she did that, but allowed myself to remain.

"Thank you," she said softly, only loud enough that I could have heard her, though I simultaneously felt her free hand suddenly land within my lap. And though my cock was spent, mostly flaccid now, it retained a small degree of firmness. It was still slick with the creamy spending of her mother's cunt as she held it in her hand, gently caressing, enjoying the slick, sticky feel of it. I thought briefly about allowing her to continue, forcing her to remove her hand. But holding me as she was, the almost too gentle feel of her as she toyed with it almost lazily felt good. Admittedly so, even though I felt a renewed arousal already reawakening my senses. Just a moment or two longer...and then I would stand, would force her to let go. Just a moment more. 

**

Cynthia now standing near the large twenty-foot high windows. The soft whir of the motor already engaging, the Plexiglas protective shield coming out of its encasement, slowly sliding both left and right towards center as it began covering and now protecting the windows which slowly quit shaking and vibrating as they had been.

It was even darker now. I could barely make out the silhouette of Joy's mother as she stood next to the window watching it close, ensuring that it did so properly. I moved, preparing now to stand. Joy however tightened her grip on my cock, almost painfully forcing me to remain as I was unless I wanted to make a scene.

"I guess I'd best light some candles," her voice came out of the darkness, though I could just see that she'd turned, standing there facing us. Wondering...if she could possibly see any of this, see me still sitting there, Joy's hand wrapped firmly around my cock, now hard though not quite nearly so as it had been...stroking it.

"Not yet mother," Joy spoke surprising me a little. "I'm still enjoying myself a little," she added a bit more softly. To my surprise Cynthia laughed.

"And just what is it you're doing?"

"Making it hard again," she answered honestly.

"And why doesn't that surprise me," her mom answered back, only then walking towards us though for a moment she disappeared entirely as she stepped off to one side in the darkness of the room, reappearing seconds later like a wraith settling down in the chair she'd been leaning against earlier, facing us. Now at least I could make out a bit more of her, even the occasional expression in her face as some light filtered into the room from the less dark skies outside the windows. I knew she was looking at me, as I sat looking at her, Joy's hand still slowly pumping and caressing my cock. "Go ahead...enjoy it," she told me then. "Just as long as you don't fuck her...I don't mind. Really."




Gathering Storm Ch. 03



I laughed with uncertainty even after hearing her words. Once again intending to stand up and move away. Joy's grip became even firmer, as did the sound of Cynthia's voice.

"No worries Jack...sit back, relax, let her amuse herself...and me, while I watch. It's really ok."

"Could this really be happening?" I asked myself, though I did lean further back into the couch. Joy's hand now expertly working me, sliding up and down, though alternating her teasing of my prick. Sometimes palming it, sometimes merely tweaking the head between her fingers. I realized I had closed my eyes, opening them...glancing over though it was still difficult to see any real expression or features on her mother's face. Just the less dark form of her nude figure sitting there in the chair.

And though we could all hear the diminishing rolls of thunder somewhere in the distance, the lightning itself no longer entered the room, now keeping it dark. Her hand stroked, fondled and then squeezed. She milked me, producing self-made lubricant. She purposely jacked it, smearing it, forcing it to sound as she did so.

"Hmmm," Cynthia moaned softly. Movement more than anything telling me she had repositioned one leg. "Do that some more, I like hearing that," she told her daughter. I liked feeling it, and settled back even more as she again milked my dick forcing out even more pre-cum fuck juice. It was indeed slicker than before as she purposely played with it, even bending it off to one side, releasing it...allowing it to slap back against my own thigh. She did so repeatedly as Cynthia's groans and soft mewling moans began to accompany her doing that.

And then I could hear the subtle, yet again sweet slick sounds her fingers began making as she sat across from the two of us, now quite obviously fingering her own slick, slippery pussy. "Louder!" Cynthia urged her daughter. "I want to hear more...make it slicker, louder!" She asked again, doing so herself now.

As slick as I honestly was...Joy made me even more so, purposely spitting onto my dick. If it wasn't erotic, lusty...even vulgar enough as it was, she made it more so in doing that. Jacking me fiercely now up and down, rapidly, she periodically continued to spit. In the darkness it began sounding almost as though she were churning butter. Next to us...Cynthia had begun to pant. Hearing the pleasure in her soft almost continuous moans now, I knew she was again nearing orgasmic release. The likewise fast, furious fingering of her own cunt clearly heard.

"Come, mother...come," Joy now urged her, which seemed perhaps to have triggered it as she did. Crying out intensely, deeply...her voice taking on a sultry wail as though sirens themselves had appeared adding to it as she came.

And then Joy leaned over, her lips surrounding my cock so unexpectedly, pulling from the root of my balls the rapturous release of my own cosmic explosion.

**

I was stunned of course that she had done that. Not expecting it in any way shape or form, not even sure that her mother might have suspected it when she had, too lost in her own joyous bliss perhaps to have noticed. I dared not mention it, or that she had. Though again, neither did Joy, licking her lips however, tasting and thus swallowing whatever trace remained of my second copious spending.

"Now we can light candles," she announced standing up. "But first...I gotta pee!"

There was a guest toilet right around the corner down the hallway, which she headed towards. I heard the door open, but never close. And then the familiar tinkle of her piss as she began relieving herself.

"Candles are in the kitchen," Cynthia now stated standing up. "Come Jack, help me light and distribute them."

I followed her down the opposite hallway leading towards the kitchen area where we indeed lit several candles, soon turning the darkness into a soft warm glow. I couldn't help but admire her still nude body as we did so, and noticed that she appeared to be blushing a little. Almost demurely she looked at me, blushing even more perhaps.

"I know...it was sort of naughty wasn't it?" She said. "Doing what we did...but admittedly, it was hot...sensual, arousing, even if it was highly wicked of us both to have done that."

"Yes...it was," I answered back. "But if you're ok...with what happened," I wondered, wondering as I asked if she knew. If she had known that Joy had taken my cock into her mouth, sucking me...draining me, swallowing my soul in a way when she did that. Even I had to wonder.

"Like I told you before Jack...just don't fuck her. Promise me that, you won't fuck her. Beyond that, I don't mind...I know she can be a real temptation, and I'm not so cruel as to not realize that. Especially leaving the two of you alone together during the day."

Her comment again a reminder of the day to come, and I asked once again. "Are you sure you have to go? Really? I don't mind going with you. I mean shit Cynthia...the weather!"

She walked over, her fingers caressing my chin, a quick soft kiss on the cheek then as well and then a nice lingering hug as I felt the press of her soft breasts digging into my chest.

"I appreciate it...but no Jack. You saw how she can get, so fearful and afraid. This storms just beginning Jack, it's far from being over. Unfortunately I believe, the worst is yet to come, and I'd much prefer you're being here...with her. When it does."

I had no idea just how right she was. But I was about to find out.

To be continued... 



Gathering Storm Ch. 04



I woke to the sound of several things going on all at once. Even before my eyes completely opened I could hear the sound of the rain beating against the windows. It was constant, not as bad a downpour as I'd heard before, but certainly continuous. But it was again a reminder of the severe storm heading our way. Secondly, as my eyes did open, I could also hear the sound of the shower telling me in an instant that Cynthia was already up and getting ready to head into the city. Something I still didn't agree with, especially with the approach of the oncoming storm, though Hurricane Kate wasn't supposed to affect us directly. The other was the sudden movement on the bed as I felt another presence bouncing on it, further attempting to wake me. Though to be honest, it was then the smell of freshly brewed coffee that garnered my attention.

"About time you woke up," Joy said sitting on the edge of the bed, bouncing up and down on it. I rolled over looking at her. Naturally she was naked. But I sat up, reaching for the coffee sitting next to me on the nightstand trying to ignore the obvious. Joy appeared to be in an exceptional mood, even with the storm brewing outside, which reminded me...I'd be cooped up in the house with her all day. Not necessarily a good thing from my point of view. Not with everything that had been happening anyway. Not to mention a promise I'd made, that I was even then wondering how the hell I'd ever be able to keep it knowing Joy.

The shower had stopped, as had the bouncing on my bed as Joy finally stood up again. "Breakfast is almost ready," she then added heading towards the door. "Tell mom to hurry up," she stood by the door, looking at me, her smile already too mischievous for this time of day. Her hard stiff, crinkled nipples already winking at me as she stood there, and then of course that knowing...almost dangerous smile as she tossed her head back, laughed, and then disappeared from view. I could hear her chuckling to herself all the way downstairs.

"Morning," Cynthia said coming into the room. She too was naked, though she stood with a towel wrapped around her head as she crossed over to her dresser, opening it and then rummaging through it briefly for a pair of panties and a bra. "Did I hear Joy?"

"Yeah...she was just here, said breakfast was almost ready." I sat my coffee down back on the nightstand, rolled out of bed placing my feet on the floor and stood up. I needed to pee. And I had quite naturally my early morning piss-hard. The moment I did that, Cynthia smiled turning towards me again, reaching out as I passed, latching onto it. "What?"

"Let me," she said leading me into the bathroom where I soon stood over the toilet, Cynthia now aiming me towards it. "Always loved doing this," she said.

I might have been getting a little more used to the wild crazy things that had been going on around here, but there was still something about trying to take a pee with someone watching over you while you did, not to mention actually holding onto it while you tried. Needless to say it was still a bit of a struggle even though I had to go pretty badly.

"Don't tell me you're still pee-shy!" Cynthia giggled. I think I grunted, and then finally began to pee, the pressure just enough that I was able to overcome my own stupid shyness. The two of us now looking down in the toilet bowl as Cynthia quickly adjusted her aim so as not to inadvertently spray me all over the floor, or our feet.

"It's getting worse outside," I said though any hope I had of actually changing her mind was fruitless as I stood there pissing, listening to the sound of my hard stream as it hit the water in the bowl.

"I'll be careful, another reason why I'm leaving so early, want to have plenty of time in getting there. And I promise to call you once I get there, or if anything happens along the way. Don't be worried, I'll be fine. I've driven in worse weather than this!"

"Maybe so Cyn," I said affectionately abbreviating her name, liking the pet name I had given her during the night...though saying it more like "Sin" with the obvious connotation behind the meaning. To me...she was. Sin incarnate, lust...desire...not to mention a conundrum of a whole bunch of things, not the least of which was being given permission to enjoy myself with Joy while she was gone...baring just one simple thing. Fucking her. "But it IS going to get worse before it gets better. It's you're getting back here before it does that worries me more."

She laughed at that, shaking my dick off, once again leading me over towards the sink where she now soaped me with a cloth, cleaning me off and then washing her hands. "The only thing you're worried about, is if Joy will convince you to fuck her. Maybe she will, maybe she won't, but I guess the three of us will find out soon enough after I've left...won't we?" She said not quite smiling this time, letting me know by the look in her eyes she'd been serious when she'd warned me about that, and when we'd spoken about it again later just before falling asleep. Cynthia was wise enough to know her daughter was too much of a temptation for almost any man. Especially one who would be cooped up with her all day. Knowing that, she'd basically given me her blessing and permission to do just about anything else with her that I wanted to...hopefully doing just enough to keep the two of us appeased, though mostly Joy, and keep me from succumbing to what we both now knew was some sort of weird twisted challenge. As friendly as Joy had become to me, I still felt like she didn't trust me one single bit. And that meant, she was bound and determined to prove to herself, and to her mother that I really was out for only one thing.

I certainly hadn't known when I'd met her just how well off she honestly was, so that had never been my intent to begin with. But I now faced a real true dilemma. I liked Cynthia a lot. And I wanted to keep seeing her. But...I was also becoming infatuated with her daughter too. And yes...I certainly wanted to fuck her, why try and deny that to myself? I couldn't. But I knew the moment I did...it would be over with, with both of them. Was it then worth it? Worth fucking Joy at least once? That was the one question I hadn't come to terms with as yet. But I was also painfully aware, left alone with her the way I would be, that temptation and question would no doubt be answered.

At least Joy had put something on when we entered the kitchen area. Though I wasn't sure what she'd put on made things any easier for me. In an odd way, she looked even sexier partially dressed than totally nude. I couldn't help wondering as we took seats around the table if she hadn't been thinking that herself. Trust me, I'm no pervert, and I've never once in my entire life entertained thoughts about young girls...I mean to say, really young girls. Sure, too young teenagers might cause a man to wonder about them briefly. Especially the ones who look legal, and who aren't which most of the time you don't find out about until it's too late. At least I'd never run into that problem personally myself. The fact was however, Joy had purposely made herself appear younger than she was, going in the opposite direction, and it honestly unnerved me just a little.

She had now put her hair up into these really short pigtails for one thing. The other was, she was wearing a very frilly, almost too sweet little nightgown that had ruffled matching panties. Not anything I'd have ever expected to see her wearing, and yet she was. Even her mother commented on her somewhat unusual attire. The short sheer top she was wearing had just enough ruffles crossing over the front of it to hide her breasts. Though barely. Even with the ruffles, I could see hints of her dark pink, almost red nipples peeking out at me. Once again, giving herself an alluring, sexy, and yes...wickedly wrong look about her that gave me the shivers.

"I'm behind on laundry," she offered up as a reason. "I didn't really have anything else comfortable enough to wear at the moment...so thought after breakfast was over, I'd at least get a load of wash going. No telling how long we'll have power before it goes out again anyway."

The power had come on again sometime during the night, the light still blinking on and off on the microwave as well as the coffee maker, alerting us to the fact they'd both need to be reset. But at least we could turn on the TV again, which I did in order to catch the latest weather updates as Cynthia polished off her coffee, grabbing another in preparation for heading out the door.

"Ok, I'll call you as soon as I get into the city. I'll try and cut the meeting as short as I possibly can, and then head home again," she promised.

"Just...drive safe," I said looking at her, giving her a brief though lingering kiss on the mouth before she turned and headed outside into what was quickly becoming gale force winds.

Joy was standing at the front bay window, which was still protected by the much heavier reinforced Plexiglas, which made it difficult to clearly see everything with the rain and all. But...she stood there watching as her mother pulled out of the circular enclosure and began slowly making her way down the drive. Only then did she turn towards me with that smile on her face.

"So...you like my 'naughty little girl' outfit?" She asked.

I couldn't help but laugh. If that's the effect she'd been striving for, she'd certainly achieved it.

"If that's what you call it, yes...admittedly, you look naughty as hell. But, I also have to tell you...it sort of creeps me out a little too. If I didn't know better..."

Now she laughed, though reaching up to undo the tiny pigtails she'd made in her hair. Even doing just that added years to her still young age, making me feel a little better at least.

"That better?" She now asked looking ten years more mature again thankfully.

"Much," I said relieved. "Now...you said something about needing to do laundry? Need me to carry anything down to the laundry room for you then?" I asked already hoping to get involved in something that would buy me a little more time. Though as early as it was...I didn't think I'd be able to continue dodging whatever advances she tossed my way until her mother got home. To my surprise however, we began doing just that. I carried down the heavier basket of laundry while Joy grabbed the smaller one that pretty much contained nothing more than both of their underwear. Once she'd loaded the washer with those, she stood sorting out the rest of it into colors and whites in various piles.

"While you're doing that, I think I'll go out and double check the shutters and windows," I informed her. I had turned at the door as she stripped off the outfit she had on. Once again naked now, adding those two items to the wash.

"Come back down here when you're done," she said demurely. "I'll be waiting for you."

"Said the spider to the fly," I thought to myself. And then headed out into the storm, almost looking forward to it when I did.

**

All the shutters save for one were holding. The wind had obviously worked its way loose, so I was glad that I'd gone outside to check on them, and get a personal view of the storm in doing so. The ocean was about as violent as I'd ever seen it, white caps as far as you could see with ten to fifteen foot swells by the looks of it. And we were supposed to be just on the outer fringes of the actual hurricane itself according to the reports, though there had been a minor warning that the storm could change direction just enough that we might get hit a little harder than anyone was expecting.

Just what I needed.

Even with the rain slicker on, I was still drenched when I came back inside the house. Stripping that off, along with my equally wet shirt, I headed back downstairs into the laundry area. As she said she'd be...Joy was sitting on top of the washer just as it began the first spin cycle. Seeing her sitting on top of it naked was interesting enough, but it was obvious by the look on her face, she was enjoying it too.

"Mom always wondered why I usually volunteered to help out with the laundry, even when I was just a kid," she grinned. "And then one day, she came home unexpectedly and found out why. I was sitting here, pretty much just like this, legs draped over the corner of the washer as it started to go into the spin cycle...like it is now. Just enough of a vibration I could get off on it. Which I was in the process of doing when she came down stairs and caught me using it to get myself off with. Even now...I still enjoy doing it. But the funny part was...weeks later, I came home and found her doing it. After seeing me, she'd gotten curious, and then one day after loading up the wash, figuring she was safe enough, decided to try it out for herself. I still smile every time I think about walking in on her, seeing her with her mouth open, eyes closed, hands braced on the edge of the washer with her legs draped over the corner of it just the way mine are now. She was right in the middle of an orgasm, never even knew I was there until afterwards."

"I can only imagine," I said standing there looking at her myself now, and feeling an all too familiar stirring in my pants. It wasn't even nine o'clock in the morning yet.

Joy laughed, enjoying the vibration obviously. "Yeah, she was pretty embarrassed at first too, especially as I had by then removed the rest of my clothing. When I jumped up to sit beside her on the washer, she was even more surprised and confused. That was I guess, the first time we ever did anything like that in front of one another. The two of us, sitting side-by-side humping the opposite corners of the washer as it went through the cycle. Once I'd climbed aboard, mom had even re-set it, starting it all over again. Best damn orgasm I'd ever had up until that time anyway," she mused.

Even hearing silly shit like this got me hard. Listening to her story, imagining her and Cynthia sitting side-by-side, mother/daughter...getting themselves off in a rather kinky weird sort of way.

It was fucking hot.

"Yeah, sometimes I guess it is a bit more advantageous being a girl as opposed to a guy," I stated not sure I'd have ever considered doing something like that myself, though I wasn't about to bring up my own experiences with mom's vacuum cleaner either.

"Anyway...this has gotten me pretty horny, sitting here like this with you standing there watching me."

She had cupped her breasts, likewise teasing her nipples as I stood there looking on.

"I think you woke up that way," I told her. She laughed, tossing her head back.

"Yeah, well so did you by the looks of it Jack. I saw the tent you were making in the sheets, half tempted to just jump on that, and make you sheet fuck me."

I didn't even want to know what she meant by that, so I didn't ask. But she was right about the other thing however, I was hard, and it was damn near impossible to hide the fact, even with the baggy shorts I had on.

"So...ready to fuck me?"

I could only sigh...wanting to, but knowing I couldn't. It was going to be one hell of a long day if she kept this up. "You know I can't...and I won't Joy. Even though I want to, and wish I could...I'm not going to. I really do care about your mother, whether either one of you believe that or not."

"We'll see," she said finally jumping down off the washer, grabbing my hand as she did, and now pulling me back up the stairs. "In the meantime, I'm sure you won't mind it if I suck you off, and while you lick my pussy for me now do you?"

She had me there. And especially with Cynthia's blessing and permission. If nothing else, perhaps taking the edge off the two of us would buy me even more time. One could only hope. As we reentered the living room again, the sound of far distant thunder rumbling caused Joy to frown once again.

"I hate that."

"I know. Doesn't sound close though," I assured her, hoping it wouldn't move in much closer any time soon, though again the weather reports had indicated we might get a bit more of it than what was initially expected.

"If it gets bad...I mean real bad...you'll have to keep me really occupied," she added the smile returning back to her face. "You know...so I'm not thinking about it."

"I'll do what I can," I assured her. "Short of..."

"Yeah well...like I said earlier, we'll see about that too...won't we?"

It was obvious she wasn't giving up, and I wasn't giving in. Not yet anyway...but as she pushed me down onto the couch, kneeling before me on the floor, now undoing my belt, unzipping me...I wondered if any man, under these conditions would ever be able to outlast her. I was beginning to have my doubts. Especially when that silkly soft mouth of hers suddenly engulfed my dick, and then for the next thirty minutes as she slowly teased me into oblivion, I knew that in time...eventually, she'd probably have her way with me. But as silly as it sounded, I wasn't about to go down without a fight either. No pun intended.

**

Although she enjoyed swallowing, Joy really did prefer seeing a prick squirt. She found it fascinating to watch let alone feel as the warm sticky spray landed on her body. Having worked me up into a total frenzy by now, we both knew this was going to be a big one, which it was. Letting her know I was about to cum, she withdrew my cock from that pretty little mouth of hers, and then pointed it directly at her tits, still jacking it, working it...until I began to shoot all over her. She just knelt there, moving it back and forth between the two, watching it splatter on her nipples, and then begin to run down the slopes of each breast, where she casually caught the drippings, reapplying them to herself.

After I had spunked her thoroughly, she lay down on the floor, now massaging my cream into herself until it had taken on the thick pasty-like texture of lotion. "Come on Jack, be a good boy and rub your nasty spurt-juice into my titties."

I knelt beside her now doing just that, taking delight in how soft her breasts where, especially with my cream being applied to them. Pinching and toying with those amazing nipples of hers, both of which looked like miniature gumdrops at this point, swollen, fat and incredibly hard.

"Ok, now...suck them while you finger me," she asked bending her knees, spreading her legs as I leaned over kneeling next to her. As she asked, I sucked one of her pert nipples into my mouth, taking delight in it, surprised at my own lack of inhibition at doing so. Especially as I could so easily taste myself while doing it. "Oh yeah...that's nice," she purred playing with her neglected nipple as I sucked on the other one, simultaneously worming my finger in and out of her hot juicy split. "Go slow," she instructed. "Just tickle it, easy in and out until I tell you to do otherwise. Pace yourself," she then added with a chuckle. "After I've come this way...then you're going to fuck me silly."

"Joy?" I said shaking my head no. "You know I can't...that I won't. So quit asking."

"Well then...you can eat me at least, after I've come this way. Make me come that way...and then we'll talk about it after that." I felt her hand reach over, once again wrapping it around my somewhat flaccid dick, which as I continued sucking her tits, and fingering her pussy for her...didn't remain flaccid for very damn long.

The thunder was getting louder, but thankfully not too loud or too quickly. But if I could hear it, I know she could. She'd already had one, if not two...mild little 'big sigh' orgasms, and had decided it was now time for a much bigger one.

"Ok...now lick me, eat my pussy Jack, suck my clit for me," she asked though I saw her wince a little with a slightly louder roll of thunder. I knew that the appearance of lightning once again wasn't that far away. And with that...her need and desire would become even greater for me in helping her keep her mind off that. The problem was...I was running out of options here, and as much as I enjoyed going down on a woman, I couldn't see myself being able to continue doing that over the next several hours here.




Gathering Storm Ch. 04



She did indeed come. And came hard too, screaming out her pleasure, her head rolling back and forth from side to side. She'd even humped herself fiercely against my face, which felt like I'd been punched as hard as she'd done that to me. Though I held on, licking and sucking her until she finally collapsed in a heap beneath me, still breathing heavily.

"Time for a break," she mused finally picking herself up as I likewise moved back to sit on the couch again. "And besides, I need to put another load in the washer," she added moving off. She made it to the doorway before disappearing when she turned around to face me.

"I wonder if fucking my ass counts," she said more to herself than to me, then disappeared down the stairs, leaving me to sit there and wonder about that one myself.

**

I moved off into the kitchen, poured myself a nice tall glass of orange juice, and then wandered over to the sliding glass doors looking outside and down onto the deck. I was slightly surprised to now find myself almost more comfortable and relaxed walking around naked than I actually did having clothes on. But I also knew, that made me vulnerable as well, and much more easily aroused. 

It had quit raining. Though the skies remained dark, and the seas still choppy though not nearly to the extent they had been. Even the rumble of thunder in the distance seemed to be diminishing rather than escalating, so that was something anyway. But as I very well knew...this was simply the calm before the storm. According to the weather reports, we'd know within the next few hours or so, just how bad it was really going to get. I sincerely hoped at that very moment that Cynthia would indeed wrap things up early, and head home soon after that. She was already late in calling to let us know she'd gotten there safely, which now began to weigh heavily on my mind as I stood there glancing outside. So absorbed in my thoughts, I hadn't even heard Joy as she stepped up behind me. Not until I felt the exquisite press of her bare breasts against my back, her hands coming around, taking up my now flaccid prick, waggling it a bit as she stood there behind me.

It was at that moment the phone rang, causing both of us to jump nervously. Joy dashed for it, picking up her cell seconds later, smiling as she saw who was calling, nodding her head towards me.

"Hi mom, so you made it ok I take it?" She listened for a moment, still smiling, once again nodding her head. "Well of course we did," she laughed looking at me, running her tongue over and around her lips. "No...not yet, but I'm working on it," she freely stated as well. "So far...he's been a good boy. But I'll let you know the moment he isn't," she then added. They talked further, for a moment more, before saying good-bye.

"Well, she got there safely, but the weathers affected a couple of the other people in getting there, so they're running late. She said she'd call us as soon as she has a better feel for things...but thought it might be prudent to warn us, she may be taking a room for the night nearby. Something about one of the main roads getting back here being flooded at the moment, and an hour's detour being the only other way back. Said she'd call if anything changes...but now wanted us to know, best not to expect her."

"Great!" I said to myself trying to smile...especially the way she now stood there looking at me. I was beginning to think there really was no hope for any of this, and was just about ready to throw in the towel there and then, and get it over with.

And then we heard the thunder again, louder this time. The expression on her face changed from one of lusty playfulness, seduction, to one of true outright fear. She was nervous again and walked over towards me.

"Hold me...just hold me," she said shivering. 

"Even better," I said picking her up. And then carried her up the stairs to her bedroom.

**

I had peeled back the cool, crisp sheets on her bed, helping her to slide in between them, joining her after she had. Laying on my back, Joy settled herself into the crook of my arm, taking my hand in hers, and then placing it against the fullness of her wonderfully soft breast. Within minutes I could hear her gentle snoring as she fell asleep. It wasn't long before I actually joined her.

I'm not sure how long it was that we lay there sleeping together, a couple of hours at the least. But it was unfortunately a loud crack of very nearby lightning, and then thunder that woke the two of us simultaneously. The wind was once again picking up, the sound of rain beating against the windows alerting us to the fact that the storm was indeed getting worse again. Joy shivered, not from being cold, but from honestly being afraid hugging me even more closely as yet again we saw and then heard another almost too close lightning strike.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed burying her face against my side. "Do something Jack! Distract me!" Only then did I realize she was holding onto my dick like some sort of handrail, trying to steady herself. The way she was gripping it, and then squeezed it with the next peel of lightning and thunder, I knew if I didn't do something soon, she was apt to rip it off. Literally prying her hand away, which wasn't easy...I rolled her onto her back.

"Close your eyes, try not to think about it, and concentrate on this," I told her. I slid down between her legs, parting them, though she seemed eager for me to do so. Placing my fingers on either side of her labia, I then pulled those apart, her open sweet pussy staring back at me when I did that. In seconds she was already leaking with anticipation, fluids beginning to seep inside her pussy as I slid my finger inside her, playing in them. The one thing about Joy that was an absolute certainty, she loved having her pussy fingered, almost as much, if not more than my licking or sucking her clit. And for the moment at least, it was just what the Dr. ordered.

When her own hands came up to cup her breasts and begin fingering her nipples, I knew she'd at least managed to put the sounds of the growing storm outside out of her mind. Moaning softly now, she continued to roll and pull on her nipples as I tenderly traced the tip of my finger over and around that hard extended little clit of hers.

"God that feels good," she moaned once again. "But..."

"But?"

"Yeah...I'd like you to do something else for me...if you wouldn't mind doing it that is."

"Like what?"

"Rub my clit...with your cock, tease me like that," she pleaded.

"I don't know Joy...that's bordering on..."

"No it's not!" She said firmly. "I'm not asking you to fuck me. And besides, you have to ask me remember? I won't let you...until you do."

"Ah huh."

"No, come on Jack, just rub me there that way. I want to feel your prick slapping against my clit, rubbing it...teasing it. Please Jack, please!"

Against my better judgment, I scooted up between her legs, now kneeling, my hand wrapped around my hard stiff prick placing it directly against her swollen pussy, that amazingly hard little clit of hers as she reached down. Now taking over for me, she spread herself trying to sit up in order to watch.

"Here," I said tossing her another pillow which she now placed behind her head so that she could.

"Thank you," she smiled. "I really do enjoy watching as much as feeling it while you do that."

Even I had to admit it felt good, and looked hot. She was super slick at this point, and the sensation of her juices, mingling with my own as I continued to leak out a fair amount of my own precum was intensifying the sensation for both of us.

"Let me play with it now," she stated, reaching down clasping my cock as she began slapping it even more firmly than I had against her clit, at times furiously jabbing it, rubbing it. "Like that?" She asked hotly, her eyes lust filled and crazy mad with desire.

"Fuck yes!" I groaned audibly admitting to it. 

"Just imagine Jack...what it would feel like inside me."

"Joy..."

"Oh come on Jack, at least admit you want to."

"You know I do. But I won't. I can't."

She laughed, groaning again however as she proceeded to gently rub the head of my dick back and forth against herself.

"I don't think it would count if you were to stick the head in just a little. Just enough to feel my pussy lips sucking it."

"So you say," I told her. "But that's not the problem here now is it? It's too dangerous, and too tempting for one thing...for each of us. As much as I'd love feeling your cunt sucking my dick...there's no fucking way that's going to happen. I know you, one hunch of your ass, and you'd swallow me. And then it would be my word against yours, and I don't think that an 'oops, it just slipped in for a second,' would cut it. I know you...or at least I think I do." I stated pulling away just a bit, now worried she might in fact simply cram it into herself holding it the way that she was.

She giggled then, releasing me, though again begging for me to continue teasing her that way. "Fine...then don't. But at least keep rubbing me like that until you jack yourself off on me," she giggled again, the reference to my name obvious. "Jack it jack, come on baby...make it spurt on me, drench my clit. You know how much I enjoy seeing that, feeling that. Come on me baby, so I can finish playing with myself while using your cum to do so with."

At least it felt safer now. Sitting back on my haunches slightly, I began working my cock, still aiming and pointing it towards her cunt as she in turn continued toying with it, teasing herself...urging me on.

"That's it baby...milk it for me, make it spray, make it shoot...make it spurt baby, come on Jack, give me that hot nasty sweet spunk...spray my pussy, my clit..."

Hearing her...looking at her, watching her and listening to the sounds she was making with her own juice as she fingered herself soon took me over the edge. I grunted, groaned, leaned forward and let fly. Spurt after delicious spurt began to leap from my cock, splashing against her, soaking her. She squealed in delight, sitting up even further so she could watch, feel it as I continued pumping out ribbon after ribbon of hard-felt cum juice all over her pussy. Even when I'd quit ejaculating, she reached over, once again grabbing my cock, and then pressed it against her clit, still milking it. She rubbed herself, using me, smearing the wet sticky mess we had both made together all over her slick, silky, come-covered cunt.

"Oh fuck baby! Yeah, yeah...that's it...make it, oh fuck...make me cum!"

She exploded then. Her pussy shooting out her own version of my ejaculate, though hers a bit more watery, more gushy in volume as she literally and figuratively, soaked each of us along with the sheets. For the first time, her scream of pure enjoyment and ecstasy drowned out the vibrations of the wind hitting the windows.

I fell beside her then, exhausted, spent...as was she. For the time being anyway. And we lay there listening to the sound of the wind. Amazingly...the sound of thunder and lightning had stopped. Only the wind and now our slowly returning breaths coming back to normal could be heard.

But the night was young yet, still two hours before sunset, when it would be darker than it already was. I had come so close to simply plunging inside her, the temptation to do so almost more than I could even stand. Only the thought at the last moment that I'd probably never again be with Cynthia held me back from having done so. But I knew then as I held Joy close to me, I wanted her every bit as much as I wanted her mother.

I was half tempted to dress, drive home even as bad as it was outside. Only the thought of leaving this young woman alone, petrified, and truly afraid kept me from doing so.

But I now knew...I too was afraid. I knew I would never make it through the entire night alone with her if she kept up her torturous, tempting teasing.

**

With the sun finally setting, though we'd never really seen it do so, just getting darker instead, I thought it best to get a few candles ready in the event the power went out on us again. Already the lights had flickered twice, a sure sign that it eventually would.

"I'll fix up some sandwiches for later," Joy informed me. "No sense trying to cook anything, be in the middle of it and lose power again."

"Good idea," I agreed, and then opened a bottle of wine to share as we did that. If anything, it might further help to relax her, though again the thunder and lightning had stopped at least. Now it was only the wind. The good news was, according to the weather reports, Hurricane Kate had now been downgraded to a tropical storm. The bad news was, it had indeed changed direction, so we'd definitely catch a bit more of the high winds than had been earlier expected and reported. And those were already picking up now.

She had no sooner finished fixing up some cold cuts and cheese sandwiches when the lights once again flickered, and this time went out. "Good timing," I told her as I hurriedly set about lighting a few candles I'd managed to position around the room.

"Romantic," she giggled as a nice soft glow now surrounded us. I refilled our wine glasses, and then walked over towards the sliding glass doors looking out again. It was almost too dark to see anything, though standing there the way I was, I could see Joy's reflection in the window as she remained there on the couch sitting behind me. "I'm horny again," she announced. Without even turning, I watched her in the reflection as she placed both feet beneath her on the couch, once again spreading herself open, obscenely wide this time as she waited on me to face her. Which is when she then produced a rather large looking cucumber that she'd placed on the sandwich tray, and which I thought she'd planned on cutting up.

"Since you won't fuck me...yet, want to see me, watch me fuck myself?"

There was no denying it. Of all the women I'd ever known...ever met, both Cynthia as well as Joy were more adventurous, scandalous perhaps, let alone totally uninhibited than any others I had ever known. I caught my own reflection in the window before turning. Not at all surprised to see my dick had already grown just a little upon hearing her say that.

"One thing in my favor," I said turning to watch her now. "You've already drained me twice today. If nothing else, I might not even be able to get it up again...so your trying to tempt me into fucking you might not even be worth the effort."

"Sorry Charlie," she giggled looking at my cock. "If you were dressed, I might actually believe you, but that sweet nasty cock of yours is already starting to rear its ugly naughty head."

"You think my dick's ugly?" I teased back, though my eyes were glued to her as she sat there slowly rubbing that rather large cucumber she was now holding up and down the split between her legs.

"Not ugly yucky...ugly naughty," she said, which didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, but then again...much of my stay here hadn't either. I casually walked over standing in front of her, though keeping the coffee table between us, sipping my wine, watching her.

"You're almost as big as this is," she said holding it up now, looking at it.

"Not hardly," I said looking down at myself.

"Well not now no..." she laughed. "But you were...and will be," she added as she now wrapped her mouth around the cucumber, somehow managing to swallow nearly half of it. "Remember how that felt?" She asked withdrawing it then, replacing it down between her legs, rubbing it up and down her slit before easing a portion of it inside herself.

I sighed, remembering. Growing.

"You do know...you are going to fuck me before the nights over don't you?" She asked continuing to tease herself, now easing at least half of that green fucking prick inside herself. Removing it, she showed me that she'd already bathed it in a bit of her own special sauce, now licking that off. "Wouldn't you like to feel what it's like? Having this surrounding your cock, only all the way...so nice and deep? So cummy full? Wanting to squirt, fill my cunt cove? Wouldn't you baby?"

I was as stiff as I could possibly be, standing there as I polished off my wine, turning to locate the bottle and pour myself another as a way of retreat. She was getting to me, and she knew it.

By the time I turned back to face her, she'd somehow managed to insert almost the entire length of that dark green cucumber inside herself. Only the last couple of inches perhaps remained sticking out of her, which looked truly vulgarly obscene. Once again she laughed, allowed an inch or two more to slowly ooze out of her.

"Naughty huh?" she teased, her hands back up on her breasts again, cupping them, holding them together for me. I watched in abject fascination as she actually used the muscles in her pussy to slowly let it ease out, and not just plop out. She couldn't keep it from doing so however, nor suck it back in...though I wouldn't have been surprised if she had. It was still wickedly hot watching her do that. And I felt a bubble of cum-drool suddenly drip off the tip of my cock as I stood there. She saw it too, and waved me over to her. "Can't let that go to waste now can we?" She said as I eased around the side of the coffee table, now standing precariously close to her. She just managed to grab the cucumber as it slid the rest of the way out, simultaneously sticking her tongue out, not quite touching my dick, but easily spearing the line of cum-drool now dangling off the tip, slurping it in like a spaghetti noodle.

"Very..." I just managed hearing the lusty tones in my own voice. Already I felt weak in the knees, my resolve crumbling with each passing moment.

I then felt her hand as she wrapped it around me, and then seconds later, something foreign, cool to the touch as I looked down. She was holding the cucumber against me. "See? Almost the same size!" She giggled appreciatively. "So...imagine how it would feel inside me Jack, inside my hot...wet, very tight cunt."

I was two seconds away from pushing her back onto the couch and diving cock first into her cunt.

And then her cell phone rang.

**

"Saved by the bell," she said picking it up looking at it. "It's mom," she then informed me answering. "Hi mom...how are you doing? Everything ok? You get a room?"

They spoke for a moment more, and then Joy held out the phone towards me. "She wants to talk to you," she said as I came around taking the phone from her. Though as I did that, she reached up, effectively sandwiching my prick between her breasts, and proceeded to tease my dick with them as I stood there.

"Hello?" I barely managed, listening.

"Sorry about the way things turned out Jack," Cynthia began. "I know how hard it must be for you."

"You have no idea," I said looking down, watching my dick as it slid up and down between her daughter's gorgeous tits. She laughed at that.

"I bet it is hard. How many times have you cum anyway?"

"More than I can remember," I actually responded back. "And will do so again soon if Joy has anything to say about it," I added honestly. To which Cynthia again laughed.

"Wish I was there to help out, sorry I can't be. But...you're holding out? Still?"

I groaned, for two reasons. Now Joy was licking the tip of my prick every time it poked out of the end of her tit-fuck-tunnel. That...and because I now had no real hope of surviving the evening.

"So far..." was all I could manage. "Damn it Cyn, I wish you hadn't left," I moaned once again. "This is...damn fucking hard you know?"

"I know Jack...I know it must be. But I'll be there as soon as I possibly can, just stay strong for me...ok?"

"I'll try Cyn...I really will. I'll try."

"What's she doing now?" Cynthia asked me. I looked down.

"She's titty-fucking me...or I'm tit-fucking her at the moment, I'm really not sure which."




Gathering Storm Ch. 04



"Oooh...I bet that looks hot. Wish I was there to see it, or join you...titty-fuck you myself," she moaned. "Would you like that Jack? Having each of us doing that for you? To you? We can you know...and will too, provided you keep your promise to me. Just remember that Jack? Don't give in...don't fuck her. Promise me you won't Jack. At least promise me that."

"I promise," I responded, though even as I spoke the words, I had no idea how I'd ever be able to keep from doing so.

Seconds later as I was spurting all over Joy's tits again even before I handed back the phone to her.

"I love you too mom. See you in the morning then," she said as she sat licking off her fingers. "No, it's not so bad at the moment...just the wind is all. That...and this big mess that Jack just made, other than that...we're both doing fine here. Yes, yes...I know. I'm trying to be good too, but you know me. I can't seem to help myself." She laughed then, said good-bye to her mother and then looked up at me.

"Ok baby...now it's my turn again. Come lick my pussy. And after that, when you're all nice and hard again, maybe you'll be ready to ask me...to fuck me."

Even with renewed promises made, I wouldn't have bet against doing just that. I stood there looking down at her. Half tempted to just fuck her and let it be done with. I took a deep breath however, somehow steeling my resolve. One last time at least. I knew if I failed now...I was done for. Joy had been right, it really was only a matter of time. I now decided my only defense was a good offence. I was bound and determined to lick her into oblivion, give her as many orgasms as I possibly could, for as long as I could, even if it meant my mouth and tongue went numb for life. If I didn't, if I failed. I'd be packing my bags first thing in the morning.

To be continued...

**



Gathering Storm Ch. 05



My plan had worked, for the time being anyway. I had been relentless going down on her. Licking, teasing, sucking her clit, fingering her until she'd become delirious with pleasure. And even then, I hadn't let up. Almost the moment she'd come down from her orgasm, I began again, assaulting her cunt ignoring her pleas to stop. I wasn't about to. I knew if I did, she'd convince me to fuck her, one way or the other. And I would. I knew I would. So I didn't stop. Didn't stop licking her, didn't stop fingering. Didn't stop sucking her clit, making her come over and over again more times than either one of us could count. Finally, she truly had had it, pushing, even kicking me away from her.

"Enough! Enough!" She exclaimed tiredly, exhausted...and for the first time perhaps...completely spent. "Jesus Jack, my cunt's numb, as am I!" She continued limp as a noodle. "I'm even too tired to pee," she announced causing me to laugh, as she did, shrieking however, cupping her cunt with her hand. "See what you made me do?" She then exclaimed revealing that she had pee'd a little, unable to hold it in. "Pick me up Jack, carry me upstairs to the bathroom, and then into bed."

I literally did that. Holding her in my arms carrying her upstairs, and then sitting her down on the toilet so she could finally pee, looking as though almost asleep even then, head lolling, eyes droopy. I even wiped her, though learning a lesson when I did. You don't wipe up...you wipe down. My bad. But geeze, look at it from my perspective, I'm standing in front of her while she's sitting there. "Down Jack, the other way," she moaned half out of it, though she still managed a tired giggle in teaching me.

I then carried her into the bedroom, once again peeling back the sheets helping her to slip in between them. This time I didn't join her though. I didn't dare. She rolled over hugging her second pillow in a fetal position, and within seconds was sound asleep. I crept out of her room on tippy-toe, closing the door as quietly as I could and then padded just as quietly down the hall into Cynthia's room. At least it wasn't thundering and lightning any more. There was still quite a bit of wind, but even the rain didn't appear to be falling nearly as hard as it once had. It almost sounded soothing instead, the gentle sound of it hitting the windows helping to lull me to sleep a short time later.

**

It felt like a dream. And for a while, I continued to believe it to be so. How long she'd been laying there gently, almost too softly, licking and sucking my dick...I had no idea. But I knew I was hard, damn hard, those lips of hers working their magic on me. I felt her move then however, felt her crawl up onto me. Only then truly waking, truly realizing this wasn't no dream. Too late! Too late! "Oh fuck! NO! NO!" I screamed out. I felt her hot, wet slippery cunt slide down over my shaft, fully engulfing me. I pushed, still crying out, trying to dislodge her, though she held on as though riding a bucking bronco.

"It's ok Jack...it's me! It's me!"

"Cynthia?" I said in confusion. It was still too dark to see anything, pitch black outside though the rain and wind had stopped now. Almost eerily silent, save for the sound of my own confused labored breathing. "How?" I barely managed to ask. "When?" 

"In the morning," she answered. "We'll talk about it in the morning. Right now...all I want you to do is fuck me. Fuck me deep...hard...and long," she whispered softly as she pressed herself against me, the feel of her breasts caressing my chest, the wet slippery sucking of her cunt still grasping my cock as she slowly began moving again. Still confused, the sensation was too great to ignore however, thrusting up now...meeting her. Feeling her as she slid down, more forcefully, the tempo gradually increasing, escalating as we began to fuck seriously now. I reached up, finding her breasts there in the darkness, tweaking those amazingly long thick nipples of hers, the heat of her pussy like liquid fire now as it bathed me in her essence.

"Come in me baby...come in me, let me feel your hot juice flooding my pussy!"

It wasn't long after that that I was. The sensation of my cream pouring out of me, filling what I knew then I had to have, needed to have...wanted to have more than anything else. But I knew too even as I did that, there was still a lot of unanswered questions that needed to be asked. But for now anyway, I was content to lie there, feeling the slickness of our combined mutual spending as it poured out of her pussy, soaking my balls. We soon fell asleep like that, me still inside her, the silence of the night now a welcome reminder that the storm for the most part at least...was finally over.

**

When I woke this time I sat straight up in bed. Even then, it still took two seconds to realize that what had happened the night before hadn't been any dream. I was alone however, though the sunlight was actually streaming in through the window. It was still overcast, but the rain and wind had both stopped. I sat listening for any sounds, not hearing anything...curious as I rolled out of Cynthia's bed, heading into the bathroom to pee before cautiously making my way down stairs. Once again...I had questions, and this time I was expecting answers.

When I finally got downstairs, the first thing I noticed was that Cynthia had obviously rolled back the protective shield from the main windows. What sunlight there was, was streaming in, giving the morning a fresh new feel to everything. Even so, it took me a moment to realize where they were, standing outside below on the deck. I glanced over towards the coffee pot, it was empty, and this time no light was flashing, informing me that the power was still off. I wandered over towards the sliding glass doors looking down. There were the two of them down on the deck. Cynthia had actually fired up the propane grill below and was busy cooking breakfast on it. I could see the old fashioned camping coffee maker even then steaming as it happily percolated away. It was cool out yet, so both girls were wearing robes, though I doubted they were wearing much else as the two of them stood there busying themselves. I slid open the door, the two of them glancing up towards me as I stepped outside.

"Coffee's almost ready," Cynthia said calling up to me. "Grab a robe...join us, we need to have a little chat anyway," she then added as Joy stood there beside her with a big shit-eating grin on her face.

I disappeared back inside without saying anything, grabbing a spare robe that hung just inside the door next to where Cynthia kept all the outside towels, and returned. By then, she had poured us all a coffee and was sitting down at the patio table the two of them must have brought back out from the shed, along with all the deck chairs. I glanced out over the ocean. It was still a bit choppy, but like I said, the storm appeared to be over with. Even the little bit of sun peeking through the clouds promised a nice clear day once the remaining clouds had moved off.

I accepted the fresh cup of coffee taking a seat at the table sitting across from the two of them. Anxious as I was, I remained silent, sipping...waiting for one of them, if not both to say something.

"I think it's time the two of us leveled with you Jack," Cynthia stated.

"That would be nice," I answered wondering where this was headed, feeling a knot suddenly forming inside my gut. Obviously there was a lot I didn't know that had been going on around here.

"For starters, let me say this beforehand Jack. I'm sorry...we both are," she said glancing at Joy who likewise shook her head in agreement with that. "I know she put you through a bit of hell yesterday, and I'm not without blame there either. I am. And again, I apologize for that. And it's also very possible, once you hear the rest of it, you might decide to just pick up and leave. Neither one of us blaming you if you do either...though we both hope you don't."

I could see by the look in both of their eyes they were indeed contrite, apologetic, but it didn't make the uncertainty, fear...and nervousness about the rest of it any easier to sit there and wonder about either. I kept waiting for the other shoe to fall, and when it did...it made more noise than any thundercloud had since I'd been here.

"Go on..." I said uneasily, sipping my coffee staring at the two of them. Once again they nervously looked at one another.

"Might as well spit it out and get it over with mother," Joy said nervously. "We've made it this far...so let's see where things end up after this," she added looking back towards me with a curious expression on her face.

"Here's the thing Jack, and all I ask of you now is to hear me out...try not to interrupt until I've finished...until we have," she said glancing at Joy again. "After that...well, I guess that's up to you as to what happens, or doesn't."

This was starting to sound more ominous by the second here, but I was now of course very curious as to what it was I didn't know...and what specifically had in fact been going on around here.

"Like I said...spit it out, go on..." I said using Joy's phrase.

"Ok, here goes. For starters, I never left yesterday," Cynthia said, seeing the surprised look in my face upon hearing her say that.

"Excuse me? You never what?"

"Please Jack, like I said...hear me out before you ask anything. After I tell you everything, you can ask whatever you'd like to...or do whatever you'd like to. We're both prepared for that."

I settled back in my chair, gritting my teeth, actually feeling angry and duped now.

"Yes...it was all a ruse. After I left, I parked the car a ways down the hill, and then walked back. There's a back entry way into the house that we normally don't use for anything. Downstairs, there's a nice comfortable little storm cellar, which you haven't seen yet of course, and which is one level down from the laundry and den area down stairs. Anyway...that's where I was for most of the day, and evening," she said once again startling me. The word "Why" hanging on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed saying it, letting her continue instead.

"It's a fact Jack...most of the men I've come to know and date for a while...really were only out for one thing...money. And yes...I, we..." she amended looking at Joy again. "Have a lot of it. Now...I've not gotten that close with most men I've met for several reasons, so the subject or concept of agreeing to a prenuptial was never really an issue. Usually those relationships never lasted that long to even get to that point."

"I never was interested in your money."

"I know that...I know you weren't, but that too wasn't the real issue here. The issue was...I needed to know I could trust you. Joy needed to know, she could trust you. So we did what we did in order to find out if we could."

I still wasn't none too happy hearing this. "So you deceived me."

"In a matter of speaking...yes, but there's something else, something even more important I need to tell you. That you need to further consider, and think about before you decide to leave...if that's what you decide to do. Or...stay. Even more so."

"Yeah? And what might that be?"

This was obviously a tough one, even more so than the rest of it had been. I could see Cynthia steeling herself in preparation for answering, but it was Joy who spoke up first, saving her mom from having to do so.

"We come as a package deal Jack. You don't get one without the other, plain and simple." I know the even more confused expression on my face was as big a "tell" as any could be, though she continued speaking seriously. "Usually, the men we've met like one of us more than the other, naturally. That's to be expected I suppose. But mom and I made an agreement years ago now, something we've both stuck with. We like sharing, not being apart...and not intending to be so, not ever. It's just the way it is between us. Most men think that's interesting at first, find it exciting. Until they start thinking about it further. That's when they begin finding it weird, or too uncomfortable to accept. We demand pretty much equal time, though we give that back in spades. We're a constant threesome, though not necessarily in a sexual way of speaking...more like family, though it's not a "daddy" I'm looking for. Which is what most men who were first interested in mom, expect to be. That's not what I want, and that's not what this is about. It's about being an equal partner threesome. Period. About the time most of the men figure that out, they don't really want any part of it, and so they leave. Or...one or the other of us doesn't find the man we've introduced to the other's liking either. And that's another reason why sometimes things don't work out either. In your case...we both do of course. We're both equally attracted to you. And as we've now come to find out and discover, we think you're likewise equally attracted to us as well. But we both needed to know that. To know we could trust you. That you weren't using one of us over the other, or not as interested in one of us over the other either. I know that's pretty confusing for you to hear and understand, but...it's the truth. So...now you know Jack. It boils down to accepting that, accepting us both, accepting the situation...or not."

I sat quietly for a moment trying to digest all of this. It was needless to say, a bit overwhelming. And...I was still a little pissed at the deception, the torment...the teasing. I honestly wasn't sure how I felt. What I did do, was finish my coffee, and then sat my empty cup back on the table, standing. I turned without saying a word and headed back up the stairs into the house.

**

Admittedly I stood there inside Cynthia's room looking at my things, wondering if I should pack up and get the hell out of here. I then wandered over towards the window, looking down at the deck again, seeing the two of them sitting there holding hands, looking at one another.

I opened the window leaning out. They looked up.

"Well? You two going to get your asses up here or not?" I called down to them. "I've still got a score to settle here!"

"What about...breakfast?" Cynthia said nervously.

"Fuck breakfast...we'll find someplace and eat out...afterwards." I closed the window not waiting for a response, only hearing one as the two of them made a mad dash up the stairs together, running the entire way. I looked out over towards the ocean again. It was brighter now, the sun even more out than before. The seas considerably calmer. The storm indeed over with. I smiled, removed my robe and positioned myself in the middle of Cynthia's bed. Less than a minute later, the two of them came running into the room almost side-by-side, now standing there staring at me.

I lay there playing with my rapidly stiffening dick.

"Well? Don't just stand there, like I said...I have a score to settle here. And I think the two of you know what that is! Joy? You've got about two seconds to slide that cunt of yours down over my dick. And Cyn? You've got about the same amount of time to come sit on my face!"

They were both grinning from ear to ear...and then as one, again raced one another over to the bed. Quick as a bunny, Joy was in fact hovering over my cock, as was her mother as she sat next to me on the bed, not yet climbing over to sit on my face just yet.

"If you don't mind...I'd like to watch for a moment first," she said pleasurably. "I've been waiting...hoping for this, wanting to see it, but only when we knew...when we all knew...it was right, and going to work out for the three of us."

Even as anxious as Joy and I both were, she too hesitated, still hovering, looking down at me.

"You're sure Jack? You're positively sure about all this?"

"That this will work? No...I'm not. And just being honest with the two of you here. But...I will say this. I do like you both...equally. No favoritism there. I might even love you both a little. And that might even grow to become a lot more. And if it does...if we do continue this, then I promise you, I will never love one of you any more than the other. If that does happen, then I'll leave, or the two of you can send me packing as well. But until then...accept me for me too. Just the way I am. No more games, secrets...deceptions. Nada. Period!"

"No more...games?" Joy teased trying to pout.

"You know what I mean," I said grabbing her waist, placing my hands on either side of her. "Now you little shit, you're going to finally give me something I truly have been wanting all along. Only..." I paused grinning at her.

"Only what?"

"I'm not going to ask for it. You're going to ask me. In fact...you're going to beg me for it, as is your mother."

Joy laughed, grinning. "Fuck me Jack!"

"Not good enough," I responded back, holding her at bay even though she had attempted to slide herself down over my cock. "Make me believe it."

"Please Jack please...fuck me. Fuck my cunt!"

"A little better," I said looking over at Cynthia. "But...I'm not hearing it from you either. You want me to fuck your daughter? Seriously? While you watch? That what you really want?"

"Oh god yes! Fuck her Jack! Fuck us both! Please Jack...please. Yes...fuck my daughter, and then fuck me!"

"FUCK ME!" Joy screamed at the top of her lungs. And this time, when she made movement to slide down over my cock, capturing me...I let her. In seconds, she had impaled herself over my cock. I felt the tip of it literally spear her cervix. Cynthia's hand now coming over to gently cup and begin fondling my balls as Joy began riding me, sliding up and down, her pleasured moans suddenly filling the room as she did so.

I knew then as she did, I wasn't going anywhere. Not for a while anyway. Not for a good long while.

**

After a while of watching us, sharing and enjoying it, Cynthia finally climbed up to sit on my face so I could tease her, lick her and please her with my tongue. She did so, facing towards her daughter. They kissed, tenderly...affectionately. Nothing more. Even in the beginning there had never been any mention of anything actually going on between them. It had never been like that. And though some might consider even this much as being borderline incestual, they never once touched one another except briefly perhaps, and again only affectionately in passing. This relationship, their relationship had never been about that, never would be. It was simply sharing. Enjoying one another, watching one another yes...but never more than that.

After a time, when the three of us could no longer contain ourselves, Cynthia climaxed, joyously and wondrously, all over my face. Joy too did the same, her very wet, very gushy, very squirty climax drenching us both. It was a delight to feel as she did, triggering my own orgasmic bliss as I for the first...and certainly not for the last time, erupted inside her. Feeling the sensation of finally filling her cunt with my cream was a true delight. But the real delight came moments later, when almost like a tag-team, they immediately switched places with one another. I had only gotten a little flaccid, a bit softer when Cynthia eased herself down over me, holding me inside her until I'd firmed up once again. She then moved upon me with renewed urgency, soon finding a nice slow easy rhythm as the two of us fucked, as Joy looked on, occasionally reaching over, grabbing my dick playfully, helping me to fuck her mother. In time, she too climbed up to sit on my face, where we quickly repeated the previous adventure together. Though I daresay...Joy nearly drowned me this time when she came.

It was worth it. As we dressed and headed outside to walk down to where Cynthia had parked the car, I shook my head at the deviousness of the two women. Everything they had put me through, all that they had tortured and teased me with in doing.




Gathering Storm Ch. 05



Like they say. Paybacks a bitch. 

We luckily found a small diner that was open a few miles away, gorged ourselves, famished from our early morning romp. When we finished doing that and came back out again, the sun was shining bright, the day promising and beautiful, as where the two women who held each of my hands as we walked outside.

"Take the top down," I told Cynthia, which she happily agreed with, though somewhat confused and taken aback when I climbed into the back seat rather than in front. Figuring I meant for Joy to sit up front with her, she began doing so.

"Where do you think you're going?" I told her, already unzipping my pants in the back seat. "You're with me," I said grinning at her. "It'll be your turn to drive on the way back."

Cynthia burst out laughing, started the car, and pulled out of the lot, heading up the coast, enjoying the bright warm sunshine, and the occasional glance back at us in the mirror. I sat with a smile on my face, enjoying the curious looks from people passing us, or who we passed, as I sat curiously behind the driver. Joy, her head down in my lap, softly, and tantalizingly sucking me for several miles along the coast. They soon exchanged places as we headed back. Pulling into the drive, I then got out, stood there with my cock sticking out looking at the two of them.

"Ok ladies, on your knees...time to finish what you both started here."

They looked at one another, laughed...giggled and then knelt down in front of me side-by-side. Even the passing cars, one or two slowing as they drove by, one even honking and waving at us didn't deter me from standing there the way I was. Two lovely, affectionate...and somewhat crazy women, more than happy to kneel there in broad daylight, sucking and fondling my dick together.

I came copiously, pouring out my pleasure all over the two of them.

It was only the beginning...

-End-